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Kup x prowl comm

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Happy (late) New Year!! here's Jack's Halloween strip tease, but now with his cock out! <3

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11-2 Book 2 Chapter 1 Immortals Release

Immortals- Book 2, Chapter 1 Release | Spoiled Sweet

Get more from Spoiled Sweet on Patreon

As always, I've done my best to make sure the links all work and that everything is in ordder, but if an error comes up for you, let me know.

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Chapter 9, Part C is now available to play for Patrons! Part C concludes the entirety of Chapter 9 which means it is the full and complete chapter.

Play the game here.

Part C includes:

The family dinner;

Choose to bring one of four companions to the dinner;

Deal with the family dynamics of your Vinia family and Salyra's family;

Comfort Uncle Belahm;

Confront Salyra about your chosen companion;

Learn more about the political ramifications of venturing to speak with the Nomad Tribes or returning to Vinia;

Speak with your four companions to get more insight into the politics of their choices;

Make an important decision which will play out in Chapter 10.

Release Schedule:

31 May 2024: Ishari Tier Patrons ($15)

3 June 2024: Vinia Tier Patrons ($10)

8 June 2024: Cyre Tier Patrons ($5)

15 June 2024: Nomad Tier Patrons ($2)

Regardless of the tier you join, you will be able to play the early access of the demo up until its completion (the epilogue). You will also get sneak peeks as I write new chapters, get to make decisions on polls, get extra side stories and get sneak peeks of the full portraits of the characters (when completed).

The full word count of Part C is around 80K words without code, which brings the total word count for Chapter 9 to 140K words without code. As of now, the entire game comes to 680K+ words without code. If you wanted to play Chapter 9 but couldn't commit to more than a month of being a Patron, now's your chance to join to play the full chapter!

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Little Mirror of Expressions

My very first facial expressions mod pack, available now on Patreon!

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PARI she’s available now on my Patreon for free ♡

⋆ base game compatible ⋆ all outfits done ⋆ includes tray files + CC ⋆ 100% free download

download here (free)

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Fallen Lights has been updated on Patreon!

After much consideration, I've decided to extend Chapter 3 rather than break it off into Chapter 4. There will be one more part before we break off into the next chapter. I feel it flows better theme wise, and I hope you all understand! It's the exact same content, just still under the Chapter 3 banner.

In this chapter, you'll...

✨Enter a temple of foreign gods!

✨Meet a priestess!

✨Attempt to learn more about Agnia...and by extension, your father.

PLAY HERE!

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Ghosts

Being haunted is the human condition. 

We are only old houses, set with furniture and wallpaper that changes from time to time, as we turn from Victorian to Mid-Century Modern to French Country, as we go from shuttering out the light to welcoming it and back again. There are things, of course, that never change, the dark wood banisters painted but never removed, the strange closet in a sort of pie shape one must decide to live with. Sometimes you come to love the quirks themselves, however anyone else might feel about it. Sometimes you gut the bottom floor and refuse to accept this must be the state of things. 

But yes, we turn with the seasons, and creak, and the wood yellows with age, and we become somehow more beautiful with the complexity of those layers of years, and what was beautiful and then ugly often turns beautiful again with time. People come in and out like the tides, and all the things they bring to each room comes and goes with it. 

It is only natural to pick up a few ghosts along the way. 

I’ve been thinking of ghosts, lately, and tis the season, I suppose. No one loves a good, or bad, ghost story quite as much as I do. There’s something about the sense of someone who is no longer there, but never leaves. The impression of them, built indelibly into the very walls, impossible to know exactly what they want. 

I have accumulated a fair amount of ghosts, from the basement to the attic, over the course of my life. Not every ghost is a monster, this is an untruth spread by people who don’t like that which is unknowable. There is a ghost who reminds me that I should drink less, and eat more, and I can still see the glint of her chestnut hair against the yellowing white of my walls, and now what used to be a poltergeist exists only as a humming lullaby, a wind letting the sunshine stream through a curtain. There is one who tells me the things I already know, the pragmatism and common sense bleeding through the walls in a constant chant. 

There are some that do nothing at all, simply wander from room to room, their presence like a wisp of smoke across the living room floor. Gone as soon as they materialize, one moment of memory in time. 

There are things that call, in the night, in the dark. Things that smash the plates against the wall and howl through rooms, things that shake all the way from the roof to the foundation. These are the ghosts we keep in the basement, malevolent and cruel. Whatever they were before, they exist only as monsters, now. 

In the same way that light cannot exist without shadow, one cannot gather the pleasant ghosts without a few monsters in the basement. 

I’ve been thinking of ghosts, lately, and wondering about the stranger ones, the ones who were never people at all. Those demons or angels or spirits of a nebulous and undefined nature, creeping about the house. They cannot be known, but maybe can be recognized, at the edges. A dream that never bloomed, a hope that wilted on the vine, those things you cannot describe, for they have no gravestone and were only ever possibilities. The empty ache of a thing that was never there. 

These ghosts are the hardest, I think, and I’ve been thinking of them as the wind whips around the edges of the house, as the windows rattle and I can’t tell if the rattling comes from outside or in. How to do you placate a dybbuk who left nothing behind to be done? How do you finish a race that was never started? 

It is the human condition, to be haunted. So many things drift in and out that they only could ever leave their mark, like the wallpaper that fades where the light hits it, leaving only that bright, untouched bit behind the credenza. No one escapes it. 

There’s only learning to live with the ghosts.