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It’s great to see the latest development on ’For Honor’, a game from Ubisoft Montreal that I had some involvement with a few years back. I might be biased, but I think it’s one of the most engaging melee battle interaction designs that I have seen, and will change the future of close-combat in video games.  
It’s due for release February 17th, 2017 and you can pre-order now on Steam.

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Demon!Dean&Demon!Sam+Red 

 When Dean became a demon the thirst for demon blood within Sam grew. He couldn’t bring himself to kill his brother but now he was stuck cleaning up after his messes. Dean still hunted with him, Sam was never quiet sure why. Now he thinks it was all because of this moment. He finally gave in. He craved the intimacy he once had with Dean and now he had it back as well as the itch for his blood finally being scratched. Apparently if all you consume is your demon brother’s blood, you become one yourself. Now, along with his thirst for blood and cravings of sex, he needed someone else’s blood on his hands. Sam needed violence and there was nothing human holding him back. Dean couldn’t be more pleased with his baby brother.

Imagine Slash Comforting You After the Loss of a Loved One

//requested by anonymous//

This can’t be real, can it? Maybe if I call her again she’ll tell me it was all a heinous prank. She could have just been trying to get under my skin.

You had received the call three days ago about your friend’s passing. After Slash found out that you were constantly calling your friend’s sister due to your severe case of denial, he had opted to stay home and take care of you. A mixture of anxiety, grief, and fear all ate away at your brain, leaving you feeling helpless. 

Dialing her number, you nervously awaited her apology for fabricating all claims that your friend had passed away. Your heart jumped at the sound of a click—she had picked up the phone.

“Hel-”

“Y-you’re joking,” you instantly stammered, your voice shaky and your breathing heavy. Tears violently rushed down your face as your mind began to contrive an alternate ending to this nightmare of a situation.

You could hear her sigh, “Y/N, I know this is hard for you to process right now, but I already told you that I’m not joking. I wish I were,” she paused, carefully choosing her words she continued, “calling a million times won’t bring him back,” she said, doing her best to keep herself from crying for your own sake.

You stood in shock, as reality slowly seeped it’s way into your brain. Covering your mouth with your hand to contain your sobs, your grasp tightened around the phone.

“Y/N, is Slash there?” She asked.

You couldn’t answer. Your throat felt like sandpaper and your thoughts were so discombobulated that each second brought about a whole new sequence of pain.

“Listen, just go talk to him, ok? Don’t do anything stupid, Y/N. Everything will be fi-”

You hung up on her and threw the phone across the living room. She had to be lying. None of this could’ve possibly been true. Why was she lying?

You paced your living room back and forth, brushing your hair out of your face as you began to replay the conversation, making sure to analyze every single word she had said.

Dead. Suicide. Gone. The words burned red in your head as you did all that you could to force them out of your mind.

“Fuck!” You struggled to say, your voice barely audible as it cracked.

It was 1 in the morning. Slash was asleep in the bedroom upstairs and was awoken by the sound of the phone crashing against the wall. He felt your side of the bed, expecting you to be there so he could hold you, but was soon met with slight disappointment when he discovered it was empty. Lifting himself off the bed, Slash lazily trudged down the stairs.

“Y/N?” He groggily called.

You heard his footsteps and ignored him as you continued to pace up and down the room. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to adjust to the light, not yet seeing your distressed state. Entering the living room, Slash’s eyebrows furrowed, his face showing concern as he watched you.

“Baby, is everything ok?” He questioned, his voice soft and calm.

You stopped your pacing and turned to look at him, revealing your frightened and grievous state. He inched his way closer to you, and you flinched as his warm hand gently caressed your cheek. You looked down, not wanting to show him your face. He was taken aback by your reaction, but he resumed his efforts to console you.

“Sweetie, it’s ok. Look at me,” he reassured, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes.

It took everything in his power not to automatically engulf you in his arms. He could sense your apprehensiveness, and knew that he had to be patient in order to gradually bring you at ease. You looked up at him, your tears quickly rushing down your face. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest.

Slash wiped your tears away with his thumb, and carefully brushed his fingers through your hair before resting it back on your cheek. Taking your face in both of his hands he kissed your lips lightly and slowly, as he began to wrap his arms around you. His warm, bare chest immediately brought you comfort, and you began to relax as his hand rubbed the back of your head while the other remained enclosed around your waist. You hugged his middle and he started to sway back and forth, soothing your fretful manner which caused you to close your eyes.

After he felt you had calmed down, Slash asked, “What happened?” 

Still clinging onto him, you let out a sigh as you whispered, “She’s lying,” your tears collecting at the brim of your eyes.

“Baby, we talked about this,” He sighed, his eyes displaying how worried he was.

You let go of Slash, “She keeps saying he’s gone but he can’t be!” You cried out.

Slash took you in his arms again, “I-I don’t know what to do anymore,” you said in between sobs.

“Shh it’s ok, baby. I hate seeing you cry,” he spoke, hugging you closer to him, “let me take you back to bed, ok? You need to rest. Once you’re feeling better we’ll figure this whole mess out together.”

You nodded against his chest and he lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom. Gently laying you down, he rested on the other side of you, pulling you closer as your back faced him. He covered you with the blanket and kissed your cheek, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N. If I could make this all go away, I would,” he consoled, as you fell asleep in his arms.

Rec: Under the Dragon's Claw

Title: Under the Dragon’s Claw
Author: gixi_ninja
Format: Series of novels
Published/Free: Free
Length: First book 76k, second book 18k so far
Status: First books complete, second book WIP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Master/Slave but nothing R rated
Link: Under the Dragon’s Claw; WIP Sequel: When the Plum Blossoms Bloom
Summary: Captain Wei Shun’s offer of marriage to Cheng Lan was humiliatingly rejected in front of all members of the royal court. That was ten years ago. Now, the king has given a newly victorious General Wei Shun a special reward for his military service - a slave named Cheng Lan. Lan was born to be a high ranking scholar-official within the king’s court. When accusations of treason destroy his family and he is reduced to slavery, his last hope is a childhood friend who’s love he once scorned.

Shun’s success and popularity has seen him more than one jealous rival in court. The events that lead to Lan’s family’s arrest and execution are fast catching up with him. They will need to negotiate the treachery of the royal court together - if they are to survive.

Review: I love stories in historical settings. It’s always refreshing to see one not set in the West (Europe/America) but in the East (China). This story is not very hardcore. It has a Master/Slave set up but no BDSM setting, the romance is pretty sweet. I like the interplay between the characters. You’d assume a character would act a certain way due to past issues but everyone seems pretty mature. I also like the political setting, it’s interesting and doesn’t go into too much cliche territory.
The first story is complete and the sequel is under way. A nice interesting fic to check out.