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Uncharted: Legacy of Thieves Collection para PC ya se encuentra disponible.

La editora PlayStation Studios y la desarrolladora Naughty Dog han anunciado que Uncharted: Legacy of Thieves Collection ya se encuentra disponible en PC (Steam / Epic Games Store).

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Busca tu fortuna y deja tu marca en el mapa en Uncharted: Legacy of Thieves Collection. Descubre la emocionante narrativa de estilo cinematográfico y las exitosas y más importantes escenas de acción de la franquicia Uncharted, repletas de la astucia, el ingenio y los mejores momentos de los queridos ladrones, Nathan Drake y Chloe Frazer.

En una experiencia desarrollada por el reconocido estudio Naughty Dog, Uncharted: Legacy of Thieves Collection incluye las dos aventuras de un solo jugador por todo el mundo aclamadas por la crítica de Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End y Uncharted: The Lost Legacy. En cada historia, encontrarás momentos graciosos, drama, combates de alto octanaje y una sensación de asombro... Todo remasterizado para una experiencia más inmersiva.

Características principales de PC:

• Descubre los escenarios más asombrosos: Desde selvas hasta montañas nevadas, desde islas exóticas hasta calles empapadas por la lluvia, explora cada centímetro de entornos hermosos e impactantes con un increíble nivel de detalle. Queda inmerso en la narrativa de estilo cinematográfico con una resolución supernítida 4K y compatibilidad con pantalla Ultra-Wide. Disfruta de gran cantidad de funciones para optimizar los gráficos, como ajustes de calidad de texturas y modelos, filtrado anisotrópico, sombras, reflejos y oclusión ambiental.

• Una emocionante experiencia de juego en tus manos: Descubre la respuesta háptica y los efectos de gatillos dinámicos diseñados para Uncharted: Legacy of Thieves Collection jugando con el control DualSense mediante una conexión por cable con tu PC. Con una completa reconfiguración del control y compatibilidad con el control DualShock 4, controles XInput y una gran variedad de otros controles y teclado y mouse, puedes dejar tu marca en el mapa como lo desees. Aquellos que desean iluminar aún más las cosas pueden probar nuestra compatibilidad con RGB con periféricos Razer Chroma y dispositivos compatibles con Chroma Link, como también con modelos de Logitech.

• Optimiza la aventura: Descubre una gran variedad de modos y mejoras centradas en PC, como una IU mejorada para las opciones del juego, interfaces de usuario reimaginadas, la adición de controles deslizantes de escala para algunos menús, detección de GPU y VRAM y opciones de gestión, como también la adición de la pausa automática, minimizar en el fondo y compatibilidad con velocidad de carga variable, junto con gran cantidad de otras adiciones.

• AMD Fidelity FX Super Resolution 2: Supercarga tus velocidades de cuadros a medida que buscas tu fortuna como Nathan y Chloe con tecnología de escalamiento temporal de última generación de AMD. FSR 2 usa algoritmos de última generación para mejorar las velocidades de cuadros y proporcionar experiencias de juego de alta calidad y alta resolución en Uncharted en gran variedad de tarjetas gráficas compatibles.

Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End

Ganador de más de 150 premios al juego del año.

Varios años tras su última aventura, el cazafortunas retirado Nathan Drake debe volver al mundo de los ladrones. El destino llama a su puerta cuando Sam, su hermano que creía muerto, regresa buscando ayuda para salvar su vida y tentar a Drake con una aventura irresistible. La aventura más importante de Drake pondrá a prueba sus límites físicos, su determinación y su disposición a sacrificarse para salvar a sus seres queridos.

Para encontrar el tesoro perdido del capitán Henry Avery, Sam y Drake emprenden rumbo a Libertalia, mítica colonia pirata ubicada en las profundidades de las selvas de Madagascar. En su viaje por el mundo, recorren islas selváticas, vastas ciudades y picos nevados en busca de la fortuna de Avery.

• Una aventura por todo el mundo con los entornos más impactantes y detallados de la franquicia Uncharted.

• Una historia íntimamente personal para Nathan Drake que sube la vara de la aclamada capacidad narrativa de Naughty Dog.

• El combate fluido y el uso del gancho crean escenas de acción dinámicas y emocionantes.

Uncharted: The Lost Legacy

Con el objetivo de recuperar un antiguo artefacto y mantenerlo lejos del alcance de un despiadado guerrero, Chloe Frazer debe recurrir a la ayuda de la reconocida mercenaria Nadine Ross y llegar a los Ghats Occidentales de la India para encontrar el Colmillo dorado de Ganesha. En su viaje más importante, Chloe debe confrontar a su pasado y decidir qué está dispuesta a sacrificar para forjar su propio legado.

• El nuevo escenario de aventuras en la costa sudoccidental de la península india incluye una exótica mezcla de entornos urbanos, selva y ruinas antiguas.

• Las escenas llenas de acción y la cautivadora historia que los fanáticos esperan de Naughty Dog y la serie Uncharted.

• El juego se basa en el célebre Uncharted e incluye sistemas actualizados y mejoras, como combates cinematográficos, exploración, capacidad para recorrer entornos asombrosos, enigmas complejos y mucho más.

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veradia · 4 months

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Brother's Keeper ⚔🔥

#uncharted #uncharted 4 a thief's end #uncharted 4 #nathan drake #rafe adler #veradiaart

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acecroft · 5 months

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En garde, dickhead.

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halfwayriight · 9 months

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Nadine Ross | Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End (Chapter 6 - Once a Thief...)

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gameplaydaily · 9 months

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#gamingedit #unchartededit #nathan drake #uncharted #uncharted 4 a thief's end #naughtydogsource #gamingnetwork #dailygaming #userbbelcher #ours #gifs #by vera #YAY!

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stdismas · 9 months

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uncharted 4: a thief’s end scenery: 5 / ??

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mistress-light · 1 year

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UNCHARTED™: Legacy of Thieves Collection pc

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ncthandrake · 5 months

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Uncharted 4: A Thief's End (2016)

#uncharted #uncharted 4: a thief's end #rafe adler #unchartededit #gamingedit #videogameedit #*#*gifs #i need to get around to rerecording this entire game using the pc version so the quality isn't....this #also just really wanna make some gifs with the mods i have

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nathandrakeisabottom · 4 months

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Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives.

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge.

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.”

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That bastard isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as his first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the fuck out of here?”

Because distractions always helped him before.

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it.

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself.

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story.

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel.

So he wants to share it with the person he loves.

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame.

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?”

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than.

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat.

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions.

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times.

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened.

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him.

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening.

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?”

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there.

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either.

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh.

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe.

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?”

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.”

“Your point being?”

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable.

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference.

The pain, and what he chose to do with it.

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into.

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

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day 1, pegging

nathan drake x gn! reader warnings: nsfw 18+, improper pegging techniques, handjob, praise (m receiving), fingering, multiple checks for consent kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Nathan Drake never knew when to shut his mouth. Whether he was fighting with some Shoreline goons or teasing you relentlessly, he was always running his mouth. It was no different when you had sex, limbs tangled together and unsure of where your body ended and his began. He would utter praises along your skin as he fucked you, and you soaked it up every single time.

Tonight was no different. Well… there was something new you were trying.

Nathan laid naked spread out below you, each piece of his clothes slowly stripped and thrown somewhere across the room. His hands were tied above his head, and he looked up at you with the same blue eyes that drove you crazy.

You’d been preparing for this night for weeks, getting your knots just right. Nate was a tricky one, and you wanted to make sure he wouldn’t escape from what you had planned. Of course, he was all too happy to let you try out your knots on him when you practiced. He was always rewarded for his cooperation.

“You’re being so good for me, Nate,” you purred, tracing a finger down his bare chest, which heaved under your touch. “Did you get ready like I asked, baby boy?”

Nate looked up at you as you straddled him, seating yourself just below his pelvis. “Yes,” he replied, sucking in a breath as you splayed your hands across his ribs, “didn’t touch just like you asked.”

He watched you as you leaned down to finally touch him, and he bit back a moan in response. You stroked him slowly, teasingly. You swiped a thumb over the tip, gathering the precum that had begun to form and spread it to the rest of his length with your short, languid strokes. He bucked his hips, attempting to meet you halfway. Impatient as always.

You tsked as you pulled away, “Thought you were going to be good for me.”

You ghosted a hand over his inner thigh, and he shuddered. It wasn’t very often when you were in control like this, and you were seizing the opportunity to tease the ever-loving shit out of him.

“C’mon, baby,” he pleaded, struggling against his restraints. “Promise I’ll be good, just touch me, please.”

His pleas did little to quell the ache in your core, and you bit your lip. You granted him mercy, just this once, and returned your grip to his length. He turned his head to the side and moaned against his bicep, muttering your name under his breath.

You used your free hand to grab the bottle of lube you had set to the side, and you popped the top with your thumb. Nathan shudders as you drop a bead of lube onto his length and twist your fist around the tip.

“Jeez, baby,” Nathan half chuckled-half groaned as he arched his back off the mattress, desperate against your touch.

You pulled away and Nathan whined at the loss of contact. You slid off him so you were situated between his legs, which spread eagerly for you. You flipped the top to the lube once more, covering three of your fingers with the tacky, clear residue. You spread your fingers, watching as strings of wetness form. The scene was titillating, and Nathan’s cock jumped against his abdomen as he watched you.

You placed your free hand on the inside of his thigh before pushing a finger slowly inside of him. Nathan hissed and your movements halted.

“Alright, honey?”

He nodded quickly, his eyes pleading and lidded and he looked down at you. “Don’t stop, please, baby.”

You began to pump your fingers, slowly at first. He let out a shaky groan when you picked up the pace, his hips jutting to meet you halfway. “Doing so good for me, honey,” you praised, reaching up to slowly stroke his cock with your free hand.

You withdrew your fingers, and he whined underneath you. He was so needy tonight, and arousal was making your head fuzzy. But it wasn’t about you tonight. There’d be plenty of time for that later.

You stepped out from between his legs and hopped off the bed, eagerness flooding your veins. Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it in your ears as you searched under the bed. Seconds passed like hours as you felt around for a familiar black box, and relief pooled in your chest as you felt the smooth cardboard you’d been looking for.

Nervous fingers clumsily opened the box revealing what he’d been waiting for all day. The dildo was small and a muted blue with an upward curve to reach that sensitive spot inside him. Nate’s head perked up at the sound of buckles clinking as he watched you put on the harness.

You returned to your position between Nate’s legs and he watched you, curiosity flickering in his eyes as they traveled downward.

You grinned, “It matches your eyes.”

He let out a shaky breath, quickly covered by a scoff as he rolled his eyes.

You retrieved the bottle of lube and popped the top. You gripped the blue length in your hand and met his gaze as you dropped a bead of lube onto the tip, reminiscent of your earlier actions. You stroked yourself and rubbed a soothing hand over his thigh.

“Sure you want to do this?”

He was quick to nod in response, too busy watching your every move. You lined your tip up to his entrance, and his breath hitched. Your hands skated over any skin you could reach as you slowly rocked into him.

Nate’s expression was pinched in a mix of pain and ecstasy as you inched your way inside him. Your heart ached to provide some form of solace, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the way he was taking you so well.

You leaned down and pressed sloppy kisses against the side of his neck, attempting to distract him as you sank the last few inches into him.

He gasped, and you hesitated just for a moment. Your heart was pounding so loudly you could barely breathe, and panic began to set in. What if you hurt him?

“You okay?” you asked and you cringed as soon as the words left your mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes and nodded. “Baby, you’re inside me,” he huffed a laugh. You couldn’t help but join him. He was looking at you like you hung every star in the sky and the next thing you know your lips were on his.

The kiss was clumsy as you adjusted to your position over him. You pulled out of him before snapping your hips forward, your lips still on his. Strong legs wrapped around your waist and brought you closer, pulling you deeper inside him.

You rocked against him, each thrust pulling out further than the last. You spent every moment memorizing every sound and sight. Eventually, you reached that spot inside him that had him releasing the delicious sounds you craved. You focused on hitting that spot again, and again, and again until he was a moaning mess under you.

He arched against you. “Baby,” he pleaded, not even sure what he was asking for anymore.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” you murmured, desperate to give him whatever he desired.

“More.”

Who are you to deny your baby boy what he wants? You snapped your hips faster, finally settling into some sort of rhythm. You wrapped your hand around his weeping cock, and twisted your wrist in quick strokes.

The pace at which you were pounding into him was almost brutal, but he was so close you could almost taste it. With one final slam of your hips, he was falling apart at the seams. Nathan’s moan was practically pornographic as he painted the back of your hand and his stomach with the white strings of his release.

You slowed your pace as you both caught your breath. Your hands skirted across his now-flushed skin as he came down from his high.

“You did so good for me,” you whispered, a small smile playing on your lips.

Nathan laughed, and the sound made your heart soar. You made him feel good.

“You did all the work.”

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