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"May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you…
keeping your blood eternally pulsing…
May your journey be forever peaceful and your schemes forever concealed.
Our paths will cross again beneath Kakava’s shimmering auroras.
Farewell, Kakavasha.”
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Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.
I’m afraid
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Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.
I’m afraid
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i will probably never get over aventurine gently petting kakavasha’s head. like okay yeah why dont you go into the void and tenderly forgive yourself. fuckkk
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Hello! I've been a fan of you for some time now, and I've grown to be interested in writing an interactive novel myself! Problem is, I have no idea how to start. How did you get into writing interactive fiction and how is the process different than writing a regular novel? What do you like most about it? Thanks and have a great day!
Hello!! I got into Interactive Fiction when I first read Choice of the Dragon and Heroes Rise all those years back. From there, I read more and more games and, eventually, found the Cog forum full of WIPS— at the time, Tumblr IF culture didn't exist.
The big game changers, however, were Choice of Rebels and Zombie Exodus: Safe Heaven. When I read those games, I was blasted with the full potential of this medium. Like a great, blazing wind hitting me in the face, I understood we can create worlds, weave narratives, and write characters as layered as the ones we read about in a traditional book.
Plus, you get a say in what happens!
I can't say exactly how different it is to write traditional novels because I never wrote a full book. Before the Rose, I wrote a lot of short stories. But, IF is extremely different from traditional writing because, most of all, the protagonist doesn't belong to you. The characters, even, don't belong to you. It's a two-way street of creating a story with strangers you'll never meet.
So, you must consider, always, the reader. Whether in traditional writing, my advice is that you shouldn't. Write for yourself, yes, but in IF, you can't do it 100%. Writing is a dialogue between myself and this metaphorical, all-encompassing reader.
The best thing is that in collaborative writing you'll come up with phrases, situations, and even characters you never planned. Beka, the Goliath, and even, to some degree, Lance, are all characters that would have been tiny footnotes if not for this internal reader that demanded: "Wait, but I want to know more about this person."
It's a lot of work. Right now, I'm in a bit of a slog where I have to write different conversations and, even, different start of scenes based on previous choices. It has made me slow down my writing speed considerably. Is it fun to go over a scene two, three, sometimes even four times? No. It's tedious. IF writing will have a lot of times where you'll just have to do something even when you don't particularly enjoy it.
But, when you do get to the parts you enjoy? When the text comes alive and the protagonist goes from this vague, silhouette-like blob in your mind to a fully-formed, distinct person? When the MC turned into Romanus and a city I saw on the map into Tarragona, or a bard who is secretly a spy deepened into one of my favorite characters I've ever written? Those moments make all the tedious ones worth it.
You gotta love it, that's my advice. If you don't, you'll never finish the project. No matter how many likes, asks, and fanart you get.
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FHR: Escapist inklings (Ao3 Link)
Characters: Sidestep (Farm, 2nd visit)
Warnings: Canon-typical suicidal ideation, implied abuses at the Farm, nothing explicitly shown.
Word Count: 735
Summary: Sidestep sits in solitary confinement, pondering possibilities for escape and stumbles onto an idea.
Lying on the mat in your cell, you toss and turn with restless frustration. It's impossible to get comfortable between the fresh bruises of the day and the dampeners weighing down on your mind. They're immutable around you, making the four close closed walls even more claustrophobic. A choke hold on your mind that would be much more merciful if it was clenched tight around your throat.
If only you could be so lucky.
You still on your back, the thin mat doing little to cushion your scrawny atrophied body from the cold concrete floor. Your stomach gnaws at your spine, fed just enough to keep your brain alive and active, because that's all they care about. Not fed enough to be comfortable, to remind you that good dogs get good meals. You ignore these slights against yourself. You're still breathing. Focus on that.
In.
Out.
Slow.
Steady.
Don't think about how you learned this, years ago, a passive puppy learning to self-soothe to serve. They want that good obedient dog back, not the feral stray cat you became once out of their bag. You'll die before becoming that sad browbeaten creature again. And they'll regret the tiger you'll be once you figure your way out of this cage. Once you have your claws on their throats.
How to get out is the only thing stopping you.
Telepathy won't get you out of this, not with the dampeners trapping your reaching prying fingers inside your own skull. You aren't a shape-shifter. You can't dematerialize and pass through walls. You can't pass unseen and unheard through spaces between reality, not like the Void.
Hm. The Void.
You saw the paths she walked once. You made yourself forget them as the green faded from your sight and the burn faded from your veins. Could you make yourself remember them again? Could you walk them again? Pass through the walls of this place like the ghost you are. What's the worst that can happen if you try? You venture too deep into the space between? It crushes you like it crushed the Void? Ends your miserable existence here? You can't see a downside to trying.
You breathe. In. Out. Remember. The acid of her Blood burning deep in your veins. The color of her Sky, deep underground. The paths they opened in the spaces between, seared deep inside of you. Push your fingers through the folds of your mind, peel and pry back the scars chaining the memories so very deep, gouge them out, let them flow fresh and green.
(ignore the screams. yours. ortega's. they're all in the past.)
Your eyes open inside and you see. It's tiny, barely visible, like dust motes in a shaft of light. Small. Mutable. Immaterial. You can't walk this. Your flesh is weak but solid. It binds you to this plane.
But your mind is strong. It doesn't need this flesh. It needs to go free, unfettered, unburdened, unreal. You have to escape the gravity well of mind to body. You have to unmake your self to become.
You need to let it go.
You reach and you drag your self, pulling taut, tauter, tight, tighter, and then finally the invisible cord binding you to you snaps.
You think you scream.
But no one comes in.
Your body breathes on below, but you are weightless above.
Immaterial.
Free.
On the moted path, you wander. Beyond the choke of the dampeners, you fly. Feather light and feather flow, you drift down towards another mind.
A guard. Yours. Seated in a padded chair, viewing screens that capture you and your cell, inside and out from every angle.
You flow into the cracks of his mind, taking a tenuous hold amidst his stream of consciousness. He's bored watching you sleep, especially now that you've settled. He needs to go to the bathroom, but his shift mate has stepped out to smoke. He wonders what will be for dinner when he gets home after third shift is over. He half-hopes you'll start pounding the walls again, just to break up the monotony.
You wonder…
Can you do more than watch…?
Tickle a little nerve.
His hand jerks and he swears as the mug of coffee spills across the desk. In his panic, your tenuous hold snaps like a rubber band.
You lurch upright, you again, you yourself, choking on bitter victorious bile as you laugh.
#well hello there#i don't go here but#the little i've seen here has me incredibly interested#amazing fic!! whoever this protagonist is....... protect them at all costs#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH#things have been written.txt
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man tiddy
version without tattoos under the cut!
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his rib tattoo says fortis fortuna adiuvat! fortune favours the bold ;)
version without tattoos under the cut~
#i would STUTTER in the most asexual way possible when shaking his hand#HE'S JUST SO COOL#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH#FIGHTING MAYA FOR THAT NO.1 FAN SPOT#infamous if#oc overseas: felix#capricule
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FRATRICIDE LET'S GOOOO
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I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
commission #4 for my @shepherds-of-haven pairings, this time my shifter Odelina Payne-Isibis and Briony Stormbreaker! once again, painted by the wonderful and talented @serahlink, who perfectly captured how I imagine them - adorable, playful, and having the time of their lives together :')
if you're looking for an artist to commission, please consider Link! he's wonderful to work with, and the art is amazing!
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for someone who denies the Twc plagiarism allegations…you decided to name a character…in your vampire if…adam…please make it make sense
guy who has never heard of the Old Testament:
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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
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I made my own OC meme! :] The goal is to encourage people to think about their characters' word choices in written/spoken dialogue. Blank under the cut!
(the second one is transparent)
Feel free to modify and redistribute any way you'd like, just be honest about the source if asked lol
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The Patreon/Ko-fi demo has been updated! (Officially on March 28, actually. It's actually been updated in February, too, but I hadn't made a tumblr post then, so I'll tell you everything that's been added since I last posted here!)
What's new:
More of chapter 5! (it's a big one)
Catch up with Nimue! (February update)
Have a quick conversation with a certain character 👀 (February update)
Make small talk with Galahad, insult him (before the food has even arrived!) or simply ignore him (newest update)
Get on the dancefloor! (newest update)
Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/llamaswriting
Kofi link: https://ko-fi.com/llamaswriting
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