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xenon-demon · 10 months

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WIP Weekend! 🖋️

So I've been tagged in various WIP games this week by @stobinesque @penny00dreadful and @steves-strapcollection - thank you all Very Much for the tags!! <3 (even if the tags were because I am an Enabler Of Fic, I recognise my true calling is to be a hype man and writing is my side gig lmao)

Anyway I have a reasonably free weekend this weekend and a BURNING DESIRE to get something ao3-ready. Also FYI these rules are a slightly modified version of the ones Sam (penny00dreadful) is using, because I am using the "Fuck It We Ball" approach and cobbling together all the various WIP games into something that will work for me.

🎆 Rules 🎆

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

I am listing my WIP names as a poll; the poll will run for 24 hours and at the end I'll do the maths on how many votes each WIP received. I'll then set a goal to write 100 words per vote* for each WIP, and make a post of the vote breakdown for accountability! (*I may change this to be more than 100 words per vote if I don't get many votes in total.)

Snippet from "steve overstimulation projection manifesto" (SOPM) under the cut!

So yeah. Eddie can’t handle sudden change, big deal.

Steve can, for the most part; he's a lot more adaptable. No, Steve's weakness is people.

It took Eddie a while to realize it, and even then, he didn't truly understand until after they'd started dating. After all, how could the former King of Hawkins High possibly find socializing difficult? Eddie remembers all those bitter glances he used to shoot King Steve's way, jealous of how effortlessly he commanded the court of public opinion - not that he'd ever admit to it. But then Steve fell from grace, underwent more character growth than Eddie thought one man was capable of, and now Eddie knows the truth: uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. (Eddie is forever in debt to his freshman year English teacher for pointing him in the direction of the battered copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare in Hawkins Public Library. If only poor Mr Collins knew Eddie was only interested so he could use it as inspiration for D&D campaigns.)

Steve is absolutely charismatic; he knows how to tell people exactly what they want to hear, or make them feel special in a way that keeps them coming back for more. The catch is it's an intentional act. It's a mask that Steve used to be terrified he could never take off, as he mournfully confessed to Eddie one night while sharing a joint in the trailer. As it turns out, Steve just needed better friends; with Robin, with the kids, with Eddie, he finds it so easy to just be himself. He doesn't have to censor himself or fret over what image he's presenting to the world, and can instead relax and actually enjoy the company. Steve's joked around with Eddie before that it's actually kind of good for their relationship that Steve used to have to try so hard - he knows how to flirt without even consciously thinking about it. What Steve doesn't know is that he could go into graphic detail about the shape of his toenails and Eddie would still be listening with hearts in his eyes.

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And now some tags, both for visibility and as an invitation to join in if you'd like to/aren't already doing a writing game for the weekend! <3

@sailing-through-hawkins @onirislanding @inairbinad @eriquin @scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle

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pc-rockruff · 7 months

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Oh what's this? This app wasn't here before! Might as well introduce myself now that I'm here. I'm Ozzie, and I believe I've been transformed into a Rockruff somehow. I don't remember now but I've found myself inside the PC system, and I don't remember all that much honestly. I'm trying to make it to Box 100 which is quite the long way because me and my companions can only travel one at a time.

Heyoooo!!! It's me!!! The person behind blogs like @hoppingwooloo and @aether-foundation-pr !! I'll be following from my main @bowsers-keep .

Both the blog icon and header were made by the lovely DM of the campaign <3

As for what this blog is, well I wanted to try my hand at an Eebydeeby before remembering I already had an Eebydeeby character as apart a TTRPG Pokemon Campaign called PMD 199 where our characters have been violently flinged into the Pokemon PC system of this girl named Aureolin. I'll be having fun with this commentating on the campaign with this blog. Despite that this blog will be more casual since I'm not legally allowed to have his plot progress outside of the game. He'll still interact plenty, just no way to progress anything.

For extra info about Ozzie and the campaign, there's what I like calling Glitch Traits, all player characters have one, Ozzie's is Fused with basically means his glasses are stuck to his face.

Whenever I'm rambling about the campaign itself I'll tag those post with "campaign commentary" for the purposes of me trying to organize regular interactions and campaign related shit

List of characters in the campaign other than Ozzie within the traveling group:

- Fidan (Natu - Player Persistent [Poison Variety])

- Delaware (Bagon/Shelgon - Player, also known as Del for short Stunted)

- Luna (Zorua/Skitty/Purrloin - Player Type Change)

- Prof (Braxien - NPC Fused [Labcoat])

- Cynosure (Levanny - NPC, they are lvl 100 Persistent [Vortex Variety])

Pelipper Mail and Magic Anons are off simply due to how this blog works

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokemon irl

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Time After Time

Warnings: None. Some kissing, and a smidge of making out - teenage!Sam and teenage!reader (both just graduated) nothing explicit or graphic at all.

Summary: It's Senior Prom, and Y/N is Prom Queen and everything, but the night won't be complete if she can't get at least one dance with Sam Winchester.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,429

A/N: I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Use the words: crown, dance, smile.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, at first I was just going to write this as a one shot, and for now that's what it is, but I have some ideas of how to make this fic into a series. I thought I'd throw it out to you guys and see what you thought. If you're interested, I'll continue the story, so please let me know. 😊 Still not wholly confident in my ability to capture Sam properly on the page! 😬

Both of the beautiful dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89 💓

So, it was a long time ago, lots of years, more years than I care to think about, really.

The night had been a long time coming; months of planning and preparation had gone into it, months of excited giggling and daydreaming with my friends. So many conversations and shopping trips, for dresses and shoes, and the perfect shade of lipstick, trying to make everything perfect.

For our Senior Prom.

Of course, however much we'd planned, it wasn't perfect. Our dresses were too hot for the end of June, so we were all too warm, and our high heels pinched our toes; one of my friends, I don't remember which one now, got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent over an hour in the girl's bathroom lamenting her broken heart.

They were back together by the end of the night.

But in spite of these issues, it was a magical night. And not just because I was voted Prom Queen. It didn't really mean that much to me; I wasn't that popular, but my date was, and he'd been voted in as King, so I think I just tagged along for the ride; I'd certainly never campaigned.

I don't really remember my prom date's name either. Steve...something, I think. He wasn't my boyfriend, just a guy who'd asked me to go. And I couldn't just sit around waiting forever for the boy I wanted to go with, to ask me. So, I said yes to...Steve Something and had a nice night. I stood on the stage in my little plastic crown and waved and tried not to feel too silly.

Being up on the stage did have one advantage though; from my vantage point I finally saw him for the first time that night, the boy I'd actually wanted to go to Prom with.

He was easy to spot towering head and shoulders above everyone around him; he was leaning against the wall at the back of the gymnasium that we'd decorated so elaborately, in the hopes of evoking romance. Through a sea of tinfoil stars, white balloons and baby blue streamers we made eye contact and he gave me that warm, sweet smile that never failed to make my heart skip.

Those dimples should really be illegal.

Without really paying attention to what was happening, I walked down off the stage and began the king and queen dance. The whole time I was awkwardly swaying side to side with my date, my eyes were scanning the room for an unruly mop of brown wavy hair and almond-shaped, hazel eyes.

He was so beautiful. I'd fallen for him the second he showed up in my biology classroom two months earlier. He was new, not just to my classroom, but to the school. I knew that right away, because I never would have missed his existence in my small high school.

Then we'd been partnered in a few labs and I'd fallen even harder and deeper for his shy, sincere smiles, and obvious intelligence.

And I'd waited and waited for him to ask me to a movie, or for coffee, or to PROM. There were some moments where I felt sure he was going to ask, like it was on the tip of his tongue, but it was as though he pulled himself back at the last second.

I told myself that it must all be in my imagination, he couldn't be interested, because here I was dancing with Steve Something instead of Sam Winchester.

Finally our dance ended and I told my date I wanted to powder my nose and left him standing on the dance floor to seek Sam out.

I feel a little bad now about my abrupt dismissal of the very kind boy who'd brought me. But the evening was winding down to the last dance of the night and everyone was partnering up for it and I absolutely refused to miss my chance to be wrapped up in Sam's long, muscular arms at least once.

I held up my long skirt and dashed about a little wildly, trying to find him in the crowd while Cyndi Lauper's unique voice blared across the gym singing Time After Time.

"Hey."

I spun around at the familiar voice and craned my head back to smile up at the boy I'd been looking for, possibly forever.

"Hey." I answered back. We then proceeded to stand there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot before both speaking at the same time.

"Do you wanna da-"

"Feel like danci-"

We both laughed, full of nerves, but then he put out his big hand for me to take hold of so he could lead me out to the floor. I timidly put my hand in his, loving the warmth of it, and hoping mine didn't feel too clammy. As we reached the edge of the crowd he pulled me close.

Then, instead of putting both hands on my waist and shuffling around in a circle with me the way the other boys were doing, he slipped his wide, warm palm to the small of my back and then brought the hand he'd been holding up to his lips to kiss the back of my knuckles. He then kept it wrapped up in his and pressed both our hands against his chest. He lead me in a slow, swaying motion in time to the gentle rhythm of the song.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and was sure he could feel it too. But I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. He wore a plain white button up shirt with a dark blue vest, and dark pants. The vest seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and the way his torso narrowed at his waist, creating a beautiful V shape that made my stomach flutter.

I finally worked up the courage to look into his eyes and was immediately lost in their multi-colored hazel depths. He smiled down at me, gentle and still slightly shy. I decided his shy uncertainty deserved some reassurance. So, I smiled brightly up at him before laying my head against his chest.

I heard the gentle beat of his heart kick up a little and found some reassurance of my own; I wasn't the only one affected by our closeness.

As the song wound down and Cyndi's soft voice faded away, we reluctantly pulled apart slightly and as we did, the lights came up in the gymnasium and as though the clock had struck midnight, a spell seemed to break and people began noisily milling about, gathering up purses and jackets and making plans to get home, or continue the party elsewhere.

Sam and I were jostled around a bit, as people pushed past us. Sam's expression was vaguely annoyed. He still held my hand and he tugged me close again so I could hear him over the noise of the crowd.

"Can I walk you home?"

I nodded eagerly. Then, not wanting to be completely heartless, I patted Sam's arm. "Wait just one second?"

He nodded and I dashed over to where I could see Steve Something standing around with his friends, who weren't really my friends.

Leaning up, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile.

"Thanks so much for everything! I had a great time."

He made a vague offer to take me home, but I could see he wanted to party elsewhere with his buddies. Neither of us were heart broken that it hadn't been a love connection.

"It's okay, I've got a way home. Have a good night!"

And without a backward glance, I ran back to Sam's side.

He grabbed up my hand again, and used his impressive size to clear a path for us through the crush of people still trying to leave.

Finally we were out of the building and free of the crowd. We began ambling slowly toward my house, our hands still linked.

For a while we chatted about school and the fact that we were actually done for good. He asked me what my plans were for the future, and I told him about leaving for college in the fall, the first stop on my way to med school.

I was still excited for my plans and my future, but a part of me already knew I'd be miss this soft, mysterious boy beside me, with his vague descriptions of continuing on "working at his family's business."

Finally we reached my house, and I brought him around to my side door where there was no porch light or window, and therefore less chance of my parents noticing I was coming home with a different boy than I'd left with.

"So..." I fumbled for my words. "Thanks for the dance and for bringing me home."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me."

We stood in darkened silence for a moment before Sam took in a deep breath. "So, we're, um...my dad and brother and I, we're moving really soon. Couple days, I guess, maybe less."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "But I wondered, if I could ah...if I could still call you, and maybe write you some times."

He looked down at his shoes.

I felt my heart sink. I knew I'd be gone in a couple months anyway, but I'd sort of already started imagining a summer full of midnight movies, ice cream dates and swimming at the lake - Sam's broad chest bare, tanned, and warm under my hands.

But those images floated away on a cool north breeze and I moved up against him to catch his eye again.

I smiled. "I would love that." I found a pen in the little purse I'd bought specifically to match my dress.

I pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and turned it over to write my phone number on his palm. I could have written a novel on his giant paw.

"Call me anytime."

He smiled down at me, his deep dimples making me melt slightly as I put my pen away. He continued to look down at me, blinking slowly and making my heart race a little as I watched his eyes fall to my lips.

"Kiss me." I blurted out.

I saw Sam's eyes widen slightly and I slapped a palm to my mouth not quite believing that demand had just popped out. I'd been thinking it so hard, I suppose it was bound to spill out!

"I mean...I just meant..." I was beet red and once again grateful for the dark. "I just mean, if you wanted to, you could kiss me."

Sam didn't say anything for the span of five seconds which was far too long for my panicked and mortified brain so I began gibbering.

"Really, you don't have to...I mean, don't, you don't need -"

Sam cut me off, sputtering a little himself. "No, I want to, really want to. I mean not...I don't mean to...not in a creepy way..."

We both trailed off into silence and then almost simultaneously began to chuckle over our extreme awkwardness, and the ridiculousness of the situation.

As our laughter died down I felt Sam shift slightly closer and my breath caught in my throat. He smelled like something masculine and warm, it was hard to define, but it had a heat and a spice to it that made my knees weak.

He tilted my chin up with his long fingers and leaned forward slowly. I took in the little mole at the side of his nose, and as my eyes fluttered closed I realized it was a beauty mark in the very truest sense.

God, he was beautiful.

His lips met mine and I sighed against them. They were so soft and so gentle as they slanted over mine. He moved his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck, and I shivered as his strong fingers massaged my skin there.

Obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slid his other hand around to the middle of my back, splaying his fingers wide and pressing me more firmly against him.

He swept his tongue across my sealed lips and they parted for him automatically. I felt my stomach swoop and my core muscles clench as he licked into me, his tongue bold and exploring.

I let out a soft moan, surprised by the way my body reacted to him. I'd only been kissed twice before and if this was what kisses were supposed to feel like, I'd been woefully short-changed with those previous lip-locks.

He pulled his mouth from mine, just so he could suck along my jawline, teeth scraping gently there before he moved down the column of my neck. His hand slid from my back, down over my ass, grabbing a handful.

I craned my neck back and buried my hands in his long hair, moaning and feeling a keen kind of need for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, he wrenched himself back from me, chest heaving in a way that was just incredibly sexy for reasons I was still too young and inexperienced to really understand.

"Sorry," he apologized, "got...got carried away."

I was shaking my head before he finished. I was slightly embarrassed at my incredibly eager response, still holding on to the bullshit idea young girls are fed, that being too enthusiastic about making out with a boy meant you were a slut.

But I didn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong either, so I reached up and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't apologize. That was..." I looked down at the ground before screwing up all my courage and looking him in the eye. "That was wonderful."

I was rewarded with his dimples again and I reached up to trail my fingers across his cheek simply because I figured it was likely my last chance to do so.

Sure enough as I dropped my hand away, he stepped back out of my reach and gave me another sad smile.

"Well, take care of yourself." He said, and then held up his palm toward me. "I'll call you."

I nodded and smiled, not sure if I believed him; keeping in touch over miles and years was a tall order for someone you'd barely known three months.

But as he backed away from me and then turned away with a final wave, I prayed he would. Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Sam Winchester.

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dovesndecay · 1 year

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Tell us more about your amnesiac aasamir? :)

[img: A HeroForge mini of a masc-presenting person in thick, brown furs with purple accents. He has medium brown skin, short, spiky white hair, and light brown eyes. He is holding a staff in his left hand and a ball of flame in his right. One white brow has a slit, and both ears have hoops. His expression is somewhat confused or disdainful, lips curled and brow lifted. At his feet are fallen leaves and a small campfire. /end]

Level 4 | 13 STR | 14 DEX | 17 CON | 14 INT | 16 WIS | 18 CHA

Kelric Ashling has been in Ten Towns since just before the eternal winter began. He was found in the woods with the beginning of hypothermia and already frostbitten, losing his left ring and pinkie fingers. He was found by Ulrich Frostborn, played by @chaosqueer, a half-orc barbarian living outside of Brynn Shander. The two of them are basically besties, though Kelric would be confused by that. Ulrich, meanwhile, would be terribly hurt that Kelric didn't think they were besties. After all, Ulrich carved him prosthetics for his hand!

He has no memory of his life prior to arriving in Ten Towns, and so, after getting patched up, he stayed. It's been nearly three years of simply existing in this bullshit cold-as-a-witch's-rectum hellscape, but he doesn't have much else to do, so he stays and he does odd jobs in exchange for room and board, and funds to stock away for rainy days. He can do some fire magic, but has no idea how he knows how to do it, and lately it's been a bit ... out of control.

Since some of the settlements in Ten Towns have human sacrifice lotteries, he and Ulrich -- the two of them are often referred to as "The Ricks", although never to Kelric's face -- travel around to mitigate the risk of ending up on the lottery and getting sacrificed to the Auril, The Frost Maiden.

At the beginning of our campaign, Heliodora Arleccina, played by @natalieironside, a goth jester Drow bard, showed up in town, presumably for shits and giggles, and joined our little band of job-doers. She seems to be mostly inclined towards making money and enjoying shenanigans, and she's good at both, so Kelric is cool with her tagging along. A bard is always useful.

One of the ways I've been playing with his amnesia is that I'll roll a d20 to see how he reacts to certain things. He doesn't know all the spells he knows, so when Heliodora tries to Message him to work out a plan during a job, in front of the target, in public -- who we are meant to kill, subtly and without getting caught -- Kelric freaks out and accidentally ends up in a fight with the town guard in the middle of the market. During the fight, he also accidentally sets an inn very on fire, and lets one of their enemies go to try and save the people while the party flees the town.

I'm waiting to see how that one comes back to bite us later.

There's a massive Bumble problem -- abominable snowmen, which we've taken to calling Bumbles -- throughout the area, and the party has been running into them every time we leave town.

The Eternal Winter Bullshit has drawn a newly graduated ... *squints* druid??? maybe?? I don't remember, tbh. Her name is Danikka, but we've taken to calling her The Nerd. When she arrived in town, he felt a flicker of recognition at her robes, but couldn't place them. He may have unnerved her slightly when he approached, sat down, and stared at her as if he could will himself to remember something. Ulrich's gentle intervention was necessary as a third party to ease the awkward encounter.

Every so often, he knows or uses a spell he didn't know he had -- the scene below was because he used Druidcraft without even realizing it. The Nerd is helping him "learn" magic -- and he's gathering materials for her to cast a spell to hopefully restore his memory. Our last job was to retrieve an gem trader's inventory, and our reward was one diamond specifically because The Nerd needs it for the spell.

Kelric looked across the bar to where Danikka sat at a table, the Chwinga resting on the beehive she'd wrestled her hair into. "Hey, nerd!" Danikka looked up, blinking wide eyes. "Yes?" Kelric immediately groaned. "Don't answer to that, kid!"

Kelric is a very gruff, no-nonsense sort of guy. He's not a chatter. He fails to ask follow-up questions, and walks away from conversations the moment he feels he's done with them -- regardless of whether the other person feels the same way.

And then he walks back in when he remembers that he needs more information, like, where the fuck he's supposed to be going.

Honestly, thank gods for Ulrich, because Kelric would walk off without his head 90% of the time if it weren't attached.

He also doesn't know he's an Aasimar -- pretty much everyone assumes he's a genasi or a half-elf or something, thanks to the slightly pointed ears and the scales -- so when he never "sleeps" for more than four hours, he thinks he has insomnia. Ulrich makes him various teas to try and help, which Kelric drinks despite having Zukoesque ideas about tea.

He always takes last watch. He's a brandy man. Green is his favorite color. He's very impatient -- nearly barging into the rooms of inn guests in order to follow up on a flyer they left on the Craigsboard -- but thankfully, Ulrich is there to rein him in most days.

Mostly.

Oh, and if the Northlook Inn ever burns down, he'll save Ol' Bitey before anybody else.

[img: A red fish with a wide, bold forehead, a number of scars, and a white belly, mounted on a piece of wood like real world singing fish products. Beneath the fish, there is a name plaque that reads, "OL' BITEY". /end]

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wings-of-flying · 1 year

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woah look everyone i'm making an introduction post!

hiiii, my name is bee, but i also call myself albatross cause of my blog name. i use she/her pronouns but i'm trialling ey/em so i'll keep you updated. i'm pansexual and genderqueer

i'm a minor so don't be weird

this is my jrwi blog, but i also just generally chat about things here. likes and follows are from @/mystery-binds-me where i mostly just reblog funny stuff. i also run @/daily-riptide-incorrectquotes because why not. thanks to the t4t navyseal apocalypse, i have an alt dedicated to the hivemind @/t4t-navyseal-t4t

i'm caught up with riptide but haven't got a patreon subscription yet so know nothing about the other campaigns

i'm very much open to chatting with people about jrwi or just random stuff, just lemme know what episode you're on so i don't spoil anything

more under the cut:

i write fanfic on ao3 (just jrwi at the moment but that may change in the future). my user there is MysteryBindsMe13

tagging system is as follows:

#albatross rambles - talking tag. mostly non jrwi but occasionally it'll be stuff i don't want to main tag for whatever reason

#albatross writes - fairly self explanatory. to add to this, i also tag any posts about specific fics i write with said fic's title (e.g. Where Sea Meets Shore (wsms as shorten it) will be tagged #where sea meets shore)

#albatross doodles - any random drawings i've done. not an artist so there won't be many of these

#albatross answers - ask tag

#albatross polls - time for many many strange polls

#jrwilb - liveblog tag. if you aren't caught up with riptide i'd recommend blocking this as well as the following tag

#jrwi spoilers - i don't promise to remember to tag all spoilers, but i'll try my best with big spoilers or stuff from recent episodes

#my beloveds - mutuals came to visit!

#describing mana - i'm on a mission to make detailed descriptions of all islands and characters (mostly just islands) in jrwi riptide. wish me luck o7

i think that's it!

oh, final thing, i do post shipping content, so if that's not your cup of tea you might not wanna hang here (i'd tag all the shipping stuff so you could block it but i'll be real that sounds like too much effort)

final thing, i'm british so if my posting schedule is weird it's because of time zones (my arch nemesis)

(last updated 20th Feb 2023)

#ignore this on your dash lmao #i just figured i'd finally get round to making one of these #intro post

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soysaurus · 2 years

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wip game 2 electric boogaloo

@srbxzero i am in sm pain this didnt post the first time and the entire post just disappeared and i had it all written out and AAAAAAAAAAAAA i would like to commit a murder ty goodbye goodnight

but anw THANKS ZERO FOR TAGGING ME UR WIPS SOUND V FUN AND CHAOTIC AND INTRIGUING AND ONLY THE LITTLEST BIT TERRIFYING

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

my god here we go. i hate this website.

its the awkward spice au lol

THEYRE BALD

mandy loves li senpai

sluttyhara chat au

I AM A DISTRACTED LIL GAY MAN

the occult club

fallen angle au

housemaid au

all's fair in love and war pt 2

SHIT SHIT SHIT WHAT DO WE DO atsushi shut the FUCK up

this distance we hold

on the edge of nowhere, i find you

how i met your teacher

Untitled document

i'll travel halfway around the world to spend a second with you

late last night, i met you

once again i am trying again why am i like this

reese write short fics challenge

breaking my brain

something in the shadows

small towns

young

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dabihawks week day 1

love songs

it's a yt au ig??? but also chaotic siblings and an unfortunate bf. they're all nerds tho.

what we hear

it is a lonely thing to be perfectly normal

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snow days

it's not work if we love it

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my three weed-loving boyfriends

so hard to be sure (tell me i'm yours)

wedding bells more like wedding balls amirite

i know i know another tachigin doc

ive decided im now a chosoyuki writer

competition

ordinary company

and there are more but i dont want to keep typing and i am sure no one is reading. BUT OH WELL LMAO.

my tags: @butterfly-apocalypse @lionalicelives @bittermoonswrites @tohmatosauce @cryolyst if ur still writing and @jecook i know we never talk but i think i remember seeing u in the fandom so HI!!!

#tumblr is making me cry today but also i am dead inside #soy writes #god.#tag games

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iraprince · 1 year

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george compilation so far 🎀 (full name Cooking with Gorgeous, cookie or george for short, he/him + she/her) my first @sapphicworldttrpg character!

whenever i have a burst of passion and churn out a bunch of related sketches like this, i have to remember to bundle them together!!!

also, my first drawings of him + my other two PC concepts (who are still going to exist in the game i'm playing cookie in, just as her attendants!)

it worked out, bc i love all of their designs and character concepts, but i wasn't sure i was as excited about roleplaying as velvet or dandy for an extended time the same way i am about cookie. when they're npcs connected to cookie, then i still get to bring them up and wave them around and have fun interactions with them, but i don't have to commit to playing them fulltime!

anyway, once we start playing i'll try to keep a specific tag to chronicle any sketches and stuff i do throughout the campaign!! check back 4 updates :)

#also pleeeeeaaase check out the game its not out yet but its so cool and im genuinely so stoked for it #(i'm also contributing art tee hee. but this isnt me doing work promo im just legitimately this obsessed with it)#furry #anthro #sapphicworld #okay sorry i just remembered only the first few tags show up in search and i didnt wanna delete/retype the first two lol.#ANYWAY.#the games also on twitter as sapphicworldrpg (instead of ttrpg) and i think theres more of a backlog of info there!#my art #my ocs #cooking with gorgeous #sir velvet #dandy

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lyeekha · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag @olivia-calidamn ! great opportunity to get re-enthused. not all the scribbles have titles and most of them are placeholders bUT as of right now here you go

Stocks and Bonds

Slip of the Mind

Rigging

Inked

Double Ends

The Deadpan Disguises

Safe

Loose Tongues

Trials and Tributes

Revels

Loose Ends

Furies

Slip of the Tongue

Binding

Unsafe

The Beach Episode

Blinding

Control

Poetry

Storm

Are You Alright

Indelible

TWIE Megaconglomerate (TWIE universe but unsorted/not yet placed/everything else)

just gonna only include writing in my google docs for, yknow, brevity

Ask for snippets and I'll try and make sure they're not the same as other ones ive posted but! no promises i dont remember

Tag! (if applicable!) @kamil-a @beatricebidelaire @lesbianscieszka @ceruleanvulpine @kitsnicket @whoslaurapalmer

#ask meme #i dont know if at-ing someone works the same way as it used to - it looks different in the post - this may be going out to nobody

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allenvooreef · 2 years

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Catching up

So... hi! It's been a while, huh? I've been spending most of my time on twitter and instagram for these past couple years, but I'd like to be more active on here again, too. I've missed the kinds of interactions that can really only happen here. So I'm making an effort!

Lots has changed since my Dragon Age tumblr hey-day, so let me catch you up on my life a little bit.

The most obvious thing here being that the Dragon Age obsession void has been filled with Dungeons and Dragons and it's making me very happy. I thought Critical Role was gonna be the thing that fueled my artwork for the next couple years, but whoops it turns out it's my own campaigns and characters instead. This also makes me a bit more hesitant to post all of the art I make for it, though, because if it's not a fandom will anyone even be interested? However, I've decided it shouldn't matter, and I just enjoy sharing my art with you all either way. So brace yourselves for all the art about Raiden and Sigmar!

Raiden is an arcane trickster rogue who is quite an asshole and too clever for his own good, currently trying to solve a series of disappearances along with a small group of chaotic characters. We don't record or air our campaign, but the session summaries, typed up by yours truly, are freely available. The campaign now also has its own tumblr page with these summaries, art, and character information, so follow @anywaymurder to keep up with all the shenanigans!

Sigmar is a warrior in the Dragon Age universe, in a campaign set in Tevinter around the time of the first Blight. He's been looking for his missing friend, and after months of escalating complications has now finally been reunited with him.

If you'd like to learn more about them, you can browse their tags -[raiden] [sigmar]- and you're always more than welcome to ask me questions about them, of course! These lads and their stories have grown to be incredibly important to me and I'm excited to share more of that with you.

In other news, after much deliberation, I now have a new roommate in the shape of the most adorable pupper, named Soup. Yes, you read that right. She is a labradoodle (although she doesn't look it), and is about to turn one year old. It's been quite the challenge raising her all by myself (with a healthy dose of regular support from family and friends) but it's also been very rewarding, and I can't wait to see what more she grows up to be <3 I'll try to remember to post some Soup content here every once in a while, tagged of course, but if you want daily pupdates, be sure to follow my instagram stories.

Let's see if I can make an effort to post a little more often and get back some of that good ol' community feel this place used to hold for me. :) Hope you've all been doing alright in the meantime! Feel free to drop a comment to tell me how you've been!

#eef talks #i'm reminded that tumblr changed its tagging code so now i'll have to fix all my broken links in my profile lol #i'll get right on that #anyway hi #missed you!

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metanoiamorii · 3 years

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❛When I was young, I'd read stories about great heroes doing great deeds. The truth is, real heroes don't look at all like I pictured. They're far from perfect. They're bull-headed, stubborn, reckless. And also recklessly brave. They charge in without a thought to themselves. Not without fear or doubt, but in spite of it. We are all scared. But we are going to fight and die anyway, to give everyone else a chance at a better future. Because the future matters.❜

♧ Title: The Legacy of Vires Ius [TSOVI]

♧ Status: World-Building & Drafting

♧ Point of View: Third, I haven't decided if it's limited or multiple quite yet.

♧ Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Action

♧ Warnings: Deaths, violence, nudity, cults, classism, a touch of racism, some homophobia, some transphobia, war, torture, a bit of an apocalyptic vibe, gore, eldritch beings, a very long story; I'm sure I'm missing a few more

♧ Featuring: Well for all of you out there who love the found family trope, I got big news for you! On top of, a diverse LGBTQ+ cast of characters, complex and complicated characters, morally grey characters, complex world building, plenty of symbolism, fantasy religions, unique character arcs, if a dnd campaign got written as a story, not necessarily 'the chosen' one but they definitely take up the challenge as if they're meant to; I'm sure I'm missing some, but you get the point!

♧ Setting: Okay so like... You'll get to explore the ENTIRE world in this one. From the Western European inspired countries, to the Ancient Roman inspired Societies, to a Napoleonic France inspired nation, to indigenous islands, to.... Yeah, no, you're getting a whole look at the world in this one.

♧ Synopsis:

It starts with saving the life of an emperor....— scratch that, it starts sooner than that. It starts with a runaway noblelady, a woman who wants to change her life, an eldritch being that takes the form of a weasel, a wanted bastardized nobleman, and an assassin. Together they all take up a misfit job, never telling the truth to one another, aiming to use each other for their own gain.... They come out if it friends, forgetting the original plan.

So, they become an adventuring group together for some years, until an old friend calls in a favor. That's when it starts, saving the life of an emperor. They're rewarded a keep, a paycheck, and newfound nobility. Sure, it wasn't what they all intended, but it happened. Life looks good for them.

They adopt a child of mischief and care for him as if he was there own. And some years later, the child's mother comes looking for him... She joins the family too, with her own mischief group of trouble.

The family grows bigger.

No, none of them mind, not in truth. The keep is large and quiet, really. They prefer the noise and company. They're a happy family together, until...

You probably guessed it by now. Remember the runaway noblelady? Her cousin winds up in town, with a few friends, all hiding from their past, and the law. You guessed it. They stay at the keep and... Well, they never leave. They become family too.

So what happens when you have three different adventuring groups living together?

Well, it certainly isn't a peaceful, quiet life. Mischief is around every corner, and they celebrate life every day— because hey, you don't always survive slaying a manticore, or stopping a nation from going to war, or even protecting your friends from their past....

But you know what doesn't happen to every adventuring group? Not all of them have to fight a war bigger than themselves. Not all of them take up championships from the gods to fight a field bigger than themselves.

The group originally thought the worst foe they would have to deal with is... Well, they collectively decided his new name is Dickzini. He's a fool, and easy to handle. But, they never knew someone else pulled his strings.

And that person?

That person, who's older than even Khaalida herself, wants to burn the world to the ground as they know it.

So, no more keep. No more politics. No more partying every night. No more misfit jobs. It's time to wield a weapon and prepare for war. Not to protect the world, but to protect each other. It's not a problem if they will do it... But even if they never voice it to one another, they fear if they'll all make it out alive.

♧ Excerpt:

[I want to go on record, I went through at least twenty different excerpts trying to depict which would be best, and this is the one you get.]

"So?"

"So what?"

Rihtyxr faltered where he stood when the nonchalant response was given. The bastard didn't even look up from his dinner plate... He had to stop himself from scrunching his face and showing his annoyace.

He took in a breath, his tail flicking behind him. "What do you think?"

"About?"

Rihtyxr had to bite his bottom lip and tap his fingers against his legs to stop himself from doing something rash. "... The kid— my kid— I was introducing you to..."

"Oh." The knife stopped scraping against the plate. A napkin was picked up, used to dab away the ichor, before dropped onto the plate. Hands neatly folded, Rons'ta lifted his head to stared forward. "I don't like it."

Again, Rihtyxr faltered. "What do you mean—"

"You're playing with something dangerous, Rîxie." Purposely, he used that nickname to infuriate the trickster. "It'll either cost you your crown, if not your life... If we are lucky."

The trickster scoffed. "You're simply paranoid, like always, you bastard. My own flesh and blood would never do me harm!"

Rons'ta was quick to scowl. As it was a rare occasion, he allowed himself to slam a fist against the table and raise his voice at his compatriot. "You should have smothered it in its crib, you arrogant fool!" In he breathed. Out he exhaled. He raised his glass to his lips and looked away, muttering against the rim of the cup. "... You've birthed the end of all things, Nameless Ones help us all when he realizes his power.... Khaalida take pity on the fools to stand in his way..."

♧ Characters:

Here is your cast of characters, since there is a lot, I'll be supplying minimal information until their character intros. I'll be supplying the main ones, but gods are there many in this story.

Vires Ius: 'The Heroes'

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♧ Kalimali Sayegh

Male • He/Him • Pansexual • Demiromantic • Half Elf • The Exiled Magister

♧ Blythe Vidya

Transfem • She/Her • Pansexual • Demiromantic • Half-Minx • The Lady of The Voice

♧ Helene Laverna

Nonbinary • She/They • Asexual • Demiromantic • Human • The Runaway Priestess

♧ Raz Gacheru

Transmasc • He/They • Bisexual • Demiromantic • Half-Witch • The Ex-Assassin

♧ Robyn Trikfoot

Male • He/Him • Out of my house asking about a child's sexuality • Halfling • The Champion of Redemption

♧ Biscuits

He/Him • Weasel • ???? • The Mascot

The Misfits: 'The Troublemakers'

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♧ Vrykolas

Transmasc • He/Him • Demisexual • Demiromantic • Nephalem • The Trophy Son

♧ Diablos

Demiboy • He/They • Asexual • Aromantic • Arc'yni • The Scavenger

♧ Alacèto Qystione

Genderfluid • He/They • Pansexual • Aromantic • Half-Elf, Half Succubus • The Bard

♧ Eithirna

Female • She/Her • Demisexual • Aromantic • Witch • The Wolf Blood Witch

♧ Amidir Naberius Qystinoe Scathaghe

Agender • He/They • Demisexual • Demiromantic • Half Light Elf, Half Dark Elf • The Raven's Champion

The Shifty Bunch: 'The Riffraffs'

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♧ Chayliel

Agender • He/Him • Grey-Asexual • Demiromantic • Nephilim • The Rebellious Soldier

♧ Niky 'Noé' Orlan Von Brandt

Nonbinary • He/They • Grey-Asexual • Aromantic • Witch • The Horned Witch

♧ Caiomhe

Transmasc • He/They • Asexual • Demiromantic • Fairy-Human-Elf hybrid • The Reckless & Selfless

The Angels of Darkness: 'The Cult'

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♧ Damocles 'Dámianus' Aliah Teivel

Agender • He/They • Grey-Asexual • Aromantic • Great Old One • The Mad One of The Void

♧ Miriam 'Misam' Heyoka-Teivel

Nonbinary • They/She • All that matters is she is attracted to power • Witch • The Angel Of Darkness

♧ Gaylon 'Gazini' Mavolio

Agender • They/He • Asexual • Aromantic • Great Old One • The Thing That Shouldn't Be

♧ Karayan 'Ianira' Than Blackthorn

Genderfluid • They/He • Homosexual • Aromantic • Feytouched • The Dark Devourer

♧ Malachi 'Jinx' Puck Melodie

Genderfluid • She/They • Homosexual • Aromantic • Feytouched • The Laughing Mistress

Taglist:

If you would like to be added, feel free to leave it in the tags, drop a comment, send in an ask, or shoot me a dm!

#Wip intro #Wip introduction #writeblr #My writing #writers of tumblr #Writers on tumblr #Morri's Collection #Wip: TSOVI #TSOVI #Wip: The Legacy of Vires Ius #The Legacy of Vires Ius #Original works #Original setting #Fantasy #Heroes #Found family #Fantasy religions #Fishtank

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