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t-lane-writes · 3 months
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Badly Summarized WIP Game
A lot of people on my dash are playing this game, and I want to do it too, even though I wasn't tagged. :)
So...
Tagging: @echo-bleu, @hithelleth, because I think everyone else has done it already. ;)
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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Writing Bruce feels like herding a wild cat to a door with a broom but the door it's a metaphor of 'not being an asshole'.
Me, trying to write Bruce being emotionally open and mature: He would not fucking say that.
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bees-tes-blog · 3 months
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idk I think I would be more interested in tes lore if any of the unique stuff was actually incorporated in the games in any way
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hannah-heartstrings · 2 months
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Sweet Surprise
During a trip to Skingrad, Lecrinn and Garrus decide to surprise each other. Early in the timeline, though I'm not actually sure how canon it is.
The lost sweetroll prompt fic. I spent half a month writing this, finished it, and went "meh." By then I'd worked on it to the point of not being able to tell if it was good or not, and I still can't tell.
So I'll just release it into the wild and you can tell me. (I do know some things I do and don't like but I decided to keep them to the tags.) From October 2022 but I'm still accepting concrit on it.
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            Cradling two sweet rolls in one hand Lecrinn held them close as she pushed the heavy door with the other. She opened it just enough to slip out, leaving the chatter and warmth of the busy inn for the street outside. It was also busy and warm but more tolerably so.
            She squinted against the afternoon sun. Now that she had the sweet rolls it was time to find Garrus, after she dragged him all the way from Cheydinhal to Skingrad it was only right he get something out of it.
            The roads were narrow between the tall stone buildings that arched above them. She weaved through their hustle and bustle. The street widened out into a fork, forward continued to more buildings and to the left, a statue of a horseman. There gazing up at the statue she found Garrus.
            Catching her from the corner of his eye he turned and beamed at her.
            She couldn’t help but smile back.
            “I have a surprise for you,” he said as she walked up.
            “So do I!” She stopped, both their smiles falling at the sweet rolls in the other’s hands. Looking back up at the other’s face they gave laughing smiles.
            “I suppose we had the same idea,” he shifted.
            She shrugged. “It’s a good idea.” His smile looked forced, he seemed to feel awkward, she didn’t know why and it was making her feel awkward too. “Well… this one’s yours,” she held one out and they swapped, both laughing a little. She noticed he only held one. “Did you already eat yours?”
            “I uh,” he glanced down, “I don’t know how much money this trip will end up costing so I only bought one for you.”
            “Oh…” she looked to her second one.
            “You can keep it.”
            “Nah, lets split it later.”
            “No, you bought it for yourself, you can have it.”
            She walked passed him. “One and a half sweet rolls is still more than I planned on getting.”
            He tilted his head, he supposed that was true. Turning he saw her sitting on the round base of the statue. He looked startled. “Are you allowed to sit there?”
            “I don’t see anyone guarding it.” Pulling the pack off her shoulders and beside her she rifled through it.
            “What if you get in trouble?”
            “Then you can just arrest me.”
            He looked around before going over to sit beside her.
            Finding a small cloth she wrapped up one of the rolls and put it in her pack. She then turned all her attention to the one in her hand, closing her eyes as she took a bite, savoring its sweet spice.
            “Mmm!”
            She looked to Garrus who was looking at his sweet roll surprised.
            “They really are better in Skingrad.”
            “Salmo’s sweet rolls are famous for a reason.”
            “Perhaps we should get more of these before we leave.”
            Her smile widened. “Does Cheydinhal have its own desserts?” She took another bite.
            “There’s the thirty layer cake.”
            She had to quickly swallow the bite. “Thirty layers?”
            “They’re thin.”
            “Why would you ever need thirty layers?!”
            “No, they’re very thin, it isn’t much taller than a regular cake.”
            “Oh… I’m having a hard time picturing it,” she gave a smirk, “I think I’ll have to see it for myself.” The smile turned more genuine. “Is it good?” She took a smaller bite.
            “I haven’t got to try one, they’re expensive.”
            The smile fell. “Oh.”
            “I like the spiced root cake the Dunmer make, and there’s one made from something called marshmerrow, it’s a little too sweet for me but I think you’d like it.”
            “I’ll have to try them next time I’m in town.”
            “I’m also quite fond of the bread they make out of yams, though,” he lowered his voice, “I’ve been afraid to try it with scrib jelly.”
            “What’s that?”
            “…Maybe when you’re done with your sweet roll.”
            Her brows rose.
            As they continued eating she looked around, gaze catching on the red leaves of a nearby tree, its branches bobbing slightly.
            He stared out at the street. “I have been trying to learn more about Dunmer culture, and not judge things that are different too quickly.”
            She smirked to him. “Except for scrib jelly?”
            “Well some things are easier to respect from afar.”
            “Ah.”
            “It is admirable though, because not much grows in the ashlands they have to find food elsewhere and they managed to get multiple food types out of something others wouldn’t see as such, they’re survivors, no matter the situation you put them in.”
            She furrowed her brows. “I really don’t want to know what a scrib is, do I?”
            “No.” Tearing a piece off his sweet roll he rolled it between his fingers. “I hope that learning more about them will help me be a better guard to them, like you said, at the very least, perhaps I’ll be a better man.”
            Her smile lessened but turned more genuine. “You are a good guard.”
            “I hope so, protecting everyone is why I became a guard in the first place.” Eating the bite his eyes lit up. He turned to her. “Does the Merchant Inn still make those blackberry tarts?”
            “What?” She blinked, brain taking a second to keep up with the sudden topic change.
            “I use to get them sometimes when I was training in the Imperial City.”
            “Um…” she glanced off, thinking, before turning back to him. “I don’t know, I’ll check. If they do I’ll bring you some, unless they wouldn’t stay good… Maybe I’ll just have to bring you there,” she smirked.
            “Hopefully that can be soon,” he turned back to his sweet roll.
            She looked surprised. Did he mean he wanted the tarts soon or did he like her dragging him places? She looked away as she couldn’t contain the grin spreading across her face.
            Turning back to him she saw he was staring at his dessert, the same awkward look as when she gave it to him. Seemed whatever had been bothering him never really went away. “What’s wrong?”
            “I am grateful, truly, but since I wanted to surprise you didn’t know what I was doing and bought some too.”
            “So now we have three sweet rolls,” she was confused as to how this was a problem.
            “I just feel bad you had to pay for two.”
            “Oh…” she glanced off with a smirk, “don’t worry about that.”
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midnightfangz · 10 months
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You know. When i started playing skyrim, i expected to get stuff like exploring a vast open world for hours, long and useless fetch quests, a handful of funny glitches here and there, a decent storyline.....
In a way, i got all of that and yet. It gets boring pretty quickly and the worldbuilding is kinda lacking so i padded out the lore w my own headcanons and interpretations in the more important parts to entertain myself, but uh.
Is the intense and long lasting Cicero obsession supposed to be a part of the whole playing experience, too, or
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stars-of-kyber · 8 months
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After a strange hit on inspiration, I’d like to present to you my newest baby
Runaway
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Summary: The moment her wedding was decided upon, Kate Sharma knows she has no other option but planning her escape.
When her plan does not go as planned, fate throws a second son with quite an unusual family on her path who quickly become fundamental to see her escape plan through.
But, as new information come to light and Edwina’s future happiness is at risk, Kate will stop at nothing to save her sister from her own greedy grandparents. All the while trying to ignore the strange connection between her and the Viscount.
A slow-burnish runaway bride AU with a rather unusual fake dating situation (I promise, no love triangles and a happy ending all the way. Here’s Kathony from start to finish!).
My plan’s to finish writing it before starting to post, the same I did with Walking the Wire. The idea is around 8 to 10 chapters (but my ideas are all just that, we know we don’t take THAT much serious). I’m currently working on chapter 3.
Coming soon!
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oreegaanoo · 22 days
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Once again I am fueled by comments from my thesis supervisor and feel like I can actually do this thing hell YEAAAAHHHH
I CAN WRITE THIS THING!!! I CAN DO IT!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH
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nightlyteaandpaper · 10 months
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One thing I find funny about the narration of Avatar 2 is the idea that everyone just assumes that Quaritch cares about Spider. Yes, we, the audience, know he does, but everyone else in the story does not--even Quaritch didn't know he cared about Spider until the boat scene.
When Neytiri snatched Spider and held that knife to his throat, she was gambling, she won the gamble, but she was gambling that Spider meant ANYTHING to Quaritch. His being alive and well while in his clutches is insufficient evidence to support her thought process. What made Mrs. Sully think that Spider served any point to Quartich at all? What made Mrs. Sully believe that even if she turned that kid into sashimi right in front of Quartich, he would let her daughter go?
She gambled hard and won.
Anyway, go support my fanfiction:
The Battle Within Chapter 1: Miles, an avatar fanfic | FanFiction
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls, Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astarion/Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn & Original Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate) & Original Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: I don't know how to tag this, Parent Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Parent Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Dhampir Children, Family Feels, Vampires, Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls) in Faerûn (Baldur's Gate), Cottagecore, Original Character is Not Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Modern Girl in Tamriel, But It's Actually the LDB and Astarion's Daughter, Post-Game: Baldur's Gate 3, Post-Skyrim Main Quest Summary:
Ilmarien always knew her mother was odd. Where did Mama come from? Why didn't she know the things other people's mothers knew? Asking questions doesn't always get her answers, but that never stops Ilmarien from asking. But Ilmarien may learn more than she ever expected—or wanted to know—about her mother when she ends up in a land of snow and war. She knows nothing about Skyrim, and yet everywhere she goes, people seem to know about her mother.
What is the Last Dragonborn, and why do people keep calling her mother that? So many questions and not enough time—especially when it seems that even if she makes it home, time itself will stand in her way. How can Ilmarien reckon that in the six months since the Last Dragonborn vanished from Skyrim, Leara Ancunin has spent nearly fifty years being her mother?
In which the LDB and Astarion's daughter has a mishap and ends up in Skyrim. And she thought going away to university was scary.
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electoons · 2 months
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breaking my artistic dry spell by drawing my 6'5" orc and her 5'5" bosmer husband as every single tall goddess/short king meme that exists. unfortunately I can only think of 2
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t-lane-writes · 4 months
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2024
What do I expect of this year? What do I want to write?
For starters, I decided to give up on two WIPs that I will likely not write, at least not soon. The Ribbon was supposed to be a companion piece to Ananke (both could be around 40k stories, so together they'd make the length of a whole novel), but since Ananke has been shortened, The Ribbon is not necessary. And on its own it doesn't have enough pull for me to finish it.
Untitled Sentira project is... well, the name itself is enough to tell you my feelings about it. I still think the worldbuilding for this story, or rather the one that existed before, is spectacular. I'm not giving up on the Sentira world, but maybe I'll do something completely different with it? The novel idea, the characters I tried to design for it, the plot -- they just didn't really click, so. This particular story will not happen, at least not in the form of a novel.
Hmm... I should update my pinned post... Later.
Now, what will I write?
I'm changing the ending of Ananke. The second half, ten chapters, require a lot of changes and I want to do it, like, now. First half of January, then mabe final re-read right away, or maybe some pro editor? IDEK. Or a re-read in February. And then I want to send it to three sci-fi magazines and see if they bite.
I started to edit The Specters, but now that I'm back at work I don't think I'll be able to work on two things simultanously, so I'm putting it on the backburner until I'm done with Ananke, and then I'll probably continue second draft until the end of February.
I've been having feels about Crystal Spring Valley lately -- it means I miss Priya and Tenney and the gang. I might take March and April to look at this story and maybe get through that Turning Point finally. I don't hope to finish it, but, as usual, make as much progress as I can.
May could be a good moment to work on the spreadsheet and maybe even pre-draft of The Duke and the B Brothers -- so that I could tackle the first draft during NaNoWriMo. Ha! Yes.
Then I should return to Black Wings and its second draft for June and July (or perhaps even longer), and that would more-or-less conclude my current WIPs.
August, September and October would remain "to be decided". I also have Mars Idea in very early stages of development, so I might give it a month here or there. And then do some more work on either on the most advanced WIPs, meaning Crystal Spring, Specters or Black Wings.
November would be the first draft of The Duke, of course, and then December... Maybe rest after NaNo, lol, or finish The Duke, because 50k will likely not be enough.
So that's that. That's the plan. :)
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ehlnofay · 10 months
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A Study in Self-Immolation
In which an eager young student learns the arts of spellcraft and staying (and almost all of that is a lie.)
posted another longer-than-usual story! this is a project that has been on the backburner for a good long while; I'm glad to finally finish it up. this piece explores my character arabella's foray into academia and the reasons why it goes the way it does. should you feel so inclined, please check it out - I would be absolutely bloody delighted :)
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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months
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i just think applebees would be so slay and i totally won’t throw a hissy fit if it doesn’t win!!
understandable. see i even have two ideas for it.one is another prequel bc i love prequels and the other is a fic set in the universe from lances perspective. bc i love him
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iamthepulta · 2 months
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Realizing I never tell any of my IRL friends about Ellenville because Ellenville is my three favorite subjects smashed into one: toxicology, geology, and mining, and somehow Skyfarer and the Liztlie AU are more relatable, and I feel bad making everyone listen to me talk about Cornwall tin mining statistics, TB, and prions.
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jimmyspades · 3 months
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"Now kindly be out the door and take that wagon away from here. And godspeed to you." THE HOMESMAN (2014)
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icicleteeth · 6 months
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Every time a post either mentions TES 6 or makes me think about TES 6 I'm that spongebob meme of the guy with the spear, stopping myself from blackpilling all over again....
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