#I'll go back to writing ocs now

[abysskeeper]

So just...yeah...alright.

[deoidesign]

quick traditional piece for fun ^^

[memento-morri-writes]

whump wednesday - part iii

tw / tags: concussion, blood, bleeding out, loss of consciousness character: Rook (who else?) status: canon (took place several irl months ago as part of Rook’s first “Horrible, Very Bad, No-Good Weekend”.) wordcount: 525

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Another continuation from earlier. The party has now made it back to the Winters' manor. Having lost a lot of blood since being revived (on top of his concussion), Rook is in pretty bad shape. His mentor, Sigmar, is attempting to get him to the Winters' healers.

Rook’s eyes drifted closed, the oblivion of sleep calling to him. A sharp prod at his side dragged them reluctantly back open.  “Rook, you need to stay awake. Just a little bit longer, until a healer can have a look at you.” Sigmar’s voice was serious as he half-dragged, half-carried Rook down the hall of the Winters’ manor.  Rook groaned in response. He was exhausted, and every inch of his body ached. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and fall headlong into unconsciousness. Sigmar prodded him again. “Tell me what happened to you. How you ended up in this state.”

Rook thought hard for a moment. How had he ended up like this? He remembered Celestia, and healing the party, and then- Oh, right. He started to explain, his words running together as he spoke. “This werewolf guy showed up. Deadringer?” Sigmar’s body tensed but he said nothing. “And he wanted Warren. Warren and Cherry, I think.” He paused, trying to remember what had happened after that. “He… he wanted to hurt them. So I told him he’d have to go through me first. And he said ‘Deal.’ and threw me across the room. I… I think one of his werebeasts killed me.” He felt rather than saw Sigmar shake his head. “I should never have left you. If I’d known she’d bring Deadringer into this… I shouldn’t have let you go off to fight someone like him without me.” Once again, Rook was surprised at the weight of the emotion in his mentor’s voice. He wanted to say It’s not your fault. Or maybe, I would have done it anyway, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. So instead he just rested his head on Sigmar’s shoulder. The damp chill that had come over him on the way here was getting stronger and he leaned into Sigmar’s warmth. “‘S cold,” he mumbled. Sigmar picked up the pace a bit, a worried edge creeping into his voice. “Come on, come on. Just a little further.” Rook’s eyes were heavy, and his awareness of the world was fading. He heard a door open, was vaguely aware of a brightly lit, white-painted room, of being laid down on a bed. He could hear people talking urgently, unfamiliar voices joining Sigmar’s. His muddled mind only caught fragments of their words. “Concussion… Severe… Significant blood loss… Not enough… ”  Sigmar’s raised voice cut through the fog. “Help him, damn you!” It sounded very far away, as though coming from another room. Multiple sets of hands touched his skin, and the familiar warmth of healing magic (when had being healed become familiar again?, he wondered dimly) flooded his body. The cold, clammy feeling faded away. The constant pain he had stopped registering some time ago subsided, leaving blissful neutrality in its wake. His head cleared slightly too, blurred reality coming back into focus for a brief moment. Distant voices reached his ears, borne by that momentary clarity. “It’s safe for him to sleep now. He’ll be fine after some rest.” As if his body needed no further reassurance, Rook’s mind relaxed, and within seconds he sank into a deep sleep.

[vacantgodling]

not to be weird and sappy on main, but frfr i'm so glad i have found a community of people who think my work is good

[ceramicbeetle]

officially 10K into this fic and having a realization about where I'm at on characterization so far, so i'm wondering:

[thecityofdoors]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOLIDER!!!!!

[kitchensinksurrealism]

in another "it'll pass" era but it goes for literally everything these days

[keeps-ache]

standing here in my star-patterned bathrobe holding a stylus while inscribing something onto my computer. it's wizard time baby

[lcrk]

@proditeur answered a meme for me once that made me decide that Dorothea has to do a vampire thing at some point (i also am nothing if not a vampire girlie at heart) so!

Dorothea was in an independent, unauthorized/unofficial retelling of Dracula (think like Nosferatu for unauthorized/unofficial, where it's not 'officially' Dracula, and the names and a bunch of other things were changed, but the inspiration was clearly Dracula; unlike the original Nosferatu, though, this film did have enough licensing that they weren't sued over it). the concept was a modern retelling utilizing a lot of 'found footage' techniques, unsent voice memos/failed-to-upload video messages, 'news' clips etc, to adapt the letters/journals/articles style of the original book. Brent Bradley's [x] sister wrote and directed the film, and most of the cast and crew were friends of hers or friends of her well-connected family. (Brent had scheduling conflicts and wasn't in it himself.) Dorothea played the Mina Murray character, and at one point at a film festival described filming the movie as 'cathartic.' (years later, after the video of her and Jason leaked [x], the clip of her referring to filming this project as cathartic recirculated on the internet, with many fans now assuming she was referring to Jason. she was.) the film got a fair amount of critical acclaim, didn't do particularly well at the box office, but became a cult classic.

[lordsardine]

[mihai-florescu]

I do feel like an npc, not gonna lie. People asks what im up to and the answer is genuinely nothing, i was just in storage until i became relevant to your story again.

[umbracirrus]

Chapter 13 of The Perfect Storm is posted! A somewhat shorter chapter, but an important one!

Fic rating: E (for future sexual content)

Chapter description: When Elyse is informed of the contents of Ulfric's previous letter to Balgruuf, she has the arduous task of going through letters sent to herself to uncover any hidden motives.

Chapter excerpt:

“That… That’s weird, there is one letter here which isn’t from the Jarl of Windhelm. Perhaps it got mixed up in here by mistake,” she stated as she picked up one of the envelopes. Elyse dropped the paper in her hands, open to looking at anything which wasn’t an attempt to manipulate her into thinking that she needed to join Ulfric and share in his politics. Lydia had opened the envelope by the time that her attention was fully on her, and the first thing which she noticed was the housecarl’s face draining of colour.

“Who is it from? What does it-“

“Ulfric isn’t the only one trying to get you on their side,” she whispered, eyes flicking from side to side as she skimmed through its contents. “It’s from the Empire.” She turned the paper around, as the message spilled over the first side of the page. “But not from their General. It is signed by a ‘Legate Rikke’.”

[memento-morri-writes]

It's been well over a week now (maybe two??) but I'm still plugging away (ever-so-slowly) at this vignette about Zara and Rook. Zara's POV is a lot of fun to write, now that I have a better sense of her character. Writing this has really solidified in my mind the kind of person she is and how she acted when she was Rook's captain and mentor. She's very calm and collected in comparison to Rook, even when under a lot of stress.

Anyways, have a little snippet that I'm proud of from today, featuring the origins of the coin trick!

Pacing back and forth across her cabin floor, she rolled the coin back and forth over her knuckles again and again. The motion was easy, almost mindless, more muscle memory than real intent. The coin trick had been her favorite way to soothe her nerves for years now. She’d picked it up out of idle curiosity after watching a street performer dining in a tavern in Bon Largo, who had chatted with her for over an hour as she fretted about something mundane, never once dropping the coin from their fingers. The same performer had later tried to steal her coin purse and ended up with nothing but a new scar for their trouble, but Zara had learned two important things from the encounter: Not to trust a warm smile and a pretty face, and that keeping her hands moving kept her mind from dwelling too much on worrisome things.

one-time tagging @space-writes because they commented on my tags about Rook learning the coin trick from Zara in one of my other snippets from this piece.

[crest-of-gautier]

ohh when i finally look through my old clips from splatoon and have time to edit weapon splats compilation(s) + that salmon run death compilation i keep saying i’ll do it’ll be over for all of you...

[kellystar321]

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[ibijau]

learned today that in here, 2024 was the least sunny year in 30 years.

I feel like that explains a lot about me these past few months