#Seven Skies

[rathayibacter]

Seven Skies

Ahoy mateys! It's national talk like a pirate day, so i figured id finally get around to sharing some samples from my sky pirate backburner project, Seven Skies! Here's some tattoos (which are the source of your stats, and also let you roll twice when your actions resonate with the stories and legends tattooed across your body); some Officer roles (ie PC classes) and a sampling of their associated skills, and a glimpse at three of the seven Winds that guard the borders of the titular skies.

The Tattoos! Each Officer begins with a handful of tattoos, each providing a bonus to their related stat and giving an opportunity for rerolls when the Officer's actions echo those of their boisterous legacies! Officers will also get new tattoos as they survive more daring adventures and demonstrate the kind of pirate they are.

The Officers! PCs all play officers aboard a skyship, with differing roles both in combat and as part of the ship's social ecosystem. When a PC dies, their player can choose a crewmate to be promoted into their role, have the crew hire on a brand new face at the next Landing, or even convince a former rival to join up.

The Winds! Each of the seven Winds has five regions, each more dangerous and intense than the last. Here I've listed the three charted regions. You'll have to find a way to fly higher if you want to brave the uncharted.

(now dont get too excited, this is all a work in progress and I doubt this game'll be coming out any time soon. ive simply got too many other things im also excited to finish and share, and this one's still got a ways to go. thanks for reading my disclaimer! as a reward have a secret bonus Navigator skill)

[squirmydads-creations]

Youngest, "My players are going to be encountering some blights and people turning into trees. Do you have anything like that?" Me, "Is it a curse? Or something to do with the environment they're in?" Youngest, "Well I haven't really- " Me, "Never mind here's some blights."

I speed painted some blights last night, they look a bit like they're playing football and they're all saying I'm open! I'm open!

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Snippet from the @lokiusbang fic I am working on.

There was a blue and green jet ski at the end of the pier, bobbing gently on the waves. Mobius felt his nerves build, the knot in his stomach tightening. With each step forward, he was sure he was going to make a fool of himself and he questioned why he had agreed to this. He could have left her standing there waiting on someone who would never show, but he knew he wouldn’t have done that, and not just because she looked like Loki. Everything about this felt like a dream, except for the way the sun felt hot against his skin, beating down from above and casting short shadows underneath them. The sea salt hung in the air, the spray misting and coating his lips, making them feel dry. He took a swig from his bottle, quenching his thirst a little. 

Tags below the cut

Tagged by the lovely @elodiah @lokimobius @thosegayoldmen 💕💕💕

Passing the tag onto fellow writers and artists @artaxlivs @underthebluerain @cha-melodius @kcscribbler @insert-witty-user-name-here

@natendo-art @wolfpup026 @iwillbringyouruin @spacemonolith @in-my-loki-feels

@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @mirilyawrites @distracteddream @devilbearingtrouble

@boredintjqueen @starport-seven-five @dewdropreader @lgwilt @dreamycloud

Also tagging the artist I'm working with for this piece, but you’ll have to go in a separate line because Tumblr is being mean

@ghoulehhh

[in-my-loki-feels]

Nine Lines / Seven Sentence Sunday

I decided to combine these since the last nine sentences I wrote were too spoilery, but I wanted to share more than seven from somewhere else in the fic.

Thank you @elodiah, @lokimobius and @devilbearingtrouble for the Sunday tags! And @kcscribbler and @lokimobius for the Nine Lines tags!

Remember when I said I was putting Don in President Loki's horns? This is more of that.

CW suggestive/NSFW

Don raised his hands to take the horns off and ropes of green light snaked around his wrists, yanking them down.   "Loki..." “I was born to rule, you know,” Loki said in that lovely growl of his. He dropped his hands to Don’s thighs and slid them up teasingly slow. Don started caring less about taking the horns off and more about when Loki would put his hands where Don wanted them. “I could’ve been king of Asgard, king of Jotunheim.” Loki leaned in and nosed at a sensitive spot of Don’s neck. Don strained up into the touch, unable to do more with his hands stuck to the bed. Loki’s hands went back down the inside of his thighs, fingernails digging in as they trailed away from Don’s crotch; Don groaned in dismay. It was going to be one of those nights. 

I'm counting my thank yous as my tags, but here's a couple more (no pressure!): @thosegayoldmen @silentxsymphony @wolfpup026

[un-pearable]

all vyse’s from sonic universe #45

[legendarylily]

Shenanigans

[seven-skies-above]

struggling to get back into drawing things with funny tiny tablet so! oc art!

more scug art coming soon as i continue to procrastinate iterator designs

[devilsrains]

seven seas, seven skies (1977) illustrated by yasuko aoike

tyrian persimmon & luminous red benedict

[spockvarietyhour]

Bye, Seven!

[rathayibacter]

for the ttrpg design tarot ask game: the chariot 🏍️

[ask game here]

What is the next project you’re planning to start OR What is the next project you’re excited to finish?

so with Unskilled Labor out, im thinking about diving into another game ive spent ages tinkering with off and on: Seven Skies!

its a sky pirate ttrpg, loosely adapting a setting i ran a year-long campaign in back in college. its a world of city-states connected by aerial trade routes full of factions and monsters, with seven winds that each carry their own strange weather patterns. within living memory arcane researchers discovered that they could build ships around the still-beating hearts of strange sky beasts, and that those hearts would give them the power to fly. pcs are officers on a pirate ship, commanding and empowering a crowd of npc crewmates who get promoted to officer status when a pc gloriously dies. there'll also be a bunch of different ship options with a ton of customization, and mechanics for fights at various different scales happening all at once.

ive got a pretty clear idea of the mechanics and ive got sketches of what each individual part will look like, so the next step's gonna be fleshing out each of those sketches to make a rich bounty of options for players and gms alike. then figuring out art n layout n all that other stuff lmao

on top of all that, ive also been chipping away at the next KATABASIS update. ive got a lot of work done on the Highway Down, and its probably gonna come bundled with a revamp to how armor works and a glimpse at the Lighthouse in the Second Circle. dont know exactly when that'll be out though!

[adobongsiopao]

Watercolor paintings of "World Masterpiece Theater" shows in the 90s to 2007 by Tan Xiaoyong.

"My Daddy Long Legs" (1990)

"Trapp Family Story" (1991)

"Bushbaby" (1992)

"Little Women 2: Jo's Boys" (1993)

"Tico of the Seven Seas" (1994)

"Romeo's Blue Skies" (1995)

"Lassie" (1996)

"Remy, Nobody's Girl" (1996)

"Les Miserables: Shojo Cosette" (2007)

[in-my-loki-feels]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks @lokimobius and @elodiah for the tags!

A discussion about WIPs reminded me I still have this one lying around, waiting for me to figure out what the heck to do with it. This is President Loki x Don from the aptly titled "collar fic".

Don tilted Loki’s face up, his other hand resting on Loki’s shoulder with his thumb brushing the metal.  “You deserve something more elegant than this. A gold one, maybe. Something that’s as regal as you, that matches your horns.”  A confusing mix of outrage and gratification swept over Loki. He didn’t want a collar at all, but Don was correct that he deserved something more becoming than this scrap of metal. He watched a deep flush creep over Don’s face.  “What are you imagining now?” Loki asked, feeling on more even footing now that Don was flustered.  “Later,” Don mumbled. “Stand up.”

No pressure tags! @wolfpup026 @devilbearingtrouble @kcscribbler @thosegayoldmen @mirilyawrites

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[mayoiayasep]

did you know that popipa pipopa popipa no himitsu yume no chikara popipa pa pipopa koe o awase popipa de utao. by the way

[seven-skies-above]

figured i might as well draw a new ref for my iterator oc since artfight is coming soon! say hi to Skies :D

also realized that i haven't posted anything on this blog, so uh hi! this is @winteriine i just decided to finally use my rain world sideblog LMFAO

update: totally didnt forget to turn on the gradients layer before exporting this noooo

[devilsrains]

seven seas, seven skies (1977) illustrated by yasuko aoike