#Wip Game

[hayesflint]

Oooooh! I wanna know more about light in the dark 👀

ooooo its actually a really old sketch based of this fic by @ayaitch that i did well over a year ago that im finally painting hehe

[obsidianjewel]

thank you for the tag anne!! <3 ahh your wips are so good!! can't wait to read the chapters <33

tagging: @useyernamesteven , @blackroseraven2023 , @psycho2-0 , @courtney-deserved-better , @honeyscovet , @oceanstide and anyone else who wants to join!!

we built our own home (timberkonbart fic). this is a oneshot, and it's actually a part of a series called 'the five of us'. The first three oneshots are on my ao3 account already. the main work for the series hasn't been posted yet (read: I unfortunately haven't started on it)

Mercurial Enamor (a LeoVil oneshot); two characters from the game Twisted Wonderland. I've been thinking about making this into a series, but I don't know yet.

promise (a JerLan short story) this is about a non-canonical ship from the book series Legacy of Gods by Rina Kent. This is from the 3rd chapter. Also, the titles to the chapters are Corpse Bride quotes

God of Madness (another JerLan fic), but the Jeremy x Landon ship is like secondary to the story, I'm focusing on platonic relationships in here. I'm not sure how long this fic is gonna be. This is the first few paragraphs from the extended summary.

silly wip tag game!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

show us a paragraph, line or dialogue out of context from your current wip[s]. if you aren't a writer, feel free to share one from the last fic you read! ♡

these are from three different wips, the last one is something i wrote in december 2024 (those who remember me talking about nanami and a desi reader...yea), and the second one is something my aashi (@fushitoru) has been asking for since the beginning of time [hint: salaryman choso]

— npt: @gojocon @norikuna @sonnytoru @starmapz @aishi-toru @baepsays @gojosoups @indiewritesxoxo @madamechrissy + anyone else

[ofcrowsanddragons]

I want to hear about the Lucavrin drinking scene 👀👀

I WROTE THE BRONCO story! The rest of this fic is going places. SOON. Warning for animal death. Rook is out with Neve (Neverook) when the drinking scene takes place.

Lucanis took a longer sip from the mug, closing his eyes with a sigh. Davrin watched him from the armchair in the corner, lounging with his legs stretched toward the table and his arms resting lazily against the sides of the chair.

“Well, now you have to tell me,” Davrin teased, letting his head fall back against the mosaic, his eyes half-closed.

“That bronco…” Lucanis groaned, lowering his cup so that both arms were crossed in front of his chest. “All right, so you’ve heard Harding’s commentary on how much assassins are paid, yes?”

Davrin hummed. “’Lots,’” he quoted, keeping a straight face.

The assassin cast him a dark look, but Davrin just smiled at him like a cat, all playful innocence.

“Half of our contracts,” said Lucanis, and he paused, looking for words. He looked like he was trying not to ruin the warm mood, and Davrin waited him out. “Most of them, really, are games of one-upmanship among the merchant princes and foreign nobility.”

“So how does a horse factor into that?” asked Davrin, keeping his tone light. “It was a horse, right?”

“You would think!” said Lucanis, his voice lighting up with exasperation as he tipped his cup toward Davrin. “So here I am at the estate of a horse breeder in Southern Antiva who’s pushed some other merchant far enough that they’ve hired a Crow to teach him a lesson. It’s after dinner, so most of the ranch hands are indoors and drinking. And me? I’m much too pleased with myself because, let me tell you, the oxtail stew at the place I was staying, with one of the local red wines?”

“To die for?” asked Davrin.

“You understand. I skirt around the outside of the villa,” he said, “And I make my way toward the pasture where I’ve been told that the prince’s prized breeding stallion is kept. It’s a warm enough time of year, but that should have been a warning sign, you know?”

“Ha,” said Davrin, “Not like a prince to let his favourite animal roam outside of a paddock. At night.”

“And the dehesa, the pasture with the trees, it was communal property,” Lucanis said, pressing a hand to his forehead and running it down his face. “Everyone let their animals graze there.”

Davrin chuckled. “But even someone trying to keep a wild horse would keep the stud in a separate pasture.”

“I didn’t know anything about horses!” said Lucanis with a laugh, setting both forearms on the armrest and leaning forward. “I thought all I needed to do was track the damn bronco and—” he interrupted himself and sighed.

“I’m not that fragile,” said Davrin. He picked up his cup and took a sip of the wine. It was some Tevinter white that he’d picked up in Docktown the last time they’d been through, but Lucanis hadn’t complained about it, and this wasn't the first bottle of it. “So you’re a hotshot baby assassin loaded up with good food and wine, and you’re planning to kill a horse.”

Lucanis leaned forward out of his seat, and through the warm haze of the alcohol and conversation, Davrin let himself admire the liquid grace of the other man. Lucanis came to his feet in an effortless motion and stalked over to the wine bottle on Davrin’s side of the table. He swayed, just a little, as he entered Davrin’s space, leaning toward the hunter like there was a magnetic field that he had to pull away from.

Well. That was interesting.

“It was not just a horse,” Lucanis grumbled, pouring himself a serving of the wine and meeting Davrin’s eyes with too-deliberate calm. “Do you want a top up?” he asked, hefting the bottle.

Davrin let his head tilt to the side as he studied Lucanis standing above him. He held up the cup so Lucanis could pour. “Sure.”

The assassin didn't meet his eyes as he emptied the bottle into Davrin’s cup, and he watched the stream of wine with more focus and care than the task called for. Davrin had to hide a smile at that.

“It was perfect, Davrin,” he complained as he set down the bottle, pulling back and leaning against the mosaic, just out of Davrin’s reach. “I was downwind, nobody had spotted me, and I had a crossbow bolt loaded with enough poison to painlessly kill a horse.”

Davrin leaned forward. “Did you miss?”

Lucanis scoffed. “I did not miss. The bolt hit the horse dead on.”

“So what happened?”

“It exploded,” said Lucanis, “And then I had a skeletal nightmare horse with a flaming head standing directly in front of me, staring into my soul.”

“Yeah,” said Davrin, looking the man directly in the eye as he brought the cup to his lips. “That happens.”

“I was seventeen and had never seen livestock explode into a demon,” said Lucanis dryly. “If it had been a fight, it wouldn't have been nearly as memorable. That demon turned tail and ran like the wind.”

“What?” said Davrin, with a laugh. “I have never seen that happen. It's always a rage demon or something. Tries to smash you flat on the spot.”

“Well this one ran,” said Lucanis, his eyes sparkling as he leaned back so that both shoulders touched the tiles on the wall. He crossed one leg over the other, both arms still crossed. “I had to track that demon through the foothills for weeks.”

Davrin snorted. “You were a big, scary Crow even then, huh?”

“I was a scrawny youth who had barely learned to hold a sword at the right end,” Lucanis corrected, “And I was wearing new boots.”

“Ouch.”

Lucanis give him a small smile and let his eyes dart back to the coffee cup, like he was pleased his story had hit with the right impact. The man swirled the wine in the cup.

[shattered-eagle]

love being julia's wife who is merciful and empathetic but so devoted in her love to julia that she commits atrocities for her, feeling torn but unable to stop ♡

I'm glad you've enjoyed it! The potential conflicts between the MC's morals and motives (one way I like to phrase it is the personal versus the political) is one of my favorite parts of writing Shattered Eagle, the Julia relationship being just one form of it that can occur in the text.

[mercars-musings]

WIP Folder Ask Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. People can send an ask or comment about the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it! Aaaa tysm for the taggies @thedissonantverses <3 I actually got some of my WIPs names sorted out recently hehe:

DA WIP Folder:

Coming Home Breakdown: The Saga Emmrich FP Hissera Origins Hair Dye Babyyyyy Breaking In

No pressure taggies! : @sunny374940 @andthekitchensinkao3 @ofcrowsanddragons @taashyvashedan @sorrowsfallallaround @rookgallustroublesomehousehimbo

[penny00dreadful]

WIP Weekend!

Okay so I have been in a writing slump for a few months now and I want to change that!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! (No limit on number of emojis you can send)

One of these emojis is for my Devotion comic. If you send me that one, I'll answer with a little sneak peek in image form 🥰 Two of these are secret fics, if you send me an emoji for that one I'll write 3 for it, and 3 for something to share!

Tagged throughout the last few months by SO MANY PEOPLE so I'm gonna tag you all back but tagged most recently and most often by @hbyrde36 🥰

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Snippet from Chapter 2 of Through The Valley:

Even then, the cracks spreading out like a spiderweb, the vines bursting up through the ground, the demogorgons, the Ghouls mostly deterred anyone looking to break back in.

He could still remember bouncing around in the back of Nancy’s station wagon as she weaved her way at top speed out of Hawkins, black spots in his vision the pain almost unbearable, but not unbearable enough to drown out the sounds of the rest of the town trying to run.

The screaming, the screeching of tires, the crunching of metal as people veered off the road at speed, the sirens, the complete and utter confusion.

It had definitely sounded like an apocalypse.

And it had gotten quiet since.

No pressure tags: @pearynice, @sidekick-hero, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @augustjustice. @fuctacles, @griefabyss69, @spectrum-spectre, @klausinamarink, @shares-a-vest, @artaxlivs, @starryeyedjanai

[jedi-nurse]

Hello!

I haven’t seen

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home

For the WIP Ask Game yet! Will you tell me about that one please? 😁

Hehehehehe first off yes the title is from the Hannah Montana song.

So this is essentially a fic about Ezra somehow getting back to Lothal via the WBW. He gets back right as Ahsoka is arriving on Lothal with the map. There is a nice scene I have written where Sabine just yells at Ahsoka for abandoning her and Ezra has to pull her away.

BUT here is my personal favorite scene

Sighing, she turned around just in time to see her loth-cat knock another cup to the floor, shattering in the process. “Dank ferrick Murley, would you please stop? My cup budget isn’t unlimited, you little shit”. He just looked at her before hopping down to go lay down somewhere. The shattering of the cup took her attention away from the proximity alert that sounded from one of the terminals in the old comm tower.  As she was sweeping up the broken mug she heard a knock on the door, which was extremely odd considering she didn’t hear the usual alarm. She figured it was one of the new government interns Ryder sent out to check on her.  “You can tell Governor Azadi that he can shove it. I told him to stop wasting everyone’s time” she yelled through the door as she keyed it open. What she wasn’t expecting to see on her doorstep was Ezra Bridger. She stared in stunned silence at the man standing before her. He was unmistakably Ezra, his blue eyes sparkling at her. “Hey Sabine, long time no see” he joked, hoping she would laugh. Instead she punched him right in the nose and shut the door. Honestly, that was kind of the reaction he had expected. What he hadn’t expected was her long colorful hair and clothes that looked suspiciously like something he would wear. Of course she was just as, if not more, beautiful as the day he last saw her.

[vesearlee]

thank you for the tag, babe! now that line leaves a lot to the imagination... do I sense pain? 👀

“Only one person—she may be a brat, but she’s my world and I wouldn’t have it any other way. So don’t you worry, cutie.”

@obligatedart is the source of this certain line... 🤭 I cannot wait to finish this one. I honestly don't have any clue who to tag, so I will go with open tag — whoever wants to share, go ahead! 🥹🩷

writing meme: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

Thank you for the tag @hederasgarden 💞

Here are my latest lines from The Middle of Nowhere Part 5:

But for the first time, Bradley looks back up at the tree. From this distance, it is now painfully clear that the body tucked into the orange jacket high above him is not yours. “No…”

NP Tags: @green-socks, @blue-aconite, @mayhem24-7forever, @ohtobeleah, @writercole, @navybrat817, @roosterforme, @sunlightmurdock, @clairewritesandrambles, and anyone else who wants to share!

[emry-stars-art]

Coffee shop au please!

Another one I keep saying I’ll finish :,) Andrew’s been staring at the pretty boy waiting for him to order for approximately ever

[hayesflint]

Carry for the WIP game ❤️

painting a sketch!! i love me some sneaky fulcrum smooches

i was using this piece as demonstration in my little lessons i have with sol, so it now counts as an educational work hehehehe

[ash-and-starlight]

let’s go divorce speedrun babey 😇🫡

pov you’re aunt wu 😌

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Pieces Of The People We Love: Part 4

Tags for @huntressdarkness and @the-little-moment (does this count as fulfilling the First Line tag game? First line written for this fic in 2025!)

I finally cracked the dead end I had written myself into and churned out 3000 words for Part 4 today, so I've definitely spent more than 30 minutes on this! Sneak peeks below :)

Blaster-bolts zinged past, close enough for the heat to scorch through the gaps in his wrong-size armour. Crosshair flattened himself into the recessed doorway and hammered on it without looking, attention still trained on the battlefield.

When he heard the hiss of the seal release he slipped inside the bunker, firing until the last second when the door slid shut once more.

Shuttered inside the sudden gloom, he reached up and pulled his helmet off, the chem-electric taste of air in the bunker filling his mouth as he caught his breath. Then he turned to glare at the trooper who had let him in.

"I didn't think, with your brains, you'd let yourself get left behind by the retreat and cut off."

He injected enough acid into his voice to mask the concern that might otherwise bleed through. Tech spared him a brief glance before returning to his datapad, frowning at the readout there.

"Crosshair. You made it at last."

Sagging against the wall, Crosshair summoned a scowl. "You don't seem surprised."

Tech’s eyebrows rose without looking up. "Should I be?” he queried mildly, still distracted. “Whilst it is unexpected to find we are part of the same engagement, the precision with which the droids threatening my position were taken out could only be attributed to a skilled sniper…” He paused, and finally looked up properly, fixing Crosshair with a level look. “…And only you would have such vested interest in my survival."

Though he gave a derisive snort, Crosshair grinned, relief too palpable to be hidden. "Yeah, well, I'm happy to see you too."

Tech paused, raising the visor on his modified helmet so he could meet Crosshair's gaze directly.

"It is good to see you, Crosshair. I am glad you are here."

WIP Poll Game

RULES: Make a 24 hr poll with titles of every WIP you plan to work on (even if it's one or two) . Once the poll closes spend 10 mins for each vote you received on each of your WIPs!

Tagged by @huntressdarkness and @theproblemwithstardust - I don't have many WIPs at the moment (just enough to haunt my every waking moment as I neglect them...) but here they are ^^;

*EDIT* just to make this fun, if you reblog or comment telling me what you voted for, I will post WIP snippets and tag you in them! ^_^

Links below:- Savage Hunter series Pieces Of The People We Love Beach Days series

Tags if you want to play for @indigofyrebird @leapingbadger @the-little-moment @violet-tinted-world @royallykt @lifblogs :)

[ofcrowsanddragons]

Hi! For the WIP game, Crow Killer?

Assassin vs. Assassin Veilguard AU (Lucanis/Rook)

See the rest of my WIPs here

Some time after Varric recruits Rook, the Crow gets a letter from their Talon ordering them to meet a Crow contact in a creepy little town in the Free Marches. Everything about this place is disconcerting, from the ever-present fog to the uncanny tingling in the air.

"I wasn't sure I'd find you alive," says Rook, teasing, as they walk to the other assassin's table in the tavern. "Rumour has it that you have the contract on the Crow Killer."

Rook places a bottle of wine on the table along with two goblets, and passes the bottle to the other assassin.

A smirk pulls up the side of their contact's mouth, something too cruel to be called a smile. His brown eyes are cold and assessing. "He's just a man," says the Crow. "We all bleed the same, when it comes down to it."

"Sure," says Rook, "But he's bled almost three full Houses dry as the First Talon tries to stamp out the last of the Dellamortes."

The other assassin subtly smells the goblet and then shakes his head. "My information holds that Lucanis is the only Dellamorte left alive. The Venatori took out Illario during that mess with the Ossuary a few months ago. And here I am, one more Crow on his trail... are you here to take over my contract once the Crow Killer takes me out?"

"Ehhh," says Rook with a vague gesture of their hand. "If you're worried about your sister, I'm sad to say it'll still likely go to her. I've got a different execution hanging over my head."

The man leans forward, interested now. "Then the rumours that you're hunting the Dread Wolf are correct."

"Unfortunately," says Rook, rueful. "By the end of this, either Bolivar will be able to advertise our house as having killed a god, or it won't be my problem anymore."

"Hm," he says, and picks up the bottle to pour. "Then two doomed Crows may as well enjoy a glass of wine together at the end of the world."

Rook laughs, delighted. "Oh, that was a good line, Ser Crow. Is there somewhere you were hoping that the evening might end?"

The man is actually blushing as he hands Rook their own goblet, but his faint smile is a little more real now. "Maybe I just plan to enjoy the good company... Rook." He takes a sip from his own cup. "Sometimes, it's enough to spite the doom hanging over our heads, even if it's only by spilling a little less blood than one might expect."

Above them, in one of the rooms of the inn, the headless body of Rook's contact lay strewn across the floor.

[thebarontheabyss]

A taste of what's to come; An echo in eternity's hum, For your bar, at the edge of space and time. Will you weave a haven, a spectral sum, Or in the Abyss's embrace, become undone?

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I spent the last week documenting all my plans for the game: character arcs, choices, plot points, and all lore and history. It had to be done at this point lol.

During this process, I realized that the number of chapters I initially planned needed to be expanded.

So, I'm happy to announce that the final game will now include a total of 12 chapters, including both a Prologue and an Epilogue. :D

And just for fun, I also updated the planned chapters' art.

That's it for now. See you soon at the Abyss!

[shattered-eagle]

2/2 Update

I’ve had a number of people ask me about a “cheat mode” for Shattered Eagle in the past, considering that it does contain a fair few stat checks and challenges throughout the story. I’ve given it some thought and decided against it.

However, I have implemented difficulty modes! Please clear your browser caches as that is an issue when I update startup.txt.

Classic is my authorial intent, which contains the same skill progression, stat checks and achievements that you’ve all seen thus far.

Mythic is a new streamlined difficulty, where all of your skills (Rhetoric/Warfare/Subterfuge/Economics/Scholarship) will be set at their maximum values of 10. However, all other stat and dialogue related challenges remain in place. Additionally, you will not be able to gain achievements.

Please let me know any technical issues or feedback that you have!