#co-op writing

[octtinkk]

Oh Casper, wretched soul.

The goat for pantheon au, Casper!

It’s much like Angie, some could say. Others could fight the opposite.

goats and sheep, oh, the devils and angels of the old faith. Sheep were from the beginning, pure and holy- blood of ichor, blood of soul.

Goats were temporary, created for him. Created as something to allow his reign as a god, but the question of if one is still a god if their only followers are their dolls grew ever louder. Until the screams of fate became their own. For what is the need for subjects to a fallen ruler.

Casper…when Casper died, the void did not meet it. The truth did. A large black cat, almost panther-like, greeted it, at his gates, but the meeting was too quick.

and yet years later when godly blood spills on ichor, Casper rose once more to defend its god, and yet it met and equal fighting with him, or perhaps an opposite.

[pikkish]

been playing a lot of co-op classic doom with a buddy lately. doodled a couple of co-op guys for fun.

[incomingalbatross]

hlrngh

[myriadlabrynth]

i'm late but i just saw this now. Different outfits and hearing that Seto is sleepy cause he stood up playing online games, that's somehow unexpected lolol

[boredzillenial]

Recent Drabble #1, enabled encouraged by @lunar-ghoulie and her incredible artwork

She’s been sent on a mission for Outcome-3, and her plan just isn’t working.

A.N: Ovulation is a crazy thing ain’t it 🤪

Themes: attempted seduction, momentary flashing

She picked her way carefully through the snow laden woods and whipping wind. Her ears strained for any noises besides the howling through the trees that’d indicate she wasn’t alone but to no avail. Eventually she finally found her target, a singular dark cabin, with a light smoke emanating from its chimney. He’s already here…

Her mission was simple, Outcome-3 had disobeyed orders and needed to be debriefed and eliminated. She didn’t ask the reason, truly it didn’t matter and she wouldn’t have been given one any way. She was given his weakness though, sex.

Her target had been known for sleeping with assets unnecessarily and being easily distracted with women, despite their training. Honestly she didn’t know how he hadn’t been weeded out of the program to begin with if he had a propensity for distraction. With the Intel that he’s been alone on this mountain for weeks, should be easy enough.

She cursed to herself silently as she approached. She had to adjust her strategy with him already here. He’d never be dumb enough to believe the old “civilian damsel in distress because she wandered too far in the woods” routine… but maybe, a sprinkle of honesty may do her mission good.

She took a deep breath as she reached the wooded edge and pulled out her knife. She muttered a silent prayer, pulled up the hem of her cotton underwear and cut each side, wiggling out of them while keeping her other layers on, step one done. She burried the scrap of fabric in the snow. Step two would not be as easy. She took a deep breath, relaxed herself, and cut swiftly into her thigh.

Careful to angle the blade to miss any major arteries but enough that she’d need stitching up.

“Please.” She huffed “I - I need -“ her knees buckled. His hand was lighting fast as he grabbed her arm, gun still steady on her in the other. “- help.” She controlled her breathing to come out more as a sigh.

“Get in.” He pulled her in, shoving her on the ragged couch next to the door and slamming it shut. “Who sent you.” He clipped as he bolted the door shut.

“Same as you - my mission -“ she lulled her head back a moment “another agent tried to -“ she slumped further feigning that her consciousness was slipping.

“None of that, wake up.” He tucked his gun into his waistband and patted the side of her face. She kept her gaze heavy and even crossed her eyes a bit before going completely limp. “Fuck.”

He acted quickly, attempting to assess the wound but the multiple layers of her pants and longjohns made it difficult “fuck it,” he grumbled, quickly undoing her pants and yanking them down. “Shit.”

It took everything in her not to smirk, take a good look.

Barely a second passed from his words before he pressed a blanket onto the wound to stop the bleeding. The sudden shock of pain caught her off guard and she jolted up with a groan.

“Goddamnit.” She ground out before flopping back onto the couch.

“Sit still.” He snapped.

She lay there, trying to look unfocused while she assessed his posture, body language, even where he was looking. Everything showing he was focused on the task at hand. Damn…

She groaned in exaggerated pain and spread a little wider. Just a glimmer of distraction, c’mon.

But despite her attempts, he remained focused, packed and bandaged the wound, and by the end of it had pulled her pants back up and peppered her with questions.

She recited her carefully prepared script, adding some stammering and pauses along the way. And by the end of it all it was the wee hours of the morning and he’d relaxed a bit.

“Satisfied enough for sleep?” She feigned weakly. “It’s freezing - and there’s only one bed.” She glanced over at the low fire. “We could… share warmth?”

His gaze flickered over her as he stood. He looked over to the bed, then back to her. Getting up stiffly and adjusting the sheet. “Fine.” He huffed.

She stood, pushing down the inner triumph she felt before he tossed a blanket and pillow in her direction. “You take the blanket and couch. G’night.” He laid across the bare fitted sheet and closed his eyes.

What the- okay well, HQ was wrong about how easy this should be… it’d take more than flashing him and playing weak to get his attention. And the blizzard showed no signs of letting up…

[queen-scribbles]

Potato Soup & Other Delicacies

First BG3 fic, let's gooo! \o/ ~1k, Tala and Gale talking about food, bc what better way to make friends? ---

"Turmeric? Really?!"

Tala laughed at the disbelieving tone. "That's what I said! But Lila was so insistent" --a small huff as she settled the lean-to frame together-- "I gave it a try, and damned if it wasn't delicious, even as the last thing you'd expect-"

"In a dessert," Gale finished with her, skepticism still plain on his face. He fussed with his own tent a moment longer. "I will admit, the thought wouldn't have occurred to me."

"Something about the way it interacts with the other flavors," she said, lashing the lean-to securely. The weather was pleasant; this would serve for tonight. "The earthiness enhances them, I suppose."

"No, I know how turmeric works," he said, settling his pack in his tent and kneeling to dig through the communal supplies for dinner ingredients. "I'd think it would be overpowering to everything else in a dish as small as a pie."

"I'm not saying chuck in a handful of it, Gale," Tala chuckled. She dipped her head toward the foodstuff he was gathering in silent inquiry if he wanted help, moved to do so when he nodded. "It's a tiny little pinch added to the filling before you even mix in the fruit."

"Next time I've the opportunity to make that particular pie, I'll give it a chance. Always good to be a bit adventurous, ey?"

"Almost always, at least." She glanced over at Wyll and Bottlen, still nursing some bruises from testing that adage earlier, then down at the growing pile of tubers between them. "What are we making for dinner?"

"Potato soup." Gale passed her a knife. "We have an abundance of the hearty fellows, and some are not much longer for the world. So rather than them go to waste, we have soup. Despite lacking some of the herbs I prefer to include, it will still be a filling--hopefully delicious--meal."

"I'm sure, all your cooking's been delicious so far." Tala hefted one of the larger potatoes, though in her hand it looked rather average. "Skin off or on after we wash them?"

"On, of course." He plunged several of the potatoes into the bucket of water someone had left while they were preoccupied discussing desserts. "Adds flavor."

"Oh, I'm of the same mind," she grinned following suit with the rest of the potatoes. "But I know some who peel them so it looks nicer, or they don't care for the texture. I didn't want to get halfway through cutting one up and find it should've been peeled first."

"A valid concern with all the cooking methods out there. Smart to check." Gale piled the clean potatoes on the rock between them. "D'you mind terribly if I work on the base while you cut these?" He swiveled one hand in a gesture at their companions. "We've a lot of mouths to feed, and some are less... patient about it than others."

Tala snickered. Is this where I make a joke about Halsin being a bear when he's hungry? "Not at all. Potato dicing happens to be my specialty."

That startled a laugh from Gale as he rummaged for other ingredients. "Do tell."

"Fastest and best at the orphanage," she said. She dragged over a smaller stewpot and set to work as she talked. "We took turn with the chores; rotating assignments by dormitories. Kitchen duty was always my favorite." Even if it had occasionally meant being pelted with eggshells or potato peels alongside muttered comments about her heritage. "The cook saw me watching him prep dinner and asked if I'd like to help so I could learn. No one else liked all the chopping so they let me have it whenever it was our turn there."

"And a chef was born?" Gale asked dryly, starting the base ingredients at a simmer.

"Hardly," Tala snorted. The potatoes were half-done, pile dwindling under her skilled hands even while she spoke. "I was in my teens before the cook took me as a more permanent helper, seeing as I enjoyed it so much, and even then... cooking for an orphanage and temple is usually simple fare that's easy to make in bulk. Potato soup, venison stew, roast boar on occasion. My travels haven't afforded much chance to learn fancier or more specialized dishes."

It was only sort-of untrue; the couple times she'd tried to get work at a tavern, they'd wanted her as muscle, not cook. She hadn't wanted to mire herself down for that.

Gale was watching her like he heard the part she hadn't explained. (Thanks to the tadpoles, maybe he had. She kept forgetting about the squirmy little buggers.) "Well, lucky for you," he began, giving the soup base a stir as the simmering picked up, "I happen to have a vast repertoire of recipes, and I'm more than happy to impart my wisdom to a willing mind."

"That part I knew," she teased. With the potatoes all cut, she hefted the stewpot. "And I would love to learn any you care to pass along." A pause. "Soon as we have a better selection of ingredients."

"Oh, pish." He stepped back to let her add the potatoes to the main pot. "There's at least four things I can show you with what we have."

"Alright, now I'm intrigued." She set the pot down and wiped her hand on her trousers. "Considering we didn't even have everything for the soup tonight."

"Adding a couple more herbs if I had my druthers is not to say our stocks are severely lacking," He waved away her droll words with a smile. "I'll show you tomorrow. Do you enjoy roast duck?"

"Who doesn't?" Tala rejoined, propping her chin on her palm to watch him with her job done.

"I knew there was a reason I got along with you." Gale's smile widened. "I'll show you how to prepare one that puts Audrine's to shame."

"Never eaten there, so I'll take your word both that it's an impressive feat and that you can do it."

"No?" He cocked his head. "But I thought you said you passed through..."

"Like most... upper-crust establishments, they weren't overly enthused about serving someone like me," she said with a shrug and sardonic--tusky--grin. "By which, of course, I mean a dusty, travel-stained cleric with more enthusiasm than coin."

Gale's brows twitched briefly toward furrowing before he--as she hoped--let it lie. "Well, you won't need to after I confer this knowledge upon you. For now, however, could you fetch some parsley, please?"

"Of course." Tala swiveled to root through pockets for the herb, tone completely innocent as she added, "Would you like some turmeric as well?"

"Very funny," he drawled. "And no, thank you. Just the parsley."

She handed it over and settled back in to resume watching. "What other sorts of things do you know how to make?"

Gale chuckled. "Do you want them alphabetically or categorized by course?"

Oh, that was promising. Tala grinned. "Surprise me."

[carnivoured]

Shadow Companion

616 words - big thanks to @hiltproboscis for helping me out

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The Drifter's doppelgänger just randomly showed up one day. His entire body became suddenly obscured in a shadow, and the darkness snaked down his figure and landed under him on the stone, black claws reaching out and pulling itself out of the ground.

Despite it having never done anything to harm him, the Drifter could never bring himself to share its gaze.

Its fur was so dark, so deep that it felt like staring into nothing. The creature's eye filled him with an unshakable dread; the bright pink diamond with a small, unrelenting pupil that seemed to track his every move, the same eye that haunted him in his sleep and hallucinations.

It terrified him, seeing the same face that would stare past his eyes as it killed him over and over. Every time he would catch a glimpse of that thing's face, he felt like he was brought back to his sore knees, coughing his lungs up into a puddle of red below him. Seeing its eye stare him down every time they finished fighting felt like the monster was right there, tendrils curling around his throat and squeezing until the warmth would shoot up and through his mouth.

Even though it shared the face of his tormentor, it seemed its only desire was to assist him. It remained consistently silent, almost like an empty shell manipulated by whatever force that seemed to have favored the blu. However, the way it cut down their adversaries and tapped him on the shoulder when it needed to have its wounds tended to make it seem very much alive.

It listened to most of the commands he would give to it. He got it to disappear into his shadow whenever the blu didn't seem to be in any danger, so he felt a lot more comfortable returning to the apartment knowing that it wasn't following behind him and creeping out his roommate.

The Drifter was startled to find it at the end of the narrow stone path, previously fading in and out of view as he walked closer to the edge. Beside it floated a giant pitch-black rhombus slightly illuminated by a dim red light.

His floating companion stayed before the path thickened and he looked back at it in confusion. The Drifter turned to face his doppelganger and tried to keep his eyes away from its face but found that his gaze locked onto it. Seeing the face of the monster that constantly attacked him through horrible nightmares and hallucinations began to drive him mad, and he could feel his gloved hand shaking at his side.

He continued to stare fixedly into its eye as his hand drew itself to his sword. Beads of sweat formed at the base of his neck, slowly running down as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword, drawing it from its scabbard.

What he didn't notice was that it was following his exact movements, the two pulling their swords back before driving it into the other.

He found out when he felt it drive right through the center of his torso, red quickly staining its blade and the fabric around it. The two hastily pulled their swords back out, both falling back and then feeling their wounds before collapsing on the ground beside each other.

When he woke up, face in soft grass, he pushed himself off the ground only to see it stained with his blood. His eyes and hands quickly landed on the hilt of his sword, noticing the blade was driven so far that the handle touched his stomach. The Drifter’s hands shook as he pulled it out, watching his liquid gore splattering on the grass.

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i haven’t written in a while so I apologize if we missed any mistakes or if it doesn’t make sense. i had a lot of fun with this one :)

[hard-times-paramore]

Assassin's Creed - Unity: Initiate OCs

Heyo everyone! You know how AC Unity has a co-op campaign where you can play with up to 3 other players? But lore-wise, none of those players are necessarily Arno, despite it being his same model, because the campaign happens parallel to the main story. They’re just called Initiates.

Well, I decided to make those up to four nameless Initiates into fully fledged OCs.

This drawing is already a couple weeks old. I've since tweaked their outfits and their heights. But not by much.

Under the cut, you can get to know my children. I will post their backstories separately as well later.

Étienne Castellane-Adrian - Noble

Clement Castellane-Adrian - Noble

Cristine Cabrol - Citizen (middle class)

Laurence Lamarche - Citizen (poor)

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Cristine and Clement are dating.

Clement and Étienne are brothers.

Étienne is gay, Laurence is bi.

Laurence has Eagle Vision and is biracial.

According to the game mechanics they all should have Eagle Vision. But I'm not going with those mechanics, (for realism, since EV is supposed to be rare,) so only Laurence has it.

They all got inducted at 18 years old. Étienne in 1787, Laurence and Clement in 1788, and Cristine in 1789, just a few months before Arno.

Étienne is the veteran of the team, and therefore the leader, due to having more experience, though his brother Clement competes for the title. Cristine is still a Novice (hasn't done her first Assassination yet).

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Étienne is gentle and introverted, quiet by nature. Best one at light step and strategy. Admires Clement for being able to lie so well, but still thinks himself the better leader. Wants to run for Master Assassin, by teaching Cristine and Laurence.

Clement is the best at listening, remembering and manipulation. He can be a little rash, but his impulsiveness makes up for Étienne's prudence, and together they balance it out quite well while on missions.

Cristine is the best at disguises, distractions and trespassing. Étienne taught her about noblewoman customs and etiquette, and sometimes she and Clement infiltrate balls and official buildings as a pair. Cristine distracts while Clement uncovers the secrets. This is how they developed feelings for each other.

Laurence is the odd one out of the group. He has Eagle Vision, which is the only thing that balances well with the rest of them. Is good at finding hidden routes for entering and exiting their assignments. Mostly follow orders, without much independent thinking. Étienne is trying to teach him to work better within the team.

[sforzesco]

I'm really curious about the process that goes on behind your art! Especially because you give so much importance to themes and it's like *chef's kiss*. It's always so well thought out and I find your references to all the snippets and readings really fascinating and very inspiring. How the heck do you organise your thoughts so well while reading ?

honestly organizing my thoughts. it takes. a while. to do it lmao

usually what happens is something like: I'll be reading a book on crassus, and the author refers to crassus as the leading domestic politician in rome while pompey was the leading military general. and this will set off bells in my head that go 'oh, roman household dynamics,' because the phrasing reminded me of a text describing the role of wives of roman politicians when their husbands were away (which I first came across in a text discussing octavia's role in her marriage with antony)

and while I'm doing all of this, I usually have a journal or sticky notes or literally any kind of scrap paper with me where I make short notes on what's interesting/what's connecting in my head/what would make an interesting subject to draw, no matter how unrelated it is, and then I'll look over everything once I've exhausted the train of thought like. man! this is borderline incomprehensible! let's make a comic about it.

then when I've done all that, I'll spend two or three days cutting down all the excess material and attempting to figure out the most direct way to convey what's going on in a scene so that someone unfamiliar with any of it might be able to follow along on vibes alone. sometimes it takes a week. sometimes I get stuck on something and I have to make a note to revisit it in a few months!

[banitai]

t&b s2 so bad i made an entire doc about what plot points i’d rather have integrated into it

[lemurzsquad]

Hey hey!! Looking for Wuthering Waves friends, or perhaps to help anyone out with their co-op quests! I usually play around 10pm-1am EST on the American server, so feel free to add me and co-op if you ever see me online! I'm also currently SOL3 Phase Rank 7

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I'd love to meet new people!

[salsflore]

everyday i wake up and think about fucking killing that old man

[pikkish]

breaking news: surprising absolutely no one, pik has fallen in love with the fast paced fps game where the big, silent badass of a main character's sole goal is to protect the small, squishy innocents.

[friendshipgun]

doughboy

thinking about how incredible this ask is out of context lmao anyway, this is the sole Evil West WIP i have, and i think it might be one of only two Evil West fics written total? at least it was the last time i checked the tag on ao3. title's for the monster-of-the-week i created for the fic, which was actually kind of a feat, bc Evil West is so enthusiastically gross (which is one of the things that's great about it, honestly) i really felt i needed to work at it to make a critter that was gross enough.

anyway it's eventual Jesse/Edgar bc you can't look at a game with a "what, you gonna kiss me? just kidding hahah. unless......." scene and not write it, lbr. think i must have started writing it right after we beat the game last, uhh, March? gotta finish the dang thing so there can be two whole Evil West fics up on ao3.

dumped all of what i have written here for now tho!

[alpineshift]

You and Nico Hischier have to debate a topic of your choice. How does it go? ❤

OH NO. I only have two modes of debate one which is "yeah sure whatever anything you say I'm not fussed" and the other is "I will die twice on this hill" and I'm not sure which one I want to be in versus Nico??

Thing is IDK if I want to debate Nico. I am too fond of him and like Jack I am not immune to those big brown sad eyes.

If I had to it would probably be over something utterly asinine like "reverse parking is better than front-facing parking" or "tea vs. coffee" and it's just not deep enough for me to really make a fight out of it. Also I think part of me mixes up the concept of a debate for a verbal fight LOL I've had situations at work where I've left what I thought was a heated debate and my manager tells me "actually I think you were fighting them" lmao.

If we debate over reverse parking, I will die on the hill that reverse parking is better. It just is. I assume Nico is a good driver and his fancy Mercedes has a rear cam so I will double down on that. If we debate over tea vs. coffee (I drink tea) I don't think I have the chops to beat a European in their love for caffeine. I cry when I debate sometimes too so maybe I'll accidentally traumatize him. sorry, Nico!

[boredzillenial]

Recent Drabble #2, enabled encouraged by @lunar-ghoulie4art and her incredible art

You get high with Cecil Dennis & Dieter Bravo and they have… other things on their mind 😳

A.N: grammar ain’t my strong suit atm this is fully fulled by raging hormones. Bit of a tease tbh 😉

Themes: NSFW, suggestive, drug use (with these two ya can’t avoid it)

“No way.” You laugh “You two - in a three way?” You question while taking the blunt from Cecil’s outstretched hand. You pull a long drag, enjoying the relaxing burn for a moment before exhaling.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Dieter shrugs, all smiles stretched out on the couch next to you. “She was fun.”

“And you two didn’t.” You waggle your brows and cross your fingers like swords before bursting into laughter.

Cecil rolls his eyes with a lazy smile as he plucks his gift back from your hand “When you’re that high, bodies are just bodies.” He take his own long drag, his half-lidded gaze raking over you stretching opposite to Dieter. How your legs intertwined…

“Have you ever fucked high before?” Dieter asks, brows raised in curiosity while his hand slowly runs up and down your calf. “Or had a threesome?”

“No to both.” You sigh “I fucked drunk once but, never again.” You shudder at the memory, all fumbling hands and nausea.

“Would you ever -“ Cecil’s voice trails off, when your eyes lock his look is no longer playful, there’s a hunger there.

“I don’t see why not.” You shrug. Dieter sits up slowly in response, hand running higher up your bare leg. “Oh you mean, like right now?” You gulp, the lump in your throat refusing to go down.

“No time like the present.” Dieters voice huffs as his hand trails higher, toying with the hem of your shorts. His gaze meets yours and the little smile playing at his lips daring you to say yes.

“Yeah I - I guess so.” Your voice waivers. Cecil steps closer, taking your chin in his hand to lift your gaze to his. “Go easy.” You murmur.

“ ‘course.” He murmurs, half lidded gaze locked on your lips until they met yours in slow, deep exploration.

The mixture of the taste of him, his touch, it’s nearly overwhelming. You’re completely focused on Cecil’s wonderfully soft lips until a new sensation causes you to groan. Dieter, kissing in a similarly deep, passionate way to another part of you…

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