#the losing game

[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

This is the beginning of the book/The Losing Game Dorian. Everything in his design is meant to emphasize his youth—I actually used fashion plates from the Met of victorian boys clothing as reference for his outfit here.

Dorian, unlike Basil, effortlessly sticks out and doesn’t mind it. Regardless of if he wears what everyone else does or if he chooses to experiment, he is simply eye-catching. I hinted at this with the simple splash of blue on his bowtie, which also adds to his more childish nature.

I’ve said it before, but I do not blame Dorian at the beginning of the book for any of the shit that happened to him. He was a mentally still a teenager and was taken advantage of. I’m going with ‘Henry does a dumb thing because being a toxic ex was on his 1890 bingo card’ version of events for my modern reimaging au. My version of Henry knowingly used Dorian to get back at Basil. In particular, he fully lead Dorian on—having had no interest in him outside of fucking with Basil which just messed up Dorian even more. He was absolutely devasted once he discovered that.

In lighter news, TLG Dorian avoided corruption from Henry because he has somewhat of an attention deficit and when Henry was talking about youth and stuff, he was hyper focused on the bumblebee in the garden. This resulted in him catching like 15% of what Henry said and assuming Henry was saying art lasts forever and therefore he (Dorian) should be a composer. Henry was too stunned to speak. Dorian took that as confirmation he was right XD

[doverstar]

took the holiday season off from updating fics but now I'm trying to get back into it (writing is 80% emotion for me and when I'm emotionally low-energy, so is my motivation to write). so here comes some updates to my multichapter ferris wheel-

[mslanna]

find the word tag

I was tagged by @elizmanderson my words are head, heart, hand, and health snippets are from my WIP The Losing Game

head

"I'll hire you any day." I smile into the crook of their neck. "Painting and pleasure. A winning combination if you ask me."' "I do not." They drop a kiss on my head.

heart

And while my hands scrabble on the smooth surface of his armour for a grip, my heart sings for the man under it. I am home.

hand

I run a hand over his forehead and the damp skin of his head. I pry open his lids and see nothing in his black eyes. Nakul is burning away in an attempt to live.

health

"It seems a common thing among healers, that they don't care for their own health as they do for that of others."

Choosing the words stone, beat, gold and fire for @erinfulmerwrites, @zillanovikov and @greaseonmymouth in case they feel like it 😊

[doriansdismay]

That one part of chapter 12 (11 now ig) of TLG:

[mslanna]

it Yles

they'll have such a great time (while it lasts) with their partners quality time, food, casual huggles and all

I'd be envious, but I know how it ends 😅

I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.

I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.

[missroserose]

Currently taking odds on this guy showing up as Sam Reich’s evil twin in the next season of Game Changer

[to00fu]

modern/college au with sukugo :3

[zillychu]

hey google what's masochism. hey google am I a masochist. hey google,

(bonus under the cut)

[blueskittlesart]

i hope everyone in nintendo’s management department dies and goes to hell no matter what and i’m not kidding

[ascensabyss]

[jasminebythebay]

hehe i love sonic's olympic outfits

[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

The Losing Game

Read Chapter twelve here.

[doverstar]

Are you still working on your Savitar/Caitlin Fanfiction, The Losing Game?

Sometimes I am! It's very sporadic. That fic is a sequel to my 2017 fic Chasing the Light, and my inspiration to continue writing The Losing Game is flighty and overall weak. I'm sorry! I may take it down in the coming year - not because I hate it or anything, but I do hate to leave unfinished works sitting there. Mocking me. Booing and hissing. ^^' Its pre-write is finished. The actual writing of the actual fanfic, the nerve to complete the sequel itself, eludes me for now. Thank you for caring!

[mslanna]

thanks for the tag, @elizmanderson t

his is from my current WIP, an autistic, queer, poly retelling of Dragon Age 2, currently titled The Losing Game

rules : share an snippet or line from your recent work and tag 7 people!

I sit up and huddle around the blanket. "I – we need to talk about talking, Vivek." My words are heavy because they carry the possible loss of my newfound love. "I love you. Very much. But I cannot read your mind. So I think, you want something, you will tell me because you know I love you very much and will do my best to help you.

They don't reply so I plunge on. "If you want to move in, I'd be happy. There's this big room on the first floor with the huge balcony which would make a great studio. But if you just want to put a studio there and not move in that's also fine. And if you don't want to move in at all, that is also fine. And if you want to stop working, I'll be happy to be," I search for the right word, "one of those people that give artists money so they can just make art."

"Patron," Vivek helps me out

taggin, in case they wanna play. @ap-trash-compactor, @erinfulmerwrites @skyekilaen, @kilgourtrout, @keiralekseii, @akiwitch, @ anybody else who wants to play

[wentian]

HADES II gifs (6/?)

[chloesimaginationthings]

That's the wrong FNAF Mike, Vanny