#wonda ch

[dujour13]

♦: Slow dancing - have to go with it, chief

@wonda-ch Thanks to both of you. 🥰 This one was nice.

There's a soundtrack to it if you want the full experience.

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The Queen’s victory ball nearly spiraled into chaos.

First the Cavalry Sculptors started a food fight. Then after the banquet, once everyone was good and tipsy, Siavash played a couple of rousing songs and soon Sosiel and Trever had most of the guests ranged in lines, bowing, locking elbows, spinning each other around and stomping their heels in an Andoren farandole that made the chandeliers shake.

Even Woljif got swept up in it, and light as he was on his feet he picked up the steps pretty quickly. The only problem was the danger his tail posed to his partners’ shins as he spun past. Seelah threatened to strangle him with it.

It was when the Valhalflings pulled the tablecloths crashing to the floor so that they could dance on the tables that the Queen made an urgent sign to the orchestra to tone it down a notch.

At the lull in the music the dancers paused, laughing breathlessly. And then the musicians struck up a slow, romantic waltz and there was a lot of awkward bidding for partners.

Daeran bowed deeply to Ember and offered his arm. Sosiel and Aron immediately flew together as if they had been waiting for this moment all evening. Lann drunkenly threw caution to the wind and invited Queen Galfrey to dance, and then looked like he would die of embarrassment when she assented. Seelah spun around laughing, assaulted on all sides by would-be suitors, until her eyes and hands locked with Arueshalae’s.

Woljif tried to make himself inconspicuous.

Not that he had anything to hide. Everyone knew. With Siavash all but yelling it from the rooftops, not to mention the prodigious Fifth Crusade rumor mill churning out all sorts of sordid tales, he reckoned you’d have to be a deaf hermit in the middle of the Casmaron desert not to know the Knight-Commander had a thing with some street tiefling from Kenabres.

And then there was the clear blue sapphire flashing at his throat, and all it signified to him and to everyone in their entourage. Belonging. Yet also freedom.

So why did the prospect of slow dancing in front of everyone at the victory ball make him want to go invisible and slink away? Or better yet, spread his new wings and fly off with the Queen’s silverware in his pockets?

Must be the public mushy stuff that was putting him off. And he could just hear what Gran would say, rubbing elbows with the toffs like some kind of—

Before he could inch behind a floral arrangement, Siavash stepped up and bent near to the floor in a flourishing bow modeled after Daeran’s, made all the more florid by his ballroom finery: cloud-blue satin with gold embroidery, lace at his throat and cuffs, a sash the color of sunlight at his waist, burgundy trousers tucked into boots so polished they reflected the lamplight. As the leaf-green ribbon tying back his hair had lost most of the battle by now, he laughingly blew escaped locks out of his face as he rose, one hand behind his back, the other raised to Woljif.

“Chief, that get-up.”

“So rob me. Come here.”

“Fine,” Woljif sighed.

Clasping the offered hand he was drawn into an embrace, and the momentum swung him around and into the dance step before he knew what was happening.

Had a hush fallen over the ball or was it just that the Valhalflings had gone hoarse? Or perhaps everyone else had dropped away and they were suddenly alone.

He let Siavash guide his steps to the gentle three-four time of the piano. Like in bed or on the battlefield their bodies naturally fell into rhythm together, every shift of muscle against his chest an unspoken cue, the music moving through Siavash and into Woljif, lifting them along like leaves on a gentle breeze. He pulled him closer. The scent of him, the warmth, the enfolding arms. The tickle of that honey-colored hair falling across his nose. Hearts beating in tandem.

Hearts beating.

He was still here.

Woljif laid his palm to his chest, to the place where the wound had threatened to split him apart and take him away from him.

It was over and they’d survived—better than survived—and that broken, lonely future he’d envisioned at Threshold had not come true.

Tenderly a violin joined the piano as if the music were reading his thoughts.

He realized his hand had clenched the fabric at Siavash’s shoulder and buried his face against his neck to stifle the rising tide of a sob.

The music swelled and spun them together, weaving their steps. With his eyes closed he could imagine them flying side by side, the wind braided in their wake.

Free.

The violence of the Crusade was behind them now. The Worldwound was closed and Siavash’s wound was healed.

The hand at his waist braced for a dip and with unquestioning trust he went with it, the hand steadily lifting him once again.

His own wounds, too, were healed. That gaping hole of need at last closed. Everything was all right. For the first time in his life, clear skies ahead.

That crazy Andoren had grinned and told him “It’ll be fine,” and it was.

Finally.

The chief had made a spectacular bet and won. Wiped the floor with old Goat-Face, swiped a crystal right out from under Nocticula’s nose, crushed Deskari like a bug, told Iomedae where she could stuff her advice, seized the power of a demon lord and turned it into sunshine and butterflies.

And took the hand of the lowliest street tiefling in Mendev and showed him love.

The lips pressed to his forehead moved. “We did it, Woljif.”

We—not just the chief. It was true. They accomplished all of it together. In step.

It was his turn to guide Siavash into a dip and a graceful turn.

“Sure lucky I didn’t hightail it and leave you to deal with all of that on your own,” he murmured.

“I never would have managed without you.”

Woljif felt Siavash’s breath hitch in his chest. Where his forehead met his cheek a tear pooled.

“I mean that. My love.”

A whisper: “I know, chief.”

Siavash pulled him so close they could only sway with the music, and so they remained, clinging to one another, unaware everyone else had stopped dancing.

At last Woljif raised his eyes and in the soft lamplight they sought each other’s gaze through wet lashes. Siavash took his chin in his hand and raised it gently, and leaned in for a kiss.

[westealtoys]

Some time ago I was crying dramatically into my pillow talking with @wonda-ch about Ryder's PR team (me) failing miserably while building his image and that there's more to him than the confident and horny asshole act.

There's soft and insecure side too, confused and full of doubts, side not many know.

Thanks to my fantastic friend @wonda-ch, who took upon herself making it publicly known, everyone can read about his other side here (yay!). Thank you wonda! You're the best and this is the sweetest gift. I still scream with delight ^^ <3

[cassynite]

👾, 🎵🎶🎵 👀

Thank you!!! Here’s one from Sparrow's brother Isore's playlist.

https://open.spotify.com/track/6aIDKjD8xOEEd6xcNnINw2?si=EzFMzTvNSuqHh5VsUoYrog

Isore has a very distinct way of viewing the world and with it comes a rather manipulative and cold personality. He is whatever people need him to be so that his own goals can be furthered in the long run, and most of his relationships are with the personas that he's constructed. He can get very attached despite himself, and with that comes possessive obsession.

[blconnoisseur]

YOOOONWOOOOOONNNNNNN U FUCKING BASTARD

[bullsharkz]

I love all animals pt2

Should I make shirts and more animals

@witcherfromwallachia @reversewerewolf @wonda-ch

[agirlandherquill]

a letter for writemas

alrighty, as promised, a little last writemas surprise for you all! - a little letter that i hope you'll read <3

~ ~ ~

dear writers,

when i first started this game, i had a dream, a dream of helping to inspire someone, i didn't know who, nor did i know just how many people would be impacted by this game - and 24 days on, the sheer amount of engagement has blown me away!

it has been a pleasure to witness your stories and your characters grow, to read the longest of adventures to the little glimpses into the wonderful worlds that reside in your heads - writing, for me at least, has always been a pleasure and a joy, and it's gotten me through some pretty difficult times, it's also made me appreciate more things too - and i cannot put into words how much it has meant for so many of you to have played along with a few little prompts i put together at the end of a day, and to share my holiday season with you all (even in such a small way!), and of course, help people writing - a feat i hold very dear to my heart (even if i've been unexpectedly busier this holiday season and not done as much writing as i would have liked - but hey, creating prompts counts, right?)

now, to end this letter, i would like to say a great and eternal thank you to every writer out there, from the bottom of my heart, whether you've participated this season or not, whether you've written tons or a few pages over this holiday, i want you all to know that you're doing amazing work, and i've enjoyed writemas far more than i ever thought i would!

for the final time this writemas, this is me signing off - as always, wishing you all a happy holiday, thank you so much for participating, and keep writing!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

(if anyone looks this far - p.s, read a little further for a final, parting message :)) this may be the final post for writemas, but it's not the end of the prompts i can assure you - something's cooking in the depths of my blog and i cannot wait to share it - so keep your eyes out dear writers, but for now, merry christmas eve to all, and to all a good night! <3 for the final time, the tag list! the invitations have been received so here you all are, i bestow upon you the gift of writemas! p.s if you want to be added to the tag list, interact with this post <3

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[dmagedgoods]

Knight Commander Salvadore

I was tagged by @spyridonya. Thank you so much. 🥺❤

Tagging @wonda-ch and @three-of-crows and @mylittlechimera and @cassynite and @chaosteddybear and @yunessa and @amatres and @starlightcleric and whoever wasn't tagged yet and wants to do it. ❤

[glitchy-npc]

WIP (not so) Wednesday

Thank you @wonda-ch and @thecryptidenthusiast for the tags 💚

ummm coming off the heels of oc kiss week I don't have much but I did start a prompt that's been sitting in my inbox forever (sorry darkfire) the other day. The prompt was family dinner with HG.

Whoever Hollow Ground's personal chef is, they're damn good. If there's anything positive to take away from dinner with the Los Diablos kingpin, it's that. Tegan wonders what threats, bribes or promises landed him with such a talented chef. Maybe he just pays well. Its a moot point, Tegan doubts he'll ever meet the chef anyway, he's still not allowed to roam unsupervised around Hollow Ground's mansion, no matter how friendly he's been. Its not the first time they've had dinner together but it is the first time they've had dinner just the two of them. No Noe to carry the conversation, no Jake for Tegan to rile up with backhanded compliments and the steady hum of dampeners can't be good. They're set to low, as a courtesy, but Hollow Ground's silence does little to calm Tegan's nerves. Hollow Ground clearly wants to talk. Maybe if Tegan just keeps eating he won't have to say anything.

no pressure tagging @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal @weretoad-art @darkfire1177 and anyone else who would like to!

[iamsuperconfused]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @wonda-ch for the tag! ♥ This is from a Neve and Rook thing I'm working on, slowly, and is in the same version of DATV as my Love by the Murderboard story. Something a touch angstier. "I can tell you're angry." Neve says, resignation settling deep into her voice, she braces for the answer she knows is coming.

"It's one thing to be busy, Neve. I know how your line of work is." Ulpia replies, trying to keep her voice monotone. "But you've been actively avoiding me." Neve's shoulder slump, the weight of guilt and shame wearing her composure down. "I have." --- I don't know who I'd tag tbh, I haven't interacted much in fandom space for a while, so, I'm hoping anyone who sees this can feel like throwing one up too.

[idlenight]

WIP Wednesday but pretend it's wednesday and not thursday.

tagged by my friend @heartbreakincident. cursed to never post a wip wednesday on fucking wednesday because of timezones.

While my muscles in my arms are still killing me they are being managable.....ish. Point is when I'm not dying I'm doodling again. Most of which is not something I'm showing to the public sorry the nsfw wips stay in the depths of my folders or only shown to a handful of pals.

What I can show you are these:

This is from last night - actually on wednesday - where i was trying to figure out my Drifter's bodytype and how the layers of clothing worked. Still need to draw the hoodie/jacket that goes over all that but here he is. Second one actually showing off the anatomy. sanitized version were I keep the pants on. (if you're curious. to quote a friend: "it's SLANGING")

Next i've been slowly chipping away at what was supposed to be a christmas present for my dnd group. Put on hold because my body hates me, and chipping away at it when it doesn't. Here are some zoomed in shots of my favorite bits of the cleaner lineart to keep it a little bit more of a mystery for the two friends who follow me on tumblr here.

I'm also working on another birthday present that's almost done, but i'm not posting it here just in case my friend goes on tumblr and sees it. You'll see it tomorrow 🫵.

Tagging @swordsandspectacles, @aurrieattorney, @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal, @wonda-ch, and @boundtoanandroid. It's not wednesday but show me those wips anyway 🧡💜🧡💜

[dujour13]

🎪 for a scene about travel for Siavash :)

Thanks Wonda 🥰 good one for him. Teenage Sia had so many dreams

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He spotted them in the torchlight outside the circle of colorful, star-painted wagons: the gnome matriarch of the caravan and the tall, straight-backed silhouette of his mother.

“Oh, man,” he complained.

The Desnans followed his gaze.

“Is that your mom?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, getting up from his spot by the campfire and dusting off his trousers.

For no reason he was conscious of he slung on his backpack and grabbed his guitar, but later he realized it must have been a sign he had already accepted defeat.

The matriarch patted his hand as she passed and left the two of them alone on the beaten grass of the roadside meadow.

“It’s what I want, Mom,” he began.

“This is what you want.” Her tone was neutral, even a little bit gentle.

“I don’t want to stay in Almas forever. I want to travel, I want to see new places. I feel like I’m suffocating here.”

“Why do you feel like that?”

“School isn’t… And I hate the conservatory. And…” he trailed off. She couldn’t possibly understand. She didn’t have the dreams he did.

“And?”

He hated when she did this. It always made him say things.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter. I just want to go with them and see the world. They’re good people.”

“They do seem like nice people. And that boy you met,” she prompted.

He felt tears sting his eyes. “That’s not why.”

“It’s not?”

“He doesn’t even…”

“Like boys?”

Everything caved in. He dropped his pack and his guitar and collapsed sobbing into her arms.

[westealtoys]

a small drawing I made of @wonda-ch's datv oc Jevelia and Neve doing needy kisses

[splaat]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @galluslonging. I'm both flattered and honored.

I'd like to last-minute tag @sapphiclament, @serstolas, and @wonda-ch (sorry it's so late).

Here's a bit from a piece in my Neve x Rook series, Good Things Happen, in which Neve discovers a hidden talent of Renik’s. I'm not gonna lie to y'all. This one's been kicking my booty.

Neve followed the music to the circular doorway, her prosthetic clanking against the stone floor of the library as she walked. When she came within a few feet of the entrance, the stone rotated and shifted on its own, revealing a long hallway punctuated by a softly lit room at the far end. Now unobstructed, the music grew louder and more clear, disguising her steps as she traversed the hallway and entered the room. 

Rook sat with his back to her at a dusty, ornate black piano in the center of the room, silhouetted against a series of tall windows on the opposite wall, fingers fluttering across the keys. The song he played now was not one she was familiar with, but its contemplative melody reminded her of the music she sometimes heard wafting out of open Chantry doors in Minrathous. She leaned against the wall and listened until the last note dissolved into the air; once it had, she gave three claps and said, “Bravo, Rook.”

Rook jumped to his feet and turned around, the legs of the piano bench scraping as it moved backward across the floor. “Sorry—I didn’t hear you come in.” A suggestion of red crept into his face.

[fhw-unleashed]

Writemas day 11

Little snippet out of the FHW universe for todays writemas 2024 by @agirlandherquill (belongs to main blog @wonda-ch)

Find the promt list here. Chosen prompts: "a nightmare" Readers pov. ...... Nightmare

You are startled and find yourself shivering on the floor next to the chair. The dim light of the small plastic lamp still illuminates the table, and you remember that you were writing something down. Something that reminded you and disturbed you, but what happened after that? Did you fall asleep? You must have fallen asleep and then slipped out of your chair. How else could you have landed on the floor? You must have had a nightmare that sent the terror through your limbs that still makes you tremble. You've been through this before. Why is it making you so nervous this time? It's always the same. A nightmare, a daydream, your reality, it's all the same. No walls between them. No place to hide. Just deal with it, bury it and don't look. Pull yourself together, you know how. Experience is your teacher.

[agirlandherquill]

the tenth day of writemas

day 10 has arrived, and truth be told at the start of this game i never thought we'd get this far, and i'm so so grateful to every one of you that has taken part! keep up the amazing work!

the rules, for those of you that are new or simply need a refresher: choose a prompt from the list, write something and share your creation with the rest of writeblr, and share the game with others, because as we all know writing is a gift and it deserves to be shared! and of course, tag me in your responses because i cannot wait to see them!

p.s - the game is open to all, as discussed in the invitation post - which, if you'd like to be added to the tag list, is still being monitored for newcomers and late additions - all are welcome to the game!

now for the part you're all here to see - the prompts!

Prompt List:

Dialogue Prompts:

"I wouldn't have done it if you were honest with me."

"You're trembling... Why?"

"I'm scared. Of everything. But in this moment, you, especially you."

Setting Prompts:

A rooftop

A lake

A closet

Narration Prompts:

Everywhere she looked, there were reminders of what she had lost, every time she closed her eyes, she could feel the ghosts of the past haunting her.

He could do no more than smile, even when he wanted to cry, even when he wanted to curse the world to pieces. He smiled.

The rose was soft to touch, save for the jagged thorn pressed into her jugular. Beautiful, and so capable of death.

Feeling Prompts:

The ache of restraint

The calm of a smile

The ice of betrayal

(because i'm insanely overeager, this post like its predecessor will be going live at 00:01 UK Time, apologies to those of you that receive it early but hey, early presents are still pretty good presents :) )

eagerly awaiting your creations, and as always, happy holidays!

~ A Girl And Her Quill

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[dmagedgoods]

Tagged by @dujour13. Thank you so much. 😁💕 Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag 10 people to do the same!

Aaaa, always so hard to decide who might have fun doing it. I'm tagging @chaosteddybear and @twistedapple and @silversiren1101 and @wonda-ch and @spyridonya and @iwoszareba and @three-of-crows and @thesolemnhour and @khapikat222 and @dragonflytehanu and whoever else wants to, please feel tagged. ❤