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#ThrowbackThursday and incoherent ramblings

For the 'Bring out your ghosts' jam I reuploaded my first WIP onto itch.io.

Veil: Prophecy

Play as a Forensic Necromancer. Try and solve a murder whilst avoiding (or encouraging) an interfering Chosen One (and your past).

Written 3 years ago, it's full of bugs, typos, and inconsistencies.

It was posted at a time in my life when I was still 'in academia', and as someone who was always told I'd never achieve anything and that applying to uni was a waste of my time etc. the story was kind of a reflection of that.

A protagonist who was at odds with the concept of chosen ones, not destined for anything but able to influence the world still despite being underestimated and overlooked through sheer willpower and spite. Someone who had never been encouraged learning how to encourage others.

THIS WILL LIKELY NEVER BE COMPLETED. Though the plot threads and characters are still ones that I'd like to revisit, even if it means untangling them from this work and placing them into another.

The project was too ambitious for my first foray into writing IF, and as it turns out the period after graduating uni is really fucking busy.

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The never ending fight between the ‘dark ages aesthetic’ and ‘knights’ when world building.

The fact that most Arthurian Knights are cousins/brothers in some version of the stories makes it really hard to make things gay, huh

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The fact that most Arthurian Knights are cousins/brothers in some version of the stories makes it really hard to make things gay, huh

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Selective Mutism (SM) is a situational anxiety disorder. Those with SM speak fluently in some situations but remain consistently unable to speak in others. In Outside of speech, all forms of communication may be inhibited, such as writing, body language, gestures, and facial expressions in some people.

Good Links: DSM, NHS, iSpeak, SMIRA

SM is not very well known, therefore there are many misconceptions about it.

1 - Selective Mutism is NOT a choice.

People with SM are unable to speak in certain situations, or with certain people. They do not refuse to speak. 

2 - People of ANY AGE can have selective mutism. 

SM usually begins during early childhood, most commonly before the age of 5. Many people believe that it only affects children and that they will ‘grow out’ of it. This is not always true. It can still persist into adulthood, especially without treatment. 

3 - Selective Mutism is NOT always due to trauma.

There is no evidence that people with SM are more or less likely to have experienced trauma or mistreatment than people without SM. As stated, SM is an anxiety disorder, not a trauma disorder. Although some people with SM may attribute it to trauma, this is not the case for the vast majority of people with SM.

4 - Selective Mutism is NOT a symptom of, or the same as, autism.

Selective Mutism is classed as an anxiety disorder and can be ‘recovered from’. Whilst autism is classed as a neurodevelopmental disorder, or neurodivergence, which someone will always have.

The two conditions are commonly comorbid. However an important distinction is that SM is mutism that is specifically caused by anxiety, not by autism (or by delayed speech or language impairment). In each case the mutism will have fundamentally different causes, and require different ways to treat and respond to each person. This is an important distinction, as misdiagnosing one as the other can be potentially harmful.

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Mao Hamaguchi https://www.deviantart.com/maohamaguchi

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Mao Hamaguchi

https://www.deviantart.com/maohamaguchi

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Boris Groh aka Борис Грох (Russian, b. 1994, Yevpatoriya, Ukraine, based Saint Petersburg, Russia)

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November is Indigenous Heritage Month here on Interact-IF!

This month, we recognize and celebrate native/indigenous authors, their heritage, and the love they’ve poured into their projects for this community.

Here are our featured authors for this month! Join us in supporting them by checking out their works!

J, author of The Graves of Heirs

Carmine Ehrenreich is the villainess of your favourite series, The Graves of Heirs; the Queen of Apostates, she makes a pact with the elder god Deathe and tears the titular heirs’ lives apart. When the series ends with her death, you assume that’s that in the story of the possessed sorcerer and close the book.

Only problem is after you’re murdered by… something, you wake up to a proposition offered by Carmine herself; she hates the way the series ended and needs your help to change the story. Before you know it you are trapped in the position of the young Carmine in the horrific Ehrenreich Organization to learn the magic that turned her into a villain. Alongside the first of the heirs you must now make your way through a school year beset with magical mishaps, murderous teachers, and monsters that may or may not be hunting you down in the middle of the night.

Will you save the other students, or leave them to their fate? Will you help the heir, organize his death, or take the place of protagonist yourself? Hindsight is twenty-twenty, after all. You know how events are going to happen - what will you do to change the story?

Read more here | The Graves of Heirs demo | Ko-fi

Tags: fantasy, academia

Roast, author of When it Hungers

When it Hungers is a cosmic horror story based on a world dissimilar to ours full of monsters and magic.

You play as a monstrous parolee in 1913, forced to work for a company that investigates magical and monstrous phenomena. You’re set on a conundrum of a case with no easy answers, plaguing a town like the mysterious illness that plagues your body and has stolen bits of your memories–that are slowly starting to come back.

Solve the case, survive, get answers.

Read more here | When it Hungers demo | Patreon | Discord

Tags: cosmic horror, historical

Scott, author of The Watchwood

This is a story about trauma, recovery, and what family always should have been. It’s about the ghosts that linger in your head and learning to live with them. It’s about the people who love you, and how sometimes they have ghosts, too. It’s about moving forward, even when it’s hard, and even when it feels like you’re moving backward.

You are a member of the Grey family. Once, you were a child, and as children are wont to do, you broke the rules. You went somewhere you’d been told not to go, and something very bad happened. Something that has lived in your head ever since.

Your parents took you, and the three of you moved far away from your ancestral home. 22 years later, your grandmother, the Head of the Grey Family, has passed away, and you have all returned home for the first time.

This is what happens next.

Read more here | The Watchwood demo | Ko-fi | Discord

Tags: modern fantasy, horror

Theo, author of Boundary Pass

Boundary Pass is an interactive suspense novel that follows the experiences of a park ranger in the winter of 2003. Set in an isolated mountain pass known for its body-count, struggle to keep the mountains from claiming another life.

Read more here | Boundary Pass demo

Tags: suspense

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Play as an experienced conjurer working as a forensic necromancer. Investigate an unusual crime scene that holds more than you bargained for after a run in with the Chosen One brings back faces from your past you’d much rather forget. Solve magical crimes, guide (or try to avoid) the latest in a long line of Chosen Ones, explore the magical Otherworld and deal with a prophecy you were never meant to be a part of.

-          Play as a man, woman or as nonbinary.

-          Choose from 5 ROs, all available to any gender MC.

-          Personality and skills stats.

-          Choose which ‘side’ to ally with, or choose neither.

Demo  |  Forum Post  |  Changelog  

Keep reading

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Tome of Shadows: Dirge - original, by Ian Llanas, via ianllanas.com.

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what about [ KISS ] for either m!E or Saleos? 👀

KISS - Evan

FYI - No kisses happen in this short titled 'kiss' because both Evan and MC have communication issues.

Approaching footsteps echo from somewhere nearby. A minor inconvenience. You know where you're going, where each corridor connects and stairway leads, where each camera is. You’ll be in and out before anyone can catch you.

Your heart almost jumps out your throat as a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. Only to settle into a calmer rhythm when you see who it belongs to. Evan stands before you. A face neither welcome nor unwelcome.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is a soft whisper. It’s hard to keep eye contact, though you can't exactly tell why. Guilt? No. Something else. You have no reason to feel guilty.

You allow yourself a small laugh, leaning back against the wall and tilting your head to one side as you watch your ex partner bring a hand to his head is exasperation.

“So- You caught me then. Gonna tell on me?”

There’s a thick silence in the air as Evan glances side to side. More footsteps, no doubt belonging to someone who’ll be less forgiving of your trespass. You allow yourself a quick glance to the side.

“No one else is here yet.” He says.

“Yet.” You repeat.

“I’m offering you a chance to leave.”

“And I’m turning it down.” You push off the wall and past Evan, who remains close behind as you wind around a corner.

An unwise decision it turns out, as ones made based on emotion often are. The owners of the footsteps round the other corner a few moments after. You turn sharply, too sharply, and come face to face with Evan.

He can’t help it, he’s barely holding back a laugh. You take a moment to consider what your face must look like; stuck here between three Magefinders.

Evan’s hand is on your arm, steering you towards the wall. The two of you stand, facing towards each other, your face turned away from the other.

This close you can see his pupils dilated, even against the deep brown of his eyes. He watches the others before his attention comes back to you. The footsteps get closer again and you resist the urge to turn your head towards the wall, instead keeping your own gaze trained on Evan. Gently, slowly, carefully, you lean towards him. He leans in too, maybe an unconscious copy of your own actions, because why would he be doing it on purpose?

When the other Magefinders walk past your faces are almost touching. Evan’s breath hot against your neck. It would feel so comforting just to lean in, but you don’t.

As the footsteps begin to fade you adjust your neck, waiting for Evan to move back. Unwilling to be the first one to part. Apparently he is also unwilling, instead of his breath on your neck it’s now against your lips. Warm and inviting, a sharp yet warm reminder that you should step back. You should turn away and run. Evan should turn away and tell someone that you’re trespassing.

Instead he goes to lick his lips. A move that is so agonisingly close your brain goes momentarily blank.

“Take your chance.” He says. You can feel the vibrations in his chest and the hoarseness in his voice.

You step back, to take your chance to leave without an altercation. Though, from the look in his eyes you can’t help but wonder if it was another type of chance that you missed.

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Could I get [ TEND ] for Ronove if you're still doing prompts 👉👈

TEND - Ronove

The sun creeps up over the horizon, its reflection bounces off the serene surface of the lake by which you sit. A cruelly beautiful reminder of just how long you’ve been awake. Morana’s legs dangle into the water as she flips through a tome, face furrowed in concentration. Ronove peeks over her shoulder, occasionally sending unreadable glances your way

You turn your attention back towards your hands, covered in pulsating blisters. You can’t help but groan.

“I thought this was a conjuring apprenticeship. Not an evocation one.” You mutter. Morana quirks an eyebrow but otherwise doesn’t respond.

You continue to rub your hands together as firmly as you can without flinching. Healing magic is difficult. Precise and dependent on a consistent accuray you’ve just never been able to muster.

You keep trying- eyes squinting down in an effort to ignore the world around you. It’s hard. As Ronove approaches you pretend not to notice. In your peripheral vision they squat down next to you, slowly leaning forwards until their chin rests on your shoulder, now impossible to ignore.

“Stop distracting me.” You snap, jerking your shoulder downwards in a way that causes the demon to grunt in surprise. They ignore your demand.

“Does it hurt?” They say, settling down next to you.

“No.” You lie. Words spoken too quick to be totally believable. “Maybe a bit. I think my pride stings more than my hand.”

“Right. A mage that struggles to command a flame.” Ronove’s mouth quirks into a smile that reveals too sharp teeth.

“Rub it in then. Besides, does it matter? I can command demons like you. If a candle needs to be lit I can just use a match.”

“And if a burn needs to be healed?” Ronove reaches forwards to peer at your injuries, their hand cups your hands- palms upwards.

“I can handle it.” You make to pull your hands away from Ronove’s uncharacteristically soft touch only for them to tighten their grip.

“Watching you struggle is boring me.” Their voice is low and quiet, like it comes from their chest. “I’d rather us get on with something else than sit there looking like a kicked puppy.”

You sigh as you allow yourself to lose the tug of war taking place for control of your hand.

Ronove’s own hands feel cold. Likely a result of demons like them absorbing energy from the environment. Their eyes, half open as they look down at your blister covered hands.

“You’re too inpatient.” Their thumb strokes over your flesh.

“Not all of us have forever.”

“Right, if you burn yourself alive you’ll certainly have much less than forever.”

Their eyes are wider now. It’s hard to gauge exactly where they’re looking when their whole eyeball is black, but you can only assume it’s your face that they’re looking at.

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Paintings by Mariusz Lewandowski

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Would it be possible to get cup for E please?<3

CUP – Evangelina

The two of you sit side by side. Eva’s legs lie over yours as she lounges against the side of the train carriage. The Wilds beyond the window whizz by and she watches transfixed. You lean closer, it’s difficult to do without disturbing her.

“What’re you looking at?” You ask. She hums to herself and for a moment you think she won’t answer.

“The window.” She answers.

“Well. It’s very nice glass. Well made. Even. Transparent.” You nod. “You can see lots through it too.”

“Who says I was looking through it?” She asks. “Maybe I was looking at the person in the reflection?”

“Were you?”

“No.” She laughs. She turns to you. “I just thought that was a good line. It was, wasn’t it?”

“You ruined it at the end.” You say. “So for that? Six out of ten.”

“Oh? You think you can do better?” She says. You nod and put on your best serious face. You lean forward again, shifting her legs back onto the seat.

One hand rests against the window as you arch your body over Eva’s seat and her legs tangle in yours. Your other hand moves to cup one side of her face. Gently your thumb reaches up towards her edge of her lips.

You can feel the heat between your bodies, hear your heart beating in your chest.

Hawk brown eyes watch you and her full lips show no hint of emotion. Slowly she tilts her head into your touch. Her cheek warms. Very slowly she smiles.

“I’ll give that a seven.”

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[ CLOSE ] for Ciara?

CLOSE – Ciara

You sprint through marble halls. Footsteps and distant shouts echo off the walls. You turn a corner and slip. Ciara giggles, only offering you a quick glance over her shoulder as she continues to run ahead of you.

She slams herself into a firedoor, holding it open for you to slip through and causing a loud, shrill noise to assault your ears. Quickly the two of you ascend the fire escape.

“People will be coming this way.” You warn.

“I know- They’ll lose us in the crowd.” She says. She rolls her eyes as if it was obvious, how silly of you to not read her mind. “Besides- Come.” She taps against yet another door and pulls gently at the sleeve of your jacket. The two of you slip into the ‘storage room’ before your assailants can see.

Dark and dusty, it’s thankfully quieter in here. The sound of the fire alarm struggles to pass through the thick walls. With the door closed you can’t see her. Only feel the rough leather of her jacket against your arm. You take a step back- Or at least try to, your shoe hits against something hard and metal to create an aggressive clunk.

Ciara hisses at you to keep quiet. Her breath warms your face.

“Oh relax. They won’t be able to hear us.” You say. Shuffling your feet slowly proves futile, only causing Ciara to whine as you step on her toes.

“Now you’re the one telling me to relax?” She asks. You take the opportunity to ‘shush’ back at her in revenge.

“I thought you said to keep quiet.” You whisper as you lean forwards. Ciara lets out a shaky breath. Then another one.

“Did I?” She asks. She’s closer now. Her breath on your neck. “I’ve never been very good at keeping quiet.” Her body lies against yours, waiting for you to react.

It’s then, of course, that the door is thrown open. The two of you step away from each other, paint pots come flying off of shelves. Ciara’s hand is in yours as she pushes past the two guards and pulls you down the stairs behind her, giggling again.

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Storm by nazolkin

This artist on InPrnt // Instagram

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Miles Johnston aka Miles J. Johnston (British, b. Fleet, Hampshire, England, based Simrishamn, Sweden) - Last Chance, 2019, Drawings: Graphite on Paper