#cs wip

[chained-spirits]

If something else, please put suggestions in the comments / tags, I’d love to hear it

[the-oracles-codex-if]

As a kalalav (death flower) harvester, you live and work in the holy land of Duutrepia. You've known nothing else since birth. The merciless disease's agonizing grip, your burning rage, and the crimson flowers—all share a grim connection. You don't know what freedom means. Will you ever get the chance to become your own person? But what will happen when the Abyss Forged descend? Cruel, demon-like creatures who have intelligence. This speaks of trouble for you and the other elves. They talk about the rightful gods, who will soon return and rule over the realm of Sar'saris.

The IF will discuss the following topics and a few others that some players may find uncomfortable. Please read at your own risk. ➤ Slavery ➤ Pregnancy ➤ Hunger ➤ Mental, physical, and emotional abuse ➤ Familial issues ➤ Blood ➤ Gore ➤ Anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts ➤ Deaths ➤ Animal deaths ➤ Religious themes ➤ An oppressive atmosphere (especially in the starting chapters) ➤ Lack of freedom and detailed mentions of dominance assertion

You can choose your MC's: ➤ Gender (Female/Male/Non-binary) ➤ Eye colour ➤ Skin colour ➤ Hair colour, hair length, and hair type. ➤ Height ➤ Outfit ➤ Main Path (Rage/Compassion) ➤ Religious Belief (Believer/Disbeliever) ➤ Relationship Path (Shy/Flirty) Note: There are a few hidden stats that don't show in the stats menu, but they will affect the game's plot mildly and majorly.

YLVERAS/YLVERA CAISYS: The famed dragon rider hailing from Duutrepia. Composed and genuine. Though quiet, their eyes speak volumes. They burn with an intensity of untamed fire. What a curious individual. IMRAI/IMRA RORA: The descendant of a long line of oracles. Though when one first sees them, it's quite difficult to believe that fact. Charming and flirtatious. However, their actions don't match their words sometimes. What is their actual goal in life? KATRYK/KATIR GRERA: The leader of the association. They desire nothing more than power, fame, and money. Confident and goal-oriented. However, their expression sometimes tells a different story. They require something else, something different. SYV/SYVI WYNDI: The exiled noble from Hishuy. They observe from the shadows and don't seem too fond of forming relations with others. Haughty and introverted. The scar on their porcelain face tells a painful story.

A few notable side characters are: ELANIL ARAVBI: Your mother and a gifted healer. She's kind, caring, and adores you more than anything and anyone in this world. But your beloved guardian is hiding a secret, one she isn't ready to tell you yet. NALAEA EKRAS: The esteemed alchemist from Neptule. She's playful and incredibly smart. Nalaea dreams big and has many hopes for herself. You wonder just how many of those will come true for her. THEDOMAR ALTRIS: The fearless gunslinger and Nalaea's partner. He's always seen walking around with a self-assured grin and looks like nothing in this world will ever shake him. NUUVIAN NORVAN: The sarcastic yet talented healer. His witty nature and sharp tongue make up for his short height. Nuuvian takes pride in his ability. You can drop the fear of dying when he's there.

➤ MONTHLY PROGRESS REPORTS • BUG REPORTS

[evana-47]

My Carmen sandiego au wips:

Player dealing with sci-fi bullshit and getting kidnapped -> Security Risk File 1: Access Granted

My actual chapter titles in "Security Risk File 1: Access Granted" with no context:

Chapter 1: Just Peachy, Right?

Chapter 2: The Package from Somewhere

Chapter 3: The Last Normal Non-traumatizing Dinner

Chapter 4: Bro, why the cops are here? Pt. 1

Chapter 5: Bro, why the cops are here? Pt. 2

Chapter 6: This isn’t going to the Hospital, is it?

Chapter 7: SUM BODY ONCE THREW ME

Chapter 8: I’m Always in Your Mind (literally inside)

Chapter 9: Lunch

Chapter 10: Ah Shit, the Acne police are here

Chapter 11: Hook, Line and Slicker (literally hangin’ in there)

Chapter 12: 5^2 is 25

Chapter 13: Dear Author, WTF

Chapter 14 Author’s Notes (the character not me)

what are your guys' google docs titles vs the official titles? here's mine:

carmen harasses player for twenty pages straight -> The Harrowing Horrors of High School Caper

ouchies :( -> The Holy Shit! That's Gonna Leave a Mark Caper

carmen becomes a child soldier -> The Accidental Baby Acquisition Caper

carmen gets drunk and cries about everything -> The Empty Bottle of Tito's Caper

i've given carmen mental instability :) -> The Double Agent Caper

[laur-the-cat-prince]

angst. so much angst.

[thenmichael]

Ururuheb

I think I’m cursed with never being able to finish a line up

Anyway fun to compare my first to latest attempt at a line up

[nell0-0]

The eternal WIPs that will forever stay that way. Lowkey liked them anyway, so I thought I would share them this time ^^

[arfaraf]

Gray as a rock star anybody? Just a little wip Carmen would be a singer I have a whole little idea planned out for a band au anyone wanna hear more about it? :)

[wyvernity]

wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP

[cleverclove]

Carmen sweetie I’ve missed you

[azulonso]

What We Have – marcmarc (e) ao3

"He has done it, a one thirty seven point five, a new all time lap record in Argentina, and it's from Marco Bezzecchi on the Aprilia."

Marc's eyes shine, widening as he watch the rider that's being talked about from his garage's screen. Impressive, he smiles to himself. Not that he couldn't do it too, he's very much capable, and he's going to do it. Let them play their little game together, others are irrelevant.

At the end Marc sets the new lap record, Marco is happy enough for a secure spot for Q2, his pace has been great this far.

8.21 PM

Motorhome in 5 minutes.

Marco reads the message and gets out from his own motorhome, checked his surroundings before he walks towards the Ducati's motorhome labeled with a big, red "93". He knocked at the door, soon Marc opens the door as if he has been waiting for Marco's arrival. Atleast that is what Marco think.

They have been doing "this" for a while, what do you call it? Hooking up? Friends with benefits? Can they even be counted as friends? "Frequently fucking your competitor that you're supposed to hate" suits better, maybe.

Regardless, it's nothing serious and it's not that deep anyway. Plus it's a great "stress reliever" too, especially in race weekends when one of them fucks up their race. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right? Also they had agreed on keeping it private.

"You have been fast this weekend," Marc starts as he sits on the edge of the bed. The younger just nods, not getting any clue on what the older rider is on. Marc patted his lap, "C'mere," Marco moves closer, now he's standing in front of him.

Marc's lips curved into a smile, "Sit down," he orders, hinting at the floor. Marco followed the instruction instantly, and settled himself between Marc's legs. Marc hands move to gently caress his cheek, he leans onto the touch.

"At this point, you're going to catch me tomorrow, cause a lap record isn't enough, yes?" In the right mind Marco wouldn't believe that, overall this track is Marc's too and there are still more things to improve about the bike, but the thought of only them, fighting for a win, it excites him. His dick stirs up at that thought, making his pants uncomfortable.

He was about to reply, but the only thing that came out from his mouth is a whimper– Marc is now pressing his heel against Marco's crotch, leaving a sensation for the other man, "What are you waiting for? C'mon take your reward," he pressed again.

Marco gets the hint and started grinding against Marc's leg, just like a dog. Marc continues to shower him with praises, "My champion, no?" making his head dizzy.

Marco is gone by now. He's chasing his orgasm, Marc could notice that, since he's getting more and more desperate. They keep their eye contact, not breaking even a second, the air is heavy with desire.

"Marc– please," Marco finally speaks. It's hard for him to come like this, but he feels like he's going to. His eyes are glossy now, no tears forming but the sight riles the older's up. He's waiting for Marc's approval, not wanting to upset him. It reminds Marc of a trained dog. Not like he didn't "accidentally" train him, but that story is for another day.

"Such a good boy, looks like I have teach you well hm?" Marc coos as he hold Marco's chin between his thumb and index finger. He could just go on like this, even leave Marco hanging, but he wanted to gift him as much as possible tonight. Also he had more plans in mind so he'll stick to them. He will take his time.

"You had earned it, go on, come," and that was enough to make Marco come so hard, brain numb with pleasure, eyes shut, mouth agape. The view really does something to Marc, now that he's getting hard too.

Marc sits up, striping off his clothes, letting Marco admire the show. Marc ordered him to lie on the bed while he helps him strip too. The wet underwear gets discarded too, that's going to be a hassle for Marco to clean since there are still two days of work. Not that he really cares now, because Marc is currently positioning himself on top of him, lining up over his dick.

"Keep your hands to yourself, eh?" he told him.

"Just like that, good boy," he lowers himself on Marco's cock.

The Italian tries to resist the urge to touch Marc's body, he wants to grip that waist, to feel that muscled ass on his palms, or even stroke his dick that has been ignored by Marc himself, since he's more determined on bouncing up and down while his hole deliciously squeezes the cock inside. He lets Marc use him however he likes and that brings him his satisfaction too. He wants to be good for Marc.

He's beautiful like this, Marco thinks. Marc's hair has gotten long, the curls sticking to his sweating forehead it almost reach the eye. Marco's hand is on automatic when he moved the bangs behind so they dont get into the older's eye. The act receives a smile from Marc, a geniune one that he rarely shows the public. It made his heart skipped a beat.

Minutes have passed, Marc has been ignoring Marco's hands that now are gripping on his waist, he couldn't focus as much as when this started, due to the younger's cock hitting all his sensitive spots. His voice is getting more difficult to hold, strings of "Marco," "Please," keep leaving his mouth.

"I'm close," Marco said as he felt Marc getting tighter around him, desperate for his release.

"Me too," Marco pulls Marc body to make their lips meet. The kiss is messy, hungry, also unexpectedly tender– it's like it's shared between lovers– not like whatever they are.

Marc broke the kiss first, breathing heavily, "Inside me, please," and Marco is happy to fulfill his wish. They began making out again as Marco released his load deep inside. Marc soon follows, with Marco's hand wrapped around his cock, the come dirtying his hand.

They looked at each other, trying to catch their breaths, before Marc falls into the bed. After some seconds, Marco gets up, "Shower?" he asked the other man. Marc looks at him and nods, letting Marco carry him to the bathroom.

The shower is clearly too small for two grown-up men, causing it to only leave a few centimeters between them.

Marc grabs the small shampoo bottle, put it some on his and Marco's hand. "Duck down a little bit." The other was a little bit confused but he does it anyway. They ended up helping washing each other's hair, it feels domestic like this. it's almost like– like they've lovers. That thought again, huh.

Marc settled into bed right after putting a new boxer on, while Marco tries to put the blanket over him because he knows he needs to go back to his own motorhome– just to be interrupted by Marc, "Stay?" he asked, even holding Marco's right hand, trying to pull him down to the bed too. He doesn't answer and immediately lays beside him.

The clock is ticking, and Marc could hear Marco snores faintly. He turns his position to look at the sleeping man, "I wish this would last forever, it'll be nice if you're mine instead," he said. He brushed off that thinking and closed his eyes.

I want to be yours too, Marco answers in his head, pretending to be asleep. Well he doesn't want to ruin this, whatever they have, between them. What if Marc is just carried away because they have been doing this for too long? Maybe he shouldn't stay over so he wouldn't stress over his feelings. But regardless he lets himself to enjoy this moment. The perfect time will arrive for them, maybe.

[asher-writes]

Masterlist (Updated Weekly!)

Fantasy collection of short stories that interact with each other. Recommended 16+ for the main story.

Main Story:

Potential

Earthwalker

The Pride Before the Fall

Envy and Pride

Hellfire

Brother and Bow

The Reaper

Short Stories:

Tulip + Aspen's first kiss

Midnight Distractions: Tulip + Mercury

Cursed Trio: Genetic Loneliness

Ask Answers:

WBW: Pirates + The most beautiful location in the CS world.

WBW: Magic in CS

WBW: Monsters in CS

WBW: Magic Systems

Characters:

Tulip

Mercury

[stellermeowmeow]

this is a work in progress, but im still proud of it! ^_^

[maxgraydraws]

Will Kempen wip

[whisperingmidnights]

WIP Wednesday

It's been a while since I did anything like this, but I figured you all could use a little Chasing Starlight teaser featuring everyone's favorite baby bat

The door is open when I get there. Angry baby babbling fills the air, and I spy Feyre tucked into a chair near Rhys’ desk, her arms full of a wriggling, red-faced babe who seems to be giving her a piece of his mind. Nyx’s dark hair is a fluffy mess of little, errant curls waving in the small breeze generated by his furiously beating wings. Feyre, to her credit, nods very seriously at his furious, incoherent tirade, making little soothing sounds as she rocks him. It might have worked if the door hadn’t creaked the moment I brushed by it, drawing a pair of watery, dusky blue eyes my way.

That’s when the wailing truly starts.

“Oh, what’s all this?” I coo, quickly crossing the room to lift the grumpy boy into my arms. His little face rubs against my shoulder as I kiss the crown of his head, mindful of the wings beating against my arm. My hand finds the space between his wings with practiced ease, and I gently rub little circles into his back as the angry flapping settles. “Are you tired, my little bat? What a grumpy face.”

[chained-spirits]

Fic WIP : Kokiri and Sailor

Sweat dripped from his fourhead. Not only did he have to keep himself alive, but he also had to keep that- pirate boy alive too. Kokiri grunted as a hard pain julted his sheild arm into him as he defended himself from a likely fatal attack, it had reminded him of when he was tackling Dudongo's Cavern for the Gorons, the double Lizalfos fight, where he hid under his over-sized sheild for protection as the swings from the monster hit the sheild and had it dig into his back before he found an opening thanks to Navi and struck one or two times before the process repeated. Kokiri looked up to see what was attacking him, and it was a- well. It looked like a moblin- but it was pink and pig-like, and it carried a sheild.

With a clean dodge from another attempted swing at his heart, he rolled around the beast and slashed his gilded sword into its back, it let out a cry of pain, flailing its meaty arms about and kokiri continued to slash at it until it was dead.

One down.

The next smaller monsters went down easily enough, they were nothing compared to the prev- Kokiri's thought was cut short as he heard the pirate boy get knocked over with a slight yell, whatever he was fighting... didn't look like a monster.

Kokiri hurred over to the large masked man and didn't hesitate to start swinging. He had managed to get a couple of hits in before it... disappeared?

Kokiri knew better than to lower his guard, but he was unsure of what it was planning,

"Above you!" The pirate boy yelled in warning as Kokiri looked up, he was right, the swordsman was above him, falling, sword pointed at his head, his hands found themselves casting Farore's wind before he could stop them and in a flash he had teleported himself to the side, avoiding the strike. The pirate boy, who was now on his feet, had delt the final blow to the masked warrior, who jumped back and surrounded himself in red runes and with a clap of his hands, vanished. This time it was clear it wasn't coming back.

The pirate boy sighed, "Nice teamwork that was," he grinned, great he was the talkative type, "You really showed them up, kid!" This boy was getting on Kokiri's nerves the more he spoke. What right does he have to be calling him a 'kid?' "So," the curly haird boy stepped forward, "how did you do that" he gestured with his hands, the same way Kokiri did when casting spells, but with over exageration in finger wiggling.

He sighed. He wanted to avoid this. "I used a spell," he decided upon. The disappointment look on the sailors' face was clear. This answer wasn't satisfying enough.

[thenmichael]

Working on a turn around for him, I can’t believe it’s taken me over a year to learn to draw furrys