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[corvusasteris]

the sands of time is a fantasy interactive fiction where you play as the mage of a small provincial town who, in the process of investigating into strange magical phenomena, finds themselves embroiled in a far-reaching political intrigue with potentially deadly consequences. and ghosts.

themes/tags : intrigue, fantasy, effects of time, power, magic, ghosts

You are a mage who, after being forced to flee from the capital for a crime you may or may not have committed, has taken refuge in Kemorlen, a small, unremarkable town ideal for keeping out of the political reaches of the Illyosian Empire. But when an apparently straightforward investigation into bizarre magical phenomena forces you into conflict with figures from your past and powerful forces that care little for you, how will you navigate through the oncoming storm that shatters your fragile calm ?

The continent of Aiolos has been dominated by the Illyosian Empire, with its back-stabbing nobles and complex court politics, for generations. Yet their hold is beginning to fray, and its rulers will do anything to take back their former power, sparking events that quickly spiral far out of their control.

Aiolos is a land at the crossroads of the mortal and spirit realms, where the effects of the underworld are felt keenly, and the delicate balance between mortal and spirit realms is ever on the verge of tipping over.

worldbuilding info

Flee from the capital under dubious circumstances: choose whether you were a spy or scholar when in Melera.

Meet five characters (one male, two female, one nb and one selectable: either male or nb) and choose to pursue romance, friendship, or rivalry.

Navigate a world of complicated politics, spirits that frequently won't stay dead and magic that permeates everyday existence.

Choose your name, pronouns, gender and place of origin.

Pick which area of magic you are strongest in, out of four (warding, enchantment, healing and transmutation).

Try not to get assassinated, arrested or possessed.

detailed character info

Jasper (m) :

A familiar face from your past, and not one that you expected to see again. He's a snarky, obsessive researcher into spirits and, during your time in the capital, your closest companion. After getting caught up in the incident that provoked your rather abrupt exit, you presumed him to be dead, and he you.

Leonora (f) :

The owner of the alchemists shop next door to you in Kemorlen. Despite her saving your life (numerous times) and helping you to create a new life for yourself there, she remains a figure that you know surprisingly little about. She's blunt, impulsive, skilled with a sword, and definitely hiding something. All in all, you don't quite know what to make of her.

Augustine (nb) :

A quiet, unassuming healer who arrived in town shortly after you did. Surprisingly squeamish and possessing a dry sense of humour, they have quickly become indispensable in helping you deal with the everyday magical difficulties of Kemorlen. Their past remains a mystery to you, and you suspect there may be more to them than first appears.

Mira (f) :

A charismatic bard who wanders the roads of Aiolos collecting stories, gold, and animal companions after being exiled from her home kingdom. She seems to attract trouble, but as long as the resulting chaos makes for a good tale she doesn't appear to mind much.

Theodorus (m/nb) :

A spirit with patchy memories and a thirst for revenge after being accidentally brought back from the underworld. They're awkward, restless and struggling to reconstruct a life for themselves in a world where they are supposed to be dead.

demo : here currently 17k words, prologue

release medium : twine & itch.io

rating: 16+

pinterest: here

[coquelicoq]

yes that means every time you see me use é i actually held down the alt key and pressed 130. every ç is the result of alt+135. every ù (151) takes me at least three tries because i always do û (150) and ô (147) first. i do ê (136) instead of â (131) all the time. è (138) is my babygirl and i would never forget her. on the other hand sometimes i use i instead of ï (139) because who can remember that. i just try a bunch of random shit until i finally get an î (140) and then i'm like oh yeah 140, duh. also even though i almost never type in spanish i will remember ñ (164) until the day i die. and of course all the acute accents in the 160s (á í ó ú, no é for some reason but as mentioned i have secret french knowledge that unlocks alt+130). i only needed to know the danish accented letters for like two weeks but occasionally i can come out with a æ (145), ø (0248), or å (134), usually by accident. this is what i'm using long-term storage for. i don't even know how to switch keyboards.

[bensboards]

andrew horowitz tally hall, with a side of fries if you will

Andrew Horowitz Themed Stimboard 🎹ˎˊ˗ with andrew, piano keyboards, green colored gifs, and a side of fries

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[seabirdtxt]

Wish Upon

Wanderer takes a chance at catching a fallen star and earning himself a blessing from Celestia. It may be his only true chance at obtaining a heart.

Notes: Stardust AU! no use of 'y/n'. only very vaguely related to actual Stardust, this will veer off into its own thing pretty quickly. :3c

WC. 1.4k

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For as long as he has existed, the puppet has wanted a heart. As time crawls on, he moves from one name to the next, each with its own lived experiences.

He is just a Wanderer, now. After everything, fate decided he still wasn’t done with the world just yet. In the wake of his defeat at the Traveler’s hands, and his subsequent ‘adoption’ by the Dendro archon, Wanderer thought his aspirations of obtaining a heart were behind him.

Until he hears the rumors of a star being knocked loose from the heavens.

There are all sorts of myths attached to falling stars, they are said to be manifestations of Celestia’s favor, granted to those who have earned a boon from divinity greater than even the archons. They come in the form of blessings of strength, in star-forged weaponry, incomparable wealth, and fame. A wish to be granted beyond the bearer’s wildest imagination.

Which is why, when Wanderer sees the star falter in the sky before beginning its descent, he decides he wants that blessing for himself.

The journey to the edge of Liyue is a blur, quite literally in Wanderer’s case as he rides the wind at the fastest speed he could muster. The shine of stargold in the distance growing ever fainter as he races toward it. Dawn is just beginning to break when finally, finally, he stumbles upon the crash site.

That’s where he sees you, standing amidst the rubble and overturned trees, sitting in the glowing crater and cradling a nasty gash on your head. A stranger, with strange clothes, and a strange, dim glow in the morning light.

For a moment he’s angry, wondering how you could have gotten here before him, before he is overtaken by reluctant concern. He allows himself to land, stepping lightly as he comes to your side.

“What’s wrong?” he asks none too gently, uncaring of being rude to a newcomer, and crossing his arms as a frown overtakes his features. He nearly startles when you look up at him, and the light from the rising sun makes it seem like your eyes shine.

“They attacked me,” you explain, sniffing sadly as you rub your injury, spreading blood over your skin with the careless motion. With a noise of disgust, Wanderer reaches down and yanks your hand away, ignoring your weak cry of protest, and cleans the blood from your head with the edge of his own sleeve.

“You’re going to make it worse, idiot,” he scoffs. After he’s sure you won’t try to touch the injury again, he rips a strip from his own sleeve and uses it to bandage your head with perfunctory gestures. When he’s done, he stands up straight and admires his own first aid skills. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of, who attacked you?”

You smile at him gratefully, running your fingertips along the edge of the cloth. You draw your hand away before he can berate you for touching the site again. “There were people, with masks on,” you tell him. “They took something very important from me…”

“Treasure hoarders,” Wanderer guesses, looking over the edge of the crater to see if the group had left any traces. “I’m assuming you’re talking about the fallen star, right? You’re pretty naïve at best to have come out here without a weapon or fighting experience, and you’re an imbecile at worst. Really, you’re just lucky they didn’t kill you outright for your stupidity.”

You don’t respond, biting your lip to hide the tremble as his harsh words wash over you. Wanderer almost falters at your pathetic expression, but catches himself before he can do anything irrational, like try to comfort you.

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, the bells on his head ringing in the early dawn. He turns and begins walking away with lazy strides. “I took care of you, so stop whining like a baby and go home, already. I’m going to go find those treasure hoarders. See ya.”

“Wait!” He hears you scramble behind him, but he doesn't bother turning around until you’ve caught up. “Wait, I have to come with you!”

Wanderer’s eyes narrow in annoyance. “I promise that you really don’t,” he snaps.

“What are you gonna do with a star-core by itself?” You counter, hands on your hips. “You’re looking to get a wish granted, right? A core on its own can’t do anything, someone has to wield it.”

“You mean like a catalyst?” Wanderer drawls while summoning his own weapon, the bell giving a faint chime.

“Sort of!” You nod hastily. “But each core is keyed to its specific owner, so you won’t be able to use it.”

“And how do I know you’re telling the truth?” Wanderer raises a single eyebrow, feeling the irritation bubble up further inside him. “For all I know, you could be after the star to take that wish for yourself. I won’t babysit you the whole way just for you to steal it from me at the last second.”

“We'll, if I’m lying, you can…” You trail off, gesturing wildly with open palms. “Leave me in the middle of nowhere! You said it yourself, I’m unarmed and helpless, and I have no way of knowing where you’d go. Please? I promise I’ll keep up!”

Wanderer doesn’t move as he gives you a long, considering look. In all honesty, if you do end up trying to rob him he knows you don’t actually stand a chance against him in a fight. The only thing he would have to lose, is time.

“Fine,” Wanderer turns away, resuming his pace. “Don’t slow me down, and don’t annoy me.”

There’s rapid footsteps as you hurry to fall into line beside him. “I get the feeling you’re the kind of guy who’s easily annoyed?” You ask, which Wanderer refuses to justify with a response.

For almost an hour the silence persists, to Wanderer’s relief. Tracking the treasure hoarders is a bit harder than he anticipated, finding traces of several individual groups scattered around the immediate area. Eventually, he deems one group of footprints as the most recent, and begins following them.

Most annoyingly, he cannot fly as long as you’re accompanying him. Well, he could, technically, but what if you’re telling the truth? He may need your help achieving his goal after all, so ditching you would do him no good. Besides, you’ve been behaving yourself so far. Relatively speaking.

He steals a glance in your direction, watching as you pick a leaf off some plant and put it in your mouth. He would be worried about potential poisoning, but he recognizes it as a berry plant, and he lets you chew on the leaf. He looks on with mild amusement as your face scrunches up and you open your mouth to stick your tongue out, carefully peeling the half-chewed leaf out of your mouth and putting it back on the ground.

“Having fun over there?” He asks, snickering as you jump in surprise at his sudden vocalization.

“I thought the leaf would taste as good as the fruit,” you reply with a shrug. “I tried a rock earlier, too, but it was too hard to properly crunch. It tasted like salt, though.”

“Are you a dog?? Stop putting random things in your mouth for no reason.” Wanderer sighs, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist. He drags you over to another plant, this one with a tall cluster of blue flowers on it. He picks a few leaves off and shoves them in your mouth just as you’re about to say something. “Here, have this one.”

He lets go of you as you chew on the leaves, a look of wonder on your face. You give him a broad grin, picking the rest of the leaves off the plant and holding them close to your chest.

“These ones taste good!” You say after swallowing. “What are they?”

Wanderer can only give you a blank stare. “Are you serious? You don’t know what mint is?”

“I don’t know what anything is!” You answer cheerfully, putting another mint leaf in your mouth. “I’ve never been here before!”

“What? You’re kidding, right?” Wanderer thinks he may be in over his head right now. He absolutely did not sign up for this. “But you know what salt is, you just admitted it yourself before!”

You laugh at his disbelieving expression. “Of course I know that! There’s salt in space.”

“Space?!”

“Uh-huh,” you nod quickly, seemingly oblivious to how confused Wanderer is becoming. “That’s where I’m from! You know, because I’m a star!”

You’re a what?!

[keirawantstocry]

hi hi its 💋anon yet again. Many soft kisses again, i legit started giggling so- twas amazing ty ty.

So Ive been having thoughts about how the general consesnsus is that Pac would silently move Tubbo to partner status. So like, Pac would be ecstatic, right? New partner Hell Yeah. I think Fit would catch on pretty quick and just double down. and i believe that Tubbo, while Not Really understanding whats Going on, would not say Anything. Why would he? then they might stop and while its confusing the affection is Nice alright?

Hope youre having a good day :>

oh 💋 anon, how i adore you. i hope YOU'RE having a good day :>

HIS ASS DOES NOT KNOW ITS A DATE 

“You're coming right?” Pac called to Tubbo who was currently slipping steel tipped boots on. 

“Yeah, I'm coming!” he called. Fit and Pac had invitéd him to dinner, it was kind of strange. But, he thought, surely they just wanted to talk and just happened to also be hungry. And they told him to wear a suit just because. 

They both looked him over when he finally stepped out, Fit with a low whistle and Pac with increasingly growing eyes. 

“You look sooooo good,” he said breathlessly and Tubbo flushed looking nervously over at Fit. 

“Haha uh thanks, man.” 

“So good,” Fit repeated and Tubbo burned under the heat of his gaze raking over his body. 

He just chucked to himself. They were surely pulling his leg. It's some kind of joke that they were checking him out like they truly wanted him, like he actually made their hearts race. 

Tubbo looked away. “Let's just go, yeah?” 

-

The restaurant was fancy, it made sense now why they had dressed up. Pac ordered wine for all of them and it came in tall thin glasses. As it was handed to him, Tubbo’s eyes went wide. He laughed softly. “It looks so fragile. I’m afraid I’m going to break it.” 

They both laughed. “Don’t worry,” Fit said. “If my metal hand can handle it without breaking it, I’m sure you can handle it as well.” 

Tubbo looked down at the menu and whistled. “This shit is expensive, I can't pay for this you guys.” 

They shushed him immediately. “We're paying,” Fit insisted.

“It's our treat,” Pac elaborated. 

Tubbo squirmed in his seat. “You guys don't have to do that.” 

“We insist,” Pac said. “You deserve it.” 

Tubbo squirmed under his gaze, remembering when Pac had said that same statement while kissing him silly. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on. How Pac claimed that Fit didn't care that they kissed. He didn't dare bring it up with Fit for fear of getting punched. 

He cleared his throat. “Okay then, let's eat yeah?” 

-

Dinner was delicious, he had to admit that. The wine was fruity and sweet, the meat was juicy and tender, and the talk was captivating. They talked for hours, long after their plates were clear and cleaned. Long after their drinks had been refilled again and again. As they got tipsy, then drunk and giggly. 

They went back to Fit's. Collapsed on his bed together. Pac cuddled as close to Tubbo as he could, fingers wandering all over his torso, legs locked around his. 

A real flush joined the wine drunk red on his face. “Feeling me up in front of your boyfriend? Wowwww.” 

Pac giggled, letting his hands wander even more. “He doesn't mind. Do you Fit?” 

Fit, who was currently standing, taking off the tie he was wearing, with a smile said, “No, I don't mind. With muscles like that I totally understand.” 

Tubbo giggled, drunkenly. “What the fuck,” he muttered. “Just. Let's sleep. I'm too tired to understand what is going on with you two.” 

Fit laid down beside them wrapping his arms around the both of them, and pulling a blanket up over them. “Yeah, let's sleep. Then we can all bitch about our hangovers in the morning, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Tubbo and Pac muttered in unison before Tubbo felt himself being pulled down into the depths of sleep. 

[tomfrogisblue]

Can't wait for tomorrow when a group of traumatized parents set eyes on something vaguely child-shaped and every single one of them loses their minds

[gasparodasalo]

Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) - Overture in the French Style for Harpsichord in b-minor, BWV 831, VIII. Echo. Performed by Andreas Staier, harpsichord.

[aroace-and-has-a-mace]

say it with me:

bisexuals/biromantics 👏 in 👏 opposite 👏 gender 👏 relationships 👏 are 👏 still 👏 bisexual/biromantic 👏

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[katabay]

monsieur. you are not polite.

The Three Musketeers, Alexandre Dumas (trans. Pevear)

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[gentlehue]

guys pls pray there r nice new people in my school next year because literally everyone in my class who i know is in my class is 1) a man 2) an opp

[jorisjurgen]

test exports of my animatic got me feeling unwell. (because they take 20 years to make)

[sandsucks]

who wants to see my bowl of stir fry udon i got yesterday and am still thinking about

[wormbraind]

very long oc + worldbuilding talk bc im bored

noam: mentioned him in the 'give me your jewish ocs' post. he can use the senses of anyone who perceives him à la mama mathers but can't hijack them the same way. he also can't block them out, which is a nightmare for an autistic kid. he's not super friendly because of this.

ronnie: obsessed with all things 80s. it is her raisin detre. massive people pleaser to the point where she has a very fragile sense of identity. her power is being able to alter her own biology (think amy dallon <3) which she mostly uses to change her own appearance, and for a while she literally cannot control it--she will spontaneously alter herself to look like what she thinks someone wants her to look like

bee: adopted by doomsday preppers at a young age. she's good at survival stuff but not so much with people and has spent her whole life in a constant state of stress. she could use a comfy blanket and some hot chocolate methinks. i don't have a good power for her yet sadly

the idea is like. entity gets bored and starts fucking with people, giving them small glimpses of its cosmic knowledge. in trying to find the perfect balance between 'alerting people to its existence' and 'driving them to instantly have a heart attack from the stress' it creates a hierarchy of 'messengers'. think, like, angels in christianity (sorry jews idk what we have going on with angels). the more insane enlightened ones have more direct communication with it because their brains have been rewired to such an extent that they can understand each other better. they also have more powers and are less involved with earthly affairs, while the more normal messengers send information up the ladder while dealing with humans. a cult forms around them and society everywhere just Shifts to be based around them because of the amount of power they have but it also starts falling apart.

my beautiful main characters who i love dearly get involved with the cult and become part of a program where the entity experiments with giving people new powers. it can do some that are in the basic messenger package (limited flight, glowing, telepathy) but it wants to figure out more. my darling mcs are relative successes and shenanigans ensue

the powers are basically designed to make them dependent on the cult, where higher ups can limit/disable their powers and guide them on how to use them. they are purposefully meant to be awful to have.

[svtskneecaps]

i think it's extremely funny that my only context for the tazercraft guys is "PACKAGE DEAL: DO NOT SEPARATE" and apparently their second day on the server separated them