#work in progress tag game

[haedia]

Asking about Oops saved minrathous!!! For the wip game!!!

-rookamell

So, this one is the most rough, just verbal sketching at the moment. The Rook in this one may or may not end up being Kiore (my canon Rook) in a different timeline. I'm leaning towards a different Rook at this moment, though. Still a Veil Jumper but much more in tune with Spirits. She can perceive Spite more than my other Rooks. And early in the game events, she impresses upon both Spite and Lucanis that she will keep an eye on him and offers her company at nights when Spite wants to go on walks. So there's a rapport between Rook and Spite early. Lucanis relaxes more and kind of starts to trust in both of them a bit earlier.

And then the dragons attack. Rook picks Minrathous. Because she knows what happens when that Tevinter is in power. Her people don't have their homelands anywhere because of that Tevinter. They're still not safe because of that Tevinter.

Here are some of the rough, unrefined "sketches":

First up is Lucanis' recounting part of his attempts to stop the dragon, this being well after the events. They're going in the direction of reconciling:

"Spite and I tried. We tried to reach the dragon but it flew ever higher and we could not keep up. The air was too thin. Even Assan was unable to reach it. Always out of range. A mockery. We couldn’t force it to land. We couldn’t harry it or lead it anywhere. " She had seen him soar on the battlefield but never to such heights. It broke her heart again to consider the lengths he went to to force it to land.

Lucanis is angry about everything that happened but he turns a lot of it inward on himself. It becomes more about his own failings to stop the devastation than Rook's impossible choice. He doesn't really begrudge her for it. But the feelings he does have are knotty and dense and hard to untangle.

"And, in the aftermath. The Blight, the death. I did what I could. I had to. I couldn’t leave when my city needed me. And there you were, rallying support, setting up supply lines through the Crossroads. Always there. I was grateful. I am grateful. But the resentment came unbidden. I had to withdraw further. And it’s not fair, what I felt towards you. Not anger. Never anger. Not really. Just grief and resentment. And pain for what we had, what I thought we’d never have again. I still wanted to be there with you. I still want to be there with you. But I don’t deserve it. "I lashed out at you. You’re right. I was trying to hurt myself more by pushing you further away."

(in the actual fic, these won't just be giant blocks of dialogue. Not all of it will be present in the end and there will be actions/descriptions breaking it up. This is just to sketch the emotional state he's in)

Earlier, before they've reconciled more and they're both angry at each other, Rook has some of this to say to him about what he's doing to himself in his grief:

"You don’t always need a whip for self-flagellation, you know. Punishing yourself with blistered palms or overworked muscles is just as effective. And why leave your body alone to suffer when you can, instead, fill your mind and heart with loathing for all the things you failed to do?  It makes for a neat package, right? A box full of hatred and worthlessness and shame. Wrapped snug in regret and bound together by the justification that you deserve it all. And worse. But who does that help? What purpose is there in bleeding yourself dry?" Lucanis roars a thing back at her

Spite ends up bringing Lucanis to her, out of fear that he's going to harm himself and that kind of jolts Lucanis out of the worst of it: that the demon could see more clearly what he was doing to himself than he would allow.

Some other highlights: thanks to contact with Antoine and Evka, Rook is able to rope in the help of Warden Surana to set up relief efforts on Treviso. She has her own contingent of Wardens to assist in her research and she employs them in helping secure a better base of operations for Blight relief.

The fic is planned to be long since it takes a long time for Rook and Lucanis to reconcile given everything that happened but they will, in the end.

WIPs listed are from this post

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[sadagios]

my right hand man.

+ some really really rough sketches of duos for the au. if you cant figure whats going on with the sketches, dont worry, i cant either.

[virgil-630]

Almost completely finished with the background and even rendered all five dudes in the back

You don't want to know what size brush I used for this

I'm starting to see the end of this whole mess, and it can't help but make me happy

[blood-teeth]

E N T E R T H E L A B Y R I N T H

In the Labyrinth, they talk of gods.

They whisper between their fingers and sweeten their breath with the tales of titans of old who once stood so tall that a single breath would cause earth-tremors, their steps reshaping the ground trod beneath them. Their fingers were the tools that smoothed the mountains into points, shaped and carved the ridges and valleys in between. If you hike far enough, one woman claims, if you travel to a point where the oxygen is thin and your vision blacks, you can make out a partial print against the mountainside. You can run your own fingers along its length and still feel the titan’s warmth as if his palm were pressed right against yours.

The woman says, It is a thing of worship. It is a thing of devotion.

In the Labyrinth, they ask you to make your body anew before the King of the High Hills. They say that you are alive because you must suffer for the life and love of the Lord, that you must open your body and let him lick along your flesh so that he may taste the endlessness of his perpetual reign.

In the Labyrinth, there is no escape from his touch.

“You have a heavy burden upon you,” the headmaster was saying, teeth and eyes all a glitter under the amber cast candles. “I am not unsympathetic to the arduous path ahead of you—but please understand that this suffering must be experienced for the longevity of the king, for the beautiful life ahead of him. Only he is the one who can shed mortality and raise to the gods, because he is the only one strong enough, courageous enough, to count the cost of living forever. You must succeed where others have failed. You, this class, this is our last chance to mend what has been made broken. You must. You must.”

The Mouths of Elysium is a dark-academia fantasy created with Twine where your choices matter to the story. You live inside the Labyrinth, a maze that hates to become known with walls and paths that change every hour. The center of the Labyrinth sits a university that has been there since the beginning of time; its only purpose is to recruit students who can solve the puzzle of life, who can create an elixir that would allow the King of the High Hills to live past the length of forever. Failure means a fate worse than death.

You are one of those students.

Althea Callaghan - You know her in death. She has been the taste of rot against your tongue, the anger and hurt in your palms. You see the nice, beautiful lines of her teeth and become a creature of grief unfolding unto yourself. Debase yourself with the fervent want of her. Bend at your waist and beg for forgiveness.

You hate her. You want to watch her bleed. She feels the exact same about you, but what she doesn't know is that every waking moment of your life is dedicated to her.

The Princess/Prince - The forgotten child of the throne. The 405th child of His glorious reign. Divinity runs through their veins, the heir to so much power, but they will never see themselves rule the unforgiving landscape of the Labyrinth. Their fate is to die and be buried amongst the endless graves of their dead brothers and sisters. They must do this so the King may live forever.

A fully customizable MC including gender, appearance, and sexuality

A landscape of horror. A landscape that hates you and everyone who might try to understand it. Go beyond the walls and be witness to a reality worse than death

Key choices that will influence your game and experience. Will you succeed or fail?

Learn what it means to be forgiven. Learn what it means to suffer. Become devotion. Become loyalty. Make your body anew before the King of the High Hills

DEMO (updated 6/10/24)

[mqchiatto]

wip!!!

[mibkid]

messy fairy Hyrule sketches etc

I made his sleeves a bit too long.... Fairy Hyrule sketches w and without color and here: a wip underneath

trying my best here, coloring is difficult hahaha.

fairy Hyrule is taking up my brain a little.

Ah right: i still gotta draw Hyrule with a wheel of cheese! (he deserves cheese ok, he got bottled for gosh sake!)

[sekanithezombie]

Finished WIP that I forgot to post :P

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @heatherthetiredwriter I am always down for a WiP tag game 😜

Simple and straightforward: share the last line you wrote in your wip and tag as many people as there are words.

One tribe was in person, the other linked in via comm and present only by means of monochromatic hologram.

No pressure tagging: @seleneisrising @corellianhounds @kanerallels @desertbeskar @the-kittylorian-writes @visitbespin @annonymus07 @theartsalsa @sotvtaughtmehowtofeel (that’s probably not technically as many tags as there are words… but it looks right)… and, of course, anyone else is most welcome to jump in. I tagged you too 😉

[carlossreaders]

WIP WEDNESDAY

i finally finished tk 🫡💪

thanks for the tags!! @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm

no pressure tags! @goodways @lightningboltreader @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @liminalmemories21 @orchidscript @three-drink-amy @honeybee-taskforce @pimento-playing-hopscotch @herefortarlos @sapphic--kiwi @emsprovisions @ironheartwriter @tellmegoodbye @the-126-family @captain-gillian @butchreyes @chicgeekgirl89 @eclectic-sassycoweyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @bonheur-cafe @decafdingo @nisbanisba @henrygrass @nancys-braids @irispurpurea @everlastingday @carlos-tk @orchidscript @literateowl @theghostofashton + open tag!!

[animasola86]

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[haedia]

WIP folder tag game

rules:

1. make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

2. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

3. tag as many people as you have WIPs

So, full disclosure, I just saw this and wanted to do it 'cause I think it will make me actually work on these more since they've been collecting dust for the most part?

Here are my canon Rook/Kiore Aldwir-focused WIPs (Rookanis):

A Trip Home

Oops, Saved Minrathous and Now the Demon Boy is Sad (actual title to be determined later)

Poem for Kissing Triptych (poem to accompany an art piece I have plans to do)

Velvet and Black Satin

Currently Untitled Veilguard Thing -- Modern Thedas AU Shenanigans

Catching Crows -- Modern Thedas AU Shenanigans

Here are my Nera Aldwir/Kiore's cousin-focused WIPs (endgame Elek x Nera x Illario, though mostly Nera x Illario since Elek is kinda busy for awhile post-game):

First Time with Elek (this one is titled but I'm holding it close to my chest)

2nd Time with Elek

Earlier Time with Illario (This one is set the night Lucanis leaves on his ill-fated contract)

Elek meets Illario for real, post-game

Turbo Slut Saves Thedas (this is mostly notes and some dialogue)

Anyway. Feel free to ask about any of them. I'll share bits that I like and that will hopefully be encouraging to put my efforts into it more (especially since I'm going on a trip at the end of the month that I don't want to do and it'll be a nice distraction)

As for tagging: Uh, if you like this and wanna participate, consider this an official tag. I'd love to see what you have in your folders, too, and would appreciate the tag back so I can see/respond. But otherwise, it's no biggie/no pressure. c:

[kcamberart]

A random assortment of major characters from my current project! Can't show off everyone because spoilers, but you'll see them when you see them.

[obligatory demo link here]

[redheadsramblings]

WIP Whenever

Got tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter for this and here we go

This is from a, well not a secret project, but I'm not going to tell you what it's about, you'll have to wait till it's finished 😉

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Manfred stood on the sand long after his new friend had gone. He watched the Moon start to rise and hissed sadly. Manfred was sad. He liked his new friend. She was fun. And curious like him. She was bright with it. Like Emmrich was.

But Emmrich had run away and made their new friend sad. She'd cried. Her tears were pretty.

He gathered up as many as he could find by the faint moonlight and put them in his bucket. Maybe if he showed them to Emmrich he'd be less sad.

Manfred didn't like it when Emmrich was sad. He was sad a lot now.

They'd been together a long time. He remembered when Emmrich looked like he did before he joined the others. They scared Manfred. They were old. And cold.

Not like Emmrich. Emmrich was warm. But he'd been getting colder, like the others. Sometimes he wasn't Emmrich. Not Manfred's Emmrich.

Manfred's Emmrich liked tea. And books. And flowers. The other Emmrich didn't seem to like anything. He wasn't as bright as Manfred's Emmrich.

Though he'd been Manfred's Emmrich more since they came here. He'd been bright and curious again. He'd laughed again. The proper laugh. Not the other one. The sad one.

Emmrich said he wasn't sad, but Manfred knew he was. After all, Manfred knew Emmrich best. Emmrich was silly if he thought Manfred didn't.

The tears made a rattling in the bucket. They sounded like Manfred's bones, but not exactly. He shook the bucket and hissed happily at the sound.

Then he was sad. They were his new friend's sadness. But they made him happy. But sad. Like the new pretty she'd given him.

He opened his palm and studied the new pretty. She's said to use it if he needed her. How did he know if he needed her, though?

Was needing the same as wanting? He wanted to play in the water together again. It was fun. All whoosh and splash, and the water sparkled in the air.

Emmrich would know the difference, he decided. And she'd told him to go find Emmrich. His new friend said Emmrich needed Manfred. Of course, he needed Manfred.

That's why Manfred was here. Why he was Manfred and not just Curiosity. Because Emmrich needed him.

So he would go to Emmrich. He'd be at the house with the pretty blue door. It wasn't home. But it was home. Because that's where Emmrich was.

Manfred walked back towards the rocks where they'd met their new friend and collected Emmrich's staff. It was where he'd left it, leaning against the rock when they'd had to take their new friend into the water so she wouldn't be sick any more.

Then he went back down the beach where they'd started their beach visit and gathered up the towel, Emmrich's book and the soft canvas bag they'd come to the beach in. Folding the towel and putting it and the book in the bag and placing it in his chest cavity. Picking up the staff again, he then started back up the path between the dunes, picking up Emmrich's still wet waistcoat where it had dropped on the path and putting it in his bucket. It meant the pretties didn't rattle as much, but that was OK. He could make them rattle once he'd helped Emmrich.

As the sun began to set, Manfred walked up to the little house with the pretty blue door. He was perturbed to see no lights on, but he knew Emmrich didn't really need them. Neither did he, but Emmrich liked to "keep up appearances where one can." Manfred didn't really understand what that meant, but it made Emmrich happy, and that was all that mattered.

Pushing the door open, Manfred saw sandy footprints travelling deeper into the house. Putting the various bundles and bags by the door, he closed it behind him and called out for Emmrich.

"Hello?"

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I've not done Manfred POV before, it was a lot of fun 💚💀💚

Tagging with no pressure @serstolas @scottysketches @ollypopwrites @starfleetteddybear @guacamolleee @paramortality @sunny374940 @andthekitchensinkao3 @mercars-musings @spinfins and anyone else that sees this and wants a go tag you're it 😁

[virgil-630]

Finally getting around to working on something together with @evilwy

[tag-if]

UPDATE ;

i've slowed down working on TAG again, just a little, since i'm reworking some stuff in the later chapters (+ some chara designs)

HOWEVER

i've started working on a second project, and i've fully finished the prologue + am at the editing stage for chapter 1 — i want to get up to chapter 3 to the editing stage before i make a post (or more likely a separate blog, which I'll repost here), but that shouldn't take me too long at this point