You were great once. You were prideful and skillful and cruel. You still are these things, you think.
And maybe you can successfully drink and laugh and flirt and chase your pain away. But the person that you were grips your jaw and demands attention. You have no title to hide behind, no way to look away. You wouldn't deserve to.
They told you that you'd be great. It's time to face that you were never good.
hi there. so months ago i first played this game and it ended after the confrontation with the twins. now i randomly noticed, that it was updated 12 days ago on itch, which led me to replay it in hopes there would be more chapters/story. it sill ended at the same point. looking here on tumblr it seems that you are currently working on ch 6, which means atleast 5 chapters should be playable? this leads to my question: is/will there be a public release on itch? or will it be patreon only?
The update was tweaking links in the description since dashingdon had gone down! Sorry for any confusion.
For anyone who who has come here from Itch.io, the game is being ported and rewritten from Choicescript--the original demo was 5 chapters long and is currently inaccessible. As of now, I'm working on finishing Chapter 2 for the Twine demo, and simultaneously working on Chapter 6 (though that's more on the backburner as of now).
Only Chapter 1 is playable rn. Chapter 2 will be playable soon... and I intend to upload the OG Choicescript Demo onto cogdemos.ink again when I release Twine Chapter 2 (which has the original 1-5 chapters).
The rewritten twine demo will be free and still have chapters 1-5! Hopefully this clears things up? Let me know if there are any more questions! :)
As many of you know, When Twilight Strikes is coming up on its anniversary. I like to celebrate the event on the day I posted my intro post, rather than the day the first demo came out, purely because it feels like that was the day the concept of WTS was birthed into the world. Which means on February 24th, this project will officially turn 4 years old!! Crazy.
To celebrate, I toyed with the idea of releasing extra stories as I've done before, but I didn't want to be put off track of Chapter 12 again, so, instead, I'll be hosting an artist event where you can post your creations to be entered to win some prizes!!
RULES
Limit two entries per user. Winners will be decided in a draw.
The entry must fall under one of the prompts listed.
The entry must be tagged under #WTS4Year.
All forms of art count, including (but not limited to) drawings, paintings, comic strips, fanfics, music creations and more. Feel free to message me for clarification!
PROMPTS
CHAPTER: Give your version or interpretation of an existing scene. For example, portray meeting Mirai from Chapter 7 in a visual form or from another character's POV.
FRIENDSHIP: Display the friendship between your hunter and one or more ROs, canon or non-canonical. It could be a comedic approach or something more heartwarming.
ROMANCE: Depict a romance between your hunter and an RO. You could show a domestic scene further into the relationship or your interpretation of how they'll get together.
FREEFORM: If none of the prompts speak to you, feel free to come up with something else <3
PRIZES
1st Place (1 Winner): A personalized drabble with an RO of your choice + a 1-month subscription to the highest tier on my Patreon*
2nd Place (2 Winners): A 1-month subscription to the highest tier on my Patreon*
3rd Place (2 Winners): A 1-month subscription to the second highest tier on my Patreon*
*If the winner is already subscribed, an alternative prize can be discussed.
I look forward to seeing all your creations! Thank you for all your support throughout the years. I'm so incredibly grateful for everything and what this story has become. Talk to you soon <3
Okay, so we know how all the RO's would act if they told the Commander they wish they'd never met them. How would they react if it was the Commander saying it to THEM?
ohOHHOHO--
Vethna: "I wish I never met you."
You just said something irreversible, and you know it the second the rage on Vethna's face fades entirely into nothing but... confusion. A flurry of emotions pass through Vethna's eyes, and you can do nothing but sit there as you watch them pass you by: denial, fear, dread, panic.
"...what?" Vethna whispers. You can barely hear it from the way their voice wavers, and the pain in their eyes is enough to have your heart threatening to break in half.
"Vethna, I--"
They're not even listening to you. You can see from the hazed look in their eyes that the words are just repeating in their head over and over and over again-- recognize it from all the times you've gone through it yourself. I wish I never met you. I wish I never met you. I wish I never met you.
You take a step towards them and they take a stumbling step back, still not looking at you even when they raise a hand as if to warn you to keep back.
They squeeze their eyes shut before they suck in a shuddering breath... and then they walk right past you and out of the room.
Nikke: "I wish I never met you."
"Bullshit," Nikke sneers. He takes a large step towards you, lips curled in a snarl that reveals his fangs as he looms over you.
"I'm serious, Nikke."
He tilts his head mockingly, that malicious, condescending smile on his face. "Oh? That so? Let me guess--" he grabs hold of your shoulders, gently pushes you back so you stumble back a few steps-- "you hate me too, hm?"
He's baiting you, goading you to push this further... but that's the thing. You don't think there's a thing you could say to him that would ever make him turn his back on you.
Your single second of hesitance has him pausing on his otherwise relentless onslaught of attacks, the anger in his eyes fading as the hands on your shoulders squeeze slightly before sliding down your arms as he looks you over in that way that has your throat going tight-- the way that he looks at you and no one else.
You’re not used to this-- not used to someone taking the ugly and bad with just as much enthusiasm as they take the good... but then again, Nikke has never exactly been the traditional type.
Jost: “I wish I never met you.”
“You wouldn’t be the first,” Jost laughs, and you can’t tell if it’s genuine, condescending amusement she feels at your words of if you can detect a hint of sadness somewhere within her voice. Either way-- she stalks right up to you as if you’re a mouse caught within her claws as she grabs hold of your chin. “And yet you can’t walk away from me...” she drags her thumb over your lower lip, green gaze going up to your eyes. “Can you?”
You hate that she's right. You hate that you can’t deny it without looking like a liar. So you do the next best you can and look away from her, scowling.
She huffs a quiet laugh before she’s pulling you closer, dragging her fangs over your lip and kissing you. Her grip is strong and tight as her claws dig into the fabric of your shirt as if horrified by the time she pulls away you’ll somehow have managed to disappear... and for as sly and coy as she acts, you can feel her emotions for what they truly are when your hands reluctantly settle on her hips.
Fear. It’s crippling, anxiety-inducing fear. Deep down... well, deep down you think she believes the words you’ve spoken to be more true than you do-- that you meeting her really was a mistake.
Amilia: "Don't," Amilia croaks. Her hands are balled into fists at her side as she glares at the ground. She shakes her head once. "Don't say it."
Her voice cracks, and that should stop you, make you falter... but instead it eggs you on, the anger within you shivering in delight at the prospect of winning-- of overpowering her.
"I wish I never met you."
It's silent. You could almost say the birds went quiet as the words hang in the air, Amilia's unblinking eyes focused on the ground still, shoulders winding up before sagging entirely.
You're taken aback by the silent rage in her eyes when she looks up at you again, and for once you are reminded that Amilia is a fae. Capable of chewing you up and spitting you back out again while laughing the entire time.
"I don't understand you." She sounds helpless... angry... confused, as she throws her hands out as if its a plea before they fall right back to her side. You shake your head, but before you can so much as ask "what?" she's speaking again. "You say things just to hurt me," she states. "All humans do. It's as if you can't help but try to ruin the things most important to you." She tilts her head ever so slightly, and you're surprised by the amount of condescension that's hidden in the subtle gesture. "It's all you know how to do... isn't it?”
It's not a question. It's a realization. And she sounds just as forlorn as you feel about it.
Sabir: "I wish I never met you."
Sabir doesn't flinch you say the words. In fact, he doesn't react at all, that patient understanding expression remaining on his face as unyielding as ever. For once you just want him to snap-- to not be so perfect all the time. You take a step closer to him, and he does nothing but watch you.
“Did you hear me?” You ask.
“I did.”
Two words and two words only-- and yet the tone they are spoken in almost has you feeling like a chastised child for behaving the way you are now.
He clasps his hands together in front of himself and tilts his head to the side, looking down at you. “Even if you do regret meeting me,” Sabir says, “I could never regret meeting you.” The corner of his lips quirk upwards. “Not even if you hurled all the insults in the world at me.”
Your brows furrow, and something within you tells you to back away: to retreat. He is too kind, too patient. The way he looks at you even now is too soft.
Too good. He’s too good. Too good for someone like you.
Syfyn: “I wish I never met you.”
“You don’t think I know that?” Syfyn snips. She’s been pulling at her hair as you’ve argued, and you watch as she rips out a few blonde strands when she yanks her hands downwards, turning to face you with wide, violent eyes. She’s filled to the brim with some kind of desperate rage that you couldn’t begin to understand even if you wanted to, pupils pinpricks in a sea of silver as her feathers ruffle out behind her.
And yet, it is not her frazzled appearance that has you taking a step back but her words.
Of all responses... you somehow hadn’t imagined this one. You don’t think I know that. Her voice plays on repeat in your head-- the crack in her voice as she yelled at you, the way her sentence threatened to turn into a sob.
For one, horrifying second you don’t think she’s going to fight. Not for you. Not for herself. Not for either one of you, and more certainly not for whatever it was... is... that you have left between you.
But then you see her lower lip wobble, watch as it turns into a grimace and a sharp inhale as her shoulders rise up, her face turning to the side. Her wings curl around her body and nearly shut you out entirely as her talons rip into her skin to keep from crying.
Tired. She is so tired-- just as tired as you are.
And you realize now it’s not that she won’t fight.
It’s that she can’t.
Mystery RO: “I wish I never met you.”
Freedom doesn’t move from where they rest their chin on their hand, watching you from under half-lidded eyes. They hum at the statement, and for a moment you think they simply ignored you thanks to how hazy their gaze is until they speak up.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know you’re lying,” they drawl, tapping the side of their head and raising a brow at you as if it’s obvious... likely because it is. You feel helpless-- trapped-- and you realize it’s not even them that you’re angry at. They’ve done nothing to you. It’s... it’s this. This relationship where they seemingly hold each and every single card because all of yours are already face up on the table no matter what you do.
And so you do what any animal does when it’s cornered. Snap. Play dirty. Do the one thing that you know will make Freedom helpless to you.
You imagine them in your head as your anger twists them to be-- manipulative, cruel, fake, using you. You know they’ll morph exactly into what you want-- just how a good Wykna is supposed to: forced to.
“Stop.”
You’ve never heard them sound like this before-- and you realize the monosyllable sounds like a plea more than anything as they rise to stand suddenly, claws digging into the table they sat at. Their eyes are wide as they look at you, and the look in them has you stopping completely.
They’re scared.
The silence that stretches between you is heavy and distant. You crossed a line. Pushed it too far.
“I...” You don’t know what you’re going to say... and luckily for you, they disappear into a flurry of dust before you can so much as croak out the rest of your fumbling excuse.
HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT
If you're a writer you're supposed to write a lot of bullshit. It's part of the gig. You have to write a lot of absolute garbage in order to get to the good bits. Every once in a while you'll be like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time writing bullshit," but that's dumb. That's exactly the same as an Olympic runner being like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time running all those practice laps"
i like to play a detective that's very friendly, but when it comes to situations of great danger or distress they uncharacteristically try to keep their emotions in check, but they eventually bubble out and get too much. i say this because usually this type of personality is impossible to play in games where i have to choose one trait, but not in yours! i like that there's different choices and attributes that let me lead with those that don't change so i don't have to stay one dimensional in others. that's what i appreciate most about this series, super awesome and thought out!
What an incredible message! Thank you SO much!
And I totally know what you mean! It’s exactly why I write Wayhaven the way I do :D
As a player, my character doesn’t always react one personality type to every situation. People react differently under stress, or in love, or when faced with emotional moments.
I’m hoping I can give the range to let people explore that with their characters- and this kind of message makes me know it’s worth that effort!
Thank you so, so much again for the wonderful message! It means so much <3
Very excited for the rewrite of @exilethegame! This was based on a random-song prompt where I got Tilt by In Flames, reminded me of the commander and their relationship to.. their mother? Their country? Duty? Is there a difference
Interactive Fiction Community Raffle for Palestine!
Over 50 authors and artists from the Interactive Fiction community here on tumblr have come together to offer an array of prizes for a focused donation drive! We are aiming to raise as much money as possible for five families who are currently trying to evacuate Gaza. These fundraisers have been vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi (thank you for your hard work!)
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Crown of Ashes and Flames is a fantasy interactive fiction game, free to play on pc and mobile. You play as the only remaining member of the royal family of Vesphire; living in the home of the man who took away everything from you.
It is currently in development and each chapter will be released as they are finished.
The war had taken everything from you.
King Luceris had taken everything from you.
You were just nine years old when all of this happened. One moment you were in your room sleeping and the next you were walking through smoke and ash trying to find your parents.
Love, he said, was the reason he started the war. Ironically, you lost everything you loved but you also lost yourself when he let you survive and dragged you away to his home.
In a new Kingdom with no one on your side what choices will you make to survive? Who will you become?
Inside of you, there’s something burning for revenge and there’s only one thing I want to tell you. Let it out.
Content Warning: This game is rated MA-17. Depictions of violence, injuries and blood, and death; trauma, depictions of mental health challenges, child marriage, psychological horror, animal cruelty, and optional sexual content. Player discretion is advised.
The story starts in the Kingdom of Vesphire, a fictional kingdom within a fantasy universe, but it truly begins in the Kingdom of Rosea.
The two kingdoms are situated in a world that was blessed by the gods, the lands were filled with magic and beasts of wonder. For unknown reasons the gods abandoned the realm taking everything they had brought with them while the beasts moved to forests and the sea. Anywhere that was far from civilization.
You were born and raised in Vesphire until tragedy struck and you were taken away to Rosea. Contrary to the snowy lands of Vesphire, Rosea was tropical in the north and temperate in the south with mountains surrounding the lane.
The Kingdom is a colorful land with green scenery contrasts to its large white buildings. The streets are always busy from early mornings to the late nights, and filled with calls from the shopkeepers from their wooden stalls with sun-faded striped fabric or blue tarps above it. It is truly a lively place.
The ruler of this kingdom is none other than Luceris De Rosea. He is the man who led destruction right onto your home, he is the one whom all of Rosea admire. The land is immensely beautiful but many of it's people harbor great hatred towards you due to you being the last royal of Vesphire.
✧ Play as the royal of your own making:
Name [including nicknames]
Gender [male, female and nonbinary options]
Pronouns [choose a preset or set your own]
Personality [develop personality traits that will influence event sequences and the behavior of other characters towards you]
Appearance [including scars and tattoos]
✧ Develop deeper relationships with the characters, each with their own themes and stories, and find romance.
✧ Build rapport with characters from all over the continent, aid them with their problems or use them as a pawn in your story.
✧ Build a codex as you explore the world that surrounds you; encounter people, places, history and magic.
✧ Encounter important timed choices with alternative results if time runs out or you choose to abstain.
The characters in this list are those with whom you can form a deeper relationship, whether it be platonic or romantic. While all characters are available to everyone, only Hunter is gender selectable.
It is important to note that these characters are not the only ones of significance.
Fadiya Akter - The Royal Mage’s daughter, and one of the only people that doesn’t have something against you. She’s cheerful, talkative and kind - like a fairy. Fiercely loyal to you, to the point that she gets into trouble just to defend you even in court. She is a powerful mage just like her mother. She is one year younger than you.
Helios De Rosea - The Crown Prince of Rosea, and the child of the man that destroyed your home. He has a radiating smile that instantly brightens up the room, like sunshine itself. He is the hero of all fairytales, the boy with a golden spirit full of light and hope. He keeps his distance from you, after all you are the last royal of Vesphire. He is one year older than you.
Hunter Oakes - Crown Prince’s shield and Sir Lancelot’s ward. Easygoing and reckless; their serene smile puts everyone at ease. They’re loyal to the hand that feeds them but understand what you went through was an injustice. They are four years older than you.
Soarine De Norazaan - Eldest daughter of the King of Norazaan, and an envoy to Rosea. Her smile is charming and practiced, she has a vixen-like personality. Soarine wishes to take the throne and better her kingdom, her desire for the throne is underlined by a thirst for revenge against the people in her kingdom who have forgotten their own history. She is one year older than you.
Vincent Annora - Son of the current General of the Imperial Army and the one who will take her position in the future. The perfect example of what a knight should be. He is very guarded and passionately protective of the people he cares about, he may seem rough around the edges but has a gentler side to him at times. He dislikes you due to his mother’s own hatred towards you and your late family. He is two years older than you.
Thank you for reading!
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