The Rogue Trader Gift Exchange is a curated event within the community, produced by @jaal-ama-daravv. A Gift Exchange is an event where you are tasked to create either a piece of art or fanfiction of your choosing based on a provided prompt. Participants are paired with another by Jaal based on interests, requests, and boundaries.
Registration is OPEN—Closing on April 25th
➡️ [JOIN HERE]
• What is the Rogue Trader Gift Exchange?
• Gifts are due November 1st
• 13 Prizes Available—View
• Interactive Events as your RT
What is the theme?
Past/Future
Explore your Rogue Trader's life before or after the events of game.
🗓️ Key Dates:
Registration Opens—March 28th
Registration Closes—April 25th
Assignments Sent—May 10th
Gifts Due—November 1st
Gift Exchange Live Reveal Cinematic—November 28th
All levels of creativity are welcome and encouraged to take part
Registration is OPEN—Closing on April 25th
➡️ [JOIN HERE]
• What is the Rogue Trader Gift Exchange?
• Gifts are due November 1st
• 13 Prizes Available—View
• Interactive Events as your RT
The Rogue Trader Gift Exchange is a curated event within the community, produced by @jaal-ama-daravv. A Gift Exchange is an event where you are tasked to create either a piece of art or fanfiction of your choosing based on a provided prompt. Participants are paired with another by Jaal based on interests, requests, and boundaries.
Let's view some of the ART entries from the IMMATERIUM Gift Exchange to give you a taste!
From LEFT to RIGHT
@kaisermakes created ART for @redbatchedcumbermayned
@theevilscribbler created ART for @ladychimaera-d
@mayoonrices created ART for @direweather
From LEFT to RIGHT
@ezfimods created ART for @wisdomisadumpstat
@shounengirlart created ART for @pheedraws
@arcandoria created ART for @maggotknight
From LEFT to RIGHT
@samekohi created ART for @mielenrauhaashaikan
@joyfultorture created ART for @kaisermakes
@mynoodlesdoodles created ART for @atomeja
And that's just a small portion of the 115 gifts we created for the prior Immaterium Gift Exchange.
So let's make sure you don't miss out on this one—Rogue Trader.
Thank you for the tag @amasec ^^ This tidbit is the direct result of a conversation I had with @nusaran >.>
Context and a few explainations :
Somewhere mid/late act 2. During a warp jump, a demon decides it will be fun to play with Lilian's guilt and trauma and things go very very very south.
Theses symbols [ ] mean Lilian is using her throat vox-speaker (yes, it is functional, I didn't put it in artworks just because it was a cool idea)
These symbols <> mean Lilian is speaking her mothertongue, Old Ambervalian (which is apparently italian *shrug*)
*Italian for "my heart" or "heart of mine"
Various boots and knees and backs - and sometimes faces - swirled around her in rapid succession but she couldn’t make anything out of it. She knew it was quick because that was what you would expect in such circumstances but, to her, everything was distant, slow. Voices and heels clacking on the ground were muffled to her ears and she was having the general sensation to drift away into an immeasurable deep ocean.
Her bio-engineered body was fighting desperately to keep her alive. Several notifications were appearing on her oculars indicating some emergency stims she didn’t know about flooded her system with substances to increase blood clotting or ease her breathing.
Yet she suffocated and coughed blood.
It didn’t matter. Soon her life will end and pain will fade away, at last.
The air around became cold and frost formed on the plastasteel as some pressure was exerted onto her breast. Lilian rolled her head with difficulty as if her body was weighing tons. She met a sight she didn’t think would have the chance to see again.
Not after killing him twice.
Gauthier was here in his magnificent uniform where crimson red, jet black and shining silver intertwined. No rosette was dangling at his chest. Along with the unnatural cold that always followed him, she knew this time was no illusion. His pale face with an eagle profile, framed with ear-long dark hair, was twisted in a grimace of anxiety. She could see his lips moving, revealing intermittently his beautiful hypertrophied canines, but no sound reached her.
[It’s you…It’s really you…] The vox-speaker at her throat creaked and crackled, awakened from its slumber for the first time in ages, compensating for her congested weakened vocal cords. The “voice” produced was as synthetic and emotionless as were the ones of the Priesthood of Mars, yet there was an unmistakable longing and sadness filling it.
Her left hand brushed his face, covering it with her blood. [Hush. Fear not. I’m coming… The Stars be praised, soon we will be together again <cuore mio*>.]
The man above her, former Lord-Inquisitor of a minor Ordo, became agitated - even more - , his hands still pressing the wound. He said something that got lost in the space between them. It puzzled Lilian. Why did he seem so bothered ? He was waiting for her on the other side, wasn’t he ?
Her body was becoming increasingly numb as she drifted deeper into the bottomless sea. Her hand slided from Gauthier’s cheek to his chest where it clung to an invisible necklace. The woman frowned. She tightened her grip as hard as possible, feeling some pointy spikes piercing her flesh and shut her eyes close for a second before opening them back. Her mind was asking for nothing but bliss and oblivion so it took a tremendous effort to focus and not drift away.
Her lips parted in surprise, bubbling of blood, as she recognised Heinrix’s rosette.
So, it was a lie after all.
She had lost him three times…
Vanquished by exhaustion and sorrow, Lilian let herself fall into unconsciousness.
I wasn't tagged specifically but @amasec said anyone reading his latest WIP could join sooo, here I am \o/
As usual I have a trillion of fics in progress and I bounce between all of them. Here's a bit of the most recent work session I've done :
His attention snapped back into the present when he registered a deliberate slow motion of her hand. Lilian’s irises flared, still intently locked on his face. “I am not going to cause you any harm. I swear.” she said, the voice neutral yet filled with resolve.
This close the Interrogator was front row to see the process at work when she was conjuring her “Weapons of the Soul” as she was calling them. So far, he had seen it happening only a handful of times and in the heat of battle : the light ignited around her solar plexus threading into her hand where it solidified as a blade, a shield or a gun, according to her fancy. What were the rules and limits of this power was still unclear to him but he knew she could make it happen very fast.
Here, however, she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to stab him or whatever, here. The thread made of light meandered lazily to her opened hand where it lengthened and thickened until it became a simple, blunt stick. As for every other weapon Heinrix had seen in her hand, this one seemed to be made out of silver and gold with intricate and delicate design.
He tightened his grip on the Immaterium, ready to strike at the first provocation but also curious of what she was trying to accomplish. She handed him the stick and waited for Heinrix to seize it, making him frown, puzzled.
“What … ?”
“I don’t have any troth stronger than this one.” She cut him. “It is one no Ambervalian pronounces lightly for perjury forfeit the soul. And I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy way. It forfeits the soul, straight up.”
His eyes shifted back and forth between the weapon - if you could call it that way - and her face deadly serious. Unsure what to do, he reminded himself that the only thing preventing Lilian from falling was his hand on her collar and he could still make her heart explode in the blink of an eye with his biomancy if she tried anything fishy.
His hand gripped the stick tightly. Whatever he had expected to happen was definitely not that weird, odd sensation of clutching a beating heart. Her heart he realized with horror as Lilian emitted a grunted whimper. The Interrogator looked at her, eyes all wide opened, lips parted in surprise.
“On my Soul, I tell the truth I swear
May the Storm take me, if lying I dare” she recited.
New fic in my Across the Burning Stars series ! It is a bit of a jump in time compared to the last one but I'm slowly figuring out that it is the way my brain works for writing >.>
Anyway, smol self-indulgent bit for the end of the year. Hope you will like it :3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I took part in the @rt-gift-exchange and drew up a little comic for @calillion It was a lot of fun and I encourage everyone to go check out all the other wonderful work people did for it.
My gift for Discrepancy in the @rt-gift-exchange
That one was really fun to write. For those who know, there is a hidden reference to Krod the Angry Carpenter in there >.>
You can listen to the recorded snippet with my unsufferable French accent below :)
Snippet :
There are too many people, too much noise. Or rather too many people making too much noise.
Here, with all the vainglorious nobles soliciting him in the pursuit of his favors, his social energy goes down faster than the recaff pots in the Officers’ mess.
Carmine shamelessly uses a natural need as an excuse to untangle himself from the conversation and exits the throne room. Alas ! The corridors and garden are hardly any less crowded or noisy.
Without really thinking about what he is doing, he slips between two columns, behind the curtain leading to a service pathway.
There too, the space is buzzing with activities but it is more tolerable. He sighs with relief, leaning against the wall in a small alcove to clear the way. Closing his eyes for a minute, he rubs his temples, noticing only now the migraine muddling his thoughts.
An unexpected but very familiar voice brings him back to reality : “Carmine ? What are you doing here ? Is everything alright ?” Right before the Rogue Trader is Heinrix van Calox.
“Well, well, what have we here ? An agent of the Golden Throne lurking in the shadows… How… innovative!” jests Carmine with a cunning smile, immediately reverting to his irreverent persona.
My gift for @icasticonoclast in the @rt-gift-exchange
That was really fun to write. Hope you will like it <3
Snippet recorded by me just below :)
Snippet :
She has to survive.
For herself. For Abelard and Cassia, wherever they may be right now.
For… Evanelia doesn’t dare think of the name of the one she might never see again. If only she would have been a bit more bold, a bit more brave, perhaps… But it is too late to regret unspoken words.
She shakes her head and focuses back on the immediate danger as the Scourge is calmly closing the distance with a sadistic grin.
⋇⋇⋇⋇⋇
Blood spatters Evanelia as a blade suddenly sticks out of the assassin’s torso. The xenos shrieks, feebly tries to fight back, blood dripping from their mouth. A gloved hand appears from behind, seizes the jaw and twists the neck, with a sickening sound of breaking bones. The creature collapses like a broken doll on the ground and its murderer steps over the corpse.
“What else now ? What other madness is coming for me ?” she thinks, pressing herself a little closer to the wall. Her vision is blurred and doubled. She hardly sees a tall, broad-shoulder figure clad in red and gold filling the space before her.
Evanelia grits her teeth.
A lie. A trick. Again.
Surely it is only another illusion if Heinrix’s voice full of worry is calling her name.
This is in relation to a recent uptick in comments on AO3. Sadly not nice comments... not even real comments. Just stupid, brainless AI generated spam comments. It's very strange just how many fellow writers have been receiving things like this over the last two days...
Exhibit A:
(I mean, I give it props for recognising the "morally questionable and offensive" aspects... it was on my Marazhai POV fic after all (IYKYK)! But that's about as much accuracy as you get with these... FYI this fic is two chapters long, not five.)
This is just a small shout out to anyone new to the fandom (or writing and AO3 in general). Do not let yourself be troubled, discouraged or beaten down by these kinds of comments.
Exhibit B:
(This was on a one-shot fic - so much for patience! And it was an M/F pairing so... *shrugs*)
If you're getting these kinds of comments, it automatically means that you're 10,000 times more creative and special than the people behind this (ie people who have nothing better to do than make spam bots to make people feel bad about things they aren't even doing). Why? Because you've had the guts to put your work up on the internet for other people to read. Not easy for a lot of people to do. But trust me, you have more creativity in your little fingernail than these people could conceive of.
So I urge you... don't be discouraged by things like this...
Exhibit C
(Honestly, some people got way WAAAAAYYYY meaner versions of this particular comment).
I would hate to think that new writers starting out are being driven away because of spam from AI bots. The signs become obvious when you know what to look for.
If you see a comment that's needlessly mean-spirited but doesn't actually directly reference anything within your fic (not names, characters, events or even what fandom it's related to)... ignore it, it's a spam bot. Watch out for comments that reference things you don't even have in your fic... it's a stupid spam bot. Watch out for comments that ask you to contact them on alternate platforms like Discord to discuss their ideas for "how your art can be turning into a comic"... it's a scam spam bot. Watch out for comments that claim you're using AI to write your fic without providing any proof... it's an ironic spam bot.
Please reblog this for anyone who might not know what to look for. If you're not sure about a comment, don't be afraid to ask about it. Writer friends, please feel free to add examples so people can see what to look out for (and get a laugh at some of the outrageous things we get sent).
And keep writing! Write, create, be happy, give a hearty middle finger to spam bots and bullying assholes with nothing better to do with their time.
Oh my. I have been tagged by the incredible @jaal-ama-daravv. Thank you so much <3
Please don't judge my sillies ideas in progress *cover her face with hands*
The Interrogator exhales a ragged breath, shivering despite the heat in the room. Covering his legs with the sticky blanket, Lilian’s words infuse in his mind as some clarity eventually comes back. He understands them but they make no sense : him, making a fool of himself like a beggar from the lower decks or a drunkard ? The mere idea is incongruous. It can’t be him because he was…he was… Blast it, he can’t remember what he was doing the night before !
“I don’t know” she shrugs, answering to his unspoken question. “You were almost naked, tied and gagged and definitely high on something reaaally strong cause you didn’t remember who you are or who I was. And Marazhai was chasing after you - though he honestly wasn’t trying very hard to catch you. If I had to guess, I’d say it was some twisted erotic game gone wrong.”
Pushing the pillow to the side, she nestles herself into the corner of the couch, arms spread over the backrest and legs crossed, staring at the opposite wall. The seemingly relaxed posture does not fool him : she knows more about this situation and it makes her furious. Heinrix can see the tension in the tightening of her jaw and her hands clenched until their knuckles turned white.
Who to tag ? Who to tag ? Errr... I don't know anyone who hasn't been tag yet so feel free to jump in if you'd like :3
izzy806
andulkaphoto
amandla
titsay
stormborns
blakekathryn
ellievsbear
