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WIP Wednesday
Thank you to the ever delightful @slothquisitor for the tag (and for sharing some content I am very excited about).
I'm still getting over my post-No Rest hangover/depression but I've been using my newfound freedom to start on a project that's been in the back of my mind for a couple months now. It currently has no name (it exists in Ellipsus as "Untitled Gymnastics AU") nor do I have a meaningful blurb for it, so I'll just give you the elevator pitch which is "Lucanis and Illario are Olympic gymnasts in Soviet immigrant Caterina's gymnastics dynasty, and someone has impersonated Lucanis to hire Neve as a private investigator looking into possible foul play in Lucanis' near career-ending injury five months ago." Don't know when I'll start publishing, but I've got the first chapter done. And because it's new and I'm excited you get two excerpts.
It is seven a.m. and Lucanis almost doesn't answer the door. "Cartoon donkey" was the phrase Illario had used to describe the doorbell's death-rattle of a bray. It still makes Lucanis jump out of his skin every time he hears it, but it rings so infrequently it's forgotten until the next time it plays its unwelcome song. He's had exactly three visitors in the year since he bought this house. This time he's fairly certain it's neither Caterina nor Illario, and it's definitely not the third—the elderly neighbor who'd asked him for help shoveling his driveway back in December—given he went to his funeral. He's not even certain who else has his address other than the anti-doping committee. It could be them, he supposes. He tries to remember the name of the man who always visits—Don or Dan or something else with three letters that is forgotten as soon as Lucanis hears the words "random test" and leads him inside so Don/Dan can watch him piss in a cup. He's been twice in the last six months; another would be more than usual but Lucanis is only months off major surgery and an expired therapeutic use exemption. He wouldn't be the first gymnast caught with opiates in his system to stave off the torture that is training on a cocktail of only ibuprofen and naproxen. It's all a very reasonable assumption. Sweat from his run still clings to his skin in a sticky film; Lucanis tries to wipe the worst of the sheen away with the back of his hand but mostly spreads it around like one of those K-beauty serums Illario uses. An early spring heat wave has ensured there is sweat on every inch of his body. He'd been lying beneath the fan on his bedroom ceiling, counting his own heartbeats when the doorbell rang. It's only because be assumes it must be Don/Dan that he doesn't bother to put on a shirt. "Lucanis Dellamorte?"
Second excerpt below a cut as a kindness to people's dashes.
New Project:
A 15th century short-sleeved kirtle with Grande Assiette sleeves
I have a few motivations for this one. First, my only other short sleeved dress is very thick and heavy, which is great for events on colder days, but in the summer it is very hot. i also have three pairs of detachable sleeves and only one dress to wear them with. My other two, thinner kirtles are both some degree of peasant brown, and as I have a yellowish skin tone, it makes me look sickly. also, the sleeves will provide me with a lot of movement ability, which is nice
In the images you can see the kind of sleeve I want on the left. Big armholes and the sleeve is trumpet shaped
i started out by tracing my trusty kirtle pattern, and then increasing the armholes to a size I liked
cut it out, sewed it together and made some fitting corrections
Then came the sleeve construction. Like for my 15th century jacket, where I also made these sleeves, I used this great tutorial, although i always modify the distribution of width for the gores, because i think this tutorial makes the front gore waaay too big, and the back gores tiny
i constructed the pattern and cut it all out, and then sewed it together
i had hoped i can finish all the pattern images here, but i reached the image limit
Anyway, i put it onto the bodice, and it fits, so now i will take it all apart and make a pattern out of it, so i can cut the actual fabric
Heyo and a-hello, my name is Basil and you're watching the- *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*
In all seriousness, I've not had much creative energy to really homebrew anything for a while now (i.e. me and that friend of mine never really finished our entry for the Fabula Ultima game jam thing we joined, which kinda bummed me out), due to irl stuff taking up a lot of my time. So, instead of agonizing over making and balancing homebrew mechanics for TTRPGs, I've decided to just *play* TTRPGs! (what a concept, amirite)
Specifically, me and a couple irl friends are gonna try and play oneshots using a bunch of different systems and record our thoughts about them, which I will share with y'all. It's not gonna be anything scientific or follow super rigid review guidelines, it's just gonna be a measure of how much we enjoyed the system, how easy the system was to learn/play, and the specific things we liked and disliked about the system. This post'll be the first one in the series, which I am calling-
Givin' it a (One)Shot: Savage Worlds Adventure Edition
Resources Used: Savage Worlds: Adventure Edition core rulebook, Official SWADE Character Sheet, SWADE Science Fiction Companion
TL;DR
Fun We Had: 3.6/5
Ease-of-Learning*: 2.8/5
*We are of average intelligence and have semi-busy schedules
Ease-of-Use (Actual Play): 3/5
Session 0 Necessity for Longer Play: 4.3/5
Would recommend for groups with 1-2+ years of experience playing crunchy/semi-crunchy systems looking to branch out to new “medium crunch” systems, would not recommend to groups with less experience looking for something quick to pick up and play, unless they really take the time to read through the rules and pick what works for them. For oneshots, either ask the players to make their characters ahead of time or make premades.
In-depth stuff under the cut:
Hey You! Do you want a funky selfship tumblr ID card?
Reblog this post if you would be interested in getting a fun little card like this! It does involve a lot of back-and-forth questions to get a sense of your aesthetic and dynamics, so please only reblog if you’re okay with me DMing you a bunch of questions!
These sample cards are for me and for @grave-avis!
Anyone can reblog but I’ll be starting with mutuals and working from there, depending on how much energy I have for this project ^-^
"Anything new yet?" Shouta asks, voice like gravel.
The head spy of the royal family and Shouta's long time friend, taps the tips of his fingers along the bottom of the window sill. The man shrugs, blue hair fluttering in the morning breeze.
"I'll need more time than that, Shou," he says, returning to his desk covered in various rolled out scrolls. He picks one up and nods. "This one's damp enough to read now though, so let's see what it has to say."
Shouta rubs at his eyes, and leans back with a groan. He hadn't slept well last night, not after his Prince had pushed the line so thoroughly, leaving him with thoughts no knight should have about any member of the royal family.
(Yet, it happens all of the time.)
Scrolls are flipped through, scribbled on, all while Shouta taps his armoured foot against the stone floor. "Oboro, I need something. A hint. Anything," he presses.
Oboro throws him an unimpressed glare before returning to sifting through what Shouta believes are reports from the night before.
"Look, I get this is bad, but you've got to relax. What would Prince Izuku say if he saw you like this?" It's nothing more than light-hearted teasing, Shouta knows. But, right now, it only rubs salt in the wound and leaves him growling to himself.
Izuku can't say anything if he's missing.