#theevilscribbler

[haedia]

A Gift for Scrib

Been waiting so long to post this. Here you go, @theevilscribbler! My gift to you, through the @rt-gift-exchange. Hope you enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed making it for you!

Since it's pretty spicy, it's under the cut. (Censored since there's no fun allowed on Tumblr anymore)

The (higher quality and) uncensored version can be enjoyed here on my Bluesky.

(It was, unfortunately, too much of a beast for Tumblr to handle so jpeg it is. I may adjust it and edit the post later or something later...but this is what it gets to be for now.)

[mangaka-neko-chan]

The first three illustrations I made for "Then There Were Two", a story collaboration with the skilled @theevilscribbler who wrote this wonderful and exciting first chapter~

Go check it out! It has twice the amount of RT and Marzi!

The warp has a strange sense of humour… and when a one in a million set of circumstances occurs beyond the veil, voidship life suddenly becomes a lot more complicated for not one… but TWO Rogue Traders! archiveofourown.org/works/65278753/chapters/167941525

[arcandoria-archived]

beautiful Ada for @theevilscribbler 💕

[pheedraws]

The first time Livea beat Heinrix at regicide! =D

She doesn't quite believe it at first. In every game they had played together— of which, Livea has by now lost count— Heinrix had not once gone easy on her. ‘No allowances for lack of experience’, he had said, with that same boyish smile that now occupies her waking thoughts more often than she would ever care to admit. Livea's eyes narrow as she looks upon his unprotected magister. It has to be a trap, surely. A careful ploy to lure her into a grander scheme for victory, herself an unwitting pawn compared to his skill and experience. Only, Heinrix is not looking at the board, anticipating the next move that would surely spell her defeat; he is looking at the space her hands occupy in her lap, curled around the gloves she had not long since removed, with a look upon his face that makes something deep within Livea’s chest twist not-unpleasantly. Willing the flush colouring her cheeks to subside, she slides her castellan across the board, and Heinrix’s gaze snaps to her face. “Checkmate.”

I have a larger regicide WIP currently on the go (read: been stuck in development hell for a year now) which is all in Heinrix's POV, so it was fun delving into Livea's head (and heart) for a change! 🖤♟️

Romance Prompt Questions: First Times

[holylustration]

Dopamine Week: Reaving Tempest Edition

This Dopamine Week, I'll be (finally) reading @theevilscribbler's How the Game is Played.

We all know and love Scribs for her work with the Rogue Trader Gift Exchange, but we should also know and love her for a couple of other reasons.

The first should be obvious - she's lovely. Compassionate, considerate, level-headed, and always filled with excitement for others, you couldn't ask for a more giving friend and community member.

The second speaks for itself: the absolutely monumental effort she's put into her own stories. Did you know that March 12 marked her one-year publishing anniversary? What a year it has been! In How the Game is Played alone, she's clocked in at 6 stories, one of which includes a multi-chapter longfic, and nearly 250,000 words. That's exceptional. And after hearing excerpts at the Live Readings, I'm excited to finally give it a read!

[mangaka-neko-chan]

The foruth and last illustration for Chapter 2 of "Then there were Two", a collaboration with @theevilscribbler! The chapter art will come in multiple posts because I want to talk about the process a bit!

After the two Rogue Traders faced each other, it was time for the Marazhais to follow suite. Unlike Ada and Wynnrun, these two are faced with being essentially the same person but not quite. Both have a different role in their relationship and both took different paths, one returning to Commoragh to become Archon, one leaving the Dark City behind to become a Corsair Prince. Both are still equally prideful tho so ideals will clash. I wanted to showcase this moment similarly to when Ada and Wynnrun realize they are similar but different while also giving a little nod to how the Marazhais got here.

Definitely check out the new chapter! There's more to come! A lot more. And leave lot's of kudos and comments for Scrib who did an absolutely amazing job writing this!

archiveofourown.org/works/65278753/chapters/167941525

[mangaka-neko-chan]

The first illustration for Chapter 2 of "Then there were Two", a collaboration with @theevilscribbler! The chapter art will come in multiple posts because I want to talk about the process a bit!

It's the first time the two Marazhai's appear with their finished post game designs which Scrib and I worked together on. Archon Marazhai should have a more regal, cleaner look, while Corsair Marazhai is covered in jewelry and trinkets with a more speedier silhouette. It was important to me that they both retain parts of the old armor to show it's still them but now further down their life paths, clearly influenced by their choices and their Rogue Traders.

And both have the skull on the side now because while it's iconic, it's also a pain to draw so now I can hide it better hahaha.

Definitely check out the new chapter! Scrib cooked once again and this time everyone is in one room. What could go wrong, right?

archiveofourown.org/works/65278753/chapters/167941525

[arcandoria-archived]

For the writing prompt! The first time Heinrix made Cerys blush. ^_^

Cerys froze when his gloved fingers met her bare hand. It was an utterly unfamiliar sensation to her. She even felt the lump of air that got stuck in her throat as she momentarily forgo breathing - Terra, how long had it been she'd felt this way, and not out in the field, facing a force so grand it made her question their winning chances? And even so, she'd pick up her resolve right away, lift her weapon and face danger full speed ahead. This time, though, in the quiet and comfort of the Rogue Trader's study, she simply stared. Like a spectator in her own body, her eyes followed as Heinrix van Calox bent down slightly, and pressed her knuckles to his lips. In the haze of the warmth that spread violently within her, she noticed the tone of his grey eyes did not match with one another. It was but a moment, and he let go of her hand right after. Cerys had to make a conscious attempt to wire her muscles back to her brain so her arm wouldn't slump gracelessly at gravity's mercy. "I hope we will find another opportunity to talk." Heinrix left, and she had no idea if she'd even return his farewell in any way. She stood there for a moment, right hand sustained away from her, a million thoughts running through her scarred brain. Half-dropping to the chair next to the Regicide board's table, she held her own hand with the other, thumb running at its back. Feeling her face impossibly, unbearably warm, knowing that skin had flushed where the heat pooled, Cerys lightly brought the fingers he'd kissed to her own lips.

Not much to say about this one, other than you can't expect a woman not to fold when she gets treated like this :3

FIRST TIME PROMPT