#tsaf

[digitalglitch]

Glamrock Freddy and Gregory?? Long story short this is tribute art to my friend's FNaF fan game! The Shift at Freddy's. Most of this post is inside jokes but I decided to share it anyways- plus I had an excuse to draw Gregory again! I have another normal post almost finished and ready- so expect it soon!

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Manuscript Search Tag: TSAF

Thank you for tagging me, @author-a-holmes! Your fill was so intriguing and fun and gosh I miss Lizzy and Booker😅 *clears schedule to catch up on things* My words were Last, Chill, Hand, Work and I'm using my romantasy WIP to fill these 🤞

Last

Her heart and her body ached for the warm affection glowing in his eyes, melting her soul and all the threats hanging over her before they managed to detain her feelings.

Adelaide took a deep, almost ragged breath. Her mind fumbled to find a resolve she didn’t want to feel. All she wanted was for this moment to last. She ached for it to lead to something wonderful and true, something safe and sure, something that could be love.

Chill

Forcing herself to descend the worn staircase, Adelaide clutched her dagger closer to her chest. The hilt radiated heat. By the time she’d reached the bottom of the stairs, Adelaide had begun to wish she’d stayed at Castle Belmont, or had gone straight to the docks to inquire about the medicine directly with Mistress Scrabs’s privateer. But it was too late to turn back now.

Adelaide did her best to tamp down the chill that crawled down her spine. The voices became more distinguishable with each step she took. She stuck to the shadows between the bouncing light cast by the flickering lanterns, hiding behind crates and barrels scattered throughout the cellar and along the walls.

Hand

“Most people who are ‘all right’ don’t wince,” Archduke Hughes said, observing her closely. “If you’re injured, say so.”

“I…well, it’s my wrist,” Adelaide finally conceded. “But I’m sure it’s just a minor sprain. Thank you for your concern, Your Grace.”

The Archduke hummed, his lips pursed. He didn’t ask as he grasped hold of her hand once more and gingerly maneuvered it to examine her wrist.

“William, don’t just stand there, bring me my bag,” he called to the other rider.

Work

As he passed by Viktor’s stall, the gray steed tried to nip at his cloak. Gavin held a finger up to his lips and hushed him. Gavin offered him a carrot, knowing Viktor had worked just as tirelessly on their journey to transport the Eye of Behelwer. The horse accepted it graciously, making Gavin shake his head. He would be so lucky if Aves greeted him the same way. Moving on to the next stall, Gavin watched as Aves turned his back to the stall door as Gavin stopped to unlatch the bolt.

No Pressure Tagging:

@akindofmagictoo @cryptidwritings @aninkwellofnectar @thepenultimateword @ambiguouspuzuma and anyone else who'd like to play along😊 Your words are shallow, ripple, hunger, and drip

[lunaraydue]

Intro 📌

Hi! I'm Luna Raydue, an indie VN game dev, voice actress, and VTuber! This tumblr is mostly going to be used to talk about my game dev stuff, both released games and projects in the works. Feel free to ask questions about anything I've worked on!

Links:

⭐Itch ⭐Twitch ⭐Twitter (mainly for vtubing) ⭐Tube (Will upload vods here eventually)

Games:

📺 Cultivating Happiness (1k words, 3 endings)

As you watch TV, an odd commercial comes on, and it really speaks to you. Like, directly.

🔍Who Killed Bigfoot? [Demo Version] (4.5k words, point-and-click mystery)

When Lucy Leads started her new job as an accountant for EVO Pharmaceuticals, she wasn't sure what to expect-- but it definitely wasn't murder. At her first-ever office Halloween party, someone is found dead in a bigfoot costume, and no one is allowed to leave the office. Although detective work isn't in her job description, Lucy steps up to investigate the case. With a killer among her coworkers, can she find the truth before anyone else gets hurt?

🍄Decompose With Me (1k words, 3 endings)

You wake up in the woods with no memory of how you got there. A cute girl stands above you. Is she there to help, or does she want something else…?

🌹Sunshine & Roses (20k words, kinetic novel)

Sam Williams is 50 and stagnant. When he decides to try some gardening to rebel against the monotony of his life, a chance encounter with the owner of the local gardening center shakes up more than he expected. Heath Rhodes is older than Sam but so full of life-- he should be everything that makes Sam feel bad about himself, but Heath's unabashed joy and kindness draw him in. As their relationship blossoms and Sam is contacted by his estranged daughter Daisy, he must learn how to nurture both his new plants and new relationships. It's not all sunshine and roses, but spring is in the air, and the tenderly grown flowers smell sweet. A sweet, mature queer romance between older men, with themes of identity, nurturing the important things in life, and never being too old to change.

🪰To Swat a Fly (1k words, 3 endings)

For four years, the Red Valley County in Arizona was haunted by a shadowy serial killer with mysterious methods of murder. Even three years after her arrest, the "Red Valley Reaper" Mel Atkinson has refused to speak a word to the press-- until today. You've managed to get yourself an exclusive interview with the high-profile prisoner. The question is-- can you ask the right questions and make it out with the truth?

🎭UNDERSTUDY (30k words, 3 linear routes, 2 endings)

Isabelle Stern is a theater major at a small but renowned arts college, and she knows she's the best actress there. For her senior production, she has her heart set on playing Lady Macbeth in the Shakespearean classic-- but to her shock, a sophomore beats her for the role, relegating her to an understudy. A dark desire for revenge grows in Isabelle's heart, and when a mysterious theater ghost offers her a chance to change her fate, she can't help but take it. But can she get what she wants without bloodying her hands?

🧛Twice Bitten [Demo Version] (9.5k words, point-and-click mystery)

Malakai Catshall is an ordinary inspector assigned to investigate the strange murder of a young woman found drained of blood. The case takes an unexpected turn when he himself is attacked in pursuit of evidence and wakes up changed. Vivek DeValentis, a detective from the classified Special Crimes Investigation Unit, has saved Malakai's life-- at an unlikely cost. Thrust into a secretive society of immortal vampires who live in the city's neon shadows, Malakai has to rethink everything he thought he knew to answer three questions: Who killed the woman in the alleyway? Who attacked him? And what, exactly, is happening to his body?

[boneandfur]

Here are two sneak peeks for my new projects.

The Stars Are Fire: a note, I will probably never finish the TRR one, but I hope you guys will like this one better. It's a TCaTF/ACOR crossover.

Shore Leave*(working title): When Elena Wheeler, daughter of the local magistrate, saves a horse thief from the noose, she never could have imagined that the man who now owes a life debt to her is a pirate...

Shore Leave:

"No." Magistrate Wheeler cuts into his sausage and blood pudding, forking a piece into his mouth. The conversation has ended, and with guests at the table, Ellie cannot even say her piece. Her hands clench her skirts under the table, marring the fine watered silk that Cousin Maria sent down from London, a gift for Ellie's coming out ball this eve.

She thinks of the beaten bronze mirror that her dead mother, Consuela, brought back from the ruins of some palace on the shores of the Caspian Sea, and how her reflection had looked inside, rippled and strange, like a echo from an shadowy age when the world was still young. "But I just turned eighteen!" Ellie hates how high her voice has gone, like a child's.

"That is my word, Elena, and my word is final." Her father clears his throat, making eye contact with the thief taker on his right as he wipes greasy fingers on his napkin.

"I must say, Miss Wheeler, you are looking a trifle peaked." Across from Ellie, her father's former protégée, a thief taker from London by the name of Shaw, levels a smile upon her.

His eyes are so blue, her maid had giggled behind her hand as she did Ellie's hair for breakfast. He is so very handsome, Miss.

Shaw's teeth are straight and white and Ellie cannot help but feel her guts churn at the thought of her freedom from the schoolroom being ended so suddenly by the shackles of marriage.

The Stars Are Fire

Kenna shakes her head at the memory, and the comb catches on a rebellious knot, working its way free. If she closes her eyes, she can still smell the grasslands burning, all the way to the wine dark sea that roiled with red-sailed warships.

"There." Lena pats Kenna on the shoulder. "I shall send the maid in with the tongs, although it seems regrettable to waste such beauty on the Games." The mistress of the scholae gives a soft chuckle, her voice still fair and fine though her knees crack when she rises.

Kenna smiles up at Lena, placing a finger on her wrist. "Thank you. And my beauty will not be wasted. After all, the general has secured my company for this engagement." Her stomach roils at the thought of his hands on her skin, lips trailing down her stomach as she lies in the bed.

If she were still warrior queen of the tribes, he would not dare. No man would. Save one. The man she cannot think of here, the man she has put from her mind all these long, lonely years.

For the world may end tomorrow, but I would not dare face the gods for my reckoning without a taste of eternity from your lips.

One night, when the world seemed like it lay open before the two of them, boundless and breathtaking. One night, when she was yet a girl who fought to unite the tribes and avenge her mother's death. One night, before the world was torn asunder, and Kenna met her reckoning upon the grasslands, her moirāe sealed.

Queen of the Cordonii? You are queen of no one. Let your name be stricken from the scrolls, and may it burn the lips that dare speak it, for a thousand years...

[r0d30-brqt]

made him in a picrew and i love him so much 💖💖💖

hes tsaf’s friend and they just hang out whenever they spot eachother! his sun flames come out as smoke too

[leroyzboots]

me @ joan during the new episode

[pietrascension]

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Hey writblr: anyone wanna gush about your favorite trope?

I was rudely reminded during my latest read-through of the romantasy WIP how much I enjoyed writing slow-burn romance and was curious if anyone else found a trop/theme/aspect of that they weren't sure of and ended up loving?

I know, self-proclaimed miss "I can't write romance" loved every moment of writing the slow-burn between my MCs in TO SWAY A FLAME. There's just something about watching two characters fall in love and how each interaction builds upon the previous as the yearning grows to a fever pitch and they FINALLY get together!