Weâre super excited to introduce everyone to Interactive Summer 2022 ~
This is a fun fandom-wide event to shake up the Interactive Fiction fandom this summer. Weâll be running our event between Aug. 1st and Aug. 15th.
If youâve participated in events like this in the past, you know the drill. Check out our prompt list and get inspired. Just make sure to tag our blog @interactivesummerâ (or post in the tag #interactivesummer) so we can see it.
We welcome fanwork submissions based off of any piece of interactive fiction. This isn't limited to one or two larger fandoms, but rather an opportunity to show our love for the many fantastic IFs out there and connect with other fans and creatives.
But donât forget to read our rules first!
Our prompts will be split into two weeks:
Week 1:Â Aug. 1st -- Aug. 7th
Free Space: Aug. 8th (You can enter anything you like here~)
Week 2: Aug 9th -- Aug. 15th
Stay tuned as well for more details on the event giveaway weâll be holding at the end of the event~
[Update: our giveaway post is here! ]
We will have 3 prizes up for grabs for the following achievements:
-- Week 1: Submitting an entry for every day of week 1
-- Week 2: Submitting an entry for every day of week 2
-- Completion: Submitting an entry for all 15 days of the event
Weâd love to see your creativity shine this August! So letâs see you there, IF fandom! ~
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Artwork for @interactivesummer day 1 "Waves" of Merry Harlowe, from The Northern Passage by @northern-passage, enjoying a dip in the ocean and hopefully not freezing her ass off.
[Image ID: Semi-realistic digital artwork of a woman with dark red hair, freckles, and warm beige skin. She is skinny dipping in the ocean and smiling as waves crash around her. She has twin snake tattoos on her arms, three piercings in her visible ear, and a scar over one eye. /End ID]
Interactive Summer: Day 11 - Breeze
Can you feel it? Finally a little breeze. Come on Aeran, letâs finish this job quickly, then retire for life together. [Wayfarer by Anna M./Idrelle Games]
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I still cannot shade properly... itâs been in darft stage for ages, and wanted to finally finish it at least as a sketch. Arms (muscles) and hands...oh dear lord.Â
But yesterday I finally started to read Episode II. I was so relieved my saved file worked. pfhuh~ Itâs good to be back, I enjoy it tremendiously. Glad I can play dress up, still my poor âdiplomatâ wayfarer comes across a bit stingy sometimes ^^â ...and of course Iâve found Zenaida at first try, Iâve laught out at that.Â
Back to the pic, I imagined my wayfarer to be just joyous at the start of their journey, after finally leaving the humid misery of a city behind them, and just enjoying the fresh breeze. They can be grumpy, suspicious and worried the next day. Yes, her motives currently are to get the money, and eff off somewhere far away with her only family. Only if that would be that easy.
If you havenât heard about Wayfarer (are you living under a rock?), please check this unique interactive novel out! It is really different than the others, focused on more the storyline and RPG elements... but sometimes those ability check fails are just what my chaotic heart needs. Especially since I like playing persuasive/diplomatic/flamboyant asses (also mages...so it is weird to play a wayfarer) a failed agility check when showing off - thatâs what I need.Â
Hi ! I thought it might be a great way to start publishing on this blog by writing a prompt suggested by @interactivesummer and inspired by one of my favorite characters of one of my favorite IFs : @ataleofcrowns !
Here it is :
When she turned around, he was there, a familiar smile on his face. And it was almost disturbing how much she felt close to him at this very moment even though their meeting was quite peculiar. After all he was a mercenary, someone we should fear despite his playful side and his beautiful green eyes. But even then, something about Xelef felt so calming, like waves caressing the shore in a peaceful rhythm even though clouds are forming in the horizon. From then on, it seemed like only a word, a touch or simply a smile could calm her mind. She experienced it that night when she felt like she was drowning in an ocean of thoughts, falling gradually in the darkest deep sea. But then he appeared, like a lighthouse clearing the waters. He brought her back to the surface with his comforting warmth contrasting deeply with the coldness of the room that was now reappearing before her eyes. And for the first time she almost felt home, safe. But it was when she looked at his face, while listening to the steady beat of his heart, that she noticed something. For once Xelef was quiet, seeming at peace. Thatâs when she realized that both of them were probably buffeted by the same storms. But somehow, when they were together, those seemed to ease. So, she wondered if maybe the only option was to find comfort in the calming waves of each other. But today still, one thing is for sure ; Â when she looks into his eyes, the ocean falls silent.
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              Itâs another perfect summer day in Sunset Bird. Warm, but not sweltering, just enough heat for you to seek relief in the cool waters of the Pacific.
        Youâre laying back on your surfboard, you can hear the waves crashing against the shore, but youâre far enough from the breakers to just bob peacefully as the swells pass underneath you. If it wasnât for the cries from the gulls wheeling overhead you could almost fall asleep.
        âThanks for joining me,â Coveâs voice breaks through your sundrenched haze. âI know surfing isnât your favorite.â
        You turn to face him, hand raised to block out the glare of the afternoon sun. Heâs not wrong. Even living feet from the beach, youâve never gotten the hang of surfing. Coordination had never been your strong suit, and a day on the waves usually was more frustrating than fun.
âThis part isnât too bad, and besides, you love it.â And you loved Cove.
        Not that you can tell him that, especially not with the end of summer looming on the horizon.
        A small frown creases his face, and you wonder what youâve said wrong. âYou donât have to do things just because I want to.â His voice is serious enough to make you sit up.
        His blue eyes are watching you intently, so concerned that maybe he pushed you into something you werenât comfortable with. It had happened more than once, but Lizzie was usually the culprit. Youâd gotten better at saying no, but it was still a struggle at times.
        âIâm having fun Cove, I promise. I always have fun with you.â
        His frown softens, âme too, Molly.â He sighs deeply, âI wish summer would never end.â
        An old wish, oft repeated, but carrying new weight this year. August marked not simply a return to the strictures of school and routine, but your departure for the East Coast and your dream school.
        Right now, it felt less like a dream and more like a boogeyman causing you to lay awake at night as anxiety churned in your stomach. Everything was going to change; Cove would still be here, but you would be in a new town with new people.
        You donât feel ready. You wish you could stop time, let this afternoon stretch out into infinity, but life doesnât work that way. Just like the waves crashing against the shore, time will continue to march on, and you would have to try and find your balance.
        Coveâs hand on your shoulder shakes you from your twisting thoughts, âWanna go get ice cream? My treat?â he asks.
        âThat sounds perfect.â You make your way back to shore determined to not let anxieties about the future ruin the present.
Summary: alternative first kiss between Ortega and my sidestep JessieÂ
Rating: T for cursing and alcohol drinkingÂ
Word count: 1446
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The breeze was colder at the dock, better, allowing Jessie a time of respite. A respite from the hot weather, the loud music and people that didnât know when to shut up.
The music and laughter were just background noise now, Jessie leaned against the railing enjoying the light sea breeze, surprisingly chilly on that summer night. She was glad, summer in Los Diablos was a nightmare, and the layers upon layers of clothes she wore didnât help either.
"Oh, how good it feels to be recognized for your work.â
Sadly, peace never lasted.
Jessie rolled her eyes, Ortegaâs deep voice coming from her right, the clicking of boots against the street louder at her closeness.
âWhat are you doing here all alone? Didnât like the party?â the woman raised the bottle of beer in her hand before taking a long sip. She came to her side mirroring her pose against the railing. Â
"No particularly, no." Jessie shrugged. Then raised an eyebrow at her unsolicited companion, "I take it you love to receive this kind of... celebrations," the sarcasm in her voice was thick as the metal railing itself. Ortega was used to it though, she has to be, Jessie couldnât control her emotions around the electric woman as well as with others, much to her own annoyance. Â
Ortegaâs smile widened, head tilting slightly to the side as if she were surveying Jessie. Her long dark hair ran freely on her back, curls shining in the artificial street light. âYeah, I like it. itâs fun! The music, the drinks, hot people dressed in their best outfits,â Ortega moved her hands as she talked, silver bracelets clicking at the movements. âAnd, of course, Iâm the life of the party, the charming girl everyone wants to talk to, the one who always flirts back, and IâŚâ her dark eyes flickered away to the ocean, her energy changing from light and jokingly to almost uncomfortable. âUm I donât know, I guess⌠quiet is nice too, sometimes.â
Jessie stared at her, without realizing her body had moved toward Ortega, there were a few feet between them still, but a part of her wanted to be closer, just a little.
âYou mean, you donât like that? Being um the center of attention?â
âI do, usually. Itâs just⌠Iâm not just that, you know?â
With a sigh Ortega turned away from the water, back pressed against the railing, elbows over it. Her gaze found the night sky, head tilting back slightly letting Jessie see the newest scar on the column of her throat, not hidden behind makeup but in plain sight for everyone to see. It wasnât particularly large, a short vertical line that diverted to the right, but it was a conscious decision not to hide it, to be vulnerable like this. Â
Jessieâs head turned to the side, to the building they both left. She could feel the frown gathering between her eyes, fingertips digging into the cool metal.
âI know. And if they canât see that, then fuck them.â
Iâd fight them for you if you asked me.
Jessieâs frown deepened at her unbidden thought, but then Ortega laughed. A bright, deep and energetic laugh, one that closed her eyes and crinkled the skin around her lips, Jessieâs stomach twisted at the sound.
âAah youâre right, I should probably tell people to go to shit, more often. Follow your example,â Ortega pointed the almost empty bottle towards her before chuckling again. âAside from that though, the party wasnât that bad. Itâs a celebration worthy of my hard work after all.â
And, just like that, her semblance returned to normal in the blink of an eye, the charming façade back in place like the conversation had never happened. Jessie knew what she saw though, and Ortega felt different that night. Showing a glimpse of herself she hasnât shown Jessie before.
Was it because she thought they were friends? But they werenât friends, as Ortega insisted, Jessie knew better, better than to get her hopes up over nothing more than a fantasy.
âYour hard work?â Jessie crossed her arms. Arguments were familiar, something simple, if they argued she wouldn't have to think about the implications of knowing her so well.
Ortega rolled her eyes, her smile not losing any of its honesty. âOur hard work. Happy now?â Â
"Yes."
Jessie felt the curve forming on her lips. Something that has been happening more and more often in Ortegaâs company. Maybe it was the banter itself or her foolish arguments or stupid smile. Jessie wanted to punch it out of her face before, now⌠now she wasnât so sure anymore.
"Although, I must admit... a more satisfying reward would feel immensely better," at the mischief in Ortegaâs gaze and the low tone of her voice, Jessie's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Like what?" she wanted to curse herself for asking but... she was a little curious, despite herself.
Julia's laugh was low and musical, and it felt entirely too genuine and intimate for Jessie to deal with it.
"Well, I have something in mind," slowly she moved a few steps closer, hand brushing over the railing like a caress. "I was thinking... a kiss?"
âWhat?â Jessie couldn't control the words before they left her mouth.
That...wasn't what she expected.
"Yes, a kiss. Yours would be preferable," Ortega chuckled, returning to her usual friendly expression, though her smile was softer than usual. âAnywhere you wish to give it to me, itâll be fine. If you agree, of course," a shrug, long fingers playing with the bottle, expression as calm as Jessie had never seen before, waiting for her prize that Jessie was free to accept or refuse.
Did she want to kiss her? Mmm⌠yes? Has she imagined what itâd be like to kiss her? Definitely. Jessie wasnât blind and there was an obvious attraction between them.
But this, to come face to face with the possibility of actually kissing her? She felt a little short of breath, all of a sudden.
Leaving her spot behind, Jessieâs body moved almost on its own. Ortega blinked a few times as if she didn't think her suggestion would work.
Did it work? What the hell was she doing? Why did she think it would be a good idea to kiss her? Just⌠once.
Standing in front of her, Julia smiled nervously at Jessie and didn't seem to know what to do with her always restless hands. She looked cute like that. Nervous.
Jessie bit her lower lip, brown eyes following the movement like a moth to the light, and when she found her voice again, she heard herself in a softer tone than intended.
"Just one kiss, okay?" Ortega nodded quickly, almost eagerly, her gaze meeting Jessieâs.
"Of course, whatev-"
She felt a little bad for interrupting her before completely forgetting about anything other than the warmth of her lips against hers. They were surprisingly soft, soft as Juliaâs breath over her skin; neither of them made any movement aside from their lips, afraid of disturbing the other with any gesture. Jessie felt herself floating for a moment, like a conscious dream where it was hard to tell reality from fantasy.
It lasted only a few seconds and Jessie moved away, dizzy and with enough distance to see Julia's face entirely: blinding smile, eyes half-lidded inspecting Jessieâs face in detail, as if she wanted to take advantage of the closeness that Jessie so rarely allowed her.
âEres hermosa.,â she whispered, Jessieâs body shuddering at her words. Â
Jessie swallowed hard, hands closing and opening at her sides, body unmoving. She didn't want to pull away, but she couldn't kiss her again, could she? No, just one kiss â thatâs what they had agreed â one kiss to clear her curiosity, nothing more. Although the warmth of Juliaâs body as well as the intensity in her brown eyes made her doubt her own logic.
The sound of laughter snapped her out of her reverie and she withdrew from Julia completely, eyes drifting to the ocean knowing her burning cheeks were crimson red by now.
She heard Julia clear her throat, watching her fidgeting with the bottle between her hands, "So, do you want to go for a drink or...?"
"I better go," Jessie met her eyes for a moment, but quickly turned away, not wanting to see the disappointment there. âI have things to do in the morning so⌠good night.â
It was awkward and rushed and wrong. It felt wrong, leaving so suddenly after⌠that. But she couldn't handle this now; not her gentle voice, not her soft smile, not her intense eyes.
The beach, with its coarse itchy sand that always followed you home, wasnât exactly Toastâs favorite place on Earth. Still, he didnât hate it. Even if he did, he would have said yes when Ness earnestly suggested a visit. Heâd only known them a few days when he realized heâd do almost anything to make her smile. It scared him sometimes how much he cared for her. Any time Ness caught a hint of it she was quick to remind them that she loved them. To his own surprise, he was able to believe that the past five months of near daily calls and far too few days physically spent together had meant just as much to them as they did to him.
Heâd rarely been as content as he was sitting on the old blue blanket theyâd laid out by the ocean. Ness was curled up at their side, her head resting on his lap. They followed her gaze to the endless stretch of clear blue water in front of them. He wished he could see it through her awe filled eyes. Beautiful as the ocean may have been, it looked the same as always to him. They were much more captivated by the sparkle in Nessâ eyes as she tracked each wave with clear fascination.
He was startled when they turned those eyes on him. Her lips twitched, but she mercifully decided to spare them any teasing. âDo you want to go in the water?â
With anyone else the question wouldâve given them pause. For Ness it was an instant yes. Her smile widened at his agreement. She stood and waited for him to do the same before wordlessly holding out a hand out for him.
The moment his fingers were entwined with his she pulled them both forward. Their height difference usually meant that he had to slow his pace down to match theirs. Instead he found himself quickening his steps slightly to keep up.
They paused at the edge of the water. Ness glanced at him in silent question. He nodded and they took a step forward together. The resounding splashes of a wave came forward to meet them, water splashing around their ankles. Ness threw her head back in laughter, a bright joyful sound that had them laughing along with her.
âWeâre in the ocean!â
âWe are,â he agreed, his voice softer but no less awed.
She released his hand before wading deeper into the water. They followed without a second thought.