#rinthegreat

[mirthandstar]

Boys boys boys | Request week(ish) - 4/7

rinthegreat: "oh gosh anything stony would be great"

[scriveyner]

15 shance

This went entirely in a direction I did not expect. Loosely, loosely shance because uh. You’ll see.

Unbeta’d and hot off the presses. 15. “It began the way the best stories do - with some naive jackasses in a place they had no business being at.”

It was when he hit the water that Shiro remembered, with perfect clarity, that he couldn’t swim.

Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He could manage, in the water - he hadn’t grown up by the shore but he did cannonballs into the deep end of the community pool with his friends and he’d been at the beach every summer - and that maybe contributed to the fact that he wasn’t as afraid of what lay beneath as some of the long-haul fisherman who sat on the piers and watched the college-age students on break with a disapproving eye.

The tug almost turned over as another wave smashed into its side, the rough blast of seawater scattering everything that wasn’t tied down. Detritus was flung into the ocean as the few remaining passengers yelled helplessly into the storm, most clinging to what they could. Shiro had been halfway up the ladder when the next wave hit and he wasn’t able to keep his grip on the metal, slick with brine. It was a miracle he didn’t crack his head on something as the wave washed him completely off the boat but he hit the water hard enough to stun him, all the wind knocked from his lungs as he plunged into the murky depths.

It was dark and quiet beneath the waves and, disoriented, Shiro tried kicking for the surface when one of the unsecured crates hit the water and he wasn’t able to get out of the way in time. The impact drove what little air remained out of his lungs and the water rushed in, choking him, as he struggled for the surface.

The last thing he remembered, was something above him taking his hand.

*

Shiro stirred, finally, when the most adventuresome of the circling gulls alighted upon his back. He turned his face against the wet sand and groaned, and, startled, the gull took flight again, disappointed that its prospective meal still showed some signs of life. Coughing up seawater and bile, Shiro pushed himself to his knees, blinking gummy eyes open against the harsh, clear sunlight of day.

He was alive.

The stretch of coast was covered in flotsam, bits and pieces of the wrecked tug brought to shore by the tidal current. There was a thick vegetation, lush green and almost tropical that ran along the beach as far as he could see … and most peculiarly, not a single sign of human habitation. Shiro sat on his knees and stared blearily at the jungle, and then looked back over his shoulder. The ocean was as calm as it ever was, the wash of the tide against the shore gentle as it broke over his legs. He could see nothing but water to the horizon, the sky blue and with scant white clouds.

Without warning, one of the rocks that the waves washed over - vanished.

Shiro blinked at the spot in the water, certain he was hallucinating. He’d just survived - somehow - and was probably badly concussed, but as he stared out along the stretch the rock resurfaced at a slightly different position, closer to shore.

What.

Weak and woozy and parched, he didn’t have time for nonsense. Shiro staggered to his feet, amazed for some reason that his shoes hadn’t come off, and turned to fully look out at the water. As he was watching, the rock vanished again. He blinked his eyes and rubbed one hand over them, then turned from the view and back toward the vegetation. First order of business was finding potable water. Anything else - including concussion-induced hallucinations of moving rocks - could wait.

*

There was a small creek running not far from the water line that appeared to be freshwater. With no other options Shiro drank his fill, then sat on the slick rocks and tried to get his bearings. His head was pounding, and after a time he wandered back out to the shore to see if there was anything salvageable among the flotsam that had washed ashore.

Halfway up the beach, out of the water, was a mermaid.

Shiro, having broken the treeline, stared dumbly. It hadn’t noticed him yet - curled and sitting up slightly, back to the treeline and holding what looked like the waterlogged remains of one of the rucksacks they’d carried on board the tug - and Shiro opened his mouth to say something, do something but he didn’t know what so he closed his mouth and watched instead.

The mermaid - because Shiro couldn’t really imagine what else it could be with a long, serpentine lower half that was covered in iridescent blue scales and translucent fins whose pattern transitioned into what looked like soft brown skin at about mid-torso - tossed the rucksack aside and folded their arms, turning their head slightly and pouting. Shiro got a profile then, less feminine than he’d imagined but definitely more human than not, with slightly curly brown hair and pointed ears. The mermaid let out a long low sound that conveyed disappointment, and then glanced back and saw Shiro standing frozen in the shade of trees.

A long moment passed as they stared at each other.

“Uh,” Shiro said. “Hi?”

The mermaid let out a terrific noise, high-pitched and shrill and Shiro winced back, anticipating attack and not having anything like a weapon with which to defend himself. Instead, though, the mermaid lunged forward toward the waves and Shiro knew instantly that the moment it got to the water he would never see it again. Hallucination or not, it was the only living thing Shiro had seen since he woke up, and he ran after it. “Wait, wait!”

It hit the water well before him and vanished beneath the waves. “Wait,” Shiro called futilely, standing the shallow water, his voice still hoarse and worn. After a moment a head appeared above the waves, well out of reach and only enough that he could see its eyes. From this distance, the mermaid looked like a rock. “Wait,” Shiro said, and put one hand on his chest. “Did you … save me?”

The mermaid’s head bobbed in the water and, suddenly seemed to realize that Shiro wasn’t chasing it, just trying to speak with it. It rose slightly out of the water, head and shoulders to mid-chest and Shiro realized, startled, it wasn’t a mermaid, per se … although who knew. He was a little out of his depth when it came to mythology turning into reality. “You save me?” Shiro said again and this time the mermaid nodded enthusiastically. “…Thank you,” Shiro said. The mermaid gestured emphatically and quickly and Shiro stared at him with dawning comprehension as he recognized that the mermaid was signing to him.

“Oh, shit,” Shiro said, because he knew approximately five signs and three of them were obscene. “Um, I don’t,” he gestured helplessly at the mermaid who was still frantically signing to him. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

The mermaid let out a loud, disgusted noise, and swam a little closer in the shallows, still signing. Shiro shrugged, wide-armed. “I don’t know sign language,” he said, because the mermaid appeared to understand him even if he had no clue what he was saying.

He watched the mermaid gesture wide, and then make a very unmistakable ‘come here’ gesture.

Shiro looked around the beach, and the mermaid made a noise of impatience. Well, he had dodged death once already in twenty-four hours, if the mermaid had wanted to eat him that task could have been accomplished without letting him wake up on an abandoned beachfront in god-knows-where. Shiro approached the mermaid cautiously, and the shallows dropped off suddenly under his feet, the water going from mid-leg to mid-chest almost instantly. He floundered for a moment but then the mermaid drew up to him, catching Shiro by arms.

He flailed despite himself as the mermaid put his face up close to Shiro’s squinting at him like he was studying a specimen under a glass. “Uh,” Shiro said but then a wave broke high and he spluttered. The mermaid nodded his head, then bit his own hand.

What happened next was quicker than Shiro expected. The mermaid had bit his own hand, puncturing the soft brown skin with sharp teeth. His blood was as red as Shiro’s, which surprised him, but what surprised him more was that the mermaid licked his blood clean, then grabbed Shiro with his wounded hand and dragged him forward, kissing him.

Kissing a mermaid was, Shiro thought in retrospect, something he ought to have put on his bucket list for the sheer visceral thrill of being able to cross it off. Not that the thought had ever occurred to him because mermaids were purely fiction, relegated to the realm of mythology except for the very real mermaid holding Shiro in the warm ocean and kissing him right now. There was a metallic tang to the kiss, the hint of the mermaid’s lifeblood and when Shiro blinked his eyes open glittering blue ones stared into his intently, watching him closely.

“Um,” Shiro said because how exactly were you supposed to respond to being kissed by a mermaid?

’Did it work?’ the mermaid asked him, clear as a bell, and Shiro yelled and flailed back in the water, feet going out from under him. That dunked him under the surface and he came up sputtering, stumbling in the soft sand and flailing back to slightly higher ground. The mermaid slid forward smoothly in the water, barely rippling it and pushing himself up on the beach, just enough so that the water broke over his powerful blue tail. 'I think it worked,’ he said in amusement, clapping his hands softly.

Shiro was reasonably sure the mermaid wasn’t moving his mouth but, whatever, he was going with it anyway. He stumbled out of the water and sat heavily in the damp sand, slightly away from the mermaid and staring at him. “You talked,” he said. “Who are you? What’s going on?” He looked back at the jungle, and then to the mermaid again. “Where am I?”

'You have many questions,’ the mermaid said, sounding amused. ’This is the first time I’ve spoken to a Man since I came of age!’ He drew himself up and put one hand on his chest, his hair floofing out as if dry. 'I’m Lance,’ he said, and then stuck out his hand in a comical, over-exaggerated mannerism like one who had only seen the gesture and never performed it.

“I’m Shiro,” Shiro said, and, tentatively, shook his hand. Because, hey, he’d been shipwrecked, nearly drowned and now kissed by a mermaid. It wasn’t like today could get any weirder, right?

[flamelscross]

Ship meme. Do I even have to say it? Shance

god bless this feels like writing a bunch of treatment for fics that I will probably never ever write

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Werewolf Shiro who has put himself in self-imposed exile so that he can never hurt another person again stalks the lonely moonlit slopes of a remote mountain village and, well, pity the village’s livestock population. Lance doesn’t have a lot of livestock and is immensely frustrated that sheep keep disappearing so he decides to put a stop to all this wolf nonsense. With a band of men from the village they go wolf hunting and Lance gets separated from the others but shoots the wolf - who isn’t slowed by the normal munitions but Lance’s shot runs it straight into a bear trap and that’s when Lance finds out that their livestock poacher is a (now-injured) werewolf and ... super attractive and repentant and Lance nurses him back to health. 

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Mermaid Lance is swimming around in the ocean minding his own business when he realizes he’s gone too close to the shore; but as he’s about to retreat he finds a drowning man in the water and Lance is like, we’re not supposed to interfere with Men but I don’t like watching things die so #YOLO and rescues the fisherman (who really shouldn’t be on a boat alone in choppy waters if you aren’t a strong swimmer, SHIRO, as Lance will scold him for many times in the future).

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Conjuration is Lance’s worst subject but he’s been told time and again by Pidge and Hunk both that things are easier if he enchants a demonic familiar to help him share the load of spellwork so Lance spends a furious weekend putting together the right arcane symbols to craft an array and summons ... Shiro. Who doesn’t look demonic at all, in fact he rather looks like Pidge’s older brother’s hot best friend except now he’s naked and a little pissed that he was summoned from the shower and that’s how Lance discovers that there are demonic familiars just, hanging around mortals because they’re Really Bored. 

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Lance the barista and coffee addict Shiro who went out of his way once because he got lost and grabbed his coffee from an unfamiliar shop and now he has to go out of his way All The Time just to sneak a peek at the distressingly adorable barista.

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Professor Shiro who doesn’t get enough sleep ever and is super distracted all the time and his new bouncy TA who flirts with everything that moves including him and he doesn’t quite know how to deal with that except he finds himself flirting back and freaks out.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Loyal knight Shiro, among the youngest generals of the King’s Royal Guard, is assigned to guard Prince Lance who has this Thing about running off to roam the countryside and be Among His People in disguise and Shiro is quite disgruntled to be running after him All The Time until he sees how the Prince interacts and cares about the kingdom and he starts to Fall for the young Prince.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Elementary school teacher Lance who is very popular with his students, including the one Troublemaker who would rather Die than admit he actually likes his teacher too and when Lance finally calls a parent-teacher meeting with the Troublemaker’s parent the Hot Dad he’d seen in the pick-up lot after school shows up and Lance Isn’t Dealing Well With This At All Did You See How Tight His Shirt Was Holy Shit oh hi Shiro I wasn’t staring at your chest. (The Troublemaker kid is a toss-up between Keith and Allura - I like Keith because Keith is a Little Shit, but so was Allura and I don’t always like making Keith related to Shiro because that’s Expected.)

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Nervous new editor Lance who has been assigned That One Guy Who Never Turns In His Stuff And Is Notoriously Hard To Get A Hold Of and when he finally tracks down his new writer he finds Shiro holed up day drinking because he is a Combat Vet and PTSD is a hell of a thing so Lance starts fussing over him like Shiro is one of his nephews and Shiro’s like, blink, this is New and ... not unwelcome and they start to bond and it turns into Something More.

[sunkenscruffycat]

The Cringe Wave

I was tagged by @rinthegreat to do this meme and I’m definitely up for it so y’all can cringe at my bad old writing. Rules: 1. Post a quote or short excerpt from your early days of writing/ARTING. (I’m talking old fanfics/ART, slash fics/ART, original fic/ART, etc., that are barely edited and have a ton of technical errors and misspelled words.) This is the cringe part. Don’t edit anything! Let it be horrendous. Don’t Panic. 2. Post a quote or short excerpt from one of your most recent works/WIPs. Something that you’re proud of. Something that you’ve written/ARTED that makes you smile when you read it. 3. Tag a writer/artist you admire, anyone who you think is amazing, new friends, followers, writeblrs, anyone who you’d like to know more about. If you think someone is a great writer/artist and you want to see how they’ve developed their skills, tag them! Everyone started somewhere. The Cringe Section: Sadly my oldest fanfics were posted on a geocities website hosted by someone I knew at the time and are gone forever. But I did back some of them up onto deviantART and I think this is the oldest one. It’s from a Sonic the Hedgehog (lol yeah) fanfic called “SU Forever”. I was going to just post a couple of paragraphs, but then I found this hilarious part where my over-powered Gary-Stu OC takes down “Robo Knux” and I just had to include the whole thing for the full cringe effect: It took awhile for this information to reach the hedgehog's ears as he was still staring in awe at the amazing design of this robot, the Freedom Fighters didn't stand a chance... But after a short silence he spoke, "You-you're Robo Knuckles aren't you?" The words sounded stupid even as they left his mouth, but since he was no longer facing the computer he hadn't seen the picture.   "I prefer Robo Knux if you don't mind," answered the Metallix still with a set smirk upon his face, "My friends call me RK, but you are not one of them, however you may call me that if you wish. And you must be Artemis Fowl, although I severely doubt that is your real name since you don't look like a character from a child's story book." After finishing this he stood with his menacing claws intertwined waiting for a reply.   It was the hedgehog's turn to smirk now, "Well done, you are the first person in this Empire to actually find me, but that's all you've done. You haven't caught me and you don't know my real name," was the reply.   Robo Knux let out a dedicative laugh, he seized the hedgehog by the collar of his white t-shirt and pulled him forwards so that they were so close the he could see himself reflected in the metallix's eyes. After pausing for effect he said in a cool, bone chilling voice, "That's what I intend to do."   The hedgehog struggled for a few seconds but didn't give an answer so RK tried again, "Come on Arty I don't have all day! There's Freedom Fighters out there far more dangerous then you that I could be taking down."   "Oh really?" said Artemis flinging himself backwards so that his feet came forwards hitting off the robot's metallic chest and sending him flying back against the wall. RK was stunned, more from the mere shock that this spy had hurt him then from the actual physical damage. He sat there just staring at the yellow hedgehog.   "I doubt you'll meet a Freedom Fighter out there who's more of a threat then me," Continued Artemis, allowing himself to be bigheaded for a minute. Then he jumped past RK and disappeared out of the door.   Robo Knux could have got up and gave chase, probably even catching his prey, he knew that he could. But for some reason he sat there in thought. His main thought was how to explain his failure to Doctor Robotnik. Something I’m Proud Of: I was torn between a few fics I’ve been proud of lately, but in the end I settled for a scene from “Prison Food”, the second story in the Trail Mix series, where zombie Haru calls Hayato out on his bullshit (if you’re not familiar with Trail Mix, Haru’s voice is fucked, which is why his dialogue reads like that): “I beg your pardon?” gaped Hayato. “...Don't aa-ct like th-that... I be-lieve yoou thaaat you're u-under press-uure... buuut you c-clearly g-get your ownn... waaay a lot here... The people all l-liike you...” said Haru, “...Come a looong w-way, haveen't you, Ha-aayato...?” Hayato sat down again. The angry pacing must have tired him out. He ran his hand through his hair, something that... Haru remembered Kisumi doing when he was stressed. In many ways Hayato was like Kisumi, but in many more ways he wasn't. “I'm doing this all for my family...” he mumbled, “But there have been... perks. I've gotten comfortable. I like my job. That doesn't seem wrong to me, but... you're right. You said to me that being around other zombies ran the risk of setting you back, I just didn't expect such a severe reaction out of nowhere to just that one.” “...He wasss f-from Iwa-aatobi...” Haru pointed out. He needed to know for sure. “Yes, I admit that they've started taking in samples from there, despite my protests,” answered Hayato, “So don't you dare say I get my own way all the time again. But I'm not heartless, so I did check. It wasn't anyone you know. It wasn't... Rin.” Tagging: There’s so many people I’d love to see do this, but don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to. Anyway, I tag: @starryamber @krokorobin @pandirpus @smuddragon @iskabee @101flavoursofweird @heresmellslikecanon @karumello @maybeillride @starshi @agaricals @foxaloxa @kuma-tori @vulpiximisa

[littlecofieart]

fuck me up that alfive and shiro is wow. so good i cannot. please save me cofie

You are doomed. I am no savior lol 

[kuiperdraws]

Hey guys, I participated in the @voltronbigbang with @rinthegreat and @oligreyart !! You can find Rin’s fic, The Hunter, here and Oligrey’s art right here!! 

This was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed working with these two, so please check out their content!

Please consider buying Rin and/or I a coffee!!

[ifellfromtheskies]

Omg! Happy birthday!!!

Thanks friend! ❤︎

[strawberrylovely]

that king's maker thing looks good. please tell me more

it’s on lezhin (the manga/comic website) and it’s still updating and it’s……so good. basically blonde guy is a lost and newly found prince and black haired guy teaches the blonde street rat how to be royalty and blonde guy is like LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT and black haired boy is like HMM I’M INTRIGUED BUT UR DAD OWNS ME SO HEY MAYBE YOU CAN BECOME KING AND FREE ME THANKS

it’s so good and like it’s completely plot driven. the latest chapter was the first time anything remotely romantic happened (which is what i like so LOL)

the only problem is, because it’s only on lezhin, you gotta pay for it :/ but it’s w o r t h i t