#writing attempts

[iochris]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The little vessel, after an age spent being dead, finally manages to return to the world above. Maybe things could be different this time.

Greenpath vessel & Lost Kin since I care about them

[iochris]

can I have an order of "friends forever?" for the WIP ask game? :))

Yeah ok! This one is on the smaller side, it's for AvA, specifically Chosen and Dark, who were friends but had a falling out. Pretty much everything I've written for this fandom is about them lol

I remember putting the first draft of this together in my notes app, while on the beach with no internet like 2 years ago lol. At the time, Dark was very dead so...

Um. Small snippet, I guess:

So many things he wanted to say. So many things he could've said. So many things he should've said. But no words for them. Not then, nor now. And now it was too late.

It had been long since sunset. The sky was now a deep dark blue, almost black, not at all reminiscent of the warm colors that once made up its canvas. No bird dared sing and no wind dared blow. Even the stars seemed to not shine that night.

So there, for all who care :)

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Roommates

Luo Binghe and the critters he shared the shed with as a young disciple

TW: spiders

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There was a family of spiders living in the corner of the shed. One day, they crawled in from the outside, trying to shield themselves from the rain and cold, and built a silky, translucent home in the furthest corner of the small building.

And so, they had occupied a corner of the ceiling, their small, rice-sized bodies moving onto thin, long, articulate legs. Their weaving cobwebs had formed the shape of a baby's cradle, and dust has covered the thin strands into a soft, white powder - and so, they had found home.

Baby spiders appeared soon after that. With even tinier bodies than their parents, still discolored and fragile, lanky little feet scaled the walls slowly and fearfully, miniscule eyes watching their parents move and hunt and walk the hair-thin network of cobwebs they created.

They didn't do much during the day and it was hard to tell if they did anything at night. They made no sound scaling their cobwebs and whatever got caught in their net struggled and buzzed for minutes at most before dying or being eaten alive.

It was not much fun to watch them during the day. But there was little else to do in the cold, lonely shed and there were no other interesting creatures that stayed there.

Sometimes Luo Binghe wondered if the original parent spiders died and those that he was watching now, day in and day out, nursing wounds and resentment, were their children, or grandchildren or maybe other spiders entirely. Perhaps they weren't even related at all and stumbled upon the nest in the shed, killed its inhabitants and took over in a silent, merciless war with no survivors from the natives.

Perhaps they allowed some spiders from the outside in, taking pity on them. Taking them in, feeding them and keeping them warm, even if they were not related. Perhaps they were kind.

Something had to still be kind out there, the world couldn't be all cruel...

Binghe would just have to wait to find it. Or, rather, for it to find him.

[katheri-home]

I’ll post all my prompts at the end of the month since I’m already behind. I’ll also just focus on posting the art from the prompts on time. Fuzzy Lumbkins will see the sun.

[jax-discovery]

Gonna switch things up a bit and do a bit of writing, at the request of @foxgloves-garden . Prompt courtesy of: @agirlandherquill "a flooded city".

Yelena drifted through the water around old ruins, tail flicking with in a slow, lazy manner. Walls missing bricks, windows missing panes, rubber soles from the humans' shoes still littered around, even though everything else had long since decayed. She had seen something from their empire once, a writing on a book that had somehow been rescued before the pages could get too wet. "Pride comes before the fall". And oh, what a fall it had been. The humans had gone from the apex species, the greatest creatures to exist, at least, in their minds, to now mere whisps of memory. Rumors said they still lived, albeit in hiding on land. Terrified of the disasters they had created, the lives they had destroyed. Occasionally, things would drift down to the sea floor from the surface. Things that were new, untouched by weathering or decay.

She remembered the story her mother told her when she was small, of how the humans fell. The humans had destroyed the surface world. Caused massive storms, storms which wiped out huge swaths of land, sending entire cities tumbling into the ocean. With the humans mostly gone, new species could rise up. Mer being one of them. Mer had existed for hundreds upon thousands of years, yet hid from humans and their destructive ways. But now? They were out of hiding. The mer had built massive civilizations, unburdened by limits of space, having only to ensure the environment was kept alive and thriving. What irony it would be if mer fell the same way humans did.

"Yelena!" a familiar voice, that of her friend Axel.

"Over here!" she called back.

A massive mer, at least 4 and a half times the size of Yelena, poked their head over the cliff's edge to peer down at her in the ruins.

"What are you doing in there again?" Axel sounded exasperated.

"Exploring."

"Why do you always come here to explore? There's a whole ocean out there."

"Because I want to know about the humans. They intrigue me."

"How so?"

"I dunno. They were just.... different. And you know how I am about different."

Axel snorts. "Yeah, you like to find out why."

Yelena grins. "Exactly. Like, look at this." She gestures to a wall, which is covered in bright colors, even after years underwater. "Why would they do this? Was it a symbol? A sign of rebellion?"

"I think those are called 'murals.' Elder Jacob said humans used them to decorate and bring some extra beauty to their lives."

"Oh. Well.... yeah, no, that's a good point."

Axel chuckles. "Are you satisfied now?" they ask, reaching down the cliff to scoop Yelena up.

"I guess," she sighs.

"Good. We have lots to do. The festival is coming up."

Yelena perks up immediately. "Oh yeah! I forgot about that!"

"What are you making this time?"

"I found a recipe for a lionfish dish. I think I may try that."

"Good idea. Elder Mark loves lionfish."

Axel places Yelena in a woven seaweed basket on their shoulder. The basket is tied firmly to them, allowing them to swim with a passenger, as mer Yelena's size can't keep up with them. As they swim back to the city, Yelena watches the fish go by, reaching out to stroke one of the guppies as they pass.

"I heard humans used to keep fish as pets," Axel says suddenly.

"Yeah, I heard that too. In tiny bowls."

"Do you think they did it on purpose?"

"Well, humans don't speak fish. So maybe many of them just didn't know how sad their pets were."

"True."

When they reach the city, Yelena leaves the basket, making a beeline for the market. Axel waits behind, unfortunately too large to fit between the stalls. The different size mer have different markets, to better accommodate both the large mers' need for bigger space and the small mers' lack of speed.

She trades several of the gemstones she polished with the vendor for a few bits of lionfish and some different seasonings, then heads back to Axel.

"Do you ever feel left out? Due to your size and all?" she asks.

Axel thinks for a moment or two. "Sometimes. But it can't be helped. I'm just glad our city is so welcoming of different size mer."

"Me too. Otherwise, I never would have met you."

Axel grins. "Yeah, I'm especially thankful for that. I'm quite fond of you."

Yelena laughs. "Just fond?"

"Okay fine, maybe a bit more than fond."

"Uh huh. Just admit it, we're best friends."

Axel's gaze softens, genuine sincerity in their eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, we are. Thank you, Yelena, for being my friend."

"Always. Just promise never to put kelp paste in my hair again."

"Hey, that was 1 time!" Axel protests, laughing.

"1 time too many!"

As the pair continue their banter back and forth, it strikes Yelena how happy she is. Insatiable curiosity aside, she loves her life.

[milktea-se]

Hey hey, lemme paint a picture: +18 mdni

It's dark, a silky blindfold over your eyes as you kneel on the floor. Thick carpet soft under you as you breathe deeply and softly.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

The air in the room is comfortable and still against bare skin, your head tilted down and hands neatly settled on your thighs. A low, warm pulse in your lower belly, stoked by the anticipation, sparks for the flames to come.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

The door creaks, opens, and the air stirs around you, a light shiver dancing across your body.

Steps, slow and steady, approach. And gentle fingers trace over your shoulders, left to right. Up and down your neck, tracing the vertebrae.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. A hitch in your breath. Out.

The fingers move to your neck, trailing up your chin in a firm grasp, tilting your head up as a thumb gently strokes the corner of your mouth. Your lips part, not sucking or licking, just open and waiting. The thumb presses in, pressing down on your tongue and holding still before slipping out and being wiped on your lips. The dull throb of arousal louder and louder with each breath

In and out.

In and out.

A large, warm hand sliding around your neck, up into your hair where it takes a firm grasp and tugs. You flush with a quiet gasp falling from your lips. The sound of a belt buckle, zipper, cloth rustling.

In and out. In and out.

What a wonderful way to start the evening.

Being real here, I waffled on posting this because I don't particularly write much. So uh, I tried my best 👍.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Growing pains

Luo Binghe's journey into puberty and teenagehood, the drabble version

For most people, the changes that come with puberty and teenagehood are troublesome at best, miserable at worst. Hormonal spikes, body hair in places it has no business being in, bumps and pimples and all sorts of strange pains and needs.

Luo Binghe, however, is especially unlucky, because on top of all of these uncomfortable, upsetting changes that most teenagers go through, his body has some new, stranger symptoms that nobody else seems to be dealing with.

For example, his nails are growing too long, too fast. It almost feels like his body wants to grow talons, and it is very annoying to always have to clip them, especially since they only seem to come back stronger each time they're cut. Not to mention, they're incredibly sharp! He has accidentally torn into his robes getting dressed a few times, and even scratched a small bug bite to blood without meaning to.

On top of that, his teeth hurt. His hygiene is the same as always, keeping his mouth clean and his teeth unblemished, but his two front canines feel terribly uncomfortable, throbbing and itching and aching in a way that reminds him of his early childhood and his mother putting strange ointments in his mouth to calm his inflammed gums.

They feel sharper too, somehow, and look almost like a beast's fangs, slightly pointier and narrow at the end - but Binghe desperately wants to believe that's just his imagination, or maybe that he has always been like this and never paid attention to it.

There are other issues too. He gets these strange bumps on his forehead, but they are not pimples. They feel like something hard underneath his skin, symmetrical on both sides of his head, and they feel so painful, like they are about to burst through the skin any moment now. He is too embarrassed to ask Mu-shishu about them and he does his best to hide them with his hair, but is it just him - or are they getting a little darker too?!

It is a miserable process. His body always feels strange. Sometimes he's very hungry, but he cannot eat anything. He's aching and tense but he also feels too light and unsteady.

And worst of all, there are parts of his body that have decided to grow some more, more than they should, and react in strange ways, making Binghe so tense and uncomfortable that it feels like he has a thousand snakes coiling in his gut.

And of course, there is the beginning of whatever-that-is that's sprouted on his lower back, a small, red thing, curled like a little pig's tail. The thing seems to have a mind of its own, twitching when Binghe is happy, sagging when he is upset or tired, stretched taught when he is focused. It is as though he has a strange dog's tail!

Binghe does his absolute best to hide all these strange traits, finding them unappealing and embarrassing, and hopes that Shizun won't notice...

(But Shizun does notice. And he is all the more endeared about it).

[katheri-home]

I’m in a OnlyMelJay discord and they just dropped the may prompts(I have no intention on following the prompts in order) and this is what I came up with. Let’s hope that I maintain this motivation

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