#daily write

[red-ibis-red]

[munasnook]

Viherra’s Deep:

Writing ideas/first draft of a Halloween session for my party where they fall into a cursed chasm full of slime, undead, and an unfathomable horror…

A strange clicking sound echos off the slick, pale stone walls. Click click… click click… The air is heavy and damp, your breathing becomes manual. The liquid surrounding you has a strange consistency; jelly-like and metallic, green in color. It’s freezing down here, every sound made echos three, four, five… seven times back to you. The odor is sickening; an overwhelming stink of rot, flesh, and other describable things make you want to vomit. A small hissing and bubbling sound can be heard all around you. Moss and vines hang down only towards the very top of the chasm walls.

As you peer closer into the slow, creeping liquid, you see large shadows reflecting from the bottom of the floor. You realize these shadows are giant bugs. What kind of bugs, you cannot tell.

A cold breeze gusts through, wooshing and whipping your hair all over your face. The snapping of your hair against your cold-numbed face stings. You can hear the wind spiraling through the chasm, bouncing off every wall and rock. The green liquid doesn’t budge against the will of the wind.

Above, you see the first star of the night. It will only grow colder the longer you stay here. With no way up, the only way to move is forward.

As you make your first step, the liquid seems to cling to your shoes and pants for a moment. Somehow it feels… weighted. Your only source of light is the moon, now. Full and bright. You begin to feel lightheaded, the stench no longer burns your nose or churns your stomach.

You keep sludging forward, finding what clear rocks you can find to stand on along the way. Is it just your head, or has the clicking changed to chittering? Could just be some singing bugs. But how do they sound so close? The reflections of the stars gleam brighter in the water, and soon all you can hear bouncing off the walls is nonstop chittering and… clacking?

Click click… chtchtcht… clack.. clack…

The pair stars in the pool beneath your feet rise up and meet your eyes, and you only have a moment to prepare yourself to fight. Armor glistens, swords sparkle, and the cries of the undead echo off the walls and hammer into your skull.

Roll for initiative.

End

I’m a first time DM and all of my players are also playing for the first time! I’ve been a player in a homebrew campaign for about 5 sessions, so I don’t have much experience either! This is also 100% freewrite/first draft, but I wanted something to get me back into writing.

This will be the opening to the session, which will be a Halloween episode for my party! I’m currently working out how to sort of fit it into the campaign to qualify it cannon! I’m currently trying to think of lore for this place, but I’m sure I don’t need to obsess about it so much for one session.

Anyways, any feedback or comments are welcome! Thanks for reading! 💙

[jdaviswords]

Words of a father written by a guy without a kid

If I had a kid

which I am unsure

I will be granted

such a gift

I’d

…well

…I don’t know

I think I’d be scared

and excited

and scared

and probably happy

and definitely scared

I’ve heard

parents professing 
the love of their child

is indescribable

as almost all of them 
clamor through an explanation

of their feelings

riddled and restrained

by a wall to wall

or rather

ear to ear

smile

Kylie and Kyle

have given me

a taste of parenthood

with the addition

of my Nephewson

Maddox

I knew I had it

in me

to care for

the little lad

but I’d be lying

if I could have

predicted the weight

that it brought

As an uncle

I feel a different person

more sure

of being unsure

and confident

of not knowing

much else

other than

I know the meaning

behind the phrase

“I’d take a bullet for you”

And it’s not that

I wouldn’t take one

for others

in my life

or

that I’d second guess

it

it’s just that

I didn’t know

how deeply

his presence

would root

so quickly

I think

different things

it must be this

turning of 30

that has spiraled

a more logical

thought process

and coupled it

with gratitude

Most of these thoughts

are identified

in the shower

and in an hour

they expire

like the remaining

droplets of water

on the handle

evaporating

I wonder

how a father

thinks

in between

body wash

and shampoo

I imagine

there are moments

as he rinses

his hair

he can still hear

their first

baby belly laugh

or perhaps

they ponder

how to save

for college

or maybe

the traumatic event

of last summer

creeps in

and as he adjusts

the temperature

cooling it down

he begins heating up

anxiously concerned

that he hasn’t

spent enough time

said the right thing

demonstrated the proper example

or maybe

that is just me

Preemptively

I know in my core

in the confines

of my stomach

I can feel

the presence of fatherhood

growing in me

like a seedling

and on the flip side

of that warmed pillow thought

I know

in this world

under these lights

strapped by these conditions

there is nothing scarier

than bringing

a miracle

into this life

And

beyond uncertainties

the remaining struggle

is the never ending

hum

of asking myself

is it selfish

to play second fiddle

in the creation

of a human

just to fulfill

what I feel

is my truest

destiny

as positivity

and security

are diminishing

Is it enough

to love them

to guide them

and if not

what is enough

when is enough

and if not enough

what is enough

I flounder

I am not a flounder

just like I father

but I am not a father

For the presence

of a kid

makes one not a father

but rather

the demonstration

of imposing

never ending care

unyielding support

and a recognition

of what it takes

while

understanding what it takes

usually means

having an understanding

of what it is

…and by is

I mean

the situation

If I had a kid

which I am unsure

I will be granted

such a gift

I’d

…well

…I don’t know

I think I’d be scared

and excited

and scared

and probably happy

and definitely scared

but

while I know

that I know

relatively…

…nothing

I know that a father

I’d be

undoubtedly

[preetkiran1016]

Read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47519458

this story was created for the Home Is Where The Heart Is: A YeeHan Domestic Fanzine 2021. i had an amazing time working for this zine, and while going through my old fics, i realized i hadn't posted this after we were all given the all-clear to post our works publically! so this is me correcting that oversight, and sharing a story I truly loved making.

to all my fellow creators, i was honored to work with you on this project. these past few years have been...interesting to say the least, and though i may have fallen off the overwatch fandom, im slowly finding my way back. depression and realizing im trans was a whopper of a time, and i had to take a step back from a fandom that unearthed a lot of those repressed issues. now that i've started accepting my reality, im looking forward to finishing my long incomplete fics.

[write-on-world]

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[what-iz-life]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

[emilybraydenblogs]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Eat Clean

[minimalist-quotes]

You deserve a healthy love with someone who hears you, sees you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you. Someone who is patient, communicates clearly, and creates a calm safe space to heal, grow, and bloom together. A love you don't have to heal from.

[usefulquotes7]

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda

[red-ibis-red]

[munasnook]

Novella November: 5

World Building One Shot

Hi friends! This is a one shot I just did for some world building. This was supposed to be a super small easy light hearted project but somehow I got carried away and it turned into this. 💙

World Building for Faelin and Manu:

This is in a magical world where some people posses the ability to feel and control Rakka, a magical essence similar to Mako in Final Fantasy. This magical essence can be seen and controlled by some individuals who either:

- Come from a bloodline descending from a people whose blood was filled with more Rakka than other humans. (Vaali)

- Are individuals that Rakka seemingly manifested in randomly. (Kariku)

- Had it gifted by the earth itself, usually through a strong act in service to the earth, balance, or harmony. (Vakkerin)

Vaali: This is a people who are said to have descended from the first people of the earth. They were born from the oceans, spreading out across the land. Their paths across the region left many rivers, and their tenderness for the animals created rich forests. There’s many stories about how the Vaali could communicate, influence, and become one with the spirits of the forest and river. Pure Vaali are totally extinct, and are now (to some) considered a mere myth, despite Vaali bloodlines having Rakka every few generations.

Kariku: Around every century, a small group of Kariku emerge. No one really understands why or how they are born with Rakka, but it isn’t always apparent until adolescence. There has only been one rare instance where a Kariku was able to control and use the Rakka since birth.

Vakkerin: These are people who have done a great service to the forest, rivers, spirits, and earth. They have been given the ability to channel their devotion and love for the earth into understanding Rakka, and are trained by the spirits to learn how to use it. Being given Rakka is uncommon and considered one of the highest honors. A ritual is held when one has shown their love and proves their loyalty to receive this gift. This ritual and the act of gaining Rakka is considered a rebirth.

Juma (YOO-mah)

Juma is an ancient planet and is the closest planet to the moon in their solar system, Kuuhan. (KOO-ahn) Stories from the Vaali tell that Kuuhan was the heart of the Juma, ripped out of the planet by the sun.

Juma has been one of the lushest planets in the galaxy, until a small group of aliens settled long, long ago. Juma was welcoming, but the aliens did not find her hospitality enough. They took Juma as their own, as they sought out a new planet due to the destruction they have dealt on their own. They domesticated or ate the animals rather than befriending them, stripping down the forests for their greed, and disrespected the spirits, warding them off with their own curses. They became known among the Vaali as Rakksa.

The Vaali did their best to avoid war with the Rakksa, but this didn’t last long. The Vaali tried to speak with the Raaksa, to know them, their language, and their home. The Vaali thought maybe it was possible to befriend the Raaksa, and invite them to live with Juma and the blessings of this world. But the Raaksa didn’t want to live on Juma for love and harmony, their love and values still rested on those they had in their old home: Resources. Riches. Renown.

The Vaali held hope for a few more years that the Rakksa would grow homesick. The Vaali couldn’t imagine what life could ever be if it wasn’t Juma, it would be only natural that the Rakksa would return home as well; damaged as it was, it’s still home. But the Rakksa only grew in numbers. They would bring loud ships that exhumed stink, thick air, and crushed whatever laid beneath it. The Vaali’s hope were crushed when the Rakksa began dumping waste and toxins into the rivers, the soil, and burning the tree flesh. They stabbed the mountains, dismembered the earth, and cast dark fumes into the sky.

Juma couldn’t take this anymore. She ached, and her people could not stop the Raaksa. Juma began to cry. Water turned to fire, burning the Rakksa as they bathed and drank. Shards of crystals and space rock shot down from the sky, piercing the Rakksa’s heaviest ships and domes. Vines and stalks communed with ivy, and spat poison onto the Rakksa, entangling them with their arms. The earth crumbled beneath Rakksa settlements, creating caverns that filled with fire water.

The spirits retreated far into the earth to find safety from the slaughter, knowing they’d be protected and safe in Juma’s stomach, taking the Vaali with them.

Juma was still hurt. She was hurt from the destruction of the Rakksa, and the destruction she caused because of them. Juma felt betrayed, by the universe, and by herself. Juma cried again, but was no longer angry. Her tears filled the caverns, solidifying pools of her fire tears into solid black rock. Her tears washed the poison off the skin of the Rakksa’s corpses. Water fell from the cracks of the mountains, filling up the holes in the earth. Juma cried for days.

When Juma could cry no more, she finally looked at herself. The world was rid of the Raaksa’s dirt, but their presence and destruction was undoable. Juma tried to rid herself of their hate. If it were not for the spirits and the Vaali resting in her stomach, she may have destroyed herself. She released her children back into their world, but they could feel her grief and see her destruction all around them.

The Vaali got to work, picking up after Juma. They tried to call some of the spirits out of Juma’s stomach, but many did not want to return to see the remains of what was home. The Vaali and woken spirits worked hard every day to clean and heal Juma, as she loved and cared for them for all of their lives, and will continue to beyond what’s known.

Some Vaali found the remains of the Raaksa’s tools and knowledge, and were turned by their curious nature. This caused another conflict on Juma; the Vaali who were devoted to Juma, and the Vaali who now held ideas for a future like the Rakksa.

If you read this far, hello! Thanks! 💙

I didn’t finish it but I met 1k words for today and I started to get too hooked on small details. I’ll probably come back to it, since there’s a few details that I think need some changing. But let me know what you think!

Thank you! Happy writing! 💙🪼

[theoldaeroplane]

worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

[preetkiran1016]

NEW FIC!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47491159

an alternate pov to Choir Boy- which you can read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45853207

i do love using Fraser POV the man is a loquatious Bitch, and his vocabulary is the best XD

as always, dedicated to the one, the only- @rupertgayes

[write-on-world]