#WriteVentures

[cilil]

Writing rn and I just realized that this is the third time in about a week that I slapped a vagina on a male Ainu.

Hope you guys enjoy/will enjoy the Oromëgina, the Maigina and the Námussy!

[vuetyris]

Imagine; the Baker family before finding Evelyn and Mia, before their property regressed, before the mold took hold.

Jack Baker, father of two, driving into town on a weekly basis; helping the homeless and disenfranchised people the best he can. Sometimes, he offers them a dinner and a bed for the night - bringing them the home where Marguerite is happy to make a semi-special dinner in front of their guest - scolding Jack in the next room. “Stop bringing home guests, Jack.”

“They needed help, Marguerite.”

And the visitor stays the night; they stay in a guest room. They never see Zoe - she rather sleep in her trailer - and Lucas Baker never seems to be around. Jack and Marguerite like having guests, they planned to someday rent out their home as a Bed & Breakfast - that’s why they bought the house on the edge of the bayou.

In the morning, the visitor sees the half-deconstructed yard, with chopped log and stumps scattered around the front yard. Work tools left off to the side, it’s still a big work-in-progress. Stuff here and there, but the passion is there, and only in certain light does it look a bit creepy.

The visitor leaves in Jack’s truck that morning; Jack’s truck is known locally to give people a ride or a home for a night. People suggest those without a place to stay to look for Jack’s truck.

And after going out Jack returns home, resuming his work on fixing up the property. Marguerite helps too, so does Zoe. The three of them ask Lucas to help out when he’s not locked up with his next project. He doesn’t know what to do, but he tries to do his best. They have their laughs, they have leftovers for dinner, and go to bed.

That’s how the days go for the Bakers.

Jack and Marguerite work on their dream Bed & Breakfast business. Zoe and Lucas are working up to their own ambitions. They’re isolated from the nearby town - not many people come visit them. Cut off from the rest of the world except for a lone road and the nearby river.

One night, there’s a series of thumps. They sleep through it, except for Lucas - working on another one of his projects late into the night. He brings it up the next morning, Jack plans to drive out down the river later that day.

After trying to dig out a stump for most of the day, he goes out on a boat.

And he finds the wreck of the tanker; horrified but what he finds, still clinging to some hope there is someone alive. He continues to search with the light on his boat, searching the dark waters with a plastic PVC pipe - finding odd growths here and there on the rubble. He finds a young woman and a conscious child on a pile of wreckage and - as he’s always done - takes them home. Give them a bed and a meal.

Jack and Marguerite ask the young girl, Evelyn, if she knows what happens. She claims no, and she’s afraid of losing her mommy too. There’s tears, Jack and Marguerite try to cheer her up; reassuring Evelyn her mommy could just be fine - she just might be out for a couple days.

Evelyn is happy; she has a family.

Then Jack wants to go into town for supplies; tools and food to fill the fridge. Evelyn tags along; strangely, she doesn’t want to bring up the tanker, nor is she keen on looking to have Jack tell anyone about it. And when they get back Marguerite tells Jack that ... Evelyn never left.

She’s been in her mother’s room for the entire time.

Slowly, things start getting weirder. Marguerite starts finding grey mold in the cracks of fresh floorboards. Grazed by nicks here and there from fixing the house just seem to vanish - no welt, no marks. She must’ve imagined them.

At dinner Evelyn doesn’t want to stay at the table; Jack and Marguerite try and get her to stay, but she leaves anyway. Lucas and Zoe are spending less time at the table, in the house. Lucas tells Marguerite on his way to eat leftovers the next morning the little girl creeps him out. Zoe says nothing.

Over time, things just keep getting weirder. Jack finds himself being able to uproot stumps easier, some of his tools are more worn. He shows off the Marguerite - that his strength when he was younger has come back. Marguerite finds more strange mold in the crooks of the house, Jack suggests that he could get some specialized things in town.

And Evelyn is always just ... there. By his side, saying nothing. Watching.

He doesn’t talk with other residents anymore, doesn’t invite anyone to his family’s home even if they plead. It just wouldn’t feel right to him. Eventually, he doesn’t show up in town anymore.

Rumors grow that something has gone wrong at the Bakers, but no one goes to check on them - not many people know them well enough to just swing by.

Lucas put up signs for visitors to stay out on the front gates.

Behind the front gates, the family is suffering.

Marguerite’s joy of cooking starts failing her, finding herself more and more often giving out under-cooked food to Jack and occasionally Lucas or Zoe. She starts craving for odd things - the bugs swarming the boat house, a bird that died in a tree above the property. It disturbs her when she has time to think about it. But after being cut off from the outside world ... she’s gotten used to it.

Jack has endured intrusive thoughts about taking people he wants to help home to make them a part of the ‘family’. Evelyn keeps trying to persuade him, no matter where he tries to cut himself off, she’s always there, telling him, yelling at him. One night, he digs out the gun he got Marguerite back when he was working. He makes a note for Marguerite, makes sure the gun is loaded, and pulls the trigger.

Marguerite finds him soon after, half stunned and half relieved, Jack tried to commit suicide, and it succeeded ... and failed. He’s still alive; he’s distraught, Marguerite is distraught, Evenlyn is distraught ... and angry.

Evelyn’s demands get more stringent; and her mother wakes up and becomes her muscle.

[iniedeliyarelanika-blog]

Perigi Misteri Bebian

Jalan setapak tak lekas menjadi jalan dua tapak

Tanah di bukit-bukit tak lekas melandai

Kaki mungilku pun rela ditusuk oleh perdu

Berjalan rikuh menjinjing ransel lusuh

Jurang dalam tak membuatku gentar

Tapakku tetap mencetakkan tandanya di tanah bukit

Menanjak paksa batu dan lempung

Dengan terompa karet berwarna merah muda

Agar sampai ke perigi misteri Bawean

Tentu saja perigi yang dimaksud ini begitu besar

Aku pun ragu jika menyebutnya dengan nama perigi

Perigi berwarna hijau kehitaman, yang sepi dari peradaban, dan memiliki cadangan-cadangan misteri bawah air

Perigi tempat anak-anak ikan, udang, maupun kalab bermain

Ya tentu, perigi ini berada dibalik pegunungan bersalut misteri

Setelah mencoba berjalan disekelilingnya

Aku pun langsung takjub

Kuputuskan tuk memanggilnya dengan sebutan perigi

Karena mampu memenuhi rasa dahaga akan keasrian hidup

Kastoba adalah nama perigi itu

-WriteVenture Bawean, Danau Kastoba

[vuetyris]

So, I’m working on a clean reference sheet for one of my characters and casually just searched up ‘spider blood’, because you know just wanted to check and now I’m just ... Brown and blue consumes me

[vuetyris]

SO

I have a new problem child that originates from a dream.

His current name is Vrune Lanh; shy, careful, has a sweet smile, and half demon.

I didn’t get a chance to doodle him out until about an hour ago. Normally passes as human; his transformed state has two different versions: Content, and Rampage. His demon shape appears like an eel with a set of arms and multiple sets of sickle-arms he uses occasionally. His demon form head is only where his eyes appear, with his mouth coming from the bottom of his throat and possibly able to go all the way up his neck, vertically separate his ‘head’, and go down the back of his neck and make a flexible maw.

I could throw up some images but I am tired as hell

Maybe write a short story with him.

I don’t fucking know.

[vuetyris]

It took me some time, but I remembered most of what dream shenanigans went on last night. Probably going to write out some base details and throw it into the folder of ‘shit I won’t ever get to writing in full’

[vuetyris]

Just some random yickyack

I always end up with too many projects under my belt.

The most recent addition to the ‘shit to do’ is various Warframe fanfiction, with a good portion of the idea cropping up from my idea-riddled mind being smut with various participants. God bless late night idea forming - stopping me from getting to sleep to hammer out the basic idea on my too-bright-as-fuck dinky little cell.

So that’s fantastic.

I am still working on transitioning Dim Lampshade from first person to primarily third. I currently have the first two chapters altered but I’m waiting to rework the third chapter before announcing anything on my writing primary tumblr or wordpress. I’m still a bit ‘eh’ about the title I’m thinking of giving it this time but I’ll give that a bit more thought later on. Maybe tonight, idk.

Then I got Rem and Rayne’s adventures, I got a base idea on where to go with Rayne and Rem, got the beginning of Rayne’s stuff figured out, so yay!

I also have the bit of fanfiction I started with Simon’s struggles after the end of SOMA. I have more than a general idea I’m going for it - I just haven’t been working on it, just like everything else.

As for why I haven’t been writing a lot?

I just haven’t been ‘feeling’ it a bit lately - mostly because other things have taken my attention as of late. But a large amount of those things have been amended. One of those were my sleep schedule at the time - I ended up being up at like 2 or something before deciding ‘maybe I should go to bed’ and then just not.

The jumbled feeling might’ve also been due to not having a regular medication. [Shrug]

As with all Depression/Anxiety bullshit comes the feeling of ‘oh no I’m not doing what I need too [cry]’. So whenever I get a relapse of that mentality it’s become a red flag that my mind isn’t feeling as well as it could.I’m getting back into the groove I had before my recent unneeded slump. Morning stuff, etc, job things, foods when needed, before bed writing.