MokaChan
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Welcome to
Mokaโs Book of Writing Ideas!
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Quick Intro:
Heyo! My name is Moka. Iโm 20+ years old. I have been roleplaying for a little over ten years- almost twenty, I think? I have lost count. I still remember writing with the asterisks for actions and meeting some amazing people who helped me improve my writing.
In this thread, I will be adding some stuff about my writing style, an example of my writing, a list of pairings and ideas, and so on. If you see anything that may tickle your fancy, please send me a message with your preferred idea, character, and I would love to have a writing sample to see if I think we would be a good match. I admit, I have become a smidge picky over the years. You can also shoot me messages if you have any ideas that are similar, too! I will update this as I think of things I may be interested in.
Thank you so much for taking time to read this!
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Last Updated: 03/31/2026
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Personal Rules
Longer Version:
Please have patience with my replies. One reason I take so long to reply is because I want to make sure that I don't have a lot of grammar mistakes and I put the best effort as I can within my post. If I disappear for a really long time, it's due to real life situations, medical issues (EDS being the root of my medical issues), &/or mental health. I have quite a few medical issues that can cause me to have severe bouts of vertigo and chronic pain, among other things.
I admit, I also tend to ghost. I know itโs a terrible habit. I either start getting the Imposter Syndrome- thinking I am not really good enough with my writing, &/or my AuDHD starts making me lose the focus on things, &/or I get a horrid bout of writerโs block. I apologize in advance for this. Feel free to message me if I've been gone for longer than two weeks! Just just please donโt spam me everyday, otherwise I will become overwhelmed and too nervous to reply back.
Adding onto that, take as much time as you need to reply to our roleplay. I have no problem waiting! I am ghosting friendly. I will not be upset if you disappear for long periods of time. I understand things happen in real life or brains lose interest in stories until one day theyโre like โWell, actually I really wanna get back to that now!โ I once waited for a year before getting a reply back from a writing partner and that rp is still being worked on to this day! So, itโs all good for long breaks. Just keep me updated on how you are doing and whatnot and if you still want to continue the rp when you feel up to it or if you would like to drop it completely. โCause I still like to know how youโre doinโ and things if we keep in touch!
Please be able to write a minimum of 2 paragraphs. If I get a one-liner in response to my 2-5 paragraphs, I will lose interest very quickly. You gotta be able to write at least 2 paragraphs for me.
Iโm totally fine with a few sentences like a mini rp or mini character interactions to help get creative juices flowing, though! If there is another section for that-!
Please be able to contribute to the roleplay. Even though I don't mind pushing the story forward, sometimes I may need help as my brain can become overwhelmed or terribly burnt out. I also love to see what ideas my partner may have. Feel free to move the story forward and add plot twists at random, too, if you think they will suit the story!
I love love love OOC chat!! Talking about random scene ideas or discussing what our characters like is so much fun! I'm one of those people who will ask questions about your character(s) like:
"What's their favorite color?"
"What do they do in their free time?"
"What's their favorite food?"
"What type of books do they like?"
"What's their biggest fear?"
"What would your character do if my character did such and such?"
Please do not control my character(s).
Please do not choose my character's/charactersโ appearances or personalities. One of the reasons why I love roleplay is because I have a choice of what I want my character(s) to look or act like. Your character is your character and my character is my character.
Auto-hitting is allowed with me. Just make sure that your character doesn't do debilitating/severe damage to or kills my character(s). Sometimes I like to spin the โWheel of Misfortuneโ to determine if my characters get hit, land a hit, make a decision, etc. and itโs soooo chaotic and fun!
I don't have any triggers as of now! I can deal with just about any type of scene, I think. Dark scenes, torture, blood, etc. If there's a scene that's too much for me to handle, I'll let you know! I will ask that you put a trigger warning above the beginning of your reply, as well as place the darker contents within a spoiler just in case. Please let me know if you ever get uncomfortable, should the story take a dark turn. I never want to make my partners uncomfortable. Iโll also add a trigger warning and yeet contents in the spoiler once I figure out the proper code!
Please do not message me only wanting to roleplay smexy time scenes. Donโt jump right into smexy time scenes at the very beginning of the roleplay, either. I need the characters to have a proper relationship of some sort or some form of history before smexy time begins. If there is a darker smexy time scene for the plot or character development, thatโs fine! I become very uncomfortable when someone wants the main focus to be smexy time. Let the characters dictate when they get in the mood.
Adding onto that, please do not message me to pretend to do a roleplay and then end up trying to pressure me to give you my number or discord or email or whatnot to message me outside of the site. As stated in the rules, this is not a dating website. I am not looking for any sort of romantic partners for myself. I am here to write, create stories with peeps, and have fun. Not get bombarded by icky messages or actions. That is a big no-no for me and if I remotely sense you are trying that sort of stuff, Iโm afraid I will have to block you for my own safety and comfort. You wouldnโt believe how many peeps have tried that with me in the past and Iโm like โPlease. Noโฆโ
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to chat with me about them!
Have Fun!
Shorter Version:
Be patient with replies. I will be patient with your replies!
I am ghosting friendly!
Write a minimum of 2 paragraphs, otherwise I will get bored easily.
Please contribute to the roleplay/story.
OOC chat is the best! Yap away about ideas & the like with meeee!
No controlling my characters.
No picking what my characters look like or act like.
Auto hitting is fine as long as there is no death, or major injuries. I still may spin the โWheel of Misfortuneโ to pick if my character gets hit, lands a hit, etc. for chaotic fun.
No triggers as of now. Just please add a Trigger Warning at the top of your post reply, as well as putting the darker contents in a spoiler. I will do the same for you!
Donโt message me only wanting a smexy-time roleplay. I need characters to have a strong bond or if the scene requires dark smexy time for character/plot development.
Do not message me pretending to want to roleplay and try to persuade me to give you my other contact info to speak to me off-site. Itโs not a dating site. Itโs a writing site. Iโm here to have fun and be creative. Not hook up. If I sense youโre trying to do this, Iโm afraid I will have to block you.
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to chat with me about them!
Have Fun!
Welcome to
Mokaโs Book of Writing Ideas!
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Quick Intro:
Heyo! My name is Moka. Iโm 20+ years old. I have been roleplaying for a little over ten years- almost twenty, I think? I have lost count. I still remember writing with the asterisks for actions and meeting some amazing people who helped me improve my writing.
In this thread, I will be adding some stuff about my writing style, an example of my writing, a list of pairings and ideas, and so on. If you see anything that may tickle your fancy, please send me a message with your preferred idea, character, and I would love to have a writing sample to see if I think we would be a good match. I admit, I have become a smidge picky over the years. You can also shoot me messages if you have any ideas that are similar, too! I will update this as I think of things I may be interested in.
Thank you so much for taking time to read this!
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Last Updated: 03/31/2026
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Personal Rules
Longer Version:
Follow the siteโs rules!
Please have patience with my replies. One reason I take so long to reply is because I want to make sure that I don't have a lot of grammar mistakes and I put the best effort as I can within my post. If I disappear for a really long time, it's due to real life situations, medical issues (EDS being the root of my medical issues), &/or mental health. I have quite a few medical issues that can cause me to have severe bouts of vertigo and chronic pain, among other things.
I admit, I also tend to ghost. I know itโs a terrible habit. I either start getting the Imposter Syndrome- thinking I am not really good enough with my writing, &/or my AuDHD starts making me lose the focus on things, &/or I get a horrid bout of writerโs block. I apologize in advance for this. Feel free to message me if I've been gone for longer than two weeks! Just just please donโt spam me everyday, otherwise I will become overwhelmed and too nervous to reply back.
Adding onto that, take as much time as you need to reply to our roleplay. I have no problem waiting! I am ghosting friendly. I will not be upset if you disappear for long periods of time. I understand things happen in real life or brains lose interest in stories until one day theyโre like โWell, actually I really wanna get back to that now!โ I once waited for a year before getting a reply back from a writing partner and that rp is still being worked on to this day! So, itโs all good for long breaks. Just keep me updated on how you are doing and whatnot and if you still want to continue the rp when you feel up to it or if you would like to drop it completely. โCause I still like to know how youโre doinโ and things if we keep in touch!
Please be able to write a minimum of 2 paragraphs. If I get a one-liner in response to my 2-5 paragraphs, I will lose interest very quickly. You gotta be able to write at least 2 paragraphs for me.
Iโm totally fine with a few sentences like a mini rp or mini character interactions to help get creative juices flowing, though! If there is another section for that-!
Please be able to contribute to the roleplay. Even though I don't mind pushing the story forward, sometimes I may need help as my brain can become overwhelmed or terribly burnt out. I also love to see what ideas my partner may have. Feel free to move the story forward and add plot twists at random, too, if you think they will suit the story!
I love love love OOC chat!! Talking about random scene ideas or discussing what our characters like is so much fun! I'm one of those people who will ask questions about your character(s) like:
"What's their favorite color?"
"What do they do in their free time?"
"What's their favorite food?"
"What type of books do they like?"
"What's their biggest fear?"
"What would your character do if my character did such and such?"
Please do not control my character(s).
Please do not choose my character's/charactersโ appearances or personalities. One of the reasons why I love roleplay is because I have a choice of what I want my character(s) to look or act like. Your character is your character and my character is my character.
Auto-hitting is allowed with me. Just make sure that your character doesn't do debilitating/severe damage to or kills my character(s). Sometimes I like to spin the โWheel of Misfortuneโ to determine if my characters get hit, land a hit, make a decision, etc. and itโs soooo chaotic and fun!
I don't have any triggers as of now! I can deal with just about any type of scene, I think. Dark scenes, torture, blood, etc. If there's a scene that's too much for me to handle, I'll let you know! I will ask that you put a trigger warning above the beginning of your reply, as well as place the darker contents within a spoiler just in case. Please let me know if you ever get uncomfortable, should the story take a dark turn. I never want to make my partners uncomfortable. Iโll also add a trigger warning and yeet contents in the spoiler once I figure out the proper code!
Please do not message me only wanting to roleplay smexy time scenes. Donโt jump right into smexy time scenes at the very beginning of the roleplay, either. I need the characters to have a proper relationship of some sort or some form of history before smexy time begins. If there is a darker smexy time scene for the plot or character development, thatโs fine! I become very uncomfortable when someone wants the main focus to be smexy time. Let the characters dictate when they get in the mood.
Adding onto that, please do not message me to pretend to do a roleplay and then end up trying to pressure me to give you my number or discord or email or whatnot to message me outside of the site. As stated in the rules, this is not a dating website. I am not looking for any sort of romantic partners for myself. I am here to write, create stories with peeps, and have fun. Not get bombarded by icky messages or actions. That is a big no-no for me and if I remotely sense you are trying that sort of stuff, Iโm afraid I will have to block you for my own safety and comfort. You wouldnโt believe how many peeps have tried that with me in the past and Iโm like โPlease. Noโฆโ
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to chat with me about them!
Have Fun!
Shorter Version:
Follow the siteโs rules!
Be patient with replies. I will be patient with your replies!
I am ghosting friendly!
Write a minimum of 2 paragraphs, otherwise I will get bored easily.
Please contribute to the roleplay/story.
OOC chat is the best! Yap away about ideas & the like with meeee!
No controlling my characters.
No picking what my characters look like or act like.
Auto hitting is fine as long as there is no death, or major injuries. I still may spin the โWheel of Misfortuneโ to pick if my character gets hit, lands a hit, etc. for chaotic fun.
No triggers as of now. Just please add a Trigger Warning at the top of your post reply, as well as putting the darker contents in a spoiler. I will do the same for you!
Donโt message me only wanting a smexy-time roleplay. I need characters to have a strong bond or if the scene requires dark smexy time for character/plot development.
Do not message me pretending to want to roleplay and try to persuade me to give you my other contact info to speak to me off-site. Itโs not a dating site. Itโs a writing site. Iโm here to have fun and be creative. Not hook up. If I sense youโre trying to do this, Iโm afraid I will have to block you.
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to chat with me about them!
Have Fun!
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Writing Style
Writing Sample
A scene I wrote as an idea of one of my ocโs, Lydia, being turned into a Drow-Vampire upon waking up post-transformation after she was murdered by her uncle. It was a very early idea, too. Pfft.
TW: Nudity, blood, mentions of sexual abuse, & overall trauma.
*Note: Any side characters mentioned aside from Lydia/Xurene & Vivaldi are my friendโs characters. These are characters for a possible book we are writing.
Writing Style
Time Zone?
Eastern Standard Time! (EST!
I like to use this website for time zones:
Posting Frequency?
It depends. Between medical issues, mental health, &/or motivation/inspiration, sometimes I can reply more than once a day. Sometimes I can replay twice a week. Sometimes twice a month. Sometimes once a year.
RP Type?
I mostly stick with 1x1 roleplays because they give me more time and less pressure to reply. I often get overwhelmed and overlooked in group rpโs, though if I am feeling a bit spunky and I find a group rp I think will hold my interest, I may be tempted to join. I am also tempted to try a three person rp to see how that would go, but I need to come up with a good idea for one.
What Tense?
3rd Person, Past Tense
Example: He looked at her, eyes widened and cheeks flushed in embarrassment. โI thought you liked cheese... I am so sorry for the misunderstanding.โ
Minimum Writing Amount?
I tend to write a minimum of 2 paragraphs. I can write much less depending on what's going on in the story and what my partner gives me to work with.
Maximum Writing Amount?
I can write 5+ paragraphs. Again, it depends on what's going on in the story and how much my partner gives me to work with.
Details?
Yesyesyesyesyes! Gimme them details. I love them. I will do my best to add details as I can.
Write Multiple Characters?
Yes! I can easily write more than one character.
Gender Preference?
I can write either female or male characters, though I am most comfortable writing women. For men, it depends on the story idea, really- For one of the lead characters, I mean. Side characters and antagonists? Pshhh. I got that in the bag! Haha.
Eastern Standard Time! (EST!
I like to use this website for time zones:
Posting Frequency?
It depends. Between medical issues, mental health, &/or motivation/inspiration, sometimes I can reply more than once a day. Sometimes I can replay twice a week. Sometimes twice a month. Sometimes once a year.
RP Type?
I mostly stick with 1x1 roleplays because they give me more time and less pressure to reply. I often get overwhelmed and overlooked in group rpโs, though if I am feeling a bit spunky and I find a group rp I think will hold my interest, I may be tempted to join. I am also tempted to try a three person rp to see how that would go, but I need to come up with a good idea for one.
What Tense?
3rd Person, Past Tense
Example: He looked at her, eyes widened and cheeks flushed in embarrassment. โI thought you liked cheese... I am so sorry for the misunderstanding.โ
Minimum Writing Amount?
I tend to write a minimum of 2 paragraphs. I can write much less depending on what's going on in the story and what my partner gives me to work with.
Maximum Writing Amount?
I can write 5+ paragraphs. Again, it depends on what's going on in the story and how much my partner gives me to work with.
Details?
Yesyesyesyesyes! Gimme them details. I love them. I will do my best to add details as I can.
Write Multiple Characters?
Yes! I can easily write more than one character.
Gender Preference?
I can write either female or male characters, though I am most comfortable writing women. For men, it depends on the story idea, really- For one of the lead characters, I mean. Side characters and antagonists? Pshhh. I got that in the bag! Haha.
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Writing Sample
A scene I wrote as an idea of one of my ocโs, Lydia, being turned into a Drow-Vampire upon waking up post-transformation after she was murdered by her uncle. It was a very early idea, too. Pfft.
TW: Nudity, blood, mentions of sexual abuse, & overall trauma.
*Note: Any side characters mentioned aside from Lydia/Xurene & Vivaldi are my friendโs characters. These are characters for a possible book we are writing.
It hurt.
Her body. Every single fiber in her body hurt. She was freezing, yet scorching hot with pricks from needles and knives twisting deep into her very bones. Her skin felt like it was on fire- as if it would fall right from the bone. Her throat and tongue were dry, yet drool still slid from the corner of her mouth, dried lips barely parted. Her eyes felt like they had been sewn shut. She couldnโt open them. Her nerves screamed at her when she tried to lift her fingers and even her nails felt like glass shards digging into her phillanges. She tried to speak, but nothing came from her. She couldnโt do anything. Her muscles felt like rocks that had been covered in cement. She couldnโt move. Nothing worked. Except her brain and the conception of feeling. Air did not fill her lungs. No, instead water did. A thick liquid, like blood. Maybe it was blood.
Ah, there it was. Taste. Metal. Her tongue tasted metal. It had a sick sweetness to it and something else. She wanted more, but she tried to spit it out anyway, because she did not. She wanted more. Her body screamed, begged, demanded, and pleaded with her to drink it. The blood tasted so good, but something was wrong with it. Besides her growing, almost uncontrollable craving for something so terrible, something was wrong. It tasted wrong. Her brain conjured up the words โWant. Fresh. Blood.โ What? Why?
She was consumed by darkness.
Wait. A drop. Metallic and very sweet and not stale. Another drop and another. A small stream and it pooled beneath her dried, unmoving tongue. It tasted devine. Why did it taste devine? Why did she want more? Why did she like it in the first place?
Her conscience left once again, pulling her back into a nightmarish sleep.
Flashes of bright, dark, hazy images. A woman with black, curly hair smiled at her before pulling her into a hug. It was her mother. Corpses littered an alleyway. A bloodied man laying on her couch, groaning. That man pinned her to her front door. Beautiful eyes changing colors. Donโt move. She laid on a pile of furs. Pain. The man again, this time with short black hair, glared down at her in an amphitheater. Bitch. The word echoed in her mind and her heart hurt. Pain. The images swirled into different ones, like she was underwater. Long, white hair. A pair of lips pulled up into a smirk. Horrible, bright blue eyes. A knife sliced deep into her skin. Ssindossa. Again, the word echoed, sending an unsettled feeling along her spine and into her gut. The images and sounds and voices were all blurred together, yet she was forced to relive them. So much pain.
Beautiful eyes changed colors once more. She was seated on the manโs lap. Zaknaphien. She was seated on Zaknaphienโs lap in his office. Hugging him. She brought him food. They lay on the couch, cuddling, as they read a book. Sweets. They had dinners together. Smiling. Laughing. Happiness. The images were smeared into nothing, like a hand wiping away blood. Bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness. The creepy smile. The man with long, white hair, dressed in gorgeous robes patting his lap. More pain. Flower. Her wrists bound by a rope conjured by the man. She was pulled against the man forcibly. Anubis. He held her tightly when Zaknaphien rushed in to save her. Fear and anger and pain.
The images played backwards and forwards and skipped sections like a movie. Replaying everything and the voices and sounds and music and feelings all began to jumble together like static until she couldnโt take it anymore. Sweets. Little Mouse. Flower. Bitch. Dearie. Sweets. Ssindossa. Lydia. Flower. Sweets. Bitch. Ssindossa. Little Mouse. Sweets. Little One. Lydia. Ssindossa. Sweets. Darling. Flower. Sweets. Lydia. Ssindossa. Flower. Sweets. Lydia.
A high pitched scream of agony spilled from her parched throat, mouth and eyes wide open as she shot up from her lying down position. A mix of blood and spiderwebs covered her body, spiders of all breeds scurrying and tumbling away as to not be thrown across the room. Her breaths were labored as she slammed a pale, bloodied hand onto the side of the stone, webbed coffin-like bed. Her sharpened nails dug into the sides while she pulled herself up more and finally managed to move over the side. Her body hurt so much. Her skin burned. Her bones cracked and felt broken. Something sharp sliced into her cheek and tongue and lip. Teeth. Long teeth. The young woman sat up from the cold, stone flooring, ignoring the arachnids that scuttled about and up the walls. She had long canines. Her fingers brushed against them shakily, feeling along the new fangs. She inspected her hands, turning them back and forth. She was sickly pale and bony and in so much pain. A pitiful whine. What was she?
Everything was loud. Lydia could hear everything. The way the spidersโ feet scratched against the stone. The bounce of the cobwebs as the breeze hit them or when a spider crawled along them. Her heartbeat. The expansion and deflation of her lungs. The ripple of the blood that had been stored into the bed that held her. She could hear the blood droplets sliding and dripping from her long hair and falling onto the floor. Her eyes squeezed shut as she grit her teeth, slapping her hands over her pointed ears with a whine. Her blood pumped loudly into her ears, like a siren blaring. Lydia shook. She didnโt know if it was from the frigid cold of the room or because she was so confused and terrified. Where was she?
God, she was in so much pain. Lydia was so thirsty. So so thirsty. If she didnโt drink blood soon, she would surely die. The thought disgusted her and she didnโt want it. Lydia needed it. She needed the blood because it smelled and tasted so sickenly sweet. She craved it. She wanted it to end. Lydia felt like she was going to die if she didnโt get any. Where would she get it? Her blurry, tearful eyes fell to her hand and she bit her bony thumb. It hurt. It stung. It bled. Disgusting metal on her tongue. She released her bleeding hand because it wasnโt what she wanted. It wasnโt the blood she wanted. Lydia spat out the mouthful and turned, regretting the action because the world spun and she fell forward with a pain groan. Droplets of dark blood slid down her bare back and tickled her skin as she forced herself back into a seated position. She heard a faint heartbeat. Maybe it was hers. It had to be. Maybe it belonged to the many spiders that crawled across rocky, smooth surfaces. One crawled up her arm.
Lydia slammed her hands down onto the enclosure, looking into the still pool of dark red and cobwebs. They stuck to her hair and skin like a dress even as she placed the lower half of her face into the thick liquid, gagging as her body forced gulp after gulp of blood into her body. It was like someone else was controlling her, not stopping until it finally got its fill. It tasted like stale metal. The young woman pulled her lips and chin out from the coffin with a gutteral gasp, coughing up some of the blood and spitting it back into the pool. As she closed her eyes, tears slipping from them, Lydia rested her forehead against the stone, coughing with a cut off wail. Sobs rose from her throat and she messily wiped at her eyes and lips. What happened to me?
โIt brings me much relief to see you awake, waelin uss (young one).โ
The young woman spun around to see who the owner of the voice was. A man. Somebody she had never seen before. He was tall, a skinner build, with a long jawline, high sunken cheekbones, and a long nose. Short, white hair, combed backwards. His skin was almost a milky white. His eyes were narrowed, black pupils thin like a snakeโs, white in color with a tint of yellow. His lips were thin, pulled into a small frown. He had the beginnings of wrinkles around his eyes and nose and mouth, showing he had aged, but Lydia was not sure just how long because elves aged very slowly compared to humans. He wore a long, charcoal and navy blue robe with silver snake patterns adorning the bottom of the black skirts beneath. The cuffs of his shirt had them, too, and his collar was high, fit snug against his throat. In the middle of the high collar was a beautiful, blue jewel sewn and held in place by a metal ring.
There was an eerie calmness about him. He was unfazed by the look of wariness she gave him and he didnโt pause in his final few steps when she tried to move away during his approach. He simply blinked down at her as he outstretched his hand, speaking in a hushed tone, a native tongue Lydia had learned from his species from her time in the past. โDos ph'sreen'aur, waelin uss. (You are safe, young one.)โ He cooed, as Lydia pressed her back against the cool stone, slowly stretching his hand out to tuck bloodied strands behind her ear with a claw. โXun naut tlu stre. (You are safe.)โ She flinched when his hand disappeared into his robeโs pocket, pulling out a white handkerchief, gently dabbing it across her face. Beneath her eyes to catch stray tears. โUsstan orn naut jivviim dos. (I will not harm you.)โ
The bloodied handkerchief was tucked back into his robe before he pulled it off to slowly hold it out for the little human. He held it spread open wide, deciding to allow her to make the choice on whether or not she would use it. If not, it was of no consequence to the older man. Slowly, oh so slowly, the woman slid herself closer, beautiful red hues flicking between his face and his robe. He only stared blankly right back at her, waiting. When she was close enough, he offered her a slow nod, wrapping her small form into the thick material. He cared not if it became stained with the blood, too used to clothing getting ruined over his long lifespan. The robe was oh so warm and it helped Lydiaโs shaking subside a little. All she wanted to do was make the pain and cold end. The manโs hushed voice sounded louder than it should have, just like everything else did now that she was out of that blood box. โXun naut tlu stre. (You are safe.)โ She didnโt know what that meant. Hopefully nothing bad.
A pitiful whine rose from her throat as he eased her into his arms, one beneath her knees while the other held her close by her shoulder. Lydia felt his gaze on her face for a very long time, even with her own eyes closed. He wasnโt as warm as she needed someone to be and there was a slow heartbeat when she laid her ear against his chest. He whispered more words of possible comfort and Lydia wondered if he knew it was difficult for her to listen to so many things. If he knew how loud everything was for her. The doors opening and closing sounded like thunder, making her jump and press herself closer to him. His echoed footsteps sounded like rocks falling down a cliffside. His breaths and heart beat were the only things that were softer. Lydia covered her ears and the drow took notice. โYouโฆ will ease in it, waelin uss (young one).โ He seemed to not know much English, but it was enough so far.
The next time Lydia looked up, she found they were in a lavish washroom. The colors were mostly obsidian and tints of gold and white. There was a soft mist in the large room as well, the scents of well water and rose petals wafting into her nose as he came to a halt by a gold and white tub. Lydiaโs heart raced and she shoved him in a panic, to which he held her tighter with a clenched jaw.
โN..!โ She coughed up more blood, getting it on the floor and side of the smooth surface of the tub. It was difficult to speak.
โWaelin uss (young one)โ I sโ!โ He grunted in pain when she elbowed his chin, making him readjust his hold to grasped her wrist. The sudden grip made Lydia freeze, looking at him with widened, red hues. โI see.โ He said, never breaking eye contact. โI see you. You.โ His eyes flicked down to the robe and back up, giving a silent notation he had in fact seen everything. โWater. Clean. I clean you.โ Lydiaโs heavy, panicked breaths slowed when the realization dawned on her about what he wanted to do and she turned her head to look at the bathtub full of clear water. She looked back to him and pressed her lips together, nodding reluctantly. He simply nodded in response before putting both her and the robe into the pool. Warmth enveloped her, taking away the frigid cold and easing her sore, painful muscles. If she had been alone, Lydia would have attempted to relax. The robe was gently slid out from beneath and around her, soaked fabric slapping to the tile behind her. She remained frozen where she was, afraid if she moved the man would attack her. Instead of looking to him, she saw the blood that coated her skin swirl away from her into the warm water. Hands then gently held her head and eased her further into the water.
โBreath wait.โ She heard the stranger speak from above her, making her look at him. She understood what he wanted her to do, holding her breath before he dunked her head beneath the waterโs surface. Hands in her hair massaged her scalp, the fingers ran along her face in gentle circles with an occasional brush or poke from the manโs claws. When she surfaced, Lydia sucked in a deep breath and the rest of the bath passed in a haze. When she snapped out of her whirlwind of memories, she was standing upright, towel being used to dry her small frame off before a black nightgown was thrown over her. Her stomach did a flip when she was picked up a second time, hearing him tell her something else in a gentle, reassuring tone when she tensed. The bed had already been prepared for her with its thick blankets partially moved to the footboard of the bed. The human was placed on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight, and the stranger waited for her to get into a comfortable position before pulling the sheets and comforter over her. He tucked her in and stared at her for a long long moment. โSleep now.โ
The lamp on the nearby desk was turned off and his eyes glowed a white and pale yellow, disappearing into the darkness as he turned from her and shut the door. Lydia could still hear his slowed heartbeat. His breathing. His footsteps from behind the door. Until they were all long gone. She was utterly exhausted after the bath and was glad she could sleep even though she had not been awake for very long. She was so tiredโฆ The world became darkness once again.
Her body. Every single fiber in her body hurt. She was freezing, yet scorching hot with pricks from needles and knives twisting deep into her very bones. Her skin felt like it was on fire- as if it would fall right from the bone. Her throat and tongue were dry, yet drool still slid from the corner of her mouth, dried lips barely parted. Her eyes felt like they had been sewn shut. She couldnโt open them. Her nerves screamed at her when she tried to lift her fingers and even her nails felt like glass shards digging into her phillanges. She tried to speak, but nothing came from her. She couldnโt do anything. Her muscles felt like rocks that had been covered in cement. She couldnโt move. Nothing worked. Except her brain and the conception of feeling. Air did not fill her lungs. No, instead water did. A thick liquid, like blood. Maybe it was blood.
Ah, there it was. Taste. Metal. Her tongue tasted metal. It had a sick sweetness to it and something else. She wanted more, but she tried to spit it out anyway, because she did not. She wanted more. Her body screamed, begged, demanded, and pleaded with her to drink it. The blood tasted so good, but something was wrong with it. Besides her growing, almost uncontrollable craving for something so terrible, something was wrong. It tasted wrong. Her brain conjured up the words โWant. Fresh. Blood.โ What? Why?
She was consumed by darkness.
Wait. A drop. Metallic and very sweet and not stale. Another drop and another. A small stream and it pooled beneath her dried, unmoving tongue. It tasted devine. Why did it taste devine? Why did she want more? Why did she like it in the first place?
Her conscience left once again, pulling her back into a nightmarish sleep.
Flashes of bright, dark, hazy images. A woman with black, curly hair smiled at her before pulling her into a hug. It was her mother. Corpses littered an alleyway. A bloodied man laying on her couch, groaning. That man pinned her to her front door. Beautiful eyes changing colors. Donโt move. She laid on a pile of furs. Pain. The man again, this time with short black hair, glared down at her in an amphitheater. Bitch. The word echoed in her mind and her heart hurt. Pain. The images swirled into different ones, like she was underwater. Long, white hair. A pair of lips pulled up into a smirk. Horrible, bright blue eyes. A knife sliced deep into her skin. Ssindossa. Again, the word echoed, sending an unsettled feeling along her spine and into her gut. The images and sounds and voices were all blurred together, yet she was forced to relive them. So much pain.
Beautiful eyes changed colors once more. She was seated on the manโs lap. Zaknaphien. She was seated on Zaknaphienโs lap in his office. Hugging him. She brought him food. They lay on the couch, cuddling, as they read a book. Sweets. They had dinners together. Smiling. Laughing. Happiness. The images were smeared into nothing, like a hand wiping away blood. Bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness. The creepy smile. The man with long, white hair, dressed in gorgeous robes patting his lap. More pain. Flower. Her wrists bound by a rope conjured by the man. She was pulled against the man forcibly. Anubis. He held her tightly when Zaknaphien rushed in to save her. Fear and anger and pain.
The images played backwards and forwards and skipped sections like a movie. Replaying everything and the voices and sounds and music and feelings all began to jumble together like static until she couldnโt take it anymore. Sweets. Little Mouse. Flower. Bitch. Dearie. Sweets. Ssindossa. Lydia. Flower. Sweets. Bitch. Ssindossa. Little Mouse. Sweets. Little One. Lydia. Ssindossa. Sweets. Darling. Flower. Sweets. Lydia. Ssindossa. Flower. Sweets. Lydia.
A high pitched scream of agony spilled from her parched throat, mouth and eyes wide open as she shot up from her lying down position. A mix of blood and spiderwebs covered her body, spiders of all breeds scurrying and tumbling away as to not be thrown across the room. Her breaths were labored as she slammed a pale, bloodied hand onto the side of the stone, webbed coffin-like bed. Her sharpened nails dug into the sides while she pulled herself up more and finally managed to move over the side. Her body hurt so much. Her skin burned. Her bones cracked and felt broken. Something sharp sliced into her cheek and tongue and lip. Teeth. Long teeth. The young woman sat up from the cold, stone flooring, ignoring the arachnids that scuttled about and up the walls. She had long canines. Her fingers brushed against them shakily, feeling along the new fangs. She inspected her hands, turning them back and forth. She was sickly pale and bony and in so much pain. A pitiful whine. What was she?
Everything was loud. Lydia could hear everything. The way the spidersโ feet scratched against the stone. The bounce of the cobwebs as the breeze hit them or when a spider crawled along them. Her heartbeat. The expansion and deflation of her lungs. The ripple of the blood that had been stored into the bed that held her. She could hear the blood droplets sliding and dripping from her long hair and falling onto the floor. Her eyes squeezed shut as she grit her teeth, slapping her hands over her pointed ears with a whine. Her blood pumped loudly into her ears, like a siren blaring. Lydia shook. She didnโt know if it was from the frigid cold of the room or because she was so confused and terrified. Where was she?
God, she was in so much pain. Lydia was so thirsty. So so thirsty. If she didnโt drink blood soon, she would surely die. The thought disgusted her and she didnโt want it. Lydia needed it. She needed the blood because it smelled and tasted so sickenly sweet. She craved it. She wanted it to end. Lydia felt like she was going to die if she didnโt get any. Where would she get it? Her blurry, tearful eyes fell to her hand and she bit her bony thumb. It hurt. It stung. It bled. Disgusting metal on her tongue. She released her bleeding hand because it wasnโt what she wanted. It wasnโt the blood she wanted. Lydia spat out the mouthful and turned, regretting the action because the world spun and she fell forward with a pain groan. Droplets of dark blood slid down her bare back and tickled her skin as she forced herself back into a seated position. She heard a faint heartbeat. Maybe it was hers. It had to be. Maybe it belonged to the many spiders that crawled across rocky, smooth surfaces. One crawled up her arm.
Lydia slammed her hands down onto the enclosure, looking into the still pool of dark red and cobwebs. They stuck to her hair and skin like a dress even as she placed the lower half of her face into the thick liquid, gagging as her body forced gulp after gulp of blood into her body. It was like someone else was controlling her, not stopping until it finally got its fill. It tasted like stale metal. The young woman pulled her lips and chin out from the coffin with a gutteral gasp, coughing up some of the blood and spitting it back into the pool. As she closed her eyes, tears slipping from them, Lydia rested her forehead against the stone, coughing with a cut off wail. Sobs rose from her throat and she messily wiped at her eyes and lips. What happened to me?
โIt brings me much relief to see you awake, waelin uss (young one).โ
The young woman spun around to see who the owner of the voice was. A man. Somebody she had never seen before. He was tall, a skinner build, with a long jawline, high sunken cheekbones, and a long nose. Short, white hair, combed backwards. His skin was almost a milky white. His eyes were narrowed, black pupils thin like a snakeโs, white in color with a tint of yellow. His lips were thin, pulled into a small frown. He had the beginnings of wrinkles around his eyes and nose and mouth, showing he had aged, but Lydia was not sure just how long because elves aged very slowly compared to humans. He wore a long, charcoal and navy blue robe with silver snake patterns adorning the bottom of the black skirts beneath. The cuffs of his shirt had them, too, and his collar was high, fit snug against his throat. In the middle of the high collar was a beautiful, blue jewel sewn and held in place by a metal ring.
There was an eerie calmness about him. He was unfazed by the look of wariness she gave him and he didnโt pause in his final few steps when she tried to move away during his approach. He simply blinked down at her as he outstretched his hand, speaking in a hushed tone, a native tongue Lydia had learned from his species from her time in the past. โDos ph'sreen'aur, waelin uss. (You are safe, young one.)โ He cooed, as Lydia pressed her back against the cool stone, slowly stretching his hand out to tuck bloodied strands behind her ear with a claw. โXun naut tlu stre. (You are safe.)โ She flinched when his hand disappeared into his robeโs pocket, pulling out a white handkerchief, gently dabbing it across her face. Beneath her eyes to catch stray tears. โUsstan orn naut jivviim dos. (I will not harm you.)โ
The bloodied handkerchief was tucked back into his robe before he pulled it off to slowly hold it out for the little human. He held it spread open wide, deciding to allow her to make the choice on whether or not she would use it. If not, it was of no consequence to the older man. Slowly, oh so slowly, the woman slid herself closer, beautiful red hues flicking between his face and his robe. He only stared blankly right back at her, waiting. When she was close enough, he offered her a slow nod, wrapping her small form into the thick material. He cared not if it became stained with the blood, too used to clothing getting ruined over his long lifespan. The robe was oh so warm and it helped Lydiaโs shaking subside a little. All she wanted to do was make the pain and cold end. The manโs hushed voice sounded louder than it should have, just like everything else did now that she was out of that blood box. โXun naut tlu stre. (You are safe.)โ She didnโt know what that meant. Hopefully nothing bad.
A pitiful whine rose from her throat as he eased her into his arms, one beneath her knees while the other held her close by her shoulder. Lydia felt his gaze on her face for a very long time, even with her own eyes closed. He wasnโt as warm as she needed someone to be and there was a slow heartbeat when she laid her ear against his chest. He whispered more words of possible comfort and Lydia wondered if he knew it was difficult for her to listen to so many things. If he knew how loud everything was for her. The doors opening and closing sounded like thunder, making her jump and press herself closer to him. His echoed footsteps sounded like rocks falling down a cliffside. His breaths and heart beat were the only things that were softer. Lydia covered her ears and the drow took notice. โYouโฆ will ease in it, waelin uss (young one).โ He seemed to not know much English, but it was enough so far.
The next time Lydia looked up, she found they were in a lavish washroom. The colors were mostly obsidian and tints of gold and white. There was a soft mist in the large room as well, the scents of well water and rose petals wafting into her nose as he came to a halt by a gold and white tub. Lydiaโs heart raced and she shoved him in a panic, to which he held her tighter with a clenched jaw.
โN..!โ She coughed up more blood, getting it on the floor and side of the smooth surface of the tub. It was difficult to speak.
โWaelin uss (young one)โ I sโ!โ He grunted in pain when she elbowed his chin, making him readjust his hold to grasped her wrist. The sudden grip made Lydia freeze, looking at him with widened, red hues. โI see.โ He said, never breaking eye contact. โI see you. You.โ His eyes flicked down to the robe and back up, giving a silent notation he had in fact seen everything. โWater. Clean. I clean you.โ Lydiaโs heavy, panicked breaths slowed when the realization dawned on her about what he wanted to do and she turned her head to look at the bathtub full of clear water. She looked back to him and pressed her lips together, nodding reluctantly. He simply nodded in response before putting both her and the robe into the pool. Warmth enveloped her, taking away the frigid cold and easing her sore, painful muscles. If she had been alone, Lydia would have attempted to relax. The robe was gently slid out from beneath and around her, soaked fabric slapping to the tile behind her. She remained frozen where she was, afraid if she moved the man would attack her. Instead of looking to him, she saw the blood that coated her skin swirl away from her into the warm water. Hands then gently held her head and eased her further into the water.
โBreath wait.โ She heard the stranger speak from above her, making her look at him. She understood what he wanted her to do, holding her breath before he dunked her head beneath the waterโs surface. Hands in her hair massaged her scalp, the fingers ran along her face in gentle circles with an occasional brush or poke from the manโs claws. When she surfaced, Lydia sucked in a deep breath and the rest of the bath passed in a haze. When she snapped out of her whirlwind of memories, she was standing upright, towel being used to dry her small frame off before a black nightgown was thrown over her. Her stomach did a flip when she was picked up a second time, hearing him tell her something else in a gentle, reassuring tone when she tensed. The bed had already been prepared for her with its thick blankets partially moved to the footboard of the bed. The human was placed on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight, and the stranger waited for her to get into a comfortable position before pulling the sheets and comforter over her. He tucked her in and stared at her for a long long moment. โSleep now.โ
The lamp on the nearby desk was turned off and his eyes glowed a white and pale yellow, disappearing into the darkness as he turned from her and shut the door. Lydia could still hear his slowed heartbeat. His breathing. His footsteps from behind the door. Until they were all long gone. She was utterly exhausted after the bath and was glad she could sleep even though she had not been awake for very long. She was so tiredโฆ The world became darkness once again.
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Writing Themes
EDIT: I have reopened the thread! I didnโt realize I had closed it until a nice person pointed it out to me! Also, please check out the Index as it will have any future additions with my ideas and whatnot! Thank you for your patience.
- Moka
Writing Themes
Slow burn!!!
Mutual pining.
One sided pining.
Longing & restraint.
Bittersweet romance.
Tension.
Emotional depth.
Found family.
Enemies to lovers.
Lovers to enemies.
Best friends to lovers.
Arranged marriage.
Hurt/Comfort.
Protective instincts.
Angst.
Soulmates.
Bit of chaos. Bit of comfort.
Second chances.
Reluctantly falling in love.
Trust being built slowly.
โWe shouldnโt, yet we do.โ
Forced proximity.
Love at the wrong time.
Tenderness beneath tension.
Flirting with danger.
Gentle intimacy.
Grief and healing.
Locked in room tropes.
Wholesome things.
Almost kissing interruptions!!!!
Betrayal.
Corruption.
Redemption.
โI would burn the world for her/him/them. Just watch me.โ
Kidnapping.
Goofy Chaos.
Mutual pining.
One sided pining.
Longing & restraint.
Bittersweet romance.
Tension.
Emotional depth.
Found family.
Enemies to lovers.
Lovers to enemies.
Best friends to lovers.
Arranged marriage.
Hurt/Comfort.
Protective instincts.
Angst.
Soulmates.
Bit of chaos. Bit of comfort.
Second chances.
Reluctantly falling in love.
Trust being built slowly.
โWe shouldnโt, yet we do.โ
Forced proximity.
Love at the wrong time.
Tenderness beneath tension.
Flirting with danger.
Gentle intimacy.
Grief and healing.
Locked in room tropes.
Wholesome things.
Almost kissing interruptions!!!!
Betrayal.
Corruption.
Redemption.
โI would burn the world for her/him/them. Just watch me.โ
Kidnapping.
Goofy Chaos.
There are likely others, but those are what popped up in my head as of now. Haha!
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EDIT: I have reopened the thread! I didnโt realize I had closed it until a nice person pointed it out to me! Also, please check out the Index as it will have any future additions with my ideas and whatnot! Thank you for your patience.
- Moka
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