Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Sitting In A Dark Room Reading My Writing Out Loud Like A Dramatic Narrator

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Hi peeps! As I work on Every Hero Needs a Villain, do y'all want me to make the community for it so you can see some funny behind the scenes stuff and potentially certain bios as I make them? You can also make suggestions for stuff there if you want. Trying to encourage myself to complete them.

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Ooo I am so intrigued so far! I wonder why Jesse and Lira feel connected. Are they soulmates, did they know each other in a past life? I also wonder who that man was. So excited to read more!

Chapter 1 - Jesse survived

For most of her childhood, Jesse lived in what could be called a shed. The inside was cramped, barely enough for her mother and herself to move around. Drafts always managed to seep through the cracks in the walls or the gaps around the windows by the moment. A narrow bed was pushed against the wall opposite the wood burning stove, just big enough for the two of them to sleep in together. Despite all this, Jesse’s mother made sure her daughter knew she was doing her best to add as much comfort as possible to their living conditions, there were a few hand-me-downs and scraps of fabric adding some semblance of privacy and color which the two of them appreciated.

The outside was a mess of unkempt grass, some discarded tech, and a broken down truck. Nothing to write home about but it was their land, and she knew every inch. Mom would tell her stories of the past when they could afford this small patch of peace, the freedom it instilled in them before corporations swarmed the suburbs with towering, sterile buildings. This was a place of calm resilience for Jesse, though she never fully realized the weight of the situation until much later.

One day, the inevitable came barreling down on them–the land had been bought up by some nameless megacorporation. They woke from a deep slumber to a blaring horn from the bulldozer, a solemn reminder of the destruction to come. They scrambled to flee the building in time, leaving behind everything that wasn’t already on their backs and feeling distraught as they watched the home they had lived in for years get demolished in front of them.

Her mother fought hard to keep the land, but a corporation stole it. She was old enough by then to know the look of despair on her mother’s features. The last bit of freedom and dignity they had clung to for the last seven years of her life had been torn from them–leaving them both metaphorically and literally naked as she stared at the broken rubble of what she had called home.

She despised watching the apartments build up on the plot of land where she had spoken her first words, taken her first steps–but what is someone like her able to do against that level of authority? Everything she had known since birth was destroyed in a matter of moments by the cruel, unflinching megacorporation that her mother had warned her so much about since as early as she could remember.

She knew she couldn’t do anything about it–not yet at least–but she made a silent vow to herself in that moment. She would make them pay for taking her dignity, and she would personally carve out her own freedom from the very foundations of every single corpo bastard’s cushy home.

When Jesse and her mother were first forced into the complex, she found herself lost in a crowd of people. Every wall looked the same–sterile and all too clean. Every concrete hall echoed eerily, either with silence or sounds she couldn’t bare to comprehend. Her mother worked long hours to afford the rent, leaving Jesse alone in these sterile halls for all to long for her comfort. To escape the reality of the situation she wandered the labyrinthine halls or sitting on the flights of stairs–until she met Lira at least.

Lira saw her, a girl who looked like she didn’t belong in these halls even as she was aimlessly wandering them, and felt herself drawn to this girl by an unseen force. Neither girl tried to blend in, not really. Lira’s heavy boots made loud echoing footsteps as she walked towards Jesse, who seemed to almost be in a trance as she walked–seemingly not hearing the steps coming behind her. Lira could tell this girl was hiding something, some heavy burden she couldn’t help but feel intrigued by.

Lira tapped Jesse’s shoulder and turned her around, seeing the girl’s trance snap the moment her hand touched the girl’s shoulder.

“You seem lost,” Lira said almost too matter-of-factly as she searched the girl’s deep emerald eyes for any signs of modification.

Jesse didn’t answer for a moment, but she didn’t pull away from Lira’s touch, either. She felt an instant connection, as if there were impossibly unspoken decades of conversation that had already happened between the two.

“What of it..?” Jesse managed, her voice foreign and broken in her throat.

Lira could feel the contempt brewing beneath the girl’s calm exterior and smirked at the attempt to suppress it. “I like that about you, the name’s Lira.”

Jesse locked eyes with Lira, a small smile threatening to creep up on her lips–the feeling was just as foreign as her voice felt just moments ago. She was speechless, considering her reply for a long moment.

“Thank you, Lira…I guess there’s no getting out of being your friend now huh?” Her voice initially came out as quiet as a mouse, “My name’s Jesse.”

Before Lira could answer, a loud bang rang out in the halls, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. What seemed like a scream was interrupted by another bang–two, three, four–Jesse’s face was contorted with fear and anguish as she recognized the scream. Without thinking, Jesse ran toward the source of the sound, Lira not far behind.

Jesse skidded to a halt as the hallway bent sharply, her sneakers scraping against the concrete. Her breath caught somewhere in her throat–a choked sound, halfway between a gasp and a sob. The surrounding air was thick with the sterile scent of cheap industrial cleaner, but underneath it lingered something coppery and unmistakable.

Her mother’s body was sprawled across the threshold just outside their apartment door. A crumpled form that once held tired laughter and soft lullabies. Her eyes–usually alert, darting, always worried about Jesse–were empty now. Open. Unseeing.

Blood seeped out from beneath her mother in sickening contrast to the dull grey walls. The pattern of it already began to dry into the cracks of the floor, spreading out like tendrils trying to become part of the building itself.

Jesse didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her legs were locked beneath her, the world suddenly quiet. Too quiet.

Behind her, Lira arrived, breathless, her presence a sharp contrast to the horror. She looked between the body and Jesse, reading the story in the girl’s silence. The air buzzed faintly with the distant hum of corpo drones–already gone, their protocol overlooking this. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the form of a man rounding the opposite corner, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the glint of a gun in his hand.

“Jesse…” Lira whispered, stepping forward carefully, as if she were approaching a wounded animal.

Jesse was beyond hearing. Her fingers began to twitch at her side–tap… tap… tap-tap… tap. The rhythm she didn’t realize she knew. A lullaby pattern, ancient and instinctive, a whisper of her mother in motion.

She didn’t cry.

She didn’t scream.

She just stared.

And then her knees gave out.

Lira caught her without hesitation, arms circling Jesse like they’d always belonged there. She didn’t speak. Didn’t try to fill the space with comfort or apology–only silence and warmth. Even though they’d just met, Lira understood something vital and unspoken. Jesse needed someone to witness this moment. Not fix it. Not erase it. Just be there.

And Lira stayed.

This is getting so exciting! I can't wait to see wherever Veyra wants to take them. And also who else is on her team. It sounds intimidating, though it's definitely one of the few chances they have at safety.

Though I am a little confused when it comes to Veyra's description. She is originally described with white hair, and then dark hair. You may want to clarify for readers.

Chapter 5 - Mysteries.

They followed her at a distance—neither too close to spook her, nor too far to lose her in the crowd. She moved through the market with the kind of grace Jesse only ever saw in dancers or predators. Her coat was long, matte black with subtle electric-blue threading that shimmered like circuit lines when it caught the dim light. It didn’t match the worn, chaotic energy of the market; it was too clean, too calculated.

Her boots struck the ground with purpose, soles silent despite the grit beneath them. Jesse noticed the way people seemed to part for her, even without realizing it—like their instincts warned them to keep a respectful distance. She wasn’t just any local.

Lira leaned in close to whisper, “She’s not armed—at least not obviously. But look at her posture. Center of gravity’s low, hips slightly forward… Combat trained.”

“Military?” Jesse murmured.

“More likely corpo security. Or worse—ex-corpo, off-leash.”

Jesse kept her eyes fixed on the woman’s hair—a sharp, asymmetrical bob dyed white-blonde, the ends faded into an unnatural cyan that pulsed faintly under the neon signs. The back of her neck was bare, save for a glowing datajack with an old corporate logo burned into the skin like a scar that never fully healed.

She’s not hiding where she came from, Jesse thought. She wants us to know.

The woman glanced over her shoulder once—just once. Sharp eyes like twin razors. No surprise, no fear. Just confirmation.

“She knows,” Jesse whispered.

Lira nodded grimly. “Good. Makes it easier to skip the lies when the shit hits the fan.”

The woman chuckled, a soft sound that felt oddly out of place against the sharp edges of her presence. “Hopefully the only thing blowing up is going to be Omnigen, dears.”

Jesse tensed at the name. “I assume you’ve done your research?”

“Of course I have. Can’t go scouting for new team members without knowing exactly who you are.” Her voice was calm, clipped, like the decision had already been made for them.

“Team members?” Lira’s tone sharpened. “We tend to fly just the two of us. Not sure how well that’s going to fit into your little operation.”

The woman didn’t flinch. “Oh, I don’t expect that to change. Omnigen—and every other corpo snake—has eyes on you. If you suddenly had backup, they'd double their security before we had a chance to strike.”

They trailed behind the woman through a narrow alley choked with rusted fire escapes and neon reflections bouncing off puddles. The city’s usual noise faded to a distant hum, replaced by the sharp clicks of the woman’s boots echoing against the damp concrete.

Jesse quickened her pace just slightly, stepping closer. “So…who are you exactly?” Her voice was soft yet eager, the corners of her mouth twitching with the hint of a grin. “I mean clearly you know us, it feels kinda unfair not to know your name.”

The woman glanced over her shoulder with a half-smile. “Call me Veyra. That’s all you need for now.”

Lira stayed behind them, eyes sweeping over rooftops, windows, any reflective surface. She didn’t like how quiet this part of town was—it wasn’t abandoned, just… too still. “And what exactly do you want with us, Veyra?” Her fingers flexed, itching for the comfort of something familiar—like the spray can she kept clipped to her belt.

“I want what you want,” Veyra said simply. “To burn the rot out of this city. But if we don’t get smart about it, we’ll die trying.”

Jesse furrowed her brow. “I assume that means building a team?”

Veyra nodded slowly. “A decentralized cell. One no one can pin down. You two are ghosts—they’ve already spun stories about your ‘terrorist ring.’ Let them think it’s bigger than it really is.”

Lira narrowed her eyes. “You’re talking like you’ve already made the decision for us.”

Veyra stopped suddenly, turning to face them fully for the first time. In the dim light, Jesse could finally get a better look at her—mid-thirties maybe, sharp cheekbones, a jagged scar bisecting her left eyebrow. Her hair was dark and cropped close, her leather coat having seen more years than it should have. But her eyes… her eyes burned like dying stars.

“I’m talking like I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been breathing,” Veyra said. “But I haven’t survived this long by forcing people into fights they don’t believe in.”

Jesse tilted her head, intrigued. “Then why us?”

“Because you started something.” Veyra spoke calmly, eyes flicking from Jesse to Lira. “And because you don’t look away when the world bleeds.”

Lira folded her arms tightly. “That’s not a compliment. It’s a death sentence.”

Veyra didn’t disagree.

She simply shrugged, a faint smile creeping across her features. “And yet here you both are—following a strange woman who has a very obvious corpo past.”

“We don’t exactly have a better option,” Jesse replied, her voice firm and muscles tensed. “The apartment’s compromised, and we don’t have many alleys or markets to hide in.”

Veyra smirked, sensing the tension in the air. “Your apartment never was truly. Omnigen already knew exactly where you lived. They let you stay there to lull you into a false sense of security—until you started making too much noise. They wanted to scare you into submission, stop you from joining something bigger. Like my team.”

Lira clenched her fists at her side, her voice was ice cold. “And who says we’re joining your damn team?”

“I didn’t say you were,” Veyra said calmly. “I just figured I’d show you a place that’s safer than your busted apartment or the middle of a protest about to be gunned down.”

Lira and Jesse both froze, stealing a glance at each other.

“That…does sound like a better deal than just hoping we don’t catch another bullet.” Lira said, her voice an admission of guilt and defeat that Jesse had never heard before. Softer, more willing to submit to Veyra’s words.

Jesse watched carefully, unsure what scared her more: the bullets, or the tone in Lira’s voice.

As a college writing major, I am imploring some of you to understand seeing a work in a different way than the author intended is not "media illiteracy". This is not a church and the writer is not the pope.

I am gently encouraging y'all, if you think this, to look into literary theories, because then you will realize there are multiple valid ways to study and interpret a work. And guess what? Some of these theories do not explore the author's original intent at all, but rather let the work speak for itself. That is a valid way of reading a work just as much as researching the writer's intent or background. I am especially concerned about this attitude I am seeing in the younger generation that there is only one way to interpret a piece of art. That is not the beauty of art.

I am especially tired of seeing posts like this about the classics, usually by individuals who make jokes about how people who don't view a work the way the author intended "need to go back to high school". I do not blame them for this ignorance, but I am begging them to learn about media analysis outside of the high school classroom, because high school only teaches you one way to approach stories.

Also, nothing makes me roll my eyes more than when people yell "media illiteracy" towards someone interpreting a work differently due to their unique experiences. The amount of singlets who yell "media illiteracy" when I, a plural person, try to explain my discomfort towards most possession stories, is so annoying. Like, it isn't an attack, it's sharing a different view point based on my unique perspectives as a plural person. This is a great opportunity to learn about experiences other than your own, not to trounce people.

Writing Update 5/22/2025

I am continuing to work on Every Hero Needs a Villain and I am super happy to announce that I'm actually making great progress when it comes to both hero and villain descriptions. Each category has six, with each hero having a villain and vice versa. I hope I've gotten a good spattering of personalities for people to enjoy this way.

Here's a snippet from Straight Shooter's, a cowboy object head:

He can inspire a state of restfulness depending on the color of his scarf. Red is for physical restfulness, purple is mental restfulness, blue is emotional restfulness, green is spiritual restfulness, yellow is instinct restfulness, and sometimes he has a rare rainbow of all these colors. Yet, to do so, he too must also achieve this restfulness for himself.

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Writing Master List

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The Crimson Bride

Psychological horror | Wattpad | AO3 - Complete - 11 chapters

Florence, a transman who has recently escaped his abusive ex-husband, is haunted by dreams, or more accurately, nightmares exploring his traumatized psyche. Through a twisted version of his new partner, he is forced to confront his fears concerning womanhood, men, and sex, recognizing his internalized guilt from "the incident" along the way. His partner Max may have some similar struggles.

Main Characters

Florence - Skittish transman who keeps having nightmares about his ex husband.

Max - Florence's husband, who is battling with nightmares of his own about his mother.

The Man - Florence's dream version of Max, embodying all of his fears about men.

Sam - Max's old childhood friend and crush.

Every Hero Needs a Villain

Psychological horror, queerplatonic romance | To Be Posted

In a world of heroes versus villains, what happens when a hero and villain become best friends? What about when they fall for each other? Very tentative description that will be updated later.

Main Characters

TBD

The Diary of Spinel Bamford (Looking for Beta Readers!)

Horror mystery | To be posted - Complete

The Bamford manor is known for hosting a variety of colorful figures. Most notably, there's the ever sweet Mrs. Bamford, her brother, Charles, who is overcoming a recent tragedy, and her son, Spinel, who is silent as the grave. Only, Mrs. Bamford was barren until she met a certain, Hellish suitor, and the in house priests are well aware of that fact. Yet, when the manor staff start dropping like flies, the Antichrist may be the only one who can catch the culprit. A story full of commentary about religious fear mongering and the horrors of childhood.

Main Characters

Spinel Bamford - The literal Antichrist, a smart and silent child who's on the case!

Rosey - Spinel's mother, a sweet, enthusiastic, and caring woman.

Charles - Spinel's uncle, a clumsy yet sweet man who finds himself a prime suspect.

Detective - The dutiful and hardened detective, who is constantly stumped by the weird going ons within the manor.

The Breeding Grounds (Looking for Beta Readers!)

Sci-fi comedy | To be posted - Complete

In a very superficial anthro dog society, dogs compete in a game show to see which contestants can make the most beautiful pup using the patent pending Love Maker machine. Whoever wins is allowed into The City of Divine Visage, where they believe they will live a better life with more opportunities. Being invited onto the show is an honor, and dogs come from far and wide to shoot their shot. Yet, this year's game show has several twists and turns not even the announcer and producers could have predicted! An absurdist experience full of laughs and, most importantly, silly anthro dogs.

Main characters

Barker Woofington - Host of the breeding grounds, a strange and energetic fellow who does everything he can for the contestants.

Monly - Dog from a small town looking for better opportunities, but who greatly misses home.

Snifster - Dropped out of his dream school to be on the show, and was studying The Visage Scale until that point, giving him an advantage.

Lappy - Country dog with a history of show dogs in her family, she's confident she can win using both her charm and planning skills.

Padsly - A jock who may be far smarter than anyone ever expected, and even more conniving.

Sleep Laughing

Sci-fi Horror | To be posted - In Progress High Priority

In a sci-fi world, a "villain" is trapped in his own underground bunker with a set of "heroes". This rag tag group are desperately trying to get out while also tending to him. The problem? The "villain" has sustained a large gash of light, the particles threatening to consume him if it's allowed to spread any further. A story of robbed anatomy and role reversals.

Main characters

The villain - I wonder what someone like him dreams about. Do we even want to know?

Hope - The villain's caretaker who can't seem to help but baby talk him in the process.

Onyx - A tough older man who takes a more rational approach to the entire situation.

Hunter - Spunky young nurse who seems to hate his job.

Dick - The leader of the group, and his nickname says it all.

Lenore - A quiet woman who is far more capable than the others give her credit for. Comes off as cold yet has a heart of gold.

The Body Washer

Body horror, sci-fi horror | To be posted - In Progress Medium Priority

In a world where citizens are too busy to shower, machines take over the cleaning for them. Machines which may be able to operate on their own one day, but they need your help to train them! Well, that and their clients' data. You as a shower operator will face several strange horrors as you begin your new job in this dystopian society. Just what is the manager not telling you?

Main Characters

You - That's right, did I stutter?

Your manager - A strange man, the job seems to have taken a toll on him.

The Ghost & The Sludge (In Progress)

Queerplatonic Romance - To Be Posted - In Progress Low Priority

In a world full of monsters, the strongest monsters protect the others from humanity and are seen as worthy of respect. This attitude seeps into the school system, where monsters are taught this hierarchy in order to survive. Within one of these schools, a ghost named Preston finds himself getting closer to the ever popular sludge monster named Laurent when on their senior trip. Despite Preston being the stereotypical "loser", he finds he has more in common with Laurent than he would have ever expected. Will Preston manage to figure out Laurent's intent before the trip ends, or will he always be left wondering about that strange Summer?

Main characters

Preston - A shy ghost who keeps to himself, terrified of being bullied.

Laurent - The ruling sludge monster of his class, known for being a party animal yet also extremely studious.

The Glass Mosaic

Wattpad | AO3 - Completed - Oneshot

An art enthusiast finds himself face to face with the individual who broke his beloved stained glass window. He struggles between two desires; the desire to punish them, and the desire to find out why they'd do such a horrific thing. He practically worshiped that stain glass window, taking the time to understand why it was made, even though he himself lacks the passion the artist had. In his eyes, anyone who would destroy it must be some kind of monster. Yet, discovering the destructive individual, he realizes that description is far from the truth.

Main Characters

The art lover - A protector of the arts because he himself struggles to make them.

The art destroyer - Someone who may not know any better.

The Metz Family Breakfast

Wattpad | AO3 - Complete - Oneshot

One shot pertaining to my original characters the Metz family, including their teasing mother Mrs. Metz, the grumpy oldest Rainer, and his hyper younger sister Frida. When they're making breakfast together, Rainer is horrified when his sister Frida gets involved.

Cats of Imperium

Wattpad | AO3

Stories set in an open fantasy world where different types of fantasy cats try to survive under the goddess' rule.

I Could Never Sleep In Your House

AO3 - Complete - Oneshot

An unnamed narrator reflects on why they could never sleep in an old friend's house.

To Be Published

Infernal Serenade Series

Horror mystery | Three books - In Progress High Priority

The lone jogger, Quentin, ends up befriending the devil of Chiffon street, Bradi, and his girlfriend, Nicky. Though their neighbors tend to misunderstand them, Quentin finds himself connecting to them outcast to outcast. Yet, the more Quentin gets to know them, the more he suspects they may be involved in something occult. Ironically, while diving into this mystery, Quentin struggles to hide quite few secrets of his own. A tale set in the suburbs of a cult ridden California where every shadow and creek in the night hints at something greater, something more terrifying.

Main characters

Quentin - The mysterious jogger whose personal life is a complete mystery. Kind, though a bit awkward and stone faced.

Bradi - The devil of Chiffon Street, a bratty college student who has been known to terrorize his neighbors using his hose.

Nicky - The girlfriend of Bradi, extremely sweet and playful with an interest in all things occult.

Desiderius - The literal demon of lust, and an extremely mischievous and playful one at that.

Ashes of The Vale

Horror mystery | One Book - In Progress Medium Priority

Sawyer moves away from his sister, Alice, and into the small town of Ashvale to carve out his journey of independence. Yet, as the days pass, strange occurrences keep happening. His neighbors act as if they're hiding something, there's rumors about the previous owners of his house going mad, and he swears he hears things going bump in the night. Sawyer begins to worry the town's superstitions may be based on fact. Worst of all, he finds he can not escape his night terrors, and if anything, they begin to worsen.

Main Characters

Sawyer - The POV character, who recently moved into his new home, which was suspiciously cheap. His neighbors, however, are even more suspicious, though that might just be because Sawyer is plagued with nightmares, making him paranoid.

Remi - The person who greets Sawyer, and whom Sawyer feels the closest to. He's the glue that keeps the group together, being kind, playful, and energetic.

Nick - They're a flirtatious artist who the town folk seem to have a particular disdain for.

Jonathan - An extremely stern young man who is always keeping an eye on his friends for reasons he keeps close to his chest.

Cynthia - A shy and sweet young woman with a love for animals.

FAI

Horror Mystery | One Book - Revamping Medium Priority

When young Matthew's mom dies, he feels like his world has come to an end. Yet, his hopes sky rocket when the FAI, a discontinued toy, start appearing in his house and playing games with him. He believes his mom sent them to lead him back to her. Unfortunately, they're not alone. As Matthew grows older, investigating the FAI makes him realize his mom's line of work may have been more shady than he ever realized.

Main Characters

Matthew - A young boy who just lost his mother, and is desperate for her return.

Shapey - a FAI toy that looks mysteriously different from the rest.

The FAI - A discontinued toy set that appear in Matthew's house. They feel frighteningly lifelike.

Updated!

[ABOUT]

I’m Carter (she/him) and I’m a 20 year old Black lesbian. Writing has been my passion and favorite hobby for as long as I can remember, but when I’m not writing I’m out following my second passion in college (environmental science). My activity wanes in and out, but as of May 2025 I’m still here! My main blog is @phantomfemmes​, which is where I like and follow from as well as post about whatever my heart desires.

I am going through an obsession with horror, so if you write that, feel free to tell me about your wips. I’m also a big lover of poetry, “flowery” prose, and anything featuring wlwoc as main characters. 

[WIPS]

I have two main wips that I work on from time to time:

The Taste of Hallowed Earth (formerly All That Remains)

Twelve years ago, Sadie Copeland’s older sister, Leila, vanished from their hometown in Salvation, Mississippi and her family was never the same again. Sadie’s mother packed their things, driving until Salvation disappeared in the rearview mirror and the whole thing was nothing but a nightmare. But no matter how far they drove or how much time passed, Sadie had never been able to shake the feeling that there’s more to the story than what her mother let on. 

Following the death of her mother, nineteen year old Sadie finds herself back in Salvation, the place where it all began. Upon arriving there, it is clear that something sinister is going on—something that no one wants to talk about and that everyone hides from when the sun goes down. And while Sadie has never believed in ghost stories (at least, not in the spectral sense), she can’t help but fear what may be lurking in the darkness that surrounds Salvation.

Themes:  gothic horror, southern gothic, unreliable narrator, small towns, unreality, paranoia, death, grief, estranged familial relationships, mother/daughter relationships, paranormal, religion, trauma, ghosts, queerness, psychological horror, religious horror

In the Heart of the Ocean

In the Heart of the Ocean follows Carolina “Caro” Bell as she recounts the disappearance of her best friend Moira from their quiet coastal town as teenagers, and Moira’s subsequent reappearance three years later after emerging from the depths of the ocean with no memory of where she’d been—only to disappear forever the following year. When Caro’s niece, who she has temporary custody of, nearly drowns in that same sea twenty years later, Caro decides to finally explore the secrets contained in its dark and murky depths. But in order to do so, she must first confront the past and the truth surrounding Moira’s disappearance. 

Themes: literary fiction, queerness, magical realism, female rage

behold, honse

went through a lascaux horse phase and the results are uhhhh *checks list* bumper stickers, bookmark, sticker sheet, and die cut sticker

[shop] - honses will be released into the wild on May 3 (2025)

The iron hand of Götz von Berlichingen (1480-1562), a knight and mercenary who lost his right arm in a siege [640×360]

Hey, whatever you find the most fun. I can sort of relate. For some of my stories it's more about the idea or world than the characters.

Happy storyteller saturday! What are you most looking forward to writing in your current WIP?

Honestly? No idea. I don't think like that. I don't (usually) have a scene, a specific character, or even a theme when I start a story. I have the seed of an idea and just write. Thanks for the ask.