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WIP: On Account of Lost Adventures
"A woman takes on the hefty task of setting legends straight by interviewing those used for their inspiration."
Genre - Gaslamp Fantasy Epolistary Fiction
Setting - All across Guinevere, a country in the world of Gen'Fa'Sett.
Goals - Novel Around w/ 40,000< Words
Summary — Those who leave their mark on history are never forgotten. But what about the people who got them there? An overachieving grad student is the only one who seems to care.
She strives to be known under the pen name Ms. Quill by piecing together the origins of Champions, deities who once walked among mortals. While studying her country's history concerning demi-gods, she finds evidence that a local politician once strived to become one himself. The only problem is that his past self is supposed to be dead.
Quill believes the truth can be found beyond the rumors, using faded memories from adventurers' past. Recorded conversations, salvaged diaries, and torn logs all sew themselves into her new tapestry, one that begs questions that can't be all answered.
Tags: Victorian Era Inspired, Heavy Worldbuilding Focus, Black Woman Protagonist, LGBT Characters, Magi-Tech, Flashbacks to Sword and Scorery Tropes, A Chosen One Falling to Hubris
The Interviewer:
Ms. Quill - Human History Major - She/Her Under the encouragement of her favorite professor, Quill becomes dedicated to researching the origins of those who make up the Minor Arcana, the mythology that the Champions belong to. In her search, a thread ties itself to Guinevere's most powerful politician in its capital. Determined, a bit out of her depth, and ready to sacrifice any social standings for her project, Ms. Quill works hard for her story.
The Interviewees:
Roman Scurrier - Quarterling Activist - She/Her Roman left behind a life of petty crimes to begin anew. Used to being looked down upon, she never made an effort to care about good standings among others. Now, she is fighting against a resolution that will heavily affect the Quarterling population in Guinevere, worsening lives already undervalued by most. Although her self-worth has improved, her base values haven't changed. Even during her days as a roguish criminal, Roman believed in supporting those in need through any means possible.
Corrin Enniaun - Human Retired Paladin - He/Him Currently residing in the offshore Northern Isles of Guinevere, he long left behind adventuring to watch over the new generations of his house name, which is devoted to the creator god Fa'. His sect, in particular, is known for its conservative religious roots. Corrin has done much work to destroy what he considers "compulsions," dreading what would happen if his progress becomes undone. He will not respond to any mention of who he once was, believing his past self to be a disgrace to the god he follows.
Mokosh, Clan Niketas - Orcan Trade Magnate - She/Her Sterling of all seas, the Niketas Trading Company is on the lips of all who require the finest exports from various continents. It wouldn't be there without Mokosh's input. She wants to be proud of who she became. Her clan depends on it. Yet she can't bring herself to. A life that was once hers passes by too fast, strained through stuffy galas and endless meetings. It used to be real, blood-bleeding-from-knuckles real. But tradition has a stronger call than adventures.
Sera of Gen's Glade - Elven Archivist - They/Them After dedicating decades to the craft of magic, Sera begins losing what they were once taught. Among those memories, they cannot recall their life before immigrating to Guinevere. This form of memory loss is expected in elves but is premature for one their age. It frustrates them to no end. They turn to collect the knowledge of others, an interest that guides Sera to come to terms with what they lost. Their archive is open to all curious and willing to connect to the past.
Basilica Arthur Daubney - Human Linchpin - He/Him Arthur originally made headlines as one of Guinevere's youngest to rise to power. As the State/Federal Forum's main head, he has legislative power in spades. His past is shrouded in a heavy fog, and what pieces he does give feel rehearsed. This has created many stories around his reputation, with citizens of every creed forming their own truths about him. He pays no mind to this. Only his best interests are taken to heart, keeping the upper class happy and everyone else suffering under his thumb.
Other Voices:
Professor Blackwell - Ms.Quill's Mentor - He/Him Scholarly voice of reason and editor of Quill's future publication. His footnotes are featured throughout her account.
The Advisor - Arthur's Human Second in Command - She/Her A charming socialite with a fascinating intellect. As if that's what she wants you to believe, so your guard is down.
Uhm... anyone interested in this silly little thing?
"Hear ye'! Hear ye'! A number of flawed individuals possess tools with dangerous power - and mysterious, godlike beings want to erase them for it. Is it because those beings sense corpses in these individuals' stead?" (A pitch for ya', dear folks).
I thought a community would be a good spot to have all stuff related to B\T (WIPs) in one place.
As to not scroll and scroll after it. Also, the Masterpost only has relevant stuff on it, not everything related to these WIPs. Unlike there.
You can learn more about B\T there or in here:
Uhm... anyone interested in this silly little thing?
"Hear ye'! Hear ye'! A number of flawed individuals possess tools with dangerous power - and mysterious, godlike beings want to erase them for it. Is it because those beings sense corpses in these individuals' stead?" (A pitch for ya', dear folks).
I thought a community would be a good spot to have all stuff related to B\T (WIPs) in one place.
As to not scroll and scroll after it. Also, the Masterpost only has relevant stuff on it, not everything related to these WIPs. Unlike there.
You can learn more about B\T there or in here:
Writing Update 5/15/2025
Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):
Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.
Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.
Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.
Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Writing Update 5/15/2025
Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):
Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.
Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.
Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.
Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Writing Update 5/15/2025
Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):
Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.
Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.
Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.
Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Writing Update 5/15/2025
Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):
Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.
Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.
Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.
Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Hi, I’m Katie! I’m a chronically ill, indie author, the primary source of income for my family, a former horse trainer, forever a werewolf enthusiast, and the COO for Wandering Words Media!
You can also find me on Patreon under the same name, Abalonetea, or check out my published books at the links below!
Youth Sunken: a horror novel about the fountain of youth and things that lurk in the deep!
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I Drowned In The Summer of 85: a tragic romance turned ghost story, set at a summer camp.
Coaltown: a creature feature horror set in the Alaskan wilds, at Sweetwater mines. the first in a trilogy.
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Hunger's Bite is out!
A specter is haunting the Atlantic!
After growing up together on the luxurious SS Lark, Neeta Pandey and Emery Botwright are ready to start their lives. Emery wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and sail the Lark forever, while Neeta yearns to travel the world. But neither will have any future at all if the Lark’s new owner, Mr. Honeycutt, has his way.
Mr. Honeycutt... The first-class passengers adore him, while he makes the ship a nightmare for the crew. Twisted by unnatural appetites, the rich are actually transforming into something less than human, and their insatiable demands soon push the staff toward a—quite literal— burnout.
Something otherworldly is undeniably aboard the SS Lark, something horribly hungry. But it’s not Wick Farley: vampire, secret agent, and paranormal investigator. Alone and at sea, with only Neeta and Emery to help him, he must uncover the truth about Mr. Honeycutt. And fast—before a ravenous craving for power consumes them all.
Available in hardcover or paperback, and ebook from your favorite online retailers! Or ask your local librarian!
OC Crossover [1/?] -> Spirit Guide Foxes
![OC Crossover [1/?] -> Spirit Guide Foxes](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9f0e73d5590b0a1deae730b3a2fcccb6/a19f41dac1d0c2d0-3c/s500x750/704353f150467d3468f8f77e8188041907244bf6.png)
Flat colored doodle of: Spring Form Autumn ( @pluttskutt 's OC) and Zenjirou (mine) from my older story The Court Of Rooks !
(Listened to this one on repeat while I drew)
Call For Alpha Readers
The time has come to send my baby into the unknown and let it be perceived.
I am in search of ALPHA READERS to read and give feedback on the second draft of my manuscript.
The Tomb’s Whisper is a new adult fantasy that you can read about here.
The Details
You will be given access to my complete manuscript and a list of questions to guide your feedback.
I am looking for a one month turnaround for a 70k manuscript, but I can be flexible on deadlines as long as there is open communication.
In return, I am willing to offer my services as alpha or beta reader, or read and comment on a piece of your choosing.
What I Need
Detailed feedback on pacing, plot, character development, character dynamics, and overall impressions.
What I Am Not Looking For
An editor. This is a second draft, grammar and structure will be iffy in places and we all have to live with that.
Reviewers. This is a second draft and my first ever novel-length work. I am not claiming to be Brandon Sanderson.
If you are interested, please fill out this Google Form to sign up! I will reach out to everyone personally to confirm details.
Throwing the tag list on here in case you want to spread the word: @outpost51 @writernopal @avrablake @writingrosesonneptune @theroseempress (please ask to be +/-)
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.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
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.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Infernal Serenade Snippet - Mother's Day Edition
You know what? For Mother's day, shout out to Quentin's mom Iris. She was such a loving, queer friendly, and all around wonderful person. She helped Quentin become the wonderfully kind and tolerant person he is at the start of Infernal Serenade. Here's a little snippet of her from the first book, a memory of her sticking up for Quentin after he got into a fight with an ableist and homophobic peer in high school:
I still remember how my mother looked back then, hair cut though she was letting it grow out, with a business top and slacks. At the time, I had grown used to the sight, not realizing she would quit that job in only a month’s time.... ...I would have laughed at the loud, whiny voice coming from the other line if it wasn’t directed at her. From the entryway, I could only hear a few choice words and they certainly weren’t pretty. Still, she nodded along, looking as intimidated by it as a dog was to a tiny grasshopper. That is to say, not in the slightest... “With all due respect, Mrs. Bria, if your child wasn’t calling mine…let’s see, what did he say again? Right, he called him a loony and a faggot, [Quentin] probably wouldn’t feel the need to retaliate...But, if I’m going to talk to my son about it, the least you can do is talk to your son about the language he is deciding to use with his classmates...No Mrs. Bria, I don’t think it has anything to do with them being boys. Could you please just talk to him?”
📖Help Rural Library After Fire 🚒
Thought I would try to signal boost for this small village. The library in the village of Prescott, Michigan was lost in a fire last month. While the building was insured, they need donations to keep summer programs running and other temporary needs. They still need supplies, including storage and craft supplies for the kids!
Donate on their website ● Amazon wishlist ● Updates on FB ● News article
Please reblog to boost! I know book lovers here understand how important libraries are.
Can we make this post do numbers? 💥
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.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
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IF YOU RUN INTO ANY ISSUES, PLEASE NOTIFY ME, PLEASE.
And here's a Funfact on this project:
Only Text Version At My KO-FI Shop, Priced: $0.22
![Copper Home [Text Only] - S.K Elena's Ko-fi Shop](https://64.media.tumblr.com/1d2f6ce51b14f023c947821af8990beb/3f8ed32f20482969-69/s500x750/cd0e25fcf9e99c9f7626bea65c33b5fe021244d8.png)
Also! If the price page gives you trouble changing the suggested price to the minimum: delete until it shows $0.00, write $0.001000 and backspace, then enter to move on to the next page /or/:
tagging a bunch of folks (no pressure to interact): @moremysteriesthantragedies , @pluttskutt , @druidx , @cheerfulmelancholies , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @ettawritesnstudies , @faelanvance , @dustylovelyrun ,
@deerwright , @aalinaaaaaa , @chauceryfairytales , @surroundedbypearls , @soupy8lowfish , @misswriteress
Writing with Sharks
Heyo! You want people to chat with about your WIPs? Or your OCs? Even your art? Come join me on discord. Let's make friends and get some writing done! I'll even be creating writing/art events or challenges through the year. Advice will be posted, references, I even do research for people in need of it. I have channels for daily prompts or challenges. Need feedback? There's a spot for that too!
Writing update 5/8/2025
It's time for another writing update. Still working on Every Hero Needs a Villain, my object head project. I'm making my way through the character bios. I am trying to just get the basics down, then I'll go over them again and add more personality. Here's Spark's description, because I thought it was cute:
They have a gently yellow and ruffled lamp shade with a lighter and brighter light bulb on their head. They typically wear a skirt that matches paired with a lighter blouse or suit top. Their clothes typically having a shimmering or glittery component to them. They sometimes wear different lamp shades for different effects, having a particular fondness for colorful glass lamp shades for special events, or cloth dotted lamp shades when they're feeling cute. Sometimes they don't even wear a lamp shade for emphasis.
I definitely want to edit it for readability, but so far so good! I hope to have all the bios down by the end of the week, and will notify y'all on Sunday if this is the case.
Taglist: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Writing update 5/8/2025
It's time for another writing update. Still working on Every Hero Needs a Villain, my object head project. I'm making my way through the character bios. I am trying to just get the basics down, then I'll go over them again and add more personality. Here's Spark's description, because I thought it was cute:
They have a gently yellow and ruffled lamp shade with a lighter and brighter light bulb on their head. They typically wear a skirt that matches paired with a lighter blouse or suit top. Their clothes typically having a shimmering or glittery component to them. They sometimes wear different lamp shades for different effects, having a particular fondness for colorful glass lamp shades for special events, or cloth dotted lamp shades when they're feeling cute. Sometimes they don't even wear a lamp shade for emphasis.
I definitely want to edit it for readability, but so far so good! I hope to have all the bios down by the end of the week, and will notify y'all on Sunday if this is the case.
Taglist: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Writing update 5/8/2025
It's time for another writing update. Still working on Every Hero Needs a Villain, my object head project. I'm making my way through the character bios. I am trying to just get the basics down, then I'll go over them again and add more personality. Here's Spark's description, because I thought it was cute:
They have a gently yellow and ruffled lamp shade with a lighter and brighter light bulb on their head. They typically wear a skirt that matches paired with a lighter blouse or suit top. Their clothes typically having a shimmering or glittery component to them. They sometimes wear different lamp shades for different effects, having a particular fondness for colorful glass lamp shades for special events, or cloth dotted lamp shades when they're feeling cute. Sometimes they don't even wear a lamp shade for emphasis.
I definitely want to edit it for readability, but so far so good! I hope to have all the bios down by the end of the week, and will notify y'all on Sunday if this is the case.
Taglist: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Intro post ₍^. .^₎⟆
♡: My name's Laila.
♡: I'm 18 years old, and I've been a writer for 3 years.
♡: I made this blog to meet writer/artist friends, advertise my works, and make helpful posts!
♡: I love angst and making my characters suffer.
♡: I enjoy making Spotify playlists and Pinterest boards for my stories and ocs, which I will totally be sharing on my blog once I'm happy with them!
♡ My current WIPs are ♡:
-Silver / I [Remastered]
-Emerald / II
-Leonardo
-Chess is a Game for Six
-Warfarin
-Psychology 101
-A+ [Remastered]
♡ My published works are ♡:
-Silver / I
-A+
(but i dont like either of them so I'm rewriting (ᵕ—ᴗ—))
Find me on wattpad and discord with the same username!
(enlightened-feline and enlightened.feline)
Navigate through my blog using the following tags:
-🌸wips
-🌸rbs
-🌸polls
-🌸writing tips
-🌸daily reminders
-🌸sillies
-🌸prompts
That's all! Bye now sillies ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼
Teenage Wasteland, Chap. 3 - Come On Kids
[Author's Note: A more transitional chapter where I wanted to introduce one more of the last major characters. Enjoy!]
As the blazing South Carolina sun, a fiery orb in the cloudless, azure sky beat down on the Earth below, Tegan ignored Miss April Stauch’s droning lecture—the final, stifling school day of the year held zero interest to her. Her gaze, instead, snapped to the gym class outside, a blur of motion circling the soccer field. Specifically, she watched Samantha. Sweat plastered her mid-thigh shorts and white Hillcrest High shirt, clung to every curve in a way that made Tegan’s breath catch. A soft sigh escaped from her lips, with the sudden silence amplified the sound in the hot, still classroom, which drew every eye to her.
“Miss Tegan, just because it is the last day of the school year does not mean this isn’t important,” Miss Stauch admonished, but it did little to bring about Tegan’s focus.
The absolute drag of a day dragged on further and further, and despite Samantha and Tegan sharing many classes, they did not share these last two periods. That while Tegan spent the rest of her time this school year watching the clock, and then that last bell finally rung. She nearly sprinted out of the classroom—everyone else be damned. Grabbed everything important from her locker; most notably a bag of weed she got from her new friend, Robin. Who had quickly become a close friend to the pair and a band member for the Starstruck Queer. Though she lived on the other side of town, closer to Fountain Inn, she played the drums and was in the grade above them, even though she was sixteen and held back last year. And luckily for the trio, she also had an old Chevy van and had a license.
“Hey!” called out Robin, whose bright rainbow-colored hair flowed down to her broad shoulders, and the leather vest wrapped around her slightly-chubby torso, patched over with all the queer flags that could fit. Not to mention all the band patches: Bikini Kill, Metallica, Talking Heads, and even a few Blondie ones.
Just beside her stood the beautiful Samantha, who held her backpack from its handle. A happy, if tired, expression crossed her face. “I saw you staring at me during gym class,” she commented with a sly smile that brightened up her features and creased her eyebrows.
“Ready to get out of here?” Robin asked, as her car keys dangled between her fingers with a slight clinking of metal.
“Fuck yeah, I’m tired of this place and everyone in it. Don’t ever want to come back,” Tegan replied, slamming her locker door shut. Stuffing the actual combination lock into her bag.
Samantha yanked on Robin’s arm. “Plus, we need to go get some food and go jam, ya know? I feel like we’re finally getting into the grove, into the pocket, ya know?”
“Hell, you’ve improved so much,” Tegan complimented her girlfriend, not caring who saw them walking down the hallway hand-in-hand. A few sideways glances and mumbled words, just out of earshot, were always present, but neither cared.
“Those tapes you got me really helped,” Sam hummed, her lips brushed against Tegan’s cheek, a feather-light touch. The faint scent of vanilla from Tegan’s hair helped hide the stench of the un-air-conditioned air. Robin’s powerful arms, who smelled faintly of weed, encircled them both in a warm embrace, her laughter a low, comforting rumble.
“We’ll get some Sonic burgers and shakes. Then we need to start working on some original songs, yeah? Now speaking of buzz—”
Before she could finish her thought, the Oakley twins—Lisa and Robert—sauntered up, radiating an aura of superiority and false righteousness. Their clothes, impeccably-tailored Tommy Hilfiger, told of the wealth their parents had, and Tegan always wondered why they didn’t go to the private schools in Greenville. Robert’s hair, bleached blonde and spiked in such an absurd way, made her think of a hedgehog; the image brought a silent giggle to her lips.
“Well, if it isn’t the queer squad of Simpsonville,” Lisa laughed at her own joke. “Father says people like you are going to burn in hell. He even says we used to take fags and dykes, and hang ‘em from the railroad bridge down off Lake Harris.”
“Fuck off,” Samantha shot back. “You are just cookie-cutter bitches. Looking like every other unimaginative poser jackass."
Doing her best to direct the pair away from the bullies, Robin shot looks at the twins, who kept egging them on and on. As they kept following the trio, the twins directed insult after insult towards them.
“Hey, unwanted girl, you’re not a dyke, right?” Lisa pushed Tegan’s shoulder from behind, which had Tegan clenching both her jaw and fists. “You pretend to also like guys, right? Or is it that you actually just like guys, but no one wanted you, right?”
Tegan didn’t reply. She did her best to just walk away, to take the higher road. Breathing increasing, thoughts ran through her head at a thousand miles per hour. Not too long ago, she would have struck out against this bully. It’s the last day of school; why not just escape from these confines?
Lisa continued, pushing against Tegan’s shoulder again despite her brother’s protests to stop. “Like your piece of shit mother who left you at the orphanage, she couldn’t even stand you. So, instead of being alone forever. You decide to get with the local dyke, right?”
“Not everyone opens their legs for anything with a dick!” Samantha growled, her face turning a bright red, her fists clenched and veins bulging.
“Too ugly and unwanted for a proper boyfriend, is that it? I think I figured you out,” Lisa mocked, pushing Tegan once more. Samantha moved to stop, but Robin held Sam in place. Sam gave Robin a look but remained silent.
“Come on, just ignore her,” Robin tried her best to soothe the pair. “Let’s just get out of here. Fuck them. Not worth the problems.”
“At least Samantha and Robin are dykes. They know what they are. What the fuck are you, orphan bitch? Just some unwanted girl who had to settle for a—” Lisa had no chance to finish her insult. She had gone on far-too-long.
Turning on her heels, and using all her weight, Tegan punched Lisa right in her Romanesque nose as hard as she could. A clear crunch shook her hand and forced the smaller teen backwards into the arms of her twin brother. Much like a broken dam, there came forth a deluge of blood that covered Lisa’s face and onto her name-brand shirt. Before either twin could react, or even a teacher, the three ran out into the hot early summer. Teachers hot on their tail, but they didn’t follow them out into the parking lot. Lisa did have a reputation for running her mouth.
“Whoa, babe, that was fucking awesome!” Samantha shouted her praise as the pair slid into the van’s side door. Slamming it shut behind them.
The inside of the van was bare, stripped of the seats that were in here. Just a thick green-brown carpet, and some party lights strung across the ceiling. They lit up into a kaleidoscopic color array that would enrapture Tegan whenever they got high, which had been as often as they could afford to do so. As the engine rumbled to life and the whole van came to life with low vibrations that ran through Tegan’s every fiber.
Her adrenaline ran quickly and fast, her blood churned as thick as mud deep in her chest. Breathing still quickened, needing to be caught but cannot be. Samantha wrapped a sweaty arm around her girlfriend, pulling Tegan closer. They shared a quick kiss. Then, it became deep, passionate, as if they’ll never kiss one another again. A fleeting moment in Heaven was better than none. Because it ended quickly with a loud cough from Robin.
“Hello, I’m still here and single!” Robin called out from the driver’s seat.
Samantha’s full-bodied laugh, a rich, throaty sound, echoed through the van as she crawled towards the back. Dusty air, thick with the scent of old canvas and faint motor oil and gasoline, filled her nostrils as she reached a hidden compartment—Tegan watched her as she pulled up the carpet to show a roughly-cut hole underneath Robin’s handiwork. A makeshift shelf, yet fully-bolted in, nestled above the rumbling machinery, held a treasure: an antique cigar box. Its aged wood and rusted hinges creaked and groaned as Sam opened it, released a pungent wave of stale weed. Inside, nestled in a crinkled sandwich bag, was the sought-after prize: dark, sticky buds, a crisp pack of rolling papers, a metallic smoking pipe, and a lighter with a peace symbol on it. Her fingers were nimble and well-practiced, she rolled a joint, the stems and seeds clunk softly as she tossed them back into the box. And tossed each one back inside. With a pat to secure the carpet, their secret tucked away once again.
They didn’t smoke the joint as they drove. No, that would be an invitation for those small-town cops—always patrolling and waiting for some teenager to fuck up—to harass them, then arrest them, or, at the least, drive them home and talk to their parents. It was far too risky. Instead, after the fatty burgers and sugary sweetness of Sonic’s drive-through faded, Robin drove them to Simpsonville Park’s far side, away from the graveyard’s somber stillness and the busier section with its cheerful cacophony of children’s laughter and the crack of baseball bats from the always busy baseball fields. Partially hidden by a thick copse of oak and maple trees, their haven felt secluded, a hushed sanctuary from the town’s watchful gaze. No one came out here.
“So, I got some lyrics written up,” Tegan said as she leaned against the metal wall of the van. Joint between two short fingers, she took a long draw and held it in as she passed it onward. But she coughed it out just a quick; a headiness overtook her and planted a smile across her face.
Robin sat beside Tegan; legs crossed beneath her. As she took the joint and took her own hit before passing it to Samantha. “Well, sing it for us! No need to be shy. We’re best friends and bandmates, right?”
The mere idea of singing made Tegan sweat; hot beads prickled her forehead, her palms itched with a nervous tremor, her mouth as dry as parchment. The simple act, once effortless during their jam sessions, now loomed, a daunting, almost impossible task. “Right now?” she stammered, the words caught in her dry throat.
Samantha’s reassuring hand rested on Tegan’s knee, rubbing it softly in small circles. “Nah, not right now, babe. Just, well, do you have the lyrics? We’d love to go over it. Just promise us you’ll sing it later.”
Tegan nodded and dug in her backpack until she pulled out an old, creased notebook. “Yeah, when we get back to your place and jam out. I’ll sing my heart out. It feels so embarrassing to do so as we get high in the van.”
“Oh, these are quite good,” Samantha remarked as she flipped through the pages of the notebook. “There’s, like, a dozen songs in here. We could have our whole first album in here. Actually, I take it back. These are wonderful. ‘Forgotten’ is so angry, but I feel it. ‘Jubilee and Me’ is so lovely.”
“Lemme see, lemme see.” Robin snatched the notebook, pursuing its pages.
Robin quietly read each page, stopped on one for a moment, then moved to another. Saying not a word, even waving off the last little bit of the joint. She didn’t look up; no, she was so engrossed to where Tegan and Samantha exited the hot van to leave the older teen to her reading that Robin didn’t notice.
A strong breeze rustled the bright green leaves of the surrounding trees. Under their heavy boughs, where squirrels scampered and birds sung, was a large boulder that showed the scars of dozens of teens who have visited it. Several names etched onto its rough surface, many proclamations of love and lust—graffiti of all sorts. Littered with empty beer and soda cans, cigarette butts dotted the dirt. Ground in by weeks and months of different shoes of those who came here for some peace and quiet.
“Lisa Oakley pisses me off so much,” Tegan let out a huff. “On the last day of school, too. The second or third best day of the year. Maybe fourth. Well, I guess fifth now with your birthday involved.”
“Dork,” Samantha joked. “She’s a nobody. Destined to have a shitty life of Sunday church, three-and-a-half kids, and unsatisfying sex.”
Robin handed Tegan the notebook and climbed up the walk beside the couple. “Dude, your songs are awesome. We need to put them to music. Like as soon as possible. Need to come down a bit before I’ll drive, but yeah, we gonna play one of these today. Just pick one.”
Tegan took it to heart, as she went through every song in her notebook. The other two distracted themselves like they did every time they got high. Breaking down into the two of them talking about whatever happened on WWF Raw of WCW Nitro, which wrestler was the best, or which show was better. Tegan held zero interest in it. Instead, she wrote a song about how Samantha made her feel on that night those weeks ago.
“That’s it,” Tegan said after some time. “Come on, let’s go jam. I’m feeling it.”
Samantha hopped off the boulder. “Oh, she’s feeling it, eh? This is going to be good.”
“Yeah, let’s get to it. We’ll play until Sam’s parents throw us out.” Robin laughed and climbed into the driver’s seat. Tegan joined her in the passenger’s side. The dash held only a cassette player with a recordable cassette of songs that Robin had copied from the radio. She pushed it in and cranked up the volume.
The van’s engine rumbled to life; a deep growl vibrated through the floorboards as Robin steered them toward the other side of Simpsonville. Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” distorted and crackling, filled the van. As the short drive got closer to Sullivan road, there came the sudden appearance of several black, ominous clouds, blotting out the sun. A heavy, humid blanket clung to the air, thick and cloying, as a gusty wind whipped around the van, which made the trees lining Sullivan Road to sway and thrash about, their leaves rustled like whispered secrets that Mother Nature refused to give up.
Samantha’s parents were kind enough to let Robin store her drum kit—a gleaming green set—in the garage, which they otherwise used only for storage. The pitter-patter of rain against the roof and the driveway formed a natural rhythm as Tegan came upon the corner where the V-shaped guitar and her very own bass guitar, lovingly-covered in a soft, grey sheet, sat. The faint scent of old wood and stale polish lingered around them. On an almost daily basis, the trio practiced, which echoed the rhythmic thud of drums and the twang of strings throughout the neighborhood. Now, with school out, the trio planned hours of practice every single day, as Tegan declared, “until we are too good to be ignored,” her words sharp and determined.
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The artist who made my profile picture! Definitely worth the commision.
Hey y’all! Due to some life circumstances, just taking this moment to remind y’all that I have commissions opened!
Additional Characters +$5
Background +$5 (Or more depending on complexity)
Shading/Lighting +$7
TOS:
I will draw:
Furries
Humans
Canon Characters
OC’s
Selfships
Ship art
Won’t Draw:
Pedophilia
Anything Political
Gore
Mecha
Art Examples:
Characters used in the second and third image belong to my friend @morgan-va
Heyo! You want people to chat with about your WIPs? Or your OCs? Even your art? Come join me on discord. Let's make friends and get some writing done! I'll even be creating writing/art events or challenges through the year. Advice will be posted, references, I even do research for people in need of it. I have channels for daily prompts or challenges.
IRIS - Spoilers Disguised As Memes [PART 3]
This is the fourth and last option of the community poll. Next up: yet another poll! If you wish to choose what to see next, join us!
Work on IRIS the remaster has officially began! Content is shown on the B/T community a couple days prior blog posts.
IRIS' L. is the placeholder title for an upcoming (Teen bordering on Young Adult) book: a portal fantasy, whimsical story with teen drama, mystery, venturing and body horror. It is part of the Creation And Destruction (Standalone) Tetralogy, the very first installment of the first BAD TOKENS story.
about the author
Hey! I'm D. A little about me… I’m a 30-something Midwesterner who has been writing for as long as I can remember. I have a passion for fantasy & romantasy books, especially if there's a morally gray MMC involved. Some fast facts: 🗡️ I’m a cat person and pet mom to one (1) disheveled gremlin 🗡️ I went to a Stephanie Meyer book signing when Eclipse came out and I’ve been chasing that high ever since 🗡️ My favorite authors are Margaret Rogerson, Holly Black, Stephanie Garber, and Carissa Broadbent!
my writing
These are my four WIPs. I'll be tagging posts about each, so feel free to view the tags for more on any individual work. My books are not spicy but still contain steamy, swoon-worthy romance.
🖤 The Mists of Morrow Vale is a dark, gothic NA romantasy trilogy with mystery, magic, and morally gray characters. My original inspiration was the Barovia setting from D&D: think lots of fog, a creepy castle, and a forest with a mind of its own. This is my current project.
🖤 Kingdom of Wrath & Ruin is a NA vampire romantasy duology with a plus-sized FMC who would burn the world to save her sister (and a vampire general who would help her do it).
🖤 A World Away is a YA fantasy romance trilogy with a focus on the Fae. Old gods, royal courts, and political intrigue collide with a FMC who just wants to mind her own business.
🖤 Prophecy is a traditional fantasy series meant to be enjoyed by readers of all ages: think Tamora Pierce meets Studio Ghibli. This series spans multiple generations and will have as many books as it takes!
My inbox is always open if you want to chat! <3
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[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