a writer, perchance

find the word

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 22:05:35 +0100

tagged by @artdecosupernova-writing, thank you! my words are guess, amuse, solid, field, slide. some claws snippets for you today~
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guess
Vivien reaches for the glass again, but Alice snatches it up and stalks off without another word. In its place on the table is a wet, black, squirming thing with a long body and a large quantity of legs. About a hundred, if Vivien had to guess, and maybe Alice isn’t merely corrupted after all. He flicks the trace of Hunterada off the table, and wonders what she gave up for it, and what she got in return.
amuse(ment)
“This is not a discussion, it is a warning,” Karsten says. “I know you, Mortem, and I know whatever your intentions were with Miss Lane, they were not wholesome. Continue to find amusement among my staff, and your position here will be discontinued.”

Rainier takes a huge slurp of coffee, tipping his chair back on two legs. “No it won’t. Gabriele would never allow it.”

At the mention of his sister’s name, Karsten’s eyes pulse bright crimson. “Keep your hands to yourself this year, Magus Mortem. Do I make myself clear?”
solid
Rainier smiles. “I make it a point to know the names of pretty boys.”

There’s a point in metamorphosis when a caterpillar is nothing but ooze in a fragile shell. A body gone liquid, digested and dissolved into a miniature ocean of self. It is this state in which Vivien finds himself now, and what he’ll be when he returns to solid form and breaks free of this cocoon he hasn’t the slightest idea.
field
Rainier wouldn’t mind about the scars on his arms. He’s not superficial the way other people are; not judgemental the way family is. He’s beyond such petty cares. Elevated. Exalted, by the entire field of demonology, not just Vivien and his small but mighty faith.
slide
“I had to,” Vivien whispers. Fresh tears slide down his blood-smeared face. “Jaime’s going to kill me.”
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however the problem is i have several really good kinktober ideas but i also have not finished all…

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 21:16:27 +0100

space-writes:

ooohhh i might have thought of a really good kinktober fic. hrrrr

however the problem is i have several really good kinktober ideas but i also have not finished all the really good kinktober ideas i had last year

sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 21:06:37 +0100

talwyns:

sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world

ooohhh i might have thought of a really good kinktober fic. hrrrr

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 21:05:20 +0100

ooohhh i might have thought of a really good kinktober fic. hrrrr

Beta Call!

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 20:07:19 +0100

space-writes:

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I have finished a decent draft of a new gothic novella, and I’m looking to get some fresh eyes on it before I lock in with detail editing.
The Tower of Briars is a gothic fairytale in the form of a 17.5k novella. I’m looking for general story feedback, though if you are knowledgeable about (very loosely) 1840s England, I would love any extra help improving those aspects.
I’m hoping to have the book out in October, so I’d like to get feedback in by mid-August, to give me time to fix and edit things.
Content warnings for standard gothic elements (death, narrative dooming, incest) apply. This is a work of Romantic Horror.
Anyway, if you’re interested, leave a comment or DM me!

i think i should be allowed to quit my job and write gross and smutty fanfiction all day and still…

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 19:03:08 +0100

brawlite:

i think i should be allowed to quit my job and write gross and smutty fanfiction all day and still pull in a salary. i think it’s a reasonable ask.

all in parts and pieces

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 18:01:47 +0100

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Forgotten Realms | M | Wordcount 1637
Tags: Unethical Experimentation, Necromancy, Torture, Magical Surgery, Amputation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Summary:
When the love of your life and greatest obsession is dead, what is there to do but try to rebuild him?
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The male strapped to the table is a pretty young thing with the wrong coloured eyes. They dart around the laboratory in fretful anguish, leaping from Vizaeth to the workbenches to the door, and if they were the right colour, Vizaeth would resent such excessive rolling, but they’re not, so it doesn’t matter. The arms and legs are what he wants from this one—the rest is so much offal.
On the workbenches—two great slabs repurposed from a grand zurkhwood dining table—his project lies beneath carefully crafted stasis fields, the complex spellwork a weaving of necromancy gleaned from the Thayan tomes lining the shelves he hauled up from the lower levels. The stalactite’s previous owners saw fit to keep their library at the narrow tip of their hanging estate; Vizaeth prefers to work nearer the top. As far from the city as he can get without leaving it.
“Please don’t please no let me go please please let me go—”
The male is babbling. Vizaeth tunes it out. It all gets to be the same after a while. The same words, the same rhythm. He’d savoured it at first, the luxury of being begged, instead of being the one begging. Now it’s just irritating.
“You’re pathetic,” he rasps over his shoulder as he lowers the stasis fields in preparation for today’s work. “You’ve hardly suffered at all, yet you’re whining like a child. You’re Menzoberranyr. Have some self-respect.”
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so posting a beta call has me convinced that anyone with ‘beta’ in their username is just a bot…

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 17:17:04 +0100

so posting a beta call has me convinced that anyone with ‘beta’ in their username is just a bot and/or an AI scammer

I just think we all deserve massive home libraries and a couple swords, as a treat

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 17:07:28 +0100

phantomtomes:

I just think we all deserve massive home libraries and a couple swords, as a treat

“It’s not fair.” The little ghost kicks impotently at the chalk lines around her feet. “I ain’t done…

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 16:01:48 +0100

cheeseanonioncrisps:

“It’s not fair.” The little ghost kicks impotently at the chalk lines around her feet. “I ain’t done nothing.”
I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. “It does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.”
“She took against me, that’s what happened,” the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.
“I been here for don’t know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me ‘till her.”
…well, that’s not strictly true.
Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.
Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.
Still, pointing that out isn’t likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.
The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.
She could get out if she wanted to. I’m not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn’t hold for a moment if she really fought against it.
I take it as a good sign that she’s still here. Pouting or not, she’s clearly willing to work with me.
“None of the others could do this,” she says. “None of 'em even saw me.” She looks up. “Are you here to exise me?”
“Exorcise,” I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. “Sorry, no, no! I don’t exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they’re happy where they are.”
“I was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.”
Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix’ her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I’d still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn’t have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.
“I think we might be able to help each other,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.
“Don’t see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.”
“Not quite what I had in mind.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. “You say that you’re not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?”
A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. “I… I knocked her coffee cup over,” she admits at last. “She was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.”
“Hmm.” The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.
“I only tipped it,” she adds. “I didn’t break it or nothing!”
“You shouldn’t have touched it at all,” I say sternly. “But… I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let’s say no more about it.”
The ghost looks relieved.
“My point is,” I continue, “if you weren’t the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There’s no other ghosts on the property.” I find the picture I was looking for. “You can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?”
“Yes’m.”
I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. “I’m going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.”
The ghost wrinkles her forehead. “What’s that when it’s at home?”
“Black mould,” I say, reaching out a foot to break the binding circle. “And I’m pretty sure it’s the cause of this haunting.”

new story coming out in lightspeed : )

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 15:01:43 +0100

asablehart:

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new story coming out in lightspeed : )

Last line tag

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 14:03:03 +0100

oh-no-another-idea:

Thanks for this one, @writingrosesonneptune!! Here’s the last line I wrote last night…
“The Lord understands,” Bridget said drolly. “We’re not getting paid to staff His place of residence.”
I’ll pass on the tag to @talesofsorrowandofruin @writingamongther0ses @reneesbooks @revenantlore @indecentpause @writeouswriter and anyone else who’d like to share something recent!

✍🏼 Heads up seven(ish) up

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 13:05:44 +0100

winterandwords:

Thanks to @thegreatobsesso for the tag!
📝 Share seven lines from your story
These are from Miles From Morning…
“Hey, man, are you home? I’d been trying to get hold of you, then someone in your section said you were in solitary but they didn’t know how long for. I didn’t want to keep trying to call and leave you with a million messages when you got out, but holy shit. Are you doing OK?”

No. I’m falling apart and I’m dying inside. I’m ten different people at once and they all hate each other. “Yeah, I’m home. I’m all right.”
Tagging @sakugraphia, @savvyminnow, @sergeantnarwhalwrites and @shay-the-maker if you’d like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to share seven lines from their story 💜
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Elven ambassador Kitarai Starflower has come to the orcish town of Kudri to finish negotiating a…

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 22:02:32 +0100

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Elven ambassador Kitarai Starflower has come to the orcish town of Kudri to finish negotiating a trade agreement with their leader, Maazen Vyal. The discussion gets exactly as messy and intimate as she hoped it would.
This story contains the following elements: Gangbang, Size Difference, Size Queen/Size Kink, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Creampie, Belly Bulge
3.7k of tiny elf x big, fat, sexy orcs. F/M & F/F (some of the women have cocks some of the men have cunts)
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I liked my elf/orc story so much i decided to make it a Proper Book! (mostly because i wanted to make a fun cover: and this was one of the most fun covers i’ve made so far)
Free/PWYW version (itch.io) | $1 version (payhip)
Want to read it first? AO3 | Author Site

me, reading my own incomplete writing : gasp and then what happened?

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 21:10:14 +0100

solisitude:

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

Beta Call!

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 20:05:57 +0100

ALT

I have finished a decent draft of a new gothic novella, and I’m looking to get some fresh eyes on it before I lock in with detail editing.

The Tower of Briars is a gothic fairytale in the form of a 17.5k novella. I’m looking for general story feedback, though if you are knowledgeable about (very loosely) 1840s England, I would love any extra help improving those aspects.

I’m hoping to have the book out in October, so I’d like to get feedback in by mid-August, to give me time to fix and edit things.

Content warnings for standard gothic elements (death, narrative dooming, incest) apply. This is a work of Romantic Horror.

Anyway, if you’re interested, leave a comment or DM me!

my hobbies include talking about how much i want to write, adding books to my never ending tbr list,…

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 19:04:36 +0100

cruel-hiraeth:

my hobbies include talking about how much i want to write, adding books to my never ending tbr list, fucking around on my phone, and procrastinating at my job

Chapter Twelve

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 18:03:24 +0100

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In which taking a break proves less effective than Rizeth hoped
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Mental arousal and physical arousal were not the same thing. The excitement of one did not necessarily include the other, a fact Rizeth had learned—and often unpleasantly endured—during his time as both consort and courtesan.
It was a fact he was now learning all over again.
The kiss Ashenivir had greeted him with had burned out all the tired tedium his meetings that day had induced, and it was little wonder they’d ended up in bed. Now he rocked up into the motion of Rizeth’s hips, taking him deep, and though he felt wonderful—and Rizeth’s body responded as ever it had—his mind kept drifting.
It was just sex, was the thing. And in all the years he’d lain with Ashenivir, not once had it ever been just sex.
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maybe going to the library will fix me

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 17:07:52 +0100

asexualbookbird:

maybe going to the library will fix me

new story : ) featuring weird western with fae evil gay sex parasites and a cursed horse

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 16:03:21 +0100

asablehart:

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new story : ) featuring weird western with fae evil gay sex parasites and a cursed horse

a writer, perchance

find the word

guess

amuse(ment)

solid

field

slide

however the problem is i have several really good kinktober ideas but i also have not finished all…

sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world

ooohhh i might have thought of a really good kinktober fic. hrrrr

Beta Call!

i think i should be allowed to quit my job and write gross and smutty fanfiction all day and still…

all in parts and pieces

Keep Reading: AO3 / Neocities / Dreamwidth

so posting a beta call has me convinced that anyone with ‘beta’ in their username is just a bot…

I just think we all deserve massive home libraries and a couple swords, as a treat

“It’s not fair.” The little ghost kicks impotently at the chalk lines around her feet. “I ain’t done…

new story coming out in lightspeed : )

Last line tag

✍🏼 Heads up seven(ish) up

Elven ambassador Kitarai Starflower has come to the orcish town of Kudri to finish negotiating a…

Free/PWYW version (itch.io) | $1 version (payhip)

Want to read it first? AO3 | Author Site

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

Beta Call!

my hobbies include talking about how much i want to write, adding books to my never ending tbr list,…

Chapter Twelve

Keep Reading - AO3 / Dreamwidth / Neocities

maybe going to the library will fix me

new story : ) featuring weird western with fae evil gay sex parasites and a cursed horse

me, reading my own incomplete writing : gasp and then what happened?