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a handful of y'all may have seen this one already since i couldn't resist posting it on my tiktok  and bluesky  earlier this week, but this is inspired by this skeet by the goat Taco Bell Quarterly. i was bored, i wanted to write, i cranked out 200 words that turned into 350(ish) words. it's very silly and dumb and was written in like 20 minutes but i'm quite fond of it for what it is. enjoy! - What’s the name of that sauce? What? The name. Of the sauce. You know the one. I really don’t— Yes you do, you absolutely do. I can’t read your mind, dude. Ughhhhhh. Describe it, then. Describe it how? I don’t know! The fuckin’…taste or color or whatever. It’s red I’m pretty sure. And it tastes good. I’m gonna need a little more than that, man. Like what? Do you seriously not know how to describe something? You literally just said “I don’t know” when I asked for clarification. Because it’s something you should be able to do intuitively! Stop yelling at me! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m s...

don't make interesting side characters kids, you'll get so attached to them that you'll write about them more than you write about your main characters. ahem. not that i would know anything about that. there's really not much more to say about this one, but content warning for toxic marriages with children. enjoy! - “You don’t love me anymore, do you?” Theta’s words stuck to the wallpaper of the master bedroom like blood spatter at a crime scene. Eilin hadn’t even turned to face the wall yet, and her wife was still changing into her nightclothes near the foot of the bed. She didn’t even face Eilin when she spoke, instead staring up at the unforgiving white paint of the ceiling. “That’s not fair.” “How so?” came Theta’s quick response. She was always so quick with her responses, no matter the subject matter. Eilin supposed most of the well-liked politicians had to be. Though it felt like admitting defeat, Eilin propped herself up on her elbows to look at the back of Thet...

apologies for the lack of a post last week! i was out of town visiting my girlfriend and didn't have any time to write. but better late than never! here's the second post for april :) this is a test run for a project i wanna pursue called  the first ever illegal drag show on mars . it's in a very early and very messy phase right now (i'm still not even 100% sure what medium would be best for the story whoops), but i still want to share it with y'all. hope you enjoy! - The rain hitting the metal rooftops of the businesses in the grimy part of the city was incessant, every drop ringing in the android's ears. No engineer had fully mastered giving their humanoid creations senses as strong as the average human's, but the   repeated  tang tang tang  was starting to get annoying. Truthfully, the android just wanted to go home. The attack on it that occurred tonight outside one of the sports bars was painful, yes, though not as painful as it would've been if it ...

this week we had a 5 hour power outage during a storm, and during that i grabbed a three wick candle and my notebook and wrote the bulk of this story. it's unfinished, but i started writing it as a way to reacquaint myself with my characters i made in 2011 (when i was 10). this focuses on two of my characters, mari and liam, in something i refer to as the witch verse, which is my world i created in response to jk rowling's transphobia back in 2019, and am still working on today. these characters and this world are very near and dear to me, so from the bottom of my heart, enjoy <3 - December 31st 2003 Wednesday 11:17 PM The Circinus family’s New Year’s Eve parties were the stuff of legend, and this year was no exception. The ballroom of their massive house was packed with the who’s who of the magical community. The other seventy-nine constellation families received invitations, though only twenty had members actually show up. Which was, in all honesty, more than Liam expected...

i fell back into my house of the dragon fixation briefly this week and decided to flesh out the royal family of one of the nations of Tulra, my fantasy world. i really latched on to the generation this story focuses on. also! i vlogged the process of writing this post to help with motivation, and you can watch that  here  if you're interested!  - Tonight, like many nights before, Prince Katrin Oraine, second child of the King Carola Oraine, has snuck out of her bedroom and pushed open the door to the throne room to sit and stare at the garish thing. She's across the room from the throne, slumped against the wall with her knees to her chest. She sits in this exact spot so often that the stone of the castle itself has started to wear into her shape. She is not crying. She was, earlier, but no longer. The tears left shining streaks down her face, but now she is only staring at the chair with a blank expression on her face. She wonders, in the back of her mind, what time it i...

look, I'm as upset as you are that I'm currently hyperfixating on, of all things, netflix's bridgerton. but here we are. and, because of this hyperfixation, I've reignited my love for my favorite character in the show, edwina sharma. I just think she's neat! anyway. I've been doing a lot of typing in my notes app this week about edwina, so here are some of those little snippets. I'm also hopefully gonna be writing a bigger fic about edwina and marina (ship name mawina. and no they have not interacted in canon) in a sci-fi setting but we'll see how far my ADHD can take me. this first section was me getting a grasp on edwina's internal voice, and I'm pretty happy with how it came out. enjoy! - Edwina Sharma was deeply happy for her sister. Kate was rarely selfish, or rather she was never selfish, but rarely did things that would only benefit her. Things like snoozing her alarm to sleep in later, or buying a nice new dress for an event, or pursuing ...