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Dahlia
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Aroace writing romance novels for the love of the game. I draw sometimes too.

Debut WIP: a werewolf romantasy with a cult and lots of yearning
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#Novmemeber 18

The Witch when a werewolf lad accidentally broke into her house
A screenshot from the TV show Brooklyn Nine Nine. Detective Rosa Diaz holding a small puppy with the caption: "I've only had Arlo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself."
November 18, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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Somewhat silly, mostly morbid

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Image with the text: "They reached a pair of sleek double doors with polished golden handles. She squinted at a poster advertising today’s event, and grimaced. Most of the time, newly purchased Maidens were shipped off to their captors with minimal notice or fanfare. But this gallery had a lucrative arrangement: prominent grooms were invited to dine with their brides before taking them home, showing the other guests the sort of Happiness You Can Find, With A Maiden Near You! Just reading it made her eyes twitch. Oh yes, they would be a perfect picture of happiness. Clara suspected that their invitation depended on nothing more than: (1) how pleased the basilisk was to parade his newest trophy, and (2) how much he would spend to doll her up, with her red velvet souffle dress as evidence."
November 17, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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Short one for today!

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Image with the text: The security guard returned, and gestured for him to stand. “Thanks for waiting, sir. Well, your medicine doesn’t seem to be explosive.” Wesley smiled pleasantly. “I’d hope not.”
October 12, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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Been low on writing time lately, but got a quick snippet from my werewolf romantasy.
Image with the text: In the storm when they met, everything hurt. He was tiny, back then. Just a wolf pup, buried in blades of grass. A warm liquid seeped through his sides, mottling his fur. Most of it was his. The rest came from that rabbit—no, that fawn, that he found somewhere between a few hours and a month ago. Under the light of the full moon, his hunts all blurred together. Each time, he awoke like this: sore, bloody, stomach full.
October 4, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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welp, my opening paragraph has a lot of red

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Image with the text: She hated that eyesore of a dress. It should have been torn to shreds. A wedding gown stitched with scarlet silk, studded with a ludicrous number of rubies, and slapped together with a cherry lace veil over her (already red!) head—as if all the blood in the world had been drained to make this one damned dress. Surprise, surprise: red was the groom’s favorite color.
September 18, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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A werewolf lad talks to a girl.

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Image with the text: The girl’s pulse, racing even faster than his, whistled through the rushing breeze. Her dark eyes sparkled. “Good puppy.” “Thanks.” If he had his hands, he would have slapped them over his mouth. In a blink, the warm touch vanished. “You talk!” she sputtered. “Like, like a…” He coughed, shaking off the word’s strange aftertaste. Mangled as it was, his growl somehow passed for speech. Too careless, too comforted, he’d let the result of many lonesome nights of practice slip out.
September 16, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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Image of the text: While being pushed into a nearby vanity table, the black-haired Maiden swiveled her head. “Clara?” Clara tried to put a name to that husky voice, to no avail. There were too many of them, faceless and forgotten—herself included. She answered, “That’s me. Sorry, where have we met?” “Lisa, from the auction.” She could make out a smile behind the older woman’s shroud. “Don’t know many other sisters with your red hair. It’s supposed to give you the First Maiden’s luck.” A laugh escaped Clara’s throat. “Be honest. I’m like a tomato right now, aren’t I?”
September 15, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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My girl is still having a bad day.

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Image with the text: Once, twice. A few noises joined her, and more trickled in. When the host raised his arms, thunderous applause echoed all through the air. Good. You’re being good, Maiden. Clara’s lips quivered. She bowed her head, and returned to her seat. The clamor roared on. She could not bear to lift her gaze anymore, to think of what her sisters would say. Lisa, at least, wouldn’t blame her. That was the worst part. Maybe she’d drink the wine after all. Let it strip her senses, before she had to sever herself completely. What difference would it make in the end, if she just…
September 12, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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drew new profile pic yay #ArtSky
A stylistic painted portrait of an Asian woman facing left. She has long black hair. The image uses mostly dark purple and gray colors.
September 6, 2025 at 9:20 PM
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A very silly introduction from my WIP

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Text reading: Focusing on his terrible scarf to center herself, Clara noticed a pin on his lapel; she coughed to hide her giggle. It read “Vittore”, surrounded by sparkly, hot pink patterns. Was it necessary for this gallery to mark its most valuable patrons with fake glitter? Vittore cleared his throat. “My pet,” he cooed, dripping with honey. “Carmine.” She blinked. “Clara.” He rolled his tongue, “Cara mia. I’ll call you Carmine.”
September 3, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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My girl is having a bad time

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Text reading: "Before the main course arrived, Clara made an excuse to go to the bathroom. Her nausea wasn’t entirely an act. With a snap of his fingers, Vittore summoned his assistants to escort her. Exit signs menaced her along the way, just out of reach. Alone in the dim room, she scoured through stalls and sinks for anything, anything that could help her escape. No luck. She even mumbled a prayer to the First Maiden, though it’d been years since she found any comfort in Her teachings. While watching cold water run over her scar, then her ring, she considered staging a breakdown—screaming in agony right now wouldn’t be hard—and locking herself up until the basilisks dragged her out. Not a bad plan. But, it’d probably end in the gallery staff handling her unconscious body, dutifully delivering it back to its unrightful owner. Surely they had procedures for Maidens like her."
September 1, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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struggles of being a shapeshifter

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An image of the text: "He used to like watching the young humans, who looked so much like him. When he circled them, they would laugh. Warm hands would scratch his head. But the first time he stretched his limbs until his fur shrunk back and left fingers and toes behind... They scattered, screaming. He tried following them, feeble attempts at language dying on his clumsy tongue. He was met with rocks and shouts for their long-legged guardians. Only when he was alone, stumbling toward a riverbank, did he notice his human’s nose hadn’t popped out, and his hands were over-sized claws. Ah, they were different after all."
August 30, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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A werewolf lad sees a girl

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An image with the writing: "Trembling, the boy plucked up the courage to peer at her. She frowned, but her feet were planted in the same spot as before. No screams, no tears. Just like when he bit her. The downpour back then had drenched her hair into streaks of dirt. Now, with his human sight, that muddy color burst into a brilliant flame. Surely it would scorch him if he drew near; fire could not live in rain, so how strong were those human candles that stayed lit through every storm?"
August 24, 2025 at 5:55 PM
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First time having something for this tag! From my demon romance WIP

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An image with the following writing: "The first sight that struck her was a pair of curved, ebony horns, one ending before the other in a jagged peak. They poked out from under a faded hood. The rest of his head was wrapped in dull bandages of cloth. Compared to demons who bared glowing eyes and toothy shark grins, she was not sure if this anonymity was an improvement. The demon took one step into the sunlight, and tilted his head toward Lucia. Maiden’s teaching number nineteen: your husband should be met with a kneel to show your reverence. Do not gaze upon him until he deigns to approach you. So many years of studying, and already she had made her first mistake. The Maiden bowed her head, eyes scrambling to the ground, muttering, “Forgive me.” She smoothed the fabric breezing around her legs, and dug her feet into frozen stone. Just as she was planning to drop her palms, a low voice spoke, “Please rise, Maiden. There is no need for that.” She swallowed. Was this a test, like Mother’s lessons?"
August 23, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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writing really has you googling things like
The Google search bar, showing the query "the challenges of being a snake".
August 22, 2025 at 11:40 PM