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Allison Wall
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Writer. Autistic. Queer. Witchy. D&D. LSQ reader. ✨🌈
Dark Speculative Fiction | Gothic/Weird, Surrealist, Horror

https://www.allison-wall.com
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I would love to be neck-deep in #Frankenstein analysis, but unfortunately, my love for the Gothic is much, much stronger than my ability to watch body horror...

From what I did see before I noped out: GORGEOUS visuals, Oscar Isaac in this role = terrifying, Mia Goth in this role = everything
November 11, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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A very flop in the sun Monday morning to you and wave goodbye to Kim Davis's Supreme Court appeal ❤️‍🔥
November 10, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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Extra snuggles to for a chilly Friday morning 🥰

#CatsofBluesky #Cats #Friday
November 7, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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👀 #ThrowbackThursday anyone? 👀

In 2016, my first published short story came out in Metaphorosis! The issue cover was based on my piece, Flann Bronach and the King’s Champion — part high fantasy, part Princess Mononoke, and a lot of me finding my voice.

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November 6, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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🛑 CUTE TAX CHECKPOINT🛑

Please provide your required cute tax below before proceeding into the rest of your week...

#CuteTax #cats #CatsofBluesky
November 5, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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*GASP*

Holy shit, I just remembered we’re getting a new Benoit Blanc/Knives Out movie

HELL YEAH

DECEMBER 12

#KnivesOut #MovieSky #FilmSky #Netflix
November 4, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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I thought “nice” wouldn’t turn up much, but I was wrong! 😂

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Jasmine gasped. “Oh, I assassinated someone.” She laughed. “I totally forgot.” “Nice!” I offered her a high five. She raised her hand to return it, but Aaliyah got between us. “No, stop. We are not celebrating murder. Jasmine, did you really?” Jasmine shrugged, her collarbones catching a gold gleam of candle light. She had on body glitter and it sparkled. “I thought we were doing that now.”
November 3, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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Hope y’all are getting in your sun time after #FallBack sucks away our evening sunshine… Sybbie never misses her chance… 🌞

#Cats #CatsofBluesky #DaylightSaving
November 3, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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Happy #Caturday, please celebrate by letting your cat smother you
Gorgeous striped tabby sits on top of Allison, blocking her mouth and nose, in a snuggle-smother attempt
November 1, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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A doozy of a monologue from the Dark Goddess for you this Día de los Muertos...💀

#WriteSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 1, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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IT IS MAGICAL AND HOLY
November 1, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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Writing time!! And from my desk:

BEHOLD, THE NECESSARY PURPLE GLITTER FOUNTAIN PEN

#writers #WritingCommunity
November 1, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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🎃 Happy Halloween 👻

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The sun was setting. Streetlights were turning on. The alley stretched out in front of us. Whatever lay around the corners made by the bisecting street: hidden. Unseen. Monsters, violence, death. I squeezed my fist, the metal loops of my self-defense knuckles digging into my skin. I wished I had a fucking gun. Hadley whispered, “We just have to go.”
October 31, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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Happy #Friday + Fresh Haircut Day to those who celebrate
October 31, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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SAPPHIC SALTBURN x THE POWER

Bree joins the cult of a vengeful Dark Goddess, assuming it’s a prank—until an animated gush of her menstrual blood assassinates an evil presidential candidate.

Bree wields the Goddess’s power; the Goddess wields Bree. And She is hungry.

#ghostpit #A #Q #H #OWN #LGBT
October 30, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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Bree assumes "joining the Dark Goddess" is a lesbian sex club hazing prank—until she kills an evil political candidate with a gush of menstrual blood.

The Goddess has given Bree real power.

Her intentions? Murky.
Her appetite? Insatiable.
Her contract? Binding.

#ghostpit #A #Q #SPEC #H #OWN #LGBT
October 30, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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Could we interest you in a tarot reading? Very professional, very intuitive.✨

#cats #CatsofBluesky #tarot
October 30, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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so many feet
so sweet

#Cats #CatsofBluesky
October 29, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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…we’re really squeezing to make it fit today… 💋

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I took Hadley in properly. She wore a tight-laced black corset top. Black skintight pants. Spike-heeled boots. Wide belt with extra straps around her thighs. Each ear had a dozen silver hoops and studs. All of that was a lot (in a fantastic way), but her mouth was magic. Wide, curving. She had a hint of an overbite, her top lip pouting, permanently, over the swell of her bottom lip. Some intense lipstick—hard to tell what color in the club’s lighting. I forced my gaze up, to Hadley’s eyes. Green-blue under arch eyebrows. She’d seen me looking. “So,” she said, “what do you think?” I inhaled sharply, my mouth open. She leaned toward me. “Of the club.” I flattened out a stupid grin. She was a hell of a lot better at this than I was. Whatever the fuck this was that we were doing. Flirting, probably? Though calling this flirting—my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, the hot flush and the cold chills—felt wrong. How could something this electric be flirting?
October 29, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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Oof, sorry y’all, this one feels too real… 🎃🫠

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That Saturday, Halloween, Hadley was all dressed up in a witch costume, ready to give candy to trick-or-treaters. Apparently, she’d been doing it for years in this building. “Do you really think anyone will come?” I asked. Things were getting scary. One country had invaded another. Bombs were starting to fall. The president gave an address to the nation. “Of course,” Hadley said, with forced brightness. “It’s Halloween!” There was something frenetic about Hadley’s demeanor. Pretending normalcy seemed dumb, but whatever. I stayed out of her way and let her do her thing.
October 28, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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Good morning🌞 🍁

Sybbie wishes you warm sunbeams, and plenty of time to enjoy them.

#cats #catsofbluesky
October 28, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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🛑MONDAY CUTE TAX CHECKPOINT🛑

Please provide your required cute tax below before proceeding into your week.

Sybbie’s got me covered for at least a week with this shot...😍

#CuteTax #Cats #CatsofBluesky
October 27, 2025 at 1:07 PM
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I am being haunted by ads for this beetle sweater

The more I see it, the more the beetle whispers to me, the more I need the beetle
October 26, 2025 at 10:32 PM
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Hat? No. Crown? You better believe it.

From my querying novella, After You Make a Pact with the Dark Goddess, There’s no Going Back, the Goddess emerges to claim the offering made to Her...

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All at once, shadows rushed in, rushed us, rushed the altar. Darkness hurtling, faster than light. The candles extinguished. Smoke, acrid, filled my nostrils, my lungs. Everything dark. Everything silent. There would be no light, no sound, ever again. A relief. A sigh. An outbreath with no inbreath to follow. Around the altar hung a pale luminescence. In this halo of dead light, there was a Woman. Tall, dark, the whites of Her Eyes like mother-of-pearl, Her Arms muscular and bare. She wore a crown, and Her Hair fell loose and tangled down Her Back. She towered over the altar, looking down at it. Something twisted. Perspective. The hills of dirt: mountains. The Goddess: a cosmic giant, considering the planet Earth. She reached out, fingernails long and clawed. Ripped up a mountain by the roots—tearing the world into pieces—She took a fistful of dirt from the altar. Held the earth to Her Face, smelling it. Then. Biting it. Chewing. Teeth sharp. Eating the dirt—the blood-soaked dirt, moist and rich with our offering. Handful after handful. Voracious. Wild wolf tearing, gulping.
October 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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IT’S THURSDAY BEBES

#CriticalRole
October 24, 2025 at 1:55 AM