Elliott Lunae
@elliottlunaeauthor.bsky.social
Literary Shapeshifter ✨ | Dark Epic Fantasy & Folklore
| WIP: Echoes of Alba 📖 | Shadows of Venus 🥀 (They/Them)
| WIP: Echoes of Alba 📖 | Shadows of Venus 🥀 (They/Them)
You are the pulse that drives me, and all the memories that consume me. 🥀
May 18, 2025 at 12:23 AM
You are the pulse that drives me, and all the memories that consume me. 🥀
Not every ending is a failure.
Sometimes it’s just your soul whispering that you’ve outgrown this.
That is enough.
Sometimes it’s just your soul whispering that you’ve outgrown this.
That is enough.
April 15, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Not every ending is a failure.
Sometimes it’s just your soul whispering that you’ve outgrown this.
That is enough.
Sometimes it’s just your soul whispering that you’ve outgrown this.
That is enough.
Not all that stays is sacred.
April 15, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Not all that stays is sacred.
"You set my ribs on fire and called it intimacy." 🖋️💔
April 12, 2025 at 5:58 PM
"You set my ribs on fire and called it intimacy." 🖋️💔
What kind of love has left the deepest echo in its wake?
April 12, 2025 at 3:40 PM
What kind of love has left the deepest echo in its wake?
The Shadows of Venus is a poetry collection without a neat beginning and end, it’s a mirror fogged and smudged, reflecting the ways we lose ourselves and find ourselves again in the name of love.
The poems are chronological, a timeline of tenderness and teeth.
Writing Community ✍🏻
The poems are chronological, a timeline of tenderness and teeth.
Writing Community ✍🏻
April 2, 2025 at 12:15 AM
The Shadows of Venus is a poetry collection without a neat beginning and end, it’s a mirror fogged and smudged, reflecting the ways we lose ourselves and find ourselves again in the name of love.
The poems are chronological, a timeline of tenderness and teeth.
Writing Community ✍🏻
The poems are chronological, a timeline of tenderness and teeth.
Writing Community ✍🏻
April is going to be an abundant month. 🥰
April 1, 2025 at 10:58 PM
April is going to be an abundant month. 🥰
Come find me on substack ✨
March 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Come find me on substack ✨
March 26, 2025 at 1:07 AM
The Shadows of Venus live here. In the echoes of heartbreak, the softness after rage, the longing that never quite lets go.
Each poem a love story, or the ghost of one.
This is the vibe. ✨ 🥀
#PoetryCollection
Each poem a love story, or the ghost of one.
This is the vibe. ✨ 🥀
#PoetryCollection
March 25, 2025 at 11:43 PM
The Shadows of Venus live here. In the echoes of heartbreak, the softness after rage, the longing that never quite lets go.
Each poem a love story, or the ghost of one.
This is the vibe. ✨ 🥀
#PoetryCollection
Each poem a love story, or the ghost of one.
This is the vibe. ✨ 🥀
#PoetryCollection
I normally write in 1st person, so this also has been an adventure of writing a story in 3rd person. The amount of times I have forgotten and had to go back and fix things already is amusing lol ✍🏻
March 25, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I normally write in 1st person, so this also has been an adventure of writing a story in 3rd person. The amount of times I have forgotten and had to go back and fix things already is amusing lol ✍🏻
what are you reading tonight?
I’m about half way into deity by jennifer l. armentrout! 💙📚
I’m about half way into deity by jennifer l. armentrout! 💙📚
March 25, 2025 at 4:44 AM
what are you reading tonight?
I’m about half way into deity by jennifer l. armentrout! 💙📚
I’m about half way into deity by jennifer l. armentrout! 💙📚
March 25, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Hi, I’m Elliott.
Literary shapeshifter. writer of magic, melancholy, and the kind of stories that cling to your ribs.
I’m here to scream gently about the writing process and occasionally post emotional weather reports.
Every word is a door: every story, a spell.
Let’s go!!!!! ✍️
Literary shapeshifter. writer of magic, melancholy, and the kind of stories that cling to your ribs.
I’m here to scream gently about the writing process and occasionally post emotional weather reports.
Every word is a door: every story, a spell.
Let’s go!!!!! ✍️
March 24, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Hi, I’m Elliott.
Literary shapeshifter. writer of magic, melancholy, and the kind of stories that cling to your ribs.
I’m here to scream gently about the writing process and occasionally post emotional weather reports.
Every word is a door: every story, a spell.
Let’s go!!!!! ✍️
Literary shapeshifter. writer of magic, melancholy, and the kind of stories that cling to your ribs.
I’m here to scream gently about the writing process and occasionally post emotional weather reports.
Every word is a door: every story, a spell.
Let’s go!!!!! ✍️
Today’s magic is small: one sentence that feels honest. One image that lingers. One moment of softness before the noise.
To those who live between the lines, to those who feel too much, to those who shapeshift to survive.
You’re seen. You’re not alone.
Thanks for being here at the start.
To those who live between the lines, to those who feel too much, to those who shapeshift to survive.
You’re seen. You’re not alone.
Thanks for being here at the start.
March 24, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Today’s magic is small: one sentence that feels honest. One image that lingers. One moment of softness before the noise.
To those who live between the lines, to those who feel too much, to those who shapeshift to survive.
You’re seen. You’re not alone.
Thanks for being here at the start.
To those who live between the lines, to those who feel too much, to those who shapeshift to survive.
You’re seen. You’re not alone.
Thanks for being here at the start.