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My Personal Blue Sky and Official Bluesky for the queer urban fantasy series Licorice and Mint written by myself and co-author Stacey. Very tired elder Transfemme lesbian goth witch. She/Her. 18+ // 🚫 🏳️‍🌈
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From Licorice and Mint: Ch.5 - Punk Rock and Chai

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“It’s cool. You’ve been drilling me for information all night….hells, you know more about me than I tell most. Maybe it’s my turn to ask you some things though, if that’s okay?” Scanning the menu, Vola found herself torn between a massive curry burger with dill tots or paneer poutine with sweet potato fries and spicy peanut sauce. Nat’s smile returned as she waved over the server. “Hi! Yes! Ummm I want the Breakfast Sampler Platter with the cinnamon pancakes, and ooooh can I get the Naan toast with blueberry jelly?”
November 11, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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From Licorice and Mint: archiveofourown.org/series/1962421
“ I gotta new rose, I got it good Guess I knew that I always would I can't stop to mess around I got a brand new rose in town” ~ The Damned - “New Rose” ~ ======================================================================== "Fuckin' waste of time", Vola muttered as she pushed through the exam room door and back out into the empty lobby. The lavender skinned woman darted past her and attempted to block the exit.
November 11, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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From Licorice and Mint: Chapter 2, The In-Between Days.

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As she approached she could hear the muffled tones of something loud and punk like playing, followed by slow and dirge-like music when that song ended. The storefront looked simple and old. A black cloth awning with simple white lettering that read, “Summoner’s Sounds” while the runic musical note sign, showed inlays of neon tubing that was clearly long since dead. The front windows were dusty and filled with faded flyers for local organizations and bands. One or two prominently displayed rainbow triangles or the word “PRIDE” in all caps. Inside she could see it was mostly empty save for a few bodies milling around. On the door, a large piece of black poster board, taped on the inside, gave store hours and said very clearly, “No Racism, No Homophobia, No Transphobia, No Elitism, No Scene Drama.” While the first three items made her feel relieved, the last two confused her and made her wonder if there was the danger of being judged.
November 10, 2025 at 6:59 PM
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From Licorice and Mint: Chapter 14 - The New Normal

Vola's first actual spellcasting. Music: "Under the Milky Way"
Opening her eyes, Vola saw a gently swirling night sky moving across the ceiling. A cool breeze hissed from the mossy pan, giving the air around them that crisp and damp smell of an early spring night. All of the constellations where they should be. And among them, a new one. A cat chasing a mouse. The engraving tool fell from her hands and onto the tarp, as slender fingers pulled her up from the floor, guiding her to the couch. A mug of warm tea pressed into her shaking hands and the familiar weight of Waffles, taking his rightful place in her lap. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she strained to see further and further into the illusory sky she created. Deeper than she had imagined. More real than any of her memories. “How…how did you…? Vola, this is incredible!”
November 9, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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I loved the Poppy Z Brite books about Ghost and Steve. They were not perfect but I learned that I wanted to write and also how not to write characters.

It was an awakening experience.
November 9, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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From Licorice and Mint: Chapter 5. - Punk Rock and Chai

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“Is your hair always curly?” Vola found herself asking without meaning to. “Just when I don’t brush it,” Nat laughed. “Why?” “Was looking at your picture. Looks nice like that.” Why was she talking about this? Nat’s sleepy half-grin faded at the sight of the photo. “Oh. Yeah. Mara’s confirmation. After her Trial. She was so relieved. Practically kissed the ground when she returned to campus.”
November 9, 2025 at 6:21 PM
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From One Bad Tuesday - Ch.9 : You Pull Back the Curtain (in progress).

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Her cheerful tone was met with a tired and annoyed glare that no 19 year old should have mastered. The Aasimar wordlessly pushed the Naan, and tea towards her friend. Maybe Innani was rubbing off on her, or maybe the massive bags under her eyes meant yet another nightmare. Nat’s white The Smiths T-Shirt was swallowing her form. From behind Vola could see the sharp movements of her shoulder blades and spine. She was at least another 5 pounds lighter from last month. Her cut-off jean shorts almost slipped over her hips, if not for the friction hold of her black thermal tights. The rings and hoops lining her pointed ears glinted in the morning sun. Still a bit red and healing from Zaya’s surprise present, last week. She wished the Elf had clued her in on the trip to the piercing parlor, or at least asked her opinion. A spark of annoyance rippled the tranquil celebration of Vola’s morning.
November 8, 2025 at 6:25 PM
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Her grasp on very gritty visceral and psychological horror experiences leave you with a long lasting impression. In both her writing and sing lyrics.
November 8, 2025 at 6:19 PM
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From TFNDB Volume 2: The Butcher in Tent 4

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Her pack was heavier than she was used to, so she grabbed her walking stick as well, a rusted steel pipe that had saved her in a previous Pipefolk encounter a few months ago. She hadn’t had any tools sharp enough to bring the end to a point like they did, but she had managed to fasten a hook onto it with some wire, so it was still good for spearing water spiders if she needed food on the road. With that, she took a final surveying look of her home with a sigh. Nothing except Baya’s DLF memorabilia was irreplaceable, if it came to that. Still, a part of her hoped to return, to find her little sanctuary untouched. But the Borrower would do what he would with her things, no use worrying about it.
November 8, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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From Licorice and Mint Chapter 9: Demons, Divas, and Devas.

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“You can’t be serious. You’re blaming Vola for what happened to you? You’re blaming everyone in this city for the actions of a few shitty people? You’re willing to let someone innocent die because some assholes kidnapped your first crush!” “Shut up!” Mara gripped the metal door frame. “Every single one of them is guilty. Every. Single. One.” Bright orange flames coated her hands as her ex-girlfriend slammed her palm against the softened metal. The deadbolt sparked at the contact, and Nat’s jaw dropped as the door fused closed. Mara’s bitter, triumphant laugh left her skin crawling.
November 7, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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From Licorice and Mint Chapter 8: Vola's Key. Leo and Amanda's trans son, Nathan.

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She deflected the question and focused instead on the patient sitting nervously on the table. He was clearly his parents’ child with Amanda’s soft round face and cheeks full of baby fat. Mouth twisted into the same uncertain frown his mother directed at Nat after she got knocked out. He was tall for an 8 year old, clearly inherited from his father, along with slate grey skin. The remnants of a novelty tribal tattoo flaked off his arm and side of his face, while his hair was shorn bald to match Leo’s. His short tail rattled the paper covers. Black eyes darted around the room, refusing to meet Nat’s at first, until he saw the purple and white mohawk and sweater. As the child relaxed, she knelt down to his level. “Hey there. I heard your name is Nathan right?”
November 7, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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From One Bad Tuesday: Chapter 7 - A Study in Architecture (coming soon)

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Time was no longer so abstract a concept. Time was thought. Thought was movement, and movement was intent. Akash was stronger now, a fact he noted with pleased surprise as he loped beside Nataliyah. It had been a month since that night in the alley where he’d eaten his first kill, and since then he’d eaten four more times. After the first, it had gotten easier. He’d ridden the high of energy for days, until it faded and he was left hungry once more.Then he’d preyed on smaller, newer ghosts to get his strength back up. Although each was little more than a snack, in aggregate they gave him the confidence and strength to do more. With the world a little clearer, a little sharper, he began to see things he’d missed before.
November 7, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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From One Bad Tuesday: Ch.5 - Rigor and Rote

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Nat’s dreams were sodden with desire. No words, no images. Just sensations. Slickness and heat and friction. Every second an eon. The fabric of the universe, the dark matter that sits between cells and stars, strokes her skin like a lover and she pulses in time to the deep bass of its cosmic song. Fingers encircle her own and the touch takes her to paradise. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to register where she was. The dingy tile, the musty carpet, the flickering yellow bulbs of the kitchen, all seemed so out of place. Then she remembered, and the conflicting wave of emotion hit her like a brick. “Nat? Are you okay?” Vola’s face loomed in her vision. A gentle hand stroked her cheek, her forehead. “Talk to me.”
November 7, 2025 at 4:19 PM
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It's name is Veristor. It's a simple wooden bat but has the essence of a firebrand sword inside of it.
Electric purple wind coalesced around the bat, forming into a blade around the battered wood that glowed with an ancient ferocity. Marak’s words trailed off and for a second, he and Vola just stared at Nat. Then she swung, the giant form slicing the air, and a wave of superheated magic sailed towards the demon. There was no time for him to duck or dodge. As it enveloped him, only his scream was louder than the sizzle of burning flesh. Where it didn’t burn, the energy sliced through bone and muscle alike, turning them to ash. The flames searing Vola’s retinas were rife with Nat’s essence, her spark. When had Veristor learned to do that?
November 7, 2025 at 2:47 AM
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You're very correct
The second her feet splashed into the water, something plucked at her boots. Mud squelched, sucking at the soles of her shoes, but her vision zeroed in on the thick gray legs breaching the surface. All eight of them were tipped with thick black barbs. Someone was screaming and clawing for her hand. Wildly she grabbed it, at the same time kicking at the legs stuck like burrs to her canvas pants. Claws flashed, dragon breath hot on her skin. The dragonborn stood beside her, slashing a jellied wriggling form the size of a dinner plate to ribbons before throwing it back in the water. Cerise and Victor stood at the edge of the dim light, clinging to each other in terror. "Th-thanks," Vola whispered. The pool was boiling again, this time the murky waters tinged with crimson. Her canvas pants were torn where the barbs had caught, but her skin was unbroken. Thank the gods.
November 7, 2025 at 2:45 AM
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From Licorice and Mint: Solstice 2015 - For Entertainment Only

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“Huh.” A warm feeling was blooming in her chest, one that she was almost afraid to examine too closely lest it disappear. “So what’s the last card again?” “The catalyst for your change.” Nat turned the card and frowned. “Huh.” Another shadowy feminine figure, this one wrapped in a winding sheet. In her hand she held up a burning torch that spread rays of light across the land and ocean. “Queen of Wands. It means enthusiasm, self-assurance, being friendly or a beacon of cheer. Kinda like being a living inspiration.” She furrowed her brow. “I wonder if this is someone you meet.” Vola caught the small waver in Nat’s voice, and nudged her. I’m talking to her, the thought appeared before she could stop it. She coughed. “Spoiler alert. It’s also Waffles.”
November 7, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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I no longer have it but it was the Serendipity book: The Dream Tree which I connected with again as I was transitioning.
November 5, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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From Tales From New Darpana Vol 2: Floes of Innocence

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The giant bear god slows His breaths…are labored. It takes energy for him to Fold His essence Back. She cannot contain him, he will burst her seams. The snow turns to tar in his fur and claws It drags Him Down. The trail of carnage ends a stone’s throw from her. He gets closer each time. Next time….next time… The sharp edge of Cindermint stung her mouth again. She swallowed it gratefully. With it, the last red vestiges of the god receded.
November 5, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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From Licorice and Mint: Solstice 2015 - Hissing Families

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Amanda shook her head. “Turns out, you’re not the only ex-rich kid who got kicked to the curb for throwing in with us.” Mel’s cheeks flushed at the way Amanda’s words effortlessly cut right to the heart of her deepest insecurities. The tiefling’s purple lips pressed in a sympathetic frown and she added quietly, “You chose your team, and so did she. And that kinda choice carries weight. Not just here. But with me.” Mel lowered her head, ashamed. “‘Manda…I’m sorry. I didn’t…” “S’ok, Mel.” Amanda rose to her feet, resuming her position behind the swivel chair. “I’m not saying you need to be besties with her. But realize that she is one of us now. She’s Silk. Thousand thread count. Spider strength.” She started painting again. “We’ve got her back. Her and her ‘not-girlfriend’.” She laughed.
November 4, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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From One Bad Tuesday: Chapter 8 - Ties That Bind (upcoming).

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Through the smudged glass, the dingy gray of the Silks met his view. He was parked in the lot of some abandoned burger joint. There were a thousand of them scattered like little waypoints across the city, places where the city watch didn’t bother to check anymore for squatters or junkies, places where it was safe to move cargo so long as it didn’t sit for too long. Where you could sit and catch your breath for a minute. Have a nice think, away from prying eyes. Anderson Taylor’s long arm didn’t extend here either. No one’s did, to be honest. That was the one virtue of the Silks. For better or for worse, gangs gave it a wide berth, because there was something scarier than gangs calling the Silks their own. Doran had never been able to tease out what or who exactly, but some gift horses you just didn’t look in the mouth.
November 3, 2025 at 9:55 AM
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My Name is Sonja. My Co-Author, Stacey and I write an urban fantasy series, Licorice and Mint. Set in a fantastical of Seattle/Chicago, exploring music subculture, queer life, religious trauma and sapphic/queer relationships.
November 2, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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Amanda and Leo have a younger Transgender son named Nathan who despite having his mother's horns and potentially her tail wants to be like his ex-biker Goliath dad. Both Leo, Amanda and his brother Besilli fiercely love him.
Tiny white nub horns on a shaved head shook no. “Well here’s the thing. We do need to know some things about you to make sure you’re treated right, so we may have to ask some uncomfortable questions, but I’m sure a brave boy like you isn’t scared of some questions right? Not when you got someone like your dad here with you. Nat gave the small boy her most reassuring smile, which he returned hesitantly. Taking a pen out of her coat pocket, she wrote down his name in the “Doctor’s Notes” of the chart. “So Nathan, right? What’s your last name?” “Mair.” “And your pronouns?” “He/Him,” Leo interjected sharply, glaring at Jacobi. “Okay so Nathan Mair, he/him. Got it. But your age and everything else is the same right? Height, and weight?” “Yes Ma’am,” Nathan said quietly. “Okay then. Problem solved. I’ll make sure your chart notes say to call you by the right name and pronouns. Right Jacobi?” She let a small wave of heat filter out through the room aimed at the Ashened Caste Nurse. “Just a few extra notes, make all the difference in how our patients feel.”
November 2, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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Not so much a book but a monthly subscription. This series inspired me to think of sci-fi and writing styles in so many ways. I was barely out of elementary school when I was given some back issues. I devoured them and learned.
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From One Bad Tuesday: Chapter 3 - Old Habits and Ancient Evil

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By the time Vola had finished speaking, Nat felt sick. The room felt full of cancer, the remnants of squalor and pain and addiction hanging on Vola like cobwebs. For the thousandth time, Nat felt an overwhelming wash of gratitude that, as shitty and terrifying as their situation was, Vola was here, with her, and not back at that place full of darkness. A darkness that, if Vola had chosen to stay, Nat would never be able to banish no matter how hard and bright she burned. Nat paused, measuring her words. “Thank you for telling me. I…I wish you’d trusted me with that before.” “It wasn’t you, Nat. It was…I dunno. It was everything. It felt so…heavy. I thought I was protecting everyone. But it doesn’t matter now. They know I’m alive.”
November 2, 2025 at 6:12 PM