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Harvin Torres, The Quiddler, is writing Wish Upon a Mountain
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He/They, Postmodern Shaman, Majestic Dumpster Fire Phoenix, #writer of urban fantasy and dime novels, Buckaroo Banzai enthusiast. #goblincore #writing #chaosmagick

To fuck around his human, to find out is divine
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It's time we learn from Comrade Samwise
First frame is a scene from the Two Towers. Frodo asks Sam: What are we holding onto? The second frame is Sam handing Frodo a Molotov cocktail repling: it's called a Molotov cocktail and you're gonna want to throw it fast.
November 10, 2025 at 10:33 PM
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Cacophony sat across from Maeve and she was intimidatingly beautiful; voluptuous, unblemished creamy skin, full red lips, long black hair. Her steely, gray, almond-shaped eyes slowly turned to Maya and when she opened her mouth, the illusion broke. “Ya, ‘ight, I did some work for 'im. 'e were a stand up lad and paid well. but I fink 'e were a bit ov’a faggot.” Maya had heard of Cacophony, many had. The fan sites had a hard-on for her. She was a hit with the just about every demographic, even Maya had the hots for her until she heard her. Now she wondered if she got her sobriquet from her sonic abilities or if it was commentary on that hideous, cockney accent she sported.
November 4, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders Green

What if consciousness was not what we thought it was? What if there is something in the background driving humanity?

No one talks about the metaflora, no one who wants to survive.

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Maya was absolutely giddy over all of this. If the world had to exceed one of her expectations, she was glad it was this one, “So, if there’s all sorts of metafauna, then what about metafl-” Schadenfreude had clamped his hand over her mouth so fast, she didn’t even see him move. “Don’t say another word. For everything you find dear, don’t.” He snatched up Thompson and slipped him into his coat, “Breakfast is ready.” He exited the tent and Maya followed, confused and feeling a little hurt.
November 4, 2025 at 1:35 PM
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The next morning, they packed up and headed north. Maya thought Utah looked nice, but the repression and xenophobia was oppressive. It felt like the sky was pressing down on them and she hoped to get out soon. They stopped at a gas station on the edge of some farming town called Mercurial, which was wishful thinking. It smelled of dung and hay, most of the people did too. Maya headed into the store to top off the snacks as Schadenfreude gassed up the car. She was picking out drinks when she looked down and saw Thompson, “What are you doing out and about?” “Meh!” The smell of blood and gunsmoke filled the air: the smell of disaster. “Oh fuck…” She turned to look out the windows of the convenience store, and began to dart out. The air was charged as she could feel anger and anxiety on her arm hairs like electricity, different from the suddenly brewing tempest. It was coming from Mr. Schadenfreude.
November 3, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders Blue

Blue is the adopted color of Lawful Society. They tie it to law enforcement, hoping to convince the citizens of an honest and fair justice system.

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November 2, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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Mr. Schadenfreude reflects on his own descendants and mortality.
“I guess I never thought about how many people you lost. Does it change how you view death?” “No, death is death. It has changed my view on life, though. It’s hard getting close to people when you know you can outlive them. I started families here and there. I had children and their children had children. I watched them closely, being in their lives when I could be there. Time passed. People like us, we don’t get the normal lives. We can’t get those things. I realized this when I sat on my grandchild’s deathbed before old age took him. I looked younger than his children. It was hard to explain Grandpa Schadenfreude to the youngest generations, anyways. So, I left them and I haven’t looked back. They were no longer my family. That family has long since been turned to dust.”
November 1, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders Red

Granny Nanny is the Red Horseman; a powerful, ancient mystic and goddess of war.

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Granny Nanny was settling down to a spliff and a cup of coffee to reward herself for an early morning’s labor. Nanny loved her chickens, they loved her back. It was practically their religion to give her eggs and then their meat, to be ground and tilled back into the soil to keep it rich and fertile. They welcomed their place in the cycle of Death and Rebirth, because their life was comfortable and filled with love. Nanny had all kinds and even bred them to sell to other farmers. She wished Schadenfreude was around, he would have gotten a kick out of her Jersey Giants. She missed her friend and he had been in her thoughts, lately. She knew he didn’t have many friends of his own, not that he wasn’t to blame. She didn’t have many either and that’s why they got along. His dark sense of humor and love of animals did help bring them together. She sighed as she untied the red bandana that held her luscious mane of silvery dreads and used it to wipe the sweat off her brow. She let the sun warm her dark skin, easing her aching muscles. She was old and had seen enough conflict to be as comfortable with it as she was on her little farm. A simple cord of leather with an old lead bullet hangs around her neck, drawing one’s eye to a star-shaped scar on her right breast. She was Nanny of the Maroons, Bane to Empires, Lion Queen of Jamaica, Strider on the Tides, the Bulletproof Bitch, the Swordbearer, The Red Horseman. She looked up and saw another of her friends coming from around the house.
November 1, 2025 at 12:19 PM
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“This is going to bite me in the ass for years to come, isn’t it?” Maya said dejectedly. “That’s the nature of causality. It’s all spilled milk, Maya. We do need to clean this up before it gets too sour.” Schadenfreude placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up, even I couldn’t have predicted this.” Maya felt a little better and she felt a little better than Mr. Schadenfreude wasn’t forever angry at her. Schadenfreude actually managed his anger very well, he just chose to show it. A lot. Carl asked, “Seriously, what did Maya bring into this world?” “A thing of terrible beauty; a god-monster of epic proportion.” The Black Horseman turned it on. “A being of chaos and decay. His is Evilneezer, The Fall of Man, Bane of Order, Consumption made Flesh. His hunger and rage are eternal. And we cannot kill him in a way that matters.” “That was a little better than the story I wrote.” Maya was always a little impressed when Mr. Schadenfreude was feeling his old self. “It was still a good story. Good enough to accidentally create what may be a god of cataclysmic destruction. Though the big takeaway lesson is: be careful when constructing your summons. Mushrooms are different from plants.”
October 31, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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With a little adjustment here and there, Maya tuned herself into the building around them. She connected with the air, concrete and steel, feeling them like her own flesh and bones. The sound of Om drowned out everything else. The bass in her chest was spilling out into her surroundings. It was getting hard for her to tell where she ended and the meatpacking plant began. The grease rolled between her fingers as she felt the nuts and bolts of the steel catwalk. The hum of the Om vibrated through the metal. Her magics reached into the smallest nooks and crannies, every joint and bolt was held in her sway. The frictionless grease coated everything up there.
October 30, 2025 at 12:16 PM
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I don't have something close to the #WIPSnips today, so here's an excerpt of Maya summoning a servitor.

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Maya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, “The story. We all have one, but with these sorts of summons you have to give it to them. That’s kinda what calls them. It turns into a chicken/egg sort of headache when you wonder about whether certain monsters came from people and which ones were there before their stories.” Maya smirked, “Though, I have an idea…” And with that, Maya began her story: Everything in nature has a purpose to build. Well, everything but the mushroom. It liked to break things down and did so peacefully. They all did, but Evilneezer. He wasn’t content with fallen trees and dead leaves, he wanted to crumble mountains and eat the very Earth from the inside out. He was never content until Man came. Man was a builder like none other, creating wonders that put everything else to shame. Bees made soft, melty wax. Termites had mounds and the spiders their webs, but Man had concrete and iron. Man harnessed lightning and fire to recreate their world around them. They tore down forests to reshape it into homes and art. Evilneezer saw this and knew his calling; he was going to undo Man’s world. The mushroom uprooted himself and strode into a new world of destructive delights. He shed his form and evolved to meet this new task. He became a fungus to levin, oil and metal. He broke down the world with rage and destruction. No one could kill him in a way that matters. Maya looked down at the mushroom in her hands and it began to yawn awake. Black, inky poison seeped from its cap as it unfolded and took shape. Evilneezer looked like a little, toxic mushroom wizard, not even one apple tall. He was also 10 pounds of Angry in a two pound bag. “You think fire will be your undoing? No! There is no solace in the cold embrace of extinction, when you fall into the Maw of Oblivion!”
October 29, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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They headed out to the site and found themselves arriving with the second wave. Most of the camp had been set up, it was how Maya had imagined a Renaissance Fair would be: kiosks and tents, people in funny costumes, and the smell of body odor and leather mixed with fried foods. They were still building the bonfire but the memorial altar was already erected. Maya was in awe of the altar to fallen outlaws. Mr. Schadenfreude removed his hat out of respect. There were masks, pictures, broken weapons, letters written to the deceased, bobbles and figurines of all sorts. Maya could faintly smell the residue of blood, alcohol and sadness. She felt her heart sink and she recognized some of the pictures of people she followed and thought they fell into obscurity. They just simply fell.
October 28, 2025 at 9:22 PM
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The idea of super-powered animals was a myth to the public at large. No one ever really reported of them happening because they generally didn’t do anything newsworthy. This was because most metafauna didn’t commit crimes or try to save humanity. The news occasionally would have a story about some pet that saved the family from a fire, no one gave a second thought to Jax the rat terrier being fire-proof. In nature, they were the apex of their niche. Occasionally you heard the tales of the uncatchable catfish that all fishermen sought or the urban legends of the crocodiles in the sewers. They tended to be smarter and longer lived than their vanilla cousins. The cryptozoologists that discovered this connection theorize that every monster legend are tales of older metafauna: from the Minotaur of Crete to Ratatoskr. Mr. Schadenfreude learned that these animals got their abilities the same way people did, which meant all life was capable of learning magic.
October 21, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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“The funeral isn’t just for him. His body isn’t going to be there either. We don’t usually get the luxury of burying our dead. When an outlaw falls, it’s usually out on the field. The authorities take the body and do whatever they want with them. They dissect us and study our remains as they try to uncover the mysteries of mystic arts and metahumanity. Not that it really matters, we’re criminals. We couldn’t even collect the bodies of the vanilla’s without getting caught ourselves. Body heists have worked in the past, but they are costly bits of sentimentality. It’s best to just let them bury our husks in the Potter’s Field. Your father was with his enemies, even if those weren’t Broadnax’s men, his body is out of reach.” It was odd hearing him talk about it. His matter-of-fact tone hid a little sadness, even the most evil of men could have friends they’ll miss. “So, we hold our funeral on the full moon, changing the location every time. We mourn and remember our fallen in safety, together.”
October 20, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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"trial" I thought writing about super villains, this word would come up more often
Maya remained silent, C-listers weren’t going to be able to handle this. Though, she does perk up, “Do you know how to get a hold of Megaton? She seemed to like me.” “Maeve can, not a bad choice. But she’s really just a good start.” Schadenfreude thought for a moment and the light bulb lit up, “We can kill two birds with one stone.” “I’ve got, like, half the idea,” Maya weighed his words. “You want regalia. Which means it’s a trip to Seattle, but that also means we can headhunt at the same time.” “Do I get to design my costume?” Maya is excited now. “It’s more involved, especially for us sorcerers. Our regalia stays with us a little longer, but it’s more than armor or a costume. While I have been making my coat look good for 170 years, it's far more than a coat or protection. The folds of my coat are infinite and deep, even without Thompson. His treat pocket is one of the most secure enclosures in the cosmos.” There was much trial and error trying to ward the pocket against the intrusion of a being that treats space like origami paper.
October 19, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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Mr. Schadenfreude wasn’t afraid to get up close and personal with Apex. After finishing the spellwork, he launched himself through the commotion, using the maelstrom to his greatest advantage. Apex barely had time to dodge the now salivating beast; Mr. Schadenfreude delved into his own pantheon and had drawn forth The Monster of Earth 23: his atavistic form that was the essence of Primordial Conflict. A barbed tongue drew power from the bleed in reality as the rest crashed its way through the debris to Apex. He barely had time to respond with his own magics as the carcinized ape slammed against the shielding. The eight eyes focused on Apex, “Does it still keep you awake at night? That you’re only alive because I wanted a pet?”
October 18, 2025 at 12:34 PM
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A casino heist going down hill
Maya quickly blew a small hole in the bathroom wall to let Evilneezer do his thing, before running out and into a hurricane of chaos. The screams and cries were muted by the odd percussive sound of emus running rampant. Security was trying to wrangle them to no avail. A blackjack dealer imposed himself between one of the flightless birds and a group of platinum card members. Maya was going to question how all of this happened when Thompson rode by her, full-loaf mode and contented as his avian steed headed into the mess.
October 17, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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“Even me?” “You’re a solid ‘C’ student with potential, at least that’s what your teachers thought; I think they might be right. It looks like you figured passing tests would get you by and it sort of did. You spent a lot of time on forums and message boards related to Outlaw fandom. I know about ShocktoMama69.” Maeve whispered the last part. “I’ve seen way worse, but I’d read a couple of romance novels before trying your hand at those parts, again. You should just own up to it. Shocktopus could use the pick-me-up of knowing he has a fan.” Maya felt the walls of the Cosmos close in around her as Maeve spilled all her beans on the table, “Dude.” “The tentacles offer up a lot of possibilities.” “Forget the hentai stories! You just know this about everyone?”
October 16, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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I'm trying to get back into the swing of things
“Do I get to design my costume?” Maya is excited now. “It’s more involved, especially for us sorcerers. Our regalia stays with us a little longer, but it’s more than armor or a costume. While I have been making my coat look good for 170 years, it's far more than a coat or protection. The folds of my coat are infinite and deep, even without Thompson. His treat pocket is one of the most secure enclosures in the cosmos.” There was much trial and error trying to ward the pocket against the intrusion of a being that treats space like origami paper.
September 13, 2025 at 12:19 PM
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September 13, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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#waroftheworlds has photos of RL disasters with aliens Photoshopped in. I watched Asylum movies with better production values and less product placement.
August 9, 2025 at 1:49 AM
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I don't get why everyone's surprised by Sydney Sweeney being republican. Katy Perry, Gwen Stefani... Their facades are manufactured because they are products, not real people.
August 2, 2025 at 11:33 PM