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The Storyverse Amalgamations
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Welcome to the Storyverse Amalgamations!
This is where you get to drown within the Runes, between pen and page.
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natsumerune.bsky.social
☕Okay okay okay, we know we've haven't been around, and we totally- LOOK, A SQUIRREL PLAGIARIZING POE.☕
☕Aaanyways, here you go!☕

There's something between guilt and vindication.
Day Fourteen | Line[s] Fourteen | Three Day Deadlines
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"We can't leave him. We can't just fucking leave him to the Monsters." You know she's right, know that whatever fate awaited Lucas after death would be nothing to the defilement that the Monsters promised once the Facilities were cleared of the intruders. You can already see his bones scattered, his corpse rotted and hung, his body nothing more than another piece of a pile of hoard or something dragged until he was scattered through metal and stone, stained into forsaken misery. The image of all those lost explorers and scientists and crew sit in your mind, that disgusting shrine of bodies that those left behind made as their suits gave out. Samantha's voice is nothing but a whisper, but it's far too loud for your guilt. "We don't leave crew behind." That single beg forces humanity through your bones. You give Riley one look, point to the door and get him talking to Samantha before you turn your radio off so they can't kill you with her sobs.
July 15, 2025 at 4:14 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
☕We don't know why we tried to force ourselves onto one Work, when we know better.☕
☕Anyways, here we are, going off script bc we can.☕

Jasper is aware of many things. Just not these kinds.
Day Eight | Line[s] Eight | Before The Strings Are Cut
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He mutters a Curse, tries to run loops through his mind before the whisper of Magicks comes, the soft Existence settling against the door to his room. He barely breathes the words, gives the Observer the entirety of his attention. "What can I do for you, Master Observer?" The man hums without commitment, Jasper waiting for the words to follow suit as he drifts back into his thoughts over the Dragon. It takes a moment too long for him to notice that the Observer has given no words. He immediately drags himself to sit up, focusing on the Observer and noting the way he is staring. It is with all the dismissal that Mitch would never give; Cain is nothing like his brothers. He is expectant where Mitch would be curious; he is demanding where Abel would eb considerate. Jasper gives him a tired look, runs a hand over his face as he tries again. "If you are here to discuss the Rider, I am afraid that you probably hold more Knowledge than I do on the subject." The Observer lifts a brow, his head tilting in the soft familiarity of Knowledge not yet shared.
July 9, 2025 at 4:01 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
☕ Wandering further away from the main Works but honestly, we're having more fun with the Words, so. ☕

The Folokora stares at them with something akin to familiarity.
Day Seven | Line Seven | Deep Water Prompts
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The Elleth find the small Being within wooden cages, tiny and intricate in their slavery to ensure that the Folokora were forced into silence. They step onto the Ship with zero interest in anything that the Beings have to say. It is only the destination that brings their roots onto the soft ache of the Trees, the Ship humming low and true, only for the gentle rumble of the Elleth to hear and perceive. But something else notes their soft dance with the wood; the Elleth glances up just in time to note the soft whisper of wings, the tiny whistle of a chime.
July 8, 2025 at 5:14 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
☕Following the whims of our Creations, but here we are with something a bit random, but also a bit wonderful.☕

Nana says it is nothing more than a loan.
Day Five | Line Five | Random Writes
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You open the cupboard, know exactly where the jar is going to be. It sits in the exact middle of the entire space, menacing in a way that promised items are. You stare at the thing, know for a fact that there is absolutely nothing inside of that jar. How many times had you snuck your way into the cupboard, shaking and teasing and wondering? Nana had made it seem like something close to generations of wealth or secrets were stuck inside that sealed lid, and yet, all that damn glass collected was dust. You sigh, take a second to stare at the jar - always catching the light, always demanding attention even when the cupboard doors were closed - before you glance back at your Mama and give her a small frown.
July 6, 2025 at 4:06 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
☕ Shifting focus for a moment, but who wouldn't when you remember that you had a really good idea from before? ☕

They find Icarus among ruins and statues.
Day Four | Line[s] Four | Daedalus & Icarus
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He is everything that Daedalus remembers, nothing that Daedalus knows. Icarus stands before him, his son the perfect puzzle that he had been when he had been sent to freedom. But there is something about it, like Daedalus could outline every piece of his son, the cracks and grooves of someone putting him back together more apparent than the mosaic that now made him up. He stops dead in his tracks, notes the smile that carves itself into his son's face; fake, forgotten, nothing more than the motion and the expectation of what it should bring. "Father."
July 5, 2025 at 5:26 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
☕We ended up missing a day, but we are coming back and falling right into the brainrot for this new idea.☕

Imagine only being known by an Encounter.
Day Three | Line[s] Three | The Vessel & The Slave
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"I don't know yet. But it is different, Cider." He smiles wide, noting the nickname and hating it already. "I have a name." The Argoxian hums loudly, the mischief settling in their eyes without regret. "I never asked."
July 4, 2025 at 4:31 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
☕ hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers? ☕
☕ Yes, yes we are back. No, no we still don't know. ☕

There is agony in the peace of their Purpose.
Day One | Line[s] One | The Vessel & The Slave
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They shift barely, note the Survivor sitting next to them. Their face is in their hands, and they keep themselves bowed against themselves even as their voice comes, their back shuddering as they drag air through their lungs. "You cannot destroy their body so carelessly." A small thought to the focus of that broken voice; not for them, but amusement sits under their skin like barely controlled laughter. They swallow the emotions, force their hand into motion, their focus into the bones, their purpose into the mind instead of the passive control of the Blessing. They touch the Survivor's head, barely sit their fingers in their hair. The Survivor throws their head up, abandoning their hand to stare them down. They blink, realize there is too much emotion in those eyes. Tears are making rivers out of their cheeks and their lips are opening for their teeth. They choke on their shame, the sob barely coming out even as they stare them down. "You cannot keep doing this."
July 2, 2025 at 6:32 AM
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orcspiration.bsky.social
PUT AWAY YOUR BATTLE AXE, TODAY YOU WILL BATTLE DESPAIR. AND YOU WILL WIN.
March 1, 2025 at 11:20 AM
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andromedaexists.bsky.social
IT'S THE DAY!!

come get y'all cozy winter romance (with some spice 👀👀) featuring the cast of Call Me Icarus!! featuring:
❄️ being snowed in
❄️ only one bed 👀
❄️ transmasc pillow prince
❄️ finding home in a remote cabin
❄️ and more!!

#booksky #transwriter 🌈💜
andromedaexists.itch.io/cheima
a digital mock up of χειμα on top of a background of garland, string lights, orange slices, and pinecones
December 25, 2024 at 3:08 PM
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orcspiration.bsky.social
SHELVE YOUR BATTLE AXE, TODAY YOU WILL BATTLE SELF DOUBT. AND YOU WILL WIN.
December 17, 2024 at 3:20 AM
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orcspiration.bsky.social
BE SO BRILLIANT NONE OF YOUR ENEMIES WOULD DARE LOOK AT YOU.
December 11, 2024 at 7:20 PM
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juliebihn.bsky.social
Day 21 #30Days30Lines Rocky wasn't smiling, and I feared something was terribly wrong.
December 5, 2024 at 7:34 AM
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katterina-paltrov.bsky.social
Day 27!

I love writing from my mmc's point of view. It's nice to write about the main character from someone who adores them and there's so much more of it in this book

#30Days30Lines #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writing #fantasy #dragoncry 📚💙 🩷🧙‍♂️⚔️
She cared so deeply for those around her, even if it meant she would suffer for it. She would put them first, whether that meant she would miss out on something. She was stubborn and sometimes wouldn’t take no for an answer, not if she believed she was right. And mostly she had all the power in the world over me and I would do anything she asked. And she didn’t even realise it.
December 6, 2024 at 7:49 AM
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juliebihn.bsky.social
Day 22 #30Days30Lines I love you so much. #HistorytownAZ
December 7, 2024 at 6:53 AM
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juliebihn.bsky.social
Day 20 #30Days30Lines. (My WIP is a sequel and I'm wrediting probably the last chapter, so like almost every line is a spoiler...this one isn't, but it's less compelling than some other lines...)

I know. You always wanted me to tell my story in order. I'll try.

#HistorytownAZ
December 4, 2024 at 6:54 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
🪷 We actually had fun writing today, even though we think we ended up with something a little less focused, a little more instinctual. 🪷

"Do not fear me. Fear yourself."
Day Three | Line[s] Three | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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You have to wonder what you look like, clawing your Existence through the very air of the Forests, clinging to anything that would pull you further from the Beast and Being that is hunting you down. You wonder how you must seem, tearing through the World itself, trying to find something that you are starting to think never thought to exist for you in the first place. The voice hits your ears, a scream against the hysteria already sitting in your skull. “You’ve never looked at me like that before.” There is something in that thought, something in the way the entire World seems to snap out of and into focus with it. You cannot think about, cannot linger on the moment, know that if you stutter now, the only thing waiting for you being the rattling bag of bones you trick yourself into hearing, far too loud and far too close for anything but your horror. The Hunter is closing in; you almost lose yourself to stupidity and give your voice to the Silent Night as the thought claws out your reason.
December 4, 2024 at 6:28 AM
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feralmagpie.bsky.social
There's a lot happening in this one, but its banter and I love it.
Black background with white text that read: "Do you think we should help?" Looking sideways at Aldon, who'd uncovered his face and now wore an expression of moroseness, she shrugged. "Nah." "You sure?" "I'm more worried about you. You didn't take it too well." "I nearly mauled you." Sylpha gave him him a half-frown. "That's a little dramatic, don't you think?" "Do you just not feel pain anymore? I nearly crushed your throat." "But you didn't," she stressed as she swung her leg over Aldon's legs and fell back. "You weren't going to crush my throat. I felt it, you hesitated." Aldon leaned back against the bed and ran his hands down his face. "I've fallen deeply in love with someone who refuses believe she can do, never mind fear it." "I've felt death once and come close to it on my own, thank you very much." "And he was a nervous wreck the entire time," Cal put in as he kept a hand over Valda's mouth. "Get Gallus and Merla in here and they'll tell you he was likely half considering crawling into the grave with you." "Hey!" Sylpha thought back to the time, while also watching Valda's eyes narrow in that way they did when he had a plan in mind but was considering when to spring it. "We weren't...I wasn't...that was along time ago." "I cannot believe you are still as stubborn about now as you were then." Well now she had to help Valda out, for the sake of her own honour. "What about you? Leading a poor thief around the way you were." "I was not- Ah!" Aldon laughed as Cal scrambled off of Valda, wiping his hand on the lounge and his trousers. Sylpha fell into her own fit of giggles as Valda sat up with an immensely pleased grin on his face as he wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve. "I wasn't being led around but-" Valda yelped as Cal lunged for him again. "Sylpha can you legally officiate a wedding!"
December 4, 2024 at 12:30 AM
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andromedaexists.bsky.social
it's really looking like i'll have this done this week! which means 👀👀👀 i might be looking 👀👀👀 for some beta readers come this weekend 👀👀👀 if anyone would be interested 👀👀👀👀 (it will be a quick turnaround but also it's a 7 chapter novella)
andromedaexists.bsky.social Andi is 🏳️‍⚧️ RE-DRAFTING DESECRATE 🏳️‍⚧️ @andromedaexists.bsky.social · Dec 2
i'm still working on χειμα right now!! this holiday novella has absolutely taken over my mind and i cannot get enough of my silly little characters in silly little situations!

#moodmon
December 3, 2024 at 1:09 PM
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katterina-paltrov.bsky.social
Day 26!

I have officially started on my second book and here's a little snippit from today!!!

#30Days30Lines #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writing #fantasy #dragoncry 📚💙 🩷🧙‍♂️⚔️
Store windows were dark and void of any wares they had. The streets were lined with empty flower pots, ready for the seeds the people would plant on Danaos’s Day, the day the God of Spring officially declared the first day of spring. He was a lesser God, but the people still said their thanks every year, just like the other seasonal gods and goddesses. Danaos’s Day was in a few days and was one of the celebrations I had been asked to attend.
December 3, 2024 at 9:39 AM
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juliebihn.bsky.social
Day 19 #30Days30Lines If you're reading this, I imagine you probably know what I mean by 'uncanny plaque.' If you don't, you can learn about it in the letters I'm leaving you. #HistorytownAZ
December 2, 2024 at 6:49 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
🪷 Was a bit harder today, to write and think, but I do think we ended up with quite the thought. Maybe you can peek it tomorrow as well. 🪷

There is something waiting for you in the snow.
Day Two | Line Two | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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That seems to drag the Being into action; you flinch as it throws the sack over its shoulders, the noise of the contents ringing louder than the Storm around you. It digs into its form, a hand holding the shifting form of something before you watch a horn touch its lips. A sound of something ungodly comes, the mixture of Beasts screaming into the night air as the horn drags hysteria through your blood and bones. You press against the Tree, wish it is not the thing that is behind you, something in the noise of the horn reminding you of the Beast of the Lake, of the hanging men, the blue fire of the devils itself. You stare at the Nightmare, note that it is no longer blowing into the horn, the only screech being the echo of it within your ears.
December 3, 2024 at 7:05 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
🪷 Starting out the month strong with a new challenge and a new bit of the Storyverse dragging us into madness. 🪷

You need to figure something out before Midnight.
Day One | Line One | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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You stutter in your steps as you hear it, the loud and ominous toll of a clock that has been counting down your demise. The vibrations of the bell sit just under your skin, ensuring that you know it is ever present, coming for you every hour, counted upon without your awareness save the reminder that not even Time is on your side. You shudder through the tolls, hold yourself as the bell drives itself further and further into your blood and bone. The clock ticks itself to something close to midnight, and there is something in that thought.
December 2, 2024 at 7:42 AM
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juliebihn.bsky.social
#30Days30Lines "If anyone in my family doesn't love you, I'll have to love you twice as hard to make up for it." #HistorytownAZ
December 1, 2024 at 7:16 AM
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juliebihn.bsky.social
Day 17 #30Days30Lines

I hope this letter finds you well. I hope it finds you at all, though I fear it won't. #HistorytownAZ

(Also hit my monthly time goal! Pro tip, do whatever naming system you have to do to ensure you don't edit 40 single-spaced pages of an old draft...UGH. Fixed now)
November 30, 2024 at 7:06 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
🪷 We are ending this month with a complete challenge and a thought for the next month! 🪷

There is a Beast before you.
Content Warning: Corpses, Death Mention
Day Thirty | Line Thirty | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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There are corpses hanging from its antlers. There is something wrong in that thought, something that makes you stare, willing your brain to supply different Knowledge. It is almost as if the Beast is its own hanging tree, the soft sway of the bodies as it moves forward doing nothing but give your mind the unhelpful thought of how frozen they must be. You stare, mind bending entirely to the Beast that seems to be more than aware of your Existence. You watch as it steps forward, note that there is a glow to the Beast, different than the white burn of the snow and storm around it. It bleeds in electric blue, your mind noting that there are flames sitting over it, as if its fur is nothing but the burn of something unholy.
December 1, 2024 at 6:10 AM