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✨ Hylia ✨
@priestesshylia.bsky.social
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Occasional writer ✍🏻
Sometimes artist 🎨
Always human adjacent husk 🌽

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You can find me dissociating in a world of fiction.

Read my free nightmare delivery service @ https://open.substack.com/pub/hylia

28 ~ She/Her ~ NoAI🚫
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Welcome to spooky season, the perfect time to read some horror stories

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A sepia toned corn field background with the word ‘HARVEST’ overlaid in the middle
October 2, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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I made a cover for the series/book in progress!
Text reads “The Good Shade Hotel” in a full white font, with yellow pine trees in the background and black pine trees in the foreground
August 10, 2025 at 6:29 AM
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Ahhh super pleased with the expanded version of this short horror story that I originally wrote for a prompt from @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social several months ago!

So very hyped to be writing longer things again 🥰
A quote is overlaid on a faded image of a stone angel statue. The quote reads, “And she knew that she was not an angel, and that her tears did not bring miracles.”
July 13, 2025 at 6:23 AM
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“Look at the hands, no human could make hands that awful!”

Me, crying while sketching the same part over and over:
An embarrassingly bad digital sketch of human hands that have already been redrawn six times
April 7, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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I’m tired so here are my final memes

#ChaosPit #WIP #H #A
A meme: the top image is someone holding out two photos, one is a totally normal hotel, the other is the blood elevator from the movie The Shining. Caption says, “Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture.” the bottom image is a woman labeled “Good Shade Hotel Staff” who says, “They’re the same picture.” A meme where a guy (labeled as “The Owners”) enthusiastically slaps a piece of tape (labeled “Housekeeping”) over a hole in a large cylinder tank of water (labeled “Crime Scene”) A meme that looks like a discord message, sent from someone labeled “Owner”, the message reads: “Due to unfortunate recent circumstances we will be running another recruitment campaign, any volunteers?” Below the text box it can be seen that “CIA, OSHA, and IRS are typing…”
April 1, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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Another meme
#ChaosPit #WIP #H #A
A burning building labeled with the caption “Murder, Mayhem and General Chaos in the Hotel” with a young girl standing nearby looking oddly… satisfied with the situation. The girl is captioned “The Owners”
April 1, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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What better way to begin your new life but to immediately ignore sound advice from your new companions

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A comic Panel one: A man riding a bike, captioned “Tyler listening to advice” Panel two: The man puts a stick in his own wheel, captioned “Pretty sure that doesn’t apply to me.” Panel three: The man and bike are on the ground, captioned “This hotel sucks.”
April 1, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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Shading is quite a pleasant process 🥰

Having a good time all around with this 💕

#Art #WIP #HadesII
A digital illustration of character Melinoë from the video game Hades 2. She is a pale young woman with medium length brown hair that is floating away from her face, her eyes are closed and there is a blue star on each eyelid. She wears a circlet of orange leaves with a large silver crescent moon in the center. She is lit from below by a blue glow, she can be seen from the shoulders up in this picture. A digital illustration of character Melinoë from the video game Hades 2. She is a pale young woman with medium length brown hair that is floating away from her face, her eyes are closed and there is a blue star on each eyelid. She wears a circlet of orange leaves with a large silver crescent moon in the center. She is lit from below by a blue glow, she can be seen from the shoulders up in this picture. This is nearly identical to the previous image but has darker shadows.
March 28, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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Gotta get a miniature human off from school now, so stopping point until later

Making metal shiny is very satisfying tbh

#WIP #Art #Hades2
A digital illustration of character Melinoë from the video game Hades 2. She is a pale young woman with medium length brown hair that is floating away from her face, her eyes are closed and there is a blue star on each eyelid. She wears a circlet of orange leaves with a large silver crescent moon in the center. She is lit from below by a blue glow, she can be seen from the shoulders up in this picture.
March 25, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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#WIP

Having fun painting this Melinoë piece 🥰

#HadesII #Hades2 #Art #ArtSky #FanArt
A photo of an iPad with an image open in Procreate. The image is a painting of the character Melinoë from the video game Hades 2. She has medium brown hair, pale white skin, and is lit from below with a blue glow in this illustration. Her accessories are moon themed, her eyes are closed and there is a star on each of her eyelids. Orange leaves combine with a silver moon atop her hair to form a sort of circlet.
March 25, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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lol the account just followed me

Anyways, 10 of my mutuals are following this page, so in case you don’t know: This is a scammy business that doesn’t appear to get anyone results, and they’ve taken the handle/name of an awesome real account that spotlights indie books for free.
A screenshot of a Bluesky account advertising “indiebookspotlight.com” with the handle @indiebookspotlight.com
March 24, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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Little #shorthorror for #HBP149 loosely based on characters and events from a previous series I wrote

#Writing #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Horror
“Evelyn?” Lily took the steps into the basement slowly, whispering in the dark while she searched. She’d already been around the entire house, all of the usual spots. They weren’t supposed to come down here alone, and though their parents weren’t home to catch them it still felt wrong. “You can’t hide down here, it’s cheating.” She paused at the bottom stair and surveyed the room in the dim light. There were a million different things that her sister could be hiding behind or beneath. Her eyes landed on a large, dark rectangle in the back of the room. It was an old safe, their father had warned them away from it, worried they’d topple it and crush themselves. It was far too big for that, Lily thought. Besides, they didn’t want to climb on it, they wanted to open it. Lily walked over to the safe, it looked just the same as it always did. Their mother had said it was empty, but how could she know when they’d never been able to open it? She tapped on the safe door and listened for the familiar hollow noise. It didn’t sound entirely familiar. “Eve…” “You found me!” The muffled voice came from within the safe. Lily’s heart began to thump. “Eve, that’s not safe!” “Isn’t it?” Evelyn laughed, it sounded deep and wrong from inside the metal box. “How did you get in there?” “I told you I knew it! I can tell you, just let me out.” Lily pouted as she listened to her older sister instruct her on opening the safe, she was upset that Eve had opened it without her. “How did you know?” Lily whined as Eve stepped out of the box in a cloud of dust, and a crumpled blanket fell to the floor as the door opened. “I told you! I can see the future. I saw this!” Lily’s face scrunched up with frustration, “You’re lying. It’s not funny.” “I’m not!” Evelyn was suddenly yelling, “I saw it! I saw myself, and I saw you! I told you before that I could!” “You just don’t want to tell me. Well I’m telling daddy that you messed with the safe.” Lily turned to storm off, but Eve grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back. She stumbled over a piece of furniture in the dark, losing her footing. A sharp metallic clang echoed through the air as Lily’s head struck the edge of the safe door. She fell right in, crumpled on the floor of the safe with her feet sticking out. In a moment of self-satisfied fury Eve pushed her sisters legs into the safe and shut the door. Let her sister be terrified when she woke up, didn’t she deserve it for being so rude to her older sister? It was fine. She would let Lily out when she’d learned her lesson. Serves her right. As Evelyn approached the stairs she began to cool off, she began to think, she began to worry. She had been lying. The safe had already been open when she’d come down here, all she’d done was wedge a blanket in the door so it wouldn’t latch when she hid inside. She didn’t know the code.
March 24, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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Painting Melinoë 🥰

#ArtSky #WIP #HadesII #FanArt
A screenshot of a digital sketch in procreate of character Melinoë from the video game Hades 2. Her eyes are closed, her chin length hair flows slightly around her, and her accessories are moon themed. A screenshot of a digital sketch and watercolor of character Melinoë from the video game Hades 2. She has chin length brown hair that flows slightly around her, peachy toned skin, silver moon themed accessories, and green tinted lips. Her eyes are closed and her expression is neutral.
March 12, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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“Annoy”, surrounding by vibes of annoy as well, plus Eric is a tool and generally annoying as a person anyways

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt
Alphaea rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m a girl at a hotel, not a history buff. I don’t know why you’d think I’d know a random sixty year old scary story.” The blonde frowned and gave a little huff, “Okay, fine. Whatever. We’ll take a room for the night. We can film here, right?” He gestured towards the luggage his dark haired companion was leaning against to catch his breath. “It’ll help with our research.” He was obviously irritated with being shut down, but he still tried to turn up the charm as he made his request— though the way he said it made it sound more like an expectation. Alphaea looked both men over for a minute, seeming to think it over. “As long as you’re discreet. Do not film any guests or staff, and you may only film in your room or outside on the grounds. Names, please?” She was still speaking in that practiced service tone, but there was a sharp edge to her words. The blonde still looked annoyed as he gave their information. Alphaea typed everything in efficiently and pulled out two keycards, she held them out toward the men with a smile. The blonde took the cards, but his wrist was quickly snatched before he could pull his hand away. “Eric?” She met his eyes and he nodded quickly, clearly startled by the sudden intensity. “Only use the third elevator. Please don’t interact with other guests, and do not leave your room after 11pm. Oh, and enjoy your stay in room 317.” She smiled at him as she finished and he yanked his hand out of her grasp. Eric moved away from the desk, muttering under his breath. “Come on, Jay. Let’s get set up.” As they walked toward the elevators Alphaea let out an exasperated sigh. She turned toward Tyler. “Well, look at that, something for you to do.” She gestured towards the retreating men. “Go make sure they get to their rooms without trouble. It will be absolute hell if they upset one of the regulars.” Tyler quickly strode across the lobby to catch up with the men who were struggling with the wrong elevator.
March 4, 2025 at 6:20 PM
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Currently reading:

The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward

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A book cover featuring a black background and simple illustrations of white birch trees that are bright in the foreground and dim in the background. The title text is a striking red that appears slightly behind the closest trees. Image text reads: ‘I haven't read anything this exciting since Gone Girl' - STEPHEN KING The Last House on Needless Street ‘A masterclass. Unsettling, beautiful, sad and wise’ - KIRAN MILLWOOD HARGRAVE CATRIONA WARD — Book cover for ‘The Last House on Needless Street’ by Catriona Ward
February 26, 2025 at 8:35 PM
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And today’s snip, “Money”

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt #WIPSnips
Aja sat at the table in Mister Smith's office, quietly sipping at her tea as she gazed around the space. It was beautiful, a menagerie of intense thought and vivid memory. Warm light poured into the room and limned every reflective surface with golden halos. A nest of angelic little keepsakes. The bird at the heart of it was a long-legged, broad-shouldered, umber-toned gentleman. Not a heron, more of a red-crowned crane. The fluffy quiff atop his head defied the comparison, but he suited the sharp eyes and polished looking feathers. Her eyes flicked over the room quickly: Large arched windows, gothic style— they didn't look like they opened. Old books, the kind collectors paid good money for. It was a comfortable, thoughtfully curated space, but the air was still and quiet. The only door was the one they'd entered through, wooden and solid, closed but not locked. She turned to listen intently as her new employer launched into the introductory interview. He spoke to her with a warmth she didn't anticipate, it seemed at odds with his serious demeanor. She'd expected something more sinister after the unorthodox recruitment process and the den of misery she'd walked into this evening. But the man was perfectly blasé, as though it was a night like any other, indifferent to the potential atrocities that had taken place just down the hall. He had her sign a few confidentiality forms and moved along to discussing the position in only the barest of detail. He served her tea with a smile, but his eyes always reverted to a look of calculation. He was a different sort of monster.
February 22, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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I forgot to post this snip last night

“Whim”

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She stopped a good distance away from the wreckage, her thoughts were sprinting in every direction. He's definitely hurt— is it safe to get closer? Could he be dead? Are explosions just a movie trope-what if he's dead? I should try to do something — but he's probably dead. I know CPR— does that even apply here? The torrent rapidly became a hazy mist, and a thin film of gray settled itself over her mind and the world she was looking at. Her thoughts paused, then seemed to turn off almost completely. A warm bronze hand landed on her shoulder as the driver arrived next to her to survey the scene. "Let me see what I can do. You shouldn't see this, go rest." Without a word, or much of a thought, she dropped to the ground where she stood, bringing her knees to her chest and staring ahead. It was hard to tell where the vehicle ended and the massive tree began. It seemed almost absurd to her in this state, how such force was possible, how two solid objects could remain melded after such violence. But hadn't she seen it before? People weren't so different from bark and steel. She couldn't feel her horror, her sadness, her shock. Or perhaps she did feel the shock. Something had transported her back into the world of monotone existence, where there were no whims or emotions and thoughts were fleeting. It was like floating a few feet outside of the body, knowing that something too heavy to bear was lurking within. A familiar place where nothing could hurt her. I should pray. Other people would pray right now. But no verses came to mind, she couldn't feel the part of her that remembered that sort of thing, it was somewhere in the mist.
February 22, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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I finished my little fan art project for “Mexican Gothic” by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

I suppose the pose is a little awkward but I quite like it 🥹

#Art #FanArt #HorrorArt #ArtSky 💙📚🩸
A digital illustration of a dark-haired woman angrily pulling a golden, mushroom-covered snake from her mouth. Mold grows along the background. Fan art based on Mexican Gothic, a novel by Silvia Moreno-Garcia Artist signature: Fae 2025
February 21, 2025 at 5:42 AM
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I feel like a nameplate can be synonymous with a plaque, but someone correct me if I’m mistaken

The next part of this scene has big ‘mommy issues’ energy lol

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She searched for something else to say before her mind retreated back to flittering, watery gratitude. The feeling wasn't empty, in fact she felt it deeply, it pounded against her ribeage and cried out with hoarse pleas: You will never do enough. You will never be enough. You can never repay all that you owe. They were cynical, extremist, defeatist thoughts. But they stuck tight, making a home deep inside like an organ that circulated worries— or perhaps a tumor leeching poison into her bloodstream. "Alphaea," She read off the nameplate, recalling their introduction earlier, "I haven't heard that before, it sounds a bit Greek." The pounding in her chest began to subside as she set foot on what she considered stable ground, she only hoped the shift in subject seemed natural. Dark red eyebrows raised in what looked like surprise, "You have a good ear then, it's fairly unique." Alphaea's smile was wry as she paged through the documents in the pile. "Perhaps the one nice thing my mother ever gave me."
February 20, 2025 at 10:47 PM
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Part of the author’s note for “What Moves The Dead” by T. Kingfisher

I love seeing authors love other authors 🥰

And I guess I’m developing a real love for fungal horror lol
Well, I went along in fine style for about ten thousand words, learning about Easton's tinnitus and Denton's social missteps and Roderick's decline and sworn soldiers and Gallacian turnip carving, and then I happened to read the magnificent novel Mexican Gothic, by Silvia Moreno-Gar-cia, and thought, "Oh my God, what can I possibly do with fungi in a collapsing Gothic house that Moreno-Garcia didn't do ten times better?!" and shoved the whole thing in a virtual drawer and took heavily to the bottle. (Seriously, put down this book and go buy that one. Then pick this one up again, of course, God forbid anyone not finish the Author's Note, but make sure you've put Mexican Gothic on your reading list first.)
February 20, 2025 at 6:07 PM
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Oh yea and I fixed this one I think, the shading in certain places was totally washed out when I tried to upload it before

I tried to make her hand the ASL sign for “Hungry” but I’m not sure it worked

#Art #ArtSky #HorrorArt
An illustration of a woman with long red hair covered in a blue shawl, she has antlers like a deer and her mouth is a grate of red holes in her flesh, black seeps from her fingertips and her hand is intended to be the ASL word for “Hungry”.
February 20, 2025 at 12:45 AM
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Blurry Mexican Gothic inspired sketch wee

Excited to paint this though, it’ll look so different

#Art #WIP #ArtSky #Sketch
A sketch of a dark haired woman pulling a mushroom covered snake from her throat.
February 20, 2025 at 12:35 AM
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Closest I had was a plate, though I almost went with a scene featuring mugs of tea

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He tried to breathe through it but his heartbeat refused to listen to reason. Somewhere in the back of his mind the pieces he'd overlooked in the last few days were arranging themselves into a picture. But he didn't recognize the image or understand why the thought of it left a cold knot of dread in his chest. The feeling wasn't entirely new. It had been growing quietly over the last few days, creeping in like a shadow he couldn't shake. It all began on an evening that started out like so many others. He came home exhausted after hours of chasing job leads and opened his fridge to find a wasteland. He threw together a meal of dubious leftovers, drowning them in condiments before sinking into the half-collapsed loveseat with his laptop open on the table in front of him. He crammed in a few spoonfuls as he navigated to his email. His inbox blinked back at him empty again. Nausea rose in his throat, and his next bite turned to ash in his mouth. He poked at the mound that consisted of mostly rice and ketchup for a moment before shoving the plate aside, simmering in frustration.
February 18, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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“Makeshift”

#WIP #WIPSnips #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity #Horror
A group of men walked in from the vestibule, they stopped in the lobby and looked around at the guests with disgust written plainly in their stances. Someone let out a cheerful hoot from the lounge overlooking the lobby, as though their favorite actor had just taken the stage. Tyler thought they might be here to interrupt, but a moment of surveying made him unsure. The men looked dirty, bloodied, as though they'd been outside fighting before coming in. They didn't look dressed for the party. Or did they? On closer inspection he noticed their sallow skin and grey faces, one man had gone all-out — his eye socket looked empty, the skin around it torn and blackened as though it had been snatched out by venomous claws and left to necrotize. Sleeves hung loose and empty, stained dark red and brown, and they held various makeshift weapons. Despite their wounded presentation they resembled an angry mob, their aggression was almost palpable. A tall, bearded man stepped out in front of the others, raising a small hatchet as he spoke. "This is the night of your reckoning, Demons!" He shouted, and the group behind him jeered along, promising righteous redemption. A cold knife of dread sliced through Tyler as the pieces fell into place, those men weren't in costume— It was his first day all over again. Someone near the clutch of crusaders began sobbing, but she was enveloped into the crowd and whisked away before disrupting the scene. He glanced around and saw that most of the uncostumed guests who had formerly been filled with wonder now bore expressions of confusion, concern, and some looked downright green with nausea. Unsettled whispers passed between them.
February 12, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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In a hotel full of nightmares that promises dreams come true, a hollow boy imagines filling himself with fairytale heroism, and a runaway girl imagines a route to escape. No one ends up at the Good Shade by mistake. Something dark lurks beneath it all, waiting for something…

#QuestPit #W #A #H #F
A mood board with misty dark forest scenes, liminal hotel hallways, photos and mirrors on walls, a sketch of a large hotel and a neon hotel sign.
February 12, 2025 at 7:25 PM