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Queer and ND author of sapphic & neurodiverse SFF. Lover of shifters, vampires, horror, SRPGs, and VNs. | Agender; ey/em, ae/aer | 30+

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Reminded that I'm gonna have to edit these two seasons soon...

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“Relax, girlie. We’ll have this sorted in a week’s time.” He winked at Meike, who wished they could have even a fraction of his confidence. “First thing’s first—let’s find that door! There has to be an attic somewhere, or at least a crawl space.” “I hope you’re right,” Gloria said, face pale. “I haven’t had a good night’s rest in days.” The four of them spread out throughout the house, pawing at walls and the ceiling for loose boards or hidden passages. It all felt very invasive, from Meike’s viewpoint. At some point, they were buried deep into a closet, inhaling the musty odor of neglected coats. All that, to come out covered in cobwebs and reeking of mothballs.
November 2, 2025 at 12:09 PM
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A word that rarely comes up in my writing, it seems.

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It only delved into the gaming side of the VR to see just how far technology had come, and if an MMO of this scale was worth the hype. One of the selling points was the ability to craft unique skills and classes, to truly stand out from the pack. The results were...interesting. Not alright, or outstanding. Just interesting. Aside from the open class system (which wasn’t so open to be truly broken or unique), there wasn’t much to see here. Well. Aside from avatar customization. And even that required money. If not through in-game currency, then what its ancestors referred to as “folding money”. And if you were the sort who relied heavily on the miserly allotments, you could allow the game to deduct directly from your funds! There was a setting to do this automatically for the first of the month, with measured amounts that consumed up to 90%. The icing on the cake was that this was the only way to earn bonus credits.
November 1, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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Eisbaer timidly glanced around. Other players and NPCs lingered in the room, punching, kicking, or slashing at a variety of figures. Some blasted their targets with magic far stronger than hers. She could do this…no one was watching or judging her. Trenton, acting of its own volition, charged the target. It dug dulled claws into the wood with alarming ferocity, snarling as it did so. Finally, as the marks faded, Trenton backed away, expressionless face searching hers for…what? Assurance of a job well done? She offered a shy smile. “Point well-taken, my little friend.” Eisbaer closed her eyes and took several controlled breaths. This was nothing new. It just wasn’t fun. But many things in life were tedious or difficult. If she wanted to leave this city and defend herself outside of it, she had to train. She had to level up.
September 10, 2025 at 11:20 AM
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Saffron wiped its mouth with its arm. “I’m all for it. There’s nothing for us back there, so we just gotta keep trucking along.” But there was another issue, one only it seemed to notice. “We need to head out fast.” It glanced up at the lightening sky. “Smells like rain.” While the others made an attempt with their unsophisticated noses, Saffron downed its tea. Back on the other side, its parents and grandparents always complained about the weather before shit hit the fan. They claimed they could feel the upcoming change in their very bones, conveniently in time for undesired tasks. Before it became victim to aging, Saffron always scoffed when someone rubbed their back or cursed Mother Nature, claiming the tides were personally seeking them out for retribution. Just silly old people stuff to divert from laziness. It hadn’t quite picked up the water aching bones bit, but there were subtle changes and sensitivities to the weather. Air pressure was the first thing it noticed, giving Saffron awful headaches as summer transitioned to fall. Part of that came from living on a giant hill (or “The Heights”), but it had gotten better at detecting climate shifts.
September 9, 2025 at 11:03 AM
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How was she expected to stay sane without her antidepressants—no, she wasn’t getting caught up in those thoughts again, not out here. Eisbaer pressed a finger against her temple. It would be better once she was back in the inn she called “home,” playing with clay and fashioning more horrific pieces that were somehow worse than her childhood creations. Trenton tugged at her robes. They’d been walking for a while now, following a beaten trail off the main path, towards the sounds and source of a river. “Yes, good Treant.” It was foolish, and anyone who happened upon the duo would be right to say so, but better to be thought a fool than to fall prey to one’s inner turmoil. That, and talking to the semi-sentient tree creature, forced herself out of her own head and gave her a sense of motivation. “This is new to me, too. Before today I never would’ve thought to dig up my own clay. No, it was safer and cheaper to buy from certified suppliers. Some of my peers assured me it wasn’t as intimidating as it seemed, but I never liked digging in dirt—ironic, I know.”
September 3, 2025 at 9:29 AM
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“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She gave him a conspiratorial look but found his reaction woefully lacking. He tilted his head, one ear perked to hear more. “I’m not a mind reader.” Eisbaer sighed, defeated. “I’m suggesting we team up and go kick some ass. I can provide support while you get close and personal.” “With what? A toy bat?” To which she pointed at his large murder mittens. “You’ve got hands. Use them.” “…I’m not trained in hand to hand combat, ya know.” She really didn’t. “Look, if you don’t wanna get strung up and pelted with yesterday’s produce, working together is your best shot.” And if he didn’t like that, he was free to leave her apartment and run back into the same tired scenario. Saffron huffed. “Fine. I’ll try it your way.” She pumped a fist into the air. “Hell yeah! Let’s do the damn thing!”
September 2, 2025 at 1:12 PM
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Saffron can't recognize faces, so it relies more on scent~. And Eisbaer is the only otherwise human with bear feet it knows.

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“Saff?” The wolf stopped in its tracks, head turning this way and that. The voice sounded familiar, but it couldn’t readily identify her. “Eis...?” Someone walked up to it, someone Eisbaer shaped. Saffron lightly sniffed the air around them, eyes fixated on her odd feet. They smelled like her, at least. Eisbaer scrunched up her nose. “Did you just sniff me?” “It’s not what you think,” it stammered, rounding its shoulders and lowering its stance. “Your distinct scent makes you easier to identify.” “...Saffron, I think you could come up with a better excuse than that.” She turned her head, stopping short of smelling her arm. “I mean, I have been training, but I like to think I don’t stink.” “No no no.” Saffron waved its hands. Fuck. What a terrible way to start! “It’s not you, I swear.” She eyed it up and down, rubbing her chin in contemplation. “Okay. I think you passed the smell test.”
September 1, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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Gonna have that song stuck in my head all morning...

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Laken knew better than to antagonize royalty, and even polite disagreement was enough to cause an affront, but they laid out their reasoning as clearly as possible. “I think you can understand why one such as I would be offended, your highness. While I recognize the mines as a valuable asset to the queendom, my blade would be better served here at Redadore, or at a less guarded settlement.” And then Laken flashed their dazzling smile, melting the Queen’s stern expression. “But Laken,” she protested, “Those foul trolls and kobolds won’t fear a handful of juveniles. Young Jamieson’s voice still cracks!” Laken took her hands in theirs, a bold move for anyone but her wife, and fixed Illora with a smoldering gaze. “You must have faith, my Queen. Do not shame the boys by doubting their field expertise.” She was so moved by their words, that she tore away and braced herself by the window, claiming to be shamed by Laken’s words. They could’ve done without the dramatics, but it got results. One unexpected bonus was being dismissed to their estate, where they currently awaited new assignments.
August 31, 2025 at 9:45 AM
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A little scene from Unplugged.
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Callie gently pressed a finger under Saffron’s chin. “Close your mouth before you choke on flies.” With a click, it did just that. “Why were you...” “I have subclasses to hone, and don’t like chumming up with others of my caliber.” She took a generous gulp of her smoothie, making Saffron shiver. “Too many of them have the same flights of fantasy as you and your girl—” “Eisbaer isn’t ‘my girl’. We aren’t romantically entangled. We’re friends.” But Callie just chuckled. “Whatever you say, pal. Point is, I’m not interested in being your meat shield. Not now, not after you bulk up. Not ever.” She pointed a finger just under its nose. “And don’t go giving me those puppy dog eyes.”
August 30, 2025 at 9:33 AM
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From the upcoming second book in the Early Adopter series. One of the worst clients to have.

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“Yes, and it may be in the best interest of our child for me to have sole custody. I’ve long suspected Yaela of infidelity and potential drug use. On more than one occasion she’s come home stinking of marijuana—” “A legal substance no worse than cigarettes.” “I don’t smoke, and she never did. Until recently…I think this intern may be responsible.” “Anything is possible.” “You’re no help,” he snapped. “I hired you to expose the wrongdoings of my wife, and you’re just smirking—” “I did the work and expedited the files to you.” Sure, they redacted some bits, but Ryn didn’t completely scrub everything, either. He wanted evidence of her cheating, and he got that. Proof of her taking drugs? He got that, too. “The rest is up to you.” He took a moment to respond. “Fine. I wanted something hard hitting, but I can work with this. You can still fix this.” He leaned back in his seat, leg crossed, and snapped his fingers at Ryn. “I want you to dig up every bit of dirt on this…blue haired woman. People with unnatural hair colors are more likely to be involved in criminal activity.”
August 29, 2025 at 10:42 AM
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The rare "name that Pokemon" moment.

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“Teddy! That’s your mount?” When Meike popped free, they were greeted by Cass and her mount, along with Teddy’s choice. Standing proudly beside Teddy was a large brown goat, a mane of green fur around its broad shoulders. A pair of wicked and curved horns graced its skull. Grinning, Teddy slapped the goat on the bottom, and didn’t flinch when it butted back. “My very own! I wanted something that could handle a little ice and snow.” “I still think you’d be better off with a pony,” Cass said. “Not as regal as a horse, but they’re sturdy fellows.” “Cass, everyone rides a horse or pony! But not everyone rides a goat.”
August 28, 2025 at 10:25 AM
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From my latest serial, Unplugged.

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A new customer appeared, not stopping to glance at the figure near the door. Just like the others, the customer waited for the automatic doors to open before stepping inside. They mingled around the store, examining robot toys and bikes, before making a beeline to a shelf lined with dolls. They picked up a doll, set it down, and made an about turn to begin the rotation all over again. Eventually, they returned to collect a doll, and made their purchase at the register. You’d think the developers would invest in better scripting for their NPCs. There were far more robust mechanics in gaming companies that actually cared about the end product. Indie titles alone had so much going for them, crafting games that really spoke to their audience. Not this...soulless abomination Saffron found itself in. It only delved into the gaming side of the VR to see just how far technology had come, and if an MMO of this scale was worth the hype. One of the selling points was the ability to craft unique skills and classes, to truly stand out from the pack. The results were...interesting. Not alright, or outstanding. Just interesting. Aside from the open class system (which wasn’t so open to be truly broken or unique), there wasn’t much to see here.
August 27, 2025 at 9:35 AM
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Never come between a dog and his prized possession (much to Meike's dismay, the rug stayed).

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“Pickles, what is that?” What was a dreadfully uneventful task for Meike was quite the adventure for Pickles. Whereas Meike and Teddy came back with a small cart of shelves and rails, Pickles presented a thick, woolly rug. With an unexpected guest attached… Cass grimaced at the grotesque head jutting from the rolled bundle, a petrified tongue hanging from slack lips. “I think the butcher missed a spot.” “No, that’s there by design.” Pickles sprawled over the rug, briefly making the glass eyes of the sheep jiggle. “Leyla knows what I like. She had a nice furniture set, too.” Meike inched away from the rug and the poor sheep’s head. “Let me guess…similarly made from cattle?” “Yeah! Cows. Horns and all.” He winked. “But I knew it would be too much for your delicate sensibilities.” “You aren’t bringing that thing into the house!”
August 26, 2025 at 10:08 AM
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The word "reptile" doesn't appear directly, but there are reptilian beastfolk. Forgot all about this guy.

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They strode into Judd’s Paige and immediately caught the eye of the store clerk. “Good day,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Looking for anything in particular?” The clerk, Cecil, according to his name badge, was well over eight feet tall, lime green with scaly skin, and had neatly pressed black hair overhanging one eye. Heavy eyeliner framed his other eye, and his snake-like tongue flickered in the air, presumably tasting Meike’s scent. Meike blinked. It would be easier to ask for help, but they were hoping to browse. “Actually, I am here on a friend’s recommendation. She knows I’m interested in starting my own farm, or maybe a garden behind a shop. But I’m also an herbalist and wondered if you had any books on the subject.” “Ahh.” Cecil’s tongue extended several inches, the tip dancing in place. “I believe we have something of interest.”
August 25, 2025 at 9:55 AM
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Named this chapter A Horse With No Name, because unlike the other mounts, I hadn't documented it in my compendium. So I had "fun" tracking it down.

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Meike approached her now, head bowed in apology. “Hey girl...Jennie.” Her nostrils widened, but no snort came. She just stared at Meike, head slightly tilted to the side. “Go on,” that gaze seemed to say. They tentatively held up a hand, palm out. “I’m sorry for misjudging you. You’re just scared, is all. Scared and cold, and wondering why you’re out here, instead of in the nice warm stable.” Jennie gently exhaled, breath catching Meike full in the face. But they kept their calm, and carefully placed their hand by her nose. They braced themself for a bite, but Jennie gave them a cautious nip. She didn’t protest when they petted her on the nose, but Meike knew better than to overstay their welcome. “Come on, we have a nice blanket for you until the wind dies down. Teddy?” He shot Meike a frightened look as he held onto his end of the blanket, but Jennie didn’t so much as bat an eye as they fixed it over her. She nudged Meike with her nose, demanding a quick pat, and did the same for Teddy. “I think she likes us,” he said, one arm wrapped around the horse’s back. She gently shoved him off and blew air in his face.
August 24, 2025 at 9:49 AM
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“Hmph! Have fun with your dusty old books! I’m going to see what the boy is up to.” And with that, he was off, claws clicking against the cobblestones. “Come. We’re better off without him.” Cass’ hand hovered over Meike’s shoulder. “I recommend going to the market first. Demand runs especially high this time of year.” She didn’t need to tell them twice. “How much coin do you have?” Meike’s hand reached for the money pouch tied to their belt. It was heavy from their recent foray into the mines, though Meike had a feeling it wouldn’t be nearly enough for what they had in mind. “At least a hundred, maybe two.” Things got iffy when you factored in the lesser coins. “That’s more than enough, but if you need it…the Bank of Firetide is always open for service.” Cass winked and Meike rolled their eyes.
August 22, 2025 at 10:28 AM
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And there was no end in sight beyond the thorns; only infinite darkness and the promise of pain. “I’ll be your little canary in the mine,” Pickles said, dropping on all fours, axe resting on his back. “Don’t come over until I give the all clear.” And then he darted in, the swish of his red tail the last they saw of Pickles as darkness consumed him. They lined up behind Cass, Vivica resting at their heels. She wouldn’t be joining them, as someone had to hang back and mind the animals and house. The arrangements were sure to change after the initial meeting with the citizens, with one or two people opting to sleep in the house. Teddy braced a hand on their shoulder. “I liked the story about the hedgehogs,” he whispered, just as Pickles uttered three barks in quick succession. “That’s my cue,” Cass said, and disappeared into the perilous void. Meike waited a second before tapping Teddy’s hand, suddenly grateful for the gesture. “Thanks. I’m full of useless facts.” There was a low curse on the other side of the path, followed by a shout for the next victim.
August 21, 2025 at 9:43 AM
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“Oh, you mean when I retire? That’s easy.” The fruit disappeared into their inventory, and Ryn hopped into the tree with her. “Photography. I get a lot of good shots on the job, most of which I can’t use for legal reasons.” Even then, they could always edit out people and personal artifacts. They have in the past, and sold a few of their best shots—mostly of impressive buildings or the rare goose or deer lurking in residential areas. Their favorite photos were the ones from nose bleeding skyscrapers. “I can imagine! Must be hard.” Shae sat on a branch and almost glitched out through it, but kept a straight face. “Have you tried selling any? I don’t know the value of a good picture, but people have collected stranger things.” “Oh fuck off. Photography isn’t a dead art.” Yet. Ryn’s parents objected when they playfully considered majoring in the arts, rather than a more lucrative field. Like engineering, or podiatry (dad’s profession). And at the end of the day…Ryn valued money more than aesthetics. They were also of the opinion that hobbies and careers should never cross paths, lest the financial stress and strain kill the love of the craft.
August 20, 2025 at 9:35 AM
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Unfortunately for Meike and company, Maggie ordered them to leave her yard before sundown. “I gave you permission to help yourself to my collection, and give your little project a temporary stay, but I did not permit a gathering! Gerta, the head of the HOA, is absolutely livid,” she yelled from her second-floor balcony. Meike glanced around, but could barely see over Maggie's fence or any of her neighbors. “But we aren't being too rowdy,” they tried to protest. But Maggie refused to back down, her eerie trap of a mouth wide and emitting a high-pitched whine and an outpouring of flies and locusts. Meike hastily ushered everyone inside and hitched the house to Butterscotch. They were off before Maggie started hacking up hornets and equally ornery insects.
August 19, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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“Maybe not, but it would be enough to get you back on your feet,” Julie said. “You wouldn’t need to camp out in our attic.” Ve glanced at her, dark eyes carrying a hint of malice. “I lived here before you lot bought the place. For months as I rebuilt my strength and planned to join a new group, maybe even strike out on my own.” Meike stared skeptically at the young rat, at ver thin body and messy brown fur. Skrenkak couldn’t fight off Pickles, so it was hard to imagine ver in a dungeon or swinging a sword. Maybe a bow, but that didn’t seem like ver style, either. “Doing what?” Pickles asked, “Stealing? Scrounging for food? A stiff wind would knock you over.” Skrenkak shrugged, hand aloft. “We all have to make a living, don’t we? And I operate best alone, from the shadows.” Ve lowered ver hand. “Give me a week to prepare, and I’ll be out of your hair for good.”
August 18, 2025 at 10:34 AM
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Cass chose somewhere ritzier, but still within her budget. She had a good view of a lush garden from her large window. “Bit drafty at night, but I bet it’s beautiful in spring!” And then there was Meike, who found the perfect niche on Maggie’s dime. That perfect view of the sprawling city and busy storefronts... “Vee, I’m home.” Vivica yawned and stretched from her spot by the door. Wolves couldn’t roam freely on the streets, but no one cared behind closed doors. They scratched her behind the ears and fed Vee her favorite treat. Content, she returned to keeping watch over the sole entry and exit point, for to crawl through or out the window would surely result in death.
August 17, 2025 at 10:38 AM
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With their limited resources, Meike leaned heavily on memories and their knowledge of herbs. Assuming Grydon Pomfret merely had an allergic reaction of sorts, this could be solved with time and the right compound. Witch hazel came to mind first. It was used for a variety of ailments, such as dry skin and rashes. Sandalwood was also beneficial, but they needed a natural moisturizer… Their mind went to jojoba oil and shea butter, but what were the odds of finding any nearby? “Time to think outside of the box,” they proclaimed to a dozing Vivica.
August 16, 2025 at 9:48 AM
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I'm immediately suspicious of anyone who wants to move to dms, and doubly so if most of their replies to other authors are c/p. Just seems like a ploy to sell me smth, probably book covers, as designer is listed in their bio. 🤔
One of Amara's c/p responses: Oh see! I'm also writing my first ever fantasy trilogy and i would love to talk to you about it and know basic tips. I'm new to this, would you mind if we chat on dm?
August 15, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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From season 4 of Last Train Home.

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Smirking, Mr. Tod preened his bushy tail. “Normally I charge for such a trick, but for you…I’ll make an exception.” “Great.” Big Jim tossed something to the fox. “Make me a goose egg.” Mr. Tod’s eyes widened as he clutched the stone, not daring to look at it. “An egg, sir?” “Yeah. Make it an egg, then make the egg disappear.” Big Jim’s sharp canines peered through his smile. Now Mr. Tod’s eyes flickered to the open window. “I can do that, but I have to make certain arrangements first.” “Of course.” “I need to dim the lights…the effect isn’t as impressive if you can see the magic.” Big Jim’s ear twitched in Jessie’s direction. “Lights, please.” She dimmed the lights as requested, bathing the room in darkness. Meike froze in place, keenly aware of the dog next to them, and the fox just a few feet away. Jessie didn’t just snuff out a candle or two; she cut off all light sources entirely! But Big Jim was in no rush, and calmly stood there as Jessie fumbled for a solitary candle. A sharp yelp jolted the dog into action as the single candle lit up Mr. Tod’s now empty chair. And dangling from the open window was the fox, tail swishing in the air as he battled with an unseen enemy.
August 14, 2025 at 10:05 AM
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“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY,” Piers belted out the following morning. Ryn shot him a dirty look. It wasn’t that day already, was it? “Don’t be such a sourpuss, Casler! You of all people should—nevermind.” After a long, awkward night with Shae, they were in no mood for his shenanigans. Or Gigi, who quietly stood on his shoulder. “What have I told you about mentioning that day in my presence?” “I heard you the first time, captain!” Piers sighed and slumped over his desk, dislodging Gigi. “I’m just a hopeless romantic, seeking the love of my life…even signed up for the annual speed dating event.” Ryn grumbled, their back against the wall. Every year he spun the Russian Roulette that was dating, and every year he tried roping Ryn along—for the 15% discount, the cheap bastard. “Don’t bother asking me. I’ve got better things to do that night.”
August 13, 2025 at 10:27 AM