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Lauren (is forever writing 🌟)
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Novel and comic writer | Current webcomic: The Hour of Shadow |
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For the afternoon #questpit crowd 💕

CAPTIVE PRINCE X SHADES OF MAGIC

A blood knight, shackled to the empire he once fought against, finds potential freedom in a thief wielding outlawed shadow magic who would set him free for a devastating price.
Eli, our thief Fia, our blood knight
November 5, 2025 at 6:22 PM
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The theft of a dragon's egg leads to a hunt gone awry and a choice that could open the doors to death and unravel the world in this slowburn M/M fantasy.

✨a blood knight trapped
✨a thief looking to save him
✨a shadow world in waiting

#QuestPit #W #A #F #RF #LGBTQ ( #Q in December!)
Morally gray characters Dual POV Cycles of trauma Empire and war Death and shadow magic Otherworldly creatures and forgotten gods M/M romance Slow burn Harm him and die “Elios…” That was a warning. Eli grinned and set himself back against the knight’s chest more firmly. A small act, but making of himself something entirely and undeniably present. “Eli. I’d rather you call me that. Only you, though. I'm not too sure about the rest of them yet. And my point still stands. Also, I was quite correct about you being the fearsome sort.” That finally earned him a glance from the knight. Eli exhaled, the sound edging toward a whistle, low but unmistakably impressed. “You have a very intense stare.” A blink greeted that comment. Genuine surprise. The hand on his hip settled a little heavier against it like a bird finally committed to roosting.
November 5, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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I appear to have been pinged, and yes, this fits me as well! 🏳️‍🌈 I write comics and novels, mostly of the BL variety and spanning fantasy genres
The Hour of Shadow Dance of Blood and Faith
October 23, 2025 at 4:09 AM
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My boy is so cute this Halloween 🎃😭💕
October 19, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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Yes, I am ridiculously excited we now get to play the Nightmare Before Christmas event in Twisted Wonderland 😍 I've been waiting for this to come around!
October 13, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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At least when I start feeling down about things I know I’ll always put out some good food and a clean house 😂
Chicken tagine with vegetables
September 10, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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They tell you you can't save everyone, but you still have to somehow save yourself each and every time
The truth is that I know how to save you. I’ve spent a lifetime learning how. There are the books I have studied and the blood on my hands because experience demands nothing less, and I know all the steps, so here is how you make the potion for forever, here is where salvation stands, and then the moment comes, and there is a brief second where your gaze meets mine and we both know that there is nothing more, and all the magic turns to ash, and experience says here is another lesson, and I still know that I can save you, I can, but your fingers slip from mine and all at once everything is too cold, too hot, too everything but you.
September 8, 2025 at 3:05 AM
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Dance of Blood and Faith is one of the #Tapas Community Staff Picks this week! 😳 A new chapter just recently dropped, and if you haven't been keeping up, you can read it ⬇️

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Dance of Blood and Faith is a Tapas Staff pick this week!
September 6, 2025 at 1:20 AM
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Funny, the way you think letting go is the same thing as salvation when all it leads to is us bleeding for one another in the end
September 3, 2025 at 3:24 AM
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And we knew it then, when the songbird forgot how to sing, that not everything makes it back in one piece
He has the window down, and there’s a song on the radio, one he loves, and he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out like all the lyrics had buried themselves in the desert passing us by, and we both knew that only death waited for the things the desert ate, and I wanted to tell him we were leaving this place, but he closed his mouth then, and the music stopped.
August 21, 2025 at 12:56 AM
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A boy of magic and dreams, desperate to protect the innocence he's convinced himself he's lost
A sea of red, but when they ask about the bleeding, you just smile and say there are things far worse than a little blood lost, the sort of stuff you can always come back from but never quite the same, like the sun forgot to shine in certain places so you learn how to navigate the dark until the dark finds a little place inside of you to call home, but even if the sun forgets, he says, there are stars and they are beautiful.
August 16, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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May you be the hero of your story, little robin, though the words have been trampled and the pages torn. Do not forget that you are made of myth and magic, and a heart that knows far too much of love to ever lose itself to true madness.
August 16, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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Jason remains my favorite DC character, so I thought I'd share some of my poetic ramblings inspired by him/for him. I may add to this thread as the day goes along 💕
I don’t want to talk about the thing that broke me. I can, but there’s a joke lying in wait behind my tongue for that conversation, and I don’t think I want to laugh until the bitterness drowns the sound. I want to remember instead what laughter actually sounds like, the way it sounded before I saw the heroes die, the way it was before I became the hero.
August 16, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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🧵 Happy Birthday, Jason Todd. May you one day get the story you deserve. 🎂

#jasontodd #redhood
It’s the way they talk about how fast they all grow up, not realizing there’s a boy over there whom the world threw heart first into the ocean and told him that drowning is also part of living, and how he came to be with water in his lungs, part shadow, all shadow, some days more, others less, wondering how sharks were left swimming in the streets, and how there are days he feels the water drying up, leaving him to breathe fire and misery instead. It hurts. And he thinks that maybe everything burns, was always burning, each moment simply waiting for another phoenix to rise so that someone somewhere down the line can say it all had meaning in the end. It still hurts. But he reaches for the stars, they all do down here, and he still can’t forget the way the moon made magic of his life and how the words leapt off the pages, pulling him into places he never thought he could go, just like that name bigger than any of his dreams had ever been. He was once sunlight on midnight’s wings, and there had been dirt on his feet and hunger in his stomach, but there stood another door, shattered glass mostly. But open is open, you know. You see the streets had taught him that, a different lesson from the world and her ocean, and you took opportunities before they crowded around your grave and wept for all you’d never been. He’d never been much. Oh, but he believed it for a moment, maybe a little more. Time gets funny when memory starts talking, but he remembers the water in his chest and the heaviness of trying to breath (again), not quite as bad as the knowing, how all things move, keep moving, and there are some firebirds better left fizzling out in the ashes. More potential for the burying. He could have been everything. They cry over that, too, he’s realized. That’s what some of them say, anyway. Dead is dead, but you knew that, right? He’s still got a heart beating in his chest, though.
August 16, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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In the end that should have been, we begin again.
You and I, two stars crashing out of orbit, heading for an end that seemed inevitable, final, until our trajectories collided and sent us spiraling out of demise and into something new and bright, fragments of ourselves embedded in the other and we became something more than the falling that brought us together, something beyond all we had ever imagined.
August 11, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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This is no once in a lifetime affair. It is love in every universe, from here until the stars bleed out, your heart as mine.
But a world without you? There is no world without you. I would drown the very depths of Hades itself so it could never claim your hand. Its rivers no more. Its fields swallowed. Death has no right to the heart already delivered to me. Should he try to rend from me you, my own soul, I would make him a shade of this waking world.
August 8, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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And for the evening #questpit crowd!

A few snippets with our thief, Eli, and our blood knight, Fia (also starring a wolf who refused death and knows how best to irritate a certain thief).

#A #F #RF #LGBTQ
You kissed him. There is promise in that. Love. You do not kiss what does not carry meaning. Eli stopped then and turned to face the wall. Is that what Fia told her in all his talks of kisses and kissing? The corner of his mouth curved upward as a smirk, vicious with his frustration, made itself known. “Kisses aren’t just about being in love or even caring about someone, my darling wolf. They can be quite dangerous, you know.” Eli felt his heart plunge forward, as if in a hurry to leave his own chest. The smirk cut in deeper. He curled his fingers in toward his palms and tried not to laugh, a sickening sense of understanding pooling in his gut as he studied the shadows, as he turned over Kuunojäk’s words. “Judging from this whole mess, I’d say kisses may as well be an act of warfare.” Her laughter ran through him again. “This isn’t funny. Your dear knight wants me dead.” He does. And he does not. Death will find you either way, though, shadow-child. Pain bore a hole in his side. Something hot and wet drenched his hip. Fia’s hand flew to it, expecting the worst, but when he drew his hand back, there was nothing. No blood. No wound. His clothes perfectly intact. The world snapped into focus again around him. At the end of the hall, a stairwell rose to the floor above, its steps bathed in a gentle yellow light. That was right. He was heading there. To where Eli was. Upstairs. Somewhere. He had to kill him. Kiss him. Hunt him. Bury him. Save him.
August 6, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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For the morning #questpit crowd 💕

Captive Prince meets The Fragile Threads of Power in a M/M slow burn fantasy story where a blood knight, shackled to the empire he once fought, finds potential freedom in a thief wielding outlawed shadow magic who would set him free for a price.
Our thief, Eli Our blood knight, Fia
August 6, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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The theft of a dragon's egg leads to a hunt gone awry and a choice that could open the doors to death and unravel the world.

✨a blood knight trapped
✨a thief looking to save him
✨a shadow world in waiting
✨missing gods
✨dragons

(Querying soon!)

#QuestPit #W #A #F #RF #LGBTQ
Morally gray characters Dual POV Cycles of trauma Empire and war Death and shadow magic Otherworldly creatures and forgotten gods M/M romance Slow burn Harm him and die “Elios…” That was a warning. Eli grinned and set himself back against the knight’s chest more firmly. A small act, but making of himself something entirely and undeniably present. “Eli. I’d rather you call me that. Only you, though. I'm not too sure about the rest of them yet. And my point still stands. Also, I was quite correct about you being the fearsome sort.” That finally earned him a glance from the knight. Eli exhaled, the sound edging toward a whistle, low but unmistakably impressed. “You have a very intense stare.” A blink greeted that comment. Genuine surprise. The hand on his hip settled a little heavier against it like a bird finally committed to roosting.
August 6, 2025 at 4:45 AM
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He was everything, and he was mine
When I tell you that I loved him, I do not mean in a blood and bones sort of way, even though he was the one who cracked open his ribs and showed me his heart, though not a single name marred its skin. I loved him as one loves the stardust that lines our veins, as some integral part of who I was and who I would come to be, and I could not forget him any more than the universe could forget the galaxies that called her home.
August 5, 2025 at 2:17 AM
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When they talk of enemies and lovers, they'll talk of us
Everything goes to red with you, and I can taste the blood on my teeth from where I bit you, can taste it in the gasp you didn’t want to let out but did because you wanted this more than me, but you couldn’t say that either even though your fingers left my throat for parts more sensitive, my heart and deeper, so you see I bled, am bleeding for you too.
August 3, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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Do not doubt the heart that loves you more than it loves the world; do not misjudge the meaning of its words when it promises you everything.
When I come back for you, it will be with the world on its knees and my heart on a silver platter.
August 1, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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It's the way endings make tapestries of our bodies, the way we can't help pulling some threads more than others
It’s the way grief climbs inside of us, quiet but undeniable, when we know the end is there, and it is staring down at us because all either of us can do is wait for the inevitability to catch up to us, and in the meantime, the tendrils curl around our bones, ascending like ivy until it feels like no part of us has been untouched, and then it starts to bloom, not all at once, but a bud, here and there, unfurling in waves, usually around the ribs, which have become latticework, prime for the overtaking, turning bright as each flower spills open, with petals soft as they brush against the heart though some days it feels likes thorns and torment, and maybe those are there too, serrating the edges so you never know which part you’re going to feel when a breath blows through, but at some point, the losses build and the body becomes a garden of all the things we cannot forget.
July 15, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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An end is an end, he said, but love makes it all the sweeter.
There’s a knife on the table, and he’s offering you a kiss. Whichever you decide to take, it’s death all the same.
June 26, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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And so it was that I came to love you...
It took a breath, and it took a beat, just a moment for it all to come crashing down as words undressed a heart and lips presented it bare, a kiss disarmed, disarming, just a moment to know there was no turning back.
June 25, 2025 at 12:17 AM