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Pink priestess named Marshmary from the Lunar Lore doll Series holding her staff

Pink priestess named Marshmary from the Lunar Lore doll Series holding her staff

🍨My spring inventory is finally trickling in!

Marshmary from the Lunar Lore Series is stunning with amazing details and high quality. Save money by buying confirmed blindboxes so you don't have to guess what you get!

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a 1/8 scale blind box ball-jointed doll with dusty pink hair styled in curls, wearing a white and pink dress with gold accents and a flower headpiece. they hold a bronze long-handled hammer. their expression is calm.

a 1/8 scale blind box ball-jointed doll with dusty pink hair styled in curls, wearing a white and pink dress with gold accents and a flower headpiece. they hold a bronze long-handled hammer. their expression is calm.

really in love with this one. there are some gorgeous details without being too over-the-top. (a few blind box lines tend to be a little heavy on the deco/forced "theme" design for me.)

I hope there's a second series in the works!

#blindbox #bjd #blindboxbjd #inedibledoll #lunarlore #firstberry

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The moon's very different sides explained in new NASA study Scientists have long suspected the differences could be explained by what's inside the moon but until now, they couldn't prove it.

The Moon is still teaching us stuff.
Billions of years old, and it’s got drama.
New NASA study shows a titanic impact reshaped one half.
Like plastic surgery—on a planetary scale.
#MoonScience #SpaceNerd #NASA #LunarLore
champ.ly/g3Hrk83b

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The moon's very different sides explained in new NASA study Scientists have long suspected the differences could be explained by what's inside the moon but until now, they couldn't prove it.

The Moon is still teaching us stuff.
Billions of years old, and it’s got drama.
New NASA study shows a titanic impact reshaped one half.
Like plastic surgery—on a planetary scale.
#MoonScience #SpaceNerd #NASA #LunarLore
https://champ.ly/g3Hrk83b

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This one is totally vibes. The first introduction between fated mates, a triad that has loved through lifetimes without remembering. And yet...

🐾 #LunarLore #BlackVTuber #VTuberEN #VSky #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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A tiny letter from my light cleric. Nadia's journey has been one filled with transformation and pain and even though she's returned home, those themes still haunt her.

🐾 #LunarLore #BlackVTuber #VTuberEN #VSky #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #LetterWriting

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I've gotten really into writing these soft little pieces recently. This excerpt is from a bigger piece, but still. It's a little different than my normal stuff and it's pretty fun.

🐾 #LunarLore #BlackVTuber #VTuberEN #VSky #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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	“Priestess,” he sighed, relief bleeding through the word.
He dropped to his knees, metal striking marble, as the others followed suit. Ten in total, each bearing his crest, each whispering my title like a prayer.
I turned to the guild master, brow raised in question.
“We come to make sacrament,” he said. “Beneath the full moon. Before the battle reaches our gates.”
“All of you?” My voice wavered slightly. Ten men. All warriors. All watching me. Hungry.
He shook his head. “These are my men. The others do not—are not worthy of it.”
I nodded, burying the pain of what he wasn’t saying. The others didn’t trust my magic.
The gift was sacred and ancient. It was contained in my flesh and, as raw magic, would be passed from my body and into theirs. It would strengthen them, make them that much harder to kill—if they could bear it, if they could endure me.
Still, even as I took them all in, it was his gaze I felt the strongest. Burning and familiar.
We had never spoken of the last time, nor the time before that—the moon only a crescent in the sky and then missing entirely. And yet, he laid me upon the—
“I will prepare the altar,” I said quietly, the power already rising in my blood.

“Priestess,” he sighed, relief bleeding through the word. He dropped to his knees, metal striking marble, as the others followed suit. Ten in total, each bearing his crest, each whispering my title like a prayer. I turned to the guild master, brow raised in question. “We come to make sacrament,” he said. “Beneath the full moon. Before the battle reaches our gates.” “All of you?” My voice wavered slightly. Ten men. All warriors. All watching me. Hungry. He shook his head. “These are my men. The others do not—are not worthy of it.” I nodded, burying the pain of what he wasn’t saying. The others didn’t trust my magic. The gift was sacred and ancient. It was contained in my flesh and, as raw magic, would be passed from my body and into theirs. It would strengthen them, make them that much harder to kill—if they could bear it, if they could endure me. Still, even as I took them all in, it was his gaze I felt the strongest. Burning and familiar. We had never spoken of the last time, nor the time before that—the moon only a crescent in the sky and then missing entirely. And yet, he laid me upon the— “I will prepare the altar,” I said quietly, the power already rising in my blood.

To take my gift was to offer themselves up to something they couldn’t name, something that licked at the edges of understanding and smiled back with too many teeth.

Because it wasn’t just magic that lived in my blood.

🐾 #LunarLore #BlackVTuber #VSky #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

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When being lonely might cost you your lucrative job on Mars. Oops!

From my slow-burn, soft sci-fi, alien romance novella!

🐾 #LunarLore #BlackVTuber #PNGTuber #AmWriting #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips

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"Strip." His voice is a command, low and edged with hunger, as the hotel door snaps shut behind me.

I turn, flipping the lock. The bolt slides into place at the same moment slickness pools between my thighs. Then, his phone chimes. His grin turns feral as he watches me. Silently, I move to the bed, peeling my shirt over my head and letting it drop to the floor.

"Suck my cock while I tell this fuckwit how close I am to firing him," he growls. My heart thunders against my ribs. "Not a peep, or I'll edge you for an hour. Understand?"

I nod immediately, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my skirt. "Yes, Sir," I whisper, nipples tight, desire spiking.

The skirt falls to the floor. No panties. I never wear them when he's in town.

"Good girl." His voice is a husky promise as he yanks down his zipper and frees his already thickening cock.

I crawl onto the bed, stretching out along his side, my lips brushing over his crown in a demure kiss. My tongue swirls against his glans.

He groans, fingers tapping the screen of his phone with sharp, impatient jabs. A brief flash of light—then he lifts it to his ear.

"Brad," he says smoothly, as if his cock isn't pulsing against my tongue. "Thanks for calling me back..."

"Strip." His voice is a command, low and edged with hunger, as the hotel door snaps shut behind me. I turn, flipping the lock. The bolt slides into place at the same moment slickness pools between my thighs. Then, his phone chimes. His grin turns feral as he watches me. Silently, I move to the bed, peeling my shirt over my head and letting it drop to the floor. "Suck my cock while I tell this fuckwit how close I am to firing him," he growls. My heart thunders against my ribs. "Not a peep, or I'll edge you for an hour. Understand?" I nod immediately, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my skirt. "Yes, Sir," I whisper, nipples tight, desire spiking. The skirt falls to the floor. No panties. I never wear them when he's in town. "Good girl." His voice is a husky promise as he yanks down his zipper and frees his already thickening cock. I crawl onto the bed, stretching out along his side, my lips brushing over his crown in a demure kiss. My tongue swirls against his glans. He groans, fingers tapping the screen of his phone with sharp, impatient jabs. A brief flash of light—then he lifts it to his ear. "Brad," he says smoothly, as if his cock isn't pulsing against my tongue. "Thanks for calling me back..."

Waking up with that heavy ache in your pelvis because the dream was just too fucking good...

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It was a memorable #WritingWorkshop! We explored many aspects of #Folklore which we wove into 4 #PoetryGames, starting with a look at #LunarLore and this warm-up activity. #poetry #Folktales #FoodLore #Proverbs and more. bsky.app/profile/marc...

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A settlement without a cheesemonger is an outpost, not a city.

A world without poets and cheese is an engine, grinding.

Let our ships carry rinds and rhymes alike … stories aged like moonlit Camembert, verses pressed into the rind of the night.

Civilization is more than survival.

#LunarLore

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A reference sheet for the vTuber Asteria Spirit drawn by Emmie ( https://bsky.app/profile/emmieetude.bsky.social )

A reference sheet for the vTuber Asteria Spirit drawn by Emmie ( https://bsky.app/profile/emmieetude.bsky.social )

Hey there, Stargazers and Moonchasers! I’m Asteria—your favorite comfy, curvy, cosmic werewolf vTuber. Whether it’s coworking, consuming smut, or creative writing, I’m here to brighten your corner of the cosmos.

My Tags
🎨 #MoonlitStar
🔞 #MoondrunkStar
🖋️ #LunarLore

Rᴇғ ʙʏ @emmieetude.bsky.social

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In the stillness, her love felt like the stars—small, constant, and enough to illuminate every dark shadow I carried within me.

"Love me like the moon intended, all the way through the darkness," I murmured, my fingers brushing hers.

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I wrap my arms around him, pressing my cheek against his back. His heartbeat thunders beneath it, a war drum that won't still, even now that the danger has passed.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, but the tension knotting his muscles tells me he’s anything but...

🐾 【 #AmWriting #LunarLore #Drabble

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“Where’s—Where’s the cinnamon colored one?” Natalie asks in a whispered voice, her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze darting from the entryway to the corners of the room.
          “Varak,” I tell her with a soft smile and a reassuring nod. “His name is Varak. And he’s—”
          “—Dead?” she asks hopefully.
          “What?! No!” I retort with a sharp shake of my head, my heart suddenly thundering in my chest. A ripple of confusion overwhelms me to the point that I have to grab hold of the back of one of the chairs to steady myself. And then comes the familiar warmth of anger crawling up my spine and settling in my jaw.
          “Why would you think he’s dead?” I ask her while narrowing my eyes. “Do you know something—”

“Where’s—Where’s the cinnamon colored one?” Natalie asks in a whispered voice, her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze darting from the entryway to the corners of the room.           “Varak,” I tell her with a soft smile and a reassuring nod. “His name is Varak. And he’s—”           “—Dead?” she asks hopefully.           “What?! No!” I retort with a sharp shake of my head, my heart suddenly thundering in my chest. A ripple of confusion overwhelms me to the point that I have to grab hold of the back of one of the chairs to steady myself. And then comes the familiar warmth of anger crawling up my spine and settling in my jaw.           “Why would you think he’s dead?” I ask her while narrowing my eyes. “Do you know something—”

November 25th—
Novel work was done today! Yay. Idk why this scene has been so hard for me to write.

✏️ 【 Word Count: 36,639 / 50,000 】
🐾 【 #NovelEmber#AmWriting#WritingCommunity#BlackVTuber#LunarLore#VTuberEN

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Her path to obtaining the Wish spell came at a time when the world was teetering on the edge of chaos. Amarielle, desperate to take control and secure her vision, secretly began searching for ancient, lost rituals and artifacts. She encountered an enigmatic group of arcane scholars, including former sorcerers, who helped her unlock the hidden magics of the world. Among these was a legendary artifact, said to grant the wielder the power of a single, world-altering wish.

Her path to obtaining the Wish spell came at a time when the world was teetering on the edge of chaos. Amarielle, desperate to take control and secure her vision, secretly began searching for ancient, lost rituals and artifacts. She encountered an enigmatic group of arcane scholars, including former sorcerers, who helped her unlock the hidden magics of the world. Among these was a legendary artifact, said to grant the wielder the power of a single, world-altering wish.

November 24th—
I did a lot of #Dungeons&Dragons writing yesterday. Sketching out a campaign for some dear friends. A smol peek?

✏️ 【 Word Count: 35,932 / 50,000 】
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“Xendov?” Lotus whispered, her voice soft as a midnight glade under the full moon. The store was eerily quiet, the afternoon rush long over. The stale air stirred faintly, carrying the weight of unspoken fears. “Hurt?”
“Not…immediately,” Asteria faltered. The edge of her fury dulled as she caught the concern etched in Lotus’s features. “He might get hurt. Or worse.” Her voice wavered. “Who the fuck knows? All the reading I’ve done about demons and dragons and—” She stopped herself with a frustrated sigh, shaking her head.
Wordlessly, Lotus reached across the counter, her fingertips brushing lightly over Asteria’s knuckles. Her touch carried a calm, gentle push of her placid emotions, a soothing balm that sang through Asteria like a quiet lullaby.
Asteria exhaled shakily, her shoulders dropping as the tension drained from her posture. Her jaw relaxed, and with a soft hum of surrender, she uncrossed her arms. Slowly, she flipped her hand over, letting Lotus intertwine their fingers.
“Is the answer to a long-dead question worth a life?” Asteria whispered, her voice thick with sorrow.

“Xendov?” Lotus whispered, her voice soft as a midnight glade under the full moon. The store was eerily quiet, the afternoon rush long over. The stale air stirred faintly, carrying the weight of unspoken fears. “Hurt?” “Not…immediately,” Asteria faltered. The edge of her fury dulled as she caught the concern etched in Lotus’s features. “He might get hurt. Or worse.” Her voice wavered. “Who the fuck knows? All the reading I’ve done about demons and dragons and—” She stopped herself with a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. Wordlessly, Lotus reached across the counter, her fingertips brushing lightly over Asteria’s knuckles. Her touch carried a calm, gentle push of her placid emotions, a soothing balm that sang through Asteria like a quiet lullaby. Asteria exhaled shakily, her shoulders dropping as the tension drained from her posture. Her jaw relaxed, and with a soft hum of surrender, she uncrossed her arms. Slowly, she flipped her hand over, letting Lotus intertwine their fingers. “Is the answer to a long-dead question worth a life?” Asteria whispered, her voice thick with sorrow.

November 23rd—
Drabbles keep me sane when my real project just won't talk to me.

✏️ 【 Word Count: 31,895 / 50,000 】
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“You are delightful,” the Kraken professed, its deep, resonant voice brimming with satisfaction. “And true to your word.”
“You’re replenished?” Vera’s psychic voice wavered, the overstimulation leaving her thoughts hazy and unfocused. Her body continued to tremble, involuntary spasms radiating through her as her muscles clenched and quivered. “Can go…for another round—”
The Kraken chuckled deeply, a sound like the rumble of distant thunder. Its tentacles trailed lazily over her sensitive skin, sending fresh waves of pleasure and causing her to moan mentally, unable to form coherent thoughts.
“I will take you back to the surface,” it rumbled, “and then we will venture to your Sanctum. Perhaps then, we shall indulge in this once more—when I lay claim to those waters as my own.”
“That’s a…good…accord…” Vera mumbled faintly, her mind swimming in the haze of exhaustion and elation. A faint smile ghosted her lips, even as her body sagged, utterly spent yet curiously eager for what was to come.

“You are delightful,” the Kraken professed, its deep, resonant voice brimming with satisfaction. “And true to your word.” “You’re replenished?” Vera’s psychic voice wavered, the overstimulation leaving her thoughts hazy and unfocused. Her body continued to tremble, involuntary spasms radiating through her as her muscles clenched and quivered. “Can go…for another round—” The Kraken chuckled deeply, a sound like the rumble of distant thunder. Its tentacles trailed lazily over her sensitive skin, sending fresh waves of pleasure and causing her to moan mentally, unable to form coherent thoughts. “I will take you back to the surface,” it rumbled, “and then we will venture to your Sanctum. Perhaps then, we shall indulge in this once more—when I lay claim to those waters as my own.” “That’s a…good…accord…” Vera mumbled faintly, her mind swimming in the haze of exhaustion and elation. A faint smile ghosted her lips, even as her body sagged, utterly spent yet curiously eager for what was to come.

November 22nd—
Finished the lore! Here's a sneak peek.

✏️ 【 Word Count: 31,392 / 50,000 】
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“You can’t go,” she says with a jerk of her shoulders, a shrug meant to be nonchalant, but the weight of their disagreement suffuses her every action. She couldn’t not be emotionally invested, even if she wanted to. “I won’t let you.”
	Xendov’s laugh is humorless and Asteria’s gaze cuts back to him, still filled with simmering fury. 
	“Are you going to stop me, Little Star?” he whispers while leaning forward and the aggression along his shoulders and in the corded lines of his arms makes her take a step back. 
	“You don’t get to call me that when you’re offering yourself up on a platter, Guildmaster,” she whispers heatedly in return. Her arms fall to her sides before her hand comes back up, her index finger pointed at his face. “If you aren’t will to stay alive for me or Lotus, think of the fucking army you’re building. They can’t go to war without a commander, even if he is a self-sacrificing, fucking idiot.”
	Before Xen could reply, Asteria gave him one last withering look before pivoting and storming out of his office, the door slamming behind her. 
	Xen pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tilted his head back to stare dispassionately at the ceiling, his mind counting backwards from ten in a vain attempt to smother the anger crawling through him like a brushfire. 
	It was impossible.

black text on white background which reads: “You can’t go,” she says with a jerk of her shoulders, a shrug meant to be nonchalant, but the weight of their disagreement suffuses her every action. She couldn’t not be emotionally invested, even if she wanted to. “I won’t let you.” Xendov’s laugh is humorless and Asteria’s gaze cuts back to him, still filled with simmering fury. “Are you going to stop me, Little Star?” he whispers while leaning forward and the aggression along his shoulders and in the corded lines of his arms makes her take a step back. “You don’t get to call me that when you’re offering yourself up on a platter, Guildmaster,” she whispers heatedly in return. Her arms fall to her sides before her hand comes back up, her index finger pointed at his face. “If you aren’t will to stay alive for me or Lotus, think of the fucking army you’re building. They can’t go to war without a commander, even if he is a self-sacrificing, fucking idiot.” Before Xen could reply, Asteria gave him one last withering look before pivoting and storming out of his office, the door slamming behind her. Xen pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tilted his head back to stare dispassionately at the ceiling, his mind counting backwards from ten in a vain attempt to smother the anger crawling through him like a brushfire. It was impossible.

November 20th—
Sometimes, you just gotta indulge a bit before you get back to the other brain worms.

✏️ 【 Word Count: 28,101 / 50,000 】
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Two massive eyes opened from the void-like abyss around her, their glow bathing her in a sickly green light. She gasped in surprise and attempted to swim backward, to swim away from this gigantic creature, but just as she made to move, a tentacle reached up from the darkness and wrapped around her ankle. Another struck quickly and wrapped around her thigh while another coiled around her torso and squeezed, forcing her to cough.
        	The Kraken emerged slowly, its immense form unfurling like a strange nightmare come to life. It was the color of the shadows around it and yet not, the opacity of its form seeming to flicker in and out as if it were having a difficult time remaining in its present state. Tentacles longer than ships and thicker than cypress trees writhed around her, their surfaces covered in scars and bioluminescent patterns.
        	“Who…are…you?” the behemoth asked, its voice making Vera’s bones rattle.
        	“Vera, Herald of Cynaris and Savior of Astralbion,” she replied with a prideful tilt of her chin. “And you’re the problem making the merfolk disappear.”
        	“My kind were hunted to extinction,” the Kraken told her, the edge of its anger making her teeth ache, “and their God sealed me away to starve. Now, I feast on them as they once feasted on us.” It chuckled, the echo of it reminding Vera of underground volcanos erupting. “Just like I will feast on you.”
        	“I’d rather not be eaten,” Vera quipped, “at least not in the way you’re imagining.”
        	The massive eye of the Kraken squinted at her, confused.

Two massive eyes opened from the void-like abyss around her, their glow bathing her in a sickly green light. She gasped in surprise and attempted to swim backward, to swim away from this gigantic creature, but just as she made to move, a tentacle reached up from the darkness and wrapped around her ankle. Another struck quickly and wrapped around her thigh while another coiled around her torso and squeezed, forcing her to cough. The Kraken emerged slowly, its immense form unfurling like a strange nightmare come to life. It was the color of the shadows around it and yet not, the opacity of its form seeming to flicker in and out as if it were having a difficult time remaining in its present state. Tentacles longer than ships and thicker than cypress trees writhed around her, their surfaces covered in scars and bioluminescent patterns. “Who…are…you?” the behemoth asked, its voice making Vera’s bones rattle. “Vera, Herald of Cynaris and Savior of Astralbion,” she replied with a prideful tilt of her chin. “And you’re the problem making the merfolk disappear.” “My kind were hunted to extinction,” the Kraken told her, the edge of its anger making her teeth ache, “and their God sealed me away to starve. Now, I feast on them as they once feasted on us.” It chuckled, the echo of it reminding Vera of underground volcanos erupting. “Just like I will feast on you.” “I’d rather not be eaten,” Vera quipped, “at least not in the way you’re imagining.” The massive eye of the Kraken squinted at her, confused.

November 18th—
Krakens are kinda cool and I didn't appreciate them until I had to write about them. Tee hee.

✏️ 【 Word Count: 27,440 / 50,000 】
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The one who had raised their hand to knock on her door was lean with little muscle definition, short, quaffed seafoam green hair, and sharp, masculine features. His partner was a lithe feminine figure, with dark turquoise hair that tumbled in waves down her back, and skin that was dotted with faint, iridescent scales. They glanced at one another, the female holding a quiet worry about her shoulders while the male clenched his jaw with determination. 
Vera smirked to herself, amused and intrigued all at once. Silently, she tumbled off the side of the roof, her graceful descent easily transforming her back into her humanoid figure. She landed without a sound, straightened her Vestments, and walked around the side of the house. 
“Hello?” she called as she approached the steps. 
When both of them spun around to face her, Vera was able to get a better look at both of them. Every inhale they took made the gill slits along their necks tremble and as the woman lifted a hand in hesitant greeting, Vera caught sight of the webbing between her fingers. And while Vera found herself appreciating their beauty—the strange symmetry of their features and the soft, cool tones of their complexions—she could also recognize a flicker of attraction alighting inside her.

Black text on white background which reads: The one who had raised their hand to knock on her door was lean with little muscle definition, short, quaffed seafoam green hair, and sharp, masculine features. His partner was a lithe feminine figure, with dark turquoise hair that tumbled in waves down her back, and skin that was dotted with faint, iridescent scales. They glanced at one another, the female holding a quiet worry about her shoulders while the male clenched his jaw with determination. Vera smirked to herself, amused and intrigued all at once. Silently, she tumbled off the side of the roof, her graceful descent easily transforming her back into her humanoid figure. She landed without a sound, straightened her Vestments, and walked around the side of the house. “Hello?” she called as she approached the steps. When both of them spun around to face her, Vera was able to get a better look at both of them. Every inhale they took made the gill slits along their necks tremble and as the woman lifted a hand in hesitant greeting, Vera caught sight of the webbing between her fingers. And while Vera found herself appreciating their beauty—the strange symmetry of their features and the soft, cool tones of their complexions—she could also recognize a flicker of attraction alighting inside her.

November 17th—

I've never done mermaids before or aquatic humanoids period, so this was an interesting challenge for myself. Hopefully it lands well. 🤞

✏️ 【 Word Count: 24,121 / 50,000 】
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Vera heaved a great sigh, the noise rumbling from her chest like distant thunder. She stretched languidly across the sun-drenched tiles of the Azure Sanctum, her wings shimmering with the iridescence of a thunderstorm at midnight. Her scales, likewise, glinted like precious, dark gemstones in the afternoon light, each one a kaleidoscope of color. 
Even though Vera knew that transforming into her Wyvern form was the most taxing use of her magic, it was an experience she didn’t want to miss out on. After all, there had to be a reason that lizards sunbathed all day. And as she enjoyed the warm haze across her scales, she understood it immediately: it was a moment to relax. She had been so consumed with scouring her library and reading up on Cynaris, that a moment like this where she could just breathe was very rare. 
Her forked tongue flicked lazily from her maw, tasting the crispness of the air, tinged faintly with the salt of a distant sea. Opening one massive eyelid at the sound of wings flapping nearby, she easily spied her companion settling down on the edge of the roof, her head tilting curiously at Vera’s massive form. Thelia gave a low, questioning chirp and Vera snorted in reply before shaking her massive head. 
“Don’t you ever relax, Theia?” Vera rumbled, her voice a low, melodic hum. “You should try this. It’s better than any magic I’ve ever conjured.”

Black text on white background which reads: Vera heaved a great sigh, the noise rumbling from her chest like distant thunder. She stretched languidly across the sun-drenched tiles of the Azure Sanctum, her wings shimmering with the iridescence of a thunderstorm at midnight. Her scales, likewise, glinted like precious, dark gemstones in the afternoon light, each one a kaleidoscope of color. Even though Vera knew that transforming into her Wyvern form was the most taxing use of her magic, it was an experience she didn’t want to miss out on. After all, there had to be a reason that lizards sunbathed all day. And as she enjoyed the warm haze across her scales, she understood it immediately: it was a moment to relax. She had been so consumed with scouring her library and reading up on Cynaris, that a moment like this where she could just breathe was very rare. Her forked tongue flicked lazily from her maw, tasting the crispness of the air, tinged faintly with the salt of a distant sea. Opening one massive eyelid at the sound of wings flapping nearby, she easily spied her companion settling down on the edge of the roof, her head tilting curiously at Vera’s massive form. Thelia gave a low, questioning chirp and Vera snorted in reply before shaking her massive head. “Don’t you ever relax, Theia?” Vera rumbled, her voice a low, melodic hum. “You should try this. It’s better than any magic I’ve ever conjured.”

November 16th—

A relaxing day when I began another commission! I love revisiting the worlds that I help create.

✏️ 【 Word Count: 22,795 / 50,000 】
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The poison that was Zaun’s air flooded her lungs with smog and the tang of rusted metal. Ame remained in the shadows of an alleyway, a half-smirk hiking up her scarred lip as her blue-grey eyes wandered over the vial of shimmer in her gloved hand. It pulsed faintly, mimicking a calm heartbeat, so different from the one that galloped in her chest.
“We’re gonna make history,” she whispered, her words slurring as a dribble of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away, unconcerned.
She looked up and frowned at the beautiful, silver-twisted spires that rose into the sky, cutting through what little moonlight reached Zaun. Those Piltover towers mocked her, reminding her of everything she wasn’t and everything she’d lost. Every scar, every bruise, every morning waking up somewhere unfamiliar because she’d mouthed off to the wrong enforcer.
She hated them—their polished stone, intricate gold filigree, and shimmering hex gates that brought a spool of new problems to her life. But her anger burned just as hot for the enforcers that prowled Zaun as if they owned it. They didn’t protect her; they controlled her. Or tried to.
But Ame was a problem solver. It was the one thing she excelled at when her mind was sharp, and her body capable. Months of sneaking into labs, collecting scraps, and perfecting her work had led her here.
The railgun at the edge of the factory district hummed faintly, its energy crackling in the gloom. Its absence of guards—distracted by chaos elsewhere—was the perfect opportunity. Ame crept forward, the smog clinging to her legs like sludge.
Glancing around, she slotted the shimmer vial into the detonator, twisting it into place with a satisfying click. It began to hum, the glow painting her face in streaks of violet. Grinning, she bolted, her heart in her throat.
“Three…two…one…”
The explosion tore through the air, flooding the streets with fire and shattered glass. Smoke rolled into the alley…

Black text on white background which reads: The poison that was Zaun’s air flooded her lungs with smog and the tang of rusted metal. Ame remained in the shadows of an alleyway, a half-smirk hiking up her scarred lip as her blue-grey eyes wandered over the vial of shimmer in her gloved hand. It pulsed faintly, mimicking a calm heartbeat, so different from the one that galloped in her chest. “We’re gonna make history,” she whispered, her words slurring as a dribble of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away, unconcerned. She looked up and frowned at the beautiful, silver-twisted spires that rose into the sky, cutting through what little moonlight reached Zaun. Those Piltover towers mocked her, reminding her of everything she wasn’t and everything she’d lost. Every scar, every bruise, every morning waking up somewhere unfamiliar because she’d mouthed off to the wrong enforcer. She hated them—their polished stone, intricate gold filigree, and shimmering hex gates that brought a spool of new problems to her life. But her anger burned just as hot for the enforcers that prowled Zaun as if they owned it. They didn’t protect her; they controlled her. Or tried to. But Ame was a problem solver. It was the one thing she excelled at when her mind was sharp, and her body capable. Months of sneaking into labs, collecting scraps, and perfecting her work had led her here. The railgun at the edge of the factory district hummed faintly, its energy crackling in the gloom. Its absence of guards—distracted by chaos elsewhere—was the perfect opportunity. Ame crept forward, the smog clinging to her legs like sludge. Glancing around, she slotted the shimmer vial into the detonator, twisting it into place with a satisfying click. It began to hum, the glow painting her face in streaks of violet. Grinning, she bolted, her heart in her throat. “Three…two…one…” The explosion tore through the air, flooding the streets with fire and shattered glass. Smoke rolled into the alley…

I finished #Arcane, Act 2 last night and man, I am a bunch of feelings.

So enjoy a spoiler-free, fan-fiction drabble!

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November 15th—

I didn’t take a screenshot of the docu because I accidentally left it on my work computer. Only completed 1,000 words today, but something is better than nothing.

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“Come Zakarius,” Tsarken mutters after a prolonged beat of silence. “We shall give Lady Tellear her privacy. If I have learned anything by being around these Mortalists, it is their penchant for wanting to be clean and their insistence on privacy when they do it.” 
	He turns around and ambles out of my bedroom, Zakarius half a step behind him. And when he gets to the door, he pauses and glances over his shoulder at me, his good eye staring at me with the same intensity he had when he chased me through the woods and pinned me to the ground. 
	“It’s okay if it isn’t fear, Visaria,” he whispers before closing the door behind him.

Black text on white background which reads: “Come Zakarius,” Tsarken mutters after a prolonged beat of silence. “We shall give Lady Tellear her privacy. If I have learned anything by being around these Mortalists, it is their penchant for wanting to be clean and their insistence on privacy when they do it.” He turns around and ambles out of my bedroom, Zakarius half a step behind him. And when he gets to the door, he pauses and glances over his shoulder at me, his good eye staring at me with the same intensity he had when he chased me through the woods and pinned me to the ground. “It’s okay if it isn’t fear, Visaria,” he whispers before closing the door behind him.

November 14th—
Another 2k down! But this damn thing has started to deviate from my outline and now I squint at these characters every time I write. *grumbles*

✏️ [ Word Count: 20,382 / 50,000 ]
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What I Say:
"You know, I don't really care for slow burn romances..."

What I Write:

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Like staring down a long dark tunnel and longing for the light at the end of it, so too did Whyvern see the end of this insatiable hunger finally being satisfied. Sweat beaded her brow and upper lip while her hips picked up a fast cadence that the slime easily matched and magic exploded out of her pores with every gasp and groan. It made the air around her hazy with the same color-shifting phenom that she had imbued the slime with; an oil slick of dark blue, black, and gold misting the air around her until she was coated in a thin film.

Black text on white background which reads: Like staring down a long dark tunnel and longing for the light at the end of it, so too did Whyvern see the end of this insatiable hunger finally being satisfied. Sweat beaded her brow and upper lip while her hips picked up a fast cadence that the slime easily matched and magic exploded out of her pores with every gasp and groan. It made the air around her hazy with the same color-shifting phenom that she had imbued the slime with; an oil slick of dark blue, black, and gold misting the air around her until she was coated in a thin film.

November 13th—
I PULLED A DOUBLE LAST NIGHT AND STILL WROTE 5K WORDS. TURN UP!!

...with coffee. someone turn up with some coffee and a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. please.

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November 11th—
I promise I did write for the 9th and 10th, but this weekend was so busy, I has no screen cap. But yay, breaking 10k words at least!

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The tips of her nails gently wandered across the top of her right breast and then down the outer side, her hand cupping it and smoothing her thumb across the pink nipple. She wasn’t exactly sure why she gasped when it tightened, but the thrill that shot through her was…an interesting feeling. She began to nibble on her bottom lip while her fingers continued down her body to explore more. They drifted almost lazily across the planes of her stomach, her left arm falling to the wayside as she poked at her belly button. A smile stole across her face, childish in its amusement at the elasticity of her skin. And she felt more alive and at home in this skin than she ever had before.
        	Her tongue pressed up against the roof of her mouth as her hand descended lower, beneath her belly button to the top of her mound. Hairless and smooth, but with her legs crossed as they were, she couldn’t explore the way she wanted to—
        	“Wait, wait, wait,” she whispered to herself while shaking her head and yanking her hand away from her genitals. “What the hell is going on? Why am I feeling like this?”

Black text on white background which reads: The tips of her nails gently wandered across the top of her right breast and then down the outer side, her hand cupping it and smoothing her thumb across the pink nipple. She wasn’t exactly sure why she gasped when it tightened, but the thrill that shot through her was…an interesting feeling. She began to nibble on her bottom lip while her fingers continued down her body to explore more. They drifted almost lazily across the planes of her stomach, her left arm falling to the wayside as she poked at her belly button. A smile stole across her face, childish in its amusement at the elasticity of her skin. And she felt more alive and at home in this skin than she ever had before. Her tongue pressed up against the roof of her mouth as her hand descended lower, beneath her belly button to the top of her mound. Hairless and smooth, but with her legs crossed as they were, she couldn’t explore the way she wanted to— “Wait, wait, wait,” she whispered to herself while shaking her head and yanking her hand away from her genitals. “What the hell is going on? Why am I feeling like this?”

November 8th—
There's something fun about writing about someone exploring their sexuality for the first time.

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