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A 'No Thoughts, Head Empty, Words on Paper' kind of writer. || OC Tag: #Spadeverse || She/Her|| Cherokee/Scots Irish || icon by millastaria || banner by ajisai|| https://celticxpanda.carrd.co/ || patreon.com/celticxpanda
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Cyberpunk dystopia, my beloathed. I must suffer through you for the sake of solarpunk, my beloved
“Don’t let management hear you say that,” another scientist, a young man with a face that was more freckles than not, said. “Jenna got dragged in for ‘re-education’ after one of the C-suites caught her.” “Re-education isn’t a thing, Carter,” Erin scolded him. Carter looked at her suspiciously. “You haven’t seen Jenna since it happened. I haven’t seen a smile that fake since my cousin hooked up with a night puppet.” Erin tried not to make a face at that. There was nothing inherently wrong with seeking gratification with a robotic companion. In a lot of ways, it was safer than seeking out a human worker. But something about the whole concept felt…off to her. Maybe she’d just seen one too many dumped in the alleys after they’d been used too roughly. The unblinking eyes staring at her made her shiver every time. “I’m sure she’s fine,” Erin muttered, the only response she could think to give. Patricia eyed her in a way Erin couldn’t quite read the intention of. “Best just to focus on your own ass,” the older woman advised the two of them. “Save yourself the stress.” Erin and Carter nodded silently. Patricia sighed one more time. “Get to work,” she grumbled.
December 6, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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Didn’t know which one to pick ‘cause the vibes are so different lmao

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Erin awoke to the distinct sense that something was wrong. Her room was dark, daybreak still hours away. Nothing and no one should be up at this hour except the owls and their prey. Erin swallowed thickly as she slipped from the bed, feeling very much like the prey in that scenario, though she had no idea why. The opened her bedroom door as quietly as she could, only to find Jack standing just outside it, looking like he was moments away from opening it himself. “Jack?” she whispered, feeling that aimless dread growing heavier in her stomach. “What’s wrong?” He shushed her, finger to his lips. “Someone’s here.” Erin’s blood stopped cold in her veins. “What?” Instead of an answer, a gun was thrust into her trembling hands. That damn same handgun she’d used to threaten the conman at the bridge. That felt so long ago now. Everything always seemed to feel so far away when she tried to remember it. “Go out the back door,” Jack ordered. “Run to Marley’s. Use the wood for cover.” “What about you?” she demanded. “I’ll be right behind you. I promise.” She didn’t believe him. “Jack!” Warm lips pressed against hers, so brief that Erin almost wondered if she’d imagined it. “Go!” I didn't get to tell you," she whispered. "I said I'd tell you my wish if we made it out alive." Lightning flashed, a bolt striking the earth below like a spear from heaven. Morgan had to flinch away from its brightness. The roll of thunder that followed seemed almost apologetic, cradling her in its sound. She blinked away the spots in her eyes. For a moment, she thought before her was a trick of her eyes, her mind still clearing the burn of the light from her nerves. There, just out of reach, stood Thor. The runic ink was gone from his arms. The rain did not penetrate his clothing, nor did it weigh down his hair, somehow wilder than it had been before. His eyes glowed, electrical sparks in the same shade of blue danced over his shoulders. She lifted her hand to reach for him, taking a single step, but he beat her to it. Strong arms hoisted her up, large hands holding her aloft as if she weighed nothing. For once, she had to lean down to meet his gaze. He held her up as if she were above him. As if she was what he worshipped. When he spoke, thunder rumbled with every syllable. "Tell me, little king." Her hands trembled as she reached up to take hold of his face. His beard was soft, barely a tickle against her fingertips. "I wish you would stay." He surged up to meet her as she fell into him. Their lips met, desperate and wanting and perfect. His taste settled on her tongue, sweeter and headier than the honey wine from the feast. His sparks danced over her fingers and up her arms, sending goosebumps in their wake. Never had a shock felt so sweet. A spark clung to their lips as the broke apart, a bit of Thor's power that refused to let her go. She stared at him, clear sea teal glowing like his lightning bright blue. Their power sang together. Of course it did. He was her knight after all. "Stay," she pleaded, uncertain if the wetness that rolled own her cheeks was rain or her own tears. "Promise me you'll stay."
December 6, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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Had a few choices, went with something more recent

#ArtificialSunflowers #WIPsnips #Writesky
She waited with bated breath, eyes darting back and forth between the screen and the edge of the light where W-044 disappeared into the darkness. It wouldn’t take long to get her water. Unless this placed didn’t have any. It might not. Maybe he had to go to the car. Whatever car he’d used to haul her from the farm to wherever this is. The phone vibrated in her hands, and Erin was suddenly very grateful she kept it on silent. She stared at the screen. Three words stared back at her. ‘On our way.’ She wondered, briefly, how they could know where to go from just a text. But Chae-seo was a genius. Anthony was, too. One of them must have come up with something. ‘How long?’ she sent back. A long moment of waiting. Too long, though the clock didn’t even tick over to the next minute before the reply came through. ‘Soon.’ Erin tipped her head back against the mattress with a stuttering sigh. Vague, but just enough to give her hope. She couldn’t possibly know how soon ‘soon’ was, but Jack hadn’t gotten her this far only to let her down now. She had to believe in him, believe in the others. He and Marley were going to race each other to be the first one through the door with a gun. And Chae-seo would beat them both to the punch with her damn wrench.
December 5, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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Just some world building for my sci-fi romance, gotta deal with the cyberpunk before we get to enjoy the solarpunk uwu #ArtificialSunflowers #WIPsnips
Toby meowed loudly, as if scolding her for foisting the old lady next door onto him. She didn’t know what he was complaining about. Ms. Heydari gave him way more treats than she did. The lights were dim out in the hallway, the rest of the world still just waking up. The sounds of the city were starting to pick up outside as early workers settled into their routines. The smell of biodiesel hit her nose as she exited her high-rise building. She wrinkled her nose, digging into her bag for the rebreather mask that she’d forgotten to put on before leaving the building…again. She inhaled the filtered, eucalyptus-scented air with a sigh of relief. Rebreather properly in place, she hurried down the sidewalk towards the tram station. The faster she got to the lab, the sooner she didn’t have to worry about what was entering her lungs. The Sprawl – as it was affectionately and not-so-affectionally called – was a megalopolis that spanned along must of the eastern seaboard, from what was once known as New York City all the way down to the once-capital of the former United States. Well, technically it was still the capital of the United States, but what the looked like now was very different than what it did before the city was swallowed up by the Sprawl in the penultimate years of the 21st centuries. Erin supposed that’s what happened when war and natural disasters plagued a country after decades of political strife. Or, she would if she gave such things much thought. The tram station was crowded with commuters, as was typical. She gave a nod to an older gentleman in a burgundy suit that she recognized, who offered her a crinkled-eyed smile in return. “Lovely morning,” he said, voice muffled by his own rebreather. “It is,” she agreed beatifically. “What flavor are you breathing today?” “Cinnamon,” he said cheerfully. “Just got a new filter last week, so it’s still fresh. You?”
December 5, 2025 at 5:02 AM
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Today's the last day of November, which means the last day of my annual writing challenge. Thank you for supporting me again this year.

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Generic November Writing Challenge 2025: Day 30 Final word count: 51,312 out of 50,000 “Let’s everyone put the weapons down,” Chae-seo said, calm but uneasy. “We don’t mean anyone any harm,” “We do if he doesn’t stop pointing his gun at Marley,” Anthony said, colder than Erin was used to hearing him be. “Winter,” Erin said sharply. “Don’t point guns at my friends.” Winter stepped back, looking at her with those damn puppy dog eyes again as he lowered his pistol. How he’d managed to go from cold, emotionless assassin to kicked puppy so easily, she didn’t know. And none of the theories that came to mind were pleasant to think about. She could feel Jack’s eyes on her before she even turned to acknowledge him. She wasn’t sure if he was angry with her or just horrified. Maybe both. Probably both. “You named the assassin that tried to kill you?” he shouted. “He asked me to!” Erin shouted back, hissing as she quickly regretted it. Who would have thought shouting would irritated a gunshot wound in your hip. She collapsed back onto the bed. “Besides, I also kiss assassins that were hired to kill me.” He glared at her. She glared back. A huff escaped him, and that was all the warning Erin got before Jack’s lips pressed against hers, sweet and relieved and unconcerned with anyone else in the room. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
November 30, 2025 at 10:06 PM
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-insert pterodactyl screech of victory here-

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screenshot of a trackbear webpage showing a completed 50k in November writing challenge
November 29, 2025 at 9:31 PM
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We're so heckin' close y'all! And happy Turkey Day 🍗

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Generic November Writing Challenge Day 26 Day 25/26 word count: 46,748 out of 50,000 She scrambled down the trellis as fast as she could, ignoring the way the thorny vines nipped at her skin. The sound of another gunshot startled her, sending her flinching away from the trellis. She fell the last five feet, landing hard on the ground below. She wheezed, struggling to catch her breath. Her lungs ached, but she couldn’t sense any other pain. No broken bones, that she could tell. She’d be grateful for it later. For now, she scrambled up onto her feet. She could hear the thumping of the dead-eyed man’s boots against the roof. She bolted for the road, for town. Someone would be able to help her. Someone had to be able to help her. A gunshot rang out behind her, and something whizzed by her head. She bit back a scream, refusing to look over her shoulder. She had to keep running. Looking back would only slow her down. Her lungs burned. Her legs felt like they might melt under her at any second. She cursed her past self for never finding the time to get to a damn gym. The pain hit before the sound of the gunshot reached her ears, radiating out from her hip. Burning. She hadn’t considered a gunshot would burn.
November 27, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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ARTIFICIAL SUNFLOWERS includes:

🪶 A Native American Protagonist
🔫 A Lab-grown Super Soldier Love Interest
🧪 Women in STEM
🫂 Female Friendships
🌿 Cyberpunk to Solarpunk setting
💋 Enemies (?) to Lovers Romance

#WIPPIT #A #SF #R #OWN
A quick guide to Artificial Sunflowers, an adult Sci-fi Romance The pitch, featuring images of a lab, solar panels, and a vintage car Tropes and Themes in Artificial Sunflowers An excerpt from Artificial Sunflowers
November 24, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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Almost 39k with a week to go!

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Generic November Writing Challenge 2025 - Day 23 Day 23 word count: 38,664 out of 50,000 “I’m less worried about her than I am about AY…Anthony,” he admitted. “He’ll think I’m trying to dump all the work on him.” “Are you?” Chae-seo asked, turning away from the sink and grabbing a nearby towel. Chris grinned. “Maybe.” Chae-seo flicked the towel in his direction, the hit only making Chris laugh, his head tipping back and a hand going up to his chest. “Go on,” she challenged, taking on a facsimile of Marley’s barely-hanging-on Southern twang. “Git.” He beat a hasty retreat out the back door, and Erin could hear Anthony hollering at him, though she couldn’t make out the words exactly. Chae-seo huffed, hands on her hips and looking pleased with herself. “You’re so comfortable with each other already,” Erin pointed out, awed but a little uncertain. “He makes it easy,” Chae-seo admitted. “He’s…charming.” Erin nodded slowly. “He said his series was built for espionage. He…he said Jack was pretty enough to be a ‘doll’ like him.” Something crossed Chae-seo’s face. Something Erin couldn’t quite read. “Well,” she said after a time, turning to Erin with a tight smile. “That would explain it.” “Jack doesn’t seem to think he’s here to spy on us,” Erin said quickly, a sense of guilt making itself at home in her ribcage. “No,” Chae-seo agreed. “I didn’t get that sense either. Charming’s just…his default. Probably doesn’t know how to be anything else.” “Charming’s not a bad thing to be.” Chae-seo smiled again, a little more natural this time. “No. It’s not.”
November 23, 2025 at 11:15 PM
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When chemist Erin Raincrow discovers her employer means to use her fertilizer formula to create chemical weapons, she runs away with the super soldier clone that came to kill her to a solarpunk PNW to finish her formula and save the world from starvation.

#WIPPIT #A #SF #R #Spec #OWN #FBW
A moodboard for Artificial Sunflowers including images of the Oregon Coast, a futuristic city, and soldiers. Text describes various tropes and themes including solarpunk, scifi romance, and good is not soft (unless it's for you)
November 23, 2025 at 9:03 PM
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-ahem- FIRST KISS! FIRST KISS! FIRST KISS

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Generic November Writing Challenge: Day 21 Day 21 word count: 35,025 out of 50.000 “You were a soldier,” she said firmly. “Thrust into a situation that you had no say in. You did the same horrible things that any other man would have done in the same situation. I know the stories of war. I know what horrible things my ancestors have done and have had done to them in turn. I am Cherokee. I am Irish. My family knows hunger two-fold. The trauma still lives in the building blocks that made me. I…” She let out a shaky breath. “I know I was naïve. I know I should have known that greedy men will do what greedy men have always done and aimed for suffering because saving people doesn’t turn a profit. But I’m not so stupid that I don’t understand that you have blood on your hands. That doesn’t make them any less worthy of holding me, if I that’s what I want from them.” “Is it?” he asked, voice small and trembling. There was no soldier here, only a man who had never been touched with gentleness. “What you want, I mean.” “If that’s still a question in your mind, then clearly I haven’t kissed you enough.”
November 22, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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Hit 30k today! 🥳 We're getting heckin' close!

The boy is yearning, y'all.

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Generic November Writing Challenge 2025: Day 18 Day 18 word count: 30,055 out of 50,000 “We’ll find another way,” he promised her. “We’ll talk to Chae-seo. Maybe her contacts at the university can get you the raw chemicals.” She shook her head. “The raw ingredients are too dangerous to have in such a small space. That’s why TC had me use Universal Component in the first place.” She gave him a wry smile. “They were trying to use my formulas to make weapons, after all.” “Dammit, sunshine, we can’t just give up!” Jack insisted. “Not after all you went through to make sure they couldn’t do that!” Erin let out a soft sigh through her nose. “I guess I’ll just have to be content with the fact they don’t have any of my formulas at all.” “Yeah, but…” Jack hesitated, frustration evident in the pinch of his brows. His next words came out raw and breathy. “Fuck, sunshine. You were gonna save the world.” Her breath hitched, the hopelessness of it all hitting her in the chest like a wave. Tears spilled over her cheeks once more, hot and wet and thicker than before. Her vision blurred, but it didn’t matter once she buried her face in Jack’s broad, warm chest.
November 19, 2025 at 2:54 AM
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Been a few days since I've updated y'all but I'm still chugging along!

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GeNoWriCha 2025 - Day 17 Day 17 word count: 28,032 out of 50,000 Erin couldn’t believe this. There wasn’t anything at all between them. Technically, she was his kidnapping victim, whisked away from everything she’d ever known because he’d popped up into her life to screw everything up. If he’d never been hired, she’d be home, working on her formula and cuddling with her cat. But he had been hired. And instead of killing her like he was hired to do, he saved her from what might have been a worse fate at the hands of Trance Corp. He kept her work from being twisted into something that could only be called evil. And he stuck around because…he felt responsible for her, she supposed. Or maybe he felt guilty. Not just for what was happening with her, but for all of the things he’d done since being spat out of a test tube and onto a battlefield. He was probably just keeping her alive as some kind of penitence. But, if that was the case, why would he hold her so sweetly after her nightmare? Erin pushed the thought away quickly, but not before it managed to make her chest ache with something she didn’t want to name. Because naming something gave it power. Naming something made it linger. She glanced over her shoulder at Jack, watching as his pout shifted into a soft smile when he caught her looking. It was too late. Even without a name, that feeling was going to make itself at home in the spaces between her ribs, honey sweet and sticky. She was royally and utterly fucked.
November 18, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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I refuse to wait 40k before my love interests kiss this time...probably

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Generic November Writing Challenge Day 13 GeNoWriCha 2025 Day 13 word count: 22,158 out of 50,000 Erin said nothing, scouring the cabinets for the illusive coffeemaker. She made a rather embarrassing noise of triumph when she found it, hauling it up from below the counter. It was a fancy thing, with a built-in bean grinder and milk steamer and all the other bells and whistles. Jack looked at it like it was a bomb he’d have to defuse. “Don’t worry,” Erin assured him, chest puffed out in confidence. “I used to work at the campus coffee shop as an undergrad.” “And yet you abided by the swill Trance Corp fed you?” Jack teased. “Good coffee takes time, which I never had working for TC,” Erin said. That was something she hadn’t really wanted to admit to herself before. She’d had so little time for any of the small joys in life. And now, even on the run, it felt like she had all the time in the world. It felt like she was almost required to take that time for the joys TC had denied her. Good coffee, fresh air, people who sold her onions at a discount because they thought she was pretty. “Well…” Two large, warm hands settled on her hips. She blinked, almost startled. When had he gotten so close? She could feel his breath on her cheek. Her eyes couldn’t look away from his, counting every speck of green in the hazel. “Now you have plenty. Yeah?” Her voice was little more than a breath. “Yeah…”
November 14, 2025 at 2:47 AM
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If only I could have a beefy super soldier love interest hold me after my nightmares u_u (I hit 20k today!)

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GeNoWriCha 2025 - Day 12 GeNoWriCha 2025 - Day 12 word count: 20,510 out of 50,000 New hands – large and warm and rough in texture but gentle in touch – wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her up and out of the bed linens. They pulled her into flesh – hot like a furnace and somehow both soft and hard under her fingertips – and held her. “It’s alright,” a deep voice murmured into her ear. “It’s alright, sunshine. I’ve got you. No one’s going to hurt you. I promise.” Erin blinked away sleep and tears, finding herself in that small, newly familiar room. Right. The cottage. They’d made it to the safe place. The place where they could hide and no one would find them. “Jack?” she whispered, voice raspy. She must have been screaming in her sleep. Guilt bit at her. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to…” Jack shushed her, one of his hands coming up to her hair, running those callous-rough fingers through it. “Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for.”
November 13, 2025 at 2:38 AM
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Forgot to update yesterday but I've still gotten writing done :3

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GeNoWriCha Day 10 word count: 19,013 out of 50,000 “Are we safe?” she asked. “Not until we get past the bay,” he admitted. “But we’re out of that specific danger zone, yeah.” Erin nodded, bringing the seat back into its upright position. “How much longer until we’re…” She trailed off, knowing what the answer to that question would actually be. “We’re safe?” Jack finished the question for her. “Yeah.” Jack’s jaw worked, like he was trying to come up with a pretty lie to tell her. “Honestly, sunshine, I don’t know if we ever will be.” Erin let out a tiny, bitter breath of a laugh. “That’s what I thought you’d say.” “It’ll be better,” he told her, voice firm and reassuring. Then, again, like he was trying to reassure himself instead. “It’ll be better.”
November 11, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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When chemist Erin Raincrow discovers her employer means to use her fertilizer formula to create chemical weapons, she runs away with the super soldier clone that came to kill her to a solarpunk PNW to finish her formula to save the world from starvation.

#HopePit #WIP #A #Solarpunk
a moodboard for Artificial Sunflowers including images of the Pacific Northwest, laboratories, and soldiers, along with relevant tropes and genre information like 'solarpunk', 'scifi romance' and 'enemies (?) to lovers'
November 9, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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Didn't manage to get much done yesterday, but I managed to pick up the slack today!

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November 8, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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Happy Birthday! I offer up my honey witch as tribute
Reference sheet of a honey-themed witch character Black and white bust of a honey-themed witch character Chibi bust of a honey-themed witch character Chibi art of a honey-themed witch character
November 8, 2025 at 12:58 PM
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Pretty sure you did these in 2022? Maybe 2021 or 2023? It’s the oldest art I have from you 💙
Art of a white haired girl surrounded by books and pillows Same art as previous, but the character is wearing glasses
November 7, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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Finally, after 20-odd years, I have written the 'there's only one bed' trope -insert elmo fire meme here-

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Day 6 of Generic November Writing Month 2025 Current Word Count: 13,611 out of 50,000 “You’re not sleeping on the damn floor!” she shouted, forgetting where they were. She clamped her mouth shut, waiting for complaints or disgruntled pounding against the walls. When nothing came, she inhaled deeply and spoke again. “I’m not about to take a whole ass king bed to myself while you sleep on the dirty hotel floor.” J-097 opened his mouth to argue. “Don’t fight me on that, soldier. There are seven floors in this damn building there’s no way they deep clean every room after use.” J-097 closed his mouth. “Get in bed,” Erin ordered gently. “Please.” J-097 exhaled loudly through his nose, rubbing at his face. “Yeah,” he said, barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, alright.” Erin slipped under the covers as J-097 picked himself and his pillow up from the floor. She’d been correct. There was plenty of space for the two of them. The space between them felt cavernous, especially compared to the car. Erin hadn’t realized how used she’d gotten to feeling his body heat along her arm until there was space between them. She almost – almost – wanted to ask him to come closer, to share his warmth with her. She bit that feeling back, swallowing it down. It left her stomach churning. “Good night,” she murmured as he reached up to turn off the light. He paused, his hazel eyes meeting hers. She watched his throat bob. “Good night.”
November 7, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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Day 5 means back to work, but still a solid 1500 words added to my project!

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Generic November Writing Month day 5 graphic Generic November Writing Challenge Day 5 word count: 12,095 out of 50,000 “I know, I know,” he murmured, words gentle even though it couldn’t make up for what his hands were doing. “We’re almost there.” She felt him tug the chip free, grateful for its smooth edges. The pain didn’t stop, but it did fade, at least until he pressed the gauze against the open wound. She whimpered into the washcloth again. “You did good, sunshine,” he told her. “You did so good. Didn’t scream once.” “Are you…” She swallowed thickly. “Are you sure I won’t need a suture or anything?” “Shouldn’t,” he said, lifting the gauze to check the incision. “I got some butterfly bandages. Should work well enough.” He busied himself with dressing her wound, and Erin made herself busy with watching him. His fingers were rough with work and hardship, but gentle. So much about him was surprisingly gentle, soft almost. “Were you a medic unit?” she asked quietly. “Is that what the J series were?” He seemed to hesitate then, hand lingering as he made a loop of gauze around her palm. “No. No, J series units were regular infantrymen.” “Oh.” She felt a little silly for asking. “You’re very good at it.”
November 6, 2025 at 2:30 AM
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🌿 Share your OC and a plant you associate with them 🌿

Morgan and Oak trees!

🎨 - wyrm on vgen
a chibi art of a young woman with red hair holding a black and gold sword photograph of a large oak tree
November 5, 2025 at 2:51 AM
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Hit my 20% mark a few days early! This is why I take these early days off to write, since I know I won't always be able to make big updates.

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GeNoWriCha 2025 day 4 update graphic GeNoWriCha 2025 Day 4 word count: 10.500 out of 50,000 “J-097.” She froze with the can halfway to her mouth for a second sip. “I’m sorry?” “J-097,” he repeated. “That was my designation. Clone model J, iteration ninety-seven.” Erin’s jaw went slack, but her hands went tight, denting the can and sloshing some of the coffee out onto her skirt. She couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. “You’re a Minuteman.” Minutemen – Erin was fairly certain their official name were ‘Artificial Combat Units,’ but no one called them that outside of government officials and the military contractors that made them – were introduced during the early years of the War as a solution to the many large, loud protests against the potential drafting of civilians. No need for a draft when you could grow a platoon of soldiers in a matter of months, training preprogrammed into their brains and everything. It was a miracle of modern science. The program was decommissioned after the Treaty of Boston was signed at the end of the War. No one asked what happened to the clones that remained. Erin supposed she was finding out.
November 5, 2025 at 1:41 AM
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Managed a big ol' writing day! Patreon supporters basically get a whole chapter today as a result! Hopefully I have just as good of a day tomorrow too!

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GeNoWriCha 2025 - day 3 counter graphic GeNoWriCha Day 3 word count: 7,080 out of 50,000 “What can I tell you, my dear?” Tim sighed like he was speaking to a toddler. “Trance Corp doesn’t produce failures, just steppingstones to success. Just because you don’t like what we sell doesn’t mean it’s not profitable.” She inhaled deeply, lowering the gun. “You’re right…” Tim’s smile returned. How had she never noticed it didn’t reach his eyes? “I knew you’d underst—” Erin fired two shots into Tim’s thighs, glaring down at him as he collapsed screaming to the floor. “I don’t like what you’re selling.”
November 4, 2025 at 12:01 AM