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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them)
@shaneblackheart.com
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Author of dark LGBTQ+ speculative fiction & poetry. Artist. 30s. Agender trans masc (they/them). Plural. AuDHD. ♿️ Disabled.

Website: https://shaneblackheart.com
Erotic & romantic shorts about healing ❤️‍🔥: https://coffinofconfections.substack.com
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Yep.
There were some kiddie rides that tickled something within me, and I managed to squeeze into a small yellow car. My knees were squished up to my chest, and it was a painful realization that I was, indeed, not getting any younger. Sure, your thirties weren’t technically old yet, but I’d found a single gray hair the other day and wanted no part of it. I’d ripped the strand from my head and grabbed my candle lighter, and then watched as it shriveled up. Did it really happen if it no longer existed? No, it did not. Gray hair? What gray hair?
February 12, 2026 at 10:44 PM
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Gods, help me. I am losing my mind in the best way with this story. We now have slapstick comedy among all the Deadpool-esque humor.
“Do I have to coax you out again?” I teased the environment. “Because I’m very good at that.” When I was met with nothing once more, I grew frustrated. That couldn’t have been it. I knew I could progress if I wanted to. I could change things. So why wasn’t it working then? “Fuck,” I breathed tiredly. “Well, I guess I’m figuring this one out on my own.” I turned abruptly and immediately regretted it. My head banged full on into an open door, and I stumbled back as I froze for a minute to scream internally as my forehead throbbed. The dull thud echoed throughout the room as if the environment was smirking in its own little way. When the nervous system crisis calmed back down, I looked at the door to see that a wall had formed, jutting out of one to my right. There was nothing on the other side of it, other than the part of the room I’d already traversed.
February 12, 2026 at 9:59 PM
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Oh, I have got some fun ones for this 👀
From my totally unhinged and comedic story I've affectionately called: 'Brat in the Backrooms (gods help the monsters).'
#WIPSnips
The growling returned, but softer that time. I smiled as I wandered through the maze. “Don’t you get bored driving people insane?” I asked as I put my hands in my pockets. “Why not have a little fun sometimes?” I chuckled. “I mean, my pants are already damp, so I’m halfway to a good time.” The growling faltered, and shuffling could be heard in the near distance. I stopped walking as an old spark of fear lit up in my chest, but it quickly fizzled. Something sounded different. The monster’s growl… it seemed uncertain. I could feel it in the air, something had definitely changed since I’d last been there. And then it hit me. Maybe the Backrooms were only ever an existential threat because they fed off of the energy of the souls who wandered into them. If I changed the vibe… I smirked. Oh, I was onto something.
February 11, 2026 at 7:35 PM
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I tried to go on a walk but POTS said 'lol no,' so I took tired pictures in the mirror instead 🖤
Photo of me, a white nonbinary androgynous person. I have long brown hair and am wearing large black square glasses, several silver necklaces, a tattoo choker, and a wide neck black sweater that says 'you, me, oui' and black ripped skinny jeans. I'm in my bedroom and have my head tilted slightly with one hand in my pocket.
February 10, 2026 at 11:20 PM
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4/4
She pulsed around my fingers as I kept them buried deep inside, flexing them rapidly as she squirmed. It wasn’t long before the merman also approached his limit, and he drove deep as he came inside me. My cries mixed with the alien sounds of the merfolk as the water around us felt more like a warm bath than a swimming pool. All three of us slowly came down, and I watched curiously as the mermaid’s gills fluttered with her breathlessness. The merman slipped out of me but held on so I didn’t fall under. I smiled lazily as I turned to look at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Note to self; get a ribbed dildo as soon as I get out of here. Preferably merman-shaped.” He just stared back at me with that dark gaze, the shimmering glow of the water reflecting off of his eyes. It was strangely beautiful in its own way, and I began to miss the both of them already. I couldn’t stay there though, as much as I’d have loved to recover and go for another round later. And then, I remembered my phone that had gone silent. “Hope you’re not camera shy,” I teased as I slipped out of his arms and walked over to the pool steps. They both floated side by side as they watched me curiously, and I quickly grabbed my phone to point at them. After opening the camera, I decided against the flash. The glow in the water was good enough. I snapped a few pictures and smiled as I previewed them. At least I could have the memories, if the pictures remained on my phone after escaping. I’d never had a charged phone with me in the Backrooms before, nor had I ever bothered to take any pictures. Back then, I was too fucked up and focused on surviving. Now, I was thriving. I truly hoped the pictures wouldn’t glitch or something the moment I came back to reality.
February 9, 2026 at 8:22 PM
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I grabbed the hem of my jeans and slowly worked them down, my underwear going with them. When they were finally off, the mermaid dived back underwater to where she’d been before. A rush of desire shot south as her hand cupped over my sex, and her fingers moved to explore. She probably had no idea what to do with a— My breath hitched as her fingers slipped inside, and her long tongue flicked out to circle my bud. “Oh, gods,” I breathed. Something poked against my side and I glanced over to see that a light blue blush had speckled across the merman’s pale chest, and when I looked down, a ribbed, pink phallus had slipped out of an opening in his shark body’s abdomen. Oh, fuck yes. I moaned as the mermaid devoured me below, thankfully being careful with her teeth. I reached down to wrap my hand around the merman’s arousal, and a clicking sigh escaped his throat as his eyes lowered. “Like that, shark boy?” I teased. The mermaid resurfaced and smoothed her hands over my body, clearly eager for some attention too. I looked over at her, and I dipped my head down to kiss her breast. My tongue slipped over her nipple as I opened my mouth against her, and my free hand slid down her body to find an opening that was slick with thick lubrication. I slipped my fingers inside, hoping that was the right move. As the merman made more strange sounds of pleasure while I worked my hand on him, the mermaid joined in as I pumped my fingers. Her body wasn’t hot as I’d thought it might be, but it was certainly swollen with desire. I pulled back from her breast as the merman guided me into a kiss, his hand slipping down to tease between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as my hips rocked gently, and my fingers dug deeper into the mermaid’s slit as my body throbbed with lust. She grasped my shoulder and chest, throwing her head back as her clicking sounds of desire rose above the swishing water. I pulled back from the merman and bit his lip. “You know how to use that thing, right?” I said with a smile. His gills flexed as he breathed, and he turned me so my back was facing him. I moaned as I pressed against him, and he guided my hips over him. I looked forward at the mermaid, and she kissed me as he slid deep inside. I held onto her shoulders as I moaned into her mouth, but she pulled away only to float on her back with her tail slipping down along my chest. Her swollen slit came close to my face, and I grabbed her hips before burying my tongue inside it. Like delicious, wet sushi with chlorine aftertaste. I knew I’d never get that flavor out of my mouth, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t think straight anymore. I hummed into her as the merman’s ribbed cock introduced me to new sensations that would surely make me come from that alone. I didn’t think I’d ever had a vaginal orgasm before, but I was absolutely about to find out what that was like. The warning crept up on me as I devoured the mermaid, and I stopped as I gasped. The water sloshed violently around us as the merman thrust hard and deep inside as he held onto me, and soon, a blissful orgasm bloomed and crashed over me. My cries echoed off the walls as he continued, that ribbed sensation bringing me a new high. I slipped my fingers back into the mermaid’s slit as she lowered into the water again, and I held onto her shoulders as we kissed. I pumped my fingers fast, curling them inside her as she made her unique little alien sounds of pleasure against my lips. Eventually, she squealed in a way that sounded like a dolphin, and her slit clenched.
February 9, 2026 at 8:22 PM
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The merman grabbed my jaw and turned my head to look into his inhuman stare, and his face came close to mine. I smiled as his fingers slipped into my mouth and gently tugged it open. My mouth filled with the taste of chlorine and raw fish as I slipped my tongue around the digits. The mermaid’s hands explored the hem of my jeans before she wrapped her arms around my waist, and I gasped as the fingers were jerked from my mouth and the merman also latched on. My body sank as I was dragged underwater, and I quickly held my breath. Fuck. Had things taken a turn for the worst? Had I gotten too cocky and misread the entire situation? Was that it? No. No, it wasn’t. If I could change things in the previous environment, I could change them there. My lungs burned as I approached my limit. I had to breathe soon, but the merfolk clung to me like they’d found a precious treasure. The water warmed around me as my body prepared to gasp, and I was quickly lifted. As my head crashed through the surface, I gasped and took a moment to reorient myself. I brushed my hair back and adjusted my glasses to see that the merfolk were on either side of me, their hands back on my body as they stared silently. Were they concerned? Maybe they hadn’t meant to hurt me at all. “Yeah, I’m not a fish.” I pointed to my neck as I caught my breath. “No gills, babes.” The mermaid turned my head and my eyes widened as her lips pressed to mine. She coaxed my mouth open and breathed, and I grew dizzy as my heart pounded. I didn’t need CPR, but I wasn’t complaining either. When she went to pull back, I followed and drew her into an open-mouthed kiss. As she responded in kind, the water around us grew pleasantly warmer as the environment responded favorably again. I smiled into the kiss as her hands rested at the sides of my face, and my mouth filled with the taste of her. The merman pressed against me from the other side, and I slipped my arm around his waist as the mermaid refused to let me surface for breath. If I was going to be left drowning in something, that was certainly the better option — raw fish and chlorine flavor included. My breath quivered as I finally pulled back, and the merman turned my face to capture my lips, leaving me little time to recover. I hummed pleasantly into his mouth as the mermaid’s claws explored my body, one hand slipping low down my front as if searching for something. I then realized; did they… did they have genitalia? Surely they did, but was it… freaky? I pulled back and looked down as the mermaid ducked underwater. Her head came close to my waist, and I bit my lip as she observed me. “Not familiar with clothes, huh?” I said in a low tone as I grew aroused. The merman grabbed my shirt as he yanked it off, and I laughed as the mermaid fumbled with the button on my pants. Her claws struggled as she fought with it, and I reached down to help her out. Once they were open, she tugged, nearly dragging me back down as they clung to my body in the water. “Whoa, hold on!” I yelled as I grabbed onto the merman, who latched onto me in return. “Jeans do not mix with water.” She resurfaced and tilted her head slightly, just staring with those unblinking eyes. I regretted, just for the moment, my choice in skintight jeans, but I’d make it work. There was no way I was missing an opportunity like that.
February 9, 2026 at 8:22 PM
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Alright, I'm going to post the entire pool rooms scene here with the merfolk in a thread of screenshots. So if you want to read the somewhat hilarious and very NSFW erotica scene, be warned that in includes sex with shark merfolk 🔞

Music involved in the scene: youtu.be/MJLBczzLMfI?...

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My boots squeaked against the wet white tiles. Glistening water swayed in glowing arcs reflected off of the white porcelain walls, and a faint blue light emitted from the giant pool before me. The room was nearly dark, save for that ethereal glow. I huffed a laugh. At least there was mood lighting that time. I flipped through my phone and pressed play on Taste by Ari Abdul, and then set my phone on a nearby white pool chair after turning it up. As I started to disrobe, I stopped with my sweater pulled up to my chest. My eyes narrowed curiously and I slowly approached the water. Something had swum by, I was sure of it. ‘I don’t remember there being any entities in the pool rooms,’ I thought as I approached the edge. I crouched low and leaned forward slightly, brushing my fingers just across the surface. The gentle sound of swaying water was disrupted as the flow was disturbed, and a swishing sound from deep beneath the surface rippled out. I fell back on my ass in my attempt to climb to my feet, and I stared as the water rippled again. Yeah, something was definitely down there. “Well, shit. I shouldn’t be surprised.” I sighed as I held my hand over my pounding heart. What in the hell was was I so afraid of? If the last area was any indication, I had as much control over the environment as I wanted. Whatever was under the water was probably just as harmless as the ghostly entity had been. Well, it was harmless for me, anyway. I gathered my composure and climbed to my feet with a grin. “Alright, then. Let’s see what you are. Come on out.” The water swayed more violently that time, and not one, but two figures swam closer. My smile grew as they finally surfaced. Two shark merfolk stared at me through black eyes that reflected the light. One appeared to be male while the other was female, and they both had sharp teeth that trailed back to their jaw hinge. Gills flexed in their pale necks, and their hands were webbed with black claws. The male had short, messy dark gray hair while the woman’s was much longer with a few wet strands clinging to her cheek. Both came to the water’s edge and clung to the rim of the pool, their dark blue and white shark tail halves swaying gently. They were otherwise nude with pale human skin from the waist up. They simply stared at me with a primal, unblinking gaze not unlike the entity in the mirror. A smirk slowly crawled across my face. Oh, hell yes. I approached the steps and kicked my boots off. I considered removing my clothes, but smelling like chlorine over wet carpet and sweat was the better end of the deal. “So, mind if I join you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. The merfolk moved back to give me room to enter the pool, and I slowly walked onto the first step. Odd, the water wasn’t as cold as I thought it’d be, but it wasn’t warm either. I continued slowly as I sank farther, and once my feet hit the bottom, the water had come up to my chest. A sound of surprise left me and I watched as the merfolk began to circle me. “I hope if you’re planning to eat me, it’s in the very sexy and pleasant way and not the murdery way.” I turned to see the shark mermaid rising up close to me, her clawed hands sliding up my legs to my waist as she surfaced. I bit my lip as the merman surfaced on my other side, his hands also getting curious as they slid across my stomach and back. Even though I’d just been fucked beautifully against a mirror, that little spark that never truly went out brightened low in my stomach. I bit my lip as the mermaid stared into my eyes and explored my faced with her claws. “You know, I think I’m in the mood for some seafood right about now.”
February 9, 2026 at 8:22 PM
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Found an awesome shirt at the store today for super cheap, and its cut is part of why I love it. I usually don't dare wearing crop tops because I'm not quite where I want to be in my weight loss journey yet, but I'm getting there. The shirt also just emphasizes androgyny which I'm all about 😌🖤
Black and white photo of me, a white, androgynous nonbinary person with long dark hair and a flat chest. I'm wearing large square black glasses and have a septum piercing and lip piercing. I'm wearing several silver necklaces and a tattoo choker. My shirt is a black cropped tank top with a high neck and low sides, form-fitting. I'm looking up into the camera with my hand on my waist.
February 9, 2026 at 7:15 PM
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Sometimes healing looks like writing a Backrooms comedy with a brat persona that ends up pretty steamy, but in the weirdest and most hilarious way. (Snippets are SFW)

You do not unleash the Backrooms on the brat. You unleash the brat on the Backrooms 😌
“Hey, big boy,” I teased. “I’m right here. Not running. Just a helpless soul open for attack.” I furrowed my brow as the next growl reverberated. It sounded more like a house creaking in a storm. The shuffling resembled something large shifting across carpet… My pulse quickened and I sat forward as I looked around. Whatever was out there, it had to be huge. I wanted to hold onto the hope that I could affect the environment around me, but the more the growling became creaking, the more I feared I’d completely misunderstood what was watching me. I was certain I’d felt a shift in the atmosphere, though. Something less threatening — something more curious than murderous. “Hey, I’m just having some fun,” I said as I swallowed down the anxiety. I stood from the chair and stepped forward, my phone still in my hand. My head jerked up as the lights flickered. And then I saw it; one of the walls rippled ever so slightly. Was the place itself alive? “Holy shit,” I mumbled as I spun around. Another deep creak came from behind me, and I noticed the dead end had moved closer. Yeah, the place was definitely alive, and I was being watched by something on a cosmic scale. I tried to calm my racing heart. It still didn’t feel threatening, there was no sense of danger in the air. It was terrifying, of course, but my theory of being connected with the environment was proving to be true; I could sense that I wasn’t in danger. It truly did answer to the psyche of the person who was present. I noticed a mirror had formed on the wall beside me, and I approached it after slipping my phone back into my pocket. It was made of intricate silver and full-body in length. When I touched the surface, it felt oddly warm. The air had grown a bit warmer too, and when the lights flickered again, my reflection had gone out of sync with my body. “Whoa, that’s trippy as hell.” I stared at my own face, but it reflected an expression of curiosity that was somewhat primal. Its eyes looked me up and down slowly as if sizing me up, and when I moved my arm, its own movement that mirrored mine lagged a few seconds behind. Was it sizing me up? I cleared my throat and put on a grin as I put my hands on my hips. “Getting an eyeful? Be careful how you stare, I might think you’re coming onto me.” The confidence was feigned, but I wasn’t about to show it that I was nervous. It didn’t look like it was sizing me up for an attack anyway, so it was probably safe to screw around. Probably.
February 8, 2026 at 1:21 AM
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I don't usually post stuff like this on main, but I was feeling really good about myself that night and honestly, fuck it, I'm gonna celebrate the moments where I actually feel good in my body because I've spent years hating it. So yeah, unapologetically sharing this one 😌 💖
A close-up photograph of me, a white nonbinary person, lying in bed. I'm wearing large black glasses and a dark gray tank top with a graphic of a chibi Deadpool on it. I'm also wearing necklaces, one of which has a pentagram charm. I have a septum and lip piercing. I'm wearing black undies and black thigh highs. My expression is a little sultry, looking at the camera.
February 4, 2026 at 9:34 PM
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This feels relevant for me right now, honestly 💜
From Nightdreams:
#WIPSnips
David snapped another picture and held the camera to the side, contemplating something. He ‘tsked’ and shook his head. “You don’t have to hide here, dreamer.” He gestured to the scene around us. “Here, you can be anyone or anything. You can do anything. Anything goes.” He then gestured toward me when I looked at him. “You can be confident if you want. All you have to do is choose to be. It really is just a choice.” My smiled faded. Was it so simple? Could I just choose to be more confident? Could I just choose to not be shy? People around me, including in the dream world, had complimented me lately. Kat thought I was cute, the clerk at the adult store thought I was cute. Even Star had said my video with Kat was hot. And when I looked in the mirror after getting the boots, I felt good. They looked good on me.
February 3, 2026 at 4:15 PM
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Going back to my early 2000s Myspace era 😌 androgynous-style.
A close-up of my face. I'm a white nonbinary person. I have long, dark hair and am wearing black-framed glasses. I have a septum piercing and a lip piercing. I'm also wearing multiple necklaces, including a dark chain choker and a longer, beaded necklace with a small pendant. I'm wearing a dark top. A black and white portrait of me, a white nonbinary person. I'm wearing glasses and a tank top with a chibi Deadpool on it. I have a septum piercing and a lip piercing. I'm wearing several necklaces and rings. I'm holding up my middle finger and looking at the camera, which is from above.
February 2, 2026 at 7:00 PM
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9. From Nightdreams, a WIP I plan to release in the near future. It's a queer erotica about a very real dreamworld. This snippet features the enby MC and their best friend starting to form a queerplatonic relationship 💜
“Well,” Star said while holding out his arms. “If there’s anything I can help with, just let me know.” My ears burned as my mind went somewhere with an interpretation of that it most certainly should not have in any way shape or form. “What… what do you mean?” I said awkwardly and quickly followed with, “Like — like bouncing ideas off each other, you maybe having some advice, etcetera.” I’d stumbled over my words. I hoped it wasn’t awkward. Star glanced off to the side and picked at a fingernail. It was awkward. “Listen...” I started. “That’s fine, too,” Star said off to the side. “I mean, you know, whatever you meant.” My heart leaped into my throat. Was he… cool with doing that with me? “Wait, you’d, uh, help with real-life inspiration?”
January 28, 2026 at 6:55 PM
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8. Another snippet from Ludoviko.
But did they want to risk it not working out? Would they risk the chaos that would follow from him? Roselyn’s heart pounded in their chest. ‘Fuck it.’ They closed their eyes and kissed him before they could think any further, and they were surprised to feel his hand coming up to rest on the side of their face. Their body came alight in a way it never had before. The excitement and the danger mixed together in a way that sent them reeling, and they felt all of the years at once of their longing to be touched romantically, to be truly and wholly desired for who they were.
January 28, 2026 at 6:50 PM
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7. Back to a current WIP, Ludoviko, where I rediscovered my love for violin music.
“Oh, do you know the Devil’s Trill?” they asked. “I think that’s what it’s called.” Ludoviko huffed a laugh. “I know a great many things.” Poising himself to show off, the demi-god positioned the bow, and after a moment of preparation, he began to play. A smile spread across Roselyn’s face as they watched. They’d never seen someone move like that with an instrument before, but they supposed it had just become a part of him like the rest of the mansion. The way he commanded the very environment with just a wave of his hand told that much.
January 28, 2026 at 6:44 PM
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6. From Wretched, a really dark WIP I'm slowly working on every so often. It's a little heavy to write, but it's a story that's been years in the making.
“Please sit,” the demon tried again. He smiled. “I will explain everything.” ‘Prove you’re not just some hallucination,’ Agnes spoke internally. “If I must.” The demon held out a hand. She had expected some roundabout explanation as to why he couldn’t, or some other excuse. It didn’t matter. She’d reach out and feel nothing, and then she’d ignore him and go back to searching for a distraction. She reached for his palm. It was solid. Agnes backed away with a racing heart. ‘What the fuck is happening to me?’ The demon smirked. “Do you pray to God with words like that?”
January 28, 2026 at 5:49 PM
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5. Shifting gears to a WIP that may or may not ever get published. It's Zagan's story and it's very difficult to tell.
“I love you,” the woman managed through the haze of death. The demon froze, and for a moment, he wished he could take it all back. He’d have never brought her down to Hell with him to suffer such a fate, but it was in his nature; a nature he’d grown to despise over so many years. He’d stolen so many hearts and taken so many lives, all for what? The pleasure of a drink — the sweet, savory bliss of human blood. “No, you don’t,” the demon said and climbed off of the woman. His clawed hand drifted over her face, and he closed her eyelids as she drifted off.
January 28, 2026 at 5:42 PM
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4. Another snippet from Book 3 of The Requiem Series. Maybe it was obvious in book 2 about Vexis...
“I don’t know what Byleth and his little friend are doing, but I can only imagine it has something to do with Umabel. As for you and Vexis…” Shadows consumed the space and the one in question appeared in their shadow form; red pupils and dark tendrils slithering. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing?” “Vexis!” Sean breathed. Despite having seen their true appearance many times, it still freaked him out when it came out of nowhere. Azazel’s eyes shone with interest as a sinister smile spread across his face. “Ah, the once-sleeping god comes to visit.”
January 28, 2026 at 5:38 PM
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3. More from Book 3 of The Requiem Series. I may have gone very hard on Byleth and Gabriel 😏 No regrets. It was inevitable.
“I’ve already done much worse.” The angel’s face grew a bit more flushed than it had been. He glanced over at Byleth with glassy eyes. “So long ago it started. Something angels aren’t supposed to do.” Gabriel covered his face with his hands and made a sound of frustration. “Why did you have to exist, Byleth? Why?” The fallen angel pried Gabriel’s hands from his face. He suspected what the angel meant, that what they’d started years ago was coming back to the surface again now that they were together. “Oh yeah? What about me?” He had to hear the angel say it out loud. Gabriel stared at the fallen king for a moment in silence, and then grabbed Byleth’s shirt and pulled him forward into a kiss.
January 28, 2026 at 5:30 PM
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2. From Book 3 (yet to be titled) of The Requiem Series (still a WIP). I had a little too much fun with the last book of the series 🙈
They all turned around and walked back outside, and Zagan lit a cigarette. “’The club’ is somewhere you’re going to hate,” he said with a laugh. “What, is it a fucking whorehouse?” Vexis teased. “Pretty much,” Byleth said. “Although I prefer den of debauchery.” Vexis sobered quickly. “I was kidding. It was a joke.” The fallen angel smirked. “I wasn’t.”
January 28, 2026 at 5:25 PM
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1. From The Soulless Ones. (Gonna break the rules a bit and just share short snippets because I like having context). This one is a liminal space/scifi horror I've been working on for a few years.
The machine creaked in a way that gave off the impression of fatigue. Your spirit’s energy is potent and necessary for further development. It is aiding in the grand design as it is consumed to make up for your defiance. Ignorance is a kindness granted, but the human mind is more complex than an artificial one. Scar’s blood ran cold. “What do you mean? Are you… are you feeding off of us somehow? Is that why we all keep getting so lethargic unless we drink that weird stuff?”
January 28, 2026 at 4:50 PM
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From Nightdreams 💫
#WIPSnips
“But what if I just keep slipping back into daydreams?” I asked. “Would they get longer? Is it some kind of power I can exercise? What if I just continue from where I left off each time?” Nightmare made a sound of amusement. “You truly are committed to this, no matter what anyone tells you, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I said immediately. “The dream world has done so much for me. It’s helping me. I feel so… liberated.” “So why not continue as you are now? With your nightly trips into the dream world? It would continue to benefit you.” “Yes, but I…” I paused. An unsettling emotion crept up on me. “I want to switch things around. I want to spend most of my time in the dream world, and only take trips here.”
January 26, 2026 at 7:40 PM
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From Nightdreams, a ridiculously campy and absurd queer erotica I wrote last year that I really need to return to 💜
#WIPSnips
I intertwined my fingers with its, confused at the turn of events. And then it finally spoke to me in a misty voice containing whisperings from beyond the grave. “Do you enjoy having a soul, dreamer?” Something seemed familiar about it, but I shook it off. I didn’t like the way it sounded, it crawled under my skin in a way some horror films often did. “Yes, I do,” I said. We danced around the bathroom as the seductive, haunting song continued. When I started to wonder if that was all the dream would be, my anxiety spiked as I noticed eyes sprouting from the aether. Many more opened around the room; in the walls, from the dark hallway, on the ceiling. Another shrouded figure came up to the window with glowing white eyes that sent my heart racing in fear.
January 25, 2026 at 7:10 PM
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From Ludoviko 🖤 my dark romance between a demi-god and an enby trans fem.
#WIPSnips
...they wanted to continue dancing into the evening, just wrapped in the melancholic melody of a bittersweet romance that they would never find. At least they could dream for a moment. They could close their eyes and be that young teenager again who sighed happily at the dark romance novels they chose instead of sports magazines. But, as it always would be with Ludoviko, the magic was cut like a cord that was already wearing too thin to snap. Roselyn brushed some of their long brown hair behind their ear and fidgeted. They were still standing in the sun’s light. “I’m fine, really. Dancing slow like that isn’t draining.” “No, you will rest for now. We will have more time later, perhaps.”
January 19, 2026 at 7:04 PM