They/she, 31, lazy writer. Here's to sigils in coffee creamer and half read books about magic. I write short stories about subverting destiny and being funnier than the bad guy.
I have been writing online since 2016. As a result, I have quite the few short stories listed below! They’re all from different parts in my writing journey and I hope you enjoy.
If you’d like to read what I currently put out, please consider supporting me on Patreon (X)
Satan is Gay - This is the most controversial short story I’ve ever written. I will say that I don’t agree with the use of the word “homosexual” in the prompt, but I stand by the story itself.
Everyone’s all “ohhh 2026 bring back physical media” until I start talking illuminated manuscripts and then suddenly we’re not on the same page anymore
Actually we are on the same page. We’ve been on the same page for a week because these things take forever to make
I have just read through Cinderella to part 9, but can't seem to find the conclusion - have you posted it somewhere that I am missing? I've very much enjoyed it so far and would love to finish it!
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i have a few additional parts on my patreon, but do intend to self-publish the full thing! This is the year I do it All lol
so once i have a realistic timeline i’ll update both patreon and tumblr with what im working on!
This is the year I do it All (Disclaimer: “All” includes circumstances and events as defined by the Prophecy. “All” does not include results. “All” is not legally binding. “All” is a base model and does not include extra material available in the downloadable content. “All” is subjective. “All” is only available in the US, Canada, and in certain liminal spaces)
I’m the type of writer that listens to the same song on repeat when working on a story so the stats on my favorite songs are, uh, intense. What type of writer are you?
Ppl should tag me in their wraps or comment on this post so I can find new music!
AITA for refusing to cancel our family’s Thanksgiving tradition?
So, we do a regular, totally traditional Thanksgiving–the family gets together, we have all the traditional Thanksgiving foods at dinner, we watch football, and of course we do the Thanksgiving Mole Hunt.
So, my daughter (27F) lost her husband about five years ago. She was understandably really upset by this, and moved away for a while and met a lovely young man (30M) who she’s getting married to next year. We’re all happy for her and excited to meet this new family member. But when I emailed her inviting her and her fiancé to Thanksgiving, of course I said, “don’t forget to pack your gloves and your mole hammer!” and her reaction was, well. She asked if maybe we could not do the mole hunt this year. Because her fiancé wasn’t used to it.
But, I mean, the mole hunt is really important to my family! And to my husband’s family and honestly lots of people around here are really into it. I told her no, we’re doing the mole hunt, and now she’s saying she’s not coming to Thanksgiving. I don’t understand it.
EDIT: Look, all you people in the comments saying “just draw pictures of moles, that’s what my family does” are you kidding? You’re going to appease the gods of the Underworld with a picture of a mole? And if you don’t dig up moles, where do you get the worms for the worm roast? And don’t tell me “buy them at the bait store” because bait store worms on your pumpkin pie is just, ew.
ANOTHER EDIT: So, I didn’t put this in the post originally because I didn’t want it to be too long, but people are asking if there’s any reason my daughter is particularly adamant about not doing the mole hunt. The thing is, her first husband drew the short straw after pie one year and nobody thought it was any big deal but it turned out he didn’t have a mole. He said he “wasn’t feeling it” and so he just stood around drinking beer while we all dug up our moles. My daughter offered to give him her mole but I mean, when you’re appeasing the gods of the Underworld you don’t want to mess around. I do a traditional Thanksgiving, that’s all there is to it. Really, it’s not asking much for people to just dig up a mole to sacrifice in their stead in case they get the short straw! But my daughter was really upset, and I have to admit I wanted to say Oh come on who hasn’t lost a spouse in the Thanksgiving mole hunt, but I realized that wouldn’t be helpful.
AND ANOTHER EDIT: Look, I don’t appreciate being called a “fucking bloodthirsty loon.” I don’t know how you all do Thanksgiving but these are important traditions to my family! And yes, I did lose my first two husbands on Thanksgiving but if they couldn’t get up and stun a damn mole on Thanksgiving that’s not my fault, is it?
LAST EDIT: I’m not replying to any more comments or messages. My daughter has said she’s never talking to me again and has blocked me on everything. I’m heartbroken. On the other hand, that’s more moles for the rest of us.
Your various alien crewmates were so excited to tell you that another human has been found; you aren’t the last of your kind, after all. Plus, the other human is coming to meet you immediately. The first thing you think when you see them is “that thing isn’t quite human.”
Summary: It’s unusual for a villain of Jimena’s caliber to be nameless. It’s not that she doesn’t want a villain name. She’s waiting to find the right one. Unfortunately, other things take priority.
The press doesn’t know what to call her. She’s hardly ever seen in person – the most that Hero Force has been able to release to the public is a blurry 8 seconds of bank vault footage. She wiggles through a weak spot in the wall, her head turned back towards the library she’d started her passage in. Her hair is tucked under a swim cap and her leather jacket is zipped all the way up so that the collar forms a protective ring around her neck. The camera can see the curve of her jaw. A flash of wrist as she grips the closest safety deposit box for leverage. A sliver of skin as her leather pants catch on a crumbled edge of sheetrock and nearly pantses her. Another stretch of skin along her cheek as she squawks and instinctively twists to make sure her bare ass isn’t hanging out of the wall. She pulls up her pants. Then she’s twisting away from camera view and she disappears entirely.
It had been an interesting mission. The bank’s security is (was) one of the best in the world. The client and the complexity had both intrigued her. A weeping widow asking her to return a family heirloom from her late, cheating husband’s safety deposit box, and a vault built like a mousetrap, deemed to be impenetrable. The planning had taken her weeks, even with her power. The execution had taken minutes.
Returning the heirloom…that’s taking a little longer.
I think this is some type of love letter to you (which is just me saying "thank you"). I had fallen out of reading and I wanted to rekindle it, but all the new books just seemed daunting(?), or the words just never seemed to fit quite right in my head(?) And then I remembered you and your stories that I would find on Tumblr when I rotted on this site (I'm not as active anymore). So, I've been reading through your masterlist of works, and- it feels like coming home, in a sense. I haven't felt this giddy. My heart hasn't sung like this in so long. Your words have me dreaming about magic once more. So, again, thank you for creating and sharing such beautiful worlds. Hopefully the world is treating you with the same kindness I find in your works.
Thank you so much!!!! Wow this blew me away. Congrats for getting back to reading! I’m so familiar with that struggle and the fact that my work can be part of your journey back makes me so emotional. My goal is for my writing to feel fun and I never feel so fulfilled as when I get messages like this
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