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(TW Blood, Vampires, Gore) My Black Action Vampire Story. Please consider spreading the word about my 307 word story here, which will become a webcomic written and drawn by me one day. The link to my story also has a built-in text-to-speech feature https://medium.com/p/16b03156c714 :
BloodPunk Dracula
[1400s France]
An assortment of Black vampires are searching the night for somebody. A small light flashes in the distance and gathers all of their attention. A short Black woman donned in dark armor is transforming her gold magic ring from a large circle of blood into two iron weapons in preparation for the impending battle. She’s Dracula, the vampires' target. Her red eyes and new curving gold swords gleam back at them. They rapidly march their way through the snow towards her.
The fastest one arrives in seconds, only to get quickly chopped up by Dracula's golden blades. Dracula's short swords begin magically sucking in streams of blood from the vampire's wounds, forcing the unfortunate vamp's body parts to stay levitated in the night air. These lifeless husks finally hit the ground as the next foolish vampire comes to strike Dracula.
Their sharp nailed attack misses after a fast back step from the Queen of Vampires. The lesser vampire's clawed hand pierces through a building's outer wall instead. Dracula breaks the ground beneath her back foot to dash in at them with her weapons held out at each side. Her right blade runs right through the row of stacked bricks beside her. In under a second, she leaps and has that same sword slash up the wall and through the neck of the arm-in-wall vamp. Dracula's feet hit the snowy ground. She turns to promptly greet the rest of the now headless vampire's corpse with a violent dance of dual blades. This time Dracula uses her mouth to blood suck their red liquid from through the air to her opened red lips. After seconds of being rendered into a hover by Dracula's powerful blood feeding, the night creature's now shrunken bits rain into the soft snow. The next fool makes their way to Dracula...
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Keeping Score: 10 February 2023
As you can imagine from my last post (and lack of posting through Nov, Dec, or Jan), absolutely nothing went as planned, writing-wise, over the last three months.
NaNoWriMo? Sure, I got 16,000 words into it before crashing and burning. Now I have two incomplete novels sitting on my laptop, waiting for me to pick them back up 😬
The TCF? Dropped it. Okay, I delayed it first, then dropped it.…
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#books#editing#fiction#murder-mysteries#nanowrimo#novel-editing#novel-writing#novels#sci-fi-novels#short-stories#writing#writing-craft#writing-goals#writing-process
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the woman who holds the moon
prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.
#i can finally share this piece!#this cover was based on a short story called “moon bearer” by celia daniels that features on this issue of the magazine#the character designs are mine#also there's a sale on inprnt again so my prints are cheaper than usual!#illustration#artists on tumblr#illo#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#lesbian art#wlw art#sapphic art#queer art#baffling magazine#blue#moon#night sky#queer fantasy
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Tabitha’s School Board Fundraiser
Marcus didn’t drink, preferring to keep his wits instead of losing control like his college friends used to. Rare occasions found him sipping a glass of Pinot Noir after learning red wine neutralizes garlic’s acidity, the reason he had heartburn after ingesting any alfredo dish. Fettuccini alfredo with white clam sauce was served at Tabitha’s fundraiser for Scott Gerald. Scott wanted steak, but…
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Unsettled: Episode 78
Donahue pulled to a stop outside Green Harvest, a small shop near Greenway Park.
“What is this place?” Randi asked.
“A health food store,” Donahue said. “They don’t sell junk food or anything processed. All healthy, all natural.”
“You’re sure the juice box came from here?” Randi asked.
“This is the best place to buy healthy organic snacks, herbal teas, gluten free and low sodium food. They…
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In the world of Azeroth, ancient powers clash, heroes rise and fall, and the fate of entire civilizations hangs in the balance. From the towering peaks of the snowy Dun Morogh to the sun-kissed shores of Tanaris, Azeroth is a realm of wonders, mysteries, and endless adventure.
The echoes of Azeroth’s tumultuous history reverberate through its landscapes, where the scars of past conflicts are…
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#Adult Fantasy#Adult Fantasy Story#Adventure#Female Protagonist#in progress#Safe for Work#SFW#short-stories#short-story#Stormwind City#story#Text Adventure#Warcraft#World of Warcraft
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The Universoul Circus
“I just don’t like the circus.”
July 8, 2023|SFBayArea
The following piece was compiled by my longtime friend Diane Blake, as she spent the afternoon attending The Universoul Circus in the San Franciso Bay Area. I have never been to a circus and thought she’d like to have a little fun with it by showing me what I’ve been missing. Afterall, I have been in a change altering mode as of late…
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Creepy Nice 5/5/2024
March Like an Inevitability
Let’s get right to it, shall we? Quick one this time. One Thing and then the Vibes.
Do You See That Bird?
Space Cocaine: Incongruent Flamingo is available for sale! This volume includes my story “Gerald in the Mirror”, a dark fantasy about existential loneliness and being afraid of your own imagination. Just my regular sad/fun times! Get a digital copy! Order a…
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Rat flood and the bad omen (part - 1)
As usual the watch guards on the city wall were alert for enemies and beast attacks.
Everything seemed normal as usual. It was then that guards noticed someone riding the horse towards the city gate, at first they became alert, all Archers were ready to shoot down that unknown man.
However When the man came near guards relaxed, because that man had the symbol of the city head on his…
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Wendy Drachen
Mrs and Mr Drachen have a daughter called Wendy.
Wendy is a five-foot high dragon who wears gloves to cover her claws. She has rather rounded shoulders as her wings have evolved into what can only be described as shoulder pads. She has a snout rather than a nose and can still make her own toast in an emergency. She is determined to become a lawyer and help fairy tale characters achieve some…
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BLUE IS FOR BELOVED [Reblogged from 2018]
It was a Saturday morning, and I staggered out of bed, striding to the living room when I heard a loud echo of laughter. It was my dad and mum laughing in the sitting room as usual, but their position made bile rise up my throat. My mum was sitting on his lap, and my dad’s hands were placed around her waist. They caught sight of me and disentangled themselves. “Lucy, what are you doing over…
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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.
Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.
The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.
Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.
This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.
"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.
"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.
This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.
Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.
"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."
And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.
Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.
Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.
On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.
As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.
Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.
She always had been a wizard with silk.
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#writing#microfiction#short story#flash fiction#wrote this a few years back and finally got round to posting here
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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one
his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.
ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication
ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.
#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#shuro dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#toshiro nakamoto#dont get me wrong i understand relating to a character and hating whoever wrongs them cause youre protective or you relate really hard#but i think toshiros been getting the short end of the stick for a long time now 😭#even his love for falin is misunderstood#he literally states all the reasons he likes her#and none of them are superficial#but hes so closed off and has such difficulty expressing himself that instead of asking her out or smth he just#proposed to her out of the blue 😭#leading a lot of ppl to just assume that he went 'white woman spotted' and proposed#do Not misunderstand me i am#a HUGE farcille stan#obviously#but i dont think toshiros feelings are surface level and i think theyre absolutely crucial to understanding him and his motivations#as a character in this story
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Moloski Returns to Plastics
After parking the Lexus in a secured parking garage close to the Burnside Bridge, both men got out. A few minutes later, they were at the spot where Jim Barton met Gerald Moloski. Sitting between two homeless men, Gerald passed his bottle. On Gerald’s left sat Miguel, and Edward on his left. Miguel had Parkinson’s disease, as well as being an alcoholic for thirty-three years. The alcohol kept him…
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#TuesdayBookBlog Anne Frank on Tour and Other Stories by George Thomas Clark (@PonchoZeus)
Hi, all:
I bring you one of the books I have picked up on NetGalley through BooksGoSocial, an option that many independent authors use to get featured there, and I try to check what books they have on offer. The title of this one was what got me, and although there are some very brief stories (more vignettes than fully-formed stories), there are some that are true gems.
Anne Frank on Tour and…
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