The house is empty. I am alone. This is the truth. But I can hear things moving in the halls and figures lurk at the edges of my eyes, and when I try to look at them they reluctantly become boxes or furniture or the light on a badly placed picture-frame. And then, when I look away, they return.

The little coven

... hm.

Being a massive pervert is free, fun, and incredibly fulfilling – but watch out! Vast social forces are arrayed against it...

trying your best to be a good person according to a value system that rejects the idea that people can be truly good may seem like a good idea, but the contradiction at the heart of it will eat you alive someday

the inherent romance within the doomed royal revolt of a listless heir, seeking to claim tinted glory; only realizing the stained glass was shattered oh so long ago after a spear is driven through the gap between one's lungs

this is very, very, very, good... always have princess thoughts like this

what better to be a symbol that inspires an eternal revolution, than the evil tyrant that was slain, and gosh, what a princess-like duty it is to fulfill

having normal princess thoughts, like being an evil tyrant as I'm very romantically assassinated by a brave hero in a moment that'll be captured in a painting forever

"I'm not really used to being desired," says woman who definitely should be. More on that story as it develops, but for now we'll go to Abigail for today's weather report and, I'm told, a surprising tip for dealing with our great city's feral goblins this winter. What is that all about, Abigail?

inventory screen prototype I just think that the idea of parts of your UI having unreliable narrators is neat, you know?

The big worm in the moon says we're allowed to keep celebrating Halloween for a few more months.

in retrospect i don't regret eating that dragon's heart at all. i got a cool fucking power-up in the moment and won that stupid duel and even though the jealousy was little hard to deal with at first now i spend all day sleeping on a pile of gold surrounded by beautiful women who can't leave

this morning, hermes came to me and he said, "mom, Blood On The Lens Part 2 is going to sell a million copies. it will be your ticket to modest fame and long-term financial stability" and, you wouldn't want to make this boy a liar would you

Went to a friend's house show and unexpectedly met someone who did an extremely cool set at a goth rave last month (it was really the highlight of that show, chat) and, like, wow. queer/transfem communities really are the best

Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.

A good magical-realism/horror premise would be if you're writing a story about a horribly corrupt U.S. President and about 1/4 of the way through the story every person around them starts dropping dead, one by one, for no apparent reason at all, as if the king's moral rot is poisoning reality itself

there's a specific type of sicko who loves autumn not because of the chilly nights and falling leaves or the wonderful variety of fall soups or even the way fashions shift and everyone starts layering, but because of the beautiful crimson blood dripping from noses cursed by the too-dry air—

The problem with being a gorgeous transexual is that sometimes the most beautiful woman you know will rewire part of your mind, break down crying while you hold her, and then fall asleep in your arms, and you'll just be sitting there wondering how she packed so much action into a mere twenty minutes

Poet, musician, and software engineer nori li, here as @nori.gay, has died. She was phenomenally talented and dearly loved 💜 🏳️‍⚧️ 💜

changing my pronouns to he/him just to feel something

There are a bunch of social reasons that kinesthetic hypnosis doesn't get as much focus as speech-based techniques, even when people mix kinesthetic elements into their verbal inductions, aren't there ...

The things you can do with someone who has a ton of experience with hypnosis without even bothering to put them into trance or use extant triggers are honestly pretty crazy, chat

interviewer: where do you see yourself in five years jana: forgotten interviewer: that's bleak— jana: by everyone but you interviewer: what jana: no one will believe you

liquid metals in your blood

new short story. very short. its about nuclear bombs mostly. its also the most explicit sex scene ive published

i’m too lazy to use this but i feel like i’m cooking here

on cohost we called this "poster's delight"

That was fast

Turtlenecks are an evil garment that make people worse, and heaven knows we need more evil women,

Yeah. I bartend. *expresses the volatile oils from your foot skin onto a cocktail*

transfems really are the doom 1993 of women (you get them on floppy disks thru the mail)

we were discussing this week that when you become a transfem you are assigned an untranslated and obscure Japanese RPG as your dominant personality trait and/or new gender identity. Some are even AVHAB (Assigned Virtual Hydlide at Birth)

corroded clockwork longing to forget, for a little while longer

The Siren- In a witchy Lilith mood

Don't feel pressured to do weird stuff just because it came to you in a vision. Do it because it's weird. That's reason enough

[transylvania, police interrogation room] COP: you stabbed Dimitri in the heart… with a… VILLAGER: with a stake, yes COP: and he died… meaning he was… VILLAGER: was a dracula COP: was a dracula POLICE CAPTAIN *nodding*: was a dracula

transfems really are the shareware of women

DO IT! DO IT!

the ocean is a girl in the sense that she is not your property and, if you convince yourself that she is, one of you is going to die

"It's always hard to say goodbye," the priestess says, her silver robes dripping with fresh blood. "Trust me, I understand. It's so hard. That doesn't make you evil, it just means that you're still human." "But," the protest bubbling up like blood between lifeless lips, "but—" "Shhh. It's time."

ehehe, something like that! if I ever write this (unlikely, unless I finally train myself to write long-form stories), it will in large part be about the interplay between the mc's original mind & the implanted princess-self as they try to escape. a sword whose hilt devours you with each thrust &tc

Many stories of haunted houses may be related to Cyclosa imago, also known as the Haunting Spider. When a colony settles an abandoned building, they collectively defend against human intrusion by forming dense webs, which have been interpreted as ghostly apparitions.

hot ferrous-tasting (sex, or hand-to-hand combat?) trickle from her tongue

I had a thought about using princessification horror and the shapes that bad ends can take ...

wrote a new thing. it's very short. archiveofourown.org/works/73597771

frost-numb fingertips longing to nestle in the warmth beneath your skin

Between the tangled streaks of white in my hair, the dark circles under my eyes, and my general pallid, unwell appearance, I really do look like the type of woman who'd do something traumatic to a hookup and then spend the next morning lovebombing them 🤭