exe, 30, they/them. currently i mostly write fic about dungeons & dragons, but we'll see what the future brings! follows from @exeiguess. tag and ask game friendly. header and icon by bunnygardenparty on instagram.
Hello! I go by exe, and Iâve been writing on and off for more than fifteen years at this point. Across the years, I've mostly limited myself to occasional forum posting or short anon fics on dreamwidth, and after taking an extended break, Iâm more than a little bit rusty. I made this blog to talk about writing and original characters in the hopes itâll incentivize me to start writing again, and to post more often.
The current hyperfixation is Dungeons & Dragons so youâll probably see a lot of fanfic. I'm really into fantasy, sci-fi and horror. Most of my characters are queer or neurodivergent and frequently both at the same time. I write a lot of little fucked up guys.
Open to tag games, questions and to talk! I can be a bit flakey with responses, at times, and I take frequent breaks for my health, but please do reach out! I love meeting new people and finding new authors and characters to appreciate, and I appreciate every interaction, regardless of how long it takes me to get around to it.
I follow from @exeiguess.
I am still figuring out a tag system, please bear with me for now.
WIPs below the cut!
More to Web Than Thread
đ¸ď¸ Genre: Fantasy, Dark Romance, little bit of Political Drama
đ¸ď¸ Setting: D&D 5e, Forgotten Realms
đ¸ď¸ Summary: A House fallen from the favour of Lolth struggles to defend itself from its unseen enemies. An assassin is coerced by a powerful wizard into eliminating a long-standing rival, re-awakening old enmities and leading to deadly consequences.
đ¸ď¸ Features: Blackmail, consent issues, under-negotiated kink, spell slots used for sex reasons, arrogant wizards, sarcastic rogues, and control freaks who don't have control over anything. Throw in a dash of House politics, and the question of how much you can trust or love another person in a society like Menzoberranzan in the first place.
đ¸ď¸ Status: Outlining and rough first draft.
đ¸ď¸ Tag: exe writes mtwtt
Unto Thy Mistress
đˇď¸ Genre: Fantasy, Erotica
đˇď¸ Setting: D&D 5e, Forgotten Realms
đˇď¸ Summary: Matron Mother Ssapiira of House Myrhael has certain standards when it comes to the keeping of consorts. Her daughters have their own ideas. Three vague, interconnected arcs concerning the men and women of a particular drow House and how they navigate gender and relationships.
đˇď¸ Features: Drow gender roles and gender essentialism, more Menzoberranzan House politics, D/s, religious themes, hierophilia, rehabbing badly trained submissives like shelter dogs. A non-zero amount of incest if you want to avoid that sort of thing.
đˇď¸ Status: Outlining and rough first draft.
đˇď¸ Tag: exe writes utm
Mold in the Walls
đâđŤ Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Gen
đâđŤ Setting: D&D 5e, Forgotten Realms
đâđŤ Summary: Mere hours after escaping the prison of Velkynvelve, Fang struggles to process the death of a party member and her unsettling resurrection in the same evening, and grapples with whether he did the right thing by insisting upon it.
đâđŤ Features: (pet sematary voice) sometimes, dead is better. character death, child death, survivor's guilt.
đâđŤ Status: First draft.
đâđŤ Tag: exe writes mitw
Ghost in Human Shape
⏠Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Erotic Horror(?)
⏠Setting: D&D 5e, Forgotten Realms
⏠Summary: In the tunnels beneath the City of Blades, the demon lord Grazâzt finds an empty vessel, and a young tiefling senses something very strange coming over him.
⏠Features: OC/Canon, transmasc chew-toy protagonist, demonic possession but make it horny, no genitals are touching but a mindfuck is happening, extreme power imbalance, technically incest? Fiends are weird.
⏠Status: First draft.
⏠Tag: exe writes gihs
little moonshine (ain't no sin)
đĽ Genre: Fantasy, Erotica
đĽ Setting: D&D 5e, Forgotten Realms
đĽ Summary: On the eve of his party's exodus from Gracklstugh, Fang slips into the private quarters of the Deep King's consort to offer his gratitude for all her aid. She invites him to stay for a drink.
đĽ Features: OC/Canon, infidelity, a young man getting taken advantage of by an older woman (don't save him, he is EXACTLY where he wants to be), mommy issues, manipulation, intoxication.
I was tagged by @willtheweaver. Since your lines involved a character being injured in the shoulder region, please enjoy this ancient snippet from some Call of Shadows exploratory writing, which (I promise) does actually involve a shoulder injury.
I wrote this in 2022, so it's nearly 4 years old by now. I found it in my google drive while digging for something else. Enjoy!
Squish sat on Ashlinâs shoulder, her skin a violent orange. The slugâs mouth was open, and she was still shrieking. Ash seemed oblivious to the noise, slumped against a log.
Gonna leave this one as an OPEN TAG for now because my brain is lowkey soup atm. But please feel free to jump in!
Thank you friend @pertinax--loculos! I guess technically my last lines were in a really messy brainstorming document meant to help me work out plotty bits, but that's no fun, so here's the last few lines of actual prose I've worked on. :D
âAnd if I gave you what you want every time you wanted it, what would be your incentive to obey me?â
He looks into Octaviusâs eyes which are positively sparkling with delight over successfully inducing such a tantrum, and he realizes that no matter how pretty he whines, this is a losing battle.
So he surrenders. His head thunks back against the desk. âYouâre the worst.â
âIâm the best youâve ever had,â Octavius says cheerfully, giving him an infuriating peck on the forehead. âJoin me for a bath?â
These guys đ¤
Tagging @winterandwords, @memento-morri-writes, @space-writes and @andthebubbles if they would like to share some last lines!
like the betrayalâs always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didnât matter. someone discards you because they didnât give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say âI love you. I would make the same choice again.â You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.
âI thought they cared about me, but they were lying this whole time.â <- tired. boring. removes all the nuance of this relationship to make it easier to move on from.
âI thought they cared about me, and I was right, and every minute they were there for me, every time they said they were proud, every laugh we shared leaning against each other bruised and breathless, all of it was real. and they still left me behind. They could put their love aside. I couldnât.â <- insane. will never leave you alone. reminds you that even the worst people are still people and can still care about even the ones they hurt the most and that undoes neither the harm nor the love.
okay. something about the way i worded this is making people think this is a vent thing about real relationships. and itâs fine if thatâs where it took you. but i feel like i need to be transparent here: this be blorboposting. karlach cliffgate and her terrible awful no good very bad betrayal.
an incomplete list of reasons why sex scenes are good, necessary, and a character study, & rarely gratuitous (from a seasoned smut writer and published author)
body image and dysphoria. does this character voluntarily throw their clothes off, do they have to be coaxed, do they enjoy looking in the mirror, are there any areas they refuse to acknowledge? scars? tattoos? what does this say about their past?
what role do they take in the bedroom, and what relationship does it have to the role they take in day to day life?
social/communication skills. how good are they at eye contact, asking their bedmate what they want, are they about verbal communication or body language? what is their body language, is it open or closed off? are they nervously chatty, are their words short and clipped, are they nervously quiet?
touch starvation. how do they react to touch? when's the last time they were touched intimately? how does this touch remind them of their previous encounters with touch, or is this their first time?
glimpses of their education, sexual and otherwise, and the ways this influences their view of the world. what is their understanding of consent? where did they get it from? what do they think of kink vs vanilla? what is their relationship to both?
self esteem. do they take on a role of service in the bedroom because they want to, or because they feel like they have to in order to be worthy, no matter what they really want? how good are they at expressing these thoughts? do they freeze up when their bedmate asks them what they want? do they even know what they want?
how much attention do they want on themselves vs how much are they comfortable with? would they rather the attention was just on their bedmate?
how much guilt, shame, or repression do they have about sex in general? does it feel like a performance, is it true for them? how do they do with being vulnerable with another person, clothes on or off?
how do they feel about submission/domination, about penetration? do they want marks to be left, or do they insist on no trace left behind?
how do they treat their bedmate? loving, rough, tender, gentle, harsh, sadistic, deferring, no matter the scene/dynamic?
what about aftercare? for themself, for their bedmate? do they do it, do they know what it is, how do they do it? do they value it or do they do it just because you're supposed to?
an incomplete list. might add more. sex scenes add SO much value, insight, and development to a character. they are an incredibly intimate and vulnerable setting, which is how the right writer can show readers so much about who this character is in a bedroom setting. it is not gratutious.
âYou write the beginning and then you go back and rewrite the beginning, and you never got off page one. Itâs kind of a syndrome, and I have a rash piece of advice which is â Go on, page two, page three, and never look back. Get something finished, no matter how lousy it is. [âŚ] Perfectionists cannot get going unless they kind of do violence to their own instincts, and just blast ahead.â
â Ursula K. Le Guin, The Last Interview and Other Conversations
đA snippet from the first draft of More to Web Than Thread. Negotiations!
The wizardâs smug look only grew more insufferable; clearly, he thought he had him in a corner. The faerie fire gleamed off his sharpened canines as Vaszar clasped his hands behind his back, and cheerfully reiterated his terms.
âEliminate Wruz Druuâgiir, and I wonât tell the Matron Mothers what I know.â
âOh, is that all?â As if the bastard wasnât asking him to assassinate a son of the tenth highest House in all of Menzoberranzan. Altonnar sneered back. âAnd what do you know, wizard?â
The bark of laughter he got in response made Altonnar want to stick a knife through his eye.
âNothing you can prove,â he muttered, more to himself, as though the wizard hadnât made a sound at all. He curled his itching fingers into his palm. âItâd be your word against mine, and I donât care what you think you saw, Aleanndar â the matter was settled years ago. They found the wretch responsible and gave him to Lolth. Nobody cares enough to re-open the investigation based on the drunken recollections of one male, and one who waited half a century to come forward, at that.â
âBroadly true,â Vaszar conceded, too amused for Altonnarâs liking. âI canât imagine the Baenres or House Mizzrym would take an interest in such a quarrel between two lesser Houses... but do you think Matron Oussvir feels the same?"
"I need to work on something that's not unwholesome OC week," I said, and then continued to work on a different fic for unwholesome OC week.
âInsolent witch,â the dragon spat. âI am the Lord of the Stormvault, I am like to you as a god. You cannot keep me here!â Her eyes were narrowed, the fins that ran along her body all flared and shivering with rage, the chain about her throat rattling with the movement.
Talia shrugged. Theyâd had this same argument a hundred times in the last thousand years. She suspected it would continue to be a thorn in Antiochisâ paw until the day one of them died. âThatâs true. I cannot keep you here. By force.â She met the ancient dragon's eyes, and did not flinch at the warning growl that rumbled through that cavernous throat. âBut you know as well as I do, what will happen if you leave.â
Antiochis snarled, a little more like a sneer. âThe others were weak. I amâ â Defiant, willful as ever, and insufferably arrogant.
âYou will end up the same as the rest of them. A mindless beastâ though that wouldnât be so different from how you behave now.â
first of all, i missed writing the miscreants they're so silly. second of all, apparently Vuzree is transfem now. good to know, Vuz, thanks for the gender update
unwholesome oc week giving me an extra push to work on and hopefully finish a single unrelated one-shot because i cannot have The Lich Fic be my first completed work on AO3. i mocked up some fic tags for fun and immediately realised this can't be my brand. i can't maintain this level of nasty
