Lunos, 37, She/Her: An assortment of images, prompts, and other random things inspired by the characters I've created for books and rps. Nearly all characters are from the series I am in the process of co-authoring, The Tales of Ethlana.
If your blog is blank, I will Report and Block you. I am already suspicious of followers based simply on the fact that nobody actually follows me because I don't actually post anything.
So if you're a real person and you're planning on following me? It's your job to look like a real person.
The stupid AI ads going "perfect app to talk to your ocs" you don't do that already? Isn't that called writing? Or daydreaming? Or "coming up with shit on the fly?" How did you come up with the oc in the first place? did you not write them yourself / have said oc revealed to you in a dream / oc appeared one day on their own???? Ai is literally unnecessary?????? You can just. talk to your ocs through the 4th wall???? Creativity is a skill you build on your own why just sacrifice it to an AI???????
You’ve been isekaied to this world for the past six months. You thought you were getting the handle on things until you came to this little village your guide recommended.
And it was a lovely village, to be fair. There was a pretty little open air marketplace and a church. There had been a wedding the day before you arrived. For a while you watched an old woman picking out rice from between the stones in front of the church. You met the groom in the marketplace, where he ran a little fruit stand. His new wife was a singer, apparently, and he invited you to watch her sing at the tavern that evening.
There was a bit of a scuffle there that night. In the middle of one of the songs, this raccoonfolk kid burst through the door with a gun, yelling something about a showdown, only to get shot by one of the other guests. Nobody else was hurt, thank the gods, and apparently the kid got nothing worse than a scratch. Once everything had calmed down, Desmond - the man from the fruit stand, his name was Desmond - told you that this kind of thing happened more often than you’d think. Molly - his wife - grinned ghoulishly and told you a story about this one kid a few years back who had gone totally barking mad and beat a classmate and his teacher over the head with a hammer.
They were very impressed that you were able to guess what the hammer was made of.
The next morning you got up early and watched the sun rise over the fruit orchards east of town. It was beautiful, watching the strawberry fields in the light. Desmond had said the night before that the winter had been brutal. Felt like it had lasted for years. Now the fields gleamed in gold and green in every direction.
A sealfolk man with big tusks waved at you when you passed by. He was restocking the market’s egg stand. You waved back and then immediately turned into an alleyway to have a panic attack because what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck was going on. Was someone fucking with you?! What was happening
Mutual pining is great, but you know what's even better? Mutual pining where they're both fully aware the feelings are requited, they just can't do anything about it for other reasons. Or maybe they technically could but they've had to choose not to, because of The Circumstances.
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
All this does is tell me that you don't see me as a person. All I am is a content machine, and if I'm not working fast enough, you'll feed my writing into a different machine and gobble down whatever it shits out for you.
TBF this problem has been growing for a while. The rise of Generative Artificial Garbage simply makes it really, really stark.
Queer Fiction Free-for-All Book Bracket Tournament: Round 5
Choose a book:
Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra
Voting ended onApr 19, 2025
Book summaries below:
Wayward Children series (Every Heart a Doorway, Down Among the Sticks and Bones, Beneath the Sugar Sky, In an Absent Dream, Come Tumbling Down, Across the Green Grass Fields, Where the Drowned Girls Go, Lost in the Moment and Found, Mislaid in Parts Half-Known, Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear, and other stories) by Seanan McGuire
Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children No Solicitations No Visitors No Guests
Children have always disappeared under the right conditions; slipping through the shadows under a bed or at the back of a wardrobe, tumbling down rabbit holes and into old wells, and emerging somewhere... else.
But magical lands have little need for used-up miracle children.
Nancy tumbled once, but now she’s back. The things she’s experienced... they change a person. The children under Miss West’s care understand all too well. And each of them is seeking a way back to their own fantasy world.
But Nancy’s arrival marks a change at the Home. There’s a darkness just around each corner, and when tragedy strikes, it’s up to Nancy and her new-found schoolmates to get to the heart of the matter.
In a world of dwindling hope, love has never mattered more...
Captain Nathan J. Northland had no idea what to expect when he returned home to Lorehaven injured from war, but it certainly wasn't to find himself posted on an island full of vampires. An island whose local vampire dandy lord causes Nathan to feel strange things he'd never felt before. Particularly about fangs.
When Vlad Blutstein agreed to hire Nathan as Captain of the Eyrie Guard, he hadn't been sure what to expect either, but it certainly hadn't been to fall in love with a disabled werewolf. However Vlad has fallen and fallen hard, and that's the problem.
Torn by their allegiances—to family, to duty, and the age-old enmity between vampires and werewolves—the pair find themselves in a difficult situation: to love where the heart wants or to follow where expectation demands.
The situation is complicated further when a mysterious and beguiling figure known only as Lady Ursula crashes into their lives, bringing with her dark omens of death, doom, and destruction in her wake.
And a desperate plea for help neither of them can ignore.
Thrown together in uncertain times and struggling to find their place amidst the rising human empire, the unlikely trio must decide how to face the coming darkness: united as one or divided and alone. One thing is for certain, none of them will ever be the same.
By reading my works you are signing an agreement that if you put my works through AI or repost my works or anything like that, i get to hunt you for sport
Was wishing there was a positivity post for original fiction writers since I see so many about how fanfic writers are doing so much for their communities even when they're not actively writing, and then I thought:
Be the change you want to see in the world.
So this is a positivity post for the writers out here who are working very hard on stories with no established community. Who can't talk about their blorbos and plot lines and brainstorming to anyone and expect them to know what any of it means. Who don't have much to share publicly, but are hoping they will one day.
You're doing a lot of hard work, and I recognize and appreciate what you're putting into the world, even when you're resting.