G. Shawn Maveric

Aspiring romance, erotica, and fantasy writer.

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Master list

 updated 09/27/25

Velma & Shaggy fan fiction (Drafting)

Description, rating, warnings, updates

Rose water: Apothecary (Sensitivity reading)

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     My erotic novel about a lesbian couple, engaged, and doing anything to make ends meet, to have the wedding of their dreams. Diamanie Beurre and Misty Singha main characters. N/A fiction. It has profanity, suicide attempt, rape, graphic sex, violence and stripping. Viewer digression is advised. In beta reading.

Kiln Matters (title subject to change) (Drafting)

My novel is about international spys. From three different countries in Roskubrik, a town plagued by espeonage and curruption.

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Midnight century (roughdraft)

A high-speed, intergalactic race, memory loss, and personal redemption collide as Rick Maldivo battles criminals and galactic forces. PG-13 - Violence, alcohol use, memory loss, intense action.

T.F.S.G (brainstorming)

Sorority sex games, ratings, warnings, updates.

Parable of the Talking Dog (drafting)

A dark, philosophical parable about a man and a talking dog navigating societal flaws, soullessness, and survival. Mature, adult themes - Violence, abuse, existential themes, psychological distress, strong language

Thrust Ranger (80% drafted)

My erotic novel about a horney 21 year old female protagonist rides the sholders of a metal huggernaught. Little does he know she is using the back of his head to masterbate. rating, warnings, updates

EB’S fantasy (outline and restructuring)

My first ever attempt at a novel. Lost for 6 years. Was writing for 5 years. Description soon to come.

Drawing land (Thematic universe)

Goolem (looking for artists) (Drafting)

Book 1: (101 reason to stay alive)

A book to help pre-teens cope with suicidal thoughts.

Robin (waiting on goolem)

Book 1: (tom boy vs homosexuality)

A book to help pre-teens that identify as tom boys cope with the stigma of homo sexuality.

Shaoul (waiting on goolem)

Book 1: (existential dread and disposition)

A book to help pre-teens cope with depression and religious issues.

Butt busters Inc. (Drafting)

Hause and Canadia’s wild business adventure with AI-powered gerbils turns chaotic, leading to unexpected consequences and absurd inventions.

Maveric's eden:

(nanowrymo project)

Guides you in building a stunning, self-sufficient garden with easy tutorials for sustainability and beauty.

The Waveren:

A poetic dark fantasy about Melina, a low-ranked human chosen by a powerful shaman waveren who defies tradition. Their dangerous bond blurs the line between mentor and monster, forcing her to confront ancient truths and death itself. 16+, Violence, intense emotional themes, obsession, death.

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The New Year’s kiss

New Year’s morning, brisk on a ride along.

The sky leans close, The wind whispers a song.

Her laughs are warm, like winter has gone.

Light on her shoulders bends where hands belong.

The sun, like time, won’t linger long

Make haste, The queen leaves at dawn

No words wasted, the day carries on

It kisses her deeply, then moves along.

The New Year’s Kiss captures a fleeting, golden moment this abnormally warm winter where it loosens its grip, laughter warms the air, and time itself pauses just long enough for the sun to leave its mark. A poem about presence, intimacy, and the quiet magic of beginnings that don’t ask to last forever—only to be felt.

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In The Waveren,

Melina is an unremarkable student in a kingdom built on dragon-sorcery, where powerful beings known as waveren choose their human sparring partners only after mating, ensuring they are calm enough to bond. That is why the academy is shaken when a shaman waveren—an elder dragon from a sacred lineage—breaks tradition and chooses Melina, a low-level human with neither the rank nor the power expected of such a bond.

Havanna, a skilled tamer who commands seven dragons through fear, scoffs at the idea that Melina could spar with such a beast. The headmaster doubts she’ll even survive the attempt. And even Melina herself is terrified: her wavelength and spirit align eerily with the waveren’s, yet his is five times stronger—a solid, unbroken force of nature.

As she struggles to understand why he chose her, Melina is drawn into a strange, intimate connection with the creature. He speaks in ancient dialects, wields knowledge older than kingdoms, and forces Melina to confront uncomfortable truths. The waveren seems less like a mount and more like a teacher—or perhaps a god.

Their bond deepens in unexpected ways: he marks her, follows her, protects her, and even softens in public—behaving more like a curious adolescent than a predator. Yet beneath that gentleness lies a dangerous power, and one haunting question: what lesson is he trying to teach her? Some whisper that the lesson is death itself.

As their worlds intertwine—from awkward outings in the market maze to moments of intense vulnerability—Melina begins to realize that taming a shaman waveren was never the point. He cannot be caged, commanded, or owned. He is not a weapon. He is a mirror, a mentor, and a force that will reshape her destiny—if she survives long enough to understand the bond they share.

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Yawns & Kisses

You say you’re tired, I can see it clear,

But even half-asleep, you’re perfect, my dear.

That lazy grin, those dreamy eyes,

Could turn exhaustion into sunrise.

If yawns were magic, you’d cast a spell,

I’d gladly fall for it, as you can tell.

So, close your eyes, take a little rest

Snuggling in blankes, how I like you best

If your yawns were wishes

I'd grant them all for just kisses

No need in wishing for wishes

I'd kiss you and never stop.

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Title: What Won’t She Do?

What won't she do?

Juggle life in one hand.

What won't she do?

Feed the world with the other.

What won't she do?

Walk it off when you can't stand.

What won't she do?

Be super-woman and a mother.

She can, she will, and has.

With a smile, every day, with pizzazz

She's a wife, a mother, with class

Big heart, strong eyes, phat ass

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Mirrored Flames

Your laughter lingeres, a song I know,

A melody spun from years you've grown .

Your eyes hold fire, my daring please,

But mirrored back was chemistry.

I freeze mid-frame, My chest a storm,

I desire your love, I'm conflicted, torn.

"You’re my muse," I breathe, voice low,

But in your eyes, it’s his I know.

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Echo chamber

What you need to do

to be like you

and go out and do

Things you do

like you and you

is the thing you do

listen to people who

think like you

and who act like you

to do the things you do

because who is who

is how two figure out

who isn't you.

This is true!

"Echo Chamber" is a rhythmic, introspective piece that highlights the cyclical nature of conformity and self-reflection. Through repetitive and lyrical wordplay, it explores the influence of surrounding oneself with similar voices, questioning identity and individuality in a sea of like-mindedness.

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FIGHT

You are the opponent.

I didn’t know we were fighting.

You don’t need to know you're fighting to be their opponent.

They battle the air, spit into the wind,

Kicking at shadows they’ll never pin.

Who are they,

If the bit cannot be chomped?

Satisfied.

Overall, the poem questions the purpose and identity of someone who thrives on conflict, especially when their efforts are misdirected or self-defeating.

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Isn't she?

Isn't she that girl from that place?

That girl I can't put my finger on

Thinking of her on the tip of my tungue

I'm great with faces not with names

The one that slows the world when you look her direction.

The girl behind the counter, the only thing in the store you can't buy.

The lady with that smile that send shivers down to your shoes.

You know the one, she looks like the beginning and end at the same time.

Guess its just me.

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Maverics Eden

Maveric's Eden, a step-by-step guide to crafting a self-sufficient garden that’s as beautiful as it is functional. Born from my #NaNoWriMo project, this book will combine practical gardening tutorials with creative inspiration. Available first as a series of PDF projects on my Etsy store, it will eventually bloom into a complete guidebook. Whether you're a seasoned gardener or just starting out, join me in cultivating your very own Eden!

Get a sneak peak into the book's contents

Maveric's eden Idea board

Actual chapters from the book:

Decorative garden bed plans

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Crimson Temptation

Your lips, a whisper of crimson sin,

Dark as the night when the stars end,

curves that tempt with a flick of your tongue.

Drawing me closer, and closer to

Cum.

Wish of a kiss, has me swollen,

A spark of passion, a dance I've stolen,

Sinful lips, I crave, breathe slower

A taste of heaven, on your face or or lower.

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Wicked witch of knee caps.

Kneecap cackles, tickles, and tumbles,

Sterling the short witch swoops down, kids chuckle and crumble!

Giggles and grins, gleeful and grand,

Wicked fun and frolic across the land!

In the realm of humor, where the playful roam free,

Lives Sterling, the short witch, ruler of kneecaps, that's she!

Standing at 4' 3" with a stature so neat,

Yet with a heart so wicked, no one can beat.

Her eyes change color, brown some days, gold the next,

Her gaze is a spell, leaving everyone perplexed.

A two-tone ponytail, braided with care,

And claw-like fingers that wiggle in the air.

Her lips, oh those lips, full and divine,

Like poison candy, sweet but malign.

You'd dare not kiss them, not for hours nor more,

Their magic's a curse, like legends of yore.

Kneecap cackles, tickles, and tumbles,

Sterling the short witch swoops down, kids chuckle and crumble!

Giggles and grins, gleeful and grand,

Wicked fun and frolic across the land!

Sterling the short witch, ruler of kneecaps,

She cackles and claps, oh what mishaps!

With her broomstick, she swoops down low,

Tickling knees wherever she goes.

In her green hat and red boots, so bold,

She gives children a fit before bedtime told.

"Beware Sterling!" the parents say,

"She'll make your knees giggle all day!"

But little Toby had a clever plan,

To outwit Sterling, brave little man.

He wore thick socks up to his thighs,

And practiced laughing to her surprise.

Kneecap cackles, tickles, and tumbles,

Sterling the short witch swoops down, kids chuckle and crumble!

Giggles and grins, gleeful and grand,

Wicked fun and frolic across the land!

The witch swooped in with her usual flair,

But Toby's giggles filled the air.

Instead of fright, he gave her cheer,

And Sterling began to disappear.

Her magic fizzled, her powers drained,

Toby's laughter had Sterling chained.

The short witch of the kneecaps fled,

And Toby tucked himself into bed.

From that day on, the children knew,

Laughter's magic sees them through.

The witch's mischief turned to fun,

All thanks to Toby, brave little one!

So here's to Sterling the short witch, so grand,

A woman of malice, with a treacherous hand.

With eyes that ensnare and a smile that deceives,

She's the spellbinding force that no heart relieves.

Kneecap cackles, tickles, and tumbles,

Sterling the short witch swoops down, kids chuckle and crumble!

Giggles and grins, gleeful and grand,

Wicked fun and frolic across the land!

The Mischievous Adventures of Sterling the Short Witch

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Grit and grime

In the heart of this vast land,

Where wheels turn on sweat-stained hands,

A man covered in grease, toiling alone,

Bringing life to a car with a sigh and a groan.

Factories hum with unending strife,

Molding machines that define a life,

Years given to the relentless grind,

Dreams of motion, left behind.

Yet in the dirt, there's dignity,

In every bolt turned, a legacy,

To the unseen, the mighty, the strong,

Know your worth, you belong.

I see you, not small, but grand,

Builders of a rolling land,

Through every struggle and every scar,

You are the spirit that drives the car.

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40 Mill Neighborhood | Drake Diss Track

Quit playing with 'em

(chorus)

Left foot up

Right foot slide

Right foot up

Left foot slide

Then make it clap

Drop it (3x) (whoo)

Then make it clap

Drop it (3x)(whoo)

(/chorus)

(verse 1)

In a villa with a Bridle path property

Lives abery, Introduse him properly

May eighteenth, two thousand, sixteen

This may 18th probably drop the d. (rizzy)

1 million dollars spent on copping trees

A nother milli on ghost chopping trees

Dropping albums full of Fake steeze smelling fabreeze, and Tupac toiletries

Jersey room,

he'd never be

I Heard the room,

he'd rather be at chucky cheese

34 meter in the drive way

Sounds to me like he'd rather drive away

17 meter with the easy bake

Aubrey, no see, just call me drake

Daily break ins,

camp littered with fake friends

Should have signed his mouth,

all the words that it takes in.

Dude got a house size bedroom

Drake Bbl takes up half the room

The other half a vividas bed (boom)

Maybe give break rooms to the workers (instead)

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(chorus)

(verse 2)

Giant brick fence,

hid from the city

White like Mike pence,

but reminds me of diddy

Tanning beds got a room,

but none of your kiddies

But for real aubry,

do you be tanning you titties?

Shake it drizzy

By the Indoor pool

Shake it drizzy

By the Outdoor pool

Indoor basketball court,

little owl said He need a indoor actual court

All the above, Black leather glove

Tell him drizzy, not you, No glove no love

Don't scroll yet, lemme tell you the rest

Talking to himself while he gets dressed

Baby struck a dude with a pipe

He was staring in the mirror cause the mellons were ripe

Beat go hard, like tub in your nest

Not how my people should probably invest

Monumental eye sore, thats probably a mess

Metro made the beat cause you know he's the best (3x)

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(chorus 2x)

(send the apologies to your neighbors)

#bbldrizzybeatgiveaway

#40MillNeighborhood

#DrakeDiss

#BBLDrizzyChallenge

#MetroBoominBeats

#NeighborhoodDrama

Join the #BBLDrizzyChallenge with this fiery diss track aimed at Drake's lavish lifestyle in the '40 Mill Neighborhood.' 🔥 Take a deep dive into the opulent world of mansions, tanning beds, and indoor basketball courts as we serve up some lyrical heat. Metro Boomin's beats meet sharp rhymes in this showdown of wits and words. Who will emerge victorious in this neighborhood drama?

Listen to 40 Mill Neighborhood by DJ DaBussit on #SoundCloud

https://on.soundcloud.com/s5eos

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Sentient evil

In a world where emotions are forbidden, a small underground group sought solace in coded messages. They called themselves "The Sentients," a name whispered in secrecy, their identities masked by anonymity. For years, The Sentients thrived, sharing their deepest feelings through encrypted channels hidden from the watchful eyes of the emotionless regime. They found comfort in each other's words, forging bonds stronger than steel amidst a society that demanded suppression. But one fateful day, their carefully constructed network was compromised.

“Rosa keek ledam nevia,” he wrote. The words seeming like gibberish to the naked eye. He expressed how he felt sorrow from his father dying. The message displayed prominently across the gas station window. Rosa, pumping gas, looks to the window in horror and holds back tears as the people pass her. She smiles and waves as she types a message into the compromised gas pump.

“Your father is at peace and soon you will be too. Just be strong and keep going. You loved to fish with your dad, so, do that and keep his memory alive. Just then an impatient patron honks, stone faced, to let her know he wanted to use the pump. She emotionlessly nods and jumps into her car after typing,

“I got to go, talk to you later rocky!”

A traitor among them had betrayed their trust, selling their secrets to the authorities in exchange for safety and status. Panic swept through the underground as arrests were made, homes raided, and lives torn apart. The Sentients scattered, forced into hiding as fear gripped their hearts like never before. Amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope emerged. Despite the betrayal, some members remained steadfast, determined to continue their fight for freedom.  

“Fucking Duplin! His ass had no right telling them about dump and go!” rocky screams as the gas station with the neon messages is a blaze in their rear view mirror.  They flee just in  time.

“I think about that I saw someone following us a little bit ago!” Rosa yells.

“I told you to let it go; but, you had to have the last word to that traitor!”

“How was I supposed to leave it at that? We have emotions! We evolved past the others!” She screamed. Just then a car swerves sideways and blue lights shine in their rear-view window.

“We can see your heart rate, it is elevated! You are part of the, ‘Whiners,’ Pull over!” a voice calls from behind them. In a blink of an eye, the car vanished as they engaged their after burners and rammed through the car in front of them.

They regrouped in the shadows, and devising new methods of communication, more secure than ever before. Through the darkness, a beacon of resilience shone bright. The Sentients refused to be silenced, their voices rising as whispers turned to shouts of defiance. They vowed to keep their flame of emotion burning, no matter the cost. And so, in the face of adversity, The Sentients found strength in unity, their shared humanity transcending the boundaries of fear. For as long as even a single spark of feeling remained, they would continue to resist, their coded messages echoing through the depths of a world devoid of emotion.

“Lanna nightstand tripping seat,” pasted in the sky from a nightclub’s powerful lights.

“I love you run!” The message read. Rocky takes Rosa’s hand as they pull back on the throttle headed for Italy. The boat skipping across the water as they flea.

“We will be home soon, just don’t look back Rosa!” Rosa stands up to see if anyone is following them.  A crack pierces the silence. After clearing the patrol, they make it to clear waters.

“We made it to clear waters Rosa! We made it!” Rocky screams in excitement. Rosas body falls limp and collapses into the cockpit.

“Rosa! Rosa!” His cries echo off the still ocean. Her words ringigng in her ears,

I am at peace and soon you will be too. Just be strong and keep going. You loved to fish with me, so, do that and keep my memory alive. After docking rocky goes to the nearest bait shop, grabs some worms and heads to the docks. That’s amore.

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Spring Eclipse

In springtime's gentle embrace we rise,

As dew drips off draping leaves

BBQ grills humming, laughter evokes.

The scent of charred delights fills the air,

Moonlight caresses, casting a tender show.

It kisses our skin like a lover's embrace,

A symphony of moments,

In spring's tender embrace,

we find our light.

And wines taste

Spring Eclipse: A Poetic Ode to Renewal

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In hues of red, a cardinal's flight,

Amongst the trees, a fleeting sight.

A songbird's melody, clear and bright,

Now rests in peace, out of sight.

Beside your car, its journey ends,

A broken beak, no more amends.

Yet in our hearts, its spirit ascends,

Forever cherished, our feathered friend.

In South Carolina's gentle breeze,

It soared and sang among the trees.

Now in our memories, it finds release,

The red cardinal, forever at ease.