I’m so behind schedule with my writing… I was supposed to be posting the fables already and I haven’t even finished writing them.
Shame on me
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I’m so behind schedule with my writing… I was supposed to be posting the fables already and I haven’t even finished writing them.
Shame on me
Wicked Heart in search of Redemption
So... I'm finally back with Wicked Heart. I know it's been too long, and I promise I didn't intend to take this long, but I don't really know why this took me so long.
I hope you enjoy the ride and see you next week!
reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years
To the Start of a Beautiful Life
And with this, we come to an end.
The fifth and last episode of A Beautiful Life, and with it, a very happy moment in my memory, because I really liked this story, I ended up falling for the characters, and overall, I can't be more thrilled about falling so hard for writing Sminty, she's quite a complicated character to write and I finally ended up liking her in a way I couldn't get to while writing her in another universe.
So, thank you again for reading and staying til the end. Once again, an apology because this week was beyond hectic and didn't let me edit the text, so you're having it almost raw, because I edited some things while I was still writing.
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A toast to a Beautiful Life
This has been posted since yesterday, but didn't have the time to post it here, so without further ado, the fourth episode of A Beautiful Life.
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In this episode:
The girls face the quiet aftermath of loss, the kind that forces hard conversations and impossible truths. Old feelings resurface at the worst possible time, relationships wobble under the weight of what’s unspoken, and love is tested by distance, timing, and fear. Some people step closer, others step away, and a few realise that standing still isn’t an option anymore.
A Bottle of Wine is about the painful pause before change — when everything feels fragile, everything matters, and one honest moment can alter the shape of the future.
wip wednesday | Kyranade
I promise I’m still working on this fic shdndbdb I’m still insane about these two I promise. Anyways, here’s a little snippet :) hope u enjoyyyy <3
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A Wonderful Life gets flavored with a pinch of salt.
Still Friday and freshly edited, so here is the third and new episode of A Beautiful Life, hope you enjoy the reading.
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In this episode:
Everything is emotionally fragile, communication is optional, and grief absolutely refuses to be polite.
The girls are stretched thin by distance, ambition, and feelings nobody wants to name. Love gets messier, timing gets worse, and one devastating phone call shakes everything that felt even remotely stable. A Packet of Salt is about the moments that sting just enough to keep everything raw — preserving heartbreak, truth, and love exactly as they are.
Five Phrase Friday.
I know it’s certainly more than five, but couldn’t help myself, hopefully I’ll be able to start posting that Threebones soon, now that I’m halfway through the writing.
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“Aye,” Bonnie whispered. “The wildfire.” The room felt thicker suddenly, like air holding its breath. “And Bones felt it,” Bonnie said, her voice trembling. “Across the storm she was riding, across the Hunt’s call, across the tearing and the hollowing and everything she had become.”
Elle’s eyes widened, shining with fever and awe.
“She felt Paige remember,” Bonnie said, “and she ran. Left the storm unfinished. Left the Hunt mid‑ride. Eyes blazing brighter than lightning — not river-soft, not gentle — but storm‑ridden, splitting with thunder.”
Elle whispered, “Did Paige know she was coming?”
“Aye,” Bonnie said. “Because some flames are too ancient to hide.”
She touched Elle’s cheek. “But remembering… remembering put them both in danger.”
Elle shivered. “Even though she was… part of the Hunt now?”
Bonnie nodded slowly. “Because magic like theirs doesn’t die. Not even when riders do.”
WIP Wednesday... or why I'm so utterly lost reading guilty pleasures.
So, I'm finally off to a long, well-deserved weekend, and I'm starting it with a sneak peek of the next episode of A Beautiful Life.
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In London, Gothy’s world broke at the worst possible time. She was in Ally’s rented flat — warm lighting, soft laughter, half-dressed, his hands at her waist, the kind of quiet intimacy she never admitted she craved — when her phone buzzed on the nightstand: Aunt Lily.
She answered with a smile. The smile vanished in seconds. Her heart dropped somewhere around her stomach. She sat up fast, then stood even faster, the duvet falling, her hair a mess, panic flooding her expression.
“Oh my God… oh my God—Aunt Lil—has someone told Cal?!” her voice cracked mid-syllable.
“No,” Lily whispered on the line. “I… I didn’t know how she’d take it. I didn’t want her to be alone when she heard.”
Gothy’s breath hitched. Her eyes blurred. “I’ll find her,” she said. “I’ll find her right now.”
She hadn’t realised she was shaking until Ally gently took the phone out of her hand. She hadn’t realised she was crying until she felt his arms around her. She pressed her face into his chest — not dainty tears, but silent, chest-breaking sobs she hadn’t let loose in years.
He held her like he’d been built for it, stroking her hair, grounding her, whispering, “Just breathe. I’m right here.”
When she finally pulled back, wiping her cheeks roughly, she said hoarsely, “I have to find my sister.”
“I’m coming,” Ally said immediately.
There was no discussion. No hesitation. He grabbed his coat, hers, her bag, their keys, and followed her into the cold night.
Six Sentence Sunday… now you know…
This is from A Beautiful Life, so I hope you enjoy it.
And yes, again it’s way more than six.
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Their fight was brutal — not loud, not violent, but made of the kind of sentences you wish you could swallow before they escape.
And when Naomy stormed out with practiced German poise, Sminty let her go.
It was hours after the curtain call.
The hall was empty.
The noise had died.
Sminty had torn through every corridor, every stairwell, every backstage corner until she finally found Naomy in one of the dressing rooms — lights dimmed, chair pulled to the far corner, head bowed over trembling hands.
Naomy Robin was crying.
Not loudly.
Not messily.
Not dramatically.
She cried like someone who had been taught never to fall apart but simply couldn’t hold the pieces anymore — sharp breaths, rigid shoulders, fury bottled under the surface like a fault line.
Sminty froze in the doorway, throat closing.
“Naomy,” she whispered.
Naomy sat up straight instantly, wiping her face with the back of her hand, posture stiffening into anger.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Sminty stepped inside anyway. “You’re leaving in the morning,” she said, voice raw. “I just wanted to talk—”
“To talk?” Naomy repeated, voice near‑breaking. “Cal, the only time you want to ‘talk’ is when you want to win.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes,” Naomy snapped, standing abruptly, “it is. You don’t talk to fix things, you talk to make things my fault.”
Sminty flinched.
It landed because it was true.
Naomy’s breath shook. “My aunt is in the hospital. My mother needs help. My family is falling apart. And you—” she bit the inside of her cheek, holding the tears back by force— “you made today about you.”
Sminty stepped forward. “I didn’t mean—”
“You made me feel guilty,” Naomy continued, “for going home. For wanting to be with my family. You asked me if I was choosing them over you.”
Six Sentence Sunday
Ehh this is wild lol
Cw: Smut. MINORS DNI.
My oh my!!!!!
A Beautiful Life is lived with bread to share.
Very late, and just because my very obsessive mind didn't let me postpone this any longer, I'm posting -and with it changing the posting schedule- for A Beautiful Life, so here is the second chapter for your reading.
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Kate tries to survive Political Sciences while rooming with the world’s most intimidating overachiever; Zahirah enters dance school and meets a girl who moves like a panther and ruins her ability to function; Sminty storms Guildhall like a feral supermodel in training and accidentally develops an obsession she swears isn’t a crush; and Gothy becomes a fashion prodigy with existential crises, glitter, and more opinions than sleep hours.
Their lives start to rise— like bread— warm, unpredictable, and absolutely refusing to stay the same.
Fandoms: Rupaul's Drag Race UK, Rupaul's Drag Race UK vs. the World, Drag Race Germany, Drag Race Sverige.
Relationships: Platonic relationships and established ones.
Rating: General Audience
Content Warnings: It has mentions of trauma due to child neglect; also references to consensual sexual activity.
Summary of the Fic:
A Beautiful Life follows Kate, Zahirah, Sminty, and Gothy, whose lives entwine through friendship, ambition, heartbreak, and second chances. From childhood to chaotic university beginnings and the first real steps into adulthood, they navigate love that grows, breaks, and rebuilds; careers that demand everything; and families made by choice as much as by blood.
Each episode marks a shift — joy, loss, distance, return — as they learn how to let go, how to try again, and how to choose the people who choose them back. By the end, their paths intersect in a celebration of change, healing, and the quiet miracle of finding a place and a person to call home.
A Beautiful Life is lived with bread to share.
Very late, and just because my very obsessive mind didn't let me postpone this any longer, I'm posting -and with it changing the posting schedule- for A Beautiful Life, so here is the second chapter for your reading.
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Kate tries to survive Political Sciences while rooming with the world’s most intimidating overachiever; Zahirah enters dance school and meets a girl who moves like a panther and ruins her ability to function; Sminty storms Guildhall like a feral supermodel in training and accidentally develops an obsession she swears isn’t a crush; and Gothy becomes a fashion prodigy with existential crises, glitter, and more opinions than sleep hours.
Their lives start to rise— like bread— warm, unpredictable, and absolutely refusing to stay the same.
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WIP Whursday... almost Friday, actually.
So... I think I got back the inspiration to keep working on the ThreeBones that I've started some months back, and here we have a little excerpt from it.
Enjoy the reading and let me know what you think.
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“And then,” Bonnie continued, “they ran.”
Elle’s whole body leaned forward. “Ran?”
“Ran,” Bonnie confirmed. “Not walked. Not tiptoed. Ran. Like a river breaking its banks. Like a cloud that’s held storm too long and finally lets go. They ran through the Gate hand in hand, Paige’s breath turning to silver ribbons behind her, Bones’ bells ringing in wild counterpoint.”
Elle was breathless now, as caught in the story as Paige was in the running.
“What did it feel like?” she whispered.
“Like waking up,” Bonnie said simply. “Paige felt the magic of the in‑between — foxfire curling around their ankles, stars so bright they left trails when you blinked, the air humming with old spells and older memories. And she felt something else.”
“What else?”
Bonnie hesitated long enough for Elle to frown. “Something growing between them,” she said finally. “A magic they didn’t have a name for yet. A magic they couldn’t name, even if they’d wanted to — because naming something makes it real. And real things are easier for the Hunt to steal.”
Elle’s voice shrank to a whisper. “Was it… good magic?”
Bonnie’s eyes glimmered, soft as embers under ash. “The best kind,” she murmured. “The kind that keeps you tethered when everything else tries to pull you apart.”
Elle bit her lip, thinking so hard her brow wrinkled. Then, with the unfiltered honesty only children carry, she whispered, “It sounds like… love.”
Bonnie’s rocking stilled for a heartbeat — just long enough for the room to feel the pause.
When she spoke again, her voice had changed: gentler, deeper, wrapped in something old and careful. “Sometimes,” she said, stroking Elle’s hair, “two souls hear the same song before they know the words. And they keep following that sound, through frost and fog and fear, until the world shows them what to call it.”
Elle blinked, breath catching at the edges. “So… was that them?”
Bonnie smiled — not confirming, not denying, only weaving safety around the truth. “It was the kind of magic that grows when two hearts remember each other,” she said. “Even when they shouldn’t. Even when they can’t name it.”
Elle whispered, “That sounds like love too.”
Bonnie kissed the top of her head. “Then perhaps that’s your word for it,” she smiled tenderly. “As they ran,” Bonnie continued, “the cold around Bones changed. It softened, retreating from the warmth of Paige’s grip. The shadow that bent wrong flickered — uncertain — as if deciding whether to be hers or the Hunt’s. Bones’ steps grew steadier. Her breath quickened to match Paige’s. And the bells braided in her hair — bells that usually rang in the pitch of storms — rang instead like laughter.”
“That’s pretty,” Elle murmured.
“It was,” Bonnie agreed. “It was very pretty. And very rare.”
A Beautiful Life starts with a basket to fill.
So, here we are, as promised, and because the season just ended, I'm sharing the first episode of A Beautiful Life, my second work of 2026, and a story that started with pairing ideas and became alive with the weirdest way to get a prompt.
In this episode...
Kate meet Zahirah the same day she moved from the Philippines to England, in the same way her cousins Sminty and Gothy meet her too, time passes, and they become family in a way.