sideblog of a sideblog for @space-writes because im temporarily shadowbanned | a.l. thorne, they/he, writer of queer fantasy and erotica, both fanfic and original-flavour. follows from @thespacelizard. tag & ask game friendly! this blog mostly runs on a queue
hello (again) writeblr! i decided to make a new intro that has all my current wips on it, since i have way more than when i first started out on here.
about me
I go by Space, my pronouns are they/he, and I’m in my third decade of existence, which is absolutely wild. I’ve been writing for most of it, so I like to think I’m pretty decent
I write mostly fantasy and erotica (sometimes at the same time), both original and fanfiction, and all of it's queer
You can find my work on my AO3 here, crossposted to my neocities here, and under my snippets tag
I’m open to tag and ask games, and my inbox is currently open to anything as well. I don’t always reply the fastest, but I’ll get to it eventually! (I don’t take part in chain asks, so please don’t send me them)
I use obsidian.md for all my writing, and it’s my favourite notes app ever, so I also talk about that occasionally. The tag for it is here, and I’m hoping to write some more showcases/tutorials this year!
my main goal is to actually finish some damn books and also to inflict my OC brainrot upon people. so far the second one is the only thing that’s actually happened, but i live in hope
My current wips are Chronicles of Valloroth (Renegade Prince being book one), Obedience, Obsession, and claws—summaries and links for all four are under the cut!
this is my writing sideblog, you can find my main @thespacelizard, and i follow/like from there
tag directory is here
current wips
Chronicles of Valloroth
⚔ Genre: Fantasy Adventure
⚔ Features: Queer cast, found family, A Whole Entire Dragon, magical mishaps, The Mere Concept of Doing The Right Thing, a grumpy assassin, a sparkly mercenary, knock-off tieflings, a handsome prince (he’s gay), more banter than your average dungeons and dragons campaign
⚔ Status: Book One: First draft completed, re-drafting in-progress || Books Two & Three: outlined
⚔ One Sentence Summary (Book One): A runaway prince seeks freedom in a new world and must find a way to convince a rag-tag group to defeat an ancient dragon, all whilst he is being hunted by a band of mercenaries and an infamous assassin.
⚔ Series Tag: valloroth blogging
claws
🩸 Genre: Queer Horror
🩸 Features: teacher/student relationship (university edition), toxic romance, gender fuckery, broken identity, demonology, murder, self-harm, obsession, stalking, infidelity, a lot of blood, pact-based magic system, corruption, jealousy, eldritch entities, love is a wound, body horror, attempted suicide, and a little bit of arachnophilia
🩸 Status: First draft complete!
🩸 One Sentence Summary: A young student’s obsession with his demonology teacher sparks a twisted romance that draws him to the limits of his humanity—and into the web of an eldritch horror.
💜 Features: a variety of BDSM scenarios, one closed off wizard dom, one enthusiastic nerdy sub, weird uses for dnd spells, a painful amount of pining, somehow; worldbuilding, emotional slow burn, as much self indulgence as I can possibly fit in a fanfic series
💜 Status: Arcs 1-3 are complete (read on AO3 here, or my neocities here). The first book of Arc 4, The Perils of Wanting is currently in edits. The second book of Arc 4, as yet untitled, is on its second draft.
💜 One Sentence Summary: A D/s M/M series featuring two wizard boys, the kinky magic they get up to, and the feelings they definitely don’t have for each other.
💜 Series Tag: obedience fic blogging (it began on my main, so the tag there has more snippets)
Obsession
🕷 Genre: War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms fanfiction, also Erotica, Horror and a smidge of Dark Romance
🕷 Features: OC/canon, a nightmare transmasc wizard boy, obsession, stalking, jealousy, violent impulses, dubious consent, possessiveness, evil gender dysphoria, incest, gore, the inherent horror of Having a Body, and occasionally actual school things happening at Sorcere
🕷 Status: Ongoing serial, which you can read on AO3 here, or my neocities here
🕷 One Sentence Summary: Pharaun Mizzrym is everything to Vizaeth Thaezyr. He’ll do anything for him—even if Pharaun doesn’t know it yet.
🕷 Series Tag: obsession fic blogging (it also began on my main, so check the tag there for additional content!)
i have been un shadowbanned! if you only followed me here, normal operations will be resuming over on @space-writes but i'll be keeping this blog just in case. you know. it happens again
Here are some snippets from the Magician and Ms. Psychic. I think it's interesting that all these words happened to be from scenes with the mayor. I love his dynamic with April, so I'm more than happy with the excuse to share some of it here with y'all.
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“Magician.” The mayor drew in a shaky breath, and he spared a sideways glance in my direction. “You… you don’t really want to kill—”
“Mind your own damn business, Tommy.” I interrupted him with a sharp glare.
“But Ms. Psychic—”
“Zip it!” I stomped my foot. “Last I checked, she was my nemesis. What happens between us is none of your business.”
nowhere
“Would you care to explain these?” I pointed at the ground.
Tommy frown down at the spikes. “What about them?”
“Your council approved of this shit.” I nudged a spike with the toe of my boots for emphasis. “Why?”
“We needed a way to discourage people from loitering here.” His gaze trailed uncomfortably from the spikes to the busy street and back to me. “It’s not safe.”
“Do you really think people were hanging out here by choice?”
He didn’t respond.
“People only hang out in this kind of place if they have nowhere better to go,” I said. “This bridge used to be one of the few good places to escape from the wind and rain and shit, and now it’s ruined.”
never
I plopped down into the seat next to Mayor Redwood with a drawn out sigh. “You think I’m scary, right?”
Mayor Redwood squirmed in his seat. “Of course.” Normally his unconvincing tone would have tempted me to commit a bone related crime, but all it did was make me feel worse.
“Of course,” I echoed bitterly. I slumped down further in my seat. “You think I’m a shitty supervillain too.”
Redwood gulped. “I never said—”
“You didn’t have to say anything,” I interrupted. “It’s like… way too obvious.” I slapped my hand on the table, frustrated. “I mean… my own nemesis ran off to fight another supervillain and left me with this fucking kid.”
“I’m a teenager,” Hermes corrected.
I threw up my hands in exasperation. “That’s not better!”
neat
I fell into the chair next to Tommy. My hands moved across the table almost unconsciously, gathering up the cards into a neat pile.
“Hey.” I set the cards on the table and leaned forwards on both elbows. “Can I ask for your advice on something?”
“Of course.” Tommy nodded. “What is it?”
I scooted my chair a little closer to him. “My girlfriend wants me to meet her dad.”
He leaned in a little closer. “That’s good, right?”
“I don’t know!” I threw up my hands in exasperation. “I’ve never been with someone who wanted me to meet their family before.”
I'll tag @oh-no-another-idea, @dontjudgemeimawriter, @janaedonim, @enchanted-lightning-aes, and anyone else who sees this and wants to play.
Tagged by @chauceryfairytales way back when--thank you! These are from Invisible Girl.
Pot:
The cook nearest pointed to a tray with a stack of tin cups and a small coffeepot. Intrigued, Velia followed the porter around the outside corridor of the car and through the first freight car. At the far door, the porter apologized and stepped back to let someone pass.
“Sorry sir, didn’t see you there.”
“Don’t let it bother you another moment,” said the man in the fedora.
Coat:
“Wonderful,” Paris muttered, and bent to drag Antonio away. Velia focused on the figure climbing through the window—they were wearing a long black overcoat and a scarf wrapped around their head so only their eyes were visible. Well, Velia still had the upper hand, since none of her was.
Mark:
Sighing, she left her latest mark to go hunt down a handkerchief.
Bloody hands left her slightly handicapped—handprints could be traced, sticky fingers got stuck to fabrics. Luckily, most gentlemen carried handkerchiefs in their outer breast pockets, and Velia took two before she remembered there was a reason beyond entertainment behind those steals.
She slumped down in the backseat of a cable car to staunch her nosebleed.
Outside:
The train’s departure from Chicago found Velia on the caboose, standing outside with the scenery shrinking before her. Two crew men resided inside, talking amongst themselves; if they’d been able to see her, all they would’ve spotted was a respectable young girl in a faded maroon coat, enjoying the view.
Occasionally people would spot the train and wave. A man driving a wagon down the road parallel to the tracks. A pair of siblings, no older than twelve, running until they couldn’t keep up anymore and were left behind.
Context for those who might want it: Velia is invisible to anyone who doesn't care for her :)
@mrbexwrites @hd-literature @inkovert @thewritingcoroner @dogmomwrites and anyone else who'd like to search for the words blade, broken, bargain, and brave.
I was tagged by @wintherlywords whose snippet can be read over here
This is from the end of Act II of Limbo, aptly titled Denial (next act is Anger)
The look on Lindsay's face, for all I could see, was no longer the playful smile I had grown accustomed to. It wasn't even quite her face. It was the sickening grin of a bare skull, only barely concealed by a human mask.
"You're dead, Jackie. And this—" She gestured with a hand that seemed to be more bone than flesh. "— this is what you always wanted, isn't it? Proof that ghosts exist. Too bad," she simpered mockingly, "you don't get to tell anyone else. Not that it matters, does it?"
I saw it at last as she held it level to my eyes. The sharpness I had felt each time, too close to see it before. Never was it a knife in my guts, never a razor to my throat.
It was always a sickle.
"You know the old saying, Jackie. Dead men tell no tales."
Tagging @songsofsomnia @miyazakira623 @thegrindingwheel @writeahurricane @littleladymab and open tag for anyone who wants to show off
Thank you @oh-no-another-idea for the tag! I have had the most incredible bout of writing success this weekend and can't believe I'm really down to editing the final scene of the first chapter. Sharing my favourite run-on sentence to celebrate!
Alone in the secluded stone chamber he had requisitioned off the main camp, the Commander put himself to work - making notes on their skirmish, updating their shrinking supply list to account for the used ammunition, re-organising watch rotations after striking off the names of the dead - but his decades-honed discipline was beginning to crack under the strain of the day, and more than once he caught himself frozen, quill dripping ink onto his map, as he imagined the scene that might be playing out in a even now in the nearby cave. How much time would it reasonably take her to find and speak to their leader? And how long after to send him word? He could not guess; and, he reminded himself fiercely, ought not to try.
The next sound to come from the lordling’s mouth was a screech of pain as Zatar’s fist slammed into his forearm. Bone snapped, erupting from the once unblemished skin. The fine bronze rapier dropped from Tizanush’s hand. Without so much as a second glance, Zatar caught it, its sharp tip pointed upwards. He thrust the blade under the young man’s jaw, through his palate and into his skull. The thin blade snapped off in the lordling's brain cavity as his body slumped to the ground. Zatar stood, broken sword in hand. His expression was unchanged, his upper lip curled in disgust.
Tagging @winterandwords, @gaslightgallows, @roach-pizza, @abalonetea, @vintagetypewriter, and open!
These are from Spin Cylinder (Noah's POV) and I PROMISE I'm doing this on Sunday but I'm queueing it so it'll show up when it shows up...
The recessed rainfall showerhead has its own temperature control that lets me set it cooler than the other jets and a sensory memory jolts me back to walking away from bodies in an alleyway on our last night before we came here.
You, slicing a stranger’s wrist into a river of scarlet. Smashing the back of his skull with wet cracking thuds against the cobblestones. Kneeling over him and kissing me while I cut his throat. And later, at the apartment we'd rented. You, breathless with need, begging for pain with fire in your eyes and whispered pleas.
Tagging @revenantlore, @thegreatobsesso, @pertinax--loculos and @drabbleitout if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.
Also...the Spin Cylinder tag list is now open for when I start posting chapters! Yell if you want on it 💙
Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.
Thanks to @frostedlemonwriter and @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tags!
📝 Share a line from your WIP with no context.
This is from Name From Nowhere...
The machine is so full of secrets that even its moving parts are often unaware of their purpose.
Tagging @sergeantnarwhalwrites, @starbuds-and-rosedust, @starscribes and @sunset-a-story if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💗
Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.
Did you know that Obsidian has tags? You do now! Here’s the basics of how to use them.
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You can use tags in two places: in the body of your note, and in the properties.
You write them in the editor #likethis
You can add them in the properties sidebar by clicking add property, and then selecting the ‘tags’ property. Type your tag, then hit enter, and you’ll end up with something similar to this:
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You can also add them into the frontmatter inside the note. In that case, they should look like this, as a list:
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Some key points:
You can’t have spaces between the words, so if you want spaces, you’ll need to use underscores, hyphens, or some other way of separating the words.
You can use alphabetical letters, numbers, underscores, hyphens, and forward slashes in your tags - however, they can’t only be numbers, you need to have at least one non-numerical character.
You can nest tags with slashes, e.g. #character and #character/main which is useful for organising things.
Tags are case insensitive, so #tag and #TAG are identical.
You can search for tags! (see this post for search basics).
That’s the basics of using tags. There are loads of ways you can decide to utilise them in your notes, so if you have an interesting setup, please share!
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📝 Share a first line from your WIP. I can be the first line in the whole thing, a first chapter line, or any other first that works for you.
This is the first line from Spin Cylinder (Brett's POV)...
Five-thirteen in the morning and I’m frozen awake by you standing with your back to me, refusing to turn around.
Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks, @pertinax--loculos, @revenantlore and @rickie-the-storyteller if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.
Also...the Spin Cylinder tag list is now open for when I start posting chapters! Yell if you want on it 💙
Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.
Filling out an ancient tag from @druidx -- thank you! Here's something I wrote today...oooh the drama 😁
Jack made a frustrated noise. “Your brother can say it, why can’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Why,” Jack said carefully, “Are you so afraid to love me?”
No pressure tags for anyone who wants to share, and also @revenantlore @kitsandkats-writing @late-to-the-fandom @littleperilstories and @fayeiswriting <3
📝 Share the last line you added to a WIP (or a last chapter line, or the last line you edited, or the last whatever works for you)
This is my last editing line from Spin Cylinder (Noah's POV)...
Silence settles around us like comfort and it’s another one of those moments out of time when we could almost be real people if it wasn’t for the blood on our hands.
Tagging @oh-no-another-idea, @romances-not-tragedies, @sam-glade and @sarandipitywrites if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.
Also...the Spin Cylinder tag list is now open for when I start posting chapters! Yell if you want on it 💙
Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.
