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[starkemaus]

Consider this a Writeblr reintroduction!

relevy -> StarkeMaus or "Maus"

After a traumatic doxing by fascists I'm shifting my pen name to something oddly even more personal than my initials. Maus was given to me as an infant by my Oma. Starke Maus has been my gamer tag from time immemorial as an homage. I have the strength of a mouse as a friend once said in a dream and so do my stories. Unexpected, cheeky, persistent, and gay as hell.

I've been back to Tumblr consistently for a few months and I'm looking to grow my mutuals in the writing community again since so many of my old pals are AWOL.

So tell me about your WIPS! Drop a comment or a like and let's connect writing community :) please share so others can find me and I them!

I'm the creator of Tales From The Ridge (a space western audio drama), author of Rivers of Eden (a sapphic Midwest Gothic Horror novella) and The Witchlit Project (a witchy short story anthology), as well as numerous ongoing projects. By trade I'm a ghost writer and game narrative designer. My current WIP is "Something Wicked" a vampire x vampire hunter, mlm, medieval zombie apocalypse story!

[starkemaus]

Another chapter of Something Wicked done. 👏 If you're a freak who likes vampire x vampire hunter, mlm, medieval zombie apocalypse stories you can read it on my patreon

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Raphael licked his lips. “It seems as if you are still trying to decide on whether or not to kill me, Leon.”

“You evaded my question.”

“As did you.”

Leon slowly peeled off his boots, laying back on the bed with a deep sigh. His eyes fluttered shut, dark lashes brushing the freckles of stardust across his cheeks. The only sound in the room the hushed snap of embers in the hearth. Raphael spoke barely above a whisper.

“Why did you do it?”

The question lingered in the air for a long while before Leon answered.

“When I was a boy,” Leon’s hands folded together over his chest, eyes still shut. “My older brother and I were placed in the care of the clergy in an orphanage. It was a cruel place and we were often hungry.”

Raphael stared into the flames as Leon’s voice drifted over him, imagining the man as a child felt almost impossible.

“My brother was too strong-willed to see me suffer and determined to give me the skills I needed to survive. He snuck us out one night, after chores, to the woods behind the monastery. So proud to show me the snares he had placed that morning.” Leon paused, drawing in a breath as if to sustain himself. “He had caught a rabbit. I can still see it when I close my eyes. Tiny thing, more starved than we were, eyes white-wide with terror. He wanted me to wring its neck, like mother had taught him to do with geese.”

Leon opened his eyes. Even at this distance, in the dimming light of the fire, Raphael’s sharp gaze could see the glittering hazel there.

“I freed it.”

Raphael waited for Leon to continue, but he did not. “Was your brother angry?”

Leon gave a sad, quiet laugh. “No.”

Raphael had to look away from the broken Paladin, his once magical hammers resting against the side of the bed, abandoned obelisks of carved stone. A spell of silence fell over the two men, a sacred and unspoken stillness neither of them broke for a long while. Leon rolled to face the wall, his breath slowing and deepening with approaching sleep. Raphael counted the heavy beats of his heart, the thump of a distant drum in his ears. Then, as if to himself, Leon murmured.

“You reminded me of the rabbit,” 

[starkemaus]

Her name sounds so light on your lips.

Honey still clinging to your tongue.

Mine rings like a joke.

Or weighs heavy in your hand.

You don't take pictures of me anymore.

If you only knew how my fingers twine

tightly around themselves,

wishing for yours in the gap.

[ariesrin]

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

[laterkiss]

*flirting* are you ever repulsed by ur desires

[patheticperipatetic]

Im gonna take my N64 and go live in the woods

[weepingwidar]

Nicko Cecchini (Canadian, d.o.b. unknown) - Defensive Measures (2026)

[mithartu]

i don't ship them i just think they could get ragebaited into having sex with each other

[starkemaus]

Serving soft butch looks at the DnD session.

[ducissatenebrarum]

Pendant in the shape of a skull in polychrome enameled gold, Germany. circa. 1630.

[hollybailey]

Kesh Angels: The Female Biker Gangs of Marrakesh (Photos by Hassan Hajjaj)

[requiem-on-water]

“The Sorrows of Satan” (1926) film still | dir. by D. W. Griffith | A cinematic image immortalized through Bauhaus’ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” (1979) cover artwork.

[dk-thrive]

“The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, Talking on the Water: Conversations about Nature and Creativity (Trinity University Press, October 11, 2016) (via Alive on All Channels)

[txttletale]

speaking of hedging, one criticism i always hate that's often levelled against people doing media criticism or analysis is variations on "oh they think all their opinions are correct" yeah i'd hope so--don't understand why someone would hold an opinion they think is wrong! i hate the culture of endlessly qualifying everything you say to mollify an interlocutor who feels like your strongly held opinion is an imposition on their free will and i think nobody ought to bend to it. make your criticisms and points with your fucking chest. if you think you need my permission to disagree with me then you will die my thrall and be buried in my tomb

[digitaldiscipline]

This is the 85 year old creator of Roger Rabbit:

[tearlessrain]

what companies who sell you anti aging stuff don't want you to know is that if you're chill about aging, your perception of attractiveness changes as you get older. there is no "wall" where you suddenly become ugly and unfuckable because in my experience what actually happens is you get into your thirties and suddenly realize that people in their thirties are hot as fuck and the "flaws" that the beauty industry wants you to panic about are a feature not a bug, and based on the std statistics in nursing homes I don't really expect that trajectory to change.

[southernsp00ki3s]