shiloh lane

okay babes it was a writing day, eat up

writing day, here ya go

writing day today, lotsa exposition
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writing dayyyy got a little silly with this one
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SORRY YALL i've been neglecting u so here's my fav bit from the last WEEK of writing
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Screenshot of a text document reading: I think every long foray into contemplating one’s mortality and the part they play in the big, cruel game of life should end in a solid makeout session with a tall, hot, scary warrior lady. But this, alas, has not been my luck thus far. Still, fortunes change, and our kissing rate has gone up by at least two hundred percent in the last twenty-four hours, so there may be hope for me yet. Am I lame for thinking about this? Am I pedestrian and vulgar?

writing day and feeling gay
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Screenshot of a text document that reads: "I guess we’ll go to the city. It makes the most sense. I mean, it’s right there. It’s got stuff in it. It feels like forward motion, going into the city, even though it’ll probably just accelerate our decline. But hey, even if we’re plummeting to our deaths, at least we’re moving on, right?"

writing day yet again babes, please enjoy
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Screenshot of a text document reading: We are free from the glades and their greedy hands, and we are bathed on either side in the competing teal glow of the moon and pink bioluminescence of the sugar-grass around us. I roll my head to the right, and there is Chia. They are lying next to me, arms spread wide, eyes full of the moon and a sort of grim emptiness. They look rather ungrateful to be alive.

writing day todayyy here's my fav bit!
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Screenshot of a text document reading: I feel as though something sinister has taken place within me. There is a heavy sin in my heart, unfamiliar yet undoubtedly mine. Something inside of me has been removed, and something else has taken its place. Something that is not quite wrong yet. The seed of something wicked. I am worse, now, and yet I am grateful to be alive. Curious thing.

today was a writing day so here's my fav bit!
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Screenshot of a text document reading: Something smashes into my stomach in the dark, and it punts the air I’d so carefully saved out of my lungs. My throat opens and closes, a child’s hand begging, Please, please, more, more. And I tell it, Shut up, you’re dying. My chest squeezes in protest. The body likes to breathe, you know.

okay sorry i forgot to post but i wrote saturday and today so here's my fav bit from today!
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Screenshot of a text document that reads: It has been so long since I studied about the biomes outside of the city, and so I did not remember until now, my calves largely submerged in the muck of the bog, that the shiverglades have an instinct to swallow. Magic cannibalizes itself here, homogenizes, pulling in all anima within reach to fuel its insatiable well of ancient energy. You become a part of Eterna, here.

writing day todayy finally back to nyx! here's my fav bit from today
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Screenshot of a text document reading: I close my eyes against the incongruous gloom of the alley walls hugging around me and let myself become enveloped by the tender dream of a love so easy. I allow myself to imagine loving Joel, and being loved by Joel, and not torturing myself with it. I imagine being happy with him. And then I imagine him dying. Because I am sick and yellow with greed and fear, and he is too bright for me to behold. Because this was never what I wanted.

it was NOT a writing day but i decided to finish my cat and joel oneshot so here's my fav bit from today

Screenshot of a text document reading: He doesn’t stop laughing. He lets it constrict his windpipe in that lovely little way it does, and I take it as a benediction from a god I do not yet know. And then, when he can breathe again, he tells me: “Cat, you’re really stupid. You’re a freak, and you scare me, but you’re an idiot more than anything. You know that?” “I do,” I whisper, and I think I almost remember what it feels like to weep.

it was writing day today so here's my fav bit! almost done with this guy
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Screenshot of a text document reading: His lower lip betrays the slightest tremor and his eyes shine with the glorious gloss of pain. I did not want to make him cry. (I did want it. I have always wanted it.) But, now that he maneuvers his gaze above me and struggles to smother his tears before they are born, I feel grateful to have seen it. I lean forward, then, and kiss him, because I am unceasingly cruel. He accepts it, sweet and gracious as a prayer.

happy pride month babes here have some gay angst
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Screenshot of a text document reading: “Casualty” is such a funny word. A word where the injured and the dead add up to the same sum, where the ones who get to live are counted with the ones who do not. There was one death that night, but there were three casualties altogether. How strange to imagine that we were all a part of the same tapestry of tragedy, the same story of a very bad night, when each of us wore that casualty in such different ways.

writing day it's 4am and here's my favv parrttt now i'm gonna go pass out
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i did writing today ugh whatever here it is i'm so tired zzzz

everyone look at this cool art my friend @persephoneangel.bsky.social did of my character chia!!!!

Screenshot of a text document that reads: He places a startlingly firm hand on the nape of my neck, and I am briefly seized by the distinct sense-memory of so many moments spent bracing myself for a partial drowning, before I recognize the gesture as a tender one. Recognizing this casual display of affection, however, only fuels my instinct to recoil. I don’t know how to hold it. I don’t know where to put his kindness. And so, instead, I pull back. Not too rough, or too sudden. But away, back into the safe embrace of my harshest reservations.

it was a writing day today so here's my fav bit from this sesh! from the cat/joel thing again bc i can't get them out of my head
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Screenshot of a text document reading: The room carries a fragrance that is largely neutral, but its ambiance is shot through with the heady sweetness of cocoa butter—that would be Joel—and the sharp floral notes of naturally-derived cleaning products. The sort that I’d always imagined he would use, with biodegradable containers that advertise various essential oils and the merits of organic ingredients. It’s funny, the little benevolences that Joel offers the world. I wonder if they might be enough to offset my more sinister contributions. I wonder if the two of us were created, were brought so nearly together, to fill in each other’s lacking parts. Perhaps Joel was made to hold my goodness, and I his malice. Perhaps neither of us are quite whole.

not a writing day but yet again i dove back into the world of cat being a huge fucking simp so here's my fav bit
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Screenshot of a text document reading: I offer him the most upstanding lilt of my hand, as though I am a fine lady being helped down from a particularly lifted carriage, rather than a murderer climbing through his window. “Well then, how am I to refuse?” I pair the answer with a mouth full of teeth—the only smile I am able to approximate through my carnivorous nature—and he takes it for what it is: a concession. I have lost to him now. I hope he will enjoy the endless absence his victory has earned him.

alright boys (gender neutral) here's my fav bit from today bc it was, as i'm sure you all know by now bc obviously my schedule is super easy to understand for sure for sure, writing day
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Screenshot of a text document that reads: Come, little one, soldier, come and step into my bosom. Climb my spine and bore at my teeth and make music of every part of me. You will need to know the architecture of me before we join together. I would have taught you, by oral tradition, but this is so much better. Take your time, my loves. Take your time before I have you, for I will certainly be taking mine. I will take, and I will take, and I will take everything of you. And I will not, my darlings, be giving it back.

okay writing sesh two even tho it's technically not 5/24 anymore. i stayed up late.
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Screenshot of a text document reading: “How come? We haven’t talked in ages. I’d seriously love to catch up.” This attack is particularly cruel, but I do so delight in hearing the way his tongue slopes and his teeth gently graze the wet inner edge of his lower lip at either end of the word “love”. It isn’t the meaning of the word that thrills me, mind you. I am not so romantic as to allow my heart to lend weight to any phrase of affection. Rather, any soft consonant in his mouth sounds like teeth sinking into soft things, and I can’t shake the pleasant chill it sends through me. Like he might bleed around it. Like I might bleed.

writing twice today bc i was bad and skipped yesterday sooo... here's my fave bit from session 1
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i will literally fucking die before i voluntarily use LLM for anything i can do myself, and i will boycott anything that uses AI until i literally have no other choice. it's not about technology, it's about resource management, and this shit is pointless and killing our planet and creativity.

sorry but since when did a little thing that synthesizes information already available online become "AI"? it's just another random generator. there's no intelligence, no thought. it mashes words together and gives you word soup. fuck that noise.

YouTube video by Hermit's Horrors The Rope

thank you so much @hermitshorrors.bsky.social for doing a wonderful reading of two of my stories, "The Rope" and "I am Looking"!! check out their channel, there's so many cool stories on there!! www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlJv... & www.youtube.com/shorts/bAlT7...

Screenshot of a text document that reads: I suppose it must, because he anoints the night with a bright, “Ha!” His laugh is so lovely, even when it trips out as a clumsy staccato beat such as this. His face curls and ripples around it, heavy and wide and full of life, and it leaves an impression on his lips in the shape of joy that fades slowly and without malice. When something really thrills him and he lets his laugh linger, when he gets lost in it, his mirth tightens around his throat like a garotte, leaving him wheezing and sputtering in delight. It gives off the effect of a hanged man’s hysterics, and I find it endlessly amusing.

it was a writing day so here's my fav bit from this sesh! still working on the cat and joel one-shot
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made this for my tumblr but spent too much time on it not to share it here too fhdk

GOT A FULL MANUSCRIPT REQUEST!!!! just sent it and now i'm gonna throw up <3 #writesky #publishing

Screenshot of a text document that reads: Still, she’s just as normal here as she was on Eterna. Which is to say, partially normal. Satisfactorily average—enough that you don’t ask questions, but not so unexceptional that you don’t think questions. Like: “Hey, why are you fucking gigantic? Like seriously, do you actually need to be that tall? What duties have you been assigned that necessitates that kind of height? Did you evolve like that so you could reach the healthiest leaves at the uppermost levels of the forest canopy? What feat of natural selection prompted this excessive vertical advantage?”

it was a writing day today and i felt like going back to eterna and making it more hostile toward tall people so here u go
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it was a writing day...so the short little cute moment i was writing about 2 side characters from my first book has turned into 1500 words of one man's quest to simp as hard as he can. anyways here's my fav part from today
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