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Your Inner Child

If your Romanus could say something to their past selves, what would it be? Would it change depending on their origin, or would it be something unifying across all three walks of life?

And j...

Inspiration Needed

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Honestly, I'm hitting a block when it comes to this month's bonus content. I wrote, erased, and re-wrote two short stories that are just not coming together. It's ...

Sneak Peek

Was it an honest stutter or a Freudian slip? 🤔

Hadrian's gaze softens. "Thank you, lo—" He coughs. "Thank you, ${Name}."

You cock your head at his flushed cheeks. Wha...

Of Brushes and Needles — Alain & Ysabella

You walk across a wide, expansive bedroom chamber with ceilings almost as high as a cathedral and tapestries more expensive than all the decor of Tarragona's commoners put together. 

Bar of Soap — Lance & Vallen (Mature)

Blue hair spills over your palms.

It's soaked in water, the strands clumped together in the kind of undulating weighty mass that hairs do when they're wet. The universal smell of soap fills t...

Of Blood and Stars — Hadrian & Alessa

The trail is narrowed and obscured beneath a fresh coat of shrubbery, but your feet follow it with a grace born from years of practice. 

Alessa is not far behind.&n...

Progress Report

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March is ending, giving way to April, and Spring will finally hold the brush that paints over the world.

As flowers and green push the grey of winter aside, I'm almost&...