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In a Victorian inspired world of eternal night, transman Owen Rosedown is a Runner - a detective for hire - in the employ of the Knight Hunters and their leader, the handsome but arrogant Lord Aurum Vim-Calyx. After a secretive mission at a ball goes awry, the infuriated Lord Aurum blames Owen, punishing him with temporary exile within the haunted halls of Black Velvet Castle. But when a powerful storm strikes, the infamous vampire god known only as the Scarred Man takes over the castle, intending to kidnap all the inhabitants, and claim Owen for himself. As the other humans fall into despair, Owen resists their captors, turning to his faith in the Goddess for strength, and the shadowed halls of the castle for salvation. Can Owen free them all, or will he surrender to the dark, unspeakable desires of the Goddess’ husband reborn?

THEMES:

captivity

the undead past

class differences

isolation and loneliness

desire and longing

CURRENT STAGE: In progress

LINKS:

@coffeewritesfiction - my main writing blog

CONTENT WARNINGS: Note that these apply to the story as I currently know it

Blood

Death/Murder

Slavery

Attempted Suicide

Rape, mentioned or implied

Victorian-inspired moral values

Okay so clearly I’ve underestimated y'all

So how about we make this more interesting?

Us:

When I made this post, it was supposed to be a joke

I mean, none of my posts ever get more than 20 notes if I’m lucky, so what are the odds of one reaching 666k? Impossible, haha

But then, something happened, something I didn’t expect

People actually began to… like it? And… reblog? And comment?

Before I knew it, my notifications were swarmed with comments after comments after reblogs after comments all on this one post

Then, still in the mindset of this being a joke, I realised I’d made the goal too easy, so I upped the stakes

But… the notes just got more frequent from there

And it started to hit me just what was happening

For a while, I was overwhelmed with a feeling

A feeling I wasn’t used to

It was like… all of a sudden… I mattered…

My existance was actually noteworthy

People actually… cared?

It wasn’t a game anymore, it was a race to assure a stranger on the Internet that they were actually worth something

Hundreds of people all gathering in one online place to help out

Leaving messages and well wishes

Making me smile

Making me laugh

Funny comments

Jokes

Fun facts

Even simple comments

It all suddenly felt so real

This was never a joke to you

This was important

And I won’t let any of that go in vain

So… stay tuned I suppose

I’ll look after myself, and I’ll post proof of it too

I’ll catalogue every time I put my health first

Physical and mental

I’ll acknowledge my bad days and celebrate my good days

But most of all

I won’t forget this

Any of this

Ever

(Tagging all the people in that screenshot)