a.l. thorne, they/them, 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. (banner art by @rukafais)
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/them, 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.
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 (Crowned 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: second draft complete|| Book Two: rough draft complete || Book Three: outlining
⚔ 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 complete! (you can read it all here.) The second book of Arc 4, A Question of Trust, is on its fourth draft/in revisions.
💜 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!)
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The breath on the back of Ashenivir’s neck shifted, and he knew Rizeth was awake. At first he only lay there, for the moment felt fragile as glass, such that the slightest movement might shatter it. Then Rizeth’s lips pressed lightly to his shoulder, a touch so tentative it made his heart ache, and he rolled over.
“Hello,” he whispered, which conjured a faint smile. Rizeth traced the line of his jaw with his knuckles.
“Good morning.”
Ashenivir started to lean forwards, then paused. “Can…can I kiss you?”
Hardly had he finished asking before Rizeth’s mouth captured his in reply. His arms went around Rizeth’s neck as their legs tangled, the nearness of their bodies sending a shiver through him; desire and relief and a frightened need to cling on tight, lest all that lay beneath his hands go up in smoke. He rolled over, pulling Rizeth atop him, but before he could get further than that, Rizeth drew away.
“We need to talk.”
“Can’t we just pretend it didn’t happen?” Ashenivir tried to pull him back into the kiss, but he resisted. “That I wasn’t stupid and you weren’t upset, and—”
Rizeth put a thumb to his lips. “No, xi’hum. We cannot.”
I sure am glad these two characters cannot be anything close to normal with each other. Yeah, it’s terrible for their mental health and a lot of people have gotten hurt or worse because of it. But damn, it is so entertaining to watch, so I kind of want them to just keep going.
Original Work | E | Superhero/Supervillain | Wordcount 3414
Tags: Blackmail, Power Imbalance, Age Gap, Noncon, Gags, Restraints, Vaginal Sex
Summary:
Erin ‘Nightingale’ Satake got her powers the day she turned 17. One year and a viral video later, she’s finally taking the step from wannabe to bonafide superhero.
Then she gets a message. From someone who knows her real name. And if she doesn’t meet them, soon the whole world will know exactly who she is and she’ll have a target on her back for the rest of her life.
One abandoned warehouse. One freshly-minted superhero. One S-tier supervillain. What could possibly go wrong?
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My Dear Nightingale – unless you would like the name Erin Satake in the hands of every journalist in the country come morning, you’ll pay me a midnight visit at the coordinates below. Oh, and I’d advise you not to involve any of your caped friends—a mass-unmasking is a terrible thing to carry on one’s record. I’d hate for it to mar yours.
Erin looked up from the glow of her phone to the dark, boxy shape of the warehouse looming before her. She’d read the anonymous email countless times. Deleted it, restored it, deleted it again, then pulled it out of the trash one last time to copy the coordinates into her maps app. It was a hoax. It had to be a hoax—one of her ‘caped friends’ playing a stupid prank. She’d walk into the creepy abandoned building and find the whole team there waiting to tell her gullible was written on the ceiling.
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Forgotten Realms | E | Niamh/Invari | Wordcount 1459
Tags: F/F, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Light Knifeplay, fucking on the altar
Summary:
In which Niamh worships on Glasya’s altar.
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It’s always easy to slip away from her party in a city. Ameshe loses herself in the largest library, Mordecai in the seediest tavern—or bloodiest fighting pit, if he can sniff one out—and Niamh is left to her own devices until such time as her services are required again. They perhaps aren’t as close as some crews are, but the arrangement works, and more importantly, it allows her to seek out Glasya’s temples without being interrogated about it.
Niamh descends the stairs in silence, accompanied only by the fading thud of the trapdoor and the dancing shadows of flickering torchlight. Of all the temples she’s visited, this one, buried beneath an unassuming alchemist’s shop in the Trades Ward of Waterdeep, holds a special place in her heart. Not because it’s better than any of the others—certainly there are more elaborate enclaves of diabolical devotion out there—but because it’s where she made her pact.
La morte mi trovera vivo ("Death Will Find Me Alive")
Word Count: ~3,600
CWs: mind control, possession, whump, murder, cannibalism, noncon
Day 3 for @unwholesomeocweek—Necrophilia/Corruption/Power Imbalance
Archaeologist Ilienna Vivaldi hasn't been the same since the accident took her memories. Though surrounded by supportive colleagues, she frets over what was lost. Perhaps she should have worried more about the space that was left behind.
Image credit: The Illustrated Scroll of Strange Birds and Beasts (怪奇鳥獣図巻)
✍🏼 Word find tag (horizon, holy, hour, hallucinate)
Thanks to @oh-no-another-idea for the tag!
📝 Search for the given words in your story. If your story doesn't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning.
These are from Miles From Morning...
HORIZON
I attach the cell while I’m still lying down because a hard hit of HollowGraphic even turns going from horizontal to upright into a spiritual experience.
HOLY
Footsteps from behind me and another chair gets pulled out. It’s Cameron this time. “Holy shit, Turner. What the hell happened in detention?”
HOUR
I’m not sure I’ve had this many compliments in the space of an hour before from people who weren’t about to use me for something I didn’t want to do.
HALLUCINATE (didn't have the word, so I went with vibes)
The frequency kicks in and the blacklights twist and swirl into vines and veins and fingers reaching out to wrap around my heart, my throat, my temples.
Tagging @milosometimeswrites, @nopoodles, @pertinax--loculos and @queen-tashie if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.
The words to search your story for are most, fast, lost, and test 💜
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.
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@memento-morri-writes tagged me a while back -- thank you! As per usual with these fellows, below are some mentions of violence...
A line about fear:
Oh no. Not a quick death then. Nikolaos starts struggling, real fear stirring in his stomach. If they torture him, throw his ruined limbs in one direction and his severed head in another, how will he say goodbye to Quintus?
A line about pain:
Thus begins one of the longest evenings of Quintus’s life. He ends up on his knees, digging his hands into his upper legs, trying very hard not to scream so he can give Nikolaos important instruction. Quintus isn’t sure who has the harder job, to be honest. Nikolaos is performing the job of three men with only his two hands, while the patient writhes and yells at him; not an enviable task.
A line where someone receives a gift:
Miriam sits up straight and holds out her hands to each of them. Quintus takes his from her, wondering if he’s about to find himself with a spider crawling up his hand. Instead, it’s a beaten circle of silver, punched in the vague shape of a bird of prey – a raven, perhaps?
A line about laughter:
Startled surprise plays across Nikolaos’s face, and then he throws his head back in laughter, his whole frame shaking from the force. Quintus grins, watching him.
@avrablake @isherwoodj @rodentwrites @writeouswriter @winterandwords @revenantlore @indecentpause @akindofmagictoo and anyone else who'd like to join!
Your lines are:
A line about a game
A line where someone trips
A line mentioning purple
A line about heartache
A line with a joke
Happy Storyteller Saturday!
How did May go for you and your writing? If you'd like to share something you wrote this month, please do.
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Ahh, thanks for the ask, dear friend!
It's been a rough month for writing, not gonna lie. But I'm pretty sure this is from May, and I'll put it under a cut since it's dirty 😱😱😱
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“Sir,” he whines, and then, oh god - “Sir, sir, stop.”
And he does. “Yes, dear?”
Fuck, he sounds so smug, and Milo’s left trying to find a way to say I’m leaking on the suit without burning up and dying right here and now.
He manages, though, and in short order he finds himself on his knees on the floor, untouched, breathless. “I couldn’t, I can’t help it,” he tacks on apologetically, but he can’t be sure it lands well when he’s this giddy.
Octavius, meanwhile, inspects the wet spot on his thigh. “You had, as they say, one job,” he notes, and then he buries his hand in the back of Milo’s hair and yanks him forward. “Clean it up.”
There’s no question what he’s being asked to do so Milo opens his mouth and laps at the fabric, and years from now he knows’s he’ll be calling this to mind to finish himself off. The command’s crisp authority, the startling strength of the fingers wrapped in his hair - yeah, safe to say this'll live rent-free in his head.
After some honestly vigorous work, Octavius releases him, unaware of all the ways he’s actively altering Milo’s brain chemistry. “Good boy,” he states. “You’re a helpless, messy little thing, but at least you know how to tidy up after yourself.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Touch me, god, please sir.”
Octavius laughs. Fucking laughs, and leans down to pinch his cheek like a fussy, benevolent grandmother.
“You think I’ll reward you for that? You’re lucky I don’t make you pay my dry cleaning bill.”
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Warnings: Incest, Sibling Incest, Sibling Rivalry, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Sexual Coercion, Dubious Consent, Shame Jerk, Masturbation, Cannibalism, Biting Kink, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Oral Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Scissoring, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Summary: To call Naadja Duskryn the cause of Arazai's misery is already giving her too much credit, but she's well acquainted with taking what isn't hers. Arazai spends his time ruminating on how much he truly detests his sister. Really. He hates her, he swears.
in other reading news i have been enjoying the offerings from unwholesomeocweek a great deal. many excellent horrible stories to feast on all week, i highly recommend rummaging in the tag and the ao3 collection if your tastes have ever run parallel to mine; there will almost certainly be some stuff in there you will enjoy!!
i'm only a quarter of the way into Wheel of the Infinite so far but i'm already in awe of the worldbuilding (it's dense (to me) in a way that's a little intimidating but also i really like; there's so many little details that just. they blend in ways i do not know how to do yet and i adore it) AND i also am insane about whatever the fuck Maskelle and Rian have going on already.
local swordsman on the run is rescued by one (1) middle-aged woman with personal problems and immediately decides he's her bodyguard now. and also they have sex in a temple about it.
No but the new viz fic is hysterical cause that poor guy gets his arms and legs chopped off only for this necromancer lunatic to go "hmm. I dont like em anymore" and reattach them. And he cant even escape after that because his knee and ankle tendons are still severed so he went through all that for NOTHING
He's gonna army crawl back home with the craziest story
jaslsadkj TRULY
Vizaeth just playing dolls with a real living person like it's nothing. he didn't have much notion of other people being real people with feelings even before Pharaun died and now he's just. there's nothing in there at all.
this poor guy, if he does get out of there alive, is going to be mutilated and traumatised for life, and he's from menzo so that's saying something
A wild magic sorceress born to a house of wizards, unwanted and disdained, until her pain brings her into Lolth’s embrace.
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The magic that blooms with her adolescence is unwelcome in the House of T’sonri. Untrained, unpredictable, unsightly—burnt hands, broken plates, shattered windows. Mother snaps out careless girl! and thoughtless child!; sisters sneer useless and talentless and disgrace behind Arcanum-trained hands.
And Zeerith—magicless, forgotten Zeerith—salves her burns and repairs the plates and sweeps up the glass without a word. He has nothing, what she has isn’t worth having, and so together they are less than any T’sonri should be.
If she’d been the eldest, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.
She is not the eldest. She could have been, had fate twisted in her favour, but why would it? She’s never had any accommodations. T’sonris don’t need accommodations.
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The breath on the back of Ashenivir’s neck shifted, and he knew Rizeth was awake. At first he only lay there, for the moment felt fragile as glass, such that the slightest movement might shatter it. Then Rizeth’s lips pressed lightly to his shoulder, a touch so tentative it made his heart ache, and he rolled over.
“Hello,” he whispered, which conjured a faint smile. Rizeth traced the line of his jaw with his knuckles.
“Good morning.”
Ashenivir started to lean forwards, then paused. “Can…can I kiss you?”
Hardly had he finished asking before Rizeth’s mouth captured his in reply. His arms went around Rizeth’s neck as their legs tangled, the nearness of their bodies sending a shiver through him; desire and relief and a frightened need to cling on tight, lest all that lay beneath his hands go up in smoke. He rolled over, pulling Rizeth atop him, but before he could get further than that, Rizeth drew away.
“We need to talk.”
“Can’t we just pretend it didn’t happen?” Ashenivir tried to pull him back into the kiss, but he resisted. “That I wasn’t stupid and you weren’t upset, and—”
Rizeth put a thumb to his lips. “No, xi’hum. We cannot.”
