skywebs and deathrebels

I'm looking for beta readers!

The story is very short and it's about a nonbinary aro vampire solving mysteries with their werewolf sidekick while figuring out their platonic relationship. Features a magical city, a ton of monsters, and love outside of romance.

I'm looking for beta readers!

The story is very short and it's about a nonbinary aro vampire solving mysteries with their werewolf sidekick while figuring out their platonic relationship. Features a magical city, a ton of monsters, and love outside of romance.

I'm looking for beta readers!

The story is very short and it's about a nonbinary aro vampire solving mysteries with their werewolf sidekick while figuring out their platonic relationship. Features a magical city, a ton of monsters, and love outside of romance.

Super-powers kicked in? Yeah, that’d gone well. Okay, being the Empress Of All Canines wasn’t, like, the best superpower, but she’d always liked dogs. Being able to talk to them and get them to do things was pretty neat.

Create superhero identity? Check. She’d made a costume, collected up some tough dogs to be her team, and set out to Do Some Good.

Get the attention of the big superheroes? That had… well, it had started well. She’d stopped a few robberies and stuff, and then she’d seen Guarde fighting some bad guys and weighed in and…

… and two of her dogs had been killed. And it had hurt, and they’d called for her to save them, and she hadn’t been able to. It had all suddenly been so real, and she’d started to cry.

And once it was over, Guarde had dragged her halfway across the city to this shabby old building, and started banging on a door labeled ‘NO ADMITTANCE’.

Guarde sighed and pressed a cracked button on an old intercom, which looked like it should have stopped working at least twenty years ago. “Come on, I know there’s someone in there,” she said crossly. “Get your asses out here.”

Above their heads, a security camera panned down to examine them.

After another minute, the door opened, and a walking stereotype stood there, glaring. She was, like, THE grouchy old office lady, from the old-lady grey curls to the sagging cardigan to the glasses on a chain to the sour expression with a cigarette hanging out of it. Even her voice, when she spoke, sounded exactly like Sam would have guessed it would, hoarse and raspy. “Can’t you read the sign? No admittance. Especially not for your kind.” She sneered, and took a drag on the cigarette. “Get lost.”

Guarde pushed Sam forward. “Kid needs the Agency.”

I'm looking for beta readers!

The story is very short and it's about a nonbinary aro vampire solving mysteries with their werewolf sidekick while figuring out their platonic relationship. Features a magical city, a ton of monsters, and love outside of romance.

The sky is cracking open above you, dark clouds swirling with sickly miasma. The air is thick and hard to breath. You can just barely hear your own gasping breath over the shrieks and cackles of the demons pushing you and your companions closer and closer to the deadly cliff behind. Your blood is racing in your veins, hot and painful. The skin on your palms is blistered and cracked from how long you’ve been holding your sword. Your body has long since stopped screaming at you.

It is not a good sign.

“We have to trust the dragons will catch us,” Melody says. You can hear the pain in her voice and you can feel how low her mana reserves are. The push and pull of her sun-like aura is more like a dull throb beside you. “We have to jump.”

“Not yet,” James says through gritted teeth. He’s faring better than you and Melody. His wolf-like transformation gives him stamina and strength you can only dream of, but that doesn’t mean he’s doing well. “Give them more time. Wait.”

Melody hisses as the sea of demons pulses towards them again. “If we wait, we die.”

“If we fall we die,” James snaps back. “It’s an order. Wait.”

You know all about orders. Neither of them looks at you or asks for your opinion in the face of death. Why would they? It’s not your world at stake here.

“..... Monkey.”

“Why—?”

So, we have a routine now, wherein I gotta go to the local fish store once a week and buy a plastic baggie of three scoops of live blackworms for $8.50, which means that I spend approximately $442 dollars a year on worms.

It would be one thing if it was merely expensive, but there’s a second issue - this blackworm-only diet is wildly challenging to deal with when there’s a shortage or a shipment’s late at my LFS, which happens more than you’d think, since there’s like two commercial blackworm farmers that supply the entire country, and I can’t just do it myself because they’re basically impossible to cultivate in sufficient amounts at home.

Well, we haven’t been able to get blackworms for two weeks now and my disgusting tupperware container of stinky tiny worms that I keep in a really really small minifridge (because of fucking course my axolotls have their own minifridge) has been entirely emptied. So, I returned to my old scheme to keep this dummy alive and healthy.

See, I have been trying for YEARS now to convince him to just… just TRY eating one axolotl pellet. He has no reason not to like them. They are especially designed for him. I am sure that, as healthy as blackworms are, they are a more complete diet for him. I have purchased several different brands at no small expense. He has not even considered eating one…

Until today, when I tricked him by turning all the lights off but one, announced “Taako, buddy, you want some worms????” in the same tone I do every time I’m about to plop some worms in there, and then under cover of darkness, I gaslit him into thinking the falling object was his normal meal of tiny disgusting writhing worms, and he didn’t notice that he’d been bamboozled until it was much too late for him to correct course.

It’s been half an hour. He still hasn’t swallowed. He just keeps doing… whatever THIS is: