iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 03/08/2026

If the universe could fuckin chill for A FEW DAYS I'd appreciate it. I haven't slept in 2 weeks for more than 2-4 hours a night. I'm chronically ill. My cats are being repeatedly traumatized & uprooted and I have agoraphobia & ptsd related to homelessness and loss. I'm actively in a MH crisis.

Email about having to move hotels twice more this month.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 21/07/2026

My hotel room. It's tiny and there isn't room for much, but it's at least a roof over my head, a bed, and running water.

Picture of a small hotel room that has bed counter and chairs. My stuff is scattered about the room.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 13/05/2026

Finally, after weeks of terrible brain fog and worsening chronic illness, I started to write a poem last night. It's not done yet, I think I want it to be longer, but it's something. I'm so glad my brain still works creatively, even when I'm struggling to focus 💜

I once dreamed of you
late in the night,
your hands on my skin
and our bodies close,
rocking to a beat
that matched our hearts

A secret held
as you held me;
a key to a blooming garden
I didn't know was mine

When you joined me
in the garden,
we both turned the key,
and the blooming swelled
as the air trembled

You mapped my skin
like tracing constellations,
your fingertips sparking
shimmering stars over the garden

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 10/04/2026

From another WIP I haven't talked about in a minute, called Nightdreams 💜 #WIPSnips

Star’s eyes settled on mine, searching for something. I gave him a moment to process everything and held his gaze steady.
He cleared his throat and picked up one of the Polaroids again to look at it. The one with me and David. We’d thrown our arms around each other’s shoulders and smiled at the camera, which had been operated by the friendly crab. “So how long have you been doing this? Going there?”
“For a little bit now. But there’s this whole thing I have to adhere to, a deal I made with Nightmare.”
“Nightmare?” Star glanced up at me. “A figure named Nightmare, and not the dream-type?”
I nodded. “Right. Nightmare introduced itself to me when I’d drawn my first card from the deck. It explained to me what was happening, and it made a deal with me since I’d interfered.”
“That sounds dangerous,” Star said as he relaxed a little. “What was the deal?”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 26/03/2026

The first positive poem I've written in several years 💜

You found me through the purple fog
reached in and held me tight
before you knew who you were holding
before you knew what we’d become

I was simply enduring and ready to die
but you held space for me and didn’t flinch
you didn’t run from my darkness
and now I’m living

You taught me how to love
how to feel and laugh and glow
and you banished the shadows
lurking in the bleakest corners of my soul

I forgot about the pain
all of the years of torment I’ve endured
I only saw you
and the life you breathed back into me

You are my always, my home
a warm blanket on a freezing winter night
a light in the stygian abyss of the mind
the shield that protects me when I’m exposed

You are the spring that comes after the snow
a soft piano playing on a rainy day
you are the warmth that thawed my heart
the air that flowed back into my lungs

How interesting we are together
the scholar and the playful menace
I wouldn’t be anywhere but here
and we will walk this road together

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 26/03/2026

The opening of the first chapter of the new book I'm writing. It's the longest first chapter I've ever written 🙈 (5,600 words). I usually keep my chapters 3k or less, but this book has a lot to say.

Downtown was relatively quiet as I sat on a freezing cold bench. Snow fell softly to settle at my shoulders, and I shivered in the black hoodie that wasn’t nearly warm enough for the weather. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care if I froze to death.
My hand was partially numb as I pulled out my phone, and I opened the messages app. I stared blankly at my mom’s last text as guilt flooded into my chest, and I read it several times, warring with myself.
Are you still coming over today for Christmas? I hope you’re okay, haven’t heard from you all morning.
I turned the screen off again and took in a deep, frigid breath. My body was worn down by the chronic fatigue syndrome that made me feel like a dead weight even on the good days, and POTS was threatening as my heart rate began to increase. I shouldn’t have gone all the way out there. I shouldn’t have pushed it. I should have just stayed home and cried and stayed miserable by myself.
But I couldn’t cry. I could only feel the asphyxiating ache of it. I hadn’t been able to cry in years.
“Excuse me,” a deep, British voice with a London accent said.
I glanced up with tired eyes. A tall, fair-skinned elf with brown hair tied back in a high ponytail looked down at me. He wore gold-rimmed round glasses, a light gray turtleneck sweater with black slacks, and a tan wool coat.
I looked away awkwardly, not wanting him to see the raw pain in my eyes. I adjusted my large, black plastic-rimmed glasses to occupy my hand. “Yeah? Can I help you?”
“Are you alright? Do you need a lift home?”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 25/03/2026

I just started writing a new story today, and I knew this word was in there already 💜 #WIPSnips

I took a breath as my heart thudded. “I’ll be okay, truly. I don’t want to keep you from your plans.”
When the elf smiled, my mind stopped spinning. It was gentle and genuine, and when it reached his eyes, I noticed they were red.
A vampire. During the day, at that. He was very old, that was certain, as any vampire walking during the day would be, but his appearance wasn’t striking or aged. His face was soft and beautiful for a man, and being an elf, I could only imagine just how ancient he was. He looked no older than thirty.
“You’re not keeping me from any plans, I promise.” He held out a hand. “Here, let me help you up. And stand slowly so you don’t get dizzy or fall.”
He’d sensed my illnesses. Of course, a vampire would be able to hear a heart beating as fast as mine was. “I’m okay, really. I can head home, it isn’t far.”
The vampire elf maintained that kind smile as he wiggled his fingers. “At least let me help you warm up a little before you go. My office is just upstairs, right next to the coffee shop.”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 20/03/2026

From Ludoviko, a story I want to return to editing soon 💜 I really need to get back to it when I have the energy. (Bit long for a snippet, but I haven't done a WIPSnips in a while so, why not) #WIPSnips

It was a long and quiet journey through the dead forest, which was pleasant enough. The silence was all Ludoviko had known for the longest time, besides the violin and the piano in his study. It had become a comfort to him.
The sound of something darting through the snow caused the demi-god to freeze in his tracks, and he watched as a family of deer raced past him and into the trees. He’d become so jumpy since he left. He had no idea how he was going to tolerate what was to come. He considered just letting Roselyn starve to death and he’d dispose of their body out back, but with the ground frozen and his distaste for death, he had no choice but to endure.
An annoying, invasive thought made the irritation bubble to the surface; or maybe he was just so isolated that the idea of having someone there, or something else to do involving another form of life, was beginning to sound more ideal. At least he was still in control of it all, even with Roselyn there.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 10/03/2026

CW; healthy weight loss. CPTSD destroyed my life & it made me emotionally binge-eat to escape the pain for years. Now as I'm healing with the help of someone who's become very dear to me, I've stopped emotionally eating & am feeling better about myself 💜 Seeing the signs of healing is unreal for me.

Comparison image of me from October 2025 vs March 2026. I am a white nonbinary androgynous person with long brown hair and am wearing black square glasses. Picture taken in the bathroom mirror. On the right is the 2025 version of me, about 203 pounds and looking a bit unhappy. On the left is me now, 182 pounds and smiling subtly in the mirror.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 12/02/2026

Gods, help me. I am losing my mind in the best way with this story. We now have slapstick comedy among all the Deadpool-esque humor.

“Do I have to coax you out again?” I teased the environment. “Because I’m very good at that.” When I was met with nothing once more, I grew frustrated. That couldn’t have been it. I knew I could progress if I wanted to. I could change things. So why wasn’t it working then?

“Fuck,” I breathed tiredly. “Well, I guess I’m figuring this one out on my own.” I turned abruptly and immediately regretted it.

My head banged full on into an open door, and I stumbled back as I froze for a minute to scream internally as my forehead throbbed. The dull thud echoed throughout the room as if the environment was smirking in its own little way.

When the nervous system crisis calmed back down, I looked at the door to see that a wall had formed, jutting out of one to my right. There was nothing on the other side of it, other than the part of the room I’d already traversed.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 11/02/2026

Oh, I have got some fun ones for this 👀 From my totally unhinged and comedic story I've affectionately called: 'Brat in the Backrooms (gods help the monsters).' #WIPSnips

The growling returned, but softer that time. I smiled as I wandered through the maze. “Don’t you get bored driving people insane?” I asked as I put my hands in my pockets. “Why not have a little fun sometimes?” I chuckled. “I mean, my pants are already damp, so I’m halfway to a good time.”
The growling faltered, and shuffling could be heard in the near distance. I stopped walking as an old spark of fear lit up in my chest, but it quickly fizzled. Something sounded different. The monster’s growl… it seemed uncertain. I could feel it in the air, something had definitely changed since I’d last been there.
And then it hit me. Maybe the Backrooms were only ever an existential threat because they fed off of the energy of the souls who wandered into them. If I changed the vibe…
I smirked. Oh, I was onto something.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 08/02/2026

Sometimes healing looks like writing a Backrooms comedy with a brat persona that ends up pretty steamy, but in the weirdest and most hilarious way. (Snippets are SFW) You do not unleash the Backrooms on the brat. You unleash the brat on the Backrooms 😌

“Hey, big boy,” I teased. “I’m right here. Not running. Just a helpless soul open for attack.”
I furrowed my brow as the next growl reverberated. It sounded more like a house creaking in a storm. The shuffling resembled something large shifting across carpet…
My pulse quickened and I sat forward as I looked around. Whatever was out there, it had to be huge. I wanted to hold onto the hope that I could affect the environment around me, but the more the growling became creaking, the more I feared I’d completely misunderstood what was watching me. I was certain I’d felt a shift in the atmosphere, though. Something less threatening — something more curious than murderous.
“Hey, I’m just having some fun,” I said as I swallowed down the anxiety. I stood from the chair and stepped forward, my phone still in my hand. My head jerked up as the lights flickered.
And then I saw it; one of the walls rippled ever so slightly. Was the place itself alive?

“Holy shit,” I mumbled as I spun around. Another deep creak came from behind me, and I noticed the dead end had moved closer. Yeah, the place was definitely alive, and I was being watched by something on a cosmic scale. I tried to calm my racing heart. It still didn’t feel threatening, there was no sense of danger in the air. It was terrifying, of course, but my theory of being connected with the environment was proving to be true; I could sense that I wasn’t in danger. It truly did answer to the psyche of the person who was present.
I noticed a mirror had formed on the wall beside me, and I approached it after slipping my phone back into my pocket. It was made of intricate silver and full-body in length. When I touched the surface, it felt oddly warm. The air had grown a bit warmer too, and when the lights flickered again, my reflection had gone out of sync with my body.
“Whoa, that’s trippy as hell.” I stared at my own face, but it reflected an expression of curiosity that was somewhat primal. Its eyes looked me up and down slowly as if sizing me up, and when I moved my arm, its own movement that mirrored mine lagged a few seconds behind. Was it sizing me up?
I cleared my throat and put on a grin as I put my hands on my hips. “Getting an eyeful? Be careful how you stare, I might think you’re coming onto me.” The confidence was feigned, but I wasn’t about to show it that I was nervous. It didn’t look like it was sizing me up for an attack anyway, so it was probably safe to screw around. Probably.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 03/02/2026

This feels relevant for me right now, honestly 💜 From Nightdreams: #WIPSnips

David snapped another picture and held the camera to the side, contemplating something. He ‘tsked’ and shook his head. “You don’t have to hide here, dreamer.” He gestured to the scene around us. “Here, you can be anyone or anything. You can do anything. Anything goes.” He then gestured toward me when I looked at him. “You can be confident if you want. All you have to do is choose to be. It really is just a choice.”
My smiled faded. Was it so simple? Could I just choose to be more confident? Could I just choose to not be shy? People around me, including in the dream world, had complimented me lately. Kat thought I was cute, the clerk at the adult store thought I was cute. Even Star had said my video with Kat was hot. And when I looked in the mirror after getting the boots, I felt good. They looked good on me.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

9. From Nightdreams, a WIP I plan to release in the near future. It's a queer erotica about a very real dreamworld. This snippet features the enby MC and their best friend starting to form a queerplatonic relationship 💜

“Well,” Star said while holding out his arms. “If there’s anything I can help with, just let me know.”
My ears burned as my mind went somewhere with an interpretation of that it most certainly should not have in any way shape or form.
“What… what do you mean?” I said awkwardly and quickly followed with, “Like — like bouncing ideas off each other, you maybe having some advice, etcetera.” I’d stumbled over my words. I hoped it wasn’t awkward.
Star glanced off to the side and picked at a fingernail.
It was awkward.
“Listen...” I started.
“That’s fine, too,” Star said off to the side. “I mean, you know, whatever you meant.”
My heart leaped into my throat. Was he… cool with doing that with me? “Wait, you’d, uh, help with real-life inspiration?”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

7. Back to a current WIP, Ludoviko, where I rediscovered my love for violin music.

“Oh, do you know the Devil’s Trill?” they asked. “I think that’s what it’s called.”
Ludoviko huffed a laugh. “I know a great many things.”
Poising himself to show off, the demi-god positioned the bow, and after a moment of preparation, he began to play.
A smile spread across Roselyn’s face as they watched. They’d never seen someone move like that with an instrument before, but they supposed it had just become a part of him like the rest of the mansion. The way he commanded the very environment with just a wave of his hand told that much.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

6. From Wretched, a really dark WIP I'm slowly working on every so often. It's a little heavy to write, but it's a story that's been years in the making.

“Please sit,” the demon tried again. He smiled. “I will explain everything.”
‘Prove you’re not just some hallucination,’ Agnes spoke internally.
“If I must.” The demon held out a hand.
She had expected some roundabout explanation as to why he couldn’t, or some other excuse. It didn’t matter. She’d reach out and feel nothing, and then she’d ignore him and go back to searching for a distraction. She reached for his palm.
It was solid.
Agnes backed away with a racing heart. ‘What the fuck is happening to me?’
The demon smirked. “Do you pray to God with words like that?”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

5. Shifting gears to a WIP that may or may not ever get published. It's Zagan's story and it's very difficult to tell.

“I love you,” the woman managed through the haze of death.
The demon froze, and for a moment, he wished he could take it all back. He’d have never brought her down to Hell with him to suffer such a fate, but it was in his nature; a nature he’d grown to despise over so many years. He’d stolen so many hearts and taken so many lives, all for what? The pleasure of a drink — the sweet, savory bliss of human blood.
“No, you don’t,” the demon said and climbed off of the woman. His clawed hand drifted over her face, and he closed her eyelids as she drifted off.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

4. Another snippet from Book 3 of The Requiem Series. Maybe it was obvious in book 2 about Vexis...

“I don’t know what Byleth and his little friend are doing, but I can only imagine it has something to do with Umabel. As for you and Vexis…”
Shadows consumed the space and the one in question appeared in their shadow form; red pupils and dark tendrils slithering. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing?”
“Vexis!” Sean breathed. Despite having seen their true appearance many times, it still freaked him out when it came out of nowhere.
Azazel’s eyes shone with interest as a sinister smile spread across his face. “Ah, the once-sleeping god comes to visit.”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

3. More from Book 3 of The Requiem Series. I may have gone very hard on Byleth and Gabriel 😏 No regrets. It was inevitable.

“I’ve already done much worse.” The angel’s face grew a bit more flushed than it had been. He glanced over at Byleth with glassy eyes. “So long ago it started. Something angels aren’t supposed to do.” Gabriel covered his face with his hands and made a sound of frustration. “Why did you have to exist, Byleth? Why?”
The fallen angel pried Gabriel’s hands from his face. He suspected what the angel meant, that what they’d started years ago was coming back to the surface again now that they were together. “Oh yeah? What about me?” He had to hear the angel say it out loud.
Gabriel stared at the fallen king for a moment in silence, and then grabbed Byleth’s shirt and pulled him forward into a kiss.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

2. From Book 3 (yet to be titled) of The Requiem Series (still a WIP). I had a little too much fun with the last book of the series 🙈

They all turned around and walked back outside, and Zagan lit a cigarette. “’The club’ is somewhere you’re going to hate,” he said with a laugh.
“What, is it a fucking whorehouse?” Vexis teased.
“Pretty much,” Byleth said. “Although I prefer den of debauchery.”
Vexis sobered quickly. “I was kidding. It was a joke.”
The fallen angel smirked. “I wasn’t.”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/01/2026

1. From The Soulless Ones. (Gonna break the rules a bit and just share short snippets because I like having context). This one is a liminal space/scifi horror I've been working on for a few years.

The machine creaked in a way that gave off the impression of fatigue.
Your spirit’s energy is potent and necessary for further development. It is aiding in the grand design as it is consumed to make up for your defiance. Ignorance is a kindness granted, but the human mind is more complex than an artificial one.
Scar’s blood ran cold. “What do you mean? Are you… are you feeding off of us somehow? Is that why we all keep getting so lethargic unless we drink that weird stuff?”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 25/01/2026

From Nightdreams, a ridiculously campy and absurd queer erotica I wrote last year that I really need to return to 💜 #WIPSnips

I intertwined my fingers with its, confused at the turn of events. And then it finally spoke to me in a misty voice containing whisperings from beyond the grave.
“Do you enjoy having a soul, dreamer?”
Something seemed familiar about it, but I shook it off. I didn’t like the way it sounded, it crawled under my skin in a way some horror films often did.
“Yes, I do,” I said.
We danced around the bathroom as the seductive, haunting song continued. When I started to wonder if that was all the dream would be, my anxiety spiked as I noticed eyes sprouting from the aether.
Many more opened around the room; in the walls, from the dark hallway, on the ceiling. Another shrouded figure came up to the window with glowing white eyes that sent my heart racing in fear.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 19/01/2026

From Ludoviko 🖤 my dark romance between a demi-god and an enby trans fem. #WIPSnips

...they wanted to continue dancing into the evening, just wrapped in the melancholic melody of a bittersweet romance that they would never find.
At least they could dream for a moment. They could close their eyes and be that young teenager again who sighed happily at the dark romance novels they chose instead of sports magazines.
But, as it always would be with Ludoviko, the magic was cut like a cord that was already wearing too thin to snap.
Roselyn brushed some of their long brown hair behind their ear and fidgeted. They were still standing in the sun’s light. “I’m fine, really. Dancing slow like that isn’t draining.”
“No, you will rest for now. We will have more time later, perhaps.”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 13/01/2026

Here's one of my buddies, all tuckered out 🥰

Picture in low lighting of a large black and white cat laying on the bed lazily, partially on his side with his arms extended, one over his face.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/12/2025

No mention of 'thread,' but I found 'strings' instead. From Ludoviko: #WIPSnips

He took up the instrument and stood in front of the window with the pale moon’s glow, and with his chin resting on the end of the violin, he paused before sliding the bow along the strings. The sound was the only thing that brought him comfort; the lonely trill understood him, and he understood it.
‘Ludoviko.’
The violin screeched as the demi-god stopped playing immediately. Anger bubbled up inside him. How dare they interrupt his moment of peace. He despised that he had to keep Roselyn there, but it was too much of a risk to let them run free. Humans were curious creatures and once met with mystery, they would tell everyone about it — about him. Soon, he’d have more trouble than just one irritating voice in the dark.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 23/12/2025

A much-needed 'lol' moment from tonight's editing session. Ludoviko, 'Mr. Prim and Proper,' is feeling sexy things and it's consuming his mind the more he fights it 😆 #AmWriting

Ludoviko cringed internally. It sounded like manual labor would be involved, which he did not do. While his strength would lend to the task of helping Roselyn carry it inside, he abhorred the idea of getting down and dirty in nature, even if it was with Roselyn.
He closed his eyes and sighed, annoyed. He shouldn’t have phrased it that way. His once mostly innocent mind had gone so far into depravity since yesterday that it was making him irritable.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 22/12/2025

Oh boy. This word is asking for some spice 😆 From Ludoviko, 'position' is the closest word. Warning for mild NSFW. #WIPSnips #transromance

They adjusted their positioning, and then circled their hips against him. Their lips hovered over his just out of reach. “Do you want me?” they breathed. They already knew. His body left less to the imagination than their sheer lingerie.
Ludoviko’s nails dug into their backside as he squeezed and closed his eyes. “Yes.”

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 19/12/2025

Another snippet from last night's writing session (because it's the best time I've had writing in a while 😍) It's NSFW, but it's not explicit, if that makes sense?

They breathed heavily over each other’s lips as everything began to melt away. Bliss bloomed within them both at the same time, and Ludoviko’s claws tore the sofa as they dug into the white silk. Roselyn’s voice echoed around the library as they arched their back and cried out. Nothing existed around them anymore but the waking dream — a dream that would come to an end much too quickly.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 18/12/2025

Some of my favorite lines from tonight's writing 🙌🏻 #AmWriting

The heavy mixture of the ethereal music and Roselyn’s melodic moans mixed with his own sounds of desperation. He didn’t recognize himself anymore; he wasn’t even sure he was still present in reality. Whoever Ludoviko was had gone. He’d become something else; he’d let the monster swallow him whole that wanted nothing more than to completely devour the person below him that he needed so badly now it hurt.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 17/12/2025

Here's a snippet of what I mean from my WIP. (This is a first draft, so excuse anything that might not read the best yet, this takes a lot of my brain power to also write poetry in between the prose😵‍💫)

The sound of the water moving as Roselyn stepped into it met his sensitive ears, and he stayed to listen. His mind wandered before he could stop it and he closed his eyes.
They shot open again when he heard Roselyn moan with relief.
They’d simply just been relaxing, but Ludoviko’s thoughts strayed to other things — much more lascivious things. He imagined the water dripping down their chest as they leaned back in the tub; their hands caressing their skin as they sank into the warmth to their neck. Another moan of satisfaction that existed only in his mind caused his eyes to fall shut, and he realized his breath had started to come faster.
That dangerous siren was calling again, and the song was irresistible.

‘If only to gaze upon you
undressed in the flesh,
and to feel the soft skin
gliding over your bones.

This violence is calling me,
the need to devour you whole.
To be a part of you,
to taste you.’

His claws ran across his chest and dug into his shirt.

‘This is a different kind of venom,
one that only has one cure.
How ironic it is now
that I am the poisoned one.’

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 04/12/2025

I forgot cats lose their shit when they smell pimento green olives 💀

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 03/12/2025

My Youtube Music wrapped ('cuz fuck Spotify):

2025 recap:
Top artists: nikita kryukov, atrium carceri, metatron omega, ethel cain, corvyx.
Top songs: requiem by nightclub, supernormal by leo lauren, middle of the night cover by corvyx, la tristeza del purpura, everyone knows that cover by ghoolie.
104 artists in the US. 28 artists from the UK. 7 artists from Canada. Listening time: 17,176 minutes.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 02/12/2025

Been playing Disney Dreamlight Valley for the first time. Honestly, it's what I needed right now. I did not expect to relate so hard to a Disney game but this has been a surprise. It's really helping to pass the time while I'm going through this really bad mental health period.

screenshot from disney dreamlight valley of merlin talking to my character. He is saying Feelings, after all, do not like to be denied or pushed away. They always return, often stronger, until they are dealt with. These feelings must be embraced and understood.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 02/12/2025

Popping in to mention the end of the year fantasy sale I'm in! Grab my book plus 63 others until December 15th! Also would be a great option for gifts if you celebrate any December holidays. See some books you might not be interested in? Give them as gifts 💜 itch.io/b/3409/end-o...

graphic for the sale. Background is in shades of green and has a silhouette of a dragon in the upper right corner. Text says: End of Year Indie Fantasy Mega Bundle. My book Everything Is Wonderful Now is pictured. Get this book and 63 others for only $45. December 1st through 15th.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 28/11/2025

Like this book left me breathless when it came to post-mortem daguerreotypes. But you can't find it anywhere anymore. It would be such amazing inspiration again.

picture of a linen red hardback book with golden writing that says Secrets of the Dark Chamber the Art of the American Daguerreotype. Centered is a daguerreotype of a young boy standing solemnly in front of a book case.

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Shane💀Blackheart (they/them) @shaneblackheart.com · 26/11/2025

Been playing BG3 on tactician finally to see if I can do it, & I am! It's very difficult, but it's giving me a new challenge with the game that's distracting me from life stressors. You gotta really focus & use your brain, which is perfect right now. Durge oathbreaker paladin this time around. #bg3