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Wicked Heart, its beating causing echoes.

So, we have a new episode for Wicked Heart, and I'm more than happy to let you see a little more from the tortured spirit still imprisoned.

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I was searching for RPF in Fanfiction Wrighters United, and no joke, the only real people fanfic I was able to find is yours!!! OMG YOU GO QUEEN, YOU NEVER STOP, ICON!!

Thank you, I’ve written some canon compliant works using the drag artists I use as inspiration, you can find all of them in AO3 under my tag.

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Golden Skies to Live Forever!

Here's the new episode of Golden Skies, this messy summer program, and making sure you can get it firsthand and promptly for the beginning of this new week.

In this episode, Scarlett and Ella do what they do the best: pissing people around, Krystal apologizes, Kitty and Vanity start deciding if they buy it or not; Charity rants, River shuts her up and we learn something else about our girls... and yes, they're nosy and messy as hell.

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Six Sentence Sunday... I can't promise it will happen again.

So, this is the snippet for One Day, we're now in the second half of Golden Skies, so you'll have the rest of the summer very soon.

Meanwhile, here you go!

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On the second day, he called Blu. He didn’t say much. Just her name, and then silence. Then the sound of him crying, quiet, broken, exhausted. Blu didn’t say ‘I told you so.’ She didn’t need to. She just listened. Let him fall apart. Let him be her twin, not the lad who always had the answers.

And when the sobs finally slowed, she said, soft but steady, “You wanted her to see the best of you, yeah? But the best bit’s the part that owns the mess. So get up, Andy. Be that lad.” And somehow, that worked. Because no one in the world knew him like she did. And no one ever would.

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Six Sentence Sunday... I'm really, REALLY trying.

Here is the snippet for Golden Skies.

And I made it! got the six sentences!

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Scarlett smiles, warmer now, lighter, before reaching for her things. Ella does the same—until, effortlessly, instinctively, naturally, their hands brush each other’s. Electricity. They look at each other for a brief second, then start walking. To wait for the others.

And that’s when Elektra hears it. She stops mid-stride, wide-eyed, processing, slowly looking between Veronica, Choriza, and the two newly exposed idiots still whispering their banter like nobody is listening.

Veronica raises an eyebrow.

Choriza bites back a smile.

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(More than) Six Sentence -Early- Sunday

You know I don't have self control so it's usually way more than six, but here is the snippet of this week for Wicked Heart.

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Kyran’s spirit pulsed at the edges of their consciousness, and Charity could feel the shadows lurking, whispering secrets only half-formed and shrouded in mystery. 

Each time Marm drew or created something, Charity felt a stirring in their magic—a flicker of connection that sent shivers down their spine. Visions began to flicker at the periphery of their awareness, dancing between the known and the unknown, far too familiar yet wrapped in layers of enigma. 

Fragmented images often invaded their thoughts, blurring the lines between reality and the whispers of dreams: shadows twisting, a figure cloaked in darkness, ephemeral connections that felt simultaneously inviting and foreboding.

One late afternoon, as Marm sketched an image of the hills from memory, Charity watched him from a distance, captivated by the artistry flowing from his hands. Each stroke of the pencil seemed to breathe new life, capturing the very essence of the spirits that dwelled within the landscape.

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Mood of the Century.

Booby traps? Sure, I would easily fall into a trap if I saw boobs

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Golden Skies to slide away

We have a new Golden Skies chapter on!

In this episode, Krystal reacts, Veronica is a good person, the girls finally make their not-so-subtle intervention, and our delusional protagonists finally speak about what happened that so-called weekend in Cambridge.

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Six Sentence Sunday... and you know the rest.

Well, this is the Snippet to One Day.

And this is a very special one, because now I can say that the writing for this Sequel of Golden Skies is fully written and in the editing process, so you'll have the whole story in 2025!

Hope you enjoy it.

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THE NIGHT CAMBRIDGE LOST ITS MIND

Published in: The Daily Mail – “Society & Scandal” Section

By: Clarissa Vane

“When the Ashford twins throw a party, discretion is never on the guest list.”

What began as a “casual gathering” at a borrowed manor on the outskirts of Cambridge quickly devolved into what one guest described as “a rave with better tailoring.” Hosted by Hunter and Harlow Ashford, American-born heirs to a West Coast real estate fortune, the event was always destined for chaos. And chaos it delivered.

The guest list included the children of oil barons, tech moguls, and at least one exiled prince (who reportedly DJed until someone unplugged him mid-drop). But the moment that truly broke the internet came at 3:17 a.m., when a paparazzo—rumored to have been hiding in the hedgerow since sundown—snapped a now-infamous photo of Alistair Beaumont, shirt unbuttoned, with Veronica Green on his shoulders, both laughing under a sky full of fireworks.

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Six Sentence Sunday... still not counting.

So, we now have the snippet for Wicked Heart.

The editing for the next chapter is almost done now, but I'm not really sure when it's gonna be up, so stay tuned!

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But it wasn’t just Marm’s magic that called to Kyran—it was his wound. There was a fracture in Marm’s spirit, a quiet ache that pulsed beneath his vibrant energy. Kyran felt it like a mirror held to their own soul. The betrayal. The loneliness. The desperate, unspoken need to belong. It resonated with the same hollow ache that had haunted Kyran for centuries. And that was what made it dangerous.

Because Kyran, for all their power, was still bound—still torn between two hungers. One, primal and consuming: the need to be free, to feed, to reclaim what had been stolen. The other, quieter but no less fierce: the need to be seen. To be understood. To be held.

Marm’s presence fed both.

Every night, as Marm painted the hills, as he dreamed of witches and shadows, Kyran felt the bond tighten. The boy’s sorrow threaded through their own, stitching together the frayed edges of two broken souls. It was intoxicating. It was terrifying.

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Six Sentence Sunday... and you've got it right, I'm not counting again.

Well, here goes the snippet of this week for Golden Skies.

Don't forget we'll have a new episode posted tomorrow!

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Scarlett’s fingers slide down, resting gently against Ella’s collarbone, feeling the steady rhythm of her pulse beneath them. Ella exhales, pulling back just enough to look at her, eyes searching, voice quiet but sure. “You drive me mad, you know that?”

Scarlett exhales a breathless laugh, tilting her head slightly, watching her. “Yeah?”

Ella nods, thumb brushing absently against Scarlett’s wrist. “Yeah.”

Scarlett watches her carefully, a smile lingering. “Good.” Ella laughs—soft, light, pressing forward again.

They meet easily now, neither holding back nor hesitating. No witnesses. No pressure. No rush. Just them, and the craving for closeness they can finally answer. No Restraint, No Distance. The second kiss isn’t tentative, it isn’t careful, it’s hungry—not in desperation, but in undeniable want, in finally letting the pull between them win.

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Wicked Heart, with all its concerns.

And I finally -FINALLY- finished the edit of the fifth chapter, and yes, this still includes Real Witches, you'll decide how to mix them!

Wicked Heart - Chapter 5

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Golden Skies and there are No Surprises...

Here's the new episode of Golden Skies.

In this episode, Scarlett and Ella are losing it, Krystal is depressed, Kitty and Vanity are worried, and the rest of the group plots an intervention.

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Six Sentence Sunday... you know the rest.

And finally, this is the snippet for One Day, the sequel to Golden Skies, that will start being posted after I finish posting the first story.

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They were halfway through The Spy Who Loved Me when George checked the time and clapped his hands. “Right. T.A.R.D.I.S. time.”

They took the Tube to Earl’s Court, and as they emerged from the station, there it was—just a few steps away, standing proudly in front of a tiny souvenir shop, with a Dunkin’ Donuts glowing softly nearby.

The blue police box looked like it had materialized straight from the vortex.

George lit up like a Christmas tree.

“You’re a Whovian?” Jonathan asked, raising an eyebrow.

George didn’t answer. He stepped forward, placed a hand on the T.A.R.D.I.S. door, and in his best Capaldi impression, said: “You know what the problem is with the universe? It’s not that it’s cruel. It’s that it’s random. And it’s unfairly cruel.”

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Six Sentence Sunday... the Reprise, and I'm still not counting.

This is the snippet for Golden Skies, whose new chapter will be posted tomorrow, as every Monday.

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Ella doesn’t speak. Scarlett doesn’t react, but when Mr. Sims claps—sharp, final, demanding movement—they have no choice but to begin. 

Scarlett lifts her arms—fluid, effortless, precise—but Ella is already moving, already following, already stepping into sync before she even thinks about it.

The first touch is light, just fingertips brushing and palms aligning. Their bodies shifting just barely against each other. It’s instinctual, automatic. Too easy.

And that’s the problem, because they’re too good at this. Because they know exactly how to move together, and because it’s familiar, it’s natural, it’s everything they’ve been running from. They step, turn, and adjust… the tempo increases.

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Six Sentence Sunday... and no, I'm not even counting, thank you very much.

So, we're back now, with this week's snippet of Wicked Heart.

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As the cave enveloped them in its cool embrace, the air thickened with anticipation. Marm felt an electric connection as Kyran’s vibrant eyes locked onto his through the ancient mirror. 

For a moment, he was suspended in time, the world around him fading away as he focused solely on the spirit that had haunted his dreams. The weight of history pressed upon them, amplifying the intensity of their unspoken bond.

A soft crack echoed through the stillness, and Marm’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed a slight fissure forming on the surface of the mirror. Burgeoning curiosity overwhelmed any trepidation. Drawn to it, he reached out without hesitation, blissfully ignorant of the warnings lying unspoken in the air.

“Don’t!” Banksie shouted, her voice cutting through the tapestry of mystery surrounding them. Ella lunged forward, fear evident on her face. “Marm, wait!”

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Golden Skies for Common People

And here we are, with the seventh chapter of Golden Skies, and about to reach the first half of this story.

In this episode, Krystal and Vanity attempt to punish Kitty, the group gets released in Cambridge, Scarlett and Ella have a moment, and everything spirals down from there.