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[poisonedlens]

Work in Progress | Interactive Fiction | Choicescript 

A thrilling choose-your-own-adventure where you step into the shoes of a detective on a mission to apprehend a notorious and elusive serial killer. Delve into the dark recesses of the killer's mind, uncovering the mysteries surrounding each murder, and ultimately unravel the motive behind the killer's heinous acts.

Play as a woman, man, or non-binary; gay, straight, or bisexual.

Customize your detective and choose your fighting style.

Choose whether to improve or worsen your relationship with your lesbian moms.

Untangle clues and puzzles as you navigate through a web of intrigue.

Choose to romance or pursue a romance with your longtime partner, the captain of the police precinct, the reporter who’s obsessed with the case or a secret romance.

Choose to bring the killer to justice, let them escape, or team up with them.

Previously known as The Purple Room.

Warning:

Contains graphic and gory descriptions.

Demo | Tumblr | COG Forum | Romantic Options

Latest update: 10 April 2025

Minor bug fixes

[wherechaoswins]

[greenhairstreak]

Uploading more of my WIP already partially because I'm really impatient and want to build up my blog with posts already but partially because I'm happy with how its coming along!

[vera27]

True Colors (Aftermath)

More spoilers for A Heart's Lament fanfic on ao3. This one is set farther away than the other two. Also these snippets are subject to some change (not a lot but some).

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD

Irene knows that this is something that should cast Tom into the bad category in her head. Murder isn’t something one should just glance over, but she finds the situation makes it hard to. She worries at her bottom lip. It’s not even refutable that Jiang brought Tom here to dispose of him. She’s not blind enough to think the sycophantic man brought him to the Forbidden Forest for a chat.

But does that make what Tom did acceptable?

She knows that Jiang‘s death wasn’t simple self-defence, but if it was any other individual who had done the same, Irene would forgive them. Her throat feels tense. She swallows, looks at the pale faces of her best friends as they stare at the rigid body that lies on the forest floor. They’re horrified, rightfully so. Afraid to look at Tom—again, rightfully so. But when Irene looks at him, she sees the monster, sees the obsession that still dances in the corners of his dark eyes, but doesn’t look away. Her fingers card through her hair.

The problem is, Irene already knows her answer.

It was made the moment she called Fontius instead of Dumbledore.

She shakes out her knots and sighs to slump down on the floor, not caring that she’s about two feet from the body. It’s funny how she can’t manage a pittance of empathy for the man, but perhaps that’s because he just tried to ship her to a dicator.

‘Are you alright, Irene?’ Minerva asks as she walks to her side.

Irene can see how Minerva’s eyes stay trained on her, not wanting to see the body. ‘Yeah, maybe you and Iris should head back to the castle. I don’t want to keep you out here now that we know there’s no danger anymore.’

Minerva’s jaw tenses. ‘No. We should stay with you. It’s still dangerous with all the other creatures in the forest.’ Her eyes betray her true thoughts, flicking to Tom.

Tom smirks, never missing a second of what’s happening around him. ‘Minerva, I believe the creatures are of no danger at the moment. Perhaps you and Miss Fawley should return. Irene and I can handle the rest.’ His shoes crunch against the grass as he pads to them, hands behind his back.

Irene can hear the grind of Minerva’s teeth. When she looks at Iris, though, there’s nothing but the same shocked and horrified expression.

‘No danger?’ Minerva's voice is strained at the point of breaking into something wild and vicious. ‘You’re the most dangerous creature here!’

‘No need to get upset. What I did was simply self-defence. Those who want to live a long life should refrain from attempting to murder others.’

Irene grimaces, sees the indignation in Minerva’s eyes.

‘Do you not feel anything?’ Minerva asks.

‘I must admit, no, not really. Although the killing itself was quite the rush.’ He smiles.

Minerva bites her lip, close to tearing skin. ‘Well, I never!’

Irene can’t stop the next exhale from leaving her. ‘You know what I said earlier?’ She looks at Minerva. ‘Absolute psychopath, I tell you.’

Tom has the nerve to look charmed at her words. ‘No, not psychopath. Sociopath.’ And there’s something there in the expression he holds that Irene’s never seen before. She shivers.

‘You’ve got the entire school fooled!’ Minerva’s hands are a wild thing, gesturing around crazed. She looks a tad mad.

Irene can sympathise as she nods in agreement.

Hysterical laughs interceded by hitching breaths cut through the quiet background of the forest. When they turn, they see it’s Iris. Her lips twitch and she breathes out, ‘Godric, Irene. You’ve got yourself all messed up, haven’t you?’

‘This isn’t the time to laugh, Iris!’ Minerva pleads.

‘Now Minerva, haven’t we learned to get along with others?’ Tom’s look of amusement only forces out an angry noise of frustration from the other.

God. Where is Fontius?

[animationabundance]

Finished it (for the most part)! hehehehe....

[zoannearts]

Happy wip wednesday, just been chipping away at this piece never done anything like this before so I am taking my time, really pleased with how it’s turning out so far!

[antoniab93-blog]

Writing a book is hard - part 4

For those who are new, I have had an idea for a book since forever, it's all mapped out, I just need to bloody write it. This part of a series of reflective posts, where I talk about my challenges with the WIP

For those who are new, I have had an idea for a book since forever, it’s all mapped out, I just need to bloody write it. At the start of last year I decided to try doing a little writing challenge, which was going really well until it wasn’t… I burnt the fuck out. I work full time, run this blog, a podcast, exercise, have a partner and somehow also see my friends. I just don’t know how to find…

[suzannegabrielle]

the only 2 sides of a writer

side 1: (without a pen or notebook for literally 3 seconds) i’m having all these thoughts and nowhere to jot ‘em down! where’s my stuff? throw me a napkin! i’ll write with my own blood if i have to!

side 2: writing? nah man, there’s chores to do ! i have to clean the house. water the plants. get rid of that wallpaper that’s been bothering me for 3 years. do a barista course! you know! stuff to do!

[pluto-writes-things]

i think i want to throw myself into a new project that i've been working on.. in the planning process currently and i'm enjoying the vibes. my favorite part of planning is putting together a pinterest board and building characters.

[xylospringsdomain]

Battery is the enemy. #wip #currentwip #digitalart #art #OC #originalcharacter

100% down to getting to the fun part.

[squidyyy23]

DANCING AFTER DEATH - Chapter 1: Meet Me in the Woods Tonight

Fresh off a prison sentence, Ian Gallagher is lost, wandering aimlessly through a life that doesn’t feel like his anymore. So when Lip offers him a fresh start halfway across the country, he takes it. He’s not sure what he expected from the small, Northern California town of Charming, but it certainly didn’t involve a closeted, dark-haired, blue-eyed member of the local motorcycle gang turning his life upside down. His head tells him to get the hell out of dodge, but there’s just something about him Ian can’t let go. And maybe he’ll fly too close to the sun and get burned. But it’ll be a beautiful fucking fire.

Chapters: 1/12

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Word Count: 13k

Click here to read on AO3.

I am beyond fucking excited about this project. Hope you all have as much fun with it as I am. 💕

[vera27]

NEW CHAPTER RELEASE

CH 13: The Worst Is Yet to Come (snippet)

Black bows his head, and Tom leaves, Rosier trailing to his side. Before exiting the Great Hall, he takes one look. Towards the Gryffindor table, between one bushy-haired girl and another blonde one, the seat is vacant.

The image of Hill standing in the glare of candlelight as the victor in some tumultuous battle flashes. Under his palms lingers the icy cobblestone of the passageway, lingers the unmistakable panic that had overtaken him. Nails dig into flesh as Tom pulls himself from the memory.

Irene Hill is dangerous, far more dangerous than anything he’d imagined.

Tom turns, his robes twisting in the wind as he continues through the doorway and to the dungeons. He’d never foreseen this result. Pushback, yes. A powerful one, expected of a Gryffindor. But overwhelming defeat?

Never.

Yet, aside from Hill’s opportune victory, away from the dark’s obscured shadows, he remembers her expression. A smattering of red, eyes dilated, and chest heaving, but there was no smug victory that played across euphoric features.

Only dawning horror and terror of the power she held sat.

A snarl rises in his throat. Power is a gift undeserving for those who shun it. His muscles tense and Tom’s nose wrinkles in distaste. He thumbs the wand that lies in his pocket. It sparks at him. He retracts his fingers. A vicious thing it is, biting at him with every chance it gets.

Terribly unhappy to be parted with its master.

[claraortegart]

WIP

[animationabundance]

Working on something short for fun. Taking a break from main project for a minute...

~Adsila~

[catsaar]

With seeing @s4simomo and Devon Bumpkin’s Japanese builds my fingers are itching...

[eddielhouse]

Writeblr intro

I'm Eddie. I've previously only really written poetry (and the occasional short story) but I thought I'd take the plunge and try to encourage myself to work on some longer pieces by starting this.

They/them

90s kid, in my late 20's

Queer

Busy as all living hell

I mostly write poetry and YA fiction. Poetry can be found under the mine tag, short stories under snippets and longer form works under currentwip

I'll add to this as needed hopefully

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