if i weren’t tired from trying to proof read all these posts today, i’d do a better job of selling them.
if you remember my last post about chrylurks (You awaken in chrysalis. Your mind hangs by a web, our web, our embrace.), i’ve written a new one-shot. longer, and less opaquely written. it’s also my first time flexing my action writing skills in a while
One to the Light, Swarm to the Shadows 5.0k words 2026-02-09 where a single bug crawls, a hive lies unseen
Golden sky hung above as horizon enveloped sun. Gilded like kintsugi, shining between shards of darkling clouds. This twilight might well have been night already — that suited me.
I crawled up the tower, claws of my tarsi hooking into brickwork. Human alchemists loved this plain white stone. What was it that drew such empire-wide devotion — the symbolic purity? As if this tower wasn’t a stain on forest that had predated it. Even where it wasn’t garrish white stone, it was angular iron bars flecked with red.
if you only read one of today’s posts, that’s certainly the one i’m proudest of
but i had a particular intent when i started writing it, an experiment i wanted to conduct. but i got carried away setting the scene and laying pipe, and it turned into something else entirely.
the next day, before i’d finished editing i took a walk, and had a vision for now to execute the real formatting fuckery i intended. i thought it’d be easy enough to knock out quickly before getting back to the other post. then it turned into a one shot of its own!
Traitor-Mastering 1.9k words 2026-02-09 Posted on an anonymous binding board
:: Be me :: thrallborne. :: Vectored by a master infiltrator :: stealthy as fuck :: slipped right into the summer palace :: infested a princess. :: Court never figured it out! :: Three instars pass :: fending for myself :: totally parasite-mastering. :: One day a hive nurse shows up, starts tending to me :: it’s another infiltrator. :: Court’s face when princess’s favorite maid was a bug and no one noticed.
if you recall yesterday’s joke about greentext in a fantasy world, this is my attempt to convey that.
but that’s not all, somehow! this morning, while i lay in bed planning my day, i intended to edit both these along aside my other responsibilities - then i got distracted planning another writing. this one is more expositional, and i admittedly did the least to clean it up
On the Emotions of Thralls 1.6k words 2026-02-09 Digression concerning abnormal psychological spectra
For a mortal enthralled to a chrylurk’s will, one’s mind is not one’s own. Trivial wisdom, oft quoted. But for all its overpreached banality, few have reckoned with what this truly means. Chrylurk subjugation is no less than a challenge — a refutation, an annihilation — of the human condition. Beyond human! Subjectivity itself ought experience a profound vertigo in the face of the thralls.
ok, that’s all for now. it shouldn’t be hard to find your way to the main directory if any of those posts amuse you