Mistree

@mysmistree.bsky.social

She/Her Just a peaceful little writer. Come say hi, or judge my works! ♥ Be not surprised if I mention or repost a lot of transgender stuff, as I am transgender, and the two things correlate, would you believe.

So, for a while now, google has been using artificial intelligence in order to supplement queries with extra information. I sought how many words are in the short story anthology "Smoke And Mirrors." Not only did it entirely misunderstand me, it is also wrong.

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So most things are moving off twitter. And I think that's great. I don't really post to twitter, so here are some things to honor whenever this'll be. Stuff I've worked on lately. They are: Don Quixote (Limbus Company, labeled.) Ishmael (Limbus Company, maid.) And a friend's char. (Brick-wall).

A Drawing of Don Quixote from Limbus Company.A Drawing of Ishmael from Limbus Company.A friend's character they asked me to draw.

Perhaps, now that I have posted roughly thirty short stories (Some good, some not-so-good), I can officially call myself a writer and stop pretending. ... Perhaps, a writer is someone who has posted thirty-one short stories.

The One Idea: The fact I know of an entire series of manga which is, by my own definition, relatively underground suggests that many other people do too. The supposition that many people know whole series which are relatively underground, is an excellent reason to be an author.

It has successfully been more than an hour since I joined this platform, and so it is time to attempt my next favorite thing on the internet: Pretending to be profound until I say something profound. Featuring: One idea.

So, I got pulled here in absence of a seperate sane platform to post my ramblings to. So hai! As my first order of business, I've written a new story, so to whoever finds this buried account, welcome, and please enjoy! adventuresadversaries.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-...

The Girl And Her Emerald Shoes

It was the most elegant dress he’d ever seen. As the cardboard which had been covering it fell away, the late-evening sunlight beamed...

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