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The Crimson Bride

Psychological horror | Wattpad | AO3 - Complete - 11 chapters

Florence, a transman who has recently escaped his abusive ex-husband, is haunted by dreams, or more accurately, nightmares exploring his traumatized psyche. Through a twisted version of his new partner, he is forced to confront his fears concerning womanhood, men, and sex, recognizing his internalized guilt from "the incident" along the way. His partner Max may have some similar struggles.

Main Characters

Florence - Skittish transman who keeps having nightmares about his ex husband.

Max - Florence's husband, who is battling with nightmares of his own about his mother.

The Man - Florence's dream version of Max, embodying all of his fears about men.

Sam - Max's old childhood friend and crush.

Every Hero Needs a Villain

Psychological horror, queerplatonic romance | To Be Posted

In a world of heroes versus villains, what happens when a hero and villain become best friends? What about when they fall for each other? Very tentative description that will be updated later.

Main Characters

TBD

The Diary of Spinel Bamford (Looking for Beta Readers!)

Horror mystery | To be posted - Complete

The Bamford manor is known for hosting a variety of colorful figures. Most notably, there's the ever sweet Mrs. Bamford, her brother, Charles, who is overcoming a recent tragedy, and her son, Spinel, who is silent as the grave. Only, Mrs. Bamford was barren until she met a certain, Hellish suitor, and the in house priests are well aware of that fact. Yet, when the manor staff start dropping like flies, the Antichrist may be the only one who can catch the culprit. A story full of commentary about religious fear mongering and the horrors of childhood.

Main Characters

Spinel Bamford - The literal Antichrist, a smart and silent child who's on the case!

Rosey - Spinel's mother, a sweet, enthusiastic, and caring woman.

Charles - Spinel's uncle, a clumsy yet sweet man who finds himself a prime suspect.

Detective - The dutiful and hardened detective, who is constantly stumped by the weird going ons within the manor.

The Breeding Grounds (Looking for Beta Readers!)

Sci-fi comedy | To be posted - Complete

In a very superficial anthro dog society, dogs compete in a game show to see which contestants can make the most beautiful pup using the patent pending Love Maker machine. Whoever wins is allowed into The City of Divine Visage, where they believe they will live a better life with more opportunities. Being invited onto the show is an honor, and dogs come from far and wide to shoot their shot. Yet, this year's game show has several twists and turns not even the announcer and producers could have predicted! An absurdist experience full of laughs and, most importantly, silly anthro dogs.

Main characters

Barker Woofington - Host of the breeding grounds, a strange and energetic fellow who does everything he can for the contestants.

Monly - Dog from a small town looking for better opportunities, but who greatly misses home.

Snifster - Dropped out of his dream school to be on the show, and was studying The Visage Scale until that point, giving him an advantage.

Lappy - Country dog with a history of show dogs in her family, she's confident she can win using both her charm and planning skills.

Padsly - A jock who may be far smarter than anyone ever expected, and even more conniving.

Sleep Laughing

Sci-fi Horror | To be posted - In Progress High Priority

In a sci-fi world, a "villain" is trapped in his own underground bunker with a set of "heroes". This rag tag group are desperately trying to get out while also tending to him. The problem? The "villain" has sustained a large gash of light, the particles threatening to consume him if it's allowed to spread any further. A story of robbed anatomy and role reversals.

Main characters

The villain - I wonder what someone like him dreams about. Do we even want to know?

Hope - The villain's caretaker who can't seem to help but baby talk him in the process.

Onyx - A tough older man who takes a more rational approach to the entire situation.

Hunter - Spunky young nurse who seems to hate his job.

Dick - The leader of the group, and his nickname says it all.

Lenore - A quiet woman who is far more capable than the others give her credit for. Comes off as cold yet has a heart of gold.

The Body Washer

Body horror, sci-fi horror | To be posted - In Progress Medium Priority

In a world where citizens are too busy to shower, machines take over the cleaning for them. Machines which may be able to operate on their own one day, but they need your help to train them! Well, that and their clients' data. You as a shower operator will face several strange horrors as you begin your new job in this dystopian society. Just what is the manager not telling you?

Main Characters

You - That's right, did I stutter?

Your manager - A strange man, the job seems to have taken a toll on him.

The Ghost & The Sludge (In Progress)

Queerplatonic Romance - To Be Posted - In Progress Low Priority

In a world full of monsters, the strongest monsters protect the others from humanity and are seen as worthy of respect. This attitude seeps into the school system, where monsters are taught this hierarchy in order to survive. Within one of these schools, a ghost named Preston finds himself getting closer to the ever popular sludge monster named Laurent when on their senior trip. Despite Preston being the stereotypical "loser", he finds he has more in common with Laurent than he would have ever expected. Will Preston manage to figure out Laurent's intent before the trip ends, or will he always be left wondering about that strange Summer?

Main characters

Preston - A shy ghost who keeps to himself, terrified of being bullied.

Laurent - The ruling sludge monster of his class, known for being a party animal yet also extremely studious.

The Glass Mosaic

Wattpad | AO3 - Completed - Oneshot

An art enthusiast finds himself face to face with the individual who broke his beloved stained glass window. He struggles between two desires; the desire to punish them, and the desire to find out why they'd do such a horrific thing. He practically worshiped that stain glass window, taking the time to understand why it was made, even though he himself lacks the passion the artist had. In his eyes, anyone who would destroy it must be some kind of monster. Yet, discovering the destructive individual, he realizes that description is far from the truth.

Main Characters

The art lover - A protector of the arts because he himself struggles to make them.

The art destroyer - Someone who may not know any better.

The Metz Family Breakfast

Wattpad | AO3 - Complete - Oneshot

One shot pertaining to my original characters the Metz family, including their teasing mother Mrs. Metz, the grumpy oldest Rainer, and his hyper younger sister Frida. When they're making breakfast together, Rainer is horrified when his sister Frida gets involved.

Cats of Imperium

Wattpad | AO3

Stories set in an open fantasy world where different types of fantasy cats try to survive under the goddess' rule.

I Could Never Sleep In Your House

AO3 - Complete - Oneshot

An unnamed narrator reflects on why they could never sleep in an old friend's house.

To Be Published

Infernal Serenade Series

Horror mystery | Three books - In Progress High Priority

The lone jogger, Quentin, ends up befriending the devil of Chiffon street, Bradi, and his girlfriend, Nicky. Though their neighbors tend to misunderstand them, Quentin finds himself connecting to them outcast to outcast. Yet, the more Quentin gets to know them, the more he suspects they may be involved in something occult. Ironically, while diving into this mystery, Quentin struggles to hide quite few secrets of his own. A tale set in the suburbs of a cult ridden California where every shadow and creek in the night hints at something greater, something more terrifying.

Main characters

Quentin - The mysterious jogger whose personal life is a complete mystery. Kind, though a bit awkward and stone faced.

Bradi - The devil of Chiffon Street, a bratty college student who has been known to terrorize his neighbors using his hose.

Nicky - The girlfriend of Bradi, extremely sweet and playful with an interest in all things occult.

Desiderius - The literal demon of lust, and an extremely mischievous and playful one at that.

Ashes of The Vale

Horror mystery | One Book - In Progress Medium Priority

Sawyer moves away from his sister, Alice, and into the small town of Ashvale to carve out his journey of independence. Yet, as the days pass, strange occurrences keep happening. His neighbors act as if they're hiding something, there's rumors about the previous owners of his house going mad, and he swears he hears things going bump in the night. Sawyer begins to worry the town's superstitions may be based on fact. Worst of all, he finds he can not escape his night terrors, and if anything, they begin to worsen.

Main Characters

Sawyer - The POV character, who recently moved into his new home, which was suspiciously cheap. His neighbors, however, are even more suspicious, though that might just be because Sawyer is plagued with nightmares, making him paranoid.

Remi - The person who greets Sawyer, and whom Sawyer feels the closest to. He's the glue that keeps the group together, being kind, playful, and energetic.

Nick - They're a flirtatious artist who the town folk seem to have a particular disdain for.

Jonathan - An extremely stern young man who is always keeping an eye on his friends for reasons he keeps close to his chest.

Cynthia - A shy and sweet young woman with a love for animals.

FAI

Horror Mystery | One Book - Revamping Medium Priority

When young Matthew's mom dies, he feels like his world has come to an end. Yet, his hopes sky rocket when the FAI, a discontinued toy, start appearing in his house and playing games with him. He believes his mom sent them to lead him back to her. Unfortunately, they're not alone. As Matthew grows older, investigating the FAI makes him realize his mom's line of work may have been more shady than he ever realized.

Main Characters

Matthew - A young boy who just lost his mother, and is desperate for her return.

Shapey - a FAI toy that looks mysteriously different from the rest.

The FAI - A discontinued toy set that appear in Matthew's house. They feel frighteningly lifelike.

For reference, here is last week's update. Let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist.

Writing Update 5/15/2025

Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):

Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.

Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.

Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.

Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.

Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

One of these days

One of these days I'm going to read all the books I want to read

One of these days I'm going to watch all the shows I want to watch

One of these days I'm going to play all the games I want to play

One of these days I'm going to get all my work done on time

One of these days I'm going to write everything I want to write

One of these days I'm going to text back everyone who texted me

One of these days I'm going to stop crying myself to sleep

One of these days I'm going to stop missing the mother that was never there

One of these days I'm going to stop being scared

One of these days I'm going to tell them what really went wrong

One of these days I'm going to stop drowning my feelings in songs

One of these days I'm going to stop being afraid of dancing

One of these days I'm going to stop being afraid of talking

One of these days I'm going to stop being afraid of thinking

One of these days I'm going to stop being afraid of feeling

One of these days

One of these days

One of these days

Which day?

There's always another day

Until there isn't

Then what?

Nothing?

I don't know

I'm scared to find out

But when I do

There won't be an endless flood of days anymore

Overwhelming days

Normal days

Overwhelmingly normal days

Every day is overwhelming

Some because they pass

Some because they don't

One of these days I'll stop being afraid of endings.

Teenage Wasteland, Chap. 3 - Come On Kids

[Author's Note: A more transitional chapter where I wanted to introduce one more of the last major characters. Enjoy!]

As the blazing South Carolina sun, a fiery orb in the cloudless, azure sky beat down on the Earth below, Tegan ignored Miss April Stauch’s droning lecture—the final, stifling school day of the year held zero interest to her. Her gaze, instead, snapped to the gym class outside, a blur of motion circling the soccer field. Specifically, she watched Samantha. Sweat plastered her mid-thigh shorts and white Hillcrest High shirt, clung to every curve in a way that made Tegan’s breath catch. A soft sigh escaped from her lips, with the sudden silence amplified the sound in the hot, still classroom, which drew every eye to her.

“Miss Tegan, just because it is the last day of the school year does not mean this isn’t important,” Miss Stauch admonished, but it did little to bring about Tegan’s focus.

The absolute drag of a day dragged on further and further, and despite Samantha and Tegan sharing many classes, they did not share these last two periods. That while Tegan spent the rest of her time this school year watching the clock, and then that last bell finally rung. She nearly sprinted out of the classroom—everyone else be damned. Grabbed everything important from her locker; most notably a bag of weed she got from her new friend, Robin. Who had quickly become a close friend to the pair and a band member for the Starstruck Queer. Though she lived on the other side of town, closer to Fountain Inn, she played the drums and was in the grade above them, even though she was sixteen and held back last year. And luckily for the trio, she also had an old Chevy van and had a license.

“Hey!” called out Robin, whose bright rainbow-colored hair flowed down to her broad shoulders, and the leather vest wrapped around her slightly-chubby torso, patched over with all the queer flags that could fit. Not to mention all the band patches: Bikini Kill, Metallica, Talking Heads, and even a few Blondie ones.

Just beside her stood the beautiful Samantha, who held her backpack from its handle. A happy, if tired, expression crossed her face. “I saw you staring at me during gym class,” she commented with a sly smile that brightened up her features and creased her eyebrows.

“Ready to get out of here?” Robin asked, as her car keys dangled between her fingers with a slight clinking of metal.

“Fuck yeah, I’m tired of this place and everyone in it. Don’t ever want to come back,” Tegan replied, slamming her locker door shut. Stuffing the actual combination lock into her bag.

Samantha yanked on Robin’s arm. “Plus, we need to go get some food and go jam, ya know? I feel like we’re finally getting into the grove, into the pocket, ya know?”

“Hell, you’ve improved so much,” Tegan complimented her girlfriend, not caring who saw them walking down the hallway hand-in-hand. A few sideways glances and mumbled words, just out of earshot, were always present, but neither cared.

“Those tapes you got me really helped,” Sam hummed, her lips brushed against Tegan’s cheek, a feather-light touch. The faint scent of vanilla from Tegan’s hair helped hide the stench of the un-air-conditioned air. Robin’s powerful arms, who smelled faintly of weed, encircled them both in a warm embrace, her laughter a low, comforting rumble.

“We’ll get some Sonic burgers and shakes. Then we need to start working on some original songs, yeah? Now speaking of buzz—”

Before she could finish her thought, the Oakley twins—Lisa and Robert—sauntered up, radiating an aura of superiority and false righteousness. Their clothes, impeccably-tailored Tommy Hilfiger, told of the wealth their parents had, and Tegan always wondered why they didn’t go to the private schools in Greenville. Robert’s hair, bleached blonde and spiked in such an absurd way, made her think of a hedgehog; the image brought a silent giggle to her lips.

“Well, if it isn’t the queer squad of Simpsonville,” Lisa laughed at her own joke. “Father says people like you are going to burn in hell. He even says we used to take fags and dykes, and hang ‘em from the railroad bridge down off Lake Harris.”

“Fuck off,” Samantha shot back. “You are just cookie-cutter bitches. Looking like every other unimaginative poser jackass."

Doing her best to direct the pair away from the bullies, Robin shot looks at the twins, who kept egging them on and on. As they kept following the trio, the twins directed insult after insult towards them.

“Hey, unwanted girl, you’re not a dyke, right?” Lisa pushed Tegan’s shoulder from behind, which had Tegan clenching both her jaw and fists. “You pretend to also like guys, right? Or is it that you actually just like guys, but no one wanted you, right?”

Tegan didn’t reply. She did her best to just walk away, to take the higher road. Breathing increasing, thoughts ran through her head at a thousand miles per hour. Not too long ago, she would have struck out against this bully. It’s the last day of school; why not just escape from these confines?

Lisa continued, pushing against Tegan’s shoulder again despite her brother’s protests to stop. “Like your piece of shit mother who left you at the orphanage, she couldn’t even stand you. So, instead of being alone forever. You decide to get with the local dyke, right?”

“Not everyone opens their legs for anything with a dick!” Samantha growled, her face turning a bright red, her fists clenched and veins bulging.

“Too ugly and unwanted for a proper boyfriend, is that it? I think I figured you out,” Lisa mocked, pushing Tegan once more. Samantha moved to stop, but Robin held Sam in place. Sam gave Robin a look but remained silent.

“Come on, just ignore her,” Robin tried her best to soothe the pair. “Let’s just get out of here. Fuck them. Not worth the problems.”

“At least Samantha and Robin are dykes. They know what they are. What the fuck are you, orphan bitch? Just some unwanted girl who had to settle for a—” Lisa had no chance to finish her insult. She had gone on far-too-long.

Turning on her heels, and using all her weight, Tegan punched Lisa right in her Romanesque nose as hard as she could. A clear crunch shook her hand and forced the smaller teen backwards into the arms of her twin brother. Much like a broken dam, there came forth a deluge of blood that covered Lisa’s face and onto her name-brand shirt. Before either twin could react, or even a teacher, the three ran out into the hot early summer. Teachers hot on their tail, but they didn’t follow them out into the parking lot. Lisa did have a reputation for running her mouth.

“Whoa, babe, that was fucking awesome!” Samantha shouted her praise as the pair slid into the van’s side door. Slamming it shut behind them.

The inside of the van was bare, stripped of the seats that were in here. Just a thick green-brown carpet, and some party lights strung across the ceiling. They lit up into a kaleidoscopic color array that would enrapture Tegan whenever they got high, which had been as often as they could afford to do so. As the engine rumbled to life and the whole van came to life with low vibrations that ran through Tegan’s every fiber.

Her adrenaline ran quickly and fast, her blood churned as thick as mud deep in her chest. Breathing still quickened, needing to be caught but cannot be. Samantha wrapped a sweaty arm around her girlfriend, pulling Tegan closer. They shared a quick kiss. Then, it became deep, passionate, as if they’ll never kiss one another again. A fleeting moment in Heaven was better than none. Because it ended quickly with a loud cough from Robin.

“Hello, I’m still here and single!” Robin called out from the driver’s seat.

Samantha’s full-bodied laugh, a rich, throaty sound, echoed through the van as she crawled towards the back. Dusty air, thick with the scent of old canvas and faint motor oil and gasoline, filled her nostrils as she reached a hidden compartment—Tegan watched her as she pulled up the carpet to show a roughly-cut hole underneath Robin’s handiwork. A makeshift shelf, yet fully-bolted in, nestled above the rumbling machinery, held a treasure: an antique cigar box. Its aged wood and rusted hinges creaked and groaned as Sam opened it, released a pungent wave of stale weed. Inside, nestled in a crinkled sandwich bag, was the sought-after prize: dark, sticky buds, a crisp pack of rolling papers, a metallic smoking pipe, and a lighter with a peace symbol on it. Her fingers were nimble and well-practiced, she rolled a joint, the stems and seeds clunk softly as she tossed them back into the box. And tossed each one back inside. With a pat to secure the carpet, their secret tucked away once again.

They didn’t smoke the joint as they drove. No, that would be an invitation for those small-town cops—always patrolling and waiting for some teenager to fuck up—to harass them, then arrest them, or, at the least, drive them home and talk to their parents. It was far too risky. Instead, after the fatty burgers and sugary sweetness of Sonic’s drive-through faded, Robin drove them to Simpsonville Park’s far side, away from the graveyard’s somber stillness and the busier section with its cheerful cacophony of children’s laughter and the crack of baseball bats from the always busy baseball fields. Partially hidden by a thick copse of oak and maple trees, their haven felt secluded, a hushed sanctuary from the town’s watchful gaze. No one came out here.

“So, I got some lyrics written up,” Tegan said as she leaned against the metal wall of the van. Joint between two short fingers, she took a long draw and held it in as she passed it onward. But she coughed it out just a quick; a headiness overtook her and planted a smile across her face.

Robin sat beside Tegan; legs crossed beneath her. As she took the joint and took her own hit before passing it to Samantha. “Well, sing it for us! No need to be shy. We’re best friends and bandmates, right?”

The mere idea of singing made Tegan sweat; hot beads prickled her forehead, her palms itched with a nervous tremor, her mouth as dry as parchment. The simple act, once effortless during their jam sessions, now loomed, a daunting, almost impossible task. “Right now?” she stammered, the words caught in her dry throat.

Samantha’s reassuring hand rested on Tegan’s knee, rubbing it softly in small circles. “Nah, not right now, babe. Just, well, do you have the lyrics? We’d love to go over it. Just promise us you’ll sing it later.”

Tegan nodded and dug in her backpack until she pulled out an old, creased notebook. “Yeah, when we get back to your place and jam out. I’ll sing my heart out. It feels so embarrassing to do so as we get high in the van.”

“Oh, these are quite good,” Samantha remarked as she flipped through the pages of the notebook. “There’s, like, a dozen songs in here. We could have our whole first album in here. Actually, I take it back. These are wonderful. ‘Forgotten’ is so angry, but I feel it. ‘Jubilee and Me’ is so lovely.”

“Lemme see, lemme see.” Robin snatched the notebook, pursuing its pages.

Robin quietly read each page, stopped on one for a moment, then moved to another. Saying not a word, even waving off the last little bit of the joint. She didn’t look up; no, she was so engrossed to where Tegan and Samantha exited the hot van to leave the older teen to her reading that Robin didn’t notice.

A strong breeze rustled the bright green leaves of the surrounding trees. Under their heavy boughs, where squirrels scampered and birds sung, was a large boulder that showed the scars of dozens of teens who have visited it. Several names etched onto its rough surface, many proclamations of love and lust—graffiti of all sorts. Littered with empty beer and soda cans, cigarette butts dotted the dirt. Ground in by weeks and months of different shoes of those who came here for some peace and quiet.

“Lisa Oakley pisses me off so much,” Tegan let out a huff. “On the last day of school, too. The second or third best day of the year. Maybe fourth. Well, I guess fifth now with your birthday involved.”

“Dork,” Samantha joked. “She’s a nobody. Destined to have a shitty life of Sunday church, three-and-a-half kids, and unsatisfying sex.”

Robin handed Tegan the notebook and climbed up the walk beside the couple. “Dude, your songs are awesome. We need to put them to music. Like as soon as possible. Need to come down a bit before I’ll drive, but yeah, we gonna play one of these today. Just pick one.”

Tegan took it to heart, as she went through every song in her notebook. The other two distracted themselves like they did every time they got high. Breaking down into the two of them talking about whatever happened on WWF Raw of WCW Nitro, which wrestler was the best, or which show was better. Tegan held zero interest in it. Instead, she wrote a song about how Samantha made her feel on that night those weeks ago.

“That’s it,” Tegan said after some time. “Come on, let’s go jam. I’m feeling it.”

Samantha hopped off the boulder. “Oh, she’s feeling it, eh? This is going to be good.”

“Yeah, let’s get to it. We’ll play until Sam’s parents throw us out.” Robin laughed and climbed into the driver’s seat. Tegan joined her in the passenger’s side. The dash held only a cassette player with a recordable cassette of songs that Robin had copied from the radio. She pushed it in and cranked up the volume.

The van’s engine rumbled to life; a deep growl vibrated through the floorboards as Robin steered them toward the other side of Simpsonville. Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” distorted and crackling, filled the van. As the short drive got closer to Sullivan road, there came the sudden appearance of several black, ominous clouds, blotting out the sun. A heavy, humid blanket clung to the air, thick and cloying, as a gusty wind whipped around the van, which made the trees lining Sullivan Road to sway and thrash about, their leaves rustled like whispered secrets that Mother Nature refused to give up.

Samantha’s parents were kind enough to let Robin store her drum kit—a gleaming green set—in the garage, which they otherwise used only for storage. The pitter-patter of rain against the roof and the driveway formed a natural rhythm as Tegan came upon the corner where the V-shaped guitar and her very own bass guitar, lovingly-covered in a soft, grey sheet, sat. The faint scent of old wood and stale polish lingered around them. On an almost daily basis, the trio practiced, which echoed the rhythmic thud of drums and the twang of strings throughout the neighborhood. Now, with school out, the trio planned hours of practice every single day, as Tegan declared, “until we are too good to be ignored,” her words sharp and determined.

****

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Writing Update 5/15/2025

Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):

Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.

Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.

Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.

Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.

Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere

Writing Update 5/15/2025

Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):

Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.

Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.

Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.

Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.

Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere