Demented

Inspired to be a blend of Monster Collecting Anime and the Omegaverse's strange and eclectic rules and social structures, This is the world of Shire's Grove. To be gay in this world places you into one of two magical subspecies of human: Conductors and Orchestrals. Conductors are the head of their Pride of Orchestrals and have command over their magical singing voices, and the two types of gay people live in a symbiotic relationship with one another. Normally, these men are born among their own kind. However, for those like Kyle and Anselm, there are instances where they are born among the hetero world. They are in for some culture shock.

*POINTS AT PEN NAME WITH A GRIN!*

The old gal’s engine wont start. Don’t ask me what model the vehicle is I have no fucking Idea. I just know it’s a FORD and it’s from an age where they still used manual rolled up windows and a CD player was considered a hot selling item. She’s an ugly little rust bucket to be honest, but she gets me where I need to go when I actually need to drive somewhere. Granted about twenty five percent of the time my face is getting smoke from where my air conditioner should be. I keep trying to get it fi

Tucked under the arm of a drunk and angry looking knight of the Silbel Army was a frightened and pleading little Hareling boy. He looked mostly human save for two large pink bunny ears that matched the color of his hair, and a tuft of a tail that poked out from behind him. He was bound, blindfolded and gagged in the same restraints that he had been in when he had stood on the auction block. The knight had recently gotten a bonus, and after drinking copious amounts of alcohol he decided to poke h

So yeah, I've had a bit of whatever the opposite of a writers block is lately, and I ended up typing so much it busted my Laptops keyboard. Had to go out and buy me an external keyboard after, which didn't set me back much, but I'd thought I'd share that fun little anecdote. Apparently typing well over 100k words in less than two weeks can exacerbate wear and tear on a keyboard.

The small mining village where The Old Man’s Tavern resided in was noticeably vacant of residents this morning. The reason for this was the same reason it had been vacant the last time the maids had shown up in force. They were evacuated from the area by the Bertolde estate for their own safety. Some had not seen the reason for that evacuation until that horrifying minute where the sky itself was lit up with blasts of magic and the crazed howls and roars of so many werewolves flooded the night a

Okay so remember when I said I had a hard time finding Werewolves, Vampires and Magic Users that weren’t big assholes? Well there’s something of an additional reason why that is the case. More specifically a reason related to the fact that my status as a member of the Borisov family wasn't exactly secret as much as I'd like it to be. A reason that has this Witch named Claribelle jabbing her finger at my face and trying to shove me out of her bookstore. “Are you nuts!? What are you doing here

There’s a whole lot of powdered snow and sloshed up ice on the roads and on the sidewalks as I finally step out of my apartment building. You’d think I’d curse myself for not grabbing a coat and running back up the stairs to the apartment, but this cold barely does anything to me thanks to that non magical defense I have. You might be asking yourself, why would the cold trigger my passive defense? Any non magical damage, regardless of how slight, is absorbed into my non magical defense up to a c

Writing one of those descriptions that'll hook a reader is so friggin hard lemme tell ya.

Kotik was quite excited at the moment. His lover and master Lord Baldric said he had a surprise he was going to like quite a lot, as well as a gift that he thinks the Lynxian is going to really like. Despite this news being so heart pounding and thrilling to the lynxian, who was quite a fan of surprises himself, the Young Lord beside him seemed somewhat lost in thought. He wasn’t distant with Kotik of course. How could he with Kotik hugging him around the middle and nuzzling his face into the Yo

Oh yeah! Hunter could teach a college seminar on the sacred art of bitching lol.

Your humble servant comes before you with a confession, oh Spellcheck. When your holy presence asks me if I would like to add a new word to thine hallowed dictionary, it is not because I have divined a new word for thine enjoyment. Nay, instead the very act of spelling has strayed so far from your holy presence that it boarders on blasphemy! Your wayward servant strayed so far from your path that not even your holy gaze can glean the intended word, much to my shame. I further confess that I do not mystically divine the true spelling on my own. Nay, I flee to the realms of google to seek council rather than shame myself further in your eyes. Your humble servant asks for your forgiveness. Amen.

Listen, cheap rent comes with its own costs. I know you see that sub one thousand price tag for a place to rent on Craigslist and think; ‘hey, maybe I can actually exist with something resembling a budget if I don’t have to pay through my nose to keep a roof over my goddamn head.’ Don’t do it, it’s a trap. Don’t be like me, who has already been through so many of these nightmare scenarios with insane roommates that I’m just simultaneously numb and perpetually aggravated at this point. You mi

Meet Hunter Borisov, disgruntled twenty-eight year old under the table warehouse employee trying to eek out an existence with the cheapest rent he can find. All the while he tries to cope with his nightmarish parade of bad 'roommates'. Roommates that just so happen to be Warewolves/shifters, vampires, warlocks, and other Denizens of the night that most of the human population are blissfully ignorant of. Hunter isn't exactly normal himself, but he'll explain that in his sordid tale about his Family's Business and why he wants no part of it.

WHY HAST THO FORSAKEN ME SPELLCHECK!?

Praise be to the spellcheck, for without thee I would be utterly lost. Lead me not into deceptive synonyms, lest thou reveal thine servant's inadequacies to his readers. Hallowed be the holy their, they're, and there, and may we forever remember where their holy presence should be placed within thine sentences. Reveal to me the differences between to and too, for I confess oh spellcheck the extra o still plagues your humble servant so. Forgive me my grammatical transgressions, and reveal to me the squiggly red and green snakes laying in wait at my feet. In the name of the Subject and the Predicate Amen.

"Now Robin, I shall teach you about how to perform a cavity search."

If there was one thing that Count Raudh enjoyed about the Bertolde estate when Lord Baldric wasn’t available, it was that it served as a fantastic place to practice marathon running. He could run at full speed both inside and outside the Estate walls and plan out all manner of personal race courses and never interfere with the actual day to day tasks the staff, servants and slaves have. Even when he got close to running into someone a good hop will have him sail harmlessly over their heads witho

Within one of the many private dining quarters of the Bertolde Estate, two Noble teens were enjoying one of the most decadent and alluring meals they had experienced in a long while. The idea had struck Lord Baldric after he had noticed his poor little Lynxian was still having a quite hard time processing everything he had heard from the lesson plan he had given. This was perfectly understandable considering everything he had learned within that class session. Kotik had seen the true horrors

I am really loving the reception that MageCrafter has received on this site. It is something of a passion project of mine and I appreciate that people seem to be really enjoying it in the comments and with their various upvotes. This will be my first work of original fiction so I'm glad that the planning I've done on it is paying off. I do not plan for MageCrafter to run forever. I have a plan laid out and it seems to be paying some pretty great dividends if the audience responses are any indicator. More to come on that front soon. I'm also toying with posting another story as well. This one will be different than MageCrafter, though it will also have fantasy elements. This one will take place in an alternate world that is more akin to a modern day setting. Names of places and cities will be different, but the overall feel will be more modern day. It'll also have more of a tongue and cheek, comedic bent to it.

“Gods Dammit Baldric.” Said a very exasperated Tiefling Maid early in the morning at the Bertolde Estate. Shahnaz knew she was going to walk in on this one day, especially when she was expressly asked to walk in without knocking. If there was one thing she knew about her master, Lord Baldric, it was that he enjoyed showing off for an audience in all aspects of life. He was a consummate showman no matter what he was doing, though there were times she’d wish he’d dial it back a little bit. Tha

Pretty sure cannibalism in stories is banned on this site lol.

"You see sweetie, when two really frustrated men love each other very much..."

Kotik was not a happy cat boy later that night. Though he had quite enjoyed himself in the fog of debauchery that was his punishment, he had not really understood why they had made him quite so dirty until Lord Baldric had devilishly informed the Lynxian that he would need a bath. “As much as I would enjoy seeing you waltz around my father’s estate covered head to toe in my pleasure boys seed, I do believe he would take issue with that.” Baldric had said with a smirk as he led Kotik to a sid

Count Raudh was deeply flushed and kept a lookout for Bertolde staff that may pass by, hoping against hope not to get caught. His Friend, Lord Baldric, was right behind him, teasingly nibbling on his earlobe as he had his hand slipped right underneath the muscular lad’s Kilt. “Oh my~ somebody didn’t wear any undergarments when they came to see me.” Baldric cooed into the Ruby haired lad’s ear, making his face flush as red as his hair as the now steaming hand of the MageCrafter of water tease