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@thefoxandrose

Writer of fantasy stories with queer MCs for those who love drama, politics, and devotion that burns slow and sinks down into the darkest corners of the heart Always writing, always dreaming 🖊️ Formerly starspundream@twitter

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Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· 4d

Sometimes you get that one comment that just makes it all feel worth it 😭 Thank you for coming back to my story after finally completing it 💕 You can read the whole novel here: archiveofourown.org/works/534628... tapas.io/series/Dance...

Comment left on AO3: "Oh wow, thank you so much for writing this! It is exactly the kind of writing for which I dive into original works again and again. It very well may be one of the most impressive things I've read in here, actually. It was absolutely amazing, from start to finish—I loved the characters, the worldbuilding, the style. I was hooked literally from the first sentence (like, how can you not be, when it begins with stealing a dragon egg, haha), and I'm so happy you finished it.

I have no idea how you managed to write the slowest of slow burns while having the characters kiss so (relatively) early in the story, and without it ever feeling infuriating. I mean, I was screaming "just kiss already!" at the screen during the final chapters, but that's par for the course for the genre, lol.

Your language is so evocative and entertaining, if that makes sense. The similies are imaginative and always on point. Tbh, while I was reading, it fired up my creative mind and inspired me to be more elaborate and intentional with my own prose :D So thank you for that too, haha."

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· 12d

Also, AO3 is telling me 185k on this one 😂 And exactly 2.5 years to the day!

Dance of Blood and Faith by Starspundream, Published 02/02/2024, Completed 08/02/2026, Words: 185217, Chapters 57/57

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· 14d

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Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· 21d

CAMELOT X SONG OF ACHILLES A general tasked with leading a young queen and her nation into war. An enemy looking for safety beneath her banner. An empire threatening them all. 💫 a warlord's son disgraced 💫 a lost prince seeking asylum 💫 a queen suddenly crowned #questpit #Q #A #F #FR

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· 21d

CAPTIVE PRINCE X SHADES OF MAGIC X THE NIGHTSHADE CROWN A blood knight, shackled to the empire he once fought against, finds potential freedom in a thief wielding outlawed shadow magic who would set him free for a devastating price. #questpit #Q #A #F #LGBTQ

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Jul 1

What You Will Find Within: Forbidden relationships

Courtly politics and intrigue

Empire and war

Magic and mysticism

Animal companions

LGBTQ cast

M/M main romance

Slow burn

Found family

$The world is at war. Arastrina, once a devastated nation, now sits at the vanguard of a movement against the Ornalynan Empire. Its newly crowned queen hopes that her human commander can do what he did for her flagging army and rally the rest of the world around them. But she never counted on a potential alliance with Ornalyna’s rogue state, Tayavezd, or its purported prince entering her plans. Their nation teeters on the brink of disaster. Tayavezd’s last hope rests on its young prince, whose lineage could make or break their chances at legitimacy on the world stage, but whose abilities could not only change Ornalyna itself but bring a soul back to a fractured empire. But with Ornalyna bearing down on their fledgling nation, Tayavezd’s beleagured court needs help, and their prince is in dire need of training. They find both in Arastrina’s High Commander, a military champion who had survived the horrors of Ornalyna only to find himself estranged from his own country upon his return. Taken in by Arastrina’s former king, he helped rebuild their army, and in turn, the nation after Ornalyna’s invasion nearly razed it to the ground. Now he finds himself balancing the needs of Arastrina and the hopes of Tayavezd, all in a bid to bring Ornalyna’s ambition to heel.$

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Jul 1

A collection exploring love, loss, the breaking, and the broken, and how heart and hope persist despite it all. #QueerPit #PM #A

Tell me the stories of the stars and how the moon courts them every night. Tell me about the oceans and all the hits the shores take. Tell me how you love and just how it will break my heart.

He handed me a shovel and said dig, so we put a hole in the earth, dark as death’s heart, and then we sat at the edge, side-by-side, while he spilled lines of poetry from books I’d never read, but his voice was sweet with sincerity, and I knew then that some things you buried without a body.

A sea of red, but when they ask about the bleeding, you just smile and say there are things far worse than a little blood lost, the sort of stuff you can always come back from but never quite the same, like the sun forgot to shine in certain places so you learn how to navigate the dark until the dark finds a little place inside of you to call home, but even if the sun forgets, he says, there are stars and they are beautiful.

Come to me in my darkest hour, place your hands upon my skin, and find the places where the light has bled out. Tell me then how I am still holy, how I am the star’s envy. There on your knees beside me, show me how I can still be the utter ruin of you. Dig until you find my heart and put yours there beside it, both of us shadow-made. You did not come here for forgiveness, and I am not asking for salvation. Make of me an apocalypse and build the world again in our glory.

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Jul 1

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Jun 16

It is all that you are that has enamored all that I am. #PhoenixFlareWeek

Let us play pretend. I will wear your crown, and you will call me prince. Take to your knee before me, and let shadow claim your face. You will be the one Time lost, free to make of yourself whatever your desires wish. Wanderer. Savior. Beggar. Lover. Everything and nothing, yet would you still be mine? Even though destiny has no more grasp on you now than the wind a mountain’s face. Were you free of yourself, not knight, not son, not prince forgotten, would you still look at me the same? Give up all you are, I do not think devotion would abandon you. But let us play pretend. Speak as a heart unfettered, and let us see just how magnanimous I might be beneath your mantle. - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Jun 14

If I were to approach you as a question, would I be the answer? (Long time no see, #PhoenixFlare 💕) #PhoenixFlareWeek

How would it be, I wonder, if I set my lips to yours? Would your surprise taste like summer berries, bright as sunshine and sweet as rain? Or would it be your quiet knowing that hits my tongue, rich as a winter red and flooding my veins with warmth? I sit here, watching you now, wondering how it all would play out while you talk of stealing our future from Fate’s hands, you knowing I would bring down the moon if you but only had the courage to ask, and yet here we both are, the evidence of our potential buried as Reality presses her point against our throats. But what I wouldn’t give for an afternoon of stumbling through the potentials, to uncover you, layer by layer, until the truth of you exposes itself before me. - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Jun 5

Happy Pride, y'all 🌈

Set your gaze upon me, fearless. I will meet it with a grin. For what are you and I but one within the other, two parts whole, together undone and undoing until another world is made. And there I will crown your heart. There you will taste of my soul. Let them speak of us as sin, and I will show you how the holy forgives.

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 29

Who else is hyped for Evercold? ❄️

So, this is what they are calling you now, Death? Look at you, in your gown of white and your lips gone cold. Frostweaver. Annihilator. What would you not consume? From your fingertips, an endless drip of snowfall, and with a breath, the world loses its memories to ice and dreams. Call this earth to sleep, and let wake those who would imagine themselves gods of this nothingness. Colossi birthed by winter’s end, and still there is your boundless hunger. I will meet you then, Devourer, and remind you that everything burns. - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 27

Trying to mitigate those post-Fanfest blues with some kbbq

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 26

Thank you to everyone for another fun Fanfest! 💕

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 8

Give me but a moment, and you will know redemption's name...

And I ask what god will hear us now that we have fallen, Love. What more could Fate have to say to us now that we have spilled all that red from her hands? Perhaps we should become the forgotten, out of sight and out of mind, instead of seeking blessings blinded by a faith that would have had our heads as well as our hearts. Are we not holy? Have we not been both beginning and end, and here we now stand, bereft of wings but not of flight. I met salvation in your kiss, and by your touch did I find grace. What are we if not sacrosanct? Stay with me now, under this star-kept sky, and I will show you how one prays. - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 4

Good morning, #phoenixflare nation ☀️ I thought to write again of sky-sanctioned waltzes and desires simmering beneath death's hand...

Joshua, I must admit I have grown rather fond of our correspondence, even as we now call ourselves comrades in arms. That you are so close to me now does not escape my attention, nor does the strangeness of keeping up this pretense of distance as I continue to apply myself to pen and paper both. I know that dire circumstances loom over our horizon, clouding our tomorrows with its darkening gaze, but these letters have been ever the respite from all that awaits me. And though I do not think myself worthy of it, I find your words a much needed salve to the wounds I have endured, even as I recognize them as being of my own making. Perhaps I do not deserve such kindness, but I bask in it like a storm-sodden rose beneath the dawn’s burgeoning light. But how could you ever be anything other than the warmth of a new day? You are the Phoenix, and as the man I am now, a far cry from the man I thought I would be, I cannot help but see the beauty in that. We are not our eikons. This I know as I know how the blue of your eyes matches the summer sky just before night moves in to brush its lips against the day. We are more than these creatures thrust upon us at our births, and yet they are as much a part of us as our own skin. Our destinies have ever been entwined with theirs, for better or worse. Bahamut may be of the light, but there is no denying his appetite for destruction. So, forgive me if I cannot help but look to you as a reminder of all that might still be, even when the world has become but ash and broken dreams. Your presence has inspired better thoughts within me, though part of me is ashamed to admit as much. For you see, I have thought of us dancing through the skies, untouched by the earth and all its worldly demands. I feel as though such a thing might be the first taste of true freedom I might delight in, unshackled even if for but a few brief moments from duty. That we might be both of ourselves and these brilliant, brutal beings caged within us, united in the …

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 2

A guilty heart and salvation's plea

Would you have me then? I am here, on this pyre at world’s end, waiting for your flames. Come, claim me. Let ember in its faith renewed devour us until we are but light and dream and desperation. Supplicant, savior, eternally devoted. Whisper but my name, and I am yours. - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Apr 1

I would come to you broken, but every piece of me yours

How would you have me lay my sins before you? I dare not count the marks upon my soul, but I know that you see them all the same, and how they weigh upon me with the same force as hope hung upon the stars. Unworthy as I am of your glory, I have crawled here back to you, proud still of all that I could be beneath your wings. Tell me I am a fool, and I will wear that crown as king. My name upon your lips, as close to absolution as I dare dream. Would that I could seek my penance buried in the depths of you, but I will satisfy myself with just a glimpse of your light. Name me martyr for your cause, and I will kneel before you. Place me at your mercy, and hear my heart sing. - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Mar 31

So, Dion... #phoenixflare

Joshua,
I wish that I could say I had not thought to write to you after all that had passed between us that fateful night, but I would make a liar of myself, and I do not know that I could bear yet another shame upon my soul for it. So it is that I have thought to write you. More times than I would care to admit. I have begun this letter a hundred different ways. I have burned each one in my mind before I ever set pen to paper.

Why, you might ask...

Because I do not know if I have the right to this. To burden you with my thoughts, my guilt, and yet, in the midst of all this wreckage, I find myself returning to you the way dawn always finds the horizon. Call me selfish for this. You would not be wrong. I only hope you might forgive me in time, even if I cannot absolve myself for all my crimes. Again, I am a selfish man. I would not blame you for thinking less of me for all my failings. But know that I heard you, and how I hated my inability to heed your call. I had never felt so lost, trapped there within my own self, shackled to a creature I knew by heart and yet would only ever suffer at its claws.

Perhaps I am wrong to blame Bahamut. Are we not the keepers of our eikons? What then does it say of me to have lost control so completely I forgot even myself? I wish that I could remember the horror of it all, for I would deserve no less. That is a burden I should have fully borne, but instead, I am left with the vestiges of my destruction, as if it were no more than a tale told to me by a bard and not a hell I unleashed by my own hand. Was this always to be the way of it? Have I had no more agency over my own destiny than a flock before the feast?

And yet, I think of you and feel myself a weak man. Laid low by his own folly, but there you are, an ever resplendent reminder of all we might still do as long as breath fills our lungs and hope our hearts. How can I succumb to despair when you call to me still? I do not know if I am worthy of the Phoenix’s grace, but k…

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Feb 15

Happy Valentine’s Day from Fia and Eli 💕💌 tapas.io/series/Dance...

“I do find your mouth rather entertaining.”

A soft huff of laughter puffed over Fia’s jaw. Leaning up, Eli pressed his mouth to Fia’s ear, warmth blossoming with every word as he whispered, “You might not like it so much when I bite, my dear knight.”

When the grin took over his mouth, even Fia could feel the savageness of it. He shifted his weight, pressing against Eli’s palm, and settled his right hand on Eli's hip. Fia lowered his head so the tip of his nose trailed down Eli’s neck, then he turned his head so he spoke against the strong line of Eli’s jaw.

“And you might find out just how much I like it, Eli.”

He felt Eli go still against him. No weight against that hand to his chest now, but neither did it drop. He stood, like a deer alerted by birdsong, the sort of tension just waiting to break.

His chest rose and fell, its rhythm on the right side of just too fast. Eli curled his fingers and scraped his nails lightly along the leather surface of his armor. When he exhaled, it came out hot against Fia’s ear, with his lips left slightly parted in its wake.

Every little bit of it worth remembering.

“Whatever am I to do with you, Fiarac Basdlan?” Eli breathed out.

“Whatever you so please,” Fia murmured. And then, he pulled himself away, a wave ripped from the shore, and strode over to where Alaicáth still sat.

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Feb 11

When the wolf becomes the lamb

Look at you, expecting an ending, daring the edge to bite in like you can already see the blood on my hands, when all I want is absolution, a chance to breathe without breaking, you or me, but even in my gentlest moment, you find devastation, and down we both go. (starspundream)

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Dec 14

Still the prettiest place in this game

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Dec 13

My novel is a #tapas staff pick this week! If you're looking for a M/M fantasy romance story to read this weekend, please check it out 💕 tapas.io/series/Dance...

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Dec 7

Things I enjoyed writing today:

“How many more will die tonight, Fia?” Eli asked, quiet.  

“However many it takes to see you safe,” Fia answered.

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Dec 2

I love this place

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Nov 23

Hello #phoenixflare nation, it's been a bit, hasn't it...

Joshua,

I know not why I write you now, only that sleep has refused to grace me with her touch, and it has left my mind full of our last meeting. How I wish I had known of your existence all these years, to have had the hope of it fluttering within my chest instead of the weight of your loss. Though I know to want for such a thing is a waste, for I cannot ask time to give me back those years. But you are here now.

Miraculously.

I must admit I was unsure of what to make of your arrival, as sudden and unexpected as a blossoming meadow in the depths of winter. Mostly because I could not yet make sense of what it stirred within me, as though you had awoken embers long gone cold within my heart. Hope, again, yes. And relief that you had somehow survived such tragedy. Yet, beneath that, something else.

Who else, though, but the Phoenix, could bring fire to an ashen hearth? I thought I had known love, its touch gentle and secure, and I’ll admit now to a certain sense of guilt, Greagor forgive me, for allowing myself to want for more. I had thought you no more than a dream, a wish of memory, and as ever, life moved on and so must we all. So I did. But I am a fool, and now you keep me up at night, for I would have known you in any life. As I knew you the moment you walked into my tent. How I ache for a little more of your time, selfish though it may be. For us to speak of idle nothings as if the sun were not about to rise and call us once more to our duties.

Yet, duty exists for us both. It is enough that you still live, and in that, I take great comfort. Know that I am yours, an ally you may trust, my wings yours should you want for them.

Dion

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Nov 23

And so it was once said, that parting is such sweet sorrow...

I would have you as this ache, filling in this hollow space that had known only you, once as warm as the blood that still runs through my veins, now no more than a hungering emptiness, clawing into the void for one more taste of you. I would have you as this and not the nothingness of endings, savoring the taste of memories, unable to be sated, wanting always for the moment you call me yours once again - starspundream

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Nov 5

For the afternoon #questpit crowd 💕 CAPTIVE PRINCE X SHADES OF MAGIC A blood knight, shackled to the empire he once fought against, finds potential freedom in a thief wielding outlawed shadow magic who would set him free for a devastating price.

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Nov 5

The theft of a dragon's egg leads to a hunt gone awry and a choice that could open the doors to death and unravel the world in this slowburn M/M fantasy. ✨a blood knight trapped ✨a thief looking to save him ✨a shadow world in waiting #QuestPit #W #A #F #RF #LGBTQ ( #Q in December!)

“Elios…”

That was a warning.

Eli grinned and set himself back against the knight’s chest more firmly. A small act, but making of himself something entirely and undeniably present. “Eli. I’d rather you call me that. Only you, though. I'm not too sure about the rest of them yet. And my point still stands. Also, I was quite correct about you being the fearsome sort.” That finally earned him a glance from the knight. Eli exhaled, the sound edging toward a whistle, low but unmistakably impressed. “You have a very intense stare.”

A blink greeted that comment. Genuine surprise. The hand on his hip settled a little heavier against it like a bird finally committed to roosting.

Forever Writing 🌟@thefoxandrose· Oct 23

I appear to have been pinged, and yes, this fits me as well! 🏳️‍🌈 I write comics and novels, mostly of the BL variety and spanning fantasy genres