PhormTheGenie

Vixen. Genie. Vixdjinn!

Hi! I'm Phorm, and I'm a Vixdjinn!

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I'm a genie girl, who really likes being a genie, and really likes everything about genies (really)! I'm a bit confused, lost, and trying to find my way, but I always enjoy interacting with folks here. (Trans🏳️‍⚧️, occasionally NSFW, Be 18+ or please be gone.)

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Over the last few days I've been going back over my writing.

Recently I've just been really impressed by the writing I've seen others sharing. These big, wonderful stories that are filled with life and inspiration. Where their awesome characters are allowed to do awesome cool things and exist in a grand shared world with others.

And somewhere in my head, I was convincing myself that I was doing something similar. There's dozens of stories and snippets I want to tell about my characters that I think are really fantastic. They mean a lot to me. I selfishly think they're cool. I selfishly think their story is awesome.

Then I go back and read it again and... You'd be hard pressed to believe I liked these characters.

Because all they experience is misery and hurt and fear.

A lot of that is because I use my writing to work through my issues - and often when I write, I'm channeling a lot of my current sorrow, frustration, and fear into the world I'm creating. Vect & co. are supposed to be the underdogs, but still..

It just feels so hopeless and bleak. I want them to be able to shine. To stand tall. To have joy and love.

I don't regret what I've written. I want to keep pushing forward. But it just strikes me how miserable it comes off.



(Note: This interlude occurs some handful of hours after this previous entry.)

"Thick as soup..."

Kayte let out a sigh from where she sat on the concrete curb. She was thoroughly exhausted. After Vect had stepped out the previous evening, Kayte had to be the one to step up and run the club for the remainder of the evening. And then into the morning. Then clean up everything afterward. She had closed the bar long ago, and it had been about two hours since she had finished scrubbing the last of the floors. Yet, despite her fatigue she couldn't bring herself to sleep.

Vect hadn't come home.



Transgressions Universe Central Post

This pinned post serves to organize all of the various bits of writing that I've been publishing on CoHost over the last few months. All of these interludes are part of the same narrative universe, and all of the characters and events described are intertwined with one another.

Some of these may wind up becoming non-canonical, depending on how events solidify. I've tried to mark those entries explicitly.

The posts are organized below both by order of publication, and additionally organized chronologically as they occur in the storyline.

I'll try to update this post as more entries are added.

Feel free to also use this post as a mechanism to ask questions about any of this work in progress, should you wish to (Though I do assure that the ask box is also open for such inquiries).