Blog Introduction Post - New Content Coming Soon!

Hello, and welcome to this bookish corner of the internet! My Tumblr blog is getting a makeover, so I’ll introduce my new idea for it. I’m very excited about this. ^^

First, something about myself; I’m Alec Reinikainen, a dark fiction writer from Finland. I haven’t published any books yet, but I’m in the process of editing my 1st book. You’ll hear about it more when the time to publish it comes closer. :)

I’m taking part of a Finnish reading challenge, called “Helmet-lukuhaaste” (Helmet Reading Challenge). I’ve read 6 books from the challenge, which gave me a blog idea – I’ll write about my reading journey this year since I’m reading so many books and want to discuss about them, lol.

Helmet Reading Challenge in English.

What to expect from me: deep dive posts about the books I’ve picked for the challenge with a humorous touch (I’ll provide a Google Docs link for the books), and insight on how to write stories. For this year I’m concentrating on book reviews, but I’m planning to make writing advice posts too.

Most of the books I read are dark. I do occasionally enjoy lighter books, but these are the constant genres on my blog: Horror, Dark Fantasy, Thrillers, and Dark Romance. I’m also a huge fan of Fantasy in general, so my lighter books will be mostly about that. I’m planning to post short videos on my YT and social media accounts, but that’s for the future.

I’m a student and my life is very busy, so my publishing schedule can be a bit inconsistent. My goal is to make a post once a week at most and once a month at the least. I’ll tell if my schedule changes. I’m also going to post memes and such to keep myself active here.

Welcome to my blog, I’ll hope you have a good time! If you have any questions or want to suggest a blog topic about writing or reading, comment on this post or ask me! ^^

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Black Rose Rebirth Flower Essence

This flower essence painting is inspired by Mourner’s Path, which is a flower field in my book - Universe of Light: The Ethereal Realm. Mourner’s Path includes five flowers, each one has a different meaning.

The black rose represents rebirth. In my story it talks about how if someone strays too far from their path in life, it will trigger a rebirth. It will make you face the things you need to do so that you can learn and grow. I chose the black rose because it is a flower that carries a darkness but also a richness, much like a rebirth. We must push ourselves to find the deeper and richer meanings of life.

Flowers carry so much symbolism, we just have to look closer and feel the energy they are sending us. Nature holds much wisdom, the things we like and the interests we like are often giving us messages to grow, learn and feel. Once we calm our mind, and listen to our inner voice, we unlock parts of ourselves to explore more freely.

If you are interested in buying my paintings or my book, the link to my website is below.

If you would like to become part of my community where I share my creative endeavours then give me a follow, so we can stay connected 😊

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“She meant the world to me.”

“Meant?”

“Pretty girls make fools out of wise men”

Tulip and Elvin omg my babies omg thats so them he thinks hes sooooo smart

I know I’ve been kind of quiet lately, life has ben life-ing at me super hard BUT it’s here! It’s here! History Will Call Them Tombmates is here! Have you grabbed your copy?

Writing Bat, Valeska, and Jace’s story was one of those that took me down interesting turns. I wanted a duet that could act as a “starter pack” essentially for the Bay of the Dead ‘verse, giving brief introductions to some of my favorite characters from Moondale, Ironport, and Eventide and what I got was this chaotic, queer adventure about finding oneself, healing from old wounds, and learning to be the person you were always meant to be. With intros to Tony and Rus, of course.

I also got a bridge between the small towns of Maryland that I’ve been playing in to a larger sandbox. Bat and her crew take this 'verse global, and I’m so excited to explore this world on a wider scale and see what comes next!

March 2026 Update | Lesbunnian

Finally trying to get back into the habit of monthly updates again. This is also sharing my new release date plans and everything that will be happening this year for Meadow of a Rabbit. Thank you for your support

Wonderful walk round Great Yarmouth.

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙

(Re-done & Super long, but please read it.)

<🖤About The Blog 🖤>

Friends ~ (Name > Nickname)

Lia \ Loki 💚

@z0mb1ew1ll \ WILLBEE 💥🫀 < we share a brain

@amaryllisvine \ Apple < Yes she’s on my DNI list and my friends list lol

Retrosystem \ Ash

Jack \ Norman

Liam \ Idiot < we ARE friends, I’m sorry to say.

Always holding space for zennie.

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Tagsss:

#Tulips anger issues <- angry posts

#Ally cries <- vent posts

#Tulip talks to willbee <- talking to Will

#MSP <- book posts

#Wade yaps <- random posts

#Asks! <- asks lol

Tulip rants about tulip lol <- Similar to book posts but about skarla

<~☆𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊☆~>

I’m Tulip/Wade, I am an actress and writer (i also love dance and was a dancer for 8yrs, and a model for 2!)

I’m 15yo (birthday may 5th) ☆ I’m Nonbinary + Pansexual (Single!) ☆ activist + feminist ☆ and a Pagan (Apollo devotee 🌻☀️)

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 ☆ Marvel <3 ☆ History ☆ CSC ☆ Slime rancher ☆ Hetty feather (books) ☆ WroEF ☆ Arcane ☆ horror ☆ Art ☆ reading/writing ☆ Batman & All the robins ☆ Scarlett Johansson & Florence Pugh ☆ Sally face ☆ BOOKS!!

Kins (in order): Wade wilson/deadpool<3333, Yelena belova(mcu2025), Loki, Jinx (arcane), Johnny storm (FF4 first steps), Hetty feather & Diamond (HF BOOKS), Mochi miles, Dick greyson (Teen titans, 2003).

HEAVY on deadpool and yelena (no doubles please it stresses me out)

Music interests: bbno$ ☆ Katseye ☆ Eminem ☆ James marriott ☆ Lady gaga ☆ Chapell Roan ☆ Reagen ☆ Jennie ☆ Micheal Jackson ☆ (To be added to)

Book series i love: Hetty feather <3, Narnia chronicles, A Christmas carol (not a series but i love it sm), the twisted tales series, circus de freak, Am I normal yet? Series, the train to impossible places, captian underpants < childhood right here, The chocolate box girls.

𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 (Health + Mental health):

OCD, Type 1 diabetic, Depression & anxiety disorder, anger issues, and Hyper-empathy disorder, Half blind, insomnia, Severe PTSD (thanks mum 🥹)

+ some fucking personality shit lol.

DNI and blog rules! >

If you are on my personal DNI list but feel like you have a real reason to reach out, that is completely okay and my asks are open, I do not want bad blood with anyone (unless you’re on my gen DNI LIST, idk what’s wrong with you thats a you issue.)

GEN DNI LIST (no ordeer): Racists, homophobes, sexists, Creeps & Bullies, gen AI supporters, ICE or ICE supporters, anyone who tells people to kill themsalves, Maga, swifites, reform voters, anyone mean/purposefully horrible. You get the criteria i think.

Personal DNI (in order): Vei and any of his minions, anyone from my school unless stated we are friends (we are not), Ella, Tianna, Josh & Kaileena < any of Ella’s friends really because yall hate me

Rules; a SFW blog, keep it PG in my asks, I’m a minor !, No threats, be nice to everyone i talk to or about, feel free to correct me if I’ve gotten facts wrong!

Quotes and statements 🎭

Note (mainly for Willbee & Ella, but if it applies then it applies!): If we previously have had issues or arguments before October 2025, I apologise, I was not myself and am still not completely myself, but I am working on it, I hate no one even if I’ve said I do.

Note 2.0: I do have a side blog for my thoughts and feelings, it is like a diary to me, if you have access to this, please dont take offence to any of it, because you are basically reading my diary.

Quotes (will update) 🎭

“I am gods greatest mistake, and I’ll make sure he knows.” -Tulip karla (MSP)

“Life is…beautiful” -Katherine Howard (tudors)

“Daddy, I’m so alone.” -Yelena Belova (Thunderbolts*)

“That kid was abused, you can tell, you can always tell!” -Deadpool (Deadpool 1??)

Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief commercial-like breaks of happiness.“ -Deadpool (Comics)

Nearly there: part 1

Warnings: themes of death, sickness, hospice

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What would you do if you had a week to live? You’re sick… you can’t go out and make a difference. What does it even mean to make a difference? Does it mean to change the world? … maybe just one person’s world is enough …

Katie lay alone in her bed at the hospice… her family long gone… so she accepts her solitude and finds peace in silence, her weak fingers softly curling around the fabric of her blanket as she smiles. She smiles because she’s breathing and she can feel the sun shining through the window onto her… for someone who’s felt so much pain this is heaven. Pure delight.

A wheelchair rolls into her room, pushed by a nurse.

In the chair is her closest friend in the hospice, her roommate, just coming back from playing cards in the main room with the others.

“Ava” she mutters under her breath as she touches her heart. Katie turns her attention to the nerse. Smiling as she kindly whispers, “may Ava stay in my bed tonight”. Her eyes close gently, hope in her chest.

Ava nods softly and is brought to Katie’s bed. Laying comfortably beside her as they put their hands together, a grounding hold on their comfortable reality.

The nurse sighs and turns, walking out and closing the door slowly so as not to slam it.

Silence fills the room, quickly interrupted by quiet giggling and as they roll to face eachother.

Weak gentle bodies hold each other in an embrace that promises devotion to the end and past it. Softly pressing their chests together to feel their hearts slowly sync into a calm beat for each other. Ava, being the shorter of the two, comfortably puts her face into the crook of Katie’s neck before reaching up a hand to touch her smooth head.

This moment lasted a million years to them… it was so comfortable.

Smashwords Read and Ebook Week!

It’s Smashwords Read and Ebook week and my books are on sale! Please click the link and check them out. Some are even free!

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Smashwords Read and Ebook Week!

Happy Saturday!

I wanted to write about a few things.

I’ve been writing and publishing my work in various forms online for 10 years and I’ve always wanted my writing to be accessible.

Five of my poetry collections and my first novel are available for anyone to read directly online and those works will stay that way.

You can find those works here

I’m planning on adding two more collections, one of poetry and one of fiction, that compile works I’ve written between 2016 and 2021!

I’ll post an update when those are up!

My future projects will continue to be published as paperbacks and I want to start publishing widely available ebooks as well.

This is a huge shift in how I publish my writing but I’m also super excited about it!

White Eyes: part 1

Warnings: blindness, themes debating the soul, morality, worth of human life, manipulation, abuse, abuse of power, imprisonment, brainwashing, blood

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Baris was a kind young lad. He still is, though no longer by choice. As a matter of fact, I would bet he’d do anything to get out a bit of his pent up anger… frustration… hate. I don’t blame him. If I were in his shoes I would hate the world too. I would hate the sinners and the innocent alike.

Some people just have the right to be hateful. Why shouldn’t they?

It’s only fair… after all… It’s the only thing his broken soul has left to do.

Baris sits in the place he calls home. In his head, it’s hell, reaking of cigarettes, every surface covered with filth, grime, dirt. Thank God he’s blind, his dying soul would turn to dust if he knew that grime he wipes off the walls with a filthy rag every morning was in fact human blood. Stumbling and clutching his frail starving frame as he waits… he waits and he rests, knowing attempts to escape are futile. Laboured breaths from his dying lungs as he chokes down another cigarette… waiting.

The door opens. Heavy steps, a familiar sound. It was God. Well… as far as Baris knows.

He hears the keys drop on the table by the door and a loud hard cough from lungs twice the size of his… the crumpling of a paper bag that he prayed was food.

Baris was hungry. He quickly swallowed and cleaned his mouth. If God found out he was hunting… eating dead rotten rats, insects, mud… God would be very displeased.

“OY, WHITE EYES”, God called out, his voice rough as sand paper, instantly giving Baris a painful ache in his chest, a pang of dread. But he knew he had to go to his master. He had to eat or he would surely die, kept permanently on the brink of starvation. He debated following the sound of God’s voice… debated hiding, curling up in a small space; under a bed on in the corner of a closet. But why bother? He always regrets not eating. Lying in bed gnawing at his wrists in a desperate hunger every night… he hates being hungry.

Reluctantly walking down stairs, his bare feet stepping over piles of broken glass. He steps on a few pieces but doesn’t dare make a sound. God doesn’t care for crying, nor does he care for sending Baris to the hospital if said wounds were to get infected… so why bother complaining.

“there you are, baby” God bent down, stroking Baris’ head in mock sympathy. “Got you some food, baby. It’s not much but… I know you don’t need much” Baris’ body tences, hunching in visible discomfort as God hugs him from behind, resting his chin in the top of Baris’ head, choking out the words “and you know I like you skinny”

Gods hard fist connects with Baris’ spine.

The dirt and grime on the floor sticks to him, gasping and gripping his hair as he tries to pull himself back to his feet. Glass shards make soft clink sounds beneath his palms as they crack and puncture the flesh. Finally managing to pull himself up onto his shaking skinny legs, dusting off his hands on a shirt gone hard with dried blood.

The door slams. He’s alone again.

But he can smell the food left on the table for him. Stumbling over to it, each step requiring a five second rest time. He feels in the paper bag… half a tuna sandwich (which he can smell is out of date), a kids carten of apple juce, a small box of stail popcorn, and an open packet of beef jerky.

… oh, how generous.

The color scheme doesn’t go with the book art at all, but listen… Deshay is the personification of lazy boat ride down a creek in the middle of spring with the scent of lavender in the air. That sage green and sky blue and bubble combo? That’s Deshay. The Walking Calm.

Prologue

A faun boy, no older than nine years old, skipped down the street towards home. Excited to tell his mother about his day at school. Humming some tune no one but he knew. Each hoof makes a clicking sound with every step, but no one in town pays attention to him as they go about their shopping and bartering. Some ask stall tenders to lower their prices on bread, some realizing they don’t have as much money as they thought. All of them going about their day without paying attention to the little faun boy who did not know about the current news. That war was on the horizon and the guards were requesting new mages with high scores in their magic lessons, no matter how old, to join.

The faun boy finally makes it home, a little bookshop with a flat on the top floor for the family who owns it. His family. He makes his way inside, waving to his father who was manning the till while his mother was upstairs. He trots up the stairs to his family’s flat, immediately running to the kitchen where his mother cooks something on the stove.

“Mama! Mama! You’ll never believe what happened at school today!” He shouts as he approaches, slightly scaring the taller faun woman. One with long light brown hair and the same green eyes as him.

“Really now? If I won’t believe it, please, by all means tell me what happened,” she answered him as she turned back to the stove, before handing the small boy a cookie off the cooling rack.

“The teacher let us try out spells finally! I was the only one able to actually cast a growth spell on the plants!” He bounces up and down happily, before taking an enthusiastic bite of the cookie she handed him.

“Wow, that’s impressive. I remember your dad couldn’t cast a growth spell until he was fourteen. You managed to do it at eight.” She chuckles. Still stirring the pot as she smiles. Happy that her son was excited over a spell, even if she had learned the same spell when she was a year younger than him.

“Yeah, but even cooler, Serena managed to cast a light spell with that new bard magic she’s been learning!” He bounces even more, talking through a mouth full of food.

“… Well… She’s learning fast.” She answers, very impressed by the news of Selena, a satyr girl that her son was friends with, could do that. Light spells were… Complicated. She wasn’t even able to do it for years. So an eight year old being able to do it was impressive, and with bard magic at that.

“Yeah, it was really cool, she even made the spell look like fireflies!” The boy exclaimed. Not realizing how impressive his friend’s spell really was. He was just a kid, not an acclaimed mage like his mother. His mother, on the other hand, was trying not to make it obvious how impressive it was. Not wanting to make her son feel like he’s not doing good at spellwork, but definitely going to give Selena more books on barricade magic for free. Likely ones more meant for middle schoolers than elementary schoolers Selena’s age.

After the conversation, the boy’s mother helps him sit on the counter to watch her cook. Something they do nearly daily when he gets back from school. He kicks his feet as he chomps down on the cookie in his small hands. The boy was a skinny kid, always had been and always will be. He sometimes got picked on for being skinny and taller than the other kids, while Selena got picked on for being chubby and shorter. It’s how they had become friends, after they had both been getting bullied by the same kid. Now they were basically connected at the hip.

“… What’s that?” He asks his mother, pointing at the flower in her hand.

“… A rose. It symbolizes love. Your father got me some yesterday. I’m going to use them for a spell meant for self love and protection,” she answers. Letting him look at the rose but not hold it. “Nuh uh. This flower still has its thorns from when it was on the bush. It’s not good to touch it or grab it without being careful.”

“Okay. It’s really pretty. It’s so bright and pink.” He says, looking at the flower closely. Smiling as he sees how bright the pink color of the petals look against the greens of their home.

“Mhm. I asked your dad to get pink ones to make sure they’ll work for the spell.” She puts the flower back in the vase. “… Maybe one day you’ll get roses from someone you love. I’m sure anyone would be so lucky to have you in their life.” She smiles at him, as she continues her cooking. Her son watches the ingredients in the pot as she does.

He’d miss days like these when he grew up, even if he didn’t know it.

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Unboxing Flower Knows Sweetie Bear Make-up Items

Unboxing Flower Knows Sweetie Bear Make-up Items

In this installment of MEET YOUR MAKER (normal), another set of rando questions that I answer all at once in an awkward, yet easy way to seem “engaged” and “relatable”.

I pulled these from this post, so thanks to the OP.

1. Can you whistle?
   Yes, but in the musical way, not the loud, scare everyone way
2. Favourite flower?
   Roses and lavender, obsessed
3. Can you speak piglatin?
   Esyeh
4. Banana bread, with or without walnuts?
   Without, barf.
5. Are you currently wearing anything blue?
   Yes
6. Have you ever been in an ambulance?
   Yes
7. Is your belly button an innie; outie or inbetweenie?
   Innie
8. Green grapes or red grapes?
   Neither, gross
9. How’s the weather where you are?
   Currently lightly snowing.
10. Can you play an instrument?
    I can percuss with the best of them.
11. Guilty pleasure song?
    I don’t feel guilty about the music I listen to.
12. What was the last thing you ate?
    Blueberry bagel
13. What is your zodiac sign?
    Sun sign is Gemini
14. Top 3 pizza toppings. Cheese doesn’t count.
    I only do cheese, but multiple cheeses
15. How long have you been on Tumblr.com?
    Since 2010
16. What’s something you’ve only ever done once and hated every minute of it?
    I hate everything so almost everything.
17. Are you right handed or left handed or ambidextrous?
    Left primarily, so that means ambidextrous in a right-handed world.
18. Have you been outside yet today?
    I leaned out the door to put out cat food and water for the neighborhood cats
19. Do you talk to yourself?
    Yes
20. Are your nails painted right now?
    No
21. Favourite condiment?
    Sriracha
22. Do you have vivid dreams?
    Sometimes
23. Are you vegetarian or vegan?
    Vegetarian
24. Favourite colour of the rainbow?
    Pink
25. Have you been to your nation’s capital?
    Yes
26. What was the last thing you looked for online?
    It wasn’t a search, but I pulled up my morning meditations
27. How many languages do you speak fluently?
    Just English
28. Have you ever been hypnotized?
    No
29. Do you have a job?
    AI stole all of my jobs, buy my books and art, please.
30. Are you blocked by anyone to your knowledge?
    I must be
31. Have you had a post break containment?
    Kind of
32. How many continents have you been to?
    I have never been outside of North America
33. What was the last thing you bought online?
    Ziplocs or vitamins, or something like that, I’m not sure.
34. Favourite potato chip flavour?
    I don’t love chips so probably just barbecue
35. Do you have a lucky number?
    Yes
36. Have you drank water today?
    Yes
37. Top 5 desserts.
    Probably all of the ones I want to try that I haven’t had yet.
38. Have you been a part of a bridal party?
    Yes
39. Do you have tattoos?
    Yes
40. How many pillows do you sleep with?
    Many
41. Are you superstitious?
    Yes
42. Do you like yogurt?
    No, but I use it anyway
43. How many meals have you had today?
    1 of 2
44. Have you ever seen snow?
    It’s snowing right now
45. Top 5 comfort movies?
    The Princess Bride, O’ Brother, Where Art Thou?, The Big Lebowski, 3000 Miles to Graceland, The Outsiders, and about a thousand more.
46. Have you ever met any celebrities?
    Yes
47. Are you wearing socks right now?
    If I’m wearing socks, I’m doing something against my will
48. What was the last animal you touched?
    A cat

The Road You follow episode 1- Hangman - The Road You follow- Episode 1

Hi here is an episode of a thing i’m doing

Things have been rather awful as of late; I intend to write about it.

As the greats say, “Fuck it, we ball”. However, as ball is life, it means that, against all odds, we live. And that is all that can be done, truly.

Expect something new to bloom in the near-future. Such things cannot grow without a little rain, so I anticipate what a hurricane such as this will bring.

Fear not, dear reader(s?), for I shall stay in touch as best I can. Perhaps I’ll even do “music Fridays” where I post what I’m listening to/my favorite song at the time. To kick things off, I am currently listening to “Penny Come Home” by Ricky Montgomery.

Thank you for sticking around. It means the world to me.

- C.R. 💜