Andi is 🏳️‍⚧️ RE-DRAFTING DESECRATE 🏳️‍⚧️

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For the small village, the morning had been peaceful. Everyone was focused on their tasks, trying to make sure everything in their new home was ready for the coming winter. That peace was shattered when one of the townsfolk who had gone out to forage came back in a rush, shaking and frantic, barely able to communicate at first. In an instant, they were surrounded by worried faces, the crowd all desperate to know what had them so rattled. Once given a chance to catch their breath and really think, they were finally able to speak and tell the whole town gathered around them about what they saw, doing their best to describe the monstrous creatures they’d encountered. They spoke of creatures that towered over them, easily hundreds, if not thousands or more times larger than they were, with incredibly long bodies, walking on two limbs, with another two sticking out of the tops of their torsos, those two splitting at the ends, only to branch out into five distinct feet. The alone had the townsfolk whispering amongst each other, doubt starting to spread. Yet the forager continued, seeming not to notice the shift in attitude amongst the others. They spoke of the masses of antennae that hung limply from their heads, moving not quite as one unit, but in waves, dangling down their backs and around their squishy, bulbous faces, beady eyes that seemed to focus intently on specific points that the forager couldn’t understand the importance of. Whatever the importance though, whenever they seemed to focus on the right thing, their faces would split almost in half, revealing a maw of teeth the forager assured the townsfolk were the size of their head!

And the sounds those maws made, complex, confusing noises that boomed through the woods, either bringing others closer or somehow repelling them, the louder they were, the more likely the others were to stop sometimes, when others they would rush over, leaving the forager feeling like the whole world was shaking around them as they watched, unable to understand them. No one could seem to calm the forager or get them to stop rambling, them continuing to talk about the colorful patches of loose flesh that hung around their bodies, that didn’t seem to quite move with the rest of their bodies, often blowing back, or flattening, as if gravity affected those pieces of them differently than the rest of their bodies. Another townsfolk, a builder known for their calm, steady attitude, tried to step forward and assure the forager that somehow, this must be their imagination playing tricks on them, that such a creature couldn’t possibly exist. Unfortunately, that just made the forager more frantic, insisting these creatures were the size of small trees, shaking the ground with each step and shattering branches that got in their way, only to seem to not even notice the destruction they left in their wake, whole roads’ worth of foliage trampled for their paths. Finally, someone was able to convince them to go rest, and as the forager was escorted away, the townsfolk were left to whisper amongst each other, unsure how much of that description to believe, and where the forager could have gotten these ideas if they weren’t true.

Didn't expect a description practice scene to be the first writing thing I shared, but I'm really happy with this! And would love to know what people think these creatures look like!

A moodboard with photo consisting of: dark pink lace on a wood background, a snowy cabin in the woods, a fat woman in black lace lingerie holding a bouquet of lillies and sunflowers, pale pink roses, a person with pink hair holding white roses, and person in cozy bed reading a book and leaning against a wood wall framed with fairy lights

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What sort of aesthetics best describe your book and its mood? Share a moodboard if you’ve got one, or describe imagery that you think fits. Ie baking bread, flickering candles, a run down lighthouse, etc. #WritingPrompt

Took me a second to figure out how to stream to a scheduled livestream and not make a new one.

ANYWAY. WE ARE LIVE.

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a brown rectangle with a drawing if Kit over it. He's leaning back, one hand in his pocket, and drinking a can of something labeled "vague alcoholic beverage". There is also text that reads: A SHIVER RUNS THROUGH HIM, EVEN AS A BEAD OF SWEAT RUNS FROM HIS TEMPLE. CHRISTIAN Christian "Kit" Michaels is the Main Character of DESECRATE, my novel coming out next spring! He is a seminary dropout turned classics student with a mission: to figure out what is haunting his dreams and free it. Kit is chronically ill, dealing with chronic nausea and fatigue on the daily. Neither of them are particularly pleasant to deal with, but he makes it work. While Kit himself doesn't go out of his way to make his nausea worse, he also doesn't do anything to make it better, leading himself into a sort of catch-22.

AND THEN THERE'S KIT

Christian "Kit" Michaels is the MC of Desecrate, he's transmasc agender and achillean!

He's a seminary dropout, but a country boy thru and thru. A mechanic's son, he's always got his hands in *something*. Including in my brain and forcing me to rotate him on a spit in my mind!

Icky baby boy... Icarus is the MC of the Call Me Icarus series and he's a gay trans man!

He's a pain in the ass and the messiest man I've ever had the pleasure of writing. An absolute menace on page that I cannot stop thinking about ever!

oh hohoho it is my time to SHINE

One piece of recurring inagery in the Call Me Icarus series is the Greater Cleveland Aquarium and their touch tank that nornally has horseshoe crabs in it! (normally being when i'm not there, apparently, because they hid the crabs from me ☹️☹️☹️)

anyways i just made my first tuition payment so it's official that i'm starting my master's next month 🫠 here's to starting my creative writing program and actually getting use out of dedicated writing time!

i know an academic program hate to see me comin

Promo graphic for Name From Nowhere, cyberpunk fiction by Winter Simpson. The background image is of a dark-haired woman wearing visor-style sunglasses and a black coat is standing in front of a pink and blue patterned neon sign. The colours from the sign are reflecting on her skin and sunglasses. The tag at the top of the graphic says patreon.com/winterandwords. The rest of the text says "I’m mostly on autopilot, trying to keep a look on my face that doesn’t accidentally veer from tired into pissed off."

🔫 NAME FROM NOWHERE chapter 13 is now live!

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(Mercy cover art by Soren Häxan, Zitti e Buoni and Sir Gawain cover art by me)

It's either Sam, a hot transfemme, or the commentary on small towns covering for abusers. Who am I kidding? It's definitely the hottie. Good thing WHERE WILLOWS WEEP is available elsewhere

boob window priest too much i guess

icky baby boy you are so problematic for just existing i guess

confident and sexy autistic trans man 😔😔😔😔

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Reblog by @airic-fenn · 6 images 💬 28  🔁 8559  ❤️ 6684 · Just to clarify, there's a bill that would STOP credit card companies from controlling who's allowed to spend money on porn or "risque" (read: queer) content. If you don't t…

Its called the Fair Access to Banking Act. & if youre in the US, definitely pester your reps about it

If you don't have time to read it (tho I encourage you to when you have the chance), there's a good breakdown over here of whats in it & the motivations behind it www.tumblr.com/airic-fenn/7...

Hey with itchio shadowbanning nsfw bc of Collective Shout pressuring payment processors, I want to point folks in the direction of H.R.987 & S.401 which would prevent credit card companies, etc from deciding how you spend your money

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How about a promo day for reasons… if you’ve been affected by the NSFW takedowns and shadowbans on itch, share the other places people can support your work below ⬇️ #WritingPrompt

Also—and i cannot stress this enough—if you just. Want my books? DM me. I'll send it to you.

WHERE WILLOWS WEEP has been taken down by @itch.io which so fucking cool of them to completely remove my work with absolutely no notice. Tell me again how this isn't censorship? Tell me again how this isn't transphobia?

ΔΆΙΟΣ, χειμα, wait for me, and death comes for us all are all delisted. i fear i may just move my shorts to my newsletter now that i can use that sorta like a patreon and see what i can do with icarus

it looks like over half of my stories got hit by the itch delisting which is,,, definitely something i have the mental and emotional capacity to process right now (/s)

the disability bundle is still going until friday, so grab that while u can. after that i will be seriously considering what to do

Echoing what many have said that if you'd like a copy of Mercy and you wanna just. Send me money on kofi/paypal/etc I am so fine with that. I'd rather you be able to just own the damn book if you want it.

itchio pulling the rug out from so many queer creators overnight with no warning or explanation makes me ache all over. it’s so deeply fucked. watching this shit happen again and again is so fucking exhausting and disheartening and makes it so much harder to keep creating.