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libraryofbaxobab · 10 months
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July 18, 2023:
Jaw-dropping. Nothing has brought me back to my younger self as accurately as the beginning of this book. I saw myself here so clearly throughout, and I can only hope I'm half as brave
🏳️‍🌈/10
#WhatsKenyaReading
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incompleteninny · 1 year
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The seventy-second free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).
Salt winds between Waylon's feet like a snow-covered mountain range. Stride steady, his heart pounds against his rib cage. Over and over. Footstep, crash, footstep, crash. The sound is inside his head. Deep, quaking, and painful. Veins bulge at his temples: thin, wiry things that pulse in tandem with his heart's thunder.
It'll work out. This job didn't, but I have plenty of time to work through something else. Plenty.
Following the trail of salt, he whips around a corner. Light pierces through the darkness ahead. Two doors sit ajar in-line, one leading to the other: the tank maintenance area from earlier and the Hall of Discovery beyond it.
Striding past tables laden with spare tanks, air pumps, and whatever else, Waylon yanks at his hair band. Strips of black unfurl from the bun atop his head and fall to his shoulders. Heavy — damp with sweat. I'll get to the truck, get home, then I'll figure out what's next. She'll manage until then.
She has to.
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Here’s this gay boy’s character concept sheet
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gallantindie · 1 year
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🔥 THE TIME IS NOW 🔥 
Get it here: https://www.gallant.no/links-sugar-people/
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fivehallow · 1 year
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instagram algorithm sucks, so I decided to try tumblr. This is one of my ocs in this really adorable outfit i found on Pinterest I thought would suit her (I ended changing it a bit tho to suit her more). Anyhow have this tumblr, throw it into your algorithm. notes I will be posting what I have on my insta little by little (it’s not too much anyways) because I need the algorithm to work with me here.
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duskendawne · 1 year
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I'd love it if you read my webcomic - "Ananka - The Ballad of Light"
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desdasiwrites · 9 months
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– Andrew Sean Greer, Less
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mysticartist · 1 year
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Hear me out.
Imagine a typical book with a female lead and two love interests, the childhood best friend and the tall dark and handsome guy. And she can typically not choose between them etc.
But.
It turns out the boys been in love with each other for years in a relationship happily, and didn't want to say they knew each other bc, she was under a lot of stress or something.
They didn't even try to hide it she was just oblivious af.
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bluewingedcoyote · 2 years
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Chapter Six- Thicker Than Blood
The next few days passed in a strange blur, a mixture of moments of emotional intensity spiking through long stretches of worried watchful boredom. Vanyel was scarcely conscious for more than a candle-mark at a time, only long enough to coax some food or more medicine into him before he fell back into his deeply drugged sleep. Tylendel had overheard the healers one morning talking about the medicines they were giving him, he didn’t know herbs from dandelions, but he did know what argonel was and his blood had run cold to hear that they were giving something that strong and that dangerous to his beloved.
He hated, absolutely hated seeing Vanyel this way. Laying so utterly slack and near lifeless in their bed, in his brief bouts of semi-wakefulness he sat swaying, his eyes glassy and blank. Worse was how he could barely feel his lover even when he was sitting right beside him. He could still feel their bond, feel his life thrumming on the other end anchoring him, but there was barely any presence there. None of his sharp wit and clever humor, no quicksilver emotion, no feeling of his love reaching back for him.
There wasn’t even any pain anymore. Tylendel knew he should just be grateful the healers drugs had finally delivered his beloved to a place beyond his constant agony, but that pain that not even the Workroom shields could block out had been at least a constant reminder that Vanyel still lived. He kept waking in the night to check that his beloved was still beside him, still breathed. His borrowed memories confused and blending with his nightmares, poisonously whispering to him that Van was gone, he was alone.
He was talking with Lancir everyday for an hour or more in the Workroom, and that was helping. Every session was an emotionally wringing ordeal, starting with the first one the morning of Vanyel’s fit. Healer Daenna had sat in on that one and gently and carefully explained to him how twin-bonds worked and that his bond with his twin had been in fact a Lifebond. It took a moment while he sat blinking for her words to sink in. Lifebond?
It had taken him a long moment to realize that his shock had less to do with the revelation of something he’d wondered at himself with the way his bond with Van felt the same as the one with Stav, but with the fact that his brother had hurt him and hadn’t seemed to ever care. He wanted to die every time he thought about how much he’d hurt Vanyel. But that his own brother, his twin, his otherself, his first bondmate, could hurt him without feeling anything filled him with sick betrayal. He would have willingly died for Stav if he had asked him to, but he didn’t want to kill for him, and that just wasn’t good enough.
Never good enough. Always second-best. Always in his brother’s shadow, and him utterly confident that Tylendel would always be right there behind him, obediently following him everywhere. He’d thought that Staven was everything, and after the rest of the family turned on him he was everything. But to Staven, Tylendel had just been an extension of himself, and he’d been as angry with him when he refused to use his powers on his behalf as if his own arm had refused to obey his commands. Shame and guilt and long habit made him shy away from examining his darkest thoughts too closely.
But Lancir caught those dark shadows and dragged them out into the light. Let him rage and weep and declare he was renouncing his family name, that Vanyel was the only family he needed. Waited until he’d calmed enough to listen again, before carefully and patiently explaining that he’d been both bonded and an empath, completely untrained and unshielded, that he had truly been feeling everything twice as much. And that Staven had been a child given adult responsibilities, with no time to mourn his very real losses, that he’d probably shut himself off from his emotions as a defense response.
That thought had plunged him into another spiral of guilt. That he’d had Gala to come save him, and he just left, abandoned Stav to deal with all of that alone. Tylendel knew if Yfandes had carried Vanyel far away from him he would have been furious and heartbroken, it was no wonder his twin had been slowly filling up with poisonous rage while his life was perfect. Lancir didn’t let him leave the Workroom until he’d at least put his feet on the path out of that spiral, he still wasn’t entirely convinced that he wasn’t responsible for his twin’s decent into madness, but Lancir had at least gotten him to see that there was nothing he could have done. He’d borne his brother’s rages and long silences, endlessly offered him his love and support, and it was never going to be enough when what Stav had wanted most was for him to betray his conscience and everything that he believed in.
He didn’t know what he would have done without Gala’s steadying presence keeping him grounded. She reassured him that he didn’t abandon his brother, that she was the one who was wholly responsible for taking him away. That he couldn’t have stayed where he was, that he needed the help and training that he only could have gotten at Haven. She had looked at him sorrowfully and told him she had seen the darkness in his twin when she came for him, saw how it was wrapped around him. That she’d truly thought once she carried him off that he’d be safe, and she blamed herself for not noticing that his brother's shadow still clung to him. He’d sobbed against her neck until he couldn’t even cry anymore and then just lain against her side feeling her deep love washing over him easing the ache in his soul until his worry for Vanyel goaded him back inside.
Read it here-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34926076/chapters/99108066
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thesoftboiledegg · 10 months
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literallycallmesock · 11 months
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June 3rd Pride Month Art!
im a bit late today, but next up we have Dara Shirazi and Noam Alvaro from the Feverwake series!
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I highly recommend the series by Victoria Lee to any readers aching for normalized representation of queer characters.
its also pretty sad though :[
follow my progress through the rest of the month on this post
and don't be afraid to suggest who or what i do next for pride month!
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skyberia · 1 year
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on the agency of puppets
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libraryofbaxobab · 11 months
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June 9, 2023:
This is the MOST SAPPHIC book ever
It suffers from having to be about (for?) high school children instead of college students.
I think it's a *little* hackey to have your characters literally write about the themes you want in your book
5/10
#WhatsKenyaReading
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incompleteninny · 2 years
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The fifty-sixth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).
Shit, shit, shit.
Waylon can feel his heart beat inside his eyeballs; his vision seems to bulge on every thump.
On the second reminder to present their credentials, Ivan slaps the back of Waylon's head. "Don't just stand there! Shut it up!"
It stings: enough to pull him out of his own head. Waylon claps a protective hand over the spot and jerks to his feet. "I'm thinking!" He says, glaring at the solitary, rectangular outline on the panel's display. There has to be a way to stop it. He rubs a hand around the thin crevice where its set into the wall. No bumps, no seams. No hints at where he might be able to wedge open its matte, metal housing. Calm, stay—
It blares another reminder. "Please state your name and place your credentials against the pad. An alarm will sound in ten seconds. Are you struggling to find your credentials? If so, please check these common places: back pants pocket; briefcase; inner coat pocket—"
Waylon presses his palms over his ears. Think, think. Come on! What do they do in the movies?
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Another character sheet this week. This time, Frank! We won’t see him for a bit in the free chapter releases, but he’ll pop back up toward the end of the book. As reference I gave Stella a picture of Baloo from The Jungle Book and holy cannoli I love this big bear of a man sitting at his pottery wheel.
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gallantindie · 1 year
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✨️Cover reveal for SUGAR PEOPLE by Oliver Ferrie✨️
Thanks to @shea-parfait for the HEAVENLY artwork!
The book releases on April 4th 🎊
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(the blurb reads: Kestrel has a lot to be worried about.
His best friend Tala has been struck by a severe mental illness, attempting suicide over the winter break. She has developed an obsession with making little sculptures she will not let anyone touch.
Meanwhile, Kestrel is struggling at university. His artwork has his teachers concerned, and he can’t explain any of it. But it’s not just him — all his friends are feeling strange this term, although none of them can place why.
After a chance meeting with the university’s charismatic religious counsellor, Daran Bailey, Kestrel becomes drawn back in to a world he had once left behind. As the term marches on, his dreams grow more uncomfortable, and he feels like he’s going crazy, until at long last, Tala lets Kestrel in on her secret…
This book contains depictions of abuse. Read at your own discretion. Treat yourself kindly.)
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flowersandcitrus · 1 year
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Quotes from my story
“I’m not so sure why my paranoia kicks in now, for I know that the monsters on earth take to the cities, I, of all people should know; for one has taken me as their spouse before.”  - Chapter One
“‘No - I would rather bear the wrath of these wilds than be with that irascible man a second longer. Although I had wished I had time to say goodbye to him, the one person in that wretched city, I could have trusted.’” - Chapter One of TDITW
“Oh how much I've hated the silence - when the only thing left to occupy your mind is your own twisted thoughts. Oh how wrong they were, those thoughts, but not much could ever block them.” - Chapter One of TDITW
“Like an abandoned dog, I await eagerly at the door, a glint in my eyes as I perk up at each and every noise that comes from outside the tarnished door, as I patiently await his return.” - Chapter One of TDITW
“I’m always the object of people’s sympathy, and I wish it wasn’t as such, a broken person with nothing left for them, I hate the offerings and favors people give me. This guilt is the trickiest pill to swallow above all else.” - Chapter Two of TDITW
“It's a shame we had to fear those set in a place of power to protect us.” -Chapter Five of TDITW
“ Were we just cat and mouse, a predator and its prey?” -Chapter Seven of TDITW
“Everything had layers, time itself, including that wretched man. He carried more layers than you could count by the rings in a tree's trunk.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“That's what he made me. Curious to feel what it meant to truly be loved. To be loved is like birdsong. Whenever you get close enough, the singing will abruptly stop and the birds will take flight. But what happens if the singing continues even after I get close? What would happen if he was really in love?” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“You know what they do to boys like us.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“Is it really so hard to believe that your son dawns a love for another man?” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“My time will come soon enough, less years to serve in prison.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“What does the bible or sins have to do with who another man or woman (or someone somewhere in between) loves? Why can only straight people love who they want, why can’t I? And damn the consequences for my actions.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“Tragically beautiful was he, the man in front of me as he tells me of his beginnings.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
 “I think you’ve made what you could have given that the law is discriminatory towards people like us.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“The sun was rich in the sky against a vibrant mess of blues and orange hues in the midday sky but something darkened the world's hold on the lonely pair.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“For most of my life, I was treated like some piece of meat, something to be discarded after it no longer suits your needs or after it has sated your appetite.” -Chapter Eight of TDITW
“Perhaps it's a trick of the light, but as he reaches for my hand, he looks almost desperate, like this was his last chance to say it; like it was now or never.”  -Chapter Eight of TDITW
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desdasiwrites · 1 year
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"No one can protect us but ourselves,” she says, as if reading my thoughts. “But, look, Felipe, I swear to you that one day things will get better. One day you’ll learn to like who you are a little better, and that’ll be reflected in what other people see when they look at you. There will always be assholes, but we learn to fight back."
– Vitor Martins, Here the Whole Time
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