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ml-nolan · 5 months

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Chapter 2: Path of Least Resistance

After rage quitting Unified Theory Press, Evan has some trouble walking and, you know, figuring out what to do with his life.

Read the first chapter of You're the Most free or join the Slow Burn tier on Patreon or Ream. Excerpt below!

After leaving Unified Theory Press for the last time, Evan Brooks made it all the way to Sandy Boulevard before his brain finally rejoined his body. He stood, blinking up at the marquee to the Hollywood Theater, lightheaded enough to wonder if he was actually awake right now or if he'd just imagined it all.

When someone brushed past him, surrounded by a stink-cloud of skunk weed, he yelped.

"Arrr, you're blocking the crossroads, matey," said a dirty man in a frayed, stained red coat. There was a green wooden parrot somehow fixed to his shoulder, and he was wearing an eye patch, bandana, and high black combat boots. Yup. Jury was still out on whether he was hallucinating.

A woman in a fleece jacket and prescription sunglasses weaved around him, sighing dramatically. It was then that he realized this was all real, and he was having his personal crisis in one of the most inconvenient places possible to everyone around him. That point was underscored by a blaring horn to his left. Someone with a long black beard and a Blazers cap behind the wheel of a vintage BMW sneered at him.

"Okay, okay, fuck, I'm going," Evan said out loud.

"Go back to Palm Springs, cocksucker," the guy shouted out his open window.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," Evan shouted back before he could reconsider, because apparently he was in self-destruct mode but also fuck that guy. Fortunately for him, the guy had already zipped around the corner before the words were out of his mouth.

Evan felt the inexorable laughter coming to a boil in his stomach. Fortunately, he made it all the way to the other side of the street before it came out of him in a continuous stream of cackles. The hysteria really took hold, as he stumbled over to the bench facing the doors of the theater.

He leaned his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands as he let the madness truly take over. Because he didn't have anything else to do for the rest of the day, or the foreseeable future.

He seriously just did that. He just quit his job. No two weeks notice, no formal letter of resignation—just pure spite and impulsiveness.

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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I’m in a precarious position at my day job as I ended up reporting some harassment, racism, transphobia and just general bigotry from both my management and employees, and I was put at another location that is twice as far away. Unfortunately, this is putting a huge strain on me mentally, emotionally and especially financially. It’s the main reason why I’ve been kind of MIA lately. The investigation is likely to go on for over another month, and I’m spending about a whole shift’s work on gas a week now. I would really appreciate anything anyone buys because even $1 will get you something on both ❣️

I would also love to connect with other authors/artists about how they handle their day jobs (especially large corporations) who’s discrimination against them impacts their work and how they help work through it because I’m feeling very dejected atm.

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not-poignant · 3 months

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Excerpt from Tradewinds coming January 31st:

‘What are you really?’ Udir demanded. ‘You’re not a grey fucking goshawk, are you?’ ‘Please.’ ‘Yes, okay,’ Udir smiled darkly. ‘The begging is nice. You don’t get it, do you? Do you know what Red and Kaulo will do to you if they find out what you are? Taking our profits?’ ‘It’s my stock, my profits!’ ‘That you’re selling at Unseelie prices, because you’re pretending to be one of us!’ Udir shouted, and then looked around quickly, as though he suddenly thought they were being overheard. He unbuckled his holster and withdrew his gun. ‘It’s hard enough being Unseelie without dealing with you lot trying to kill us in wars, and now taking our profits? The whole reason the Unseelie Court fell apart in the first place was because the Seelie has been gunning for us since…forever. It’s bad enough that we’re expected to constantly have to fight back against the ‘good guys’ – now we can’t even keep the peace amongst ourselves. Everyone knows King Albion hates the Unseelie and wants us gone. As a whole alignment. Gone or completely under his control. And now your kind are forcing your way into-’ ‘Not us, just me,’ Matan insisted, staring down the barrel of a weapon that was undeniably human, in the hands of someone who wanted to kill him.

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thistlearts · 8 months

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'm a transmasc, freelance, chronically ill and autistic artist, and also an immigrant. Thanks to my clients and patrons, and people who buy my art prints and stickers, I manage to stay afloat. But a bit of support is always greatly appreciated. On my patreon you can find hundreds of NSFW artwork and backstage art.

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readwanderlust · 9 months

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Wanderlust is returning, and the first two chapters are getting a remaster for publishing! FYI, Patrons will get to see the whole revised comic as it's being worked on, before it goes to print (and they'll have first dibs on special copies of the first printing)! ✨

Patrons also get access to works-in-progress, sketches, a devblog, and adult content 👀 So for you monster lovers out there....There's a Souvenir Club tier with postcards mailed to you every month too!

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stanningjay2 · 1 year

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Marble & Bronze A weekly, *free*, original Story by me (aka Emmaline Strange). Chapters Post Weekly on Fridays! Laelius is a roman soldier sent to investigate the site of a comet crash in the hills beside his city. Was the falling star an omen from the Gods, or something else entirely? Rating: Explicit Pairing: MM See tags for content warnings! *** Marble & Bronze - Chapter One

Laelius gripped the shaft of his spear, trying to maintain his hold though his palms were slick with sweat. He had joined the ranks of the city watch for a warm bed and steady meals, and because Sinuessa was about as safe a place as any. The city’s Magistrate was synonymous with law and order, and the thriving port knew mostly peace, day in and day out. After barely escaping his war-torn homeland, this suited Laelius just fine.

That is, until tonight. There had been a lot of speculation about what message the Gods intended when they sent a falling star crashing into the hillside just outside of Sinuessa. Laelius had been walking the walls at the time, and he’d never seen anything like it, shining and beautiful and terrible, like a thunderbolt from Jupiter himself. Perhaps it had been, some of the men whispered in the barracks.

Unfortunately, there was a little-used, mostly abandoned temple on the hilltop, and the Magistrate decided leaving it un-investigated would be an affront to the Gods. He tasked the soldiers of the city watch with divining the meaning of such an aggressive omen from Olympus. The commander of the watch had spoken with his officers, at length, behind closed doors, regarding the best way to approach this unknown.

It was decided that the ten newest recruits would draw lots, and he who drew the short straw would be sent first on a scouting mission up the hill. Blessed day, then, for Laelius, when he drew the short straw. Now, he crouched beside an outcropping of rock, cursing his superiors and the Gods under his breath. He had not a coin to his name when he’d joined the watch, and would have nothing without them. Though he knew of course that being sent on this mission meant to them he was expendable, he had little choice but to complete it. His mission as to ascend the hill, discern any damage to the temple, find evidence of the omen, and return. If he did not return in five days, the watch would then send a larger squadron of ten men to recover his corpse and hopefully succeed where Laelius had failed.

He sighed. It was hardly the most optimistic of send-offs, but there had been some in the city convinced that it was simply a piece of the heavens grown tired, falling to earth because its time to do so had arrived, and it was pure luck that it had hit the hill beside Sinuessa. Despite this logical postulating, Laelius recalled the short straw resting on his palm and knew that luck had never truly been on his side. Continue Reading!

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sweetfirebird · 1 year

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A Suitable Bodyguard!! only six days away!

I forgot to do a ONE WEEK!! screaming post so please enjoy this SIX DAYS!!!! screaming post.

Several hours had gone by when he and Tahlen began to pass heavy thickets of green vines off to the side of the road, some full of chattering birds happily feasting on the dark berries that must not have been ripe enough to pluck when the rest of the berries had been harvested.

Zelli turned his horse in that direction without thought. He slid from Lemon Blossom’s back in his excitement and was gathering blackberries over the sound of Tahlen’s bewildered, “You’re berry picking?”

Zelli had hunted for berries before in his life, although the small bushes down in village were nothing to the wild bramble in front of him, so tall that Tahlen would likely have to stretch to see over it. Zelli stood up on his toes to reach berries deep within the tangle, snagging his sleeves and then his hands on nearly invisible thorns. He ate some berries before gathering more, then, after fighting with the thorns to get free, brought spilling, sun-warmed handfuls over to Tahlen, who was standing beside Starfall and giving Zelli that odd look again.

“The last of summer’s gifts,” Zelli said, holding his hands up so Tahlen could take some berries. “It’s not childish,” he added when Tahlen hesitated. “We need food, and they’ve already harvested this patch, else there would be berries everywhere.”

“You’re bleeding,” Tahlen observed, but let Zelli fill his palms with blackberries.

Zelli’s hands and wrists were bleeding, in fact, but only in two places. The purple stains on Zelli’s fingertips more than made up for a few cuts.

“Barely,” Zelli dismissed this before devouring several more berries. “If a beat-of-four can wear a sword and risk being killed by one, I can bear a few scratches and have purple fingers for a while.”

Tahlen pulled in a long breath. “I wish more of them had your ideas.”

“No!” Zelli poured the remaining berries into Tahlen’s hands and pushed them up toward Tahlen’s face to fill his reckless mouth. “No wishing!” he ordered, not teasing, then snatched his hands away. “I should… I should offer some of the berries to them, though they can pick their own.”

He hurried back to the thicket, offending a few birds by taking more of their berries. No offering place was obvious, so Zelli brought his handful to a stunted and bare apple tree nearby and set the berries on the ground at the base of the trunk. “No wishes,” he told any listening fae, “only a greeting. We are family, after all.”

He’d known that. Everyone who saw Zelli knew that. But no one had ever called them that until Tahlen, and then two outguards. Even Grandmother usually only spoke of their shared fae blood, not of their shared fae family.

“Zelli, come back here, if you please,” Tahlen requested gruffly, all his berries gone, his lips only hinting at a darker color. Zelli looked apprehensively at the corner of Tahlen’s cloak, which Tahlen had soaked with water, thinking Tahlen was going to tell him he had blackberry juice all over his face. But Tahlen took Zelli’s hands, one at a time, and washed away the trickles of blood and the worst of the purple.

It would stain the cloak, but Zelli would see it replaced if it could not be cleaned.

Tahlen focused on his work, so Zelli studied Tahlen’s bent head and the length of his braid fallen over his shoulder, and how he had to stoop to get near to Zelli’s level. Tahlen had nice ears. Zelli fantasized about covering them in cuffs like the one that outguard had worn. Not gold for Tahlen, though Tahlen deserved it, but a shining metal like silver or platinum. Necklaces and cuffs and bracelets, with jeweled clasps climbing his braid.

Then Tahlen’s eyes came up and Zelli thought warmly that Tahlen needed no decorations. Maybe Zelli could pay a trader to bring him moonrise vine seeds so he could plant them and see the blooms for himself. Maybe, if his alliance turned him into the sort of beat-of-four to wear jewelry of his own, he would commission clasps in the shape of flowers, so he could imagine them in Tahlen’s hair.

Imagine only, he reminded himself. He pulled his hands from Tahlen’s grasp and smiled shakily.

A Suitable Bodyguard--April 22nd in ebook and paperback!

Is there a plot? Sure. But who cares when you have mutual care and hand-feeding your beautiful hunky guard some blackberries????

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caranox · 9 months

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This Dark Embrace: A Cruel Fate Story

Devyn Kinsley is a witch—a male witch—with little power in his matriarchal coven. In one of the last neutral-territory cities, filled with creatures that can offer him more, he's managed to keep his head down in favor of living right by his family. The problem is that ever-present pressure to marry a girl from his coven to ensure he doesn't fall prey to the temptation of binding himself to something far more vicious.

So when Devyn has a chance encounter with a mysterious, heroic stranger called Lonán, who Devyn assumes is a wizard, he falls head-over-heels, thinking that he's found a way out of a loveless marriage. But Lonán may not be exactly who he seems...

Interested in the first chapter of this (achillean) m/m urban romantasy? Read below! You can find the rest on my Patreon (chapters 1-3 free; chapter 4 onward available for supporters)!

01 — Devyn

“Once again, selling crystals and talismans in the break room during operating hours is against company policy,” the supervisor rattled off from the notes on his phone, taking the time to push up his glasses before continuing. “Push your side hustles when you clock out.”

Devyn Kinsley shifted and rubbed his arms as some of the other couriers nudged each other with snide remarks about getting caught. The supervisor continued to scroll through his phone with a sigh and rattled off a few other instructions about changing routes and delivery updates, but Devyn couldn’t help but bounce on the balls of his feet. That overwhelming urge to move nipped at his heels.

“You good, Dev?” the guy next to him whispered. A brown, muscular bicep elbowed him before he felt those deep, coffee-colored irises fix on him. Conall.

“Y-yeah. Sorry.” His shoes stuck to the vinyl tiles again.

Conall shook his head. “No wonder you get so many deliveries done whenever you clock in. I don’t know where the hell you get all that energy. Does being cooped up as a boy witch do that to you?”

Devyn stiffened. His question was laced more with curiosity than he expected. Devyn’s own dark eyes slid over to the druidic emblem hung around a cord on the guy’s neck.

“I’m… not sure. Maybe,” Devyn admitted, squeezing his arms a little tighter. “I’d just rather be out working than sitting around the house all day. Don’t really want to be a burden.”

The guy snorted. “Never really understood why covens treat men like criminals. They act like banishing them to a house will keep them out of trouble somehow.”

Devyn’s chin dipped down into his sweatshirt collar, hating how his ears heated. Goddess, why was he feeling so guilty now? Sure, he’d felt a little uneasy when he’d first taken this job a few months ago, but his moms hadn’t really dissuaded him from doing it. Granted, they hadn’t been completely thrilled with the idea either, especially once they heard the courier service he’d be working for delivered to anyone and not just magically-inclined humans.

He glanced around at the other people in the breakroom: a small army of druids holding cups of stale coffee or water bottles, rolling their eyes as their boss droned on about new company policies. And then there was Devyn—a single witch in their midst. A black sheep trying to fit in, even though they could all see right through him with his lack of tattoos of Celtic knots or flowering trees, his unpierced ears and nose, his bulkier sweatshirts and jackets instead of form-fitting leather.

Devyn’s eyes wandered over the others in the room until the supervisor cleared his throat and boomed out a druidic word he always did at the end of his meetings. “All right. You’re all dismissed. Remember to file the proper paperwork for any damages or returns. We can’t afford to get lax on that again.”

Some of the couriers half-shoved each other into the walls as they filed into the corridor, cackling about something to do with selling incense from their locker last week, but Devyn could only think of wanting to grab his delivery bag and hurry out into the street. He wove between a few of them to the shelf with ‘KINSLEY, DEVYN’ stickered above it.

“Dev—”

Devyn spun around to Conall again as he hoisted up his own bag.

“You’ve been kind of quiet recently. You sure you’re okay?”

He started to nod before blurting out, “Yeah. I’m good. Really.”

Conall’s frown persisted as they started outside together, stepping into the side street behind the building with dumpsters and bicycles crammed up against the brick walls. Silence pooled between them as they dragged themselves to the main road, the sound of cars momentarily interrupted by obnoxious laughter spilling out the exit behind them as the rest funneled out to start their routes.

Conall his throat. “Um, so… I was thinking…”

Devyn hummed for him to continue as he plotted the addresses on his list for his map.

“You want to get a drink tonight?”

He inwardly cringed at the thought of being surrounded by numerous coworkers, along with trying to talk his moms into letting him stay out a little later instead of running home to help with dinner. “I… don’t know. I’m not exactly fond of dealing with a bunch of drunk druids,” he said with a laugh, hoping to soften the blow.

Conall his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and blew out a nervous chuckle as he reached for the back of his neck. “I was actually thinking it’d just be the two of us.”

Oh. Devyn’s heart lept into his throat. “I- I can’t,” he choked out. “N-not that you’re not—I mean—” He flinched as Conall’s brows knit together, and Devyn tried to stammer out a reason that didn’t make him sound like a total dick. After all, this guy was pretty. And nice. And okay, maybe he wasn’t quite Devyn’s type, but it’s not like he’d really had the chance to meet many other guys outside of his coven with the routine of going to school or work and then straight home. “I’m pretty sure my moms would kill me if they heard I was seeing a druid.”

“Well, um—Have you considered converting?”

Devyn clutched his phone a little tighter, blurring the screen around his fingers with the sweat on his hands. “I know that coven life may seem really weird to you, but I” —he shook his head— “I can’t abandon my family. I’m also not trying to discount how kind you’ve been to me by showing me around and hanging out with me, but I’m kind of just coming to terms that I’m probably better off not seeing anyone since my only options are other girl witches and a bunch of wizards.”

“You act like someone’s not going to come along and try to sweep you away,” he said with a humorless chuckle. “Dev, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

“My family isn’t super high-ranking in the coven, which means I don’t have much power in my blood. I’m sort of worthless,” Devyn mumbled. “That’s why I took this job—”

He grabbed Devyn’s shoulder right before they hit the corner, the stoplights changing before one of them would be given the signal to escape this horrible conversation. “You’re not worthless,” Conall whispered, his eyes filled with remorse. “The fact that your coven has even pushed that idea onto you is just… wrong.”

A chirp of the crosswalk and Devyn shrugged his hand away. “Rules are rules. It’s what I have to sacrifice to stay with my family. I don’t like it either, but I don’t want to lose what I have.” He hesitated, wishing he could find something better to say—something to remove that weight settling in his gut now. “I’m sorry.”

Devyn stepped away and turned to jog across the street, feeling Conall’s eyes on him until he turned another corner. His pace slowed in the sea of people and creatures wearing the faces of things that appeared human. Everyone and everything around him put on a façade to ward off the things they feared or to undermine the fears of others. Learning to keep his head down and ignore them all turned out to be a better tactic than trying to puzzle each one of them out. The less he tried to decipher a stranger, the easier he slept.

He only wished he could undo his own soul-searching to lift that burden of being the perfect son his moms dreamed of, but he couldn’t imagine his heart ever belonging to a woman.

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The sun beat down on the buildings around him by the time Devyn pushed into the pub with a box in hand. Dozens of eyes from darkened booths and tables tucked into corners flicked up to take him in before returning to their meals or laptops. He swallowed at the lingering glow of some of them, a tell-tale sign that the things lurking in here wanted others to know of their inhumanity.

He shuffled up to the counter, willing his arms not to shake as he nodded toward the bartender. “I have a package for a” —he tilted the label up as his mind blanked on the name printed there, despite reading it about ten times on the way in— “Heber Marina to sign for.”

The bartender jabbed his thumb toward a door. “I’ll go get him. Give me five.”

His shoes peeled off the tiles with every step on his way to the back of the pub, the sticky squelching making Devyn absently drum his fingers on the package while he waited. Devyn’s pulse picked up when a man a few seats down the bar slid him a look—something he felt more than saw out of the corner of his vision, especially since it was starting to tunnel in on the mirror along the back wall of bottles.

The sharp clack of heels on wood flooring approaching him sent every muscle taught like a bowstring. “Well, well,” came a husky purr.

He jerked in a half-turn, just in time to catch the woman’s hand cresting the bar top. Deep, glimmering plum nail polish on what he hoped were press-ons looked like shards torn from the sky. Devyn’s eyes followed the black, lacy blouse to the woman’s face, and his stomach twisted when he saw the gold irises peering back at him, cut through with a thin, elongated pupil—like a cat’s.

His back dug into the corner of the bar as a wicked smile spread across her face. “I never expected to find a witch here, of all places,” she mused, reaching for tousled waves of his hair.

That need to slap her away or recoil was instantly overridden by a freeze. His entire body locked up, head spinning as air cut off from his lungs, unable to breathe like his brain had malfunctioned, and decided if he became a statue that she’d leave him alone. Devyn clenched his teeth as her nails tingled against his scalp, and she suddenly seized his jaw, forcing him to meet her eyes again.

“Adorable and well-behaved…” A dark chuckle slipped past her glossy lips, and his heart plummeted at the glimpse of fangs. “How would you like to follow me home, little witch?”

The end of his promised five minutes couldn’t come fast enough. He tried to shake his head and winced as her grip tightened, threatening to crush bone. No one else in this establishment spared them another look. Not a single witch or druid in sight slid out of their seat to come to his aid.

Devyn squirmed, finally grabbing the woman’s wrist to try to pry her off of him until she took another step forward. Her body pressed against his, pinning him between the bolted-down stools.

“I think you should reconsider your actions,” she said in a low growl. “I’d hate to have to break you before—”

The man a little further down the bar slid off his stool, and her head snapped up, eyes narrowing on him as he reached for something Devyn couldn’t see.

“Leave the witch alone,” he said smoothly.

She bared her teeth with a guttural hiss that made Devyn’s hair stand on end. He tried to move his head to take in his hopeful savior, but her grip tightened on his jaw like a vice.

“Why don’t you fuck off, pretty boy?”

The man took another step, finally bleeding into Devyn’s vision. At least the demonic woman pinning him against the bar was right about something: he was pretty—beautiful, really. Steely eyes, near-black hair brushed into place, pinstriped suit, monogrammed tie clip with ‘L. R.’, and a cane at his side, a hand choking it right under the handle. He couldn’t be older than thirty, and with the way his thumb pressed up on the silver-dipped grip of the cane, Devyn quickly understood he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

“I don’t think you want to deal with Mr. Marina’s wrath because you decided to ruin his deliveries by snatching a courier and destroying his relationship with that agency. So, I’ll give you one more chance to let the witch go before I cause enough of a racket that he hurries to see what the fuss is about.”

She bared her teeth, fangs, and all before the pressure released from Devyn’s jaw. The woman stalked off, pushing through the front door with a jingle of a bell as he gasped out a shaky breath.

A hand clamped onto his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

Devyn nodded, rubbing his jaw. “Y-yeah. Thanks. Didn’t mean to cause any problems.”

The man—wizard—pulled away and leaned his cane back up against one of the barstools. “I wouldn’t consider that to be your fault,” he said with a frown. “You were just doing your job.”

“But I didn’t exactly try to fight back either,” Devyn mumbled, feeling heat flood his cheeks with embarrassment. Another wizard he’d humiliated himself in front of, and an attractive one at that too. Great.

“Well,” the wizard said, glancing around the pub, like he was making sure everyone had gone back to their own business again, “if you feel like you owe me, I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

Devyn’s head whipped around so fast, the room almost tilted. He half-stumbled toward the wizard, righting himself as he grabbed onto the bar for support.

The guy rocked back slightly, biting his lip like Devyn might say no. Devyn, who’d only dreamed of a handsome wizard prying him away from the fate of being paired off with some random, woman witch within his coven he’d undoubtedly feel nothing for. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton as he stammered out a “Y-yeah. O-of course.”

The wizard broke into a grin and offered him his hand. “I’m Lonán Reverie.”

“Devyn,” he blurted, thrusting out his own hand into Lonán’s while sparks prickled along his skin. “Devyn Kinsley.”

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rachelillustrates · 3 months

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"Tock the Gnome" Bard Bonus, January 2024

Sliding this in just in time! Though I think the timing is appropriate, with Valentine’s coming up 💌 Schmoopiness and stilts and slight AU, in the face of winter.

AND, of course, as the title implies – this is the Bard Level Bonus piece for January! Considering the delay – anyone who signs up at that level by February 14th, at midnight, EST, will get this image as a 5×7 inch print in the mail. Details here.

Bonus art and stories ~ Prints, comics and more!

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cryptidshadows · 2 years

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Sophie & Ace talk about their favorite ice cream flavors in today's Patreon post 🍓 If you'd like more Wanderlust sketches and behind-the-scenes, early access, or you just wanna help keep our comic going, check us out!

#patreon comics #indie comics #trans comics #paranormal romance #wanderlust #wanderlust comic #monster romance #queer romance #queer comics #comics on tumblr

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ml-nolan · 1 month

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Announcements—more chapters available for freeeeee + Patreon changes

A) Sorry I didn't have time to post about the new chapter this week because I actually have paid writing work again (yay)! BUT if you were waiting, Chapter 17: Your Best Self is live!

B) Kindle Vella just made a new rule where, instead of giving free access to the first three chapters, they give access to the first TEN. So, for the sake of fairness, I'm now giving free access to the first ten chapters on Patreon as well.

C) For the sake of my mental health, I'm going to be waiting to start writing and posting You're The Most chapters again until STBMU is finished, probably by the beginning of summer. I also am pausing audio posts for the top tier unless I find myself with a little breather from other life responsibilities—access to older posts remain available for that tier (which is now $10 instead of $15).

Thank you frandz! And I hope if you feel like taking a peek at Zack and Marcus's story, this will encourage you to do so. 💜🖤💜🖤💜

#gay romance #mm romance #queer romance #Kindle Vella #writers on patreon #M.L. Nolan #Someone to Build Me Up #I can't believe it's not Dreamling

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rs-hawk · 22 days

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Hey everyone! A little update on my weekly anthology “My Brother’s Hot Friend”. I’ll be restarting it on Monday, April 29. To vote on what happens next or to get updates a week early head over to my Patreon. There’s a ton more to discover, and free Patreon members also get access one day early!

And for more content, check out my Kofi ❤️

18+. Monster fucker lover content. Possibility of graphic violence and gore. Smut guaranteed.

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not-poignant · 5 months

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December 2023 - Update Schedule

December chapter update schedule:

(Tier+ = This tier or any higher over at Patreon or Ream, as every higher tier accesses all rewards in lower cost tiers)

Sunday 3rd - Constellations 01/04 (AO3 & Patreon + Ream - Gary & Efnisien Tier+)

Sunday 10th - A Stain that Won't Dissolve 27

Tuesday 12th - Underline the Blue 07/11 (AO3 & Patreon + Ream - Augus & Gwyn Tier+)

Thursday 14th - Underline the Black 73

Sunday 17th - The Nascent Diplomat 38/39 (AO3 & Patreon + Ream - Augus & Gwyn Tier+)

Tuesday 19th - Underline the Blue 08

Thursday 21st - Underline the Black 74

Sunday 24th - A Stain that Won't Dissolve 28

Thursday 28th - Underline the Black 75

This month is both quieter, but not as quiet as it looks. We're doing some doubling up, so much like The Nascent Diplomat drops on both AO3 and paid membership on the same say (with the second chapter being early access), this will also be happening for Constellations and Underline the Blue this month!

I'll be testing this to see how it feels, and giving myself a bit more space. If y'all like it / don't like it, let me know.

There is one Underline the Black chapter missing at the beginning of this week so I can take a bit of a break and have a bit more writing in the bank to handle some health stuff.

So excited for Constellations to launch on AO3! In like TWO DAYS :D

Stories with updates as yet undetermined: Palmarosa (As always I want to write this a lot but as you can see from my schedule I'm already writing a lot, but y'all I love this story and the epilogue just dropped so like fsdlakfjsad - I expect/hope for around 2-4 chapters)

Most chapters go up between 6-7pm GMT+8 (or the time that you’re already used to me putting chapters up, lol). For those who are anxious to know when chapters are updating, hopefully this helps! If there's ever an emergency, or a scheduling issue (like a surprise family dinner) I generally put up stories early and not late.

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quillfulwriter · 2 years

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You can see my current queer romance story, Where Ages Meet, online at Patreon or Simily (which pays writers per view).

UPDATE for 2023: Simily changed it so only paid reader views pay writers… So you can pay Simily $7/month to pay me $0.02, or you can tip me on Buy Me a Coffee or Kofi. ☕

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nothwell · 7 months

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Scene 7 of Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold is up on my Patre♡n! Wherein Aubrey realizes precisely who he dallied with at the party. Please enjoy this sneak peek and join me for more.

“Apparently the prince met someone at the party and is absolutely besotted.”

Aubrey, who’d spent the last few moments trying and failing to remember which prince was called Lindsey, felt a growing unease at this. “Oh?”

“Yes. So besotted, in fact, that he failed to learn the man’s name. He’s turned to Graves for help with the matter. And Graves went down the whole guest list, searching for anyone who matches the description Prince Lindsey gave, or anyone who saw such a person at the party. Several people have claimed to, of course, but Graves has discredited their testimonies.”

Aubrey’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip. “What description did the prince give?”

“That’s the funniest part. Small, dark, large eyes, sharp features. Sound familiar?” Halloway asked with a grin.

Aubrey didn’t think it very funny at all, but forced a smile.

“Finally,” Halloway continued, “Graves got so fed up with the whole business that he came to me in desperation and asked if I’d brought anyone particularly beautiful along to the party—one of my models, perhaps? And I told him no, not any of my models, but a gentleman I wish would model for me. And, upon reflection, he almost matches the description. But I cannot for the life of me imagine him taking such liberties—though I suppose the prospect of prince is a very compelling catch.”

Aubrey’s growing dread became an internal scream.

“Anyway,” Halloway said with a dismissive wave, “that’s what I told Graves. Couldn’t possibly be my man, sorry I can’t be of more help, et cetera. But isn’t it extraordinary? The mystery man is a match for you in every aspect save behaviour.”

“What does Prince Lindsey look like?” Aubrey asked.

Halloway’s mirth died on his face.

Did you want more Aubrey and Lindsey - but in a whole new world?

Joining me on Patre♡n will give you access to "drawer fic" - aka the 500k+ words worth of manuscripts that have been shelved until I figure out how to fix or finish them.

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