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promptsforthestrugglingauthor · 10 months

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Writing Prompt #2385

"And you love him more than anything?" The king looked down at his son, and then to the low-born archivist behind him.

"Enough to give up everything if I must."

#writing prompt #writing #writers on tumblr #oc prompt #imagine your ocs #fantasy prompt #fantasy au #lgbt fantasy #mlm prompt #dialogue prompt #story prompt #story inspo #story ideas #original prompt #daily prompt #daily writing prompt #promptsforthestrugglingauthor

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galacticjonah · 1 year

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Family, legacy. I have none of those things. I am no one. But you. You are like me.

Vespertine, an assassin. Otho, a prince. One meant to kill the other, instead saves a life. The prince is not what he seems, but wolves will always recognise each other...do they not?

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OC story! Failed assassin and secret werewolf prince falling in love during political turmoil. What could be better? Will I post more of them? Who knows...

#original art #original comic #cw blood #werewolf #tiefling #oc: vespertine #oc: otho #i have so many stories and so much lore i'd love to share but its always so cringe and hard to explain rip #mlm

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castielslostwings · 2 years

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Please help me tell people about my book!

Hi! I'm publishing a book! It's HERE, just in time for Christmas!! It's GAY!! It's romantic!!! It's HOT! It has firefighters and background sapphic romance, and is exciting AF!!!

I'm very excited, too!

Both U.S. domestic and international friends can order shipped Paperbacks from me directly via my Ko-Fi shop (retailers take less of a cut): https://ko-fi.com/castielslostwings/shop Or you can order on amazon directly, this is the only way to get the KINDLE ebook option: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1945687126

Standard EPUB format is available to download directly from me for $1 cheaper than Amazon: https://ko-fi.com/s/2a82c64d56

And WILL be available at other retailers soon!

Here's the thing: I had a pretty solid platform on Twitter, but since Elon took over, a lot of my followers left, the algorithm crashed, and the whole thing might go under. I don't have the same reach on other platforms, so I need some help! Please share this post if you like GAY SHIT and BOOKS and helping indie content creators be successful!!! Please follow me or check out my ko-fi for updates! Thanks!!! Here's my pitch, hope you like it:

"Fire & Ice": The flaming hot queer romance novel where a foray into BDSM helps two best friends find themselves, each other, and what it really means to burn. Summary: "Firefighter Tripp Truett has somehow tumbled into a whole new kind of relationship with his quirky paramedic best friend, Lee, but mutual relief from their high-stress jobs quickly develops into something more. With all the missed signals and crossed wires, can these two ever figure out that they're so much closer to being on the same page than they think?"

**************************************** About the author (info dump ahoy!!!!) :

I'm Robin, sometimes known as Wings! I'm a 36-year-old, queer, autistic, disabled mom of 2 humans and 5 senior rescue dogs, former R.N. & paramedic. I'm a hardcore fangirl and a proud fanfic writer (and reader), and while I know some people will judge me for that, I am not ashamed! I started writing as a hobby after becoming physically disabled and unable to work as an RN. Fanfic gave me an audience and an outlet, gifted me purpose and hope again. Transformative fiction is FUN! It fosters creativity and passion, heals wounds, and makes people happy. If someone wants to discredit me for that, then perhaps they aren't the audience I'm seeking.

Ultimately, I know I'm taking a risk, but since people seem to enjoy my fics, this book is my attempt to try and make ends meet through original fiction! I know some people WILL discredit me. But I'm always about being myself and speaking on what I feel matters: Fanfic should be legitimized as a creative medium. I assure you, friends—the thousands of hours I've spent on my fanworks are as REAL as it gets. The intersection of disparaging fanfic + sexism/misogyny can't be overstated—women (esp queer women)'s unpaid work is often treated as a "hobby," not worthy of uplifting. I'm here to uplift! The risk is worth it—I would have nothing without fanfic & I'm proud. Younger creators shouldn't feel shame about writing/reading fanfic. We should ALL approach it as a legitimate medium. In fact, MOST new media these days is transformative "fanwork" of SOME kind, whether it's inspired by, based on, or outright rebooting existing worlds.

Plus, we queer folk simply deserve to see our stories in the mainstream media and to see the characters we fall in love, identify with, and root for to get their happily ever afters.

TL;DR: I'm keeping my name and history. Hopefully, I'll be successful in original fiction, but if not, I'll still be a fangirl. Please consider supporting me + other creators attempting to dip into original works. Follow or subscribe to my ko-fi for previews, updates, access to my discord community where I share exclusive content, and more: https://ko-fi.com/castielslostwings FIRE & ICE IS NOW AVAILABLE THROUGH MULTIPLE PLATFORMS! Ko-Fi subscribers will have the option to buy signed copies & merch bundles! The link to purchase will also be posted there first.

A MAJOR thank you to my friends, editors, and to everyone who in my server for supporting and encouraging me to put myself out there and try something new. Love you guys so much. <3 Thank you to @chaoticdean for the beautiful cover. Many more thank yous to come. P.S. If you are reading this and know anyone with a platform who might be interested in receiving a free copy in exchange for promo (only if they enjoy, ofc), please holler at me, I can use all the help I can get!

<3 Wings

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firstfrightzine · 8 months

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✨ KICKSTARTER LIVE ✨

You can now get this wholesome zine about monster boys and their boyfriends! Featuring 30+ contributors, including illustrators, comic artists and writers.

From October 9th to November 9th, don't miss it 💚

Reblogs are appreciated! @zinesunlimited @zinefeed @zine-scene @zineforall @faneventshub @anizines @atozines @zinesunlimited @all-zine-apps @zineapps @zinefans

#original zine #mlm zine #love at first fright zine #zine #gay zine #lgbtq zine #lgbtq #kickstarter #art book #comics #original stories

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thezombiedraws · 3 months

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how i used to draw Freddie(004) in 2019 VS now 2024

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lennonrook · 2 years

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Cover for my bl romance webcomic Faroff! Read it now on Webtoon and Tapas!

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usbotthrills · 2 months

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I could almost feel his anger, and he grabbed my chin so forcefully that I feared it would bruise. In fact, I feared a lot at that moment ; I couldn't help but think that if he killed me right there, no one would do anything. He could do anything he wanted to me.

An extract from my story, devotion, that I’ll post on here soon!!

#writers of tumblr #original story #mlm #queer writers #queer story #writers and poets #writerscommunity #short story #dark academia #dark aesthetic #dark romance #mlm romance

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drawnecromancy · 1 year

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Introducing : SWEET REVENGE

Out now on itch.io !

Basil, a 30-something loser, is on a self imposed mission to find the vampire who killed his family when he was a child. However, when he meets said vampire at a party, he is having trouble staying focused on his goal : the man is... pleasant, and good-looking, and definitely flirting with him. Will Basil manage to kill Hélianthe, or will he succumb to lust ?

M/M erotica featuring a vampire, biting, some questionable partner choices, blowjobs, and anal sex.

5,2k words, 8 colored illustrations.

You can get it here for the low, low price of 5$.

#fiction #mlm #nsft #original fiction #short story #reblog later #i've been working on it for several months ok #i think i'm allowed to put a 5$ price tag on it #i have to write more about hélianthe tbh #(says man who has a whole novel to write about the fucker)#sweet revenge

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cupidsberetta92 · 18 days

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Finally decided to give them all proper refs!!

#pots cupids beretta 92 #tato cupids beretta 92 #lord cupids beretta 92 #original comic #original character #cupids beretta 92 #alexcanart #original fiction #original story #character ref sheet #vitiligo #poc ocs #polyamory #mlm #lgbtq #gay

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philcoulsonismyhero · 2 months

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I've accidentally gotten Way too invested in some characters I've been playing with for a 'one of my beloved early 2000s crime dramas but this time people are actually queer' type story, so here, have some middle-aged gays

George is a detective, Tim is a forensic pathologist, they're an established couple because I don't really write romance but I do enjoy a bit of domesticity, and any resemblance you may notice to other characters that I've drawn a lot is probably entirely deliberate, this is an exercise in self-indulgence

#original character #character design #mlm art #original character art #oc artwork #don't ask me why sometimes i post art on this blog directly and not my art blog #there's no coherent system it's just vibes #anyway i love these guys i got very attached very quickly #yes they're blatantly based on other characters but they're becoming their own people rapidly as ocs tend to #also the only reason i'm not drawing them as specific actors #is because i think this story would make a neat comic and you can't just steal someone's face #i'm too good at likenesses to get away with that #in my mind though these guys are still played by colin firth and a guy called tom ward #but i shall be drawing them as Those Actors but Slightly To The Left for plausible deniability #anyway i've got a whole movie-length story plotted out with these nerds #expect to see more of them #artistic endeavours #personal stuff #my OCs #gay detective thriller thing #which really needs a better name than that...#george glen #tim kingswood #comics stuff

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promptsforthestrugglingauthor · 2 years

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Writing Prompt #1979

"Have you ever wanted to be king?" The prince asked the knight, his closest friend after all these years. "I do have one way I can make that happen."

The knight paused, trying to make sure he wasn't misinterpreting what he had heard. "Was that...was that a proposal, or just an inquiry?"

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awkwardiplodocus · 2 months

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Edward Beckett (Right) & Joseph Miller (Left)

This is a rough ROUGH drawing okay, please ignore the bad colouring and anatomy.

Edward Beckett:

- Edward Beckett is Albert’s only son, he and his twin sister Marjorie were born on the 15th of may 1916, and resided in the family estate, in the rural part of the English countryside. (His grandfather’s an earl.)

- Although, despite being wealthy and living on an estate, he isn’t one to take advantage of his high social status. Happy to help out and do the heavy lifting around his grandfathers pub. That is not his only job, Edward also runs his father’s Factory, since he is too unwell to do so himself.

- He enjoys in his limited free time playing the piano and writing his own sheet music and songs, although, he is unable to preform them because he has written songs about being in love with men.

- Edward’s a gay man during a time period in history where it’s dangerous to be gay, although he’s had a plethora of female relationships, so that he’s not found out.

- When war breaks out on September 1st 1939, Edward originally is not conscripted because of his family’s status and his father bribing the war office. But he goes behind his father’s back and enlists.

- He ends up being sent to France during the d-day landing. (Specifically on gold beach.) and survives although, for a short time he goes M.I.A before he is eventually picked up by the us 4th infantry division as they made their way through France.

- Nicknames: Eddie/Eds (Joseph), Teddy (Only Marjorie), Beckett (Via Other Soldiers)

- Languages: English, French & Only very basic and little Italian (it’s horrendous.)

Joseph miller:

- Born into an Italian American household in The Bronx, NY on September 25 1916. Joseph is the eldest of 3 boys. His two brothers are called Andrew & Spencer. They’re a family of devout catholics, which causes a lot of inner turmoil for Joseph since he is secretly a gay man.

- From a young age he has helped out in the family business ‘Miller&Sons’ Green Grocers. Often being found stacking shelves, bringing in delivery’s and chatting with customers.

- When the us official joined the war on the 11th of December 1941, Joseph joined up, and was sent for training.

- In the January of 1944, He arrives in England with the rest of the 4th infantry division. Where he is to stay in preparation for the d-day landings (Where he ends up on Utah Beach).

- Nicknames: Joey (Most Common), Miller (Common, Via Other Soldiers), Giuseppe (His Father, Nonno & Nonna), Joe (Marjorie Beckett)

- Languages: Italian & English

The ending of their story is gut wrenching, heheh. Seriously tho, Ouch.

Their relationship:

- February 1944, They meet when Joseph goes to the pub which is advertently own by Edward’s grandfather. At the time, Joseph admired him from afar, watching as he plays the piano, Only for Edward to see him struggling with the currency and gave him the drink on the house. From there they begin to talk and get to know each other.

- March 1944, Marjorie invites Joseph down to the secret gay bar beneath the pub. Which the Beckett twins frequent as their grandfather set it up for them.

- April 1944, they grow closer (Yes, that’s all you’re having.)

- May 1944, Joseph stay’s the night at the estate until both he and Edward are sent to different destinations in preparation for the d-day landing.

- June 1944, they’re both on the beaches, without knowing if the other is okay. Until somehow, they meet up via complete accident.

- July 1944, battling through France having eachothers backs. (Joseph teaches Edward Italian, Edward tries to teach Joseph French but it doesn’t go well.)

- August 1944…. (More is to come.)

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michaelluiscostello · 2 months

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Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

The bass was a physical force, vibrating in his chest. Strobe lights painted the crowd in fractured bursts of neon, blurring faces into a pulsing, anonymous mass. A male sat alone, perched on the edge of a velvet booth, a half-empty beer sweating its condensation onto the sticky table. The nightclub wasn't his scene, not anymore. He used to revel in the chaos, the shared energy a drug he chased until dawn. Now, it felt like a foreign language, the laughter too shrill, the music a relentless assault.

He nursed his drink, watching the parade of smiles flicker past. Couples swayed close, limbs entangled, oblivious to the world. Groups huddled, jokes erupting in bursts of laughter. A lone woman danced like nobody was watching, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. A pang of envy shot through him, followed by a dull ache of loneliness.

He wasn't supposed to be here. Tonight was supposed to be with them, celebrating a closed case that broight him nothing but pain. The reservation at the quiet Italian place, the whispered jokes - all replaced by this sensory overload. Instead, he sat alone, their absence a palpable weight in the booth.

He pulled out his phone, the screen filled with missed calls and texts. Many from his coworkers asking where he was and why he hadn't shown up. He scrolled through, each text, trying to ignore the constant incoming calls. He turned his phone off, shoving it into his coat pocket before taking a long swig of his beer.

Unbeknownst to the male, a figure was watching him from the bar, eyeing him up and down as if trying to analyze his every movement. The figure let out a low hum, their fingers tapping against the bar counter top in a slow methodical rhythm. A wave of curiosity overtook them as they continued to stare, completely ignoring the desperate women trying to talk, or the constantly changing music and lights.

The figure stood, their hands reaching up to dust off their sleek black suit as they walked through the crowd and towards the booth. A devilish smirk adorned their sharp features as the sat opposite of the male, clearly catching him by surprise.

Raising a eyebrow, the male went to speak but was quickly shushed by a question. "Tell me, what is it you desire?" The voice was smooth with a clear British accent. It'd caught the man off guard, his contorting into one of confusion as he stumbled over his words. "Excuse me?" He stammered.

The figure chuckled, once again asking the same question and once again getting the same response. "Heh well then, I'm Lucifer Morningstar owner of LUX." Lucifer offered a kind smile, quickly realizing his charm wasn't going to work, the same way it didn't work on detective Decker.

Both men sat in an uncomfortable silence, neither saying anything until the other male spoke. "Lucifer as is the one who follows detective Decker around like a lost puppy?" He chuckled, his tone joking and somewhat playful.

It'd hit Lucifer, this man was a new detective at the precinct, someone he'd only crossed paths with a handful of times in the past. He looked different, he didn't seem as bright and hopeful as Lucifer remembered him being. "And you're the new detective." The other male only nodded as he chugged the last bit of beer in his bottle.

"Yeah, that's me." He whispered. Lucifer could hear the change in tone, hear how it seemed to hurt to say it.

Lucifer cleared his throat, running a hand through his jet black hair before standing. "Can I offer a drink? Perhaps in my penthouse?" It didn't take much convincing for the other to agree to what Lucifer had asked, something that surprised the devil considering he thought it'd be much harder.

The two made their way through the crowd and into the elevator, both standing beside one another as the doors closed and the music faded away.

Lucifer stepped into his penthouse once the elevator doors had opened, the male following close behind him. "Nice place." He mumbled, Lucifer only humming in response as he walked towards his home bar.

The devil pulled out a bottle of wine, a bottle of tempranillo he'd been gifted not long ago. He poured two glasses and handed one to the new detective who gladly accepted. "So, detective shouldn't you be celebrating?" Lucifer leaned against the counter, his eyes fixated on the detective in front of him.

"I'd rather be drowning in alcohol then celebrate a pity promotion." The was an air of sadness to the males voice, one that left Lucifer wanting to pry despite the feeling he shouldn't.

As the moments past, Lucifer ushered the detective to his couch a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He cleared his throat, setting his drink on the glass coffee table before turning his attention towards the other male who'd already done the same the moment they sat down. "I maybe the devil darling, but I still care when people hurt," Lucifer hummed. "What's the matter?"

It was as if those simple yet thoughtful words flipped a switch inside the detective, his once cold demeanor suddenly shattering into a million pieces. His eyes held emotions only he could understand. "You ever feel like people only care because of who those close to you are?" His voice was soft as if it was made of porcelain.

Those words dug deep into Lucifer's heart, a feeling he knew well. "At first, but I've made a name for myself, separated myself from them." He flashed a small smile.

The detective leaned back against the back of the couch, his head resting against it as he stared at the ceiling. Lucifer sat closer, mimicking the others movements as he waited for him to speak.

It was quiet for awhile, both basking in the alcohol and absence of the dim lights along with the sudden yet welcomed storm outside. The crackle of lighting lit up the detectives face, allowing Lucifer to catch a glimpse of the fresh tears running down his reddened cheeks.

Both men turned towards each other, their faces mere inches apart. "The only reason I'm here is because of my father, I never wanted this damn job.....or the decline its brought me." The detective mumbled, his voice breaking.

Lucifer hesitated, his mouth parted slightly before finally speaking. "Then tell me darling, what is it you truly want?" It was clear it wasn't all because of what was just said, it was something deeper, something Lucifer could possibly give.

The male took a deep breath, somewhat realizing what the devil was asking. "Temporary bliss......a moment to forget everything, someone to help me forget what this job has done to me."

Lucifer knew what he meant, it was clear the moment he'd seen the pain in the detectives eyes when they first locked.

A look was shared between them, before Lucifer pressed his lips against the detectives. The salty taste of tears stinging his tongue.

The kiss was broken as Lucifer stood, offering a hand to the other male and leading him towards the bedroom, their clothes being discarded in various places on the way.

Lucifer crawled over the detective, the dim light of the room illuminating their faces. His large hands roamed the others body, his fingers tracing an old scar causing shivers to run down the others body. It wad quiet, but it was a comforting silence as the devils hands roamed the others body, familiarizing himself with each imperfection he could find and feel under his touch.

Their lips moved in sync until they parted for air, only to return to the intimate bliss of their lips against one another's. Their body's lay flush against one another, their erections rubbing against each others in a low rhythm.

The detective arched his back at the feeling of Lucifers hands against his inner thighs. The silence now replaced with the soft moans from both men as Lucifer slowly pushed himself in.

Their moans filled the dim room along with the soft patter of their skin against on another's after each slow ans rhythmic thrust from Lucifer.

Lucifer's mind was flooded with the scene before him, the detectives face full of pure pleasure and bliss. It sent chills up his spine hearing his own name melting off the others lips mixed with whines and moans.

Both men moaned as they reached their climax. Lucifer gave a satisfied hum as he stared at the detective below him while pulling out.

The two men laid there silently, both basking in the moment of temporary bliss that enveloped them both. "We should do that more often detective," Lucifer chuckled.

"Who am I to argue with the devil?" The detective chuckled in return.

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mackachu1212 · 9 months

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He’s showing you his bf

#mackachu art post #{🌹 Roses novel}#{🌹 Roses post}#{🌹} art #oc #oc art #oc doodle #shitty doodle #gay #bisexual #asexual #mlm #art #doodle #my art #original story #roses mm

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jooskyimo · 5 months

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"the way you taste."

a story from the point of view of an imaginary friend.