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my friend's book comes out today!!
[ID: a lavender book cover with two white women in Victorian gowns giving each other side glances and holding hands. The title reads "Don't Want You Like a Best Friend" and the author is "Emma R. Alban." end ID]
A swoon-worthy debut queer Victorian romance in which two debutantes distract themselves from having to seek husbands by setting up their widowed parents, and instead find their perfect match in each other—the lesbian Bridgerton/Parent Trap you never knew you needed!
I'm so proud of Emma!! If you like queer historical romance like The Queer Principles of Kit Webb, you should pick up this book.
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Hi there, Sowerbot here. Huge fan of your work; "To Own the Libs" helped crack my egg and make me the girl I am today.
Anyway, I write "Grow A Pair (Not That Kind) over at scribblehub. I saw that you've been commenting on and liking my story, and I was hoping thay you could use your considerable platform to boost both the story and my ko-fi page. I'm trying to get donations for living expenses and HRT, and I was hoping that a promotion from a very well known and respected trans author could help with that.
I understand that you probably get a million asks like this a day, but I figured thay it couldn't help to ask, right?
Yeah, sure! Gladly :)
I really like this story so far. The protagonist is delightfully dumb/oblivious (dumblivious?), and it's just the kind of story I like to write and read. Fans of my work will probably enjoy it too, and if you do, toss Sowerbot a few coins in return :)
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I hit the @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang jackpot and also got to illustrate for @seiya-starsniper and her fic "Turn the Page (A New Beginning, Another End)" which is as amazing as everything Seiya writes!
Read on AO3 or Dreamwidth
Actually super proud of how this turned out, but still including the line art under the read more
#the sandman#dreamling#other people's writing#my art#centennial husbands#centennial husbands big bang
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It’s back!
If you missed it the first time around, the “human are weird” anthology is back for a second printing. (There’s even a new story included: “Black Box” by Dara Brophy.)
Here’s the blurb:
In science fiction, humans are usually boring compared to other races: small, weak, with no claws or tentacles, and no special abilities to speak of. But what if we were the impressive ones, the unsettling ones, the ones talked about by all the other aliens? What if we're weird?
If you’d like a collection of excellent stories about humans inspiring awe, fear, and utter confusion, it’s available everywhere books are sold!
#humans are weird#humans are space orcs#haso#hfy#eiad#science fiction#short stories#my writing#other people's writing#Did you know? The story I contributed is in the Token Human timeline#though it takes place after the short stories I've been writing lately#and shortly before the novel A Swift Kick to the Thorax#I hadn't even thought up the current series of stories when I wrote this one#so Robin is working on a different ship#shortly before she gets a job on an alien planet#though she doesn't know that yet#anyways it's fun#and so are all the other stories in here#there are some GREAT ideas#I recommend#The Token Human#and more
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Spring Cleaning: a Queerlit Anthology
Every writer has an idea which has languished in a corner of their mind or in their drafts folder, sometimes for years on end. An idea that's just too good to completely discard, but which you don't know how to start or finish writing.
Well, as it turns out this year we had the perfect chance to do it! Several trans writers stepped up to the challenge, delved deep into their trove of unfinished products, and are now presenting you the results.
This bundle is a collection comprising several tens of thousand of words' worth of trans-themed stories from trans writers such as @brieischeese42, @beedokwrites, @zoestormwriting, and more! These writers have given it their all, opening up the windows of their mind to let the inspiration in and battling against monsters shaped like a (writer's) block, and we're very proud of the results!
We hope you will check out the final product of our effort by giving this bundle a read :)
#image description in alt#writing#my writing#other people's writing#trans#trans writers#queer writers#writerblr#writers on tumblr#tumblr writers#transgender
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Hello,
I hope this ask finds you well.
I'm a bit of a lurker on here, and, well, that Alastor fic had me weak in the knee. (I'm sure that was the intended effect, but I had to tell you)
As I haven't got a blog on here yet, I thought I'd pop into the askbox anonymously to show my appreciation with a gift of my own - a snippet from something I happen to be working on featuring everyone's favourite Radio Demon. If/When I get brave enough to do so, I shall make my presence known and let you know I wrote it.
Yours,
~ Writer Anon
Radio Silence
“Gooood morning, Alastor!” came the chirping voice of Charlie Morningstar as she twirled into the Radio Demon’s quarters, her eyes bright and her mood, as usual, higher than everyone else in Hell put together.
Alastor was still asleep, which was weird - he was up by nine, every morning, without fail.
Charlie glanced at the clock on the wall, which had just ticked by 9:04.
On the one hand, Alastor would probably kill her for what she was about to do. But she supposed her greatest weakness was caring too much about her friends...
She approached Alastor's bed, its red satin sheets glimmering in the soft light.
Charlie realised she'd never actually seen Alastor look so... peaceful. His face was more relaxed than she'd ever known it, not bearing the strained grin it did while he was awake.
She also realised she'd never seen him quite this pale, save for a slight flush on his cheeks, and a reddish tinge to his small, pointed nose.
Charlie gave Alastor a gentle shake in an attempt to rouse him - she knew he wasn't dead, she could hear him breathing.
He didn't budge.
“Oh,” she muttered, “Um... Husk! We need a wake-up call for the Radio Demon!” she called; surely as the princess of Hell (and hotel manager to boot) she should do something boss-like, and this included delegating tasks to someone who she thought would be best at it.
She’d forgotten, though, that Husk was a cranky little bastard in the mornings, and he made it everyone’s problem.
“Al, you’d better be fuckin’ dead in there,” Husk snarled as he kicked the door in, “or I swear to God-”
“Alright, alright, I’m up,” Alastor stirred, slowly sitting up in bed.
Charlie was surprised, for a few reasons.
Firstly, she’d expected Alastor to be one of those people that snaps bolt upright when they wake.
And was it just her imagination, or was his voice awfully quiet today?
“Okay, Husk, maybe next time be a little more gentle,” Charlie smiled, but Husk was only half-listening. His face was one of utter confusion at Alastor's appearance.
Charlie looked Alastor over - he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink for the past fortnight. His bleary eyes moved slowly around the room, as though trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He rubbed them, and yawned, but it turned into a jagged cough.
Oh, Charlie thought, that would explain a lot.
“You look like shit,” Husk said.
“Hey,” Charlie turned to him, the faintest hint of a frown crossing her face for mere moments, “What Husk means is, you look really tired, Al, and we’re just a little concerned for you, is all.”
“Oh, please, I’m perfectly fine,” Alastor waved a hand lazily, “I simply... lost track of time reading last night...” Charlie winced at the strain in Alastor’s usually-flawless voice, and the dulled consonants that signified congestion. The brief sniffle Alastor gave only confirmed this.
“You’re sick,” Husk told him.
“Now, now, that was uncalled for,” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, “I know I’m hardly the most stable, but-”
“No, dumbass, you caught something, and you’re sick. Ill. Under the weather. Whatever the fuck they used to say in the 1930s,” Husk clarified.
“Excuse me, I am an Overlord,” Alastor looked affronted, but still that smile never left his face, “I do not succumb to such - to- to such- hhh-!” his words trailed off and his expression slackened, his narrow chest jumping with erratic hitches. He wrenched himself to the side as his eyes closed.
“Hehh’EITshhoo! Hh'EDT-shoo!” Alastor sneezed, doubling over at the waist, “H-hold on... Heh-HEITSHhhoo! Oh, gracious, excuse me...” he sighed, and Charlie and Husk could’ve sworn they heard the feedback of a microphone.
Probably something to do with his radio powers, they reasoned.
“To such maladies,” Alastor finished.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mister Overlord, I’m out,” Husk made to walk away, “Playin’ nurse to a radio host ain’t in my job description - or our contract.” He slammed the door behind him. Alastor closed his eyes again, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“Ohh, my head...” he murmured, “Can you please tell that... pathetic excuse for a bartender not to do that again?”
“I’ll tell him,” Charlie said, “Now, you stay here, I’ll let the others know you won’t be up today.”
“Not happening,” Alastor managed through a few coughs that scraped at his throat, “I have my radio show, and I can’t let my listeners down.”
Charlie considered this for a moment.
No-one, not even Lucifer himself, could get Alastor to skip his beloved radio show.
“Rest up till then, that way you’ll have more energy for the show,” she eventually settled on, “I’ll get Niffty to make you tea. Your show’s at seven, right?”
Alastor nodded.
“I’ll check on you in a while, go back to sleep if you need to, okay?” Charlie asked on her way out.
“Okay,” Alastor replied quietly. He figured he should probably save his voice; in life, he’d had a tendency to lose the ability to speak entirely when stricken with a head cold, and he hoped this hadn’t lingered now.
But as he felt a scratchy, sandpaper-y sensation in his throat, he realised this was wishful thinking.
He flopped back down onto his pillows with a world-weary sigh.
Downstairs, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Niffty and Vaggie were waiting.
Pentious looked at his pocket watch - Jesus, the guy was nearly as dated as Alastor - which now read ten minutes past nine.
“Guys, I’m worried about Charlie,” Vaggie finally said.
“You’re always worried about Charlie,” Angel told her, “If I know her, she should be down any minute...”
The door burst open.
But it wasn’t Charlie on the other side of it; it was Husk.
“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” Husk said bluntly before heading behind the bar, for two reasons: to try and forget the absolute horror that had been Alastor of all people looking quite that dishevelled, and also because, well, alcohol was in hand sanitiser, right? So it stood to reason that a stiff drink would help prevent any sickness from arising. Yeah. That was why.
For good measure, he put a squeeze of orange juce in there too - he remembered having read somewhere that oranges helped keep the immune system in good shape.
Niffty’s eye twitched. She bolted from her spot to grab her cleaning materials and disinfect the living shit out of the hotel.
“Weirdos,” Angel tutted, “Oh, come on, not you too!” He snapped as he saw Pentious creep towards the door.
“Well, exssscuse me,” Pentious hissed, a look of disdain on his face, “but I have a reputation to uphold, and it wouldn’t do to fall ill and render myself vulnerable. So, goodbye.”
Charlie walked in right as Pentious left, looking highly confused. This bewilderment was amplified by Niffty immediately running up to her and giving her a generous helping of anti-bacterial spray, before scurrying off again.
Charlie's gaze wandered to the bar, where Husk was drumming his hand against the counter, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.
“How the fuck did I get landed with this bunch a’ freaks?” Angel wondered aloud, “I mean, what’s the problem? He’s probably just got a cold or somethin’, not the Black Death.”
“Because if whatever he’s got is strong enough to put an Overlord outta commission, who knows what it’d do to the rest of us?” Husk phrased it perfectly, pouring out a glass of fresh orange juice and sliding it across the bar to Charlie. She drank it, and thanked him.
“Husk, I appreciate your concern - and your juice - but I’m sure Alastor’s gonna be fine. Angel’s right-”
“Not a sentence I ever thought I’d hear,” Vaggie muttered.
“- he’s just a little under the weather, he’ll be over it in a few days,” Charlie finished.
Soooooo yeah wait and seeeeee
A N O N
Okay, I hope it's okay for me to post this. I know you might have wanted to keep this private and I 100% will take it down if you want but I COULD NOT LIVE WITH MYSELF IF I DIDN'T SCREAM ABOUT IT SO
Anon. I literally NEED more of your writing. IT HAS SUSTAINED ME THIS NIGHT. I have to start by saying that. You don't have a BLOG?? MAKE ONE IMMEDIATLY PLS. I JUST. *grabby hands* Your portrayal of the characters made words fall out of my FUCKING FACE
Charlie's voice being higher than everyone else in Hell put together. -I FUCKING CACKLED
AND ALASTOR WHUMP?? IT'S LIKE YOU WERE LISTENING AND ANSWERED MY PRAYERS IS2G
“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” oh MY GODS HE WOULD LITERALLY SAY THAT jesszzus I loved your Alastor/Husk interactions. 🤌
THE QUIP ABOUT PENTIOUS BEIGN AS DATED AS ALASTOR SENT ME AKJFDSHG
Seriously, I'm SO FUCKING HONORED you sent this to me and I fucking PRAY to our lord and savior vivziepop that you continue this story 🙏
Keep slaying anon <3 ILYSM
#ask#zen answers#other people's writing#this is incredible#i call upon my followers to support a budding writer#let's get this anon a fucking BLOG#TAKE MY POWER ANON
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Piece I made for @nottheweirdest !!!
Please go read her astoundingly amazing omfg I will never be the same fic 'Coming Home'
Version without text under the cut ^^
#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic#shibumi arts#digital art#other people's writing#sonadow#sonamy#shadow the ultimate lifeform#shadow the hedgehog#amy rose#fic art
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I want you to remember something. Writing is not an innate talent that people are born with. I've read /so many/ things where people who are old enough to know better, decide to "write a book" because they felt like it, without any knowledge on how to actually write a book, then think they're shit is the best and doesn't need a rewrite or edits.
And I'm not talking about aspiring writers, either. Aspiring writers are people who actually want to learn how to write. We all start somewhere. It takes time and practice. I'm talking about the idiots who think they can wake up one day and write Shakespeare without any kind of preamble work up to actually making that first draft and think it's publishable.
Writing takes Time, Effort, Dedication, and Practice. It's like any other profession: you can't learn it over night. But people drive me insane thinking they could 'do my job' without any kind of experience in it.
Next time you writers - actual writers that day dream about your stories, write fan fiction, make original stories in your head as you go to sleep, anything that's any sort of preamble to actually writing - think that your writing sucks? Stop and remember this. Writing is a skill you learn. You've just gotta work that muscle until it's strong.
Some of you are stronger than you think.
#writing#writing advice#writing help#writing tips#how to write#writing things#writing rant#rant#inks rants#inks writes#long post#inks rambles#other people's writing
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Callout post for @a-kind-of-merry-war and the Mills & Boon marketing team for trying to make me choose between Raff and Penn in Emma/Merry's debut novel, One Night in Hartswood, a queer medieval romance, when my ADHD, bisexual ass has never committed to making a decision in my life, and I'm sure as shit not about to start now because I love them both, your honor.
I love them both so much.
More coherent words to follow when I've actually sat down and processed this because I'm currently in that stage when you've just finished a book, and you don't know what to do with your life anymore.
This was so much fun. Really gorgeous prose. Reads like comfort fanfic even while you're screaming at the pages. I am absolutely going to order myself a hardcover copy from the UK, as us plebians in the US don't seem to be getting one. (Yet.)
UK release date Jan 19th, 20223. The US release seems to be in November (according to Amazon, at least). All the pre-order links are up above, along with some more info and tropes, but I'll link them again here.
I am going to lie down. Maybe scream into my pillow for a bit.
Additional image ID under the tags due to length and post accessibility.
Image ID: A series of three images collected into a collage. In the top image, we are shown the purple spine of a book that reads "One Night in Hartswood" by Emma Denny in a sunset gradient of colors.
The bottom images showcase the two sides of the book cover, which is rendered with a watercolor texture background in yellow, orange, and pink, bordered by lilac and dark purple trees with leaves falling to the ground.
This arc copy of the book depicts the main character, Penn, on the back of the book, cast in the same dark purple silhouette as the trees. He is sitting on the ground under a tree, head bowed with one arm resting on his knee. Above his head, the name “Penn” is written in a purple gilded font. Underneath is the hashtag #PennHasMyHeart.
The right side image depicts the front cover where the other main character, Raff, is rendered similarly but with his head uplifted and a dandelion flower blowing away in his fingers. Above him is his name in the same gilded font, and beneath him is the hashtag #RaffHasMyHeart.
#one night in hartswood#emma denny#other people's writing#arc reader#incoherent review#slightly more coherent one to follow at some point#liiiisten#if you're Geraskier trash (like me) you'll love it#also just Merry's blog in general#go follow
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@grelleswife Whenever I have some free time I like to go over your blog and re-read your stuff and I'm obssessed with this idea, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from cuddling the little puffball 😭
#eli's art#artists on tumblr#art#traditional art#drawing#illustration#fanart#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji fanart#black butler#black butler fanart#ciel phantomhive#our ciel#ociel#o!ciel#kitten for a day#other people's writing#hobonichi#hobonichi techo#hobonichi cousin#not yoi
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Help, inspiration does not care that I have more important things to be doing
@hotcheetohatredwastaken's Febuwhump "Wild's Wolf" would not let me go until I had drawn this
#how does one draw feral twelve-year-olds#what is anatomy#this was really good expression practice#if you don't want this associated with you Cheeto just lemme know#I dithered over posting this for over an hour#linked universe#my art#other people's writing#aaaaa#what Time sees when he looks under the bed#oof that needs context haha#oh right I should probably tag#child abuse tw#just in case
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The Eldritch Wizard Part 2
@thelonelighthouse
My second pile of memes. Enjoy.
#a bit shorter this time#but alas#danny phantom and harry potter#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#my memes#harry potter au#hp#harry potter#dp and hp crossover#dp and hp#hp au#the eldritch wizard#harry james potter#my writings#my work#my works#other people's writing
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We thought we were being generous by giving my dad a week to live as a woman. But once we had that week together, we could never go back.
wanted to share this heartwarming story of a family supporting their transgender dad and deciding to embrace her identity in their lives full-time.
(note: the dad is a trans woman, but the author refers to her as dad, so presumably this is the terminology she prefers)
#queer#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtq+#trans#transgender#transfem#trans woman#positivity#trans positivity#queer positivity#other people's writing
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For the @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang I had the absolute pleasure of illustrating for @lostelfwriting 's fic "Bury Me with a Rose, We Both Have Thorns". It is such a beautiful story, please check it out!!
Dream's full portrait plus line art under the read more!
As usual I'm more happy with the lines than the colors, but tbh I am actually super proud of how the colors turned out!
#the sandman#dreamling#other people's writing#my art#centennial husbands#centennial husbands big bang
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Slowly, painfully, he brought up his hand. Higher and higher until his cold fingers traced over Ale’s cheek. Unhurried, Rudy let his fingers slide over the curve of Ale’s cheekbone, the line of his jaw until, softly, his fingers trailed over Ale’s lips.
“For years,” he breathed, “for years I have wanted to kiss you.”
@r2wedoomed, @anstarwar and I collaborated on our own 'how they got together' story for Alejandro and Rudy, and we ended up with an illustrated fic that you can find right here so check it outtt!
#alerudy#alejandro x rudy#alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#mw2#call of duty mw2#ro's art#other people's writing#tw blood#tw injury
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“Caught in the act like a total baby by Della, who’s strong and agile and resourceful and imaginative and funny and incredibly clever - Della Duck, who is everything Webby has ever wanted to be...
...Della towers over her like a legend of mythos brought to life, and Webby has no idea how to deal with her. Her Della Duck file was completely empty for ten years, and now the woman is living in her house, and cooler than she could have possibly imagined.”
Y’all, go stream Wednesday Morning, 3 AM on AO3 by daffodil_lament
( @hueberryshortcake here on tumblr!)
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