fuck romance, have you ever had a friendship where you both agree that you are the single most important person to each other? one where you feel like you are kindred souls and that you can talk to each other about literally anything because you both just get it? one where there's nothing you can say or do around them that would embarrass you even a little bit? cuz that shit is so much more powerful than romance just trust me dude
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I drew them <3
WAAAA MY BELOVEDS ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა !!! they r so cute!!!! kiki is so adorable and sparkly!!!! cherishing this forever this is everything to me
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The vampire—for there was no mistaking him for anything else—was tall, dark-haired, and dashingly handsome. Genetics had seen fit to gift him with exceptionally good cheekbones and the complexion of cut marble. […] The cut of his waistcoat was daringly modern, and it gave him a slightly rakish appeal, an effect no means lessened when he smiled, the wry curl of his mouth revealing a gleaming hint of fang.
It was alarmingly attractive.
“Welcome to our little island, Captain Northland. I’m the Viscount, but everyone here calls me Vlad.”
“Vlad,” Nathan echoed, still a little dazed. The vampire gave him a tight-lipped smile, his fangs carefully hidden.
“Yes, a family name, I’m afraid, but I’ve learned to be dead with it.”
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra is a queer, paranormal, gaslamp fantasy romance novel featuring enchanted forests, gothic castles, and just a smidge of industrial coal dust. Join Vlad, Nathan, and Ursula as they navigate a magical world torn asunder war and politics as they work to restore balance to the world and find love along the way.
To read the full synopsis, click here.
Book one is available now in two different versions.
Buy the (high heat) Flirting With Fangs Edition Here.
Buy the (medium heat) Fluff and Fangs Edition Here.
Why are there two versions, and what’s the difference? Glad you asked! Don’t forget to check out the listed content tags (1)(2) and corresponding heat ratings on my website at www.joydemorra.com
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One of the best feelings related to making art is when you inspire someone to make art too, and i've rejoiced that plenty of times, but i think that its really nice that even with writing MLP fanfic i've also inspired others to write too!!
for example, this fic of twilight having a crush on trixie of all people is friggin hilarious
or this one, a short but rly sweet night of Applejack and Rarity anthros being supportive as hell to eachother
Legit. it's nice to know even these weird specific eccentric arts i make like friggin mlp fanfiction also get to inspire others. It makes me feel wonderfull!!!!!
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don't let my shiny new blue check marks fool you. I'm not an official ao3 account. I just want everyone to know how very important I think I am so that you can think I'm important too
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Isaiah 61:3 (NIV) -
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of His splendor.
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your art makes me wanna start testosterone
i can't read tone well, so this is either an incredibly touching ask, or an extremely funny one, and in the absence of confirmation: both!
i'm in a chatty mood, so i'll share some thoughts about testosterone and my art.
i liked being on testosterone a lot. i had an IM injection every two weeks (on tuesdays!) and because that's a sizeable dose every 14 days that slowly disperses, it can cause some mood fluctuations (every other friday i would have a crisis about not feeling like the world had a place for me in it) but even those were far more manageable than the ones that would come with my previous and current monthly hormone cycle (every month i spend a solid week thinking the world will never have a place for me in it)
It gave me a patchy little bit of scruff on my chin and a whispy mustache under my nose that still struggles on, despite adversity!
It redistributed my fat a little bit, but that's long since gone back to pre-T shape.
it lowered my voice! that hasn't changed :^)! even if i never go back on t, that won't change. it was the thing i most wanted, and its the one i'm most grateful for. Pre-T, I didn't speak much. I'm getting better and better at talking and getting more and more comfortable communicating with people because of it.
having been off t now for 3 years, i don't pass anymore—not as a cis man, or a cis woman, certainly not as anything approximating straight. if people look at me and see anything, i'd hazard a guess that they see me as A Queer (the noun—for all it's complicated connotations).
i'm not surprised that my art might make somebody want to start testosterone! a lot of my art was made out of the aching grief that came with being kicked off of testosterone, and how neatly that loss of autonomy over my own body knits in with yamato's loss of autonomy over his own.
how my body started doing things i disliked, how i didn't have the support necessary to access the healthcare i needed—how my inability to give myself what i needed made me feel as though i were trapped inside of myself and abandoned (by both myself and the world at large)
when i write comics about yamato as a trans man, i don't take away his testosterone, because that hits a little too close to home for me. for Ninja War Town Reasons, he has plenty of access to all the HRT he could ever need and nobody questions his need for it—instead, i project my own horrors onto the way Danzō defined his identity for him as a child, the way that Kabuto and Obito dehumanize him as an adult in their war efforts, and reduce him to the thing his body holds (the Mokuton). I give him a kneejerk compulsion to dehumanize himself (out of a feeling that he has a duty to his community to do so) and I give him a slow-growing resistance to that impulse (which comes out of a feeling that the people he loves would frown upon seeing him reduce himself like that)
it's dysphoria! it's not gender dysphoria, but it's a loss of self, and a need to reclaim it. it's a war between the hollow shell of a thing he thinks he has to be, and the vibrant and messy person beneath it that he is. it's a desperate need to say "this is who i am—only i can say it"
I enjoyed HRT a lot. it was a really useful tool in helping me feel like my body was my own, that i didn't have to fight it, that we were the same entity. It's not the only tool, but it was a really good one, and one day I hope to use it again.
(as for the being off of it—it's unpleasant, but i'm enduring! being somebody who now doesn't really pass as anything has put me in a weird and interesting position, where I'm constantly having to declare myself to people, because nobody knows what to make of me on any front. they don't know if i'm a man, a woman, nonbinary, nor even what age i am (Augh!!!!) it forces me to be brave and vulnerable more than I'm comfortable with—if I tell somebody I'm a man, there's no way that they will believe I'm cis, but I'm not about to recloset myself—and I don't think I could at this point anyway.)
(there's something fascinating about the position i find myself in, and while i'd leap back on t the moment that an opportunity presented itself to do so, i do feel like i'm experiencing something interesting and important in this weird zone i find myself in)
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"Nearby, a collection of the island’s residents, both mundane and supernatural, gathered at the teahouse for lunch under the guise of discussing the floral arrangements for the upcoming May Ball. But the true purpose of their early luncheon was to catch a glimpse of the new Guard Captain, rumored to have pointy ears, sharp fangs, and a fearsome set of claws that could tear a man apart.
For a populace well acquainted with vampires, this was less a point of concern, and secondary to the reports that he was tall, ruggedly handsome—and as far as the frantically churning rumor-mills of the island could yet determine, romantically unattached."
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Meet the monster fuckers Floral Arranging Committee.
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra, book one available now in two different editions.
Buy the (high heat) Flirting With Fangs Edition Here.
Buy the (medium heat) Fluff and Fangs Edition Here.
Why are there two versions, and what’s the difference? Glad you asked!
Don’t forget to check out the listed content warnings and corresponding heat ratings on my website at www.joydemorra.com
Alt text is provided for screen readers, with another image ID under the cut due to length.
Image ID: A collage comprising 9 images, all overtly pink and floral. The top left depicts 3 pressed flowers, one orange, one red, and one purple, against a pink background. The top middle shows a feminine figure in lacy but inaccurate Victorian attire. The dress is slipping from their shoulder provocatively, and their hat conceals their face. The top right image depicts the outline of a wolf’s head against a pink background.
The left middle image is a picture of a cup of tea surrounded by many different flower cuttings. The center middle image is pink with the words “Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra” in ornate font. The middle right picture depicts mini-cupcakes decorated in pink buttercream, topped with whipped cream and strawberries.
The bottom left image depicts a vector image of two feminine figures having tea across a table, set against a pink background. The bottom center image shows a photograph of three feminine figures wearing pretty but inaccurate Victorian attire again. They are seated behind a table laden with cakes, drinking tea. Their faces are a mixture of interest, scorn, and scrutiny. The bottom right image depicts a pressed purple flower set against a pink background.
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