Bluesky is halfbloodlycan. I write horror/fantasy. 30s. Okay to tag me. She/her. Writer. Chicago. Xray tech who also loves photography, horror. I occasionally rant about horror things. WIPs -Concert Goer’s Survival Guide- The Sorceress’ Murderous Companion -Among other things https://linktr.ee/ChristineCunningham?utm_source=linktree_profile_share<sid=0e20fdbe-40ac-45a9-a679-e03384bf1281
Working on getting my stuff out there. I have some published short stories. Current works in progress are A Concert Goer’s Survival Guide: metal music, horror, and monsters. “The Minotaur Horror”: a retelling of Theseus and the Minotaur, modern times, social horror, with a possible touch of horroromance.
ok so this is another long shot but a few years ago there was a twitter post (in japanese i think?) that had measurememts for how to make this book stand thing out of cardboard that you could use to double up books and use up more space on shelves
back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore
if it comes down to it i can just take one apart and get the measurements from there but i would be very grateful if anyone happens to have the original post or something similar??
don't mind how long it's been since i made this post, anyway i realized that i don't even need to take one apart to get the measurements when i can literally just unfold it and refold it /FACEPALM
so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!
this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together
and then in the end you put it together like this!!
and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy
EVERYONE START GETTING MORE USE OUT OF YOUR SPACE NOW!!!!
writing tip they don’t tell you is that in addition to reading good books you should occasionally read one really bad one so that it inspires you to write something better out of pure rage
How is the querying process going? I am so excited for you! 🥰
Hi there! And thanks for waiting on a reply to this.
Unfortunately, my first attempt at querying failed. I sent out 100+ queries and received several full-manuscript requests, but in the end, all of the interested agents passed on representing my book.
I'm sad about that, of course. My heart is still sore even a few years after the last rejection email came in. But I've learned a lot about the querying process just by going through it, and the next time I try, I'll be much better equipped to handle it. (And I do very much intend to try again! I'm still determined to land an agent and publish my books.)
Querying is long, difficult, and can be quite stressful. My biggest advice: if possible, don't go it alone! Having a strong support network of loving friends and fellow writers will help you more than I have words to describe.
❤️❤️❤️ I imagine it’s quite the process. I’ve actually been talked into trying it out myself so I’m working to flesh out my novella another 10-15k to make it novel length. I’m so impatient, but I want to try. In the meantime, I’ve found a good community in Scares that Care and my discord and friends. The support definitely helps. If you ever want to branch out with friends and support systems just let me know. I feel like you’d fit in. It’s all indie horror and fantasy. @tlbodine is our lovely moderator. I still think about your stories! I would love to see them come to life in the world.
Not to ramble, but I have to talk about Scares that Care. I’ve met so many indie authors big and small through it. It’s a charity everyone is proud of and passionate about, while bringing together a lovely community of people helping each other.
not to be that person, but making angry posts about the update isn't gonna do anything. if you're actually annoyed, i'd recommend contacting the staff to complain. if everyone does their part, i'm sure these trash updates will be rolled back. let's go!!!
you can send your feedback here: https://www.tumblr.com/support. the more people describing the issue, the better.
tumblr also has accounts on twitter (here) and instagram (this is their latest post). it'd be worth commenting there too! let's flood their last post with complaints, i guarantee we'll get some kind of response.
Frank just wanted to retire early on his peaceful homestead.
From food logistics to home maintenance, he overcame every learning curve this life threw at him.
He still is not prepared for the supremely fucked up deer.
An extra note: I feel the need to give a heads-up here, this story contains a bit of animal death. Various livestock animals/unfortunate wildlife. The dog lives, though. I'm fine with spoiling these things as I know it makes people anxious. (The donkeys live too!)
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CW: Body Horror
The original fucked-up-deer doodle that my masterful pal Martin incorporated into the cover:
A down-on-her-luck fast food employee finds out that her day can get worse when a botched cult ritual triggers the apocalypse in the middle of her city's beloved theme park. Now, she has to fight her way through a horde of monsters in a desperate bid to keep her teenage co-workers safe.
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CW: Body horror, gore.
There are many creatures the gang encounters throughout Worst Summer. Here's two of them!
It is I, Michelle Heller, a person you've probably never heard of until now. I am an extremely obscure indie horror writer with two official titles and a whole mess of goofy short stories I share for free.
I am a humble cryptid that enjoys comedy horror, cosmic horror, and body horror (often all at once). I don't restrict myself to those categories more than I tend to get the most ideas for them, though. Expect me to eventually wander off into another subgenre.
I may occasionally post my bad doodles of various monsters/characters, but art really is not my strength, so they'll be pretty sparse.
Under no circumstances will I ever, nor have I ever, used Generative AI for my works. Every single thing I write is 100%, organic, human-made. I will rant for days about how much I hate that godforsaken technology, lol. I do NOT give permission for any of my works to be used for the training of the slop machine. (I am certain the pro-GenAI crowd will ignore this, but, alas, it must be said).
If you want to support my shenanigans with money:
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💀FREE E-BOOKS
All of my novels will have eBook counterparts that are 100% free, for all eternity. Whether I have two, ten, or a million. I'm doing this because my true desire in life is to have readers.
I have wasted far too much time trying to monetize my passion and ultimately spent more money than I made, when all I really wanted was for people to actually peek at my weird little worlds. The only thing I ever do that will cost money are my physical book copies.
I sincerely hope you have fun here. I certainly am!
YOOOOOO I JUST GOT MY FIRST LIBRARY CARD SINCE LIKE 2007 IT WAS SO EASY???
Like they literally just needed any photo ID with an address, I thought they needed like unopened mail and paperwork and crap, it took 5 goddamn minutes, I did it on my way home from work
And was NOBODY gonna tell me libraries have websites now with ebooks and audiobooks and documentaries and British TV and shit???
One of the first things I did when I moved away from home and into my college town was locate the city library and see what I needed to do to get a card. Then I went to the library every week. It helped me feel connected to the community and feel a sense of place, which helped me get over my homesickness.
Seriously, check out your local library. They have SO MUCH STUFF besides books (especially these days).
don't forget to install library extension in your browser of choice! when you look at books on amazon etc it will tell you whether they're available at your library in physical or digital form. i set my default to libby instead of overdrive and enabled showing when books were available on hoopla since my library has it.
High Tide, Low Profile
Characters: Fen / Daphne
From: Athendrolyn After Dark
Contains: Beach sex, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, handjobs, bigenital character, character with bottom surgery (phallo), not D/s but a top that gets a lil subby about it
Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
Tips are appreciated!
The shores of Cliffstead were pretty. An endless expanse of blue sea, flanked by the craggy cliffs that gave the district its name, pure white sand. The incredible view of the city from the ground, staring up at the towering, reddish rocks, only for the cliffs to end and Athendrolyn to spring up on top of it, the buildings climbing into the sky, seemingly forever. The view, the city, the shore—it was all gorgeous, but that’s not why Fen liked it here.
Beauty was part of it. Cliffstead’s pretty beaches were well known by residents and tourists alike, of both the city and the sea. Both above and under the water, the cliffs gave way to ocean caves, where denizens of the Kerrosomin Ocean made their homes. Above the water, those who weren’t content with the overcrowded beaches on the north side of the city ventured down the cliffs to explore. Underneath it, merfolk from connected seas came to visit, hunt, or migrate. Despite its relative difficulty to access, there were few days of the year where it was impossible to find a smattering of creatures clamoring over the beach.
Which is why it was the perfect place for Fen to flex his exhibitionist tendencies.
“Oh, you can do more than that,” he taunted, though the panting undercut her a little.
Daphne whined into his ear from behind. It was wearing its usual merfolk body, with the top half of a umber-hued human, as cool and dark as the sea, and the bottom half of a long-tentacled octopus. Body camouflaged the same reddish-brown of the rock, it flattened against Fen, burying him under damp, sticky skin and boneless flesh. To any passers-by, it would look like they were just a human and a satyr lying together. Technically, they wouldn’t be wrong.
“Come on,” Fen said, trying to wiggle under Daphne’s hold.
“H-Hold on,” it stammered, making fists against the rock. “You feel so good.”
“Imagine how much better I’ll feel when you’re all the way in.”
That convinced it. Daphne groaned and pressed its tentacle cock—or “tentacock” as Fen and nobody else called it—deeper into his ass. He groaned his approval, grinding back against its fleshy body to fill herself deeper. Daphne whimpered the farther it traveled, almost shy about fucking her. Fen had no such qualms.
“Like that?” he asked, clenching around the slick appendage.
“Y-Yes,” it breathed. “Mmf, you’re tight…”
Fen nodded against the rock, cheek scraping the wet stone. “But you fill me up so well.”
Daphne pumped in and out of her once and moaned. Fen’s ear flicked toward the sound, and he got another beautiful gasp of pleasure as it kept going. He sighed hotly, enjoying the sensation. Its tentacock stuffed his ass to the brim, filling every available gap with its slimy, moldable form. When Daphne pulled out, it was with an wet shlk to draw it back into its body, before plunging back in again.
Waved crashed against the rocks, sending a foamy seawater spray into the air. Daphne shivered as it splashed over its back, tentacles grabbing tighter to their resting place. Fen grunted, her tits squished against the rocks. Thankfully, she was smart enough not to take off her shirt for this, even if it would have been hot.
“You okay?” Daphne asked, pausing mid-thrust.
“Fine,” he replied, grinding his hips back. “Keep going.”
It did as he asked, tentacock stuffing him full again. He moaned softly, tempted to ask for more, but held back. He swept the area, looking for any unexpected visitors.
On a beautiful day like this, there were no guarantees, even at high tide. The sun was hot enough to warm the shallowest water on the beaches. The salty sea air was heavy and fresh, and the near-windless afternoon meant that the waves weren’t dangerous, just closer to the shore. It made even the craggy rocks of Cliffstead an ideal place for a walk by the water. They hadn’t seen anyone yet, but it was only a matter of time. Fen whined at the thought.
It was still a beautiful day for being fucked on the beach, of course. The sound of Daphne’s wet tentacock, the waves, the cry of the gulls, the sticky heat. Being pressed down and filled up. Even if nobody arrived to fulfill her fantasies, Fen could never be disappointed in this.
“This is nice,” she hummed. Her cunt leaked and she wished he could activate her neocock from here, but that was all part of the fun.
“Mhmm,” Daphne sighed. “I love being inside you.”
He giggled, and would have bounced his tits if he were able. “I love it too, baby, you fuck me so well.”
It whined and thrusted in hard. A shaky moan escaped his mouth, and that’s all Daphne needed to hear. It fucked him harder, driving its tentacock to even deeper extremes. Fen wasn’t sure it ever left his ass, just pulled itself taut and drove back in to stuff him. He trembled under the hold of its strong body—no bones didn’t mean no muscles, and Fen knew he wouldn’t be able to get out from under Daphne until it let him. All he could do was lay there and get his ass railed, something he was very happy to do. Fen melted under its touch, ready to—
Her ear twitched. Somewhere down the beach, there were voices.
“P-people!” she gasped.
Daphne froze. “What?”
“Down, get down.”
Stuffing its tentacock inside him, it flattened itself to Fen’s back. She groaned with her mouth closed, trying to look inconspicuous. Daphne laced its fingers through the backs of her hands and cuddled into the back of her neck. They held still. Breathed.
Two people were wandering closer. They were near enough that Fen could turn her ear in their direction and pick out how far away they were. Just far away enough.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“H-Huh?”
“Try not to move, but fuck me.”
Otherwise completely still, Daphne moved its tentacock. Fen closed his eyes and exhaled hard. The slide was so much more prominent, every inch of slimy appendage in his ass sparked new lust in him. The voices were closer. He put his ear flat to his head.
“Here they come,” Daphne breathed, voice shaky. He nodded.
Laughter and footsteps met his furry ears. He couldn’t discern a word they were saying, wholly focused on trying not to moan. Daphne pumped its tentacock slow and deep. Each stroke was torture, filling him with the need to scream as much as with pleasure. He felt its hands shaking where their fingers laced.
The voices were fading, but not fast enough. Fen’s thighs quaked under its body. Had the strangers noticed them? Were they looking this way? He didn’t dare open his eyes to check. If he saw them staring, innocently wondering what they were up to, he’d come right there. He swallowed as Daphne pounded his ass. His cunt throbbed for attention, leaking all over his fur. He wanted to touch his cock. Fuck, this was so hard.
Fen started to break, whimpering into the salty air. Daphne hushed her, filling her up to placate her needy body, but it only made her desperation worse. Its tentacock felt so good, and those people were so close, and she was so close—what if she came while they were watching? If Daphne fucked her in front of those people, made her come, and they heard it all?
“Daph,” she whined.
“They’re almost gone,” it promised. “Almost…”
Several agonizing seconds passed. The voices of the strangers faded into the background of the ocean waves. Fen felt like she was going to explode.
“O-Okay, I think—”
She clenched everything and keened, loudly. She didn’t care if everyone down this beach heard it, Fen needed more now.
“Daph—Fuck,” she sobbed. “Fuck me, fuck me, I need more, I need it so fucking bad, I’m so wet.”
Daphne nodded and kissed agreements into the back of her neck. It lifted its body just enough for Fen to slip her hand down and activate her neocock’s runes. It dropped from the sheath between her legs, rock hard and dripping. Daphne slapped a tentacle around it, and stuffed another in her cunt.
Fen moaned crazily, bucking his hips in every direction. The tentacock pumped his ass fast and hard, its arm in his cunt drove in deep, the one around his cock squeezed and stroked him from root to tip. His fur was matted down with their matched arousal, and the fucking made it so much worse, the wet slapping of their bodies meeting over and over evidence of how much of a mess he’d be by the end. He was full, he was so full, and fucked and stuffed and anyone walking by could see. They’d hear his moans, hear the obscene sounds Daphne’s tentacles made as they pounded his holes and tugged his cock. Fen tossed his head around, checking for people, but there was no hiding now.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” he cried.
Daphne moaned with him, “Oh, me too, me too—please, say it again.”
Fen spread her legs as wide as she could and moaned deep in her chest. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Daph. I’m gonna come from you fucking me, I’m gonna come so hard around you, I—”
It came first, moaning into her ear and tentacock spilling cum into her ass. Fen choked on her breath and came hard, clenching around Daphne and trembling head to toe. Its tentacle worked her cock through the orgasm, cum spilling out over the rocks.
Their labored breathing in the aftermath was louder than the ocean. Daphne’s tentacles flopped onto the rock, soaked, and its dripping tentacock slithered back into its body. Fen would have collapsed if she hadn’t already been laying down.
“That fucking ruled,” she said.
“Uh-huh,” Daphne mumbled.
“D’you think those people noticed?”
“Dunno.”
“Hmm.”
Before Fen could consider it further, she fell asleep.
One of the first victims of Epstein to speak out was a Latina transgender girl, Ava Cordero. She was sixteen when she was lured to Epstein’s apartment under the guise of helping her career in modeling. Ava Cordero was mocked, belittled, and denied by the media, her transness somehow overshadowing her status as a victim of assault. The media (Dareh Gregorian and Lucy Carne of the New York Post) specifically somehow spun it as Epstein being a victim of the case and treated her claims as an attempt to defame Epstein. Mind you, the journalists, Epstein’s lawyer (Gerald Lefcourt), and Epstein himself, were able to get away with this specifically because she was a transgender woman.
One of the first people to publicly accuse Jeffrey Epstein of abuse was a trans woman, Ava Cordero – she was mocked for it.
The problem with saying "Frankenstein is about [X]" is the same as saying "Dracula is about [X]"- these books are not fables, they are novels. They do certainly draw from their author's lives and the cultural zeitgeist around them, so you could say Frankenstein is about:
Mary Shelley's birth killing her mother
Mary Shelley's own baby dying
Mary Shelley never really getting her father's love and respect
Mary Shelley's close friendship with Lord Byron, who had been exiled from society
Mary Shelley being exiled from society herself following her elopement
Mary Shelley "breaking up" a marriage where the wife later (but before the book's publication) killed herself
A bad dream
Erasmus Darwin's experiments
A holiday in a place with history about alchemists
A ghost story contest
All of those things were surely on Mary Shelley's mind when she wrote Frankenstein, consciously or unconsciously. The book is about all of these things, and also it's about an entirely fictional scenario.
You can fight AI in indie publishing by leaving reviews.
Seriously.
Ai-generated garbage is flooding the self-publishing market. It works as a numbers game- put out ENOUGH fake crap and eventually someone’s aunt will buy them the ebook as an unwanted gift, and you’ll have made two dollars. This tactic works at SCALE, which means real independent titles are now a needle amongst a haystack of slop.
If you have read a book this year that has less than 5 reviews, your rating is an algorithmic spotlight on that needle.
A one sentence review helps. Really. A star rating helps if you really can’t think of anything to say, but if you can muster up even “I laughed at the part about the tabby cat” you are doing indie authors a favor like you cannot believe.
(Also if you left a review on one of my books this year I am kissing you so softly on your forehead and I adore you)