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NO GODS, NO MASTERS — ABOLISH WELFARE, ESTABLISH UBI — FUCK MONSTERS, KILL LANDLORDS.
My writing project WIPs are listed below the cut:
Steel the Wolf — A blacksmith in a medieval fantasy world, upon realising they're transgender, accidentally triggers a divine "you and your sons will destroy each other" werewolf curse (gender-affirming affliction, yay!). After they're persecuted for witchcraft, they seek the help of a mage to break their curse and get revenge on those who wronged them. tags: #the enby werewolf thing / #steel the wolf
Honey Dogs — An Australian gothic story about Charlee, a queer Aboriginal postal courier and apiarist, set in an anarchist society in post-apocalyptic rural Queensland. tag: #honey dogs
Hollowrend — A science fantasy story about a planet full of floating rocks, giant weevils, and swamp elves. Oh, and the cave vampires. Can't forget the cave vampires. This story is about colonialism and classism in a human colony on the edge of a forgotten space empire.
[Untitled] — Sal, a supernatural pest controller, notices there's something... off about his apprentice, Phoenix. He's sick every full moon, depressed, and he's cagey about his past. This is a story about a transmasc Black Native who has hoarding disorder, as if the lycanthropy wasn't enough to deal with.
[Untitled] — After his family perishes in an accident, Bryan, the heir to the family farm, tries to run from his problems. On a broken leg, he won't get very far without his cat, his van, and his new travelling companion Naomi.
Y'all for real please do these. Even if you're certain your posture doesn't suck. One day you will wake up with impinged shoulder pain like I did and let me tell you it fucking HURTS. Do these exercises even just once a week and it will make such a difference. Especially my fellow creatives out there, stop shrimping over your work and go do these right now. RIGHT NOW.
I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you
anybody else feel that being human is like being a long-time syndicated cartoon character watching the world get more complex while your own design stays the same until youre incongruous with the reality around you??
Do you ever see a complicated meme that expresses a very specific feeling, and while you wouldn’t have said it that way, it instantly resonates with you?
Wake up in enormous underground cyberpunk metropolis
Venture outside with your ant buddies to forage scraps from an incomprehensible civilization of alien gods (each one several times larger than the city you've spent most of your life inside) for the glory of your GodMomEmpress
Get attacked by a platoon of soldiers from a rival megacity, they're an offshoot of your species except like twice as big (basically orks) and like 10% of them are genetically modified supersoldiers with wings
Luckily, you've been engineered from birth to spit acid so you and your antfriends successfully defeat the rival ants and their winged miniboss
