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The Transgender Propaganda Society

About

Genre: New Adult, LGBT+, Romance, Coming Of Age, Semi Political Word Goal: 50,000 Summary: At twenty years old, Mason’s life changes as he begins a newer journey: transitioning. Starting testosterone on his 20th birthday was the greatest gift he could ever receive -- the next best gift was his guitar his grandfather gifted him when he was nine years old. He had always been interested in music -- it always surrounded him one way or another.

Now, his life begins different transitions as he and his friends work together as a simple garage band with dreams of making it big with a trans man at the forefront -- they call themselves The Transgender Propaganda Society.

As they continue to work towards their hopeful fame, Mason realizes there is a bigger transition in his life other than hormones -- and his name happens to be Felix.

Characters

Mason - 20, he is an upbeat young man who only ever looks towards the future. He admires old punk bands, and has a fairly close relationship with his dad who is still trying to get used to all the changes that are happening with his son. He’s been playing guitar since he was nine, and enjoys singing. There is not a genre of music he doesn’t want to try.

Felix - 21, Felix is a nostalgic young man. He has a slight penchant for hanging onto the past -- whether good things or bad things. He’s been best friends with Mason since kindergarten and started playing the drums around eleven years old. He has an older sister whom he has a tense relationship with. He really loves astronomy. The Honorary Cis.

Chloe - 21, she is a charming woman who had started playing piano at a very young age, and quit for awhile in middle school due to bullying, but she recently started back up. She’s in Felix’s classes in university, and ended up joining their friendgroup. Usually found in libraries or napping. She no longer talks to her family.

Avery - 20. Avery is a kind person, who loves technology a little too much and builds their own computers. They have a minor crush on Chloe and are also roommates with her. They generally play video games late into the night (or until early dawn) and are a bit of a conspiracy theorist.

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Honey I’m Home | Devil Trigger | Get Your Body Beat

Warnings: demonic/hell themes, blood, violence, purposeful use of cringey tropes

Stage: First Draft

Wordcount: 85,181

Synopsis: A precog, Timely, hires Maxia, a half demon, and Ralucad, a vampire, to rescue them from being kidnapped by a powerful demon who plans to use Timely’s abilities to plunge the world into a literal Hell.  

Characters: 

Cradle - A trans female witch who works with stone magic and will stop at nothing to keep her sibling, Timely, safe. 

Illidan - A mortal woman’s soul which was placed inside a sentient sword. She does not really approve of this. 

Grimm/Maxia - A trans male half demon who, while trained from a young age to fight demons, still gets nervous around others. 

Ralucad - A trans male vampire who knew Maxia as a child and runs an antique shop that has a lot of weapons in the basement.  

TImely - a nonbinary precog who was once a normal human but was affected by spending too much time around magic. 

Glossary: 

Amortiguador - (Shock Absorber) dampener for some magical/demonic abilities though it is more often used to protect nonhumans from the affects of surrounding magics 

Aramio - (Wire) animalistic demons that act more like snakes of razorwire than anything sentient. 

Cabaleiro - (Knight) eight to ten foot tall demon warriors that have the ability to heal themselves through pain, to create weapons, and store their souls away from later use

Fadar - (Fairy) also known as Imps these are small demons who can only feel one emotion at a time

Hellmouth - A massive portal to Hell that cannot be closed through conventional methods but are more often sealed away instead. 

Incubo - A demon that feeds off of sexual energy that is created from someone beneath them. 

Limbo - The first layer of Hell, reserved for those who have yet to be baptized or find a faith

Mestura - (Mix) a creature that is a mix of different types of demons or something other than demonic, as long as there are noticeable demonic traits. 

Parvo - (Dumb) mindless drones created by demons out of smoke and dust to fulfill basic instructions. 

Porteiro Embassy- (doorman) An organisation that fights for peace between humans, demons, and angels, they have their headquarters hidden on top of the hellmouth. 

Precog - Someone who has visions of the future without being given visions from an external source

Soldado - (Soldier) a human sized lower demon that is highly trained and resilient but only have enough magic to create small bouts of armor or weaponry

Sucubo - A demon that feeds off of the sexual energy poured into them. 

True Sight - The ability to see things as they really are instead of the way that it is made easier for mundane mortals to understand. 

Versubo - A demon that feeds off of sexual energy

Xeodabarba - (Beard Ice) a type of demon that has low hanging horns on their chins and prefer ice magics. They are found on the ninth level of Hell. 

Xestor - (manager) a lower level demon who has no actual ingrained magical skill but can train in any. They are often in charge of small groups of other low level demons

Yatagan - a curved Armenian sword

Playlists

While writing (best listened to on shuffle) | Cradle | Illidan | Maxia | Ralucad | Timely 

Read it here: 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 |  Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

Misc

Cradle Scar Chart | Height Chart | Maxia Scar Chart | Ralucad Design | 

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wip introduction title: the fateless author: evan carlysle a.k.a. firstdraft genre: high fantasy | lgbt pov: third person featuring: nonbinary x woman romance | politial intrigue | sibling rivalry | destiny status: plotting / writing synopsis:

Everyone knows that a hundred years ago, the gods abandoned Tormarre, leaving it’s people alone, their fate unguided by the hands of the divine. The people of Tormarre never recoverd from this blow, becoming isolated and proud of their independence.

The current king has raised the nobility high, ignoring the common people. Princes Marisa, twin to Prince Marcus, only wants what’s best for her people. If that means convincing her father that she is the best choice to inherit the throne, so be it. If it means pretending to be aloof and cruel, she will do it. If it means bringing back the gods to Tormarre, giving herself a holy army, then she has her goal. And if it means marrying, she’ll do so.

The last thing she expects is to fall in love.

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Blood Upon the Altar cast!

From left to right: Aleks, Matija, Aston, Sparrow, Adrienne!

Fun fact: Sparrow isn’t their real name! It’s unknown and they withhold it from everyone.

Picrew by Lulljevic!

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WIP Re-Introduction ⎆ Blood Upon the Altar

genre ; vampire fiction, magical realism, dystopia, dark fantasy, lgbt+ tropes & features ; found family, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies to friends, mlm & wlw endgame pair, lgbt+ cast, semi steampunk but not quite there, heavy worldbuilding, magical beings and creatures, pirates, modern technology with a twist warnings ; violence, adult themes, character death, very light horror themes pov ; muti limited third person status ; in progress words ;  12,977 / 90,000

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summary ; 

Aleksandra Tasheva is stubborn and set in her ways -- she’s only known The Church of Sariel her entire life. Or well, from when she can remember, with her past in a fog and having been found by an older member wandering in the woods during a late winter night.

When she had thought her life could be fairly easy, it’s made complex when she’s assigned a new mission with a new partner to find a rogue member of the Church and a wanted supposed serial killer. With Aston, she is forced to set out to the capital of Aeonia, a port city and the last free standing country where things become much more entangled when she’s attacked by an ex member of the church.

Upon recovery and the help of a kind doctor named Matija,  a vampire named Adrienne, a strange pirate who calls themself Sparrow, Aleksandra receives a strange message in the form of a letter --

Can dead gods return?

With each body that begins to appear, she keeps receiving letters of the same tune and she is forced to turn to the very beginning: her past.

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“So, just this one mission? That’s it?” Aleksandra feels hope bloom in her stomach. Sure, she doesn’t know Aston but just by his appearance alone, there’s no way they’re even a good partnered match.

“Possibly,” She’ll take it. “Your mission is to catch a wanted criminal within the lands of Aeonia, in its capital city, Falonde.”

“Will their government allow us in?” Aleksandra asks. “They are a neutral country, and entering without permission breaks our treaty with them.”

“Yes, they will. I have already spoken to their regent about it.” The boss says. “You are looking for the dangerous killer, Ezra. We do not know the extent of his abilities or whether he is human or not,” he taps his fingers on the desk, eyes skimming the screen. “However, he has slaughtered a few of our own, as well as civilians. His last sighting was in Falonde.”

“His name is familiar. Didn’t we have him our custody?”

“We did, in a facility in Edhel. He was to be transferred here for safekeeping, however, we believe someone from the inside freed him.” Now, he’s going through the drawers of his metal filing cabinet, searching through hundreds of manila folders before pulling one out that’s labeled EDHEL FACILITY SLAUGHTER and hands it over to her.

Tentatively, Aleks takes the folder from him and opens it up. She tries her best not to vomit at the pictures that are attached to the information they have of him. Blood soaked floors, dismembered bodies, and complete destruction of the prison. Even other prisoners, most who were not as dangerous, were massacred.

The picture of this Ezra stares at her -- with his pale skin, gaunt eyes, and grin. His dark hair is long, messy, and it is obvious he hadn’t bathed in weeks and there’s something about his eyes that put her off and creates a sense of unease. Aleksandra finds herself unable to breathe, and feels a chill running down her spine.

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A Love Poem Or Something

You came from the stars

and they left their mark on you

dotting their dust across your skin

and leaving their light in your eyes

you glowed brighter than the sun

and were the light to lead me home

yet your touch burned my skin

for something so holy

should never love someone like

yet with your stardusted lips you whispered

me -- the one made up of poison

with angry scars and storm brushed body

and if you stayed

you would have fallen from the sky

and lost your light

for sin and holy do not belong

"i love you i love you"

and the earth embraced you

as you fell from grace

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Blood Upon the Altar Wattpad announcement!

Chapters 1 and 2 are now up!

Read here

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TCK: Twilight City Part 11

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

The clicking was further away too, they would be safe for just a few minutes, if that. There was no telling which way The Hunters were going.

“Remember,” The Crow Knight whispered, pulling closer to The Puffin Knight, “If they catch us, we have to stay together. If we split up they will also split up. Visors closed, weapons at the ready, we fight back to back.”

She nodded and closed her visor. He took his shield off of the peg on the very top of his pack, holding it in one hand as the hammer hung heavy in the other. A few breaths to steal themselves, a few licks of lips to try to moisten them and the attempts to settle their nerves later, and they were as ready as they could ever possibly be.

The clicking hadn’t moved. It was no closer or further from where they had left it. The Hunters must have caught something, then, and The Scout was nowhere near them. They were safe, somewhat.

Still, The Crow Knight looked back around the corner of the alley to make sure the coast was clear before they took a step out and into the light. He could not see The Hunters anywhere and for that he was glad. He motioned to The Puffin Knight and she darted out of the alley, moving as quickly as she could with her shield and hammer out and north, following the path she’d planned.

They went two blocks, hidden behind the sharp ridge of the broken road on one side and the abandoned cars on the other. There was, however, a gap, in which light spilled into their safe ditch. The Puffin Knight waved at him, pointing it out, though the deep hazy light of twilight was impossible to miss. That was where they were meant to be, the bridge over the street. They couldn’t see it yet but the fact there was still a route to it was a good sign.

There was a whooping, like the videos of monkeys that The Crow Knight had watched as a child, but louder and angrier. It was just the one call, but then, after a moment, there was more, three echoing deeper calls.

His blood turned to ice water. The fine hairs on his arms and neck stood on end. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, ricocheting off the interior of his armor. It was suddenly far too thin to protect him. His weapon was a heavy and dead weight in his hand and he had no knowledge of how to use it. His shield was bulky and foreign and it was too much. It was all too much. There was nothing he could do.

They had been seen and he was frozen in place. He was just a trembling little child who should have never left the safety of The Order.

He wasn’t ready for this.

They had been spotted by a scout.

Sound and sensitivity lit back up with The Puffin Knight screaming a single word. “Run!” He was on his feet then, back in his body, still terrified but moving, following her, not looking, not seeing, The Scout that had found them. She was a shining beacon, the light reflecting off of her and acting like the north star and he had no second guessing his actions. He was following her.

She made it to the light and then slid, her momentum ruining her turn. The whooping was growing louder.

The bridge was not alive but it looked like it had been, at one point. It was a deep red, filling with tiny holes and striations. It was somewhere between cut and raw meat and lava rock, deep blue veins like roots traveling from one hole to another, raising up over the walkway that had been beaten into it.

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