Who’s This Tyler?

author of horror, dark fantasy, and other speculative fiction find more info here! 🦻🏳️‍⚧️🍁 header image by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

[whatsuptyler]

Hello, writeblr! My name is Tyler Battaglia (he/iel/any, 30+), an author of horror, dark fantasy, and other speculative fiction. I have a number of short stories out--or coming soon--and I recently self-published a horror novel, PRAY FOR HIM (more below!). You can find more information on my author homepage, but the evergreen intro is here!

WHO?

I'm a disabled, queer, Canadian author specializing in horror and other dark fiction.

I'm also a big reader and I have a personal and professional interest in disabled and queer futurity!

WHAT?

I write mostly horror, dark fantasy, urban fantasy, and other speculative fiction. I especially enjoy writing about religious trauma, grief, and things-not-quite-right. You can find a lot of sad gays in my writing.

WHERE?

Social media

You can find me on Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, or through my newsletter.

Writing

I have short fiction available to read for free online, as well as in a couple of anthologies! Consider checking out the full list on my site, where I have indicated which ones are free to read online. I marked on my site as well the genre and any relevant content warnings for each.

This list gets updated whenever there is something new!

WHEN?

I've got short fiction coming out somewhat regularly, so the list on my site is updated periodically with new releases.

PRAY FOR HIM was released on October 1, 2024.

--WAIT, PRAY FOR HIM?

My novel, PRAY FOR HIM, is a story about being gay and performing exorcisms. It's about religion vs faith, being honest with yourself, the redemptive power of love (and not just romantic love)--oh, and demons. You can add it to Goodreads or order the book here!

You can find more information on it, including a tag of stuff I've reblogged that's the vibe, on this WIP list page, which also includes hints of future projects!

WHY?

I just love horror and writing about grief and love and spooky nonsense. idk what else to say.

Would love to make more reader and writer friends and connections here on tumblr! Give me a follow if you're interested in seeing more. 💖

[not-mjmarlowe]

✨ITS HERE, ITS QUEER & WAITING 4 U✨🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Age gap, one night stand turns into more

Yearning + angst

Foul mouthed trans top 🥵

Horny as fuckkkkk but poetic 😌

Grab it here:

The Burn of a Bourbon Soaked Cherry - Kindle edition by Marlowe, MJ. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or table

[asshole-rebel-psycho]

Saturday Night

sitting outside

thinking of you.

[aspeccharactersoftheday]

Father Isaias Flores from Pray For Him is asexual!

[makingqueerhistory]

Reminder to Request Queer Books from your Local Library

If you're panicking about the state of the world, one of the easiest ways to make a difference right now is engaging with your library.

There is a reason that libraries are targetted by fascists. They are sites of immesurable power. Both just on their own, and also because of their patrons. So first step is, if you haven't, sign up for a library card ASAP.

Next, find out how your library takes requests (almost all libraries do), and start filling out the forms. Make it a ritual, go through queer books that interest you (here is an affiliate link for 165 queer books to get you started), and request as many as you can. It also helps if you take queer books out. Both digitally and physically.

Many libraries have a system in place where they have to rebuy the rights to a digital copy of a book after a certain amount of borrows. This is not contingent on you reading every single book you check out. No one will know if you read it or not. Though, I will admit that reading the books is also a good strategy to keep you invested in this very important discussion.

Regardless of your personal reading habits, you have space to make real change in your community with just a small amount of effort. Borrowing and requesting queer books backs up the irrefutable fact that queer stories are worth telling, and it pays queer authors for their work. I will say it until my face is blue, request queer books, read queer books, and engage with your local library.

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]

she res on my urrection till i come. (back. (from the dead))

[indoorghost]

How I feel working on the timelines of any writing project:

[leonardospoetry]

[thecollectibles]

Turquoise Dreams by Axel Sauerwald

[whatsuptyler]

Super quick WIP update today even though I haven’t done an update in a few days, but my Hot Wet Queer Summer Jam project has now reached 6.2K!!

Not a bad start for the first ~week of the jam, and not unhappy with that I’ve written so far 😎 progress on this weird swampy (sub)urban fantasy continues

[emrynbird]

Pre-orders are now LIVE for HALLOWED BE HER FLESH (epub & PDF) over on itch 🧡✨

This is a cosmic horror romance set in 1570s Spain following a freshly excommunicated woman whose faith is challenged when she meets a horrifying yet beautiful celestial entity…

Out March 28th: https://emrynbird.itch.io/hallowed-be-her-flesh

[emrynbird]

And she is OUT!!! Check out this illustrated 56K novel where the ineffable horror of what lies beyond the stars meets Christian mysticism as an asexual woman discovers she is a...

✨🥰 MONSTERFUCKER 🥰✨

Links for all current and future listings can be found here!

[creativelolita]

Prayers for Automobiles

Duluth, MN • September, 2024

Shitty Digital Camera

I often like to wander around campus with my headphones on. It's something I do when I get in my head -- just sort of pace about aimlessly, blasting the same Seahaven albums on repeat. I was very in my head on that day in September, brainstorming a descriptive writing exercise for College Comp. Writing is such a fucking pain.

While tracing the edge of the forest that borders the science and nursing building, I found myself in front of a fenced-off lot -- some square of chain-link surrounding a small field of grass and some cars. Crowning the barrier was a wreath of barbed wire, quietly persuading me not to scale it. Not that I had been considering doing so, of course.

Sitting there, contemplating the scene, I wrote the following:

Nature itself seeks to forget that which once stood in this forsaken clearing. The corpses of three cars rest here, in this sacred tomb of leaf and stem, each in its own stage of decay. A crime scene, perhaps? No, I'd prefer to be gazing at the funeral rites of a time long past. One of these cars looks almost new, preciously untouched amidst the rot. It glistens white and blue, adorned with a sigil that depicts some bird of prey. Along its side are peculiar runes; unknowable inscriptions in a dead language -- or perhaps English, as I did not bother to read it. Just beside this recently deceased lay another vehicle, this one obscured -- reclaimed -- by the encroaching wilderness. A thick tangle of grass and brush, branch and wildflower. From my vantage point some meters away, I could make out only the crimson red of its coat, leaving all the gory details to my imagination. I shift my gaze to the third car and find it a grizzly sight to behold; torn limb from limb -- or rather, door from door -- and collapsed in an undignified heap. The hood had been ripped off, flayed to expose its vital organs in what could only have been a barbaric execution. Vine and weed worm their way through its dessicated husk like maggots that guide the flesh back into the earth. This is, perhaps, the only salvation one can hope for.

I offer a silent prayer to whatever god or spirit presides over this forest, beseeching it for the safe passage of their mechanical souls.

[kroovv]

Time forgets but I do not 🥀

[acousticmalta]

Carmilla visits me tonight

[nondelphic]

me: i need to finish this scene. also me: what if i reorganize my google drive and emotionally spiral for 2 hours instead

[marsadler]

Something something the inherent homoeroticism between the things that horrify you and keep you up at night and the way you take them and turn them into wip ideas. Catch me smooching my monsters before grabbing them by the throat and shoving them into a wip face first

[beastliness]

[muttering feverishly] I need to chase that man around my gothic manor in a silk nightgown

[beastliness]

we take turns