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April 4, 2022

Update on Taliesin on AO3? I spent all afternoon trying to find it and I finally did to find it wasn’t updated ): . Is there no hope of an update?

If you were already on AO3 why didn’t you just bully me there like a normal person?

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Published on April 04, 2022 08:55

January 3, 2022

I finished Treasured, one of my stranger little short stories that’s been languishing forever. Not...

I finished Treasured, one of my stranger little short stories that’s been languishing forever. Not the original ending I’d written for it, but I’m really happy with how it feels and balances out. Curious to hear your thoughts if you have them.

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Published on January 03, 2022 06:49

September 3, 2021

Hello! Do you still plan to write curatorial practice? 😊 I loved what I read back in the day. Art Criticism is one of my all time favs so I’d love to find out what happened to those characters (and the great new ones you introduced)!

I’m wildly stuck about halfway through chapter 15 of CP. I was actually looking at it last night, but it’s a challenge to get it done. It’s that and Treasured I so badly want to close out and can’t seem to.

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Published on September 03, 2021 11:01

September 1, 2021

Chapter 27 of Juicy Fruit

is up on my patreon. Only one more to go!

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Published on September 01, 2021 10:42

August 26, 2021

Does anyone know of artists taking commissions? Looking for probably color work of two characters…

Does anyone know of artists taking commissions? Looking for probably color work of two characters…

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Published on August 26, 2021 08:16

Does anyone know of artists taking commissions? Looking ...

Does anyone know of artists taking commissions? Looking for probably color work of two characters…

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Published on August 26, 2021 08:16

August 8, 2021

this terrible thing in my head

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

—William Butler Yeats, The Stolen Child

When Ronan O'Sullivan slipped away from the winter ball seeking his favorite hiding place in the palace gardens, he did not expect to find the seelie prince already using it. He took in his tear stained cheeks, the redness of his watery blue eyes and gave him a languid smile. “Good evening,” he said politely. “I apologize if I’m interrupting something, but this is the place that I usually come to cry and I think that you should have to find your own.” 

Taliesin Bach ap Gwreang snarled and stood up, hands clinched, expression furious. It would have had a more impressive effect if he wasn’t shaking so much, a constant vibration that Ronan found fascinating, the allure only enhanced by the fact that he was human, Queen Titania’s beautiful changeling child, as pale and graceful as a lily. He’d only seen him in the unseelie court a handful of times and on all of those occasions he’d been a stoic thing, blank and cool and very boring to look at. This was entirely different, the scent of sadness and despair tickling Ronan’s nose like a heady perfume, a musk he wanted to roll around in like a dog. “What’s the matter human child?” He asked, pitching his voice to a low purr, “shouldn’t you be dancing?” There was something so terribly broken in that face and he found it impossible to look away. He reached out, running fingers into the wetness on Taliesin’s lovely face, pressing them greedily into his mouth. He tasted salt on his tongue and rather liked it. The prince slapped him—hard—leaving a stinging, burning handprint across his cheek and he rather liked that too. “Are we flirting?” 

“Don’t touch me you insolent wretch.” It seemed he’d come far enough out of his distress to find his seelie snobbery. “I did not come to your court as a representative for my mother to be pawed at by a common pooka.” 

“No. Apparently you came to weep in the dark behind my favorite rosemary bushes. I like how you smell when you’re upset.” 

“I’m not surprised.” He’d fetched a handkerchief from his indigo velvet jacket and was wiping his face. “If anything is consistent with the fae it is their love of cruelty.” 

Ronan clucked his tongue, shaking his head in false sympathy. “Was someone cruel to you little prince?” 

His face calmed, resuming its life as that typical irksome mask. Ronan had a feeling he was about to get extremely bored. It wasn’t really Taliesin’s fault, he supposed. In general he found royalty and everything that went along with it to be tedious. If Queen Mab herself had not ordered him to make an appearance at the winter ball, he’d not have come. He liked wild places, hills and dales, cool running streams and the scratch of blackberry thorns against his skin.

The prince cleared his throat. “I think I am finished having this conversation.” 

“I suppose you are,” he said neutrally. “I’ll walk you back to the others.” There were a great deal of the unseelie fae in the court tonight, with a variety of hungers and proclivities and while doing mischief within the protective walls was strictly forbidden, it seemed to be tempting fate a little too much to leave a foreign human prince wandering around the shrubbery unattended. “Let’s go find that handsome husband of yours.” Taliesin flinched, tried to hide it, a subtle twitch of muscle. Well that was interesting, trouble with the dashing newlyweds? “I dare say, I hope you are not crying over him. Why, you’ve only had him a year now.” 

“Shut up.” The tone was sharp, grit between teeth. 

“Oh Taliesin,” he chided, steering him by the arm down the garden path, “you would think a lovely creature like you would have their husband well in hand by now.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” The inflection had leached from his voice, making him sound as dry and dead as bones.

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Published on August 08, 2021 12:03

July 31, 2021