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095 Podficcers Unite! (Part 2) Podcast Episode · Never Left: Our Flag Means Death · March 10 · 53m

Here is part 2 of the podficcers chat!! Thank you @babykraken.bsky.social, @happydaiz.bsky.social, @kninjaknitter.bsky.social, and @sdryan.bsky.social for spending so much time with me!!

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I second this! Incredible writing, sweet connection, lovely works

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That's one hundred percent Skinned Knees 😂💀

2 then 1 yes yes

😭💜🥹 Thank you fren!

guys they are 4 years old

But yeah, the biggest difference is that the characters didn’t have voices until I gave them one, and in FF they kind of just live in my head.

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I also think the accepted FF conventions are a little different than those of published romance (which is where I would like this project to go). I’m still doing research on this element, but I trying to be intentional about the ways I either utilize or subvert genre standards. 5/

I spent weeks just thinking about who these people might be, what’s driving them, what their histories are, why they’re in the place they are before I started writing at all. And then I had to do that to a lesser degree with all the minor characters too. 4/

Plots, too. You could rehash Stede falling in love and freaking out thousands of ways and still find something unique or original to say. I’ve happily read that story over and over.

But with a novel I’m having to do all of that front-loaded mental work on my own. 3/

And of course lots of FF is written to explore a single head canon or to just smush a few blorbos together (valid! fun!)

But the biggest difference is that with FF the characters are built in. So much of the early work is done for the writer. 2/

A lot of the same ingredients go into both: intriguing characters, engaging plot, well-crafted imagery. At least for me. In both mediums I want to write a story in which the characters change and grow, that maybe says something larger about the world. 1/

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Thank you! I'm hoping the momentum keeps going because it feels really nice to be working on something original.

I'm so sorry. Sending you so much love

Evening brought a warm front that blasted through the remaining patches of ice in Tess’ driveway. Her mood, too, had significantly thawed over the hours. As she’d settled in for the night, changing out of work clothes and fixing a simple meal for one, she’d meditated on recent successes. She was proud of herself for making it to yoga that morning, proud of maintaining a new, more active routine the past few weeks. She’d kept her pledge to stop drinking alone, and she could already feel the difference in her sleep schedule and energy throughout the day. She’d made a connection with someone who seemed like a genuinely interesting, talented human being, and that conversation had continued to percolate inside her throughout the long hours of the afternoon. Leading to now—swimming in her softest, oversized sweatpants with a wildly unstylish headband pushing back her curls, and launching into a project she’s been putting off for months. Her dining table is awash with chaos, but she’ll be putting it all to rights before long. Set out next to a stack of professionally printed photos is an array of picture frames in every size and color. Ornately-carved pieces, sleek understated modern ones, kitschy painted thrift finds, and elegant gilt ovals have been pulled from the collection gathering dust in Tess’ attic.

When they’d first built a home together, Tess had tried to imbue some of her quirky style into the decor of their space. She remembers barreling home one day, flush with the success of finding the perfect fire engine red armchair to bring a pop of color to the living room. Michael had pulled a face, and the armchair was back with the warehouse remains the next day. Every similar attempt to bring some levity or interest to their home was met with disapproval. “What if I need to have students over someday? Host faculty? I don’t want our house looking like a thrift store.” She’d seen his argument and acquiesced. Tess’ personal style was shelved in favor of sedate elegance. Classic design pulled from the pages of a magazine. Boring. Predictable. When she opened her shop some years later, she poured all of her eclectic sensibilities into that space, carving out one place to represent everything about her that was unexpected, creative, and fun. But the bookstore wasn’t home, and for nearly twenty years, she’d been entombed in the inoffensive design equivalent of a beige hotel room.

On the night Michael left, Tess had admittedly had a bit of a crash out. She’d been crying at their dining room table, feeling the lie of her former life settle into the deep spaces between her bones, unable to set her gaze on the happy, plastic smiles in the family photos staring at her from every corner. Posed portraits in matching frames. Both the people and their glass enclosures clean and blandly elegant. She’d gone through the house, room by room, tearing down every picture with Michael’s grotesque, counterfeit face in it, tossed them one by one into a box, and dragged them to the curb to be hauled away. The walls had been sparsely populated since. Juliet was right. Juniper Pulp was an awesome space, and Tess’ style was something to be admired. She deserved to be surrounded by art and furniture and decor that reflected her, not some shell of a marriage that no longer existed. So she’s starting with picture frames.

I've been quiet around here, largely because I'm working on an original novel and the flow has been flowing. Here's a little taste of my Untitled Sapphic novel for #WIPwednesday

Nice bitch abandoning its post for straight up bitch 😂

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094 Podficcers Unite! (Part 1) Podcast Episode · Never Left: Our Flag Means Death · March 3 · 1h 2m

it's the episode you've all been waiting for, part 1 of the podficcer extravaganza with @babykraken.bsky.social, @happydaiz.bsky.social, @kninjaknitter.bsky.social, and @sdryan.bsky.social

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Obviously my page loves you. You two are clearly besties

Just putting this here. In case you need a podfic or hundred to get you through trying times

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He's so perfect 😍

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Oh I hope you have the best day! 💜🎉💜🎉

Close up of pink tentacles swirling in water, seen from below. A sunlit surface is just visible above. Over the image, against pale grey boxes, dark gray text reads: Monstrous . Written by dance_across. Read by GildedCage

COMING NEXT MONTH! My 2nd podfic. Monstrous by @dance-across.bsky.social Teaser on.soundcloud.com/q847TySH5pZM...

"Come for the tentacle porn, stay for the tenderness, self-discovery, and dealing with childhood trauma."

Thanks @sdryan.bsky.social for your help

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Ok wow, yes that's the good stuff

A monochrome sketch of Ed and Stede from our flag means death. They’re both naked and tangled up in each other, Ed holding the back of Stede’s head as he presses him into the mattress. Stede is holding onto Ed’s waist and the back of his neck, his legs wrapped around Ed’s hips. It’s smut. I drew smut.

Smoochy smooch #OFMDnsfw

Hi loves 💞

42.9% of Australians experience depression, anxiety or SI at some point in their lives

At the end of March I'll be participating in a take on Ed's float tank: The 20 Hours for 20 Talk.

I'll be confined to a 2x2m square for 20 consecutive hours. No talking, no tech, no stimulation (1/3)

Rough sketch of Ed sitting in Stede’s lap as they share a happy kiss

Happy Valentines Day! 🩷
(Slightly reworked older sketch)
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