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fantasy/horror writer - she/her - ask me about my frogs

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Kate 🍄@k8writes.bsky.social · last mo.

A conman must keep a priest of fungi alive if he wants to escape his deadly mushroom allergies—but when he falls for said mushroom-infested man, he’s torn between love and breathing easy. And the fungi will want far more than his lungs in exchange for its favorite priest. #QueerPit #A #F #DF

A watercolor illustration of a distressed man in red robes sitting on a tree stump. Two people dressed in golden uniforms and carrying platters are carving mushrooms off the man's body.A watercolor illustration of a foggy, rocky beach. Squiggly, worm-like black lines rise from the ocean. A man dressed in red robes stands facing the beach with his arms outstretched.A watercolor illustration of a distressed man in red robes sitting on a tree stump. Two people dressed in golden uniforms and carrying platters are carving mushrooms off the man's body. Text is overlaid that says: Lucanus looked like he'd been carved from a tree. No, Stefek realized, he's what's being carved. The knife slid along the edges of him, tracing the shape of the human and cutting away the fungus. It never drew blood. The attendant was careful, and Lucanus more so. Obediently, he'd hold his body in whatever shape the attendant nudged him into. One slice of mushroom at a time, the platter filled.A watercolor illustration of a foggy, rocky beach. Squiggly, worm-like black lines rise from the ocean. A man dressed in red robes stands facing the beach with his arms outstretched. Text is overlaid that says: Six widow-wires rose from the beach like garden eels on the sea floor. Wiggling, waving, lashing out to whip at the boulders. Searching for prey. Stefek bunched his limbs into a ball as the one behind him's shadow danced across the orange algae. […] The wires straightened with a snap, half a dozen perfect lines drawn in the fog. They hissed as Lucanus whispered inaudible words. Then all at once, they collapsed, and the waves began to pull the five spirals out to sea—a crab claimed the sixth in its pincers. Lucanus unburied his feet and smiled. "There. See? I'm nothing to worry about."
Kate 🍄@k8writes.bsky.social · last mo.

A conman must keep a priest of fungi alive in order to escape his deadly mushroom allergies and build a crime-free life for himself. 🍄 fungi as friend and foe ❤️‍🔥 grumpy conman x bratty priest 😈 scheming = love language 😏 can’t physically touch? no problem ⚕️ reproductive autonomy #QueerPit #A #F #DF

A watercolor illustration of a distressed man in red robes sitting on a tree stump. Two people dressed in golden uniforms and carrying platters are carving mushrooms off the man's body.A watercolor illustration of a foggy, rocky beach. Squiggly, worm-like black lines rise from the ocean. A man dressed in red robes stands facing the beach with his arms outstretched.A watercolor illustration of a distressed man in red robes sitting on a tree stump. Two people dressed in golden uniforms and carrying platters are carving mushrooms off the man's body. Text is overlaid that says: Lucanus looked like he'd been carved from a tree. No, Stefek realized, he's what's being carved. The knife slid along the edges of him, tracing the shape of the human and cutting away the fungus. It never drew blood. The attendant was careful, and Lucanus more so. Obediently, he'd hold his body in whatever shape the attendant nudged him into. One slice of mushroom at a time, the platter filled.A watercolor illustration of a foggy, rocky beach. Squiggly, worm-like black lines rise from the ocean. A man dressed in red robes stands facing the beach with his arms outstretched. Text is overlaid that says: Six widow-wires rose from the beach like garden eels on the sea floor. Wiggling, waving, lashing out to whip at the boulders. Searching for prey. Stefek bunched his limbs into a ball as the one behind him's shadow danced across the orange algae. […] The wires straightened with a snap, half a dozen perfect lines drawn in the fog. They hissed as Lucanus whispered inaudible words. Then all at once, they collapsed, and the waves began to pull the five spirals out to sea—a crab claimed the sixth in its pincers. Lucanus unburied his feet and smiled. "There. See? I'm nothing to worry about."
Kate 🍄@k8writes.bsky.social · last mo.

THE LIES OF LOCKE LAMORA x THE TAINTED CUP | #QueerPit #A #F #DF A conman grows entangled in a deadly battle of schemes to protect a priest of fungi from the forces seeking to turn him into a mindless puppet—including the mushrooms infesting him. Art by my lovely wife, daintycapybara on IG

A watercolor illustration of a distressed man in red robes sitting on a tree stump. Two people dressed in golden uniforms and carrying platters are carving mushrooms off the man's body.A watercolor illustration of a foggy, rocky beach. Squiggly, worm-like black lines rise from the ocean. A man dressed in red robes stands facing the beach with his arms outstretched.A watercolor illustration of a distressed man in red robes sitting on a tree stump. Two people dressed in golden uniforms and carrying platters are carving mushrooms off the man's body. Text is overlaid that says: Lucanus looked like he'd been carved from a tree. No, Stefek realized, he's what's being carved. The knife slid along the edges of him, tracing the shape of the human and cutting away the fungus. It never drew blood. The attendant was careful, and Lucanus more so. Obediently, he'd hold his body in whatever shape the attendant nudged him into. One slice of mushroom at a time, the platter filled.A watercolor illustration of a foggy, rocky beach. Squiggly, worm-like black lines rise from the ocean. A man dressed in red robes stands facing the beach with his arms outstretched. Text is overlaid that says: Six widow-wires rose from the beach like garden eels on the sea floor. Wiggling, waving, lashing out to whip at the boulders. Searching for prey. Stefek bunched his limbs into a ball as the one behind him's shadow danced across the orange algae. […] The wires straightened with a snap, half a dozen perfect lines drawn in the fog. They hissed as Lucanus whispered inaudible words. Then all at once, they collapsed, and the waves began to pull the five spirals out to sea—a crab claimed the sixth in its pincers. Lucanus unburied his feet and smiled. "There. See? I'm nothing to worry about."
Kate 🍄@k8writes.bsky.social · last mo.

I'm going to be posting a few pitches during QueerPit today for my adult fantasy THE DEATH OF THE LAST FUNGAL PRIEST. All of the art included in my pitches was done by my beautiful and fantastic wife - you can find her as daintycapybara on Instagram.

Vivian Moira Valentine@itsviviactually.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Full offense, but we shouldn't have to stop, hold your hand, and say, "That was a sad choice, wasn't it? Can you help think of a better one?" when writing for adults

Ro Salarian@rosalarian.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Too many people assume that every protagonist is just a stand in for the author, and that their bad deeds are what the author thinks are good. Those people are wrong, and any attempt to appease them will not win them over. They don't want to be won over. They want to be angry and right.

Kate 🍄@k8writes.bsky.social · 3mo ago

I have rightfully been called a ”wife gal” in the past but who wouldn’t be when your wife casually whips out brilliant fanart of your manuscript 😭 #amquerying (she is daintycapybara over on insta and she wants it known this is a WIP)

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Janel Comeau 🍁@verybadllama.bsky.social · 3mo ago

every mushroom foraging guidebook: This is Woodland Pot Roast, a tasty little mushroom that adds a delightful flavour to soups and stews. Note that it is often mistaken for Satan’s Fistula, a mushroom that erases the last 9 generations of your family from God’s ledgers.

Premee Mohamed@premeemohamed.com · 3mo ago

My best craft advice is "Put a giant worm in it." You can never go wrong with a giant worm. Sci-fi: Giant worm on an alien planet Fantasy: Giant worm in mountain sitting on a pile of gold Horror: Giant worm (eats people) Romance: Giant worm causes third-act breakup Mystery: Giant worm investigates

Lilah Sturges@lilahsturges.com · 3mo ago

Writers: what’s a solid piece of *craft* advice you wish you’d known sooner? Mine is this: when making writing decisions, always stop and ask yourself what is best for the SCENE. What are the scene’s goals? Does this sentence, this paragraph, this line of dialogue serve those goals? If not, fix it.

Clarkesworld@clarkesworldmagazine.com · 3mo ago

In a world where "AI" submissions are a plague, human-written stories are the cure for an editor's breaking heart. Don't let the flood discourage you from sending your work out there. You are better, no what the hype of the moment says. We want your stories. Not the slop-infested noise.

Kate 🍄@k8writes.bsky.social · 4mo ago

constantly striving to up my tally of writing friends I point over to Steve Almond’s Truth Is the Arrow, Mercy Is the Bow when they tell me they’re too nervous to write sex scenes