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the dutch-bangladeshi dark romance author for ✨girls with unreasonable standards who like men whose morals are stored in hell's basement and say "god forbid a man has hobbies and is passionate" atleast 50 times a day to be emotionally unstable✨ rep: n/a.

#WSPit #P #R #Hi #LGBT #A #YA #NA “Music the Devil Cannot Hear” is a story of love and adventure, about a gay peasant living in the 14th century, set at the time of the Peasants’ Revolt. It's about love growing in barren soil and triumphing against impossible odds.

Music the Devil Cannot Hear

Itch.io Google Books Kindle It is 1375 and the place is rural England where tensions are rising among the worker about unfair conditions and an unjust new tax. Tom Ferryman ploughs the fields in th…

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"Virgil Mora burned in Hell. It was a pretty good job." Virgil has 3 months to turn around a vampire ran Ohio gas station to save Lucifer, the angel he's fallen for, from a celestial pink slip. But old mistakes, come back to haunt him. Literally. THE OFFICE X GOOD OMENS #WSPit #W #A #F #Hu #LGBT

A grid of 5 images, at the top the words "I DIDN'T EXPECT 'GO TO HELL' TO BE CAREER ADVICE" and at the bottom "HELL IS WORK"


The images are, in order:
1 - An angel with a glowing orange halo casting him in a red light.
2 - A businessman stares at his shadow which has horns and a tail.
3 - The central image is a customized pentagram sigil with the name VIRGIL MORA around it in a circle
4 - A weeping man is crouched in a tunnel cut off from the light outside 
5 - A man in a white suit is back-to-back with a man in a black suit. They are holding hands

EVENT HORIZON X STARGATE When tasked with testing new wormhole tech, Ama, an amnesiac, finds that she can speak with her new Mycelia starship psychically. Can she find herself in deep space? Or find a Heaven beyond the stars? But, in space, there's nowhere for Angels to fall. #WSPit #A #W #SF #T

A dark romance that drives a man to madness. After the horrific death of his lover, R.M Renfield receives a letter from the mysterious Count Dracula calling him to Romania to help the Count to manage his affairs. He didn’t expect to become one. A prequel to "Dracula" #WSPit #P #F #R #D #LGBT

A 3x3 moodboard grid:

Top row:
First, A gilt marble statue of St. Peter holding the keys aloft and grinding a damned Cherubim underfoot
Next, a skull in darkness illuminated by a lit candle
Last, a marionette in an fog lit by fire light a pair of shears about to cut it's strings

Middle row:
First, a dried dead red and yellow flower on a wooden bench
Next, the title "Life Before Blood" in a gothic font
Last, a forbidding castle against a full moon bright cold night sky

Bottom row:
First, A folded closed tintype box meant to contain a photograph and a string of rosary beads
Next, a skinny pale bare-chested man with a hand resting on his chest
Last, a platter of red. Red wine in two glasses, strawberries, and a bowl of Turkish Delight

FFXIV x TENSURA When luckless Mick agrees to be his best friend Eleanor's adventuring partner, he expects to keep her safe, not for him to be turned into a divine dragon. Now he and Eleanor must face his mission to lead a war against the gods—but is destiny as inevitable as it seems? #WSPit #W #F

Moodboard of four images, all of which comes from various paintings by Alphonse Mucha:
Left: Salon des Cent. A woman conceals her mouth with a hand, her index finger curled down. She's glaring intensely at the viewer.
Middle top: The Moon. A woman wearing nothing but a navy blanket covered in stars stands against a backdrop consisting of the night sky and a crescent moon. She covers her smile with one hand.
Middle bottom: Emerald. A serpent snarls at the viewer from amidst green lilies.
Right: Poster for the 6th Sokol Festival. A woman in red, wearing a crown, sits as she clutches flower rings in her right hand and up her right arm. A ghostly, green image of a woman glares behind her.

SHERLOCK HOLMES with BEES When a singer with ties to royalty vanishes, it's up to detective Arthur North to find her. But as he digs, he uncovers a plot to turn his people, the bee-like zizzun, into a target for the crown's wrath. Can he uncover their connection before it's too late? #WSPit #W #F #M

A collage consisting of various cut out images:
- An illustration of Sherlock Holmes in his classic deerstalker cap and cloak smokes his pipe in the bottom left
- A honey bee gathers nectar from a flower in the bottom middle.
- Four macarons sit stacked in the bottom right corner.
- Up the right side is a stalk of purple foxgloves.
- The background is split between a pile of old newspapers and a dark alley lit by lamps and neon signs.
- Red stage curtains frame the entire piece.
- Five bee cut-outs (from two images of honey bees, flipped and rotated to various angles) fly around the top of the image.

A KINKY WEREWOLF X VAMPIRE SEX COMEDY Wulf discovers being a werewolf means no orgasms, unless he wants to howl down every cop on the city on him, so his two hot roommates help him train to resist. But when Sky, vampire S&M club owner comes, will Wulf? #WSPit #P #A #R #Hu #LGBT

A moodboard with 9 images.

Top row:
First, a gyroscope spinning as water droplets splash around it
Next, a pair of leather bondage cuffs and strawberries
Last, the silhouette of a wolf baying at the sky

Middle row:
First, A red heart shaped lock and a small key
Next, the cover of "Good Boys Don't Howl" featuring Flint, Amanda, and Wulf. Wulf is bare chested and looking nervous as he holds his silver necklace away from his skin and the other's hands travel lower, covered by the author's name: Zeke Caliban
Last, a woman putting a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture

Bottom row:
First, a bathtub on a tile floor with lit candles about a pair of bare legs, wet from the bath, hang over the edge
Next, a dreamcatcher with feathers blowing in the wind as the sun sets behind it
Last, a hand with a sapphire ring on its index finger traces a rainbow shaft of light on the wall

𝒅𝒖 𝑴𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑨 𝒙 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒙'𝒔 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑷𝑳𝑬 They're like family to her, but when a death begins looking like murder, a PR exec must decide how far she'll go to protect them. They all have a motive. Especially the man she's in love with. The dead woman's husband. #WSPitQ #WSPit #Q #A #R #M

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2 photos of Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca, and a small moodboard entitled The Vibes.

Dialogue:
'She went under, literally, like a stone. Those seconds were the worst of my life.' Olympia meets Listy's eyes. 
'But something inside me was saying, don't let her come up, don't let her come up. She's been drinking, they'll think it was an accident.’

Miss Nightingale, I do not even like myself. Why “pitch” myself? Fine. Regrettably a vampire, forced from long slumber by humans with sunlight weapons, now on a dubious quest with a rude thrall (yes: you) to save our kind by warning my, er, apparently genocidal sister. Happy? #WSPit #Q #F #LGBT #Own

A series of photographic images on an embossed grey background. Clockwise from top: Two people holding hands; a barn owl; London in sunset; a rose in ash; a microphone held in grey mist; a candle; a vampire with long white hair, their fangs showing; the eurostar; a sunrise or sunset; tea being poured from an elegant teapot into an elegant cup; a Victorian-era woman in a black mourning dress.
Note: Moonboard was a gift from T. Rutherford, thank you!

HALF LIFE x MINDWALKER For sale: 🤖 One BOIS-friend, refurbished 😘 Good kisser 🧁 Sweet as sugar, but substance, too 🍿 Will gladly watch ‘90s movies w/ you 🤷‍♂️ Doesn't know he's an android 🪖 Has never been taken over by his soldier counterpart 😤 May rebel against his programming #WSPit #Q #YA #SF

A neon sign blinks S A L E in red lights while green lights blink around it, then they all blink together

Alt: A neon sign blinks S A L E in red lights while green lights blink around it, then they all blink together

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Racthoh's Tale As Racthoh hopelessly battles against an undead army, he succumbs to the temptation of two powerful relics, sacrificing everything he’s embraced in exile to ensure peace returns to his people. #WSPit #WSPitQ #Q #A #F Some snippets I've shared in #WIPSnips, text in the alts!

As the fire ceased, nothing remained but ash and despair from a grieving mother. 
Kailvrex erupted in a sorrow reserved for the tremendous pain no parent should ever experience. Her shock made decrees for vengeance. Her lungs were deprived of air, unable to keep up with the demand her screams were burdening them with. She cried tears foreign to her eyes, drowning her vision as she embraced the similar agony consuming her other daughter.
“I would argue with their reasoning, but since you haven’t struck me down where I stand, I wager you have no qualms with my work.”
“My land was forged from a necromancer, and as I said, your intentions are understood. By whatever means it is achieved, victory is victory. My morals are etched in sand, not stone.”
The singular eye rolled out from the socket, a white mist slithering obediently as it traversed to another open slot. From his staff, a humming began, as the dagger was encased in darkness. One of the bodies immediately next to my side jerked and cracked, the head swiftly turning and looking up at me, eyes staring as a blackness filled them.
“You, and so soon,” the head spoke in a decayed, straining voice. 
“Tyrinal, for more than a century, I have thought of nothing more than your end, and the end of all humanity, for what you’ve done to me. You will cheat death no longer,” I boasted, holding back the chill coursing through me. 
The blades hummed with a frightening force, calling out for more destruction to satiate their needs, for the carnage to continue unending. Visions enveloped my thoughts. Not one of mayhem but of serenity. I was alone, sitting atop a hill and staring out into the vastness of an ocean. The waves and the wind along the grassy field sang in harmony, an angelic melody spoke in a language that seemed so familiar yet unknown. Time slipped by, the pace quickened, the sky darkened, the melody sharply dropping octaves. The waves slowed, the grass ambered. The waves grew, and the grass retreated into the soil. I walked forward. Each step brought renewal to the decaying plains while the waters grew more violent. Step after step until I reached the cliff’s end. One more until I would hurl down to my demise.
I took it.

What would it be like if you woke up autistic? It would be a lot like what happens to Sophia in JUST AS REAL. She discovers she is accidentally trapped in an alternate reality full of horrible noises & strange people she has a hard time understanding. How can she adapt? #MG #SF #ND #Own #Q #WSPit

Day of the Locust X ‘00s Detroit The tale of an engineering student, his landlady, and the city that punishes those who dare love it. A meditation on a wounded metropolis from inside its sprawling body. NICE THINGS (and why we can’t have them) Keep your baseball bat ready. #A #L #In #WSPit