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Just a lonely ghoul with his face always stuck in a book.
Writer of a little queer dark fantasy:
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4923589
Storygraph: https://app.thestorygraph.com/profile/eldervampire83
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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · Nov 1
I'm taking a much deserved break from writing my queer dark fantasy series WIP, so now's a better time than ever to get caught up!
The Art of Malignance [18+] has rich internal conflicts with a ND MC, multiple queer narrators, morally gray characters, + necromancy!
archiveofourown.org/series/4923589
The Art of Malignance - GT Anthony (TheElderVampire) - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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theeldervampire.bsky.social
#WIPSnips | belong
The moment that Elias in WitchXHunter WIP realizes that his lover, Obadiah, is not a good guy. 🚩

CW for domestic abuse and manipulation
“I would like to stay with you.” Elias smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “You mean so much to me. I want to be a part of your world, as much as you are a part of mine.” He chuckled. “Elias, you don’t want to live in Eden Hollow. Our life here is better.” “But I don’t get to see you as much anymore.” He blushed. “I want to be by your side, to lie with you every night. I want to tend to the farm, our farm. I want to perhaps live among your friends in Eden Hollow. The way you talk about them, it seems like a quaint town.” Obadiah sighed. “Elias…” He gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. “As much as I would love to take you with me to Eden Hollow, you can’t come with me.” He frowned, starting to sit up. “I love you, Obadiah. We’ve been together for three years. What does your settlement think you’ve been doing?” “Elias, they will never understand you. They will only see you as a threat.” “But if they got to know me, then I can change their mind. I can do a lot to help a community. Perhaps, they would not be as wary as you’d think.” “You will never belong among them, Elias.” That had him stricken, and his hands shook. “I know that my old village was cruel to me, but times have changed. I have been getting more offerings again.” “Elias.” He flinched when Obadiah took a firm hold of his shoulder, pinning him to the bed. With him so bare, so vulnerable, it made him freeze. “Let me say it plainly to you,” he muttered. “You would be put to death if you went to Eden Hollow. One look at you, and they will set upon you like wolves. They will see you possessing your magic and brand you a danger.”
December 1, 2025 at 9:09 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#Lovember
I'm really soft abt familial love (Parent/Child), but the exact snippet I'm thinking of to fill this prompt from WitchXHunter WIP is a MAJOR spoiler 😅
Instead I'm gonna share this scene of Avery + Tristan deciding to get married!💕 (w ALT text)

Thank you for hosting!! This was really fun!
Sure enough, vines gradually grew and spread out from his hand. They curled around the trunk, working their way up slowly into the boughs. As he smiled up at it, daisies began to bloom. Tristan let go of his hand. A chill clutched at Avery’s heart, and he glanced back. “T-Tristan?” Tristan was staring up at the tree, his eyes wide. He stood still for a moment before moving closer to the tree, reaching up to one of the higher points. He plucked one of the flowers carefully and gave it a closer look. “I…” Avery started to cower back. “Tristan, I have witch blood.” He said nothing for a moment, still looking at the flower. He then turned his head to look down at him. “Witch blood?” he frowned. Avery could not stop his tears, but he nodded. “There is a witch in my ancestry. Whatever powers they had were passed down to me. I… I can make flowers grow.” He looked back towards the direction of Father’s farm. “I help foster the grains and corns. I keep the animals safe. They… th-they understand me. This forest. It lives and regards me as a friend.” He watched Tristan again. “The hunter didn’t kill the witch. He still lives. He’s been helping me understand this gift, this magic. And for the first time in my life, I don’t feel like something was wrong with me.” Tristan was quiet for too long, so fear began to grip Avery. He started to cry. “P-please, say something,” he whimpered. “Please. I know you’re angry, Tristan, a-and I’m scared.” “Avery…” Tristan moved closer, shaking his head. “Avery, look at me.” He tried looking up, but tears kept clouding his vision. “That’s it, darling.” He carefully wiped some tears away with his thumb. “Look at me.” “I’m so sorry.” He sniffled. “I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.” Tristan pressed another kiss to his lips. “You have me. You will always have me.” His voice was soft, gentle, and it was wavering. Avery had never heard him cry before, not like this. “How many times do I need to say it for you to finally believe me, Avery?” Tears rolled down his cheeks. “I love you, Avery Miller. I love you with all my heart. You are the best part of my life. I am happiest whenever I get to see you. You gave my life new meaning.” Avery hiccupped before Tristan kissed him again. It was so gentle and reverent. “Witch?” He gave him another kiss. “Not a witch? It doesn’t matter.” Another kiss. “Nothing changes. You are still my Avery.” He smiled, so fond and warm. “You are still the same beautiful man I fell in love with.” Avery smiled as he wept. “I love you.” He was stammering and gasping. “I-I love you, Tristan. I’d been so afraid. I was afraid of you getting hurt. I was scared of what everyone would think, what they could do to us. But you are right. It should not matter. You matter. I want to be with you.” Still in tears, Tristan smiled and pressed soft kisses to his face. “I love you, Avery. Oh, darling.” Avery smiled against Tristan’s lips as they kissed each other once more, the two of them meeting with such passion. Avery whimpered and held his shoulders. “I want it, Tristan,” he gasped against his lips. “I want you. I-I want to marry you.” “You do?” Tristan grinned. “You’ll marry me?” “Yes.” Avery felt a tremendous weight off his shoulders. At last. Finally, he was honest. He finally said what he wanted. But he went further. “Right here.” “Here?” Tristan pulled back, his brows rising. “Now?”
December 1, 2025 at 1:26 AM
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wipsnips.bsky.social
I cannot believe I'm posting words for the first week of December, but here we are.

The #WIPSnips words for December 1st through December 7th are here!

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The #WIPSnips words for December 1st through December 7th. December 1 - belong; December 2 - percent; December 3- dominant; December 4 - city; December 5 - screen; December 6 - hook; December 7 - empty.
November 30, 2025 at 8:42 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
Let’s play that timeless game of “Is it this pain serious, or is it nothing??”
If only my health insurance wasn’t so shit, then I could actually answer that question LOL
November 30, 2025 at 7:58 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#WritingPrompt
Elias in WitchXHunter WIP started falling for Sterling after he saved his life.
Sterling is a witch hunter that was hired to kill Elias, but instead of letting him fall off a cliff he calmed him down and helped him up to safety.
cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @MFF C8 @cometkins.bsky.social · 1d
What made your MC really start to fall for their love interest in your book/wip? #WritingPrompt
November 30, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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lucenorthstar.bsky.social
[OCs] shirt cut meme because why not? #ocsky
Eoghan (he/him) & Jerome (he/him)
November 30, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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slack2thefuture.bsky.social
If your business model doesn’t work without breaking the law, you’re not in business.

You’re in organized crime.
November 29, 2025 at 7:43 PM
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cjaralore.bsky.social
🌈 Hi #QueerWriters! #QueerPrompts is your chance to talk about your WIP/story/book, meet other queer authors, and have fun! 🏳️‍🌈

🎂 #QueerPrompts turns two years old this month! 🎁

📚 While focussed on queer fiction, any writers are welcome to use these prompts and join on any days you want! ✨
1. Introduce yourself & your WIP/story/book 2. #QueerPrompts 2nd Birthday: Pick any past prompt or make up your own! 3. International Day of Persons with Disabilities: GIF/Audio or description of disability rep in your story 4. National Cookie Day: Are your characters soft, hard, or nutty? 5. International Volunteer Day: Free Friday or where would your character(s) volunteer? 6. Which character never quits? 7. National Letter Writing Day: If your characters wrote letters to each other, what would they say? 8. Pansexual/Panromantic Pride Day: Pan rep in story? 9. MC/character's favorite childhood toy(s) 10. Human Rights Day: GIF/Audio or description of how much/little rights your story's world has 11. Best/worst dancer in your story 12. Free Friday or queer holiday reading recs 13. Do any of your characters have a distinct way of talking or laughing? 14. What would your book's candle scent be? 15. National Cupcake Day: MC/character's favorite sweet treat 16. Does your MC/characters prefer day or night? 17. GIF/Audio or description of what type of gift your character(s) would want 18. National Twin Day: Any twin-like telepathy between characters in your story? 19. Free Friday or what would be your MC/character's favorite holiday movie? 20. Any special holiday traditions in your story? 21. Winter/Summer Solstice: Would your character(s) prefer a snow day or beach day? 22. What would the ghosts of past, present, and future show your MC? 23. Is your MC more like Santa or Scrooge? 24. GIF/Audio or description of how naughty or nice your character(s) are 25. What gift would your MC/characters love to get? 26. Free Friday or favorite reads of 2025 27. Do any of your characters believe in fate/destiny? 28. How would your character(s) react if they read your story? 29. Any lessons learned in 2025? 30. #QueerPrompts 2nd Birthday: What prompts do you want to see more/less of next year? 31. Month/Year Wrap-Up or GIF/Audio or description of how much writing you did in 2025
November 30, 2025 at 12:11 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#Novmemeber
So, like. 👉👈
If you like slow burn (~300K+), rich internal conflict, and a queer cast with necromancy and themes revolving around grief and family, you might like my ongoing queer dark fantasy series WIP.
Y'know. If you wanna. 👀
archiveofourown.org/series/4923589
(Thanks for hosting!!)
November 30, 2025 at 11:41 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#WIPSnips | number
Sterling in WitchXHunter WIP first enters the town after recovering from his wounds in the forest.
Feat. Avery and his dad
Sterling felt that the safest route would be to approach the town from the western gates. They were the closest, and they were less guarded. Given his dishevelled state, he feared that the guards stationed at the front gates would more likely see him as a malevolent force. He was sweating through his shirt, remiss that he did not have all his layers to maintain some semblance of dignity. And sure enough, once he approached these gates, he was able to let himself in with just a creak making his presence known. The first sight was a small farm. There were fields of corn and steady growing grains. He could see a goat and sheep pen, not as impressive in number as the farms he saw back in Lethemal. The homestead itself was the main marvel, small but sturdy. A young man was working with the goats in their pen. Pale skin, eyes that almost looked silver in the daylight. Under a weathered kerchief, he had dark hair that rivalled pitch tied back in a loose tail. While he worked, he had a smile on his face while tending to the goats. He must have heard Sterling’s footsteps, for he stood straighter and turned his head in his direction. That smile on his face vanished, and he nearly tripped when stepping back. “Father?” he called out towards the hut. “Father, come here!” Sterling froze as an older man approached from the house. He wore a straw hat, and his clothes were a bit distressed with some patches on his breeches. He had a stern face, brown eyes that stared right through him, and a mallet in hand. “What is it now, Avery?” the man huffed until he made eye contact with Sterling. “Come no further, vagabond.” “Hold.” Sterling lifted up his hands in surrender. “I can explain.” “The guards will not come here fast enough. I will take drastic measures.” The older man glared while wielding his mallet. “State your purpose.”
November 30, 2025 at 10:37 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
While working on book 3, I added up how many words it takes for Tobias and Lucian to reunite after their disastrous separation in book one.
Nearly 229k.
How's THAT for slowburn??
a very fluffy cat is sitting on a table
Alt: a very fluffy cat looks super tired while sitting on a table
media.tenor.com
November 29, 2025 at 8:29 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
a little blocked on WitchXHunter WIP (nothing major, just too tired to focus on it this weekend), so I've been going back to working on my queer dark fantasy WIP until I can get in a better headspace
November 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#bookvember HOO boy.
SO MANY are on my TBR, but these are the top few:

The Traitor & The Wretch by Jasmine Walls
You Weren't Meant to be Human by Andrew Joseph White
Sacrament by Morgan Dante
The Devils by Joe Abercrombie
Angels After Man by Rafael Nicolás (COMING SOON AAAA)
woodenvelt.bsky.social Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 2d
Welcome to #Bookvember Day 29!

Follow the directions on the prompt card and discuss your reading habits.

#BookSky #WriteSky #Books #Authors #WritingCommunity
Bookvember, a book share prompt game for writers and readers by @woodenvelt.bsky.social Day 29: What books are at the top of your current TBR (to be read) or TBW (to be written)? #Bookvember. Use alt text for images. Have fun and interact with others!
November 29, 2025 at 2:33 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#Novmemeber
November 29, 2025 at 5:21 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
If you see this, I IMPLORE you to post a picture from whatever device you're using without explanation
A grayscale cropped image of the NPC art of Donavich from the Dungeons & Dragons "Curse of Strahd" module. The text at the center of the image reads "all around me are familiar faces," the opening lyrics from the song "Mad World."
November 29, 2025 at 12:35 AM
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bbygrl74.bsky.social
Fandom isn’t your job. Take a month off. Take 3 years off. Post incomplete fics. Post incomplete art. Never post again. Switch fandoms. Stay loyal to one fandom only. Do whatever tf you want. You literally make all the rules of engagement in this arena.
November 2, 2025 at 3:53 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#AwesomeCharacters
Sterling in WitchXHunter WIP always carries a little ring made of woven branches. Even though his religion forbids any tokens or iconography, he never leaves home without it because one of his daughters made it for him. 🥺 That, and his wedding band. He misses his family very much.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 3d
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

What is something your character always carries with them?

In a purse, a bag, a secret pouch, a pocket?

Is there something they never travel without? Why?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 28, 2025 at 2:10 PM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#Bookvember All of the above! It depends on where I am and what I’m doing
Travelling/commuting - Audiobook
Not home - usually ebook
And while I prefer purchasing hardbacks, I’m not opposed to paperbacks!
woodenvelt.bsky.social Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 3d
Welcome to #Bookvember Day 28!

Follow the directions on the prompt card and discuss your reading habits.

#BookSky #WriteSky #Books #Authors #WritingCommunity
Bookvember, a book share prompt game for writers and readers by @woodenvelt.bsky.social Day 28: How do you do your reading? Paperback, E-reader, audiobook? All of the above? What appeals to you about your favorite format? #Bookvember. Use alt text for images. Have fun and interact with others!
November 28, 2025 at 10:14 AM
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cknightwrites.bsky.social
I just want you to know that if this year is the final straw, if you're realizing now that you cannot spend the holidays with the same people again next year...

That's okay.

And you will be okay.

💜
November 28, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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cometkins.bsky.social
need more people to learn what gender essentialism is and then to get a grip and let go of it.... i'm on my hands and knees begging
November 28, 2025 at 3:15 AM
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diannalgunn.bsky.social
A6: My Moonshadow books are in a HUGE Creator's Day Itchio bundle - 74 amazing books and games for just $50! Give it a boost and maybe check it out for yourself itch.io/b/3410/creat... #WeeknightWriters
Promo image with several different fantasy and scifi book covers overlaid with the words "Huge creator day bundle - ebooks, audiobooks, games & more - 70+ items, only $50"
November 28, 2025 at 1:48 AM
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elizmanderson.com
THE KEEPER OF LONELY SPIRITS is eligible for a Hugo, a Locus, and a Nebula, so consider it if you're a person who gets to nominate for those awards, pretty please?

THE LORD OF THE WOOD releases in July, so add that to a TBR now!

#FirstDraftFall #WeeknightWriters

www.goodreads.com/book/show/24...
November 28, 2025 at 1:47 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#WeeknightWriters The more solidarity, the better! No matter what pace you're at, what you've written or not written, you've got this! We're in this together! 🎉
weeknightwriters.bsky.social Weeknight Writers @weeknightwriters.bsky.social · 3d
Q5: What can we in the #WeeknightWriters community do to make the next week of #FirstDraftFall easier for you?
Notepad that says "#WeeknightWriters - What can we in the #WeeknightWriters community do to make the next week of #FirstDraftFall easier for you?"
November 28, 2025 at 1:41 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
I work in a few hours (Black Friday), so pacing myself with breaks is a must. And plenty of rest to refresh myself for my next round of writing. #WeeknightWriters
weeknightwriters.bsky.social Weeknight Writers @weeknightwriters.bsky.social · 3d
Q4: What can you do in the next three days to make the next week of #FirstDraftFall easier for yourself? #WeeknightWriters
Notepad that says "#WeeknightWriters - What can you do in the next three days to make the next week of #FirstDraftFall easier for yourself?"
November 28, 2025 at 1:31 AM
theeldervampire.bsky.social
#WeeknightWriters
I'm demonstrating with snippets from #FirstDraftFall
My favorite part has been having each POV character's storyline having distinct voices and styles, displaying their mentalities, conflicts, and flaws through the prose.
1: Sterling
2: Elias
3: Avery
The witch’s smile slowly returned. “I find you interesting, Theodore. Do you know why?” “I am not sure I will like the answer, witch.” “Elias.” Sterling just grunted while waiting. “You claim to be so devout. You claim to have such an integral bond to your faith, one that made you turn to witch hunting to appease your god. But do you know one thing your sect considers worshipping false idols?” The witch then held something up that made his face grow pale. He had the trinket in his grasp. He had it hidden within the top of his robes. He ran his fingers over the woven branches. “I must say, hunter, having a paganistic token on your person would get you in quite a bit of trouble.” He then twirled it between his fingers. “A true inquisitor of your calibre would be excised and executed for possessing a trinket like this.” “Give that back,” Sterling snapped, reaching for it just as the witch moved it out of his reach. That only made his smirk grow more devious. “Oh, whyever would I do that? I would be doing you a favour, you know. Also, I quite like it,” he said. “Perhaps, I should wear it around my neck.” “I mean it, witch.” He reached again, this time barely touching the branches. “And it is not a paganistic token. It was a gift.” “A gift from whom, hunter?” He opened his mouth to answer, the answer quickly dying in his throat. He thought about the person, thought about the look on her face when she gave it to him. It was from a happier time long ago. They had just finished supper at the table and were winding down with fairytales. His husband always fancied telling the girls about all kinds of adventures princesses and dames set out on. Elias was warm. That was the first thing he noticed. He kept his eyes shut while turning on his side, wincing when he stretched. His chest ached, right where his heart was beating. He used too much magic this afternoon. Before the forest started dying, larger bursts did exhaust him. But the spells he was using earlier never rendered him unconscious before. Did he use his healing too many times in quick succession? Was it the vines? The gusts? How much time had passed? His eyes flew open, and he started to sit upright, but his head throbbed. He shuddered while clutching it. He did not like this. He did not like this vulnerability. His blood went cold when he smelled smoke. He heard a man’s voice right outside his hovel. What day was it? What year was it? “Confound it,” the voice grunted. Elias stood, holding onto the wall to keep himself balanced. His legs were still weak. Cautious, he stepped towards the entrance, his hands shaking. “…Obadiah?” He stopped when he saw the man. It was not Obadiah. This man was too stout, and his hair was dark. That was right… Elias slowly came back to himself. Theodore Sterling was this man’s name. “Hm?” Theodore looked over. He was standing over a controlled little fire. “What’d you say?” “Nothing,” Elias muttered. “I am surprised you did not try to run.” This was his safe place, here within this forest. He liked to come here to think, to be alone for a little while. And sometimes, when fate allowed it, he could share this moment of peace with another person. Avery’s heart stuttered when he heard approaching footsteps a few moments later. He held his breath, leaning against one of the trees. He centred himself by listening to the calling sparrows. He turned his head towards the approaching visitor. When he saw a familiar tall, broad man with large hands, his shoulders relaxed. Tristan ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Quite warm today.” Avery nodded. “It is. But I like it,” he confessed with a shy smile. “I especially like it when the wind comes to cool me down.” “I think I might like that, too.” When he stepped closer, he reached into a satchel he had strapped over his shoulder. “For you.” Soon, Tristan held out a small wooden carving. It was a little fox figurine. Such detail was put into it, and Avery could only imagine how long it took for him to make it. “It’s beautiful.” Avery blushed as he reached out to take it. He slowly ran his fingers over the grooves in the wood, feeling each place Tristan carved. “You should make more of these.” “Unfortunately, my trade requires me to work on much larger objects.” Tristan chuckled, reaching out. “I only make these for those that are precious to me.” Avery shivered, feeling Tristan’s hand rest on his waist. Still gentle with the figurine, he met his eye. “Tristan?” His voice trembled as he leaned further back against the tree. Tristan followed, his grip still gentle. “I missed you.” To his relief, Tristan smiled. His other hand was tender when touching his cheek. “I missed you too, Avery.”
November 28, 2025 at 1:13 AM