As part of the build-up to the release of Gabriel’s City in November, AND just in time for the Halloween season, Riptide is re-releasing the anthology story I did for them as a standalone ebook! And right now, it is the best price: FREE.
So if you are looking for a tasty little bite of gay necromancy, heavy on the romance — and who isn’t? — go preorder a copy! I am still really fond of this story and Josef’s terrible decisions in the name of love.
As part of the build-up to the release of Gabriel’s City in November, AND just in time for the Halloween season, Riptide has re-released the anthology story I did for them as a standalone ebook! And right now, it is the best price: FREE.
So if you are looking for a tasty little bite of gay necromancy, heavy on the romance — and who isn’t? — go snag a copy! I am still really fond of this story and Josef’s terrible decisions in the name of love.
Those writers you think are masters of the craft aren’t created that way. They aren’t supernaturally capable ninja writer-bots. When you read the work of a writer operating at the top of her game, you’re not seeing all the years of failed efforts, of work that wasn’t quite right, of work that was well-intentioned or built off of strong ideas but had slick and wobbly legs like a newborn fawn.
You see the author operating at a high level and you wonder: why am I not doing that?
The reality is:
You’re only seeing the island, not the heap of volcanic material that pushed it out of the sea.
One of my publishing mistakes recently sent out advice to all of their authors on how to get yourself reviewed on blogs, strongly implying that it would be the author’s responsibility to do so.
Meantime Riptide’s marketing peeps have been sending me preview PDFs of advertisements they’re placing in trade magazines that include my book.
When you think about subbing to a small publisher, consider what they have to offer you. The differences can be immense — cover quality, editorial quality, distribution, marketing…. A good small publisher has resources and uses them to help you out. A bad small publisher expects you to take care of everything yourself — which begs the question: If they aren’t going to put the work in on your behalf, why are you giving them a substantial share in the income from your book?
But dont you think ur a little too old for stuff like this like fandom and cosplay and dolls and characters like its okay when ur a kid not like u got anything better to do but when ur a adult shouldnt other stuff be more important by then???
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DEAR GOD, NO.
I’m really sorry for anyone who thinks like that. Yes. ALL OF THE JOY MUST SUCK FROM YOUR LIFE the moment the clock strikes 12. The moment you turn 26.
You do a reverse magical girl transformation.
Into SAILOR BORING JOYLESS ADULT.
Sadly, it’s true. See, I made a pact with the Evil Queen Nerdyl and she granted me the power of eternal enthusiasm and self assuredness for the interests that make me happy. It’s almost like the power she granted me gave me the strength to enjoy what I enjoy without believing I’m not allowed to because I surpassed the age limit dictated to be “too old”.
My partner pointed out something interesting to me last night; how do your headcanon troll-junk people pee?
Tbh I haven’t given it a whole lot of thought! It’s not a thing I’m seriously kinked for, so I tend to kind of gloss that. Pondering it now, though, I’m going to suggest something like the arrangement of parts on an xx-chromosomed human: external pleasure organ (bulge/clitoris), urethra opening directly behind that and not prominent, internal genitalia (nook/vagina) behind that.
Which…doesn’t square biologically with the bulge then jetting out fluid, I guess, but w/e w/e aliens and it’s hot.
I just spent an hour drawing a side on diagram of troll sexual organs, and now you get to suffer with me as I explain my headcanon.
Stimulation of nook/bulge folds (or sufficient terror) produces mating hormones, which causes the material sack to engorge as it produces genetic material.
The seedflap requires a hormonal cue from the gland that is only activated by signals from the thinkpan in order to retract. Without the appropriate emotional cues, sexual frustration will ensue. Once the material sack is completely filled, the seedflap retracts, and the genetic material is released.
The interior walls of the nook are extremely elastic, and bristling with sensitive cilium. When stimulated by a bulge (or fingers, nookworm, etc), these cillium expand and contract around the intrusive organ, encouraging hormonal release that amplifies the emotions of hate/pity to result in a more potent slurry. Pitch intercourse is often a bloody affair as a result.
Bone bulges are telescopic - they can extend to the length required to reach their partner’s seedflap. Since there is considerable size disparity among the castes, particularly once the trolls reach full physical maturity, this is a necessary evolution.
Casual sex without the appropriate emotional cues is regarded as incredibly kinky, due to the seedflap’s inability to release. The material sack will simply continue to inflate, until the pleasurable sensations turn to pain or until a weak simulacrum of pitch or piteous sentiment is felt by the troll. Slurry produced through this method is not viable for drone collection.
Likewise, masturbation results in thin, weak liquid. The matesprit/kismesis connection is absolutely imperative for the production of strong slurry. Once the slurry has been ‘activated’ by mixing in the concupiscent bucket, it remains viable for up to a sweep. This shelf-life is necessary to enable the drones to return the slurry to the Mother-Grub, regardless of location across Alternia.
Low to Mid-blooded trolls are called upon to contribute slurry more often, due to their short lifespans. Since this call is often delivered at their hive by a drone that will kill them if they cannot produce a viable mix, they associate intercourse with death, and don’t often partake in it for the recreation. The terror strengthens their slurry contribution, which is why there are considerably more lowbloods than highbloods.
High-Mid to outright Highbloods do not have to contribute slurry on such a regular basis, and thus have more time to explore intercourse in a violence-free* environment. Cerulean blooded trolls, in particular, are generally very sexually open. They experience a genetic echo of the fear that has been bred into the lowbloods, but have extended lifespans to explore this feeling. The most successful pitch porn stars have cerulean blood, because they have the right mix of desperation and perversity**. Highbloods and Seadwellers are the most sexually flexible of the castes, and the longer they live, the kinkier they tend to get.
*Dependent on quadrant, naturally.
**The tendency for cerulean bloods to have gifts related to mind-control and compulsion also helps with this. Many can simulate mating fondness or pitch sentiment in their partner***, which allows the pair to produce a viable slurry.
***Which is intensely regulated in the porn industry, I imagine. Given the veneration troll culture has for the genuine quadrant bond, I imagine actors would have to sign waivers consenting for the use of such skills on them. Non-con stuff would exist (glaring at you, Mindfang, Vriska), but I do not think it would be considered mainstream by any stretch of the imagination.
Roach, why is so much gay media so incredibly depressing? Am I not looking in the right places? Films, books, even comics so rarely have a happy ending for queer characters. It really gets me down. :(
I know right? I’m so tired of the ‘BEING GAY IS SO MEANINGFUL AND TRAGEDY IS MEANINGFUL LET’S WATCH THESE TWO LESBIANS DIE SLOWLY FOR TWO SAD HOURS’ agenda.
Your basic options for dodging that shit are: 1) queer ebook imprints and 2) fanfiction.
Books and movies that make it to mainstream publication are like—I don’t know, they make me super uncomfortable a lot of the time. They’re all about like THIS IS THE STRUGGLE, LOOK, LOOK AT IT, LOOK AT THE SADNESSES. The most popular recommended stuff I’ve tried comes off like disaster tourism for straights, and a lot of the other more private stuff still seems like… a cataloguing of hurts. We need that, I think, to forefront the injustice queers still face and to pay our respect to elder generations of queers, but like, man, if I see another fucking lesbian couple kick it I am gonna lose my shit.
I have totally forgotten which queer publishers are good and which are to be avoided, since I mostly stick to fanfiction, but go tug on cyphercat's sleeve and definitely vintar's too. They'll point you in the right direction.
If anyone else has any recommendations for fun, positive queer stories, please reblog!
Reminder, guys! This is happening in a week and a half, and I’m going to be there. There’s stuff of interest to both readers and writers of queer romance, including panel discussions on the craft and business ends of publishing (I’m on the worldbuilding panel in the morning), pitch sessions for folks with manuscripts (hit the website and make an appointment if you want a pitch session!), book giveaways, and more! The full day of programming is $25 and tickets are available here.
If you can’t make the full day or can’t spare the $25, there’s a “book fair” part at the Hotel Monaco after the programming is over (starting at 5pm), and entrance to that is free — authors will be available to meet people and sign things, books will be available for sale (and as giveaways), and there will be free appetizers + a cash bar.
I’d love to meet some peeps there, and last year’s event was really energizing and cool — if you’re in the Seattle area and not booked on the 20th, come check it out!
Yeah basically this. I had a feeling you’d pick up what I was putting down with the stupid sexy dead boy problems. XD
My inner editor listened way too hard to everyone who’s ever told me that my interests are stupid and the idea of me being sexual in any way is super extra gross. It feels a lot easier and safer to fling these things up on the internet under a throw-away pseud than to try and pretend real people might want to read them. That’s the magic of online internet fandom, especially our little corner of homestuck with our xeno and gore and who can think up the weirdest troll genitalia oneupsmanship.
I feel like this is a problem a lot of artists who were socialized as female in our society have to deal with. I try to remember that this was something imposed on me by other people. But that just makes me pissed off at people I used to know, without actually helping me do anything constructive about it.
It makes me pissed off at people you used to know, too, fwiw. That is a shitty thing for anyone to be taught. :/ And entirely too common for female-socialized people who express any desires that don’t conform to the limited script we’re offered.
And ffff, you are so smart and full of cool ideas, and you write hot porn that is smart about power and villainy and exciting in its xeno! I AM SO MAD AT EVERYONE WHO EVER THOUGHT OTHERWISE.
Which. Still probably doesn’t give you anything constructive to go on. But fuss crab is fussin on your behalf.
sorry not sorry, this is just how the local scenery works
…but it does loop back to a conversation I was having earlier about how it SEEMS like I should be able to write (original) erotic romance, when that’s basically all I do in fandom. but then all I want to do is like. dubiously self-aware puppeteered dead people being stocked in brothels. and while the audience for that is probably pretty enthusiastic, they’re also probably not numerous. >_>;;
(and then the audience for dead brothel slaves would be disappointed in me for not being into the rot angle.)
man. are any of y’all local to Seattle and in need of a kombucha mother? mine has produced a seriously burly daughter (could already be split again, psure) and I just don’t have room to keep multiple jugs brewing at once.
Would you consider putting the word out about Storm Moon Press on a) Absolute Write Water Cooler and b) Preditors and Editors? I know that a lot of people in the industry read both, and your words will be very likely to have an impact. (As in people will not be cheated into working for them as authors or editors.)
I have posted to their AW thread! Not recently and not in as much detail. But I have. AW threads tend to be a weird combination of reserved criticism and effusive praise, until the publisher in question is melting down so hard it’s visible from space.
Would you consider putting the word out about Storm Moon Press on a) Absolute Write Water Cooler and b) Preditors and Editors? And could you tell Writer Beware about this, too? I know that a lot of people in the industry read all of the above, and your words will be very likely to have an impact. (As in people will not be cheated into working for them as authors or editors.) I've already asked Cybercat the same thing.
We have both already posted on Absolute Write about some of our experiences with the press. My posts are a little outdated (I haven’t had a chance to write up the whole clusterfuck going on right now).
Namely, they tried to breach my contract by unilaterally taking my story out of print without returning full rights (which they cannot do; there’s no clause in my contract stating they have a ‘get out of paying royalties free’ card), backed out when I pointed out that they have no right to do that, stated their intent to breach my contract at a future date (by taking the story out of print prior to the contract’s end date), and told me not to contact them again. I offered to sign a contract amendment allowing them to take the story down from sale early without opening them up to legal consequences, which it’s safe to say at this point they are ignoring (it’s been over 30 days since I sent the email, with no response).
1, genderswap: so this one is a complicated mess to talk about, given all the gender identity politics and the different ways it hits people; I’ve honestly always found sexswap (which is what the stories usually are) stories *good* for my particular dysphoria, because the idea of a body being more mutable sounds to me like a dream come true. that is, of course, by no means universal among gq or nb folks. But here are a couple stories: Gamzee and Tavros: Operate plot device, which is playful and fun; and If Wishes Were, Drace/Gabranth, which is heavier and more caught up in the ick of sex and its bearing on one’s social standing.
7, pretending to be married: I… don’t think I’ve done this one! Pretend relationships honestly are not usually my favorite contrivance for getting characters together. Dealing with social expectations is one of those things I find tiring and awkward, so doing it as a plot point doesn’t appeal to me? I’m making up my reason as I type.
26, language barrier: I don’t think I have any of these, either. do I? I’d swear I should; it’s a neat idea. I can’t think of any right now. The closest I can get is Mouthpiece, Heat/Serph, which is about Serph being struck mute and is a similar communication-issues trope but not the same.
3, drunkfic: hell yes! i love altered states of consciousness. so much. I appear to write them more often with other drugs but there was that Baccano! frat boy AU with Around the World :B
5, fuck or die: I AM a Homestuck, after all. Sollux: Survive, flushed Equisol. For a kink_bingo prompt on some kind of bondage, probably.
15, mpreg: never used to do it for me! I am uncomfortable around babies and children. I wrote a brief Greed/Kimberly one that involved terrible and unsafe abortion? and then Homestuck, and now I’m into oviposition, which is almost the same thing sort of maybe and there’s mothers to all their tribe, but that’s still not really about the pregnancy….
17, let’s play truth or dare: fuck, I must have done this at some point. AO3 has nothing for me tho. So have Storm Breaking, Nocturne OT3. “Just truth,” as Chiaki says. “No second option.” That one’s actually SFW.
21, hurt/comfort: i love this? i think i do it wrong but I love it. Too Damn Honorable, Basch/Balthier (which was my first experience getting a lot of attention for writing a pairing I didn’t really ship, whoops), Keeping Faith, Yuri/Flynn, which I ship to the moon and back. both of those are missing scenes. video games never linger long enough on knights getting better after they’ve been whomped on.
“Pssst! Dave! Guess who’s not wearing any panties?”
Next to you, John snorts half a glass of water up his nose. Karkat, sitting next to Jade, goes very, very still. Like sudden movements might just trigger a scene straight out of Basic Instinct (man, he just wishes). You pat John helpfully on the back as he hacks up water and drool and snot like a champ. It’s absolutely hilarious until you realize that holy shit your girlfriend is not wearing any panties. Holy shit. Your boner goes whoa whoa wait a darnskippin’ minute, home skillet, let us just think about that for a second.
You do. Think about it, that is. You think about it very seriously. Give it all your due consideration.
Most of the time I manage to ignore how badly I miss romance but every once in a while it hits me again and I am a wreck
How do people even start dating I can’t remember
Why isn’t there a queer-friendly fandom-oriented version of okcupid
How much will I regret being awake this late tomorrow
Your preferred pronouns are “you,” “your,” and “yourself.”
You have a variety of INTERESTS. Chief among these is the webcomic HOMESTUCK. You also enjoy fanart, fanfic, and TROLLS. You really love trolls. Canon trolls, fantrolls, canon fantrolls—you name it (and it’s a troll), you love it. You also enjoy cosplay and shipping. But mostly trolls.
Wait, this was about your gender. Let’s try again.
one of the things i am sad about in the shift from journal culture to tumblr culture is the weird tumblr etiquette of not commenting directly on a thing you enjoy. praise is both a fanfic author’s currency and fuel! we live for that stuff. if you’re going to leave a delighted, effusive reaction to a story in your tags, consider copying and pasting that text into a comment to the author themself. a lot of us hoard our comments against bad days, so we can remember why we love doing this when every word feels like pulling teeth.
I ALMOST managed to get one in for august, but this is close enough to count, right? My first Sloppy Seconds fill of the year, the one where Bro is looking for troll models and a certain seadweller is happy to pose for the camera.
Honestly you don’t give two shits what the kid looks like. Your audience will go for it even if you get someone who got beaten half to death with the troll ugly stick.
The picture loads.
You’re going to make so much alien fetish money you’re going to have to hire somebody to build a swimming pool on the roof, just so you can fill it with sleazy intergalactic flesh trade dollars and roll around in it like an asshole.
(The fact that I wrote this in two days after two weeks of block is a motherfucking miracle.)
Advances in interspecies understanding through roleplay. Contains a scenario that might be interpreted as dubcon, though participation in said scenario is very much consensual. I love these three. I really, really love them.
“Ok, look, I get it, for some reason it’s crucially important that the evil alien empress send the hottest of her own personal harem —”
“Shut your festering flap, nookchafe, I’ll have you know that the position of Imperial Concubine is highly prestigious and comes with extensive training in diplomacy and requires a great deal of native intelligence and tact. Not that you’d know what either of those is.”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m just saying, do you know how unlikely it is that this amazing tactful alien slave-boy with the magical diplomatic pussy would be meeting with the two admittedly young and devastatingly attractive rulers of Earth alone? And that they’d even be able to speak the same language? Not trying to rain on your parade here, Karks, but come on, what about some verisimilitude up in this bitch?”
“Dave, shut up,” you say pleasantly. “Karkat, ignore him. The scenario is perfect. We’ll take it from the beginning again and Dave will play along this time or else he’s banned from the bedroom for a week.” Dave sputters with indignation but you talk over him. “Make that two weeks, and no argument from you, buddy. We didn’t give you any grief when you wanted to roleplay as the famous movie director and his two sexy paparazzi stalkers.”
“That’s because it was awesome and you know it.”
“It was ridiculous,” says Karkat.
“We can fight about it later,” you say firmly. “Right now we have a peace treaty to negotiate. Imperial Concubine?” you say, half-bowing, and Karkat turns up his nose and sweeps out of the room with a huff.