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Dante Atlas
@danteatlas.bsky.social
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Romantasy Author | 28yr old | He/They | Disabled | Transman | Small Town Washington Native
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Dante Atlas @danteatlas.bsky.social · May 19
Since my second book is heading down the refinement pipeline, it's time to update my pinned post with my linktree!
I've got my ko-fi (where I sell signed copies of my books and maybe some goodies comin' up), my itch.to, and my website on there. Don't be afraid to check 'em out!

linktr.ee/danteatlas
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chadloder.bsky.social
Every third post on here
Red vs Blue "Wait. That's illegal" meme
June 22, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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modernistwitch.myatproto.social
things are! very bad! in the world! i have nothing to add significantly other than this sucks shit
June 22, 2025 at 12:36 AM
danteatlas.bsky.social
I took a couple day break from social media, I'm exhausted. It's hard not to feel like I'm not doing anything worth while in the current climate. I'm going to keep telling queer stories, I'm going to keep being alive.

This is the only resistance I can perform, and it's enough.
June 21, 2025 at 8:00 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
Dustlings is about a human rediscovering their roots, and since "Dustling" is a word used to describe humans in the magical world, it felt like a good placeholder, but I ended up liking it so much I couldn't change it.

WO's titles all relate to the theme of familial trauma in an abstract sense.
kaleidotrope.bsky.social Kaleidotrope @kaleidotrope.bsky.social · Jun 20
If you’re a writer, how do you come up with story titles?
June 21, 2025 at 7:58 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
#WIPSnips June 18th - Sheet
There was no point, Winifred had gotten away and Garret was going to be angry with him for being so reckless and stupid. Henry would never forgive him for getting in the way of his victory. Not to mention the pain that was spreading through his skull with every second that passed. “Alistair!” Was it Garret’s voice or Carmine’s? He couldn’t tell anymore. “C’mon, lad, say somethin’.” It was definitely Garret, who was holding him in his arms and shaking him, trying to get him to come back to consciousness. “I’m okay, I’m fine,” Alistair mumbled back, blinking as his vision returned blurry and spotted. His head throbbed and he reached his hand to touch where Winifred had struck him over and over. When he pulled his hand back in front of his eyes his finger tips were stained with blood. “You’re not fine.” Margot argued, standing over him with her arms crossed, “you took about five strikes to the head, you’re lucky you’re not dead. Your brain could be bleeding right now, and we’d have no idea until you’re flat on your back.” Buck was white as a sheet, looking between the three of them and waiting for someone to explain. “W-was that Winifred Everborn?” He looked at Margot, his eyes widening as he realized the missing piece in the puzzle. “You’re Margot, her daughter. Why was she attacking? What did you do?” “We’ll explain when we get out of here, any camp supplies Winifred left behind in her hurry we should take, she won’t come back for ‘em.” Garret carefully stood and pulled Alistair up with him, supporting the younger man by holding his arm across his shoulders. “We should put out her fire too, make sure we don’t let it burn the whole forest down.” Alistair struggled to stay up right, even with Garret helping him, the pounding of his head got worse with every step, and it felt like he was wading deeper and deeper into a fog. Over and over he could hear Buck’s accusation. What did you do? Wouldn’t it be nice to know?
June 18, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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comraderobot.bsky.social
if i can be y’all’s dad for a second:

one of the most important things I’ve learned is that acquiring a skill is literally uncomfortable

that awful moment where you feel confused and stupid and embarrassed? it means you’re about to learn something. and it’s *mandatory* if you want to get better
ceej.online ceej @ceej.online · Jun 17
I am surrounded by people who are outsourcing their own thinking to ChatGPT and they are quickly and obviously becoming dependent on it for even the most banal tasks. Once again, the "figuring it out" is the important part. Yes, you can use a crane to lift weights but you will not get stronger
June 17, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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johannamation.bsky.social
Also, it’s especially important to do this in the hell-year 2025.

Find small joys anywhere & everywhere you can. Put them on your desktop, in your pocket, clutch them to your chest and share them with others.

It’s not toxic positivity.
It’s seeking out beauty & joy, in defiance of a cruel world.
johannamation.bsky.social Johanna Taylor 👻 ✍️ 📚 @johannamation.bsky.social · Nov 8
Collecting/saving nice comments is a great coping skill because it forces us to engage with, remember, and catalogue positive interactions, which helps override our brain’s usual impulse to fixate on negative interactions.

It’s important—healthy, even!—to give more weight to our positives.
johannamation.bsky.social Johanna Taylor 👻 ✍️ 📚 @johannamation.bsky.social · Nov 8
I have rejection sensitivity, so I started a folder on my PC called “Nice Things,” where I keep screenshots of compliments, good-news emails, fanart of my OCs others made, etc. So now when my imposter syndrome brain tells me I’m Bad at Art, I can pull up evidence to the contrary. ☺️
June 17, 2025 at 6:27 AM
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BREAKING: A federal judge ruled all transgender and intersex people can obtain passports that align with their gender identity while the case against President Trump's executive order proceeds.

While this is good news, we will continue fighting until this executive order is blocked permanently.
June 17, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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adampknave.com
Do you really fucking think artists do better work stressed about making rent, or not having enough to eat? Do you do your best work that way? Of course not. It's total brainwashing scam bullshit.
June 17, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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adampknave.com
The "Starving artist" trope was started by ppl who didn't wanna pay artists (writers, painters, musicians, etc) & wanted it to seem a good thing. Artists suffering for art, starving artists, doing it for love only/shunning money - All myth turned folklore as reason to NOT FUCKING PAY US OUR DUE.
June 17, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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gravewriter71.bsky.social
This thread is the funniest own I've seen today. Also, good on Signal for vowing no AI shit.
meredithmeredith.bsky.social Meredith Whittaker @meredithmeredith.bsky.social · Jun 17
...he says to Signal's president
June 18, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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June 17, 2025 at 12:40 AM
danteatlas.bsky.social
#WIPSnips June 17th - Famous (popular)

Sometimes you find the enemy you're looking for in a masquerade. Sometimes you stumbled into an enemy looking for you.
In his determination to keep an eye out, Alistair nearly knocked over someone else as they passed by. Their drink sloshed dangerously in the thin glass flute they were drinking from as a yelp of surprise burst out of their mouth. “Watch where you’re going! You nearly got wine on my suit!” “Sorry, I didn’t mean—” Mid apology, he caught sight of a small detail on the man’s mask. The same symbol that had been so popular in Red Fort, a singular, angular, gold eye peered at him from the stranger’s cheek. Alistair straightened his back and began again, “I’m looking out for a friend of mine, I didn’t mean to cause any problems.” The light eyes behind the strangely decorated mask blinked. Now that Alistair was looking at all of it, it was covered in eyes. Were they supposed to be a spider, or a monster? “The night’s only just begun, a little early to be so careless.” “It’s our first party,” Ignatius cut in, his voice staying smooth and even despite the circumstance, “my partner is just excited, aren’t you? How many masquerades have you been to that you can keep yourself composed so easily?” Well, it had been a good run, but certainly now this stranger, this follower of the father, was going to strike them down where they stood. Alistair was certain of it. But they didn’t draw their weapon, or cast a spell. Instead they laughed and smiled. “I’ve been to three masques, though never one here. It’s a special occasion.” They carefully swirled their unspilt wine and stepped back, giving the pair a wider berth to pass. “I suppose there was no harm, my mistake.” Ignatius offered them a little bow- which Alistair emulated quickly and without complaint- and a wide smile of his own. “I think it is easy to get caught up in your emotions on a day like today.” He leaned into the arm of the man accompanying him, squeezing his hand a little tighter. “Thank you for your understanding.”
June 17, 2025 at 5:45 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
#WIPSnips

Lionel tells Alistair several hard truths in this chapter, the hardest for him to swallow is that his parents victory against The Father of Dragons was not as clear cut as he imagined it. But his mother, Ada, was never afraid until they turned up at her father's door.
“So it seems we’ve both got a few questions for each other.” Lionel had steady hands. They didn’t shake even a little as he poured them each a cup of tea from an ornate looking pot. “We were never very close, but you learn a thing or two when you save the world together.” “I’ve never met her family, do you know anything about them?” The mayor pursed his lips, carefully taking his cup and the accompanying saucer in his hand as he sat in a chair near the short end of the table. “I know her father was still alive when we went to Crooked Ridge. She didn’t have any siblings, and her mother had long passed.” He wrinkled up his nose. “I remember that her father didn’t come to the party thrown in her honor there.” “She dragged all six of us to go find him in the rundown shack that she grew up in,” he recalled, stirring in a few spoonfuls of sugar into his tea, “All of Crooked Ridge was like that, falling apart and rotten. It was never supposed to be a long-term settlement, but the people were hardy.” Lionel paused to take a sip of his drink. “I’d never seen Ada afraid of anything. Not when The Father dropped half our team, not when she almost died herself, but as she stood in front of her father’s door, holding her hand out to knock without moving…” “She almost died?” Alistair’s brow pinched together as he stirred his own sugar in with a touch of the cream from the tray. “We all did.” The mayor’s gaze hardened and raised to the wall. “I’m still not sure how we made it. Some nights I still expect to find this is all a dream I’ve woven for myself before I breathe my last.” His eyes fluttered rapidly for a moment before he looked at Alistair again. “But I never wake up.”
June 16, 2025 at 5:56 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
Quick writing accountability post before midnight! I've been struggling with migraines and a bunch of other stuff going on, but I wrote today! Yay!
48,426 words (total) | 1,523 words (today)
June 16, 2025 at 6:21 AM
danteatlas.bsky.social
Serena of Broken Hearts for sure! She's a demi-god turned Actual God under strange circumstances and she's constantly getting tangled up in mortal affairs. She's the only god who isn't hunted down to prevent the father of dragons from coming to power again.

She's the goddess of Vengeance/Revenge.
susansavagelee.bsky.social Susan Savage Lee @susansavagelee.bsky.social · Jun 12
Who is one of your strangest characters? I like to include creepy fortune tellers who really do predict the future, from time to time #writingq #WritingCommunity
June 12, 2025 at 10:01 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
📝 name: Dante
♏ sign: Scorpio
🔢 age: 28
🐎 favourite animal: Panda
🍂 favourite season: Fall
📚 fav genre(s): Fantasy, Thriller, Horror
🎥 fav movie(s): The Menu, The Substance, Willow
📺 fav show(s): The Boys, Severance
🔖 i have published: One Novel
🔗 link: linktr.ee/danteatlas
June 12, 2025 at 7:26 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
#WIPSnips June 12th - Respect

A short feud between brothers today.
It drove Alistair to slam his hands on the table, clenching his fists against the wood grain as he bowed his head to shield his eyes. He’d had such a good grasp on his anger, and now it felt like Henry was digging at his ribs, trying to get a reaction. That was how this all started anyhow. Was Henry trying to provoke him into doing something stupid? A deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I think that there’s only one way to find out, and that you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to be.” Acceptance was the only way out of this now, as he raised his eyes to his brother’s. The eyes of a dangerous stranger. “If you don’t want to hear from me again after this, I’ll respect that. Fine.” Henry blinked slowly, resting both his elbows on the table. “I can’t imagine a world where I’d ever want to see you again after this.” He looked down at where Alistair’s hands had connected with the table and back to his face again, his dark eyes bouncing from feature to feature as though looking for something. “Not that I think you can survive without me.”
June 12, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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james.claims
The amount of shit I’ve seen people say about trans men thanks to one former man detransitioning is actually heinous. It’s heinous.
June 12, 2025 at 8:22 AM
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thistlearts.bsky.social
Living the amazing yaoi fantasy of having to leave two countries and become a refugee because of transphobic laws, yeah. And before that being disowned by your family and told by your brother that mom died of a broken heart because of you being a freak

I would make a fantastic yaoi character
goddessblade.bsky.social May “Bunny” Peterson 🦄 (Mostly Updates ) @goddessblade.bsky.social · Jun 12
Saying that trans men transition to get male power or to live out a yaoi fantasy is textbook anti-transmasculinity and I’m pissed that anyone is okay with that
June 12, 2025 at 6:10 AM
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adwills.bsky.social
The greatest lie I can tell is writing a hyper-intelligent character who's three steps ahead of everyone else because I, the writer, is always five steps behind whatever the hell is even happening in general
June 11, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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June 11, 2025 at 4:35 PM
danteatlas.bsky.social
#WIPSnips June 11th-Match

Just before the masquerade Alistair realizes he and Ignatius have accidentally matched their outfits. Alistair is dressed as the moon, Ignatius is dressed as a starry owl.
Ignatius cleared his throat from further down the hallway, waving a gloved hand. “Looks like we match.” He was also dressed in something resembling the night sky, but the mask on his face donned carved feathers. “What luck.” The lilt in his voice made it difficult to tell if he was teasing Alistair or not. He looked positively dashing with his hair loosely braided and pulled back away from the owl mask that adorned his face. The dark colors of a midnight sky made his eyes look like stars. Beneath his mask he had so carefully applied some lipstick to his mouth in a similar shade of blue, completely covered his upper lip and striping down the center of his lower lip. “Wow-” The youngest of the group struggled not to let his companions hear the wind get knocked from his lungs. “-Ignatius, you look…” He cleared his throat and looked away, anywhere else but the elf’s soft lips. “Well, you look great.” Ignatius grinned under his mask, his chin tucking into his chest as he allowed himself a moment to play it coy. “Well, your honeyed words are most appropriate, on this, the day of our reckoning.”
June 11, 2025 at 3:40 PM