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marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Sappho's Hypegirl
@marcelineautumn.bsky.social
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Goonette writer, internet wastoid, gender enthusiast 🏳️‍⚧️, literally me in the pfp. Swap chapter critiques with me!
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juliagiantrat.bsky.social
it's appropriation to say "lock in" if you aren't a trans woman during the month of October
October 27, 2025 at 6:45 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Rolling a joint later so I can be one of these high femmes I keep hearing everyone's into
October 26, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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celodar.bsky.social
Raffle time for hitting 500! I know I pretty much just did one but I never expected to get here, entry is simple, like, repost and be a follower (old or new) optional show me your ocs in comments :3 Rewards will be sfw/nsfw poses with any of my 6 characters and there will be 3 winners again \o/
October 7, 2025 at 8:23 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
I know the show isn't for everyone, but the the episode of Always Sunny where the gang tries to get Mac to dance on their float for Pride makes me SOB every single time. Like, full on ugly crying. It's just so beautiful.
September 2, 2025 at 6:47 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
I just got to do a little beta reading for someone in the discord I haunt and just... fuck. It made me realize how far I am from having something remotely publishable.

How are all of you so fucking talented? 😭

#writingcommunity #queerwriters
August 26, 2025 at 9:36 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
So if I were suddenly really missing the vibes of FFXIV, how would I go about finding a fun group to play with in Europe? I really miss everything about that game but I really don't wanna play solo. 😭

#ffxiv
August 25, 2025 at 7:12 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Help me diagnose whatever the fuck is wrong with my friend please
Discord friend: in the setting for your books, are there any other races aside from humans? That are, like, sentient I mean Me: Oh, no it's purely just humans in this book. There are already so many themes I'm juggling here, adding straight up racial tension would be too much I think. Or, like, I guess the gods count? Discord friend: What about ants? for femboy purposes
August 23, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
when is the wipsnips word going to be vajay
August 22, 2025 at 10:59 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Audrey finally begins to confront her past, quite literally, and struggles to keep her composure in the moment. This entire chapter was actually super hard to write as it drew on some very real feelings for me.
#writingcommunity #romantasy #queerwriters
Rodrick stared at her curiously,a golem of gleaming steel beneath a partial knight’s wing.It hung strangely at the wrong side of his head,Audrey thought.He rested his hand on the hilt of his blade,dangling across his lower back and cocked his head as he saw Audrey grab at her own hilt.She felt pieces of her falling away instinctively as the fear and anxiety clawed at the back of her mind and gritted her teeth pulling them back. She wanted to feel this moment.“Who are you?”Rodrick called to her across the quieting voices in the stands.Audrey flinched under his voice and clenched her jaw tasting iron as it ran across her tongue.Rodrick glanced up to the billboard above the administrators in the stands, mouthing silent words as he read.“You will know soon,”Audrey whispered back.Fire burned in her chest as the memories of years under the man’s command flashed through her mind,culminating in the single,crystal clear moment at their charge on the sea of glass.Pricks of pain shot through her wrist and forearm where she gripped the hilt of her saber.The horn called and Audrey’s world fractured.Audrey’s heart beat in her ears as the arena became a distant,inconsequential thing.There was only Rodrick,the narrow strip of land between them,and her fury.Rodrick grew in her vision,hunching slightly as he drew his blade,and she realized she was running toward him.She whipped her sword free from the scabbard and slashed in a frantic,feral series of strikes. Rodrick backed away,easily warding away each blow, grunting against the force of her sword.Rodrick was scrutinizing her as he backed away,she realized,searching for his opening.He planted his feet, parrying her blade and stepped forward, throwing his weight into a punch.Audrey watched the gauntlet as it closed on her and gritted her teeth as the blow landed against her cheek.She reeled back and caught herself.She began pacing around him,cutting off his path toward the center of the arena,unwilling to cede the ground she claimed.
August 23, 2025 at 1:06 PM
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maigheach.bsky.social
If you want a chance to learn some of my decades-honed (read: trialled and errored) techniques for writing fiction, I’m hosting a limited Zoom workshop on 23 August.

90 minutes of digging into: craft, character, plot, and prose, all through the lens of helping you find *your* best process!
Crafting Power in Plot and Prose A 90-minute workshop to transform your fiction snd help you take your writing to the next level £20/$27 Join Nebula and Walden finalist Maya MacGregor for this special class and renew your passion for your craft Saturday, 23 August 1400 EDT/1900 BST What you’ll learn: How to find a process that works for you How to craft plot, character, and prose that keep readers turning pages How to hone your existing skills into a powerful toolbox How to navigate novel structure with clarity How to create with confidence and care About your tutor: Maya MacGregor is a multi-award finalist with over two decades of experience in writing professionally and fifteen years of professional editorial experience. The author of over forty books for adults and teens, Maya’s work has been lauded critically by Kirkus, Publishers Weekly, School Library Journal, and Foreword Reviews.
August 12, 2025 at 4:17 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Oh my god, FINALLY hit the climax of the WIP and my god was it draining. Just a few more chapters and I can call the manuscript complete! I'm absolutely stoked to get to my editing passes. 😭

#writingcommunity #romantasy #queerwriters
August 22, 2025 at 7:13 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
A flashback to Audrey's first battle plays in her mind as she prepares to join a tournament, showing a little contrast from who she was to who she is now. I'm a sucker for tandem stories that braid together.

#writingcommunity #romantasy #queerwriters
In moments, she knew,the horde would descend the slopes in a disorganized stampede to try and overrun them.Her hand gripped the hilt of the blade at her hip absently.Rodrick’s eye flashed toward her and she tensed,straightening her posture.High Marshal Isadorah strode forward from the rear of the regiment,glinting, gold-trim plate clanking with each step.She stopped near Rodrick, never bothering to look at the knight aspirants and muttered something into the gnarled hole at the side of his head.He sighed and nodded as Isadorah stared out at the opposite dune, stoic and, Audrey thought, gallant.“Men,” Rodrick bellowed, turning his back to the ranks.“You have come to me from every corner of the great Kingdom of Getannia.Some of you seek the glory of battle.Some of you seek the knight’s wing.”Audrey shifted her gaze to the high Marshal’s full steel wing pierced through her ear, holding back her wavy red locks.“You all have your reasons for joining.All of you, however, have spent the last years coming to an understanding have you not?”“Yes, sergeant!”the men shouted in unison.Though Audrey screamed in the collective, she couldn’t distinguish hers from the chorus.Rodrick tilted his head back toward Eos’ unrelenting, sweltering heat and wiped his brow.“A saint of Eos dies with their eyes open, facing her.”Rodrick’s voice was almost a whisper.“And lives as her wrath!”he shouted into the sky.“What are you?”Rodrick bellowed, jerking his head back toward them.“Wrath!”the men roared in response, a collective salute of open palms and hammered armor rattling the ranks.“Nordren som Zevois, what are you?”Rodrick screamed.“Wrath!”the man screamed from somewhere in the back ranks, the clatter of his armor punctuating his words.“Haut som Devois, what are you?”Rodrick screamed again.“Wrath!”the man roared.“Audrey som Tetrois, what are you?”“Wrath!”Audrey screamed, forming her salute.The muted thunder of hoofbeats on sand rolled across the desert,and then the horde descended the slope.
August 21, 2025 at 9:26 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
God, another chapter down and it feels... okay? Literally as I write I just feel so much of it is barely serviceable scaffolding and it just sucks to move on when it feels so imperfect. I guess I'm putting all my eggs in the 'I'll be better in the editing pass' basket.

#writingcommunity #fantasy
August 19, 2025 at 11:46 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
I truly love Aoife's character and how passively predatory she comes across. This is one of my favorite scenes around a pretty significant turn in their relationship.

#romantasy #sapphic #queer #fantasy
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you, or we…” Audrey bit her lip. “I wasn’t sure how you felt. After.” Aoife hummed. “I should say I felt quite good after,” she replied. Aoife slowed her pace and looped her arm through Audrey’s, holding her as they walked. Audrey smiled dryly at her. “You know what I mean,” she mumbled. “I wasn’t sure if it was real.” Aoife pulled Audrey to a stop. Audrey shrunk under her gaze. “It can be real if you want it to be,” Aoife said leadingly. Audrey stared at her for a moment, taking all of her in again. She desperately wanted their connection to be meaningful and more, but as she looked back into Aoife’s hawkish blue eyes, she felt the steady drip of adrenaline flooding her body, and the hairs on her neck rose. “What is it you want, Audrey?” Aoife asked. “I want you,” she whispered suddenly, tensing the muscles beneath the scar, “but I am so afraid.” The admission made her face flush. It wasn’t a new realization, but it was new words finally put to something that had been laying deep within her, something that grew as it fed on her. Audrey wondered if there was enough of her left. Aoife tilted her head to the side, her piercing eyes searching. Audrey’s heart raced, wondering what she would find in her. She tensed the muscles in her arm anxiously. Aoife’s gaze darted to the movement. She grabbed Audrey’s hand and pressed it to her breast. “You could have me,” Aoife said. Her voice was low and cold again as she watched Audrey. “You just have to take what you want.” She stared at Audrey, bait and trap both. Audrey felt as if she were falling, her stomach tumbling about inside her. Aoife watched her with a satisfied expression as Audrey fell apart beneath her gaze. She stepped closer, until their lips almost touched, separated only by her veil and their breath. Audrey breathed her in, craving more of her.
August 19, 2025 at 8:12 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
I'm sorry to announce I will be leaving the romantasy genre with my current WIP. For those curious, the new genre will be romantussy.

#fantasy #writingcommunity 🌶️📚
August 18, 2025 at 5:31 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Audrey, my wonderful, two brain-celled murder machine has survived against impossible odds, but still
🥺
👉👈
when women.
“Audrey!” Aoife’s rough honey voice made Audrey’s knees nearly buckle. “I’m glad you could make it.” Aoife’s simple satin and lace dress stole Audrey’s breath from her lungs. In her loose adherent gown, she could only catch glimpses of her form, but her dress now flattered her wide hips and curvy figure. Her sweeping skirt flowed away from her in a soft arc, leading to a lace train behind her. The bare skin above her bodice was only concealed by sheer fabric that led to a lace collar. Across the lace on her chest a labyrinthine filigree of Eos was emblazoned, each twisting tendril of the star glittering in opalescent gemstones. She fidgeted behind her veil with the silver and sapphire pendant affixed to her collar. Audrey felt Jensen’s hand tighten on her arm. “I… me, too! My lady!” Audrey said, nervously clenching her free hand. Jensen helped pull her up from her pained half bow. “You look so beautiful,” she said, her voice dripping with sincerity. Aoife smiled at her warmly, pressing her hand to the icon on her chest, bowing her head slightly. She had dusted her eyes to her temples with that same blue ink this evening and when looked up at Audrey through the veil, it gave her the impression of a predator stalking her in the night. “Please, would you sit with me?” And then she looked to Jensen, “Please, your friend would be welcome, too.” “It would be my honor, my lady,” he said smoothly and then bowed. He shot Audrey a wide-eyed glance as he did.
August 18, 2025 at 9:20 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Shout out to my girl @mcbrau.bsky.social, she's a crazy good artist with genuinely creative and thoughtful takes on design as well. DEF go check her out.
shadowsparkpub.bsky.social Shadow Spark Publishing @shadowsparkpub.bsky.social · Aug 17
It's Sunday! Shout out somebody in the writing/reading/bookish community you admire!

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Shout out an author, reviewer, or artist you admire!
August 18, 2025 at 7:54 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
I wanna try the puppygirl thing so bad, but I'm thirty something so I think I'll go by dogwoman.
August 17, 2025 at 6:42 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Weirdly, this is the least explicit portion of the WIP that uses 'crawl'. Audrey reflects on the last time she had been injured in the arena as she stares her newest opponent down. CW: description of surgery while awake, pain, and dissociation.
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Audrey woke to the sound of screaming. She searched the struggling bodies around her, searching for who made such a terrible sound. The people were holding her in place, talking among themselves, avoiding her gaze. She realized suddenly it was her voice crying out in hoarse, ragged breaths. The searing agony slowly returned to her, crawling up the inside of her arm like a sharp insect's legs moving inside her skin, splitting muscles, and picking at her sinews. “Shh, I know it hurts, Audrey, but I need you to hold still. We’re trying to fix you,” Jensen said. He leaned over her now, his palm on her brow. His face was a smear of fear and sweat and blood. Audrey bit her lip and tasted blood, whimpering. She started to tremble and shake uncontrollably and felt tears streaming down her cheeks. “Keep her still, Jensen,” a voice further down her bed ordered. Audrey gritted her teeth, feeling a distant grinding of bones somewhere in her arm being pushed back into place. “It’s going to be okay, Audrey, I’ve got you,” Jensen said, lowering his head to hers as sobs broke free from her. “I need you to be still, okay? Just a little longer now, okay?” Audrey forced herself to nod and clenched her eyes tightly shut. She tried to still but felt the panic rising in her. She wondered if she was about to die and drew a shuddering breath. “It’s just another fight,” Jensen whispered to her, stroking her hair. “You are so strong, you’ll win this one just like every other.” Audrey forced herself to slow her breathing. Tiny pieces inside of her fell away somewhere and with them, her fear, and some of her pain. She opened her eyes and looked at Jensen offering what she hoped was a consoling smile. “Thank you Jensen,” she rasped. “Is she ready?” the voice at the end of the table asked. Jensen grimaced at her, then looked toward the voice and nodded. Audrey felt the white heat of the iron against her arm and the sharp smell of burning flesh filled the room. (Text limit reached! DM for rest)
August 17, 2025 at 4:42 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
The words come to me so quickly and clearly. The pages overflow with them. I just wish they weren't shit words or bad pages, lmao

#writingcommunity #romantasy
August 16, 2025 at 7:44 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Okay, quick question here, is it a reasonable to have a high fantasy series (think Mistborn scope) but with straight up erotica subplots? I started with an erotic story, but the high fantasy bled so much through that it feels like a strange blend.
#writingcommunity #romantasy #literotica #erotica
August 15, 2025 at 5:37 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
My favorite part of writing in the romantasy genre is that it allows me to claim my gooning time on my taxes
August 15, 2025 at 12:23 PM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
The awkward car ride with your bestie and your new forbidden lover he's not super into. #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
Image Text: The coach rolled and bumped along in relative silence. Audrey looked between Ogden and Aoife and felt something coming. Their quick, clipped exchanges, the way they would actively avoid looking at one another- and more than that, she knew Ogden, truly. She watched as he flipped a page in his tome, a careless flick of his wrist instead of the delicate shifting of the page. Audrey clenched the tight muscles in her arm. Aoife squeezed her palm. She stared at Audrey with the familiar icy intensity that made her heart flutter. Audrey smiled meekly back at her. “I thought you weren’t going to risk affection in public,” Ogden said flatly, continuing to read from his tome. Aoife’s sharp eyes snapped toward Ogden. Audrey felt the hairs on her neck rise. “We are within the confines of a coach, still yet an hour from Ardenon. This is hardly public, Ogden.” Aoife spoke calmly, but Audrey felt a razor hidden in each word. Ogden flipped another page. “Considering the situation we are in, you’ll have to forgive me if I doubt your judgment, my lady,” he muttered.
August 15, 2025 at 11:01 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
Okay, so I guess I'm pivoting in life again. I'm an author now. Fuck you (respectfully)
August 15, 2025 at 10:33 AM
marcelineautumn.bsky.social
The book I'm reading just devastated me. I thought this was supposed to be a better alternative for my mental health than social media wtf
July 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM