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@ghoststructural.bsky.social
150 followers 320 following 160 posts
they/them • kréyòl lalwizyàn • many-named • occultist • disabled queer creative • independent scholar • fandom ancient • k’uhul ajaw is my familiar • mydeimos is my wife • accessibility for all
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
Binding books for subscribers @ghoststructural.bsky.social
December 16, 2025 at 4:45 PM
ghoststructural.bsky.social
Even if I despise you, I will never misgender you.

I need my objections to be accurate and my rage focused for this curse to work.
December 17, 2025 at 2:03 PM
ghoststructural.bsky.social
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I whisper, trying to cram another syllable into this haiku.
December 14, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
“O forgemaster in the lost oasis // strike & strike again”. From
“Lyria, ki élri kabann-la” from T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH now available www.ethelzine.com/shop/the-sto...
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December 13, 2025 at 11:13 PM
ghoststructural.bsky.social
I saw an ad for the McRib, and y’all know the law.
December 10, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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orcspiration.bsky.social
BE SO BRILLIANT NONE OF YOUR ENEMIES WOULD DARE LOOK AT YOU.
December 9, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
Some pics from T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH. @ghoststructural.bsky.social

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Mary, vyéparon de kabann-la I was born from acorns & the rust of three coffin nails. I stuffed my hands with Spanish moss, ground teeth from broken glass, & filled the vines of my veins with creolin. I was born in the Gulf of Mexico, a siren drawn from the first offshore rig. My face is a bubble. My legs are a mystery. I speak every stick & stone into existence. I was born of the fiercest wheels, of stripped screws, of Samdis silent O. My garden can tame the sky. My conjure can bring anyone to heel. My successors will build a sanctum in the dark.
November 30, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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unarmedoracle.bsky.social
Y’all have got to stop trying to teach people magic with edh
them.us Them @them.us · Nov 14
Pope Leo XIV Will Have Lunch With 4 Trans Women in "Unprecedented" Meeting
https://www.them.us/story/pope-leo-xiv-lunch-trans-activists-alesia-nobile
November 15, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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eyepatchwolf.bsky.social
“0% woke shit”

a black man with a physical disability leads an environmental terrorist cell trying to save the planet from mega-billionaires and you play as a cross dressing twink femdomed by two different women ending and the final boss against the gayest angel of all time
November 7, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
Pre-order one of these lovelies ❤️

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October 11, 2025 at 8:30 PM
ghoststructural.bsky.social
Current poetry(-adjacent?) shenanigans: poems as sigils/sigils as poems. Deeply inspired by A.O. Spare’s methodology. Uses my personal symbology, mythopoetic cycle, and alphabet, plus the “spell” itself (of course). I don’t know who will dig it besides my tiny circle, but the feeling is electric.
October 3, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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chharmanii.bsky.social
this is for the five Revolutionary Girl Utena fans in existence #rgu
October 1, 2025 at 3:38 AM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
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The story that begins with a story named Death by T.A. Noonan — Ethel
pre-order, will ship by the end of October 2025//limited edition 60 copies//6.5 × 8, 27 pages T.A. Noonan is an occultist and disabled queer creative. A Kréyòl Lalwizyàn turned accidental Floridia...
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September 28, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
Now available for pre-order: T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH @ghoststructural.bsky.social
Karaktergé Mary Jeanne Re - Psappho Morrigan Owlette Phoenix Angel Jasper Starbow Datura Francis Lyria The Ancestor The Reverend The Guardian The Teacher The Wolf The Sister Hummingbird Who Inherits Who Counts Who Sings Who Questions Who Breaks Who Writes I made you brave, you know? Even though we've always had veils & icons berween us, it's all in the open now: the palmetto tiger & the wet mushroom of skin de the way tissue slips in red webs Listen: there is nothing green here anymore. Spring has abandoned its hold. The sidhe have returned to their courts. The scriptures can't form their ghostlight, no one believes in pelicans, & there hasn't been a swamp in centuries. All that remains is the autumn lot beside the men who burned my temple down. If mornings were rational, each cloud would spread its fingers to reveal the catastrophe at my root. But they aren't, de the glass token in your hand is just another price you'll have to pay. I've watched you from the west, lurching over graves toward the adulthood you created. You did that alone. You made the tumblers tremble in their locks. At last, I'm free to be needed. What do you think of this world I've left behind?
September 28, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
I’ll be getting T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH up for pre-order this weekend. @ghoststructural.bsky.social
T gardyin de kabann-la I made you brave, you know? Even though we've always had veils & icons between us, it's all in the open now: the palmetto tiger & the wet mushroom of skin & the way tissue slips in red webs. Listen: there is nothing green here anymore. Spring has abandoned its hold. The sidhe have returned to their courts. The scriptures can't form their ghostlight, no one believes in pelicans, & there hasn't been a swamp in centuries. All that remains is the autumn lot beside the men who burned my temple down. If mornings were rational, each cloud would spread its fingers to reveal the catastrophe at my root. But they aren't, & the glass token in your hand is just another price you'll have to pay. I've watched you from the west, lurching over graves toward the adulthood you created. You did that alone. You made the tumblers tremble in their locks. At last, I'm free to be needed. What do you think of this world I've left behind?
September 26, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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incorrectffqts.bsky.social
Fan submission!
August 31, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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zeldauniverse.bsky.social
This was my safe haven.
August 21, 2025 at 9:01 PM
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ficwip.bsky.social
happy fanfiction writers appreciation day!
the Colonel Toad meme, an elegant toad in a suit coat. he says Beautiful writers, it is with great pleasure that I wish you happy fanfiction writers appreciation day
August 21, 2024 at 3:08 PM
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the-ethelzine.bsky.social
Also formatting T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH. @ghoststructural.bsky.social
T gardyin de kabann-la I made you brave, you know? Even though we've always had veils & icons between us, it's all in the open now: the palmetto tiger & the wet mushroom of skin & the way tissue slips in red webs. Listen: there is nothing green here anymore. Spring has abandoned its hold. The sidhe have returned to their courts. The scriptures can't form their ghostlight, no one believes in pelicans, & there hasn't been a swamp in centuries. All that remains is the autumn lot beside the men who burned my temple down. If mornings were rational, each cloud would spread its fingers to reveal the catastrophe at my root. But they aren't, & the glass token in your hand is just another price you'll have to pay. I've watched you from the west, lurching over graves toward the adulthood you created. You did that alone. You made the tumblers tremble in their locks. At last, I'm free to be needed. What do you think of this world I've left behind?
August 5, 2025 at 7:35 PM
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garlicbuffalo.gobirds.biz
amtrak’s marketing team gets it
June 21, 2025 at 12:21 PM
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yukiranine.bsky.social
you may crown yourself in my blood
#phaidei #厄敌
July 13, 2025 at 6:25 AM
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luxlucifer.bsky.social
finally quality games journalism
July 13, 2025 at 8:05 PM
ghoststructural.bsky.social
*water is feminine*
*water is feminine*
bitch no it’s not it’s a fuckin fluid
July 7, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
unpopular opinion maybe but posting online is writing. It’s not marketing. It’s not strategy. It’s literature in public.
May 28, 2025 at 10:16 PM
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bransonreese.bsky.social
Made some Magic: The Gathering cards
This one's called Crimsport the Unprepared. Just takes a single island manna. Creature-Gnome. Crimsport is not ready and so he may not be played at any time. Flavor text reads "Now where did I put those clothes?" -Crimsport The drawing is of a nude gnome looking for his clothes in his little tree home. 1/2 Skeleton Pizza. Two swamp manna. Sorcery. Your opponent gets hurt badly. Flavor text reads "Mama Mia" -Anonymous. The drawing is of a pizza's skeleton on a plate in an Italian restaurant Stinky. Three uncolored and one forest manna. Creature-Beast. This guy's got trample. When Stinky enters the battlefield your opponent has to apologize to you. Flavor text reads "We hate Stinky" -The President. Drawing is sort of a weird brontosaurus snake kaiju h touch beset upon by helicopters. 4/4 Blessing of the Priest. Eight uncolored manna and one plains manna. Sorcery-Instant. Everybody -including you- loses. The cops are on their way. Flavor text reads "Remind me not to receive his blessing." -Bartolome The Agnostic. Drawing is of a catholic priest putting his hand towards the camera as nefarious white energy flies at you.
May 21, 2025 at 10:00 PM