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Jordan Michelle
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Disabled lesbian. She/Her. Author of very steamy butch/femme romantasy. Sims geek and maker of weird art.

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#wipsnips *pipe* (metal) the guardian king smacks the hell out of our poor darling charlie #queerwriters #writingcommunity #writesky (i don't think this is a repost but if it is just pretend it's not, squad)
But then Sam dropped out of the sky, landing like a cat on his feet and stomping up to us. Before I could notice more than a glint flashing through the air, he smashed Charlotte upside the head with a shining metal gauntlet and she crumpled, groaning, blood gushing out of her temple. I immediately dropped to my knees, pulling off my shirt to hold to her head. My heart raced and I couldn't find words as I watched her eyes roll back. "You told her not to have an attitude with me. You think you can?" Sam sneered at her. My body started to tremble with rage and panic. "Heal her," "Listen, I don't like you, so if you'd just let me in before I crush your skull, too..." "I can't let you in, idiot. Only she can." I hated the way my voice was high and thin. “Oh, well then..." He bent down, yanking Charlotte by the arm to drag her through the dirt toward the temple, tugging her over sharp rocks and sticks that tore at her clothes and left scraps and cuts on her skin. "What are you--stop!" The word came out as a cry as I tried to pull her away from him, but his grip was so tight I heard the crunching of her wrist under his clutch. Tears started to fall down my cheeks when Charlotte groaned again, and then went completely limp. "What is it, like a handprint thing?" he asked, beginning to take her by the hand and smash it in various places over the tree. "It's not working." He frowned and dropped her. Though I had been warned, I still couldn't believe the monstrosity of this man's behavior. Casual killing. "What is wrong with you? Heal her! We won't get in if you don't." "Well, fine, but--" He was cut off when two doors swung open from the tree, hitting him in the forehead.
December 10, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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#wipsnips *i thought was a snippet for the word "part" (?) when i searched and so that's what i'm posting, forgive me* angelique shows just a hint of affection to charlie over morning coffee and charlie decides to never let her live it down. #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
"Please let me kiss you," she murmured, gazing at me like she wanted far more than that. Like she wanted everything. "Nope." I pulled back from her, breathing shallow and sharp. "Why are you suddenly horny again?" She let out a bark of laughter. "Let's see you do better with the map." It was her turn to blush. The color made her look like candy. "You mean better than circling random intersections?" I cleared my throat, clearing my head at the same time. "I was drawing bubbles." She gestured with her finger in the air, a circle, as if I didn't know what a bubble looked like. I had to force myself not to smile. Charlotte was charming, I had to give her that. And funny. And gorgeous. For a moment, our eyes met. Hers were sparkling, as usual. I leaned in, placed a kiss on her cheek before moving on. My lips were hot where they had touched her skin. She grinned at me, eyes moving to my mouth. "What was that for?" she asked in amusement. "Forget about it," I muttered, refusing to look at her. My body was filled with moths, not butterflies, so drawn to the heat of her light that part of me felt ready to risk everything. Luckily, that was not the part of me that was in charge and logically knew that Charlotte and I loathed each other, and that this softness wasn't real. "You know what I think?" Charlotte took my hand, flipping it over to trace the lines of my palm with her fingertips. I shot her a look. "I don't care," The words were breathless. Every brush of her fingers on my wrist made it harder to speak. "I think you have a little crush on me.” Snorting, I tore my eyes from hers. "You're delusional." I absolutely did not have a crush on Charlotte. "You're blushing," she teased. "Can we move on? My best friend is kind of in mortal danger and it's your fault." She opened her mouth to speak again but I cut her off.
December 9, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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more art supplies. i have to sort through every single piece of this ! that’s about seven inches deep at this point and its in a laundry basket.
December 8, 2025 at 5:59 PM
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#wipsnips *empty* vita thinks about draining sebastian’s blood into a bathtub and bathing in it when he refuses to acknowledge her #queerwriters #writesky #writingcommunity
A certain lightness entered my chest; it had been so long since I’d met another young sanguipir, and my energy started to grow again to match theirs. That was, until we entered a huge dining room with a large table that sat at least 20. Because it wasn’t empty, and because Sebastian Alexander looked over his shoulder at us with a casual smile. He looked exactly the same as he always had, annoyingly handsome, with immaculate black hair and icy blue eyes that were almost grey. When those eyes met mine, they flashed with recognition. But his smile didn’t falter, and his face betrayed no sign that he knew who I was. My blood boiled in my veins but I decided to play along. Now was not the time to make a move, not when there was a reptesian with us. Reverend was in the kitchen cutting up lettuce. Prayer skipped to join him, and Max took a seat beside me and across from Sebastian. I stared at him but he only manifested Max and I each a cup of tea. “How are you feeling?” he asked in a gentle voice. It shook slightly, giving him away. Some of my rage tapered down to a simmering satisfaction. He knew me, and I was in his head already. “I’m great!” I said brightly. “Yes, I’m well,” Max said, taking a sip of her tea. “Thank you again.” “Yes, thank you.” The words were almost painful to say to a man who was vile deep down to his bones. But he was so, so powerful. His power radiated off of him, tingling my skin every time he met my eye. I couldn’t wait to drain every bit of him into a large, luxurious bathtub. But first, I would bite him so that he felt my venom in every vein, every muscle in his body. I noticed he refused to meet my eye again, and all the hair stood up on the back of my neck.
December 7, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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digging through art supplies to start a big project (coming soon…… ish)
December 5, 2025 at 11:48 PM
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#wipsnips charlotte threatens to call the gathering on angelique, who has been evading them for decades after committing one mysterious, monstrous act. #lesfic #queerwriters #
"What can I call you, then?" I asked with a grin. Everything about her was intoxicating, from her skin to her lips to her hateful gaze. "My name," she answered. "Is that Angelique Hart, the good and righteous superhero of the city? Or Angelique Boudreaux, ruthless--" "You don't know anything about my past," she snapped, cutting me off. Her cheeks had gone red, and she had turned her eyes away from me, chewing her lip. I wanted her back. I wanted to drown in those eyes, because it felt so electric to run out of air when I was looking into them. "I know enough to know that this war would be ended if I called the Gathering myself," I said softly. That made her look at me again. Her face went slightly pale and she stared me down. "You wouldn't. You'd be punished right alongside me." "They will come anyway if we keep lighting fires. That's why we need to settle this." I smiled, holding her gaze. I had all but forgotten about her foot, mostly because I couldn't stop looking at her. "Settle it, how?" she asked suspiciously. I slid my hand up from her heel to her calf, digging my fingers in slightly. But I didn't want to be rough with her. What I wanted with this enemy was to touch her so tenderly she melted in my hands. "There's only one way we're going to work this out, isn't there?" My voice was low, trying to make sure she knew that I meant no harm. "I'm not having sex with you," she breathed, though she didn't sound even half-convinced. "That's not what I was going to say..." I told her honestly.
December 4, 2025 at 10:37 AM
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#wipsnips *belong* charlie has angelique magically tied to a chair while she tries to monologue her vigilante speech (truly a child raised by sebastian)
“So, we burn their buildings. We tear the city down. And we kill the people who mean to kill us," I told her through clenched teeth. "What will that accomplish, Charlotte?" "They know we are not weak. They are starting to get afraid. I intend to grow this movement to every magickal I can. I intend to expand my territory until we take over city hall. This city will belong to us, as it should." "And you will be what? A mayor?" She scoffed at that, a look of derision on her face. “You are taking a dangerous avenue to City Hall, if that’s the case.” "A leader. A real one, unlike you," I growled. "You are a traitor to your people." "By trying to keep people safe from you?" "By trying to stop this cause. Locking up my men. Holding us back. The fighting. Shifter versus charmer. We should be working together." For a moment, I considered that. Working side by side with this woman. Just the idea of it gave me a splitting headache. "I will never work with you. I will never have anything to do with you. I'm going to stop you." The words were a snarl. "I'm going to kill you for this.” Her lip was curled, nostrils flared. Her jaw was clenched. I had never seen so much rage in one person. "I swear." She spat the words out like bullets to my chest. "The ropes will untie in a half hour. You should go home. You look tired." My voice was dull, flat. Suddenly, I was exhausted of being in the same room as this woman. "Go fu--" "You should probably be respectful, unless you want to be tied down longer," I chided. She blushed deeply but didn't stop staring into my eyes. "You thought there was a war before?" She laughed. "Don't you know who I am?"
December 1, 2025 at 9:20 AM
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#wipsnips *number* (amount) angelique has a nightmare and asks to join charlie in bed (SFW/calm and soft [for these two]) #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
"Are you here to kill me again?" I asked before I even opened my eyes. My heart pounded steadily as I waited in the dark, holding my breath. I could sense that Angelique stood near my bed without speaking. Her voice was a whisper when she spoke. "No.” I finally dared open my eyes to look up at her, eyes puffy, hair in wild curls all over her head. Her bottom lip was between her teeth as she looked down at me. “Oh," I said, grabbing her by the hips and rolling her over, about to take her mouth with mine without even hesitating. She actually giggled and beat me on my back. “Not this, you swine." The words were affectionate, exasperated in a way I had never heard from her. It made me wonder if there was hope that she would soften and melt for me. And that made me wonder what the hell kind of insanity I had let fall over my entire body, from head to toe. "Oh, sorry," I said with a grin, pulling back from her. I was surprised when she remained in my bed, though she scooted as far away as possible. I propped myself up on my elbow. “So, what’s up?” She looked down at me, shyness suddenly all over her features. "I had a nightmare about the mimick.” I could tell by the way she spoke that she begrudged herself even that small amount of openness with me, but I was glad she had. "I'm not surprised. They're creepy," I replied. I reached for her, but she shrank away. Her eyes were on my lips, though, as she sank into my bed. It wasn't quite large enough for us to avoid touching entirely; the feeling of her knee against mine was enough to send my mind reeling. I straightened up, lingering on the edge of the cot.
November 30, 2025 at 10:07 AM
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#wipsnips *dedicate* (devote) angelique admits why she really went to charlie's the night of their first kiss, charlie is sort of like yes okay tell me something i don't know, and the whole thing is somewhat sexy #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
"Can I ask you something?" I placed a kiss on her neck, which made her whole body start to tremble. Angelique wrapped her arms around me. “Of course.” Her voice shook along with the rest of her. "When you came over that night, was it really to yell at me?" She paused, chewing her lip as her cheeks flushed cherry red. "No. I thought--I mean--" “Go on," I commanded her before I could stop myself. She lifted a challenging eyebrow and I smiled. That was my Angelique. She paused, then sighed. "I thought... If we had sex..." The last word sounded like ecstasy on her tongue. I lowered my face to place a kiss softly on her lips, fingers tracing up her thigh. My breath sped up when she didn’t let me go, but wrapped her legs around my hips. "We'd get it out of our systems?" She didn't look shy when she spoke."Yes. But then I chickened out." There was a somewhat teasing look in her eyes that made me feel almost feral, the same way I had felt when she’d shown up at my door that night with her lips pouty and her eyes low with invitation, leaving with only a desperate, feverish kiss. "I don't blame you." I sat up, beginning to unfasten her shirt. I couldn't help it. I almost felt like Abraham, like her, a legendary being and a wild thing. “You kissed me like I was some lucky dream. No one had ever kissed me like that, least of all someone I--" "Hated?" I prompted with a sly smile. "Yes." She did that thing where she tilted her nose in the air, her tone haughty and unaffected. "And do you still hate me?" The words were more of a tease than anything. Looking at her now, no one could doubt that Angelique radiated love and devotion. "Yes." But there was a slight smile on her face. "Always." "Good. I hate you, too."
November 29, 2025 at 10:37 AM
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#wipsnips *impede* (stop) vita is a little unhinged and threatens to eat max for wanting to stop at a diner #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
“I want to go in,” I told them, unable to ignore the rumbling in my stomach. Vita shook her head. “We need to get going.” Her hands were on her hips, head tilted to the side. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were pursed with disapproval. “I’m not going into that forest before I get something to eat. Not all of us can sustain ourselves on blood.” “That’s what your flesh is for.” For an instant, a beaming smile came over her lips. Then it dropped, and she glared at me, licking her teeth. “We’re not stopping.” I shrugged, turning toward the diner. My heart pounded in my chest knowing she was stewing behind me, and that she was capable of anything. She could tear me apart with those teeth alone, not to mention her venom, and though her blood manipulation abilities were likely weak, she could still make me bleed out with a snap of her fingers. Instead, she caught up with me, walking beside me. She looked up at my face with a scowl. “Aren’t you hungry?” I asked, nudging her with my elbow. I only hoped it didn’t piss her off. A soft sigh of relief escaped my lips when her face broke into a wicked grin. “I don’t want to eat pancakes. I want to eat you.” I shrugged. “I won’t stop you.” “Why not?” Her eyebrows lifted in surprise as her eyes ran up and down my body. I studied her in amusement for a moment as she licked her lips. “Being eaten by a beautiful woman? I can’t think of a better way to go.” “You think I’m beautiful, huh?” she teased. I cast her a small smile, but didn’t answer. I needed to stop thinking about how beautiful she was, not dive into it headfirst. But she took my hand in hers, swinging our arms, her mood completely changed. When she linked our fingers, my breath caught in my chest. I yanked my hand away and she frowned at me.
November 26, 2025 at 10:31 AM
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#wipsnips *system* (some vibes kinda. to me they are vibes.) charlie and angelique call on the guardian king for help in finding angelique's best friend, who charlie done got kidnapped #writesky #lesfic #queerwriters
Sam sighed. "Fine. Show me the picture. But we're going stealth. No way I'm letting Thana know I'm there." As he spoke, there was a glint in his eye that I didn't like. I didn't know what it meant, but I knew it was nothing good. "Now, wait--this isn't smart, Angelique. There's a reason she let you see Nani be carried off. She's baiting us," I told her, trying not to let pleading come through in my voice. In my gut, I knew it was the wrong choice. "For what? She had us. She left us behind," Angelique pointed out. She glared at me intently, trying to blast me to smithereens with her eyes for daring to question her plan, or breathe in her direction. "She had us in the forest where I had control of everything. Not in the city where those powers are limited without harming a whole lot of people," I said, feeling heat prickle at the back of my neck. It seemed like each time I tried to reason with Angelique was more frustrating than the last. "This isn't the jungle." "Will you two please stop? You're giving me a hernia.” Sam’s voice was poisonous, and he rubbed his stomach as if he was trying to hold his guts in. "Shut up," Angelique snarled, then paused, seething at me. She pointed her finger at me, jabbing me in the chest. "If something happens to Nani, I'm making you pay for it." When she finally conceded, I managed to relax, but only slightly. "Pay for it how?" I asked in amusement, unable to help myself. "Before this gets soggy, I'd like to continue about my day. Sebastian was supposed to come over last night and nothing. I waited all night in nothing but my--" Sam chattered on. Shaking my head, I ignored him. He cut himself off when he realized he didn't have an audience, scowling and turning back to the portal. “Just give the girl a pack, Charlie. And tell her to stop being rude," he said dismissively, sweeping through the portal.
November 25, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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#wipsnips *spend* sebastian arrives to scold charlie, who is ends up cooking him back when she finds out that the gathering is in the city primarily to capture her deadliest (sexiest) enemy, angelique, and bring her to justice for her violent past #queerwriters #writesky #writingcommunity
"It's good to see you, too. Even though you're whisking me away to be prosecuted for doing nothing wrong," I pointed out, turning to face Sebastian. One perfectly manicured eyebrow shot right up in a look of disapproval. "Charlotte Sofia Barlowe," he said in a sharp voice. "You have been on our radar for years as a dangerous vigilante." “So?" I challenged. He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. I could see where he made a formidable leader, but that didn't mean he wasn't also my goofy cousin, and I wasn't scared of him. "So, I can't keep covering for you. We were here for Angelique. It wasn't until--" "Wait, you're here for Angelique?" I asked, something sinking in my chest. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. This was a good thing. If they knew who she was, she wouldn't be coming back to the city. She would be banished, or worse. The thought made me swallow hard. "Yes. Your shenanigans finally placed her in the city," Sebastian said. “Her shenanigans. The fires, you mean?" I asked. “Yes, the fires. And the things that prompted them.” Sebastian spoke firmly. “Neither of you is innocent in this. Especially after today. Charlie, what were you thinking?” "You know how the humans have been treating the magickals, especially in America. You know how bad it is in this city, and many others. And yet the Gathering is spending time going after a woman who has been dormant for decades." The words came out before I could think about them, and I wondered why. "She hasn't even--" I cut myself off, knowing I was digging a hole that I would never be able to climb out of if I just didn't shut up. "Oh, now you're defending Angelique?" he asked, both eyebrows raised. "I'm not. I'm just saying. Priorities. The Gathering is going after their own people rather than punishing the humans for their behavior."
November 17, 2025 at 8:40 AM
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#wipsnips *run* max holds a kid hostage in order to save vita, who is in danger of bleeding out.

cw: someone threatening gun violence i guess (?)
#queerwriters #writesky #writingcommunity
I had no choice; I shifted back to human as I reached for the crying child, wrapping him tightly in my arms even as I grabbed the gun. His mother screamed. So did he. I didn’t care. I cared about Vita bleeding out behind me. “I won’t hurt him unless I have to,” I told her, holding the gun to the child’s head. “Everyone leave. Now. You—” I addressed his mother again, who sobbed desperately. I felt for her. My heart fluttered erratically in my chest, and nausea churned in my stomach. “Make sure they scatter. I will return your child to you once everyone is gone and we are allowed to leave here.” The mother shot me a scathing look that I felt down to my bones. But this is what I did. Anything to get the job done. In this case, the job was to keep Vita alive. I couldn’t tell whether she was or wasn’t. She made no noises behind me. The thought made all the hair on my body rise on end. “Go,” I snapped at the woman. She visibly jumped at my tone before hurrying out of the diner. I watched through the window as she spoke to the others, who soon dispersed. “I’m sorry,” I said to the sobbing little boy I had been clinging to, and let him go. Then I lifted a still, lifeless Vita into my arms and began to run, flying out of the diner.
November 16, 2025 at 10:37 AM
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#wipsnips *week* i don't usually post two ~romantic scenes in a row but! this is the only instance across two manuscripts.

charlie and angelique have a post-coital chat. the end paragraph is an itty bitty bit steamy but otherwise it's pretty sweet. #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
I would have happily gone all day, all week, all year. But we didn’t have time. When I finally forced myself to pull back, I took her hands and placed a kiss on each one. Sitting up, I stayed beside her, looking down at her body. She was covered with sweat, which had made the hair around her face spring into unruly curls that framed her features like a halo. "Told you," I teased once she'd caught her breath. She shot me a look. There was a hint of smile on her face, and her eyes were wide and adoring. She propped herself up on her elbow, looking into my eyes, searching for something, maybe tenderness or reassurance. I wanted to give her both. "You didn't do that like you hated me," she said curiously, chewing her lip. "That's because I don't." I pressed her hair back to see her face more clearly. The way she looked at me was devastating, intoxicating. Her lids had gone low and there was a pout on her pretty lips. "It would be easier if you did," she said, almost sadly. "For who?" I lifted an eyebrow. She let out a soft laugh. “For me.” "I'm not trying to make things easy for you," I pointed out with a grin. She responded with a small smile, eyes sparkling with love and amusement that she didn’t recognize herself. "Yes, I know. You make things infinitely harder on purpose." "It's actually not always on purpose," I said. "You're right. I shouldn't have hit that guy. I was just--" "Jealous?" I noticed her hips squirming already. "Impulsive? You never think about anything before you do it." "That's not true." Parting her legs with one hand, I ran my fingers through the curls between her thighs. "I've thought about fucking you since that night we first kissed.”
November 14, 2025 at 10:30 AM
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#wipsnips *shirt* i had to make this one a little sexy. very romantic, just steamy enough to get away with at work.

charlie heals angelique after the guardian king runs her through with a sword and it's sensual and pretty sweet. #lesfic #writesky #queerwriters
Turning to Angelique, I studied her face. She stared at me through big doe eyes, batting her lashes when I knelt in front of her. "I'm sorry," I murmured, lifting her shirt to reveal her stomach. "I'm sorry I let that happen." "It's not your job to protect me." Her voice was soft, her fingers running through my messy hair. I wondered if her heart fluttered as wildly as mine did when we touched. I had a feeling it did; her whole body had relaxed, unlike the way it used to tense up around me. It was like she found me comforting, and I had to smile. "It's my job to heal you." When I brushed my thumbs over her skin, she let out a soft little sigh of pleasure and desire. It made my whole body activate with lust, love, and longing. I wanted to heal every part of her--her body, her heart. Her fear of herself. "Charlotte, you and I--" Her breath had caught in her throat, and she couldn't say anything further. Her skin was so perfect; my hands trembled where I touched her, reverent. "Hush," I said, leaning in to brush my lips over the spot just above her navel where the sword had impaled her. She squirmed, thighs rubbing together, and I wondered how sticky wet my fingers would get if I reached into her panties. I placed a soft, lingering kiss on her stomach, pouring every bit of love, warmth, and healing into her body. "Does it still hurt?" I asked her, breath coming out in bursts on her skin. My free hand scraped down her back to her hip, gripping it tightly. “I think you need to do it again." Her voice was breathless. Hunger was threatening to consume her, too. "I still feel a little pain." This time, the kiss was hot, open-mouthed. I ran my tongue over her skin and she gasped for breath, all for me,
November 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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#wipsnips *picture* charlotte is down bad thinking about angelique when sebastian steps into her living room to roast her a little #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
After closing the portal, I paced back and forth. Desire pounded through my veins so powerfully that when I closed my eyes, all I pictured was her lips, and all I could feel was the way her hand had felt in my hair, tugging at the roots, desperate and furious. "Fuck this," I muttered. I had to go after her. I had to kiss her. Every single inch of me regretted not doing so. Telling her to take what she wanted instead of just giving it to her. What a stupid fucking thing to do when she was right there offering herself up to be tasted like a three-course meal. "No..." I said to myself. "Nope." Instead of opening the portal again, I started to turn away, to make the right decision, until I heard the portal unzip behind me anyway. Before I could even look over my shoulder, one of the most familiar voices in the world greeted me in Spanish. "What the hell are you thinking, Charlie?" I didn't turn to look at my cousin. The chiding in Sebastian's voice was enough. "I'm not thinking," I mumbled. "Apparently not," he said. He crossed the room to the bar and I turned to him, unable to keep from smiling. He grinned at me too, winking as he poured us each a glass of my most expensive scotch. Passing one over the bar to me, he shook his head. “Darling, you sure know how to cause a scene," he said as if it was a toast.
November 9, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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#wipsnips *little* butch best friends charlie and ellis keep interrupting sebastian's evil speech and he's pretty pissed about it. #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
Vita stood beside me, tense and ready to spring. I could feel the rage radiating from her, more overwhelmingly powerful than even the deadly shield Sebastian had up to repel everyone, including his friends, his family, and his mate. “You little chickenshit. Put this shield down. We need to talk,” Abraham demanded, his eyes locked on where Breck’s body twitched on the floor. “What the fuck possessed you to do this?” “Funny how us ‘talking’ always ends with you on your knee—” “Shut the fuck up, Sebastian.” Abraham’s cheeks went flaming red and I had to look away. “Ew,” said Charlie. “What’s going on, Seb? It’s my nap time.” “Our nap time,” Ellis corrected. “Bunk beds.” “Bunk beds.” Charlie lifted her hand and the two exchanged some ridiculous private handshake. “Charlie, you are interrupting my speech.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, his expression shrewd and pinched. He didn’t look at Charlie as he spoke. He looked at Vita. The way his gaze traveled over her; not like mine, out of desire, but with so much malice, made every hair on my body stand on end. “So is Ellis…” Charlie pointed out, before being kicked in the ass by her friend. She snickered. “Stop,” Abraham commanded. “I thought you were worried about your wives?” “We were, until we realized that they’re individually more powerful than we are combined, and that they are probably on the way.” Charlie shrugged. “Angelique and Lily will find a way in. You can’t stop a fire goddess from getting what she wants.” “So now, we’re just tired,” Ellis said. “Two sleepy maidens.” “If you both don’t shut up, I will cut out your tongues.” Sebastian’s warning was dead serious, hissed through his teeth.
November 8, 2025 at 8:40 AM
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BAT OUTTA HELL

#assemblage #artsky #weirdart #taxidermy #artdisplay
November 6, 2025 at 6:15 PM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
#wipsnips *steel* charlie saunters into angelique's office to give her a sexually charged talking to tsk tsk #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
When I pulled up outside of her office and I saw that her light was on, I steeled myself to face her. For some reason, I pulled down my visor, looking at myself in the mirror. Smoothing my hair back, I took a deep breath before getting out of my car. The door to the building was locked, but it clicked open easily when I put my hand on the knob. Inside, it was almost dark, aside from the glow of her office. I had barely taken a step inside before the sound of low growling broke the silence behind me. With another sigh, I turned, at the same time manifesting a gun in my hand. I pointed it at them both. “I will absolutely shoot you," I warned the two wolves who stood there snarling at me. "Charlotte?" The voice behind me was familiar and sharp. "What the hell are you doing here?" I swiveled to look at her. Of course, she was perfect. She wore a fuzzy pink robe, and her curly auburn hair was in a messy bun on her head. There were dark circles around her green eyes, but that didn't mar how beautiful she was, how bewitching those eyes and her full, pretty lips were. Those lips were curved down in a deep frown, arms crossed over her chest. For a moment, I thought I would lose control and take her mouth in another fierce kiss. But then I remembered why I was there. "You have something that belongs to me." A deep flush bloomed over her cheeks, and I wondered why. What she was thinking. I wished she belonged to me. The thought came to me unbidden; I pushed it back as far as it would possibly go. Now was not the time. Now, I was angry. Angelique turned to go back into her office, but I didn't let her sit down. I took her by the wrist, holding her firmly as I turned her body to face mine. Yanking her arm away, she scowled at me. "Yeah, I do. You're not getting him back," she snapped. "He murdered one of my people. My friend."
November 4, 2025 at 10:01 AM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
#wipsnips *nice* the guardian king bursts in on angelique in the middle of the night with the intention of trading her for sebastian, who is being tormented under thana's rule #queerwriters #writesky #writingcommunity
I snorted, still bemused and half-asleep. "Why are you kidnapping me?" I asked. "I thought I was 'just a shifter.'" "Because Thana expects us to bring you there dead. She won't be expecting you alive. And if she is, she's dreading it,” Sam said, voice half-full of delight. "Thana has brought me to tears more than once," I said. "She's not afraid of me. I can't touch her; I tried. And what do you mean, she expects you to bring me dead? How do you know that?" He pressed his finger to his temple. "I just know things." “It's Sebastian. You have some sort of connection. So he is alive?" I asked hopefully. I didn't know what to expect of Thana, who was the most unpredictable, unhinged being I had ever met. He didn’t answer that, knowing I was hanging on the very possibility. “You have brought her own people to their knees. The people there bow to you as a goddess. They are loyal to you. It has to be you, unfortunately. Otherwise, I'd probably bring the big boy." He smirked at just the thought of spending time with Abraham, who I had no doubt would not feel the same. "I'm not going back there," I said. "Why would I go back there if she wants me dead?" "I'm not giving you a choice. I am being nice enough to allow you to bring Charlie. We might be able to work out the dead thing. Be grateful." His words made my skin crawl. "Excuse me? You want me to be grateful for being kidnapped?" “I expect you to be grateful for whatever I give you,” he said with a grin. “You are not shackled. I’m letting you bring Charlie, though I find her endlessly annoying. I am a benevolent king. I just want what I want when I want it.“
November 3, 2025 at 10:28 AM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
#wipsnips *ancestor* (family) neither charlie nor angelique is happy with the gathering's instructions that they remain together. #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
"You settled down in the city where you could be found. Why? Why, if you're not tired of running?" I asked. Her cheeks grew redder, her eyes narrower and more infuriated as we spoke. "Or was it just to vex me?" Surprise and joy fluttered through my body when she gave me a small smile. "Yeah, that's it. I stayed just to get on your nerves." She rolled her eyes. "Well, it's working." I leaned on the table, holding her gaze, delighting in the red flush of her skin. "I don't like you, either,” she hissed. “Which is why I don't understand why you wouldn't just want to let me go. You're a target if you're with me." It should have been easier to pull my gaze away, but I couldn't. She was mesmerizing, and she told me more with her eyes than she did with her words. Her lips told me that she hated me, but her simmering look said that she wanted more than just a fight. “I'm doing this for the Gathering," I told her. Because you have so much loyalty to them," she said sarcastically. “I have loyalty to my family, yes. But also, they promised I could do what I wanted." The reminder made her shoot me a dry, poisonous look. Standing up, I went to her. I picked up her hand from the table and brought it to my lips. The fight had gotten underneath my skin, and now all I wanted was to touch hers. “Oh, I'm sure you love that. Unchecked, spoiled, getting everything you want handed to you with no resistance." She tried to sound hard, but her words were breathless. I turned her hand over to press a kiss to her wrist. "I'm not getting everything I want," I said softly. "Women don't often tell you no, do they?" she asked. There was amusement in her voice, but I could see her hips squirming, could see in the way she licked her lips that she was utterly lost.
November 1, 2025 at 11:06 AM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
armed and dangerous

#artsky #weirdart #odditiesandcuriosities #oddityart
October 30, 2025 at 12:08 PM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
#wipsnips *blood-curdling* sebastian/angelique are stricken by dark illusions that show them their past wrongs. charlotte, relatively innocent in her life, is totally oblivious to what they are seeing. sam is, well, evil, and has no regrets/doesn't see the illusions, either. #queerwriters #writesky
Sebastian sighed, grabbing Sam by the collar to tug him out of the room. I didn't have a chance to ask my cousin what he had seen. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I held onto Angelique as we left, and ran chest-first into Sebastian's back when he stopped to peer outside. "Holy sh--" he began, and then collapsed to the ground in a dead faint. Looking around him, I didn't see anything but the ghostly town. And then Angelique started to shriek, blood-curdling screams erupting from her throat. My heart thundered in my chest when she yanked her hand away to kneel down, covering her eyes with her hands. “I'm sorry," she gasped, as if she had been punched in the stomach. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." "Angelique, they're not here. It's just us," I murmured, kissing her top of her head. "No, no, no," she wept. "Is she going to keep crying like that?" Sam asked in annoyance. "What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here. Bring Sebastian back." I was glad when Angelique let me lift her into my arms. Sam shook his head, hefting Sebastian onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "No. And you'd better not, either," he warned. “Why?" I asked hesitantly, waiting for the evil bomb to drop. Either Sam was working with Thana, or he had something else in store. But when he met my eye, I saw nothing but love. "He needs a break from these illusions. Let's go." "What if we're attacked?" I asked, glancing out at the empty streets. He shrugged. "I'm the Guardian King."
October 27, 2025 at 8:42 AM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
#wipsnips *lottery* ("money" was all i had) charlotte is tired of angelique's accusations/sebastian doesn't take sides. #lesfic #writesky #queerwriters
"What is your plan, other than lollygagging with my cousin--who is supposed to be on my side, by the way." She glared at Sebastian, who shrugged. "I don't take sides," he said. "Yeah, I know," Charlotte replied in a bitter voice. "None of you do. You sit in the middle and make no real decisions." "If you mean we don't get in the habit of breaking more than a dozen legs at once, you're right. And I'm not offended," I retorted. Charlotte rolled her eyes, shaking her head.“That was one time...” "You killed the mayor for no reason." When I added the words, her face screwed up in disdain and annoyance. "I did not kill the mayor." She spoke through gritted teeth, as if I was supposed to know that somehow. "Oh--then what did you do with him?" I asked in surprise. "I gave him money and told him that if he came back, I'd break his legs." She shrugged, but her eyes were locked on mine. She was telling the truth. I rolled my eyes. "That's so much better." A tiny smile lifted one corner of her lips, but in a blink, it was gone. "It is. That man could have broken legs. Instead, he's a millionaire. You're welcome," she replied dryly.
October 25, 2025 at 7:57 AM
jrdn-michelle.bsky.social
i've spent about three hours total so far on this display and this is all i got so far. it's killing me.
a doll arm holding a shovel a piece displaying a baby hand holding a knife
October 25, 2025 at 1:29 AM