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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️
@maximejaz.bsky.social
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Non-binary trans masc. Bi. He/They. Author of queer erotic romance🔥 I write about guys falling in love in various spaces and times.
Love conquers all. 🏳️‍🌈🔞
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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · Oct 2
"The thing is you don't write meet-cute-three-tropes-done romances, you write more complex stuff..." (courtesy of Bjorn Larssen) so if you're into more complex stuff, dive into the Maximeverse™️.🔥🌈❤️
3rd person, past tense, multi, omni POV, head-hopping, poetic prose. 😘
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Top in white handwritten font Maxime Jaz Sweeping love stories filled with pleasure and pain. From left to right mockups of the books Omnia Vincit trilogy Book 1,2,3 Donum, a young man half-naked head lowered, golden skin. Avis Aurea, two men half-naked, one embracing the other from the back. Pulsus Cordis Mei a Roman general sitting in his armor. Fall- an acrobat doing a handstand on a trapeze swing. Home- two men’s lips locking on top, in greyscale, a storm in the background and a frothy sea under their faces. Khirion- There are three characters in the middle, naked, they are only visible to the shoulders, and chest for the left one. Two men framing a woman. In Aeternum - greyscale photo of two men kissing, blood between their lips. In Aeternum Maxime Jaz Author of Donum in black letters His Lordship’s coachman – two men lying, their faces close, hands on one’s chest Sentence for Life- a muscled tattooed man stands on black background, leaning against a wall like structure. His thumb is hooked in the pocket of his low cut pants. Christmas Carols – a man in a hooded jacket stands in the snow on a city street, facing buildings and city lights. His back is to us. Eros- two men in a torn frame lying together on a backdrop of Greek temple, blue sky and sea, pink bougainvillea KU logo Books are framed by a rainbow frame
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From my space miner sci fi WIP.
Cedric and Jack are getting to know each other in a central committee arranged marriage, and Cedric is getting used to a life on a mining colony and with a man who shows some care for the first time in his life, and wants to take him out.
“You haven’t explored around?” “I went to shop. I’m not supposed to roam around without your permission.” “Ah, fuck…” he almost said something nastier but Cedric’s wide eyes filled with fear stopped him. “Ok… we’re going to a place where we can have a walk, ok? It’s sort of a park. Nothing too fancy, ok? Nothing survives here but plastic plants and trees but it looks ok. So?” Cedric’s heart raced. He had never thought of being taken out anywhere, Harlan had made sure to limit their outings to the bare minimum, but Jack seemed genuine, his eyes genuine in that worn face. Cedric came from a world of plastic surgery, on the quest of eternal youth. He could not understand why Jack let his face fill with wrinkles, hard lines too. “Yes, we can go.” “Great. Just fling a shirt on. There’s no need for a jacket; we just take the corridors and elevators.” They pulled shirts on, matching in color, that dark sky blue, as clothes were provided for the colonists. He walked next to Jack, glancing up at him sometimes, watching him greet some other men, curious glances thrown at them with some smiles. Taking an elevator, and more corridors, and a last elevator. Cedric was trying to memorize the route they were taking but he had given up after the third corridor. Eyes a bit wide when the door opened, and he faced that huge domed space. There was light here, even if artificial, imitating the sun as best as it could, with a fake sky projection churning on that dome. In the middle, a small park, fully artificial where families were picnicking, and kids were playing, chasing around. Kids… It almost seemed like home. Almost. Shops, restaurants, and cafes lining that space with people ambling around, or sitting, eating, and drinking. Jack’s voice. “Neat, huh? I know it’s not the same as back home, but it’s good for the nerves when you had it with darkness and this shit weather.” Cedric looked at him, moved. “Thank you.”
November 19, 2025 at 11:55 AM
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"What if another author has the same idea as you? Don't you worry about it?"

Oh hello, my fucked up friend! Welcome to the queer pirate life! 😁🌈🎉
November 18, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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Fuck AI.
November 18, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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All I have to say is if you only create "art" when you feel certain it will make money, you aren't making art, you're making commerce.
November 18, 2025 at 2:33 AM
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I have "backwards" in my demon and priest WIP.
Matteo is replacing the old candles in the church when Byron appears, and of course all sorts of indecent words spill out of his mouth.
November 18, 2025 at 8:54 AM
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My first The Hollow Flame story is live on ko-fi and my brand new Patreon, which I haven’t entirely mastered yet…

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The Hollow Flame #1
Bjørn Larssen published a supporter-only post on Ko-fi!
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November 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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What perfect album came out the year you turned 16?
(photo credit to Maverick/Sire/Warner Bros.)
cover of Madonna's Erotica album her face in white with blue eyes closed blue lips parted with teeth showing, text in cursive
November 17, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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Had a great time launching AN UNCOMMON BETROTHAL last night!
me laughing on stage, seated with a copy of an uncommon betrothal in my hands me reading from an uncommon betrothal me looking up midway through reading a pile of copies of an uncommon betrothal on display for sale on top of a tablecloth decorated with anchors and helm's wheels
November 17, 2025 at 11:18 AM
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“Revels End” - Chapter 25 is posted!

In which a sphinx is obstinate, forms must be filled and a pen is required …

Continuing the Discworld inspired story.

www.wattpad.com/story/394952...
Revels End - Jan Karlsson - Wattpad
Wilmuh Tremblerod knew from a young age that she would become the world's greatest playwright. Unfortunately, the world, and her talent (or lack of it) disagre...
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November 17, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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From my lifeguard WIP.
Loner Mitch never wanted to have a summer fling, until he fished a young surfer out of the waves, and well...
November 17, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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The term "native speaker" has been erased from education too as it's deeply discriminating and demeaning. Use "first language speaker" if you must at all. Besides "first language speakers" are not better at their own language than multilinguals as they usually have never studied grammar and syntax.
November 17, 2025 at 7:48 AM
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#Bookvember
I don't like putting things in boxes, this includes "genres", but let's just say I used to be a multi-genre reader, and in recent years, I'm reading almost exclusively queer romance with sex (the life altering, meaningful kind, not any 'token sex because it sells' kind of sex). Stories
woodenvelt.bsky.social Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 3d
Welcome to #Bookvember Day 16!

Follow the directions on the prompt card and explore the many genres readers love.

#BookSky #WriteSky #Books #Authors #WritingCommunity
Bookvember, a book share prompt game for writers and readers by @woodenvelt.bsky.social Day 16: Speaking of genres, what’s your favorite or favorites and why do you love them? Remember: Quote post using #Bookvember. Use alt text for images. Have fun and interact with others!
November 16, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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Welling evaluates his chances of getting away … they’re not good …

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips
Ducking under a series of flying bottles, some, disgustingly, were still full and thus wasting good alcohol, Welling made his way back toward Murple’s office. At least the temperance movement would be happy about the wasted alcohol, even if no-one else was. Ducking down a side-alley, Welling took a short cut closer to the docks. He wasn’t getting paid nearly enough for this. Then he stopped, mid-rush, and realised he wasn’t getting paid for this at all and licked his lips in thought. A shake of the head precipitated his run onwards. Murple would hunt him down if he failed to do what she asked and he’d rather have her, possibly not on his side, as such, but certainly not as an enemy.
November 16, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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This is the start of River's story in my dystopian sci fi WIP. (cw fear, wounds, blood)
Run, run, don’t turn around… Don’t look back… Panting breaths in those painful lungs, branches whipping into face and arms, tearing hands and skin up, thorns leaving a bloody trail. No time… to stop… Tears, wiped out. Faster… faster… Hunching over when a blast tore the air apart. That warm piss down his legs as he hid behind a tree. Heaving, tears streaming in that mad fright. The sky darkening, maybe bringing some respite with the night. A futile thought, he knew…
November 16, 2025 at 9:43 AM
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Why bother sweating, writing a blurb when the AI shit summarizes it badly.... This is on Donum's search page, and Khirion's. 🫠 I'm howling! 🤣
What’s it about? A captured Celtic slave finds unexpected freedom and love with a Roman commander, facing obstacles from Rome's scheming nobles. What’s it about? In a black castle, cursed raven-man Darven leads an army alongside his lover Kort, while uncovering his mysterious heritage amid magical creatures.
November 15, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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November 15th – progress

It isn’t easy to get Fox this angry, but her half-brother has made a valiant effort.

cw: imagined violence

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The obnoxious, spoiled jackass didn’t even know what suffering was. And part of her was dying to demonstrate for him. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it. He had poisoned her. Who would blame her? For a moment, Fox allowed the fantasy, stoked the righteous fury that had kindled in her blood. Unbidden, or at least unconsciously bidden, flames began to dance across her clenched fists, bright in the dim tunnels. And for just an instant, she could see what she would do to him, so clear that she could taste it, feel it, smell it. It was the smell that stopped her cold. She would never forget the sickly-sweet stench of burning flesh, never forget the first time… Tendrils of fear constricted her heart like a vice, strangling the anger, crushing it into nothingness. The flames died instantly. Whatever progress she had made, Fox still feared herself more than anything else. She likely always would.
November 15, 2025 at 8:35 AM
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Rory liked to travel by foot across the various regions, well, by paw or hoof, depending on the species of mount he had, instead of using the fast travel points to #transport his character.

He liked the world, the scenery and the random encounters. there was a serene beauty to the place.

#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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From my (long dormant) crime WIP.
The first time my MCs meet in the pathologists' office when grief stricken detective Donovan goes there to inquire about the victim's autopsy and meets the new doc in town. (cw talk of autopsying a child) (2 texts)
Nate’s eyes roamed his face. Young. Maybe close to his thirties. Hard to tell. A nicely sculpted face, with a mouth in a half-smile. Watching him fire up a small hotplate up and scoop some ground coffee in a metallic coffee maker, or so it seemed, adding water, he screwed the two halves together and put it on a plate. He sat then, and put his long fingers together, crossing his legs. “So… detective… what can I do for you?” “I came to ask how you’re progressing on the kid?” “I haven’t made much progress, I’m afraid.” “Oh…” He spread his hands with a small smile. “Dissecting a body needs precision and my full wits. It’s a kid. And even if you’ve signed up for this job, it can get at you. So, I’m waiting a bit to digest the idea.” “Oh… ok… It’s not like we have the whole day, you know?” Vaguely pissed, his eyes drifted to that bizarre coffeemaker which had started splattering and gurgling. The man rose and took two small glasses off a shelf, filling them with that fuming dark coffee. He gave one to Nate and sat with the other. “To your health, detective.” Nate’s eyes went a bit wide at that small glass. “Uh… sure…” “Taste it.” He had that small smile on, his lips curved up. “Don’t mind the size.” Nate looked up at his voice, at how he had curbed that last word, but those green eyes stayed unfazed. He sipped at the coffee and blinked in surprise. “Oh… this is actually quite good. Thank you.” “Better than that washing up soup you’re used to.” A slight accent in his voice. “Yeah… very funny, doctor…?” “Doctor Rainier.” “You’re French?” “Half.” He cocked an eyebrow at Nate’s puzzled face. “Stunned?” “No, I…” “And what is your name, detective Donovan? We’re having coffee, might as well become a bit more friendly.” “Nathaniel.” His heart raced a bit, because he rarely used his name in full, but didn’t feel like sharing his nickname either, the guy vaguely irritating already with his pompous behaviour. “Nathaniel…” It came out tainted with that French accent, and Nate’s chest warmed a bit. What the fuck… “I’m Eric.” “Sure… Eric…” He almost stumbled on the word and the man smiled. “Ok. Nice meeting you. When do you think you’ll be done with him?” “Nathaniel… do people call you like this? Or Nathan? Just Nate?” He swallowed; a bit mad. “Uh… Nate… for friends…” “Fine.” His lips curled up. “I might be done tomorrow, same time. Might be in the mood.”
November 15, 2025 at 11:05 AM
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Things are a’changin’ and Boulder doesn’t like it …

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
Boulder looked to Parsimony for help, but she had, somehow, calmed down and was now supervising Trillomena as the girl continued to cook, pointing out the girl’s mistakes and nodding, satisfied in her progress. She was starting to become used to it. He had started to become used to it. And Pippy had taken to it like a fish to water, preening happily as Wellie brushed her hair in long, sweeping strokes of a brush Boulder had never seen before. Well, he wasn’t going to get used to it! With a scowl at Clod, and Gully Gawk, who both saluted him, he reached out to open the door, only to find Couthly had already opened it, standing aside, bowing from the small of his back. Boulder strode out of the house, tried, and failed, to close the door himself and, with his jaw fully set in as close to anger as he could muster, started to walk toward the village for no other reason than he wanted to be alone.
November 15, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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#pretendpanel
I don't do any of them, as I only write when my characters play (and if I have time to write at all with a full-time job and running a family). I have zero self-imposed word counts, deadlines and what not. It's creative chaos adventure, always, even if I participate in a jam, like I
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#pretendpanel, even before the last big controversy, November challenges have had their ups and downs. Tell me...

November 14th: BIG Challenges during November - what's your take? Good/bad tradition?

#WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors #WritingPrompts
#pretendpanel a daily prompt tag hosted by @hiriadunning.bsky.social November 14th: BIG Challenges during November - what's your take? Good/bad tradition? Please support your fellow #pretentpanel posters with replies, likes and reposts New #pretendpanel questions every Friday and Saturday. Hop in any time!
November 14, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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#WritingPrompt
My books have all sorts of injuries, but maybe one of the fucked up ones is Darven's in my fantasy Khirion who is going through a ritual (led by the undead Khraal) to embrace a sliver of necromancy. 2 texts)(cw restraints,cutting, blood, drinking blood, suffering,hitting )
“Nobody has ever passed the last test. I lied too. They joined my army of the dead. But you managed. Which brings a new era to Andarakh. And new powers to you, khirion. Now, drink and lie back. I need to shackle you, so you don’t leap from that table.” “You said it’s painful.” “That is a statement not to be underestimated.” Darven drank, grimacing at that bitter taste. He lay back, the lights and shadows dancing above him. “What… what did you give me?” “Something to help numb the pain.” He shackled Darven to that stone slab by his wrists and ankles. Patting the chains. “Tight and strong.” He took a large dagger from his belt, the very same Darven had used in that last room. The chanting amplified then, words Darven could not understand, shivering with cold and fear. “Ready?” “I don’t know…” “I need to have an answer, khirion.” Fed up, losing his voice almost as the world turned. “Yes… ready…” Darven howled at the pain, the first cut down his left thigh, slicing across. Blood rushed out, dark, sliding into the rivulets, feeding into those holes in the ground. Khraal’s soft chanting. His right thigh, the pain like lightning, something he had never felt before. He arched his back, tugging at his shackles, but they held tight. “Stop! Stop!” But Khraal didn’t listen, sliding the dagger up to his arm, cutting deep. More blood. Chanting. Darven gulped in air, moaning, tears rushing down his face. Gods… The lights dancing as his ears buzzed. Another cut, the left arm. Trembling as his blood left him, that cool cold invading his body. “Repeat the words.” “I… I can… can’t…” Whispers, but Khraal slapped him awake. “Repeat the words.” Darven's lips trembled, waiting, trying to keep his eyes open as he swam into that sea of pain. “God of Death, I surrender to you…” “God of Death, I surrender to you…” A mere whisper, his lips bubbling up his bloodied saliva where he had bitten his cheeks. “Fill me with your power.” “Fill… me with your power….” His whispers died in the increasing chanting. “Take my blood as offering.” “Take my blood as offering…” Khraal lifted a large cup above his head, but Darven could barely see, his vision blurring as his mind was trying to go. Khraal’s voice, deep. “It is done.” Chanting. Darven saw the cup tilt, blood pouring out. His eyes went wide but that warm blood just poured on his face, hitting his parted lips. A thirst there he had never known, so he opened his mouth, wide, letting it splatter into it, gulping it down as it soaked his face, his hair. More. A steady stream as he drank, blinded by blood, his eyes shut tight at that steady warm stream. Drinking until he felt full, his flesh pulsing, filled to the brim. Heaving, licking his lips when it stopped. Feeling his shackles pop open. “Rise, khirion.”
November 14, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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From my office romance WIP. Cole tells Jean-Pierre he can go with him on the business trip to France.
Cole sighed. “I told Lorrie and all is good.” Losing his words a bit when Jean-Pierre turned to him. “I mean, I can go with you on the trip.” Jean-Pierre grinned. “She didn’t bite your head off?” “It’s not Natalie, so… It’s fine. I’ll have to help more when I get home, that’s all. It’s fair.” Jean-Pierre rolled his eyes as he broke some pieces of chocolate into their cups. “What a nightmare this sounds like, but it’s your life, my friend.” He let the machine churn the coffee into a cup, then handed it to Cole. “But we’ll have a great time in France, I’ll make sure of it.” Cole took the cup, wrapping his hands around that warmth. “if Natalie had said yes, would you have taken her?” Jean-Pierre waited until his coffee poured out, than turned and handed a spoon to Cole. “No. I like Mademoiselle but have no interest in sharing a week with her.” His eyes burned a bit as he stirred his coffee, pulling the spoon out filled with melted dark chocolate. He swirled his tongue on it, not leaving Cole’s eyes. Smiling then. “Taste it.” Cole fished some chocolate out and licked his spoon clean, his face burning a bit. “It’s good.” Looking up into Jean-Pierre’s eyes, his heart racing. “But you would spend a week with me…?” Jean-Pierre smiled. “Not only I would, but I will. It will do you good, to be away a bit. Family life can be draining, I imagine. We get along well, as guys, so all is golden.” Cole blushed a bit. “It’s our social tomorrow too…” “Oh, I’ve seen your name.” Grinning, he sipped his coffee. “I’m thrilled you could free yourself.” Cole shrugged. “Lorrie knows we have this every year.” “I hope you like dancing.” He wiggled his eyebrows, scraping the chocolate from the bottom of his empty cup. Sucking it off the spoon with a loud smack. “No… I don’t dance, usually…” “Oh, too bad. Dancing is very liberating.”
November 14, 2025 at 11:27 AM
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This Sunday! Sexy gay disabled men are FUCKING!

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Three sleeps ’til disabled hotties getting gay with it in paperback!
An Uncommon Betrothal is releasing in paperback this Sunday the 16th! The book is about a lonely and isolated disabled gentleman, Alexos Fox, who basically buries himself in his classical study and…
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November 13, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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#WritingPrompt
This is the first time the MCs of my current gladiator WIP (yes, it's Ancient Rome again, unsurprisingly...) can exchange a few words. It's also hurt-comfort with some tender wound care and yeaaarrrrning. (cw wound, pain)
Rufus was holding that pot of thick cream, meeting his amused eyes. Almost fainting, but he pushed his fingers in that coolness, and dared to put them on his wound. A soft slide, pushing the cream on that murdered skin. Watching him clench his jaw, silent. “I’m sorry…” Soft, daring this as he glanced around, but the room was busy with the doctor and some other slaves helping him and Varrus pestering the men. Looking back at him, straight into his eyes. “Thank you.” Deep, those few words made his heart warm. “It’s nothing...” Making sure that every stroke of his fingers was a caress too, making sure not to be too harsh as he smeared that cream all over his wound. Looking around, he took a bandage, and wrapped it around that thick arm. He had to lift it and the scent of his sweat made Rufus breathe shallow, that patch of dark hair under his armpit, so close. Making sure the wound was covered, he knotted that strip of fabric, patting it, soft. “All good?” “Yes.” Raising his eyebrows, his eyes asking. “I’m Rufus.” Daring a small smile when his heart was dancing. Whispering. “I know your name…” This time, he got the shadow of a smile, but they had also heard Varrus so Brutus stood, and walked away before anyone could notice anything. Rufus watched his broad back, the love handles bulging over his belt, his thick thighs, and he had to swallow. Damn it… That young heart, leaping like a colt.
November 13, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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#WIPSnips Today’s snippet continues from right where the last one ended. I like having Gunnars in my books.

#NorseMythology won’t know what hit it…

Book I:
→ www.whyodindrinks.com
“Gunnar,” interrupted the chieftain’s wife. “Have some manners. May I offer you more water, Your Grace?” “Actually, yes,” said Freya, surprising herself. She hadn’t drunk water as good and clear for many winters. The Jötunheim water tasted fresh even before it became mint tea. “And more wood on the fire.” Gunnar fulfilled her wish with such enthusiasm Freya had to stop him from burning everything in the building, including the building itself. His wife refilled Freya’s clay mug – something Freya would never touch if it didn’t contain this water – and stared at the Goddess, doe-eyed. They both loved her more than life itself, with the sort of quiet, breathless love that wouldn’t dream of saying ‘heh, heh’. Freya briefly appreciated both Bragi and Odin’s spying that led to fixing the damage before it finished occurring. She didn’t come here to bask in the warmth of adoration, though, but in search for information.
November 13, 2025 at 5:24 PM