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RJBeary | Author ✍🏾📚
@rjbeary.bsky.social
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✨Queer romantic fantasy writer ✨🌈📚 💙📚
Professional binge watcher 📺
Tiktok: @authorrjbeary
Website: https://raebeary.wordpress.com/
Sometimes I write short stories: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/rae-beary/

#amquerying #amwriting
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RJBeary | Author ✍🏾📚 @rjbeary.bsky.social · Apr 21
Excerpt from my manuscript Lavon’s Covenant 😭 This is my favorite scene in the whole book.

Art by my friend Keonda 💛
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#amquerying #bvm
A Korean young man holds a Black young man close, exchanging a passionate look and soft smiles Kai’s expression softens, the tension leaving his shoulders. He exhaled like he’s been holding that breath for months, maybe longer. “I knew it,” he whispers. Something about the way he says it—the quiet certainty, the warmth in his eyes—cupping my face until her pulls me toward him. I lean in, and so does he. My heart thunders in my chest, magic sparking at my fingertips. When our lips meet, it’s like flipping a switch. A rush of energy flows out of me, crackling in the air around us like static, causing him to shudder. Kai pulls back, laughing, eyes wide with awe. “Holy shit! Is that magic?” I laugh too, the sound shaky with disbelief and exhilaration. “Yeah,” I manage, brushing my hand over his as they still hold my head in place. He grins. “Do it again.”
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My goal is to cut ~10k words from Lavon’s Covenant so it’ll be under 100k. I cut ~300 from chapter one. 26 chapters to go
#writingcommunity #queerwriters #amwriting #amediting #amquerying
September 4, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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I'm convinced I'll never be successful at social media because I can never remember to post unless I'm writing 🤦🏾‍♀️ And based on how much I post, that should hint at how much time I spend writing. So, let me get back to it 😆
September 2, 2025 at 10:18 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: For this scene, I asked myself, what's a mortal experience so ridiculous that if explained, even witches would think it was crazy? The answer: Space Jam.
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity
“It’s kind of like basketball,” Ivan explains, glancing at Coop for confirmation, who nods enthusiastically. “Two teams compete to score by getting the ball in each other’s goals. But with magic, the goal teleports around the court, so you have to use spells to anticipate where it’s going to be and time your plays perfectly. It’s fast, unpredictable, and intense.” Coop chimes in, turning to me with a grin, his hands full of what looks like popcorn but, as Ivan had informed me, was actually the popped bones of a sea serpent’s spine—explaining the faint green tint. “Ooh, Lavon, Telegoal is like real-life Space Jam when you add magic,” he says, nudging me, as if trying to lift the mood. “What in mortal hell is Space Jam?” Demaria asks, her tone sharp with skepticism, like she can’t decide if the concept is too ridiculous or too intriguing to ignore.
August 6, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon and Kai have ✨chemistry✨
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #queerwriters #writingcommunity #friendstolovers 🌈📚
My shoulders relax as I scan over the chemistry equations, and I settle into the familiar rhythm of organizing our supplies. My hands move on their own, separating beakers and test tubes, labeling everything neatly—mostly for Kai’s sake. He watches with his chin propped on his hand, clearly unbothered that I’ve taken the reins and am about to get very bossy. “I love it when you tell me what to do,” he says in an exaggerated, ruttish tone, batting his eyes at me. I roll mine, but when I point to the goggles and gloves and tell him to suit up, he smirks, leans closer, and murmurs just loud enough for me to hear, “Are you this forceful when telling someone to undress?” I forget myself and smirk back. “Are you trying to find out?” He places a gloved hand over his heart, pretending to swoon while dramatically wiping his goggles. “Don’t tease me, Lavon.”
August 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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I didn't have positive, so here's certain.
From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon's mom is using Uncle Sterling and the amplifier as a cautionary tale. Dad...not so much.
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm
Dad strides into the dining room carrying a steaming casserole dish of shredded chicken smothered in homemade queso, his glasses half-fogged from the heat and a pleased smile spreading across his face. “You know, I think Maynard tried to steal it for political gain, so Sterling stashed it away,” he says, lifting a knowing brow—the one he always uses when he’s certain he’s right. Mom glares at him, her lips pressing into a tight line. “The point is,” she says sharply, her words clipped, “Sterling decided it was too dangerous and destroyed it.” Dad sits across from me, raising his palms in surrender before making a zipper motion over his lips. Then, when mom isn’t looking, he leans toward me conspiratorially as he piles my plate with chicken, whispering, “Or he hid it.”
August 5, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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So getting back to basics gave me idea for content. Idk if it helped all that much with my writing. I guess we’ll see when we start editing/revising again
rjbeary.bsky.social RJBeary | Author ✍🏾📚 @rjbeary.bsky.social · Aug 4
For writing time today we’re going back to basics
August 4, 2025 at 9:07 PM
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For writing time today we’re going back to basics
August 4, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon seeks more information about his mysterious uncle from the Council of Cousins. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm 💙📚
Dares: Sterling was a genius! Highly accomplished in both science and magic. Me: So, why has no one heard of him? Dares: Maynard’s jealousy! Alexina: He scrubbed Sterling’s name from the witch world as much as he could. Seven: Most of the spells in the family spellbook are actually Sterling’s. Alexina: And some mainstream ones, too. Danielle: The Hush Little Baby spell that’s trending on MomWitchTok? Totally Sterling’s. Just colonized. Hanna: Lavon, I don’t know how your mom raised you without powers. When my baby cries, I just tap both eyes and her nose while singing, and she’s out like a light.
August 3, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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I've posted this from Lavon's Covenant before, but it's honestly so funny. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #queerwriters #writingcommunity 💙📚
“You know—” We both freeze when the door to the courtyard opens, and Coop’s voice rings out. “I’m sitting outside with the rest of the student body, minding my business, when I happen to glance up from my taco over at this open window—” He gestures dramatically toward the nearly floor-to-ceiling windows that line the hallway. “—and see you two engaged in magical battle!” I facepalm. Romantic entanglements really do make you stupid. “Coop, can you take care of it?” I ask, the words practically sighing themselves out of me. “I can’t stop time and force the entire school to drink an amnesia potion, Lavon,” he deadpans.
August 2, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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Aaaand just like that I found myself back in someone’s classroom without getting to do any fun writing stuff. Unfortunately, my life is just not set up in a way where writing can be my full-time job, even if I want it bad enough
August 2, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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I didn't have cheat, so here's ✨betray✨
From Lavon's Covenant: Mr. Baez's advice is "don't let 'em see you sweat." (this is also my formal apology to the state of Kentucky 😅)
#WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #writingcommunity 💙📚
Maynard’s attention returns to me, his frown deepening into a permanent groove. “You’ll serve your time at the Correctional School for Delinquent Witches for twenty days…until your eighteenth birthday. After which, you will be transferred to a witch correctional facility to serve twenty years.” My heart pounds like a hammer against my chest. Mr. Baez’s warning not to let them see me sweat rings in my ears, but my body betrays me. A bead of sweat forms on my temple as panic overwhelms me. “And once you’ve completed your sentence,” Maynard continues with cold precision, “you’ll be released, stripped of your magic, and exiled to Kentucky.” “Kentucky?” Councilwoman Donners blurts, raising a brow. “There’s nothing magical in Kentucky,” Councilman Morris intones gravely.
August 1, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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💙📚 From Coop's Sidequest: And they were ✨ roommates ✨ #WIPSnips #amwriting #queerwriters #writingcommunity #enemiestolovers #roommateswithbenefits 🌈📚
I sigh. “You don’t have to say anything right now. We can drop the whole thing if you want,” I offer as I stand from the bed, letting my sheets fall from around my waist. Ivan watches me this time as I gather my clothes from the floor and redress. It’s silent for a long moment. Just me with my back to Ivan, pretending I don’t feel him watching me. “If we do this,” he starts, words weighted and slow to come, “it would be…” “Casual,” I finish for him. “Of course.” “Like stress relief,” I add. “Something to take the edge of.” “Roommates with benefits,” Ivan says as if trying out the phrase on his tongue. I grin. “I split the rent, and I’m a good lay. How lucky are you?”
July 31, 2025 at 1:00 PM
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From Coop's Sidequest: Magic requires focus and exercise. Mr. Baez demonstrates with a little live, laugh, love. Coop just wants his dad to stop being embarrassing 💙📚 #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #queerwriters #bvm #amwriting
He lowers himself into a squat and focuses in on one of the decorative rocks on our lawn. Dad found them at a craft store one day and they say “Live. Laugh. Love.” Them combined with the pink flamingos lined along the driveway make our yard look so mortal, it’s disarming. He lifts the rock while inhaling and lowering further into the squat, legs widening but sturdy. He lowers it on the exhale as he rises. He inhales again, grunting this time as he squats. I glance around the slowly brightening neighborhood, hoping the streets are still empty. Not because I’m worried about people see our magic, but because I don’t want anyone to see my dad squatting and grunting. “Can you please stop that?” I ask, covering part of my face with my hand, voice lowered into almost a whisper.
July 30, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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So, I disappeared again 🤦🏾
Y'all, it's hard to stay consistent without structure and a schedule. When you're unemployed, looking for employment and gig jobs is your full-time job, and then I'm too exhausted for anything else.
July 26, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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Promoting myself makes my skin crawl, so I'll make it quick

I'm active on my tiktok now (authorrjbeary) if anyone wants to listen to me yap about writing there too
July 4, 2025 at 11:23 PM
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Promoting myself makes my skin crawl, so I'll make it quick

I'm active on my tiktok now (authorrjbeary) if anyone wants to listen to me yap about writing there too
July 4, 2025 at 11:23 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Some of Lavon's rogue magic turns into a scene from The Birds. 💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #writingcommunity #queerwriters
The spark leaps from my finger like a rogue firework, missing the rock entirely—and instead landing on a bird pecking at crumbs nearby. In an instant, that bird becomes two, then four, then eight, then… well, let’s just say the courtyard quickly fills with a flurry of squawking, flapping birds. People start screaming and ducking as the birds dive-bomb, pecking at anything they see.
July 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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Helen Keller and LL Cool J were alive at the same time.

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July 3, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Kenly is a perfectly normal mortal girl. Exactly what Kai deserves. That's what Lavon thinks. No matter how he feels about Kai. 💙📚 #wipsnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm #queerwriters #friendstolovers 🌈📚
When he finally looks at me, I keep my brow raised, waiting for more. He sighs heavily, tossing the daisy aside. “Don’t get me wrong. She’s nice. She’s normal. She hasn’t made a single joke about eating me.” “And…?” I prompt, rolling onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. Kai frowns, the crease between his brows deepening as he watches the daisy tumble away in the breeze. “You don’t like her,” he says quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. I let out a sharp exhale, guilt tugging at my chest. “Ignore me,” I say, waving off his concern. “I’m hardheaded, judgmental, and resistant to change. I’m basically a crotchety old man trapped in a teenager’s body.” I force a grin. “Kenly is…perfect and normal.”
July 3, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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Today's wipsnip word of the day is deep, and apparently, my characters take a lot of deep breaths 🥴
July 3, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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I might do another edit/revision of Lavon's Covenant. That would be draft 7 or 8. I really just want to get it under 100,000 words
July 3, 2025 at 5:13 PM
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I didn't have yesterday, but I did have tomorrow.
From Coop's Sidequest: Coop is hurting, but he's also learning not to lash out at the people he loves. Save that for therapy 💙📚 #wipsnips #amwriting #queerwriters #enemiestolovers 🌈📚
Ivan’s eyes follow me. “Where are you going?” he asks. “Lavon and I are going to a bar,” I say. I surprise myself when a quip about being surprised he cares about my comings and goings is the second thing to pop into my head. I don’t even feel the urge to say it out loud. I can’t punish Ivan for moving on when I pushed him away. I’m gonna complain about it for the entire ninety minutes of my therapy session tomorrow, but I’m not going to lash out.
July 3, 2025 at 12:18 AM
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Up at 4am after only 3 hours of sleep because anxiety I guess 🤷🏾‍♀️
July 1, 2025 at 8:39 AM
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I wrote 1,843 words toward Coop's Sidequest today. Total: 44,924 words.

and posted my very first tiktok 🍾 It's just yapping about Gilmore Girls but still
June 30, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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Me: *proudly explaining to my therapist Coop's "people don't love me, they leave me" mentality*
Therapist: Are you Coop?
Me:
a little girl wearing glasses and a headband is holding a teddy bear ..
Alt: Marsai from Blackish clutching her pearls
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June 30, 2025 at 6:04 PM