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Share the original post if you’re interested. #transauthor #transMC #queerfantasy #WriteSky

Praise for CotW:

“A relentless, poignant, and powerful read, flowing with action, emotion, choices, and wicked twists that keep you guessing.”

“One of the best protagonists I’ve encountered in a while.”
September 18, 2026 at 5:53 PM
astrawrites.bsky.social
Hi! I'm Astra, and I write books - like this one!

TRANSPLANTS is about a security guard at a research facility on a dangerous alien planet.

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#scifibooks #scifi #polyromance #transbooks #transmc #gayromance #indiepbooks #tjland
Transplants
Transplants - Kindle edition by Land, T.J.. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. Use features like bookmarks, note taking and highlighting while reading Transplants.
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September 17, 2026 at 10:55 AM
cerisei.bsky.social
I'm backkk. Kinda.

#queerart #trans #demonxhuman #booktok #comic #nsfw #nsfwcomic #hunterxheskel #transmc #trans
August 31, 2026 at 10:39 PM
nezkovsou.bsky.social
Healing from a heartbreak, a stranger by the beach.

TransMC, erotica, a love tainted with blood, an unreliable narrator.

Ocean View: books.bookfunnel.com/gayromance-e...

#writing #transNSFW
From inside a bedroom, a window overlooked the oceans. Long draped curtains. Bloodstains on the floor. "But there was no reason for him to care that much. What's a kiss between strangers? So I stood up without delay. I bid him a quick farewell and as I headed towards the direction where I came from, he called out. "See you tomorrow." " Two hands gripping tight, pressed on a bedsheet. Blood splattered on the wrist. "The sound of flesh smacking flesh became a constant dissonance in the room, accompanied by our rough breaths and moans. "Hajin," he groaned. "Baby." One of his hands found my chin and turned me just enough for him to devour my lips." A trope page for Ocean View. CisM X TransM, healing from an unrequited love, broken friendship, one night stand, obsessive red flag, looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you. Release date 10 August 2026. Available now on payhip and smashwords. https://buy.bookfunnel.com/uul5fknz27 or https://books.bookfunnel.com/gayromance-erotica/76rs8tg8mt
September 1, 2026 at 4:10 AM
darkficgirl.bsky.social
The final chapter of my fic A Gentleman's Honour was posted last week :) If you would like to read it you can find it here: archiveofourown.org/works/882329...

Pls read included screenshots for tags + summary.

More to come soon!

#DeadDove #TransMC #DeadDoveDoNotEat #DarkFic
Summary of the work as posted on AO3: “I promise we’ll only do whatever makes you feel safe and comfortable, Jay. A Gentleman’s honour on it.” It’s always hard to find a good guy as a trans chick. But this new guy… he might be it. After more failed dates than she’d like to admit, the decision for Justine to expand her dating pool to beast men felt like a natural choice. For one thing? They seem less focused on what’s in her pants. And after seeing happy interspecies couples in her friend group, she’s ready to put herself out there. After all, who doesn’t want a big, fluffy man to cuddle with on cold winter nights? How fortuitous it was, then, when she matched with Clyde. He’s a tall, handsome wolf with the most charming smile. His profile says he loves to cuddle in the cold and spend quality time together. He’s just… perfect in every way, and he wants to take her out! And oh, he truly seems like such a gentleman. A screenshot of the tags listed on AO3. They are as follows: Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsGraphic Depictions Of ViolenceRape/Non-Con Category: F/M Fandom: Original Work Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s)Original Anthro Character(s)/Original Human Character(s) Characters: Original Trans Character(s)Original Female Character(s)Original Male Character(s)Original Non-Human Character(s)Original Anthropomorphic Character(s) Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not EatCaptivityCoercionDrug UseUnreliable NarratorPOV MultipleAnal SexEmotional/Psychological AbusePsychological TortureTrans Female CharacterStockholm SyndromeVomitingOral SexGender DysphoriaBetrayalBlood and ViolencePredator/PreyKnottingOral KnottingNon-Consensual Drug UseIsolationEmotional ManipulationCodependencyMedicalPermanent InjuryAlcoholAnthro/Human RelationshipsBad EndingFace-FuckingSize DifferenceBitingPsychological HorrorForced OrgasmSelf-HarmDissociationSuicidal Thoughts Language:EnglishSeries:Part 1 of Beasts and PlaythingsStats:Published:2026-07-09Updated:2026-08-19Words:29,046Chapters:8/9Comments:11Kudos:101Bookmarks:4Hits:1,335
August 25, 2026 at 5:05 PM
nezkovsou.bsky.social
Kiss him like you belong to him
Wabah Hama: The Plague

All-age ver: tapas.io/series/wabah...
Mature ver: tapas.io/series/wabah...

#art #OC #OCsky #writing #transman #transMC
Sketch of Fuxiao, an androgynous transman, kissing Topan, a big muscular man.
November 1, 2025 at 10:44 PM
nezkovsou.bsky.social
My first premium novel is out on Tapas! Nothing else to say!
tapas.io/series/wabah...

#WBHM #webnovel #novel #tapas #transmanMC #transman
A promo for Wabah Hama: The Plague webnovel. The descriptions are: transMC, BL, morally grey, villain, beasts, manipulative, red and black flags. Premium novel on Tapas.
July 4, 2025 at 9:46 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: assist = assistant

Adri can't hide from his min :)

(min = parent)

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Quote from Tech Prince Troubles by Blaine D. Arden:(Adri POV) Min-Tess drifted gracefully down the path, the tips of his long white fiber-optic hair sparkling, his intricate violet layered dress whispering around him, exuding his regal status. ::I knew I’d find you here. These gardens are beautiful, aren’t they? So full of life.:: His assistant hovered at a distance, blocking the path to give us space. Dressed in his preferred black suit-dress, he was often mistaken for a bodyguard, which suited Min—Queen Tess of Niralen—well. It meant fewer questions about the lack of an actual bodyguard and eliminated the need to disclose our internal security modules.
July 28, 2026 at 9:14 PM
blainedarden.com
#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day!
Today's theme: level

Stages of grief, and a literal level change.

#TheSongsWeOwe #QueerMF #TransMC #WritingCommunity #lgbtqwriters
Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: I took the floating step upstairs to freshen up. The scent of dorris and aniseed drew me to the room with the lovingly mended bags that had carried Emma through the years. It held too many memories to stay objective. Going through her flat had been bad enough. I took a breath and slipped into the bathroom. No. Better to let Steph handle it.
July 26, 2026 at 7:57 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: lobby🔄hallway

Lillian suggested to just try the lock. Michael thought it couldn't be that easy...

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: I bent my knees, let out a breath, and pressed my palm against the lock. An impenetrable, unreadable resistance pushed against me like a thick stone wall, far more intricate than a basic ward. It didn't jab or repel with instant denial, but thrummed and rippled against my skin. I held my breath. Seconds crawled by until a familiar vibrant sensation washed over me—sunshine and Emma's smile—and the wards let me in. The door whooshed open into a lavish hallway with a low, intricately carved bench on the left, beneath a high-tech, shimmering mirror, and a floating step on the right. "I can't believe that worked." I activated the gloves. "The wards were mostly unreadable, but I sensed Emma's presence in them."
July 26, 2026 at 12:47 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: double

Michael's POV.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Towering trees lined the meandering streets and framed sleek, modern cottages in all shapes and sizes. We stopped in front of a two-storey with a double hovercart bay—empty. Its windows shimmered with the latest sun-protection technology, set to opaque, so we couldn't see inside. How had Emma even found this?
July 25, 2026 at 5:14 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: cacophony (vibe)

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Joyful laughter and cheerful chatter rose as more folks arrived. Families with children wearing shirts with holo-images of their favourite teams. Groups of adults, talking animatedly, trailed by teenagers with bags slung over their shoulders. I held my breath, but none of them showed any resemblance to Jesper, with or without Rakkel jackets. What if he’d had a tournament today? Bitterroot clung to my teeth at the thought of his school playing without him. I turned away, but it was no use. No matter where I looked, there were more teenagers. Grinning. Chatting. Dragging up memories until I couldn’t swallow without tasting that acrid bitterness. I was exhausted when the doors finally closed, and the street became empty once more. And I’d left my calming drops in my bag.
July 24, 2026 at 6:25 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: dash

bittersweet memories for Michael.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: A photo of Jesper's bedroom drew my attention. Emma had circled something. I walked up to it, afraid to touch anything and mess up the screens, despite the gloves. There were four photos. Two of his bedrooms. At Emma’s, with his first Speed Hoop Relay trophy circled. And at the farm, a circle around his Irxin Dash holo pennant—his favourite closer—signed. The one he’d saved up for, that we’d spent hours in line for on a beast of a day. Dash had won my respect for taking his time and listening to Jesper ramble with a genuine smile, as if we’d been his first visitors of the day, not the two-hundredths. I followed thick arrows to the photos below. Those same items, held by an unfamiliar hand. Rough hands with wide knuckles, but perfectly manicured nails—short and painted midnight blue. Who in bollocks' name was that? And what were they doing with Jesper's stuff?
July 23, 2026 at 8:06 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: grand 🔄️ luxurious

When a house is not built for you.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Lessup and Firlenk had taste. Expensive, luxurious taste. From the sturdy, handcrafted furniture to the fractal holo art. The dappled orange and muted purple walls made the room feel like eternal sunset. Yet, something seemed off. With every step, every turn of my head, I wanted to reach for something to hold on to, wanted to press myself against the wall. Only when I braced myself on the ornate dinner table—solid craftsmanship, but pitched a key too low—did it dawn on me that everything in this room had been built with gnomes and dwarves in mind. Low furniture plus a standard-height ceiling equalled mind-fuck... and an iffy stomach.
July 22, 2026 at 9:22 AM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: pry🔄️searched

Lurwick is not the place to be. At least, not for Lillian.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: I grabbed my phone and searched for the coordinates. It didn’t take long to find them. Onster in Tennek County. Less than an hour from Lurwick. I didn’t like how everything seemed to lead to Lurwick.
July 21, 2026 at 9:51 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: divine

I went for a vibe. Michael, faced with a poster of Emma and Lillian in their early days.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Rough Rock in their early years. Emma, radiant in a bright sundress, her long, wild waves dancing across her glistening suntanned skin. The same image her wards called up. The way I’d always remember her. Endless sunshine and so full of life. Beside her, Lily in platform boots with tight trousers and a layered purple tunic hanging off one shoulder. Her dress-style hadn’t changed much, but the contrast with the woman standing next to me couldn’t be bigger. More than the lack of horns or the messy, layered curly shag she sported back then.
July 19, 2026 at 10:48 AM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: next

Michael hoped to find Emma at her flat.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Emma’s phone lay on the island, next to her lehrab plant in its milky blue pot—the only plant in the flat. I pressed my palm against the scratched screen, but it remained dark and unresponsive, and didn’t even show a holo-message. That explained why she hadn’t answered.
July 18, 2026 at 5:10 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: aquire

No aquire in my manuscript, so I'm leaving you with earnings... a month's worth at that.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: “We talked about the attraction and the dangers of that place, since he started school.” He uttered a pained laugh. “We compared it to his sprite-dust allergy, and asked him how he’d feel if he infected someone else just by smiling at them. He insisted on wearing an anti-infection filter for weeks.” Must have been Emma’s idea. She’d spent half a month’s worth of earnings on dodgy undetectable anti-infection mods that didn’t even stop a simple cold, hoping it would shield against our voices.
July 17, 2026 at 1:55 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: rush 🔄️ surge

This is after Michael first found out his ex-wife and son are missing.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: I tossed and turned all night, drifting into sleep only to jolt awake with a panicked urge to call both numbers. It took me longer each time to count popping posies until my mind finally calmed enough to doze off again, only for the next surge of panic to wake me. Morning came too soon. I stumbled down the stairs with a massive headache, thumb hovering over the call button of my phone. I wasn’t sure what scared me more: that they’d pick up as if nothing had happened, or that they wouldn’t respond at all.
July 16, 2026 at 8:10 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: coach. Well... a cart is a coach, too, right?

Visiting a deceased loved one's flat is hard enough, more so when doing so with a man who hated you.

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A quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Crouching next to Michael, I leaned into the blanket he held and inhaled Emma’s scent. The balcony doors slid open, and the outside world rushed in. Folks chatted below us, the breeze swept between us, and carts rumbled in the distance. I fought the urge to hide myself in her pillows and crept along the balustrade, catching Michael’s brittle expression in the glass. I sneaked from balcony to balcony while he shook out the blanket to distract nosy neighbours until I reached the stairs.
July 15, 2026 at 8:21 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: substitute 🔄️ replacement

*snort* Yeah, Lillian does not like talking about her feelings.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: “You want to talk about it?” *Oh, fuck no!* I took a breath and calmed myself by imagining Emma pulling her arm back, ready to swing at Michael. Ally’s grin widened. “Yeah. I thought as much.” She patted my knee and checked her watch. “You okay to walk home? I’d drive you, but I need to find a replacement musician for this afternoon.” “I’ll be fine.”
July 10, 2026 at 7:32 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: keep

It's complicated is the best way to describe Lillian's history with Emma (and Michael).

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: If I hadn’t walked into the local Safety Office all those years ago, if I hadn’t given myself up, Jesper would have grown up without his mother. She’d have gone back to the band—to Vex—to keep him safe. It had been in her eyes, in her voice, in the way she cradled Jesper, even if she didn’t say it out loud.
July 10, 2026 at 7:26 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: humid

I was sure I had humid in this manuscript... turns out, I don't.
So, damp it is :)

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden I brushed my fingers along the lehrab’s stem. Guilt gnawed at me every time I made her the vocal inhibitor potion—for taking away her singing voice. Even if the alternatives were worse. The soil was damp, but the poor thing was down to a handful of leaves. Emma rarely cut it back this much.
July 8, 2026 at 7:42 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: quarter

No quarters in any shape or form, so I went with a vibe... and ended up with short-term, instead.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Emma’s coordinates sat on the southwest edge of the city. I’d expected a short-term rental or a lock-up, but what I’d found was a sleek cottage in an upscale district. The property registry listed the owners as Lynn Lessup and Gale Firlenk. A search turned up a ward engineering firm with the same name—the country’s largest. The couple were out west, overseeing a major re-warding in Barrel. How had Emma ended up in their empty house?
July 7, 2026 at 8:04 PM
blainedarden.com
#WIPSnips: stadium 🔄️ venue

The only place Lillian is allowed to sing.

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Quote from The Songs We Owe by Blaine D. Arden: Spread out across the small venue, our audience waited with clenched hands, bouncing knees, and restless expressions. A few leaned forward as if bracing themselves while the musicians prepped their instruments. I stepped up to the mic, the cool metal soothing against my sweaty palm, counting breaths until the lights dimmed. My first notes rumbled across the floor, vibrated up the walls, and washed over the patients in gentle, healing waves, bolstered by the wards. The acoustics were a sound-engineer’s dream, wrapped in sterile shades of neutral.
July 6, 2026 at 8:46 PM