Dyre
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Sad monster and resident coffee gremlin what writes about uncomfortable subjects and fantastical things that lurk in dark places. Your presence is consent to share in those subjects but you may leave at any time. || https://linktr.ee/dyrewrites ||
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'Ello, I am a sad monster what writes about unsettling and fantastical things that lurk in dark places. Mostly horror flavored, some erotically charged, and all of it weird.

If this interests you, have this link:
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Six horror short covers with the words, "looking to be a touch disturbed, or unsettled?" above them
dyre.bsky.social
I love this movie to bits and also want that book. It genuinely scared me, and that is difficult for a movie to do. Watching it as a parent added a new layer of fear, putting it close enough to reality to give me the worst, most vivid nightmares I'd had since childhood. >.<
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I will work on #BeneaththeBrine, my ocean #horror novella, Monday. Until then, here is a bit of it I wrote yesterday...to prove I am writing and not just yelling at the spellcheck.
My panic weren't endin' with their sweet words and hands. Every slap of water against the hull sent me back to the Magpie. Alone. With the creak of wood, the flap of shredded sails and wretched memories as my only company.

I'd long ago steeled my gut to the motion but with naught but grog and guilt in me it were difficult not to fall against it. To sway off key to the pitch and yaw and color the deck in sick.

Weren't no sweet words or hands there. No soft sheets and warm bodies.

Only my cowardice and the howl of a distant storm promisin' to wash me away. A promise it wouldn't keep. I knew it wouldn't. I'd been judged and left to suffer the pain of an empty gut and a full skull.
dyre.bsky.social
Spellcheck hates me for my vast and archaic vocabulary.
dyre.bsky.social
Looking through #WealdandWen and playing with formatting before starting on edits, because why not just do that now it's not like I'm trying to finish a short story and novella by Halloween or anything.

Spellcheck, "what is 'brume', what is 'perse', 'snuck' is not a word"

I wish to murder.
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It is fun to complain, mildly, about all the things I have to do in order to get this novel out into the world only to have someone pop into my comments trying to sell me their editing services.

I don't care how nicely you do it, I'm not looking for help, I didn't ask. Please don't do that.
dyre.bsky.social
He gets angry, typically. A sadistic, salacious rage would be more apt. The target of which he'll take apart and play with. Or find something else to do that with if said target isn't a living thing or one of his mechanical eyes he imbued with emotion.

...it makes him happy to hurt things.
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Because he's haunting me about the next book, I'm going to use #WealdandWen 's Parnamyr for this one.

He's highly organized, methodical and obsessively tidy. Also terribly emotional; the slightest provocation can ruin everything.

One does not want Parnamyr to be spontaneous.
#WritingPrompts
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Is your character organized and methodical, or more chaotic?

Do they prefer to plan things out carefully, or be spontaneous and improvise?

Do they keep their belongings neat and tidy, or are they a bit messy?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
dyre.bsky.social
...show them Berserk >.>
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Editing is essential. I have bouts of obsessive energy wherein I ignore everything else to write. The house will be a mess and my family and I probably starving but hey...I got a novel. Can't guarantee it'll be any good but it's there.
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#WealdandWen doesn't have any mentioned. But, due to how the main three treat possessions and the forethought of giving something to another, you could probably give any of them a leaf they watched you pick up off the ground and they'd treasure it.

Delgrij gives the best gifts >.>
#Writingprompts
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Let's talk about gifts!🎁

Are there gift giving occasions in your world? If so, is your character easy to buy for?

What do they like to get? (Items, experiences, other?)

Do they give good gifts to others?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
dyre.bsky.social
This is very true and thank you. I wish you the same. ^.-
dyre.bsky.social
It...so much T^T

Not sure I'll get the novella or short done in time this year because edits and covers but the novel is done. It is in beta hands. It might make it. I hope.
dyre.bsky.social
I published four shorts and a novella one year, one short the next and planning a short, novella and novel this year. Also drafted four novels (160k-220k in length) over two years but haven't published them because editing and cover art is time-consuming and I'm doing this alone.
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Authors, in the interest of helping readers spot gen ai 'authored' books, how many novels do you publish a year?

I publish one 80-100k+ word (epic fantasy) novel, and I can only do that because I drafted 8 novels before I started publishing any. 📚💙
dyre.bsky.social
Parnamyr. He's somewhat of a living puppet who makes puppets of living things and 'plays' with them often. Highly intelligent and deeply flawed, the only things he cares for as more than toys are his sister and his creator. Though he does toy with his sister often enough to be uncomfortable.
Parnamy Ophmit Dox, the Lady's Scholar, Child of Blood and currently an amalgam of bark, metal, various leathers and ethereal thread tormenting living things for fun, study and sustenance. This is a bust of him making a confusing expression, his four arms wriggling in-frame. Parnamy Ophmit Dox, the Lady's Scholar, Child of Blood and currently an amalgam of bark, metal, various leathers and ethereal thread tormenting living things for fun, study and sustenance. He is bursting from a frame of stones, lidded eyes and tongue lasciviously licking his cheek as one of his four hands reaches for you. Parnamy Ophmit Dox, the Lady's Scholar, Child of Blood and currently an amalgam of bark, metal, various leathers and ethereal thread tormenting living things for fun, study and sustenance. Here is grinning at work on a spent doll, sewing it back up after whatever horrors he enacted upon it. The workshop he tends to his toy in is bordered by writhing figures in stone and watched by a tiny winged pebble. Parnamy Ophmit Dox, the Lady's Scholar, Child of Blood and currently an amalgam of bark, metal, various leathers and ethereal thread tormenting living things for fun, study and sustenance. At rest, in his sitting room, he regales a recording device shaped after his own face of all the horrors he's committed last light. His sister, a winged pebble of a creature, sits on another of his devices decidedly not listening.
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dyre.bsky.social
I want to join the groups going for archons or eidolons, because it is impossible to do those alone, but I will have a panic attack.

So I'll slowly grind rep with dumb 90s kids and tortured plant people until they stop giving me things to do, never quite reaching max potential on any of my frames.
dyre.bsky.social
It is weird to play MMOs as someone who doesn't like to play with strangers. It used to be different and I made friends through random groups but I've grown more nervous over the years and can't even handle the rush groups that don't speak.

Which is to say Warframe has become difficult to play. T^T
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As if she weren't already a terrifyingly chic fashion icon. (This is cute though)
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Mushy vampires for you today, #WIPSnips as the wheel said #BeforeDeluca and the first instance of this word brought this
Hearing him and knowing well what he meant, with a gnawing desire to voice it myself, I couldn’t keep from teasing again, “what was that, my dream?” Shoving me, he kept quiet, waiting for my sincerity. I gave it and the words he sought—before he could—coiling tighter to whisper it in his ear, “I love you, Lucient.”
Lips answered with hungry kisses before he whispered back, “I love you, Ludovico,” more covered my cheeks and my neck as he said it again, “so much I love you,” and extra beside, grabbing my face and feeding more hungry kisses to my lips, “thank you for staying...for loving me. Thank you.”
That night I learned one does not need a soul to love, as I well and truly did love him—for all our eternity I will—and there was never any doubt he felt the same. 
A strange feeling, that love; warm, whole, pulsing as a second heartbeat within me. I’d loved, surely, but never like I loved him—nor would I again—though I dreamed of it. A romantic might say Lucient was the answer to those dreams. But I doubt a romantic would have counted a night of wanton slaughter as a date or held it among their most prized examples of their love. No, ours was unique in many ways and terribly mundane in others. 
I ached for so many years to hold someone the way I held him, to be held how he held me, to touch and kiss but also laugh and cry. To find that, to have that after so long being denied, forbidden even...if someone had told me I died, truly died, and those weeks—months—with him were my own personal heaven I would have believed them.
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I don't normally do this, but I've been burning the candle at both ends.

Other half had a major op earlier this year and now I'm in hospital for an investigation.

Regardless of what's wrong, I need rest, but I've had little work this year.

I'd appreciate if anyone is able to help out.
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The same can be said if they *ask* for a commission without you ever seeing them previously. Without them ever liking a thing. You post a dumb little art and here's some guy with no face asking you to message them immediately so they can commission you.

They are a bot, friends. A lying bot.
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Okay I might have gotten carried away...
Cover art sketch featuring a giant eye and a silhouette of a woman trapped inside the iris. Title reads 'Not Me'