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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️
@maximejaz.bsky.social
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Non-binary trans masc. Bi. He/They. 49. Author of queer erotic romance🔥 I write about guys falling in love in various spaces and times.
Love conquers all. 🏳️‍🌈🔞F*ck AI.
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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: ‘Just Stay Calm!’
Prompt: ’Laser’

#WiPSnips
The first day of the festival began with Michelle in a foul mood, which wasn’t all that different from most days, but was sorely compounded by the fact that she did, indeed, look like a child on Halloween and not in the slightest like Granny Weatherwax at all. She had the long black dress, the, frankly, enormous boots that peeked out from under the hem of the dress making her look as though she had unnaturally large feet, and the hat, that she felt certain was actually taller than she was and needed paper stuffed under the brim to stop it falling over her eyes. And a broom. Betty had found an actual broom, like a witch’s broom. And that, too, seemed a lot taller than her. Celebrations began with a not-quite appropriate laser show, dampened somewhat by the fact that today, unlike the other day, was incredibly bright and the light show lost much of its majesty by being just a little bit dull. Still, to say it was the first day, there were crowds aplenty, some in cosplay, most not. And then she heard the falsetto, tuneless singing from the other room and Katie defined the word ‘flounced’, by entering in remarkably dramatic fashion, bonking people on the head with a sparkly wand as she passed. “But …” Michelle wafted the end of the broomstick Katie’s way. “… but …”
February 18, 2026 at 9:12 AM
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Fuck AI.
everywriter.bsky.social Every Writer @everywriter.bsky.social · 1d
Writers if you could drop your novel or short story into an AI and have it make a great and watchable movie out of your story, and you could sell that movie, would you do it? #writers #WritingCommunity
February 17, 2026 at 9:17 PM
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Author - first page - cover
Grey scale yof my fave hidden behind my black cat ,only my eye is visible next to his Marius walked into the ample room, his mood dark. He was tired and the last thing he wanted was to attend this reception, but he had to, Lucius being his host on his voyage to Rome. He was coming back from campaign and his army camped outside whilst he enjoyed Lucius’ hospitality. Now, after having bathed and changed clothes, he was ready to attend the festivities, though he was not looking forward to them at all. He lay down on one of the beds where a young slave had led him, and he let him fill his cup. He swirled the rich wine, looking around, vaguely bored already, this life seeming surreal after the realities of war and endless marches. There were various countryside nobles lying around, their ages differing, and soon, he presumed, dancers, slaves, and drunk guests. He knew where this would lead, and his mouth turned sour. He raised his head when Lucius entered, a small smile on his long face with a nose like an eagle’s beak. The man was in his fifties and well-known for his ambitions. M Cover of Donum by Maxime Jaz book 1 of Omnia Vincit amor trilogy. A young man with golden skin, head bowed with a chain snaking from his neck to his armpit
February 17, 2026 at 8:26 PM
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My new book comes out 4th March so here's a small cover teaser for you. Cover and title reveal tomorrow! 😁 😘

A spoiled, young rich brat riddled with addictions and his broken-hearted bodyguard with a flailed soul nursing the same dark hate... Two fucked up men and their torn hearts.
torn paper effect with black paper with white edges leaving a diagonal strip fropm bottom left to top right, only showing a glimps of a man's lower face and raised hand, a green ribbon, and a man's naked chest. The men are greyscale on black background.
February 17, 2026 at 8:00 PM
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#WIPSnips
Being trapped in the minotaur's labyrinth is one thing, developing feelings is another... (from my minotaur WIP) (cw talk of death, killing)
Theseus chest flamed up. “And what if I don’t want to? Don’t I get a say in this?” “No. Your death is my choice.” “And staying with you?” This time, his eyes went a bit wide, the white rimmed red as he looked at him. “What?” “Staying with you. What if I want to… stay here.” I’m mad… but he held that gaze. “If this is another one of your tricks, human, then I might just kill you now.” “Not a trick.” He snorted and turned back to the flames. “You had me believing for a moment that you would want to be with me, the monster you came to slay, but I know I disgust you. And that’s fine. You are a fine man. I’ll have my fun with you and eat you then. A circle of life if you will. And have fond memories of our times together. Nobody ever lived this long, here. Appreciate this to its just value.” He stood, looking down at him. “I know how I look, so don’t try to make me believe you have any interest in staying with me.”
February 17, 2026 at 7:50 PM
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bringing my short botanical horror to #sludgepit

A grieving biologist loses herself in the woods looking for her missing ex. A peculiar comfort awaits in the heart of the forest.

🌱 vore
🌱 gore
🌱 unlabeled aphrodisiacs
🌱 plantfuckery
🌱 9K words

link: anakidd.itch.io/drosera

#P #HR
Cover of Doce Drosera showing a dark skinned woman with red and yellow tentacles entangled around her breasts and stomach, her mouth open and sweat drops on her body. We can see strands of brown hair and her open mouth, but her eyes are covered by a black line in the top of the illustration. In the black line there is the quote Forests are no place for lover's quarrels in white. The title Doce Drosera is in the lower half of the illustration, over her stomach and separated from the art by a pink background with very low transparence. Below the title we have the credits: story by anita and cover art by clara (mayalla on bsky) "Such a gentle flower to the very end." Drosera magnifica - sundew with long green and pink stems covered in glue drops to attract food “So? Are you coming? Last chance, darling.” “I’ll pass. I have a paper to finish. Bring me a souvenir.” The brunette leaned on the couch, focusing on running fingers through her loose ponytail to avoid the ginger’s unforgiving green eyes. “Ah, so now you’re a nerd. Fine, Van. I’ll bring you the ugliest mug I can find.” “Thanks, babe.” She winked, stealing the joint for herself. “I can always trust your bad taste.”
February 17, 2026 at 6:58 PM
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astramachina.bsky.social
Behold‼️

WHITEFISH. An M/M Contemporary Gothic/erotic novella set in the 1980s.

A high school senior must decide whether to continue his beguiling father's legacy, or break away from the horrific cycle baked into the DNA of "American Family Values". It's not as easy as he hopes.

#sludgepit #wip #E
a navy blue 70s car parked on a grassy hill. in white text: whitefish, three cheers for America's sweethearts. as if written on a flash card: sludgepit. "local celebrity (45M) jealous of son's (18M) prom date (17F). is massive fucking loser about it."; He's 18 but like. c'mon man.; There's "toxic" and then there's THIS.; A 1980s American Gothic; WHITEFISH; Smut with plot; cis!M/trans!M; D/S dynamics; "do you WANT him or do you just want to BE him?"-type gender BS; daddy-o/sonny boy; a psychological horror masquerading as a "romance". The resurrection of Bt. Hearst. Vincent Wright, charming, beguiling, and All-American family man—beloved television personality & Whitefish, Montana's Golden Boy—has a secret he will never tell. Milo Wright, high school senior, bully, and rebel without a cause—the son who'd been born a daughter—is determined to exploit it. Milo is off to college in four months. Vincent knows he's never returning home. They might as well play this depraved little game. A contemporary gothic. a three by three moodboard: a diner booth, an open door, someone standing on an old TV, a small mountain town, a beam of light over bed sheets, an 'on air' sign, a 70s TV set up, a person's shadow, a young person laying back on snow with their face hidden by red and black squiggles. on top of the images is a piece of flash card that says "Whitefish, Montana, class of '86"
February 17, 2026 at 6:22 PM
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My contribution to #sludgepit is my Gothic horrormance with people-eating necromancers, dubiously consented to servitude, and a feral black cat main character who would fight anything and anyone. #HR #DR #WIP
A dimmed photo of juicy-looking pomegranate seeds and the following text: The lich had the same warm aura, but instead of the welcoming heat of a radiant springtime sun after the cold winter, it was the aura of a fading twilight sun. Still trying to warm the world, but it left a bitter sensation upon the skin. “Come.” The lich’s voice was soft as his crimson-stained fingers curled around the curved handle of his cane, which Dobroslav numbly held onto. “You said you’d follow me into the depths of hell?” The lich’s smile was a warm contrast to his corpse-cold grasp on Dobroslav’s hand. “Let’s go deeper in, then.” Cannibal Candy by Ezra Arndt.
February 17, 2026 at 6:19 PM
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Eat Me #WIP #sludgepit #HR

“You can’t consume me without belonging to me. You’ll never be rid of the pieces of me that cling to your insides, pooling into your pores, your glands, your viscera. When you are me, and I am you…this is love. And no one will be able to kill me in any way that matters.”
Eat Me WIP excerpt: You can’t consume me without belonging to me. You’ll never be rid of the pieces of me that cling to your insides, pooling into your pores, your glands, your viscera. When you are me, and I am you…this is love. And no one will be able to kill me in any way that matters. Eat Me WIP description: It is an honor to be chosen to worship a goddess, one Ayuni is quick to accept despite the requirement of eternal chastity. But once she meets the goddess in the flesh, the intoxicating allure of this beautiful and powerful immortal might be too much to bear. Keeping her virtue intact is impossible when an entirely different kind of worship is within reach. Dewi has spent centuries above and apart from mortals, never questioning her role as a goddess. when Ayuni, her eager new devotee, begins to make peculiar advances, dewi finally sees the loneliness of her own holiness. What depths of depravity will she descend into for a chance at love? Eat Me WIP tropes: Corruption arc. Cannibalism as love. Women’s wrongs. Purity culture and shame. Sapphic tragedy. Dark/toxic romance. Eat Me WIP inspirations: Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolás. The Gemma Doyle Trilogy by Libba Bray. The Brothers Grimm. Salem (tv series). Landscapes of Ephemera duology by Anne Bishop. Insolence by Gwin Savage.
February 17, 2026 at 6:01 PM
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Kross Rivas sketch.

Protag of Alligator Boy, written by Revon M. Castillo (me).

a bloody & queer erotic story coming 2026.

- latino trans man with agoraphobia
- south carolina swamps might be sentient & have God
- hea achieved thru eating your enemies
- sloppy swamp sex

#questpit #w #rf #h #e
January 31, 2026 at 6:10 PM
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ALLIGATOR BOY

To avoid the past, Kross tries not to leave his house unless beckoned by the charming and mysterious Malik, his paramour. When one call leaves him stumbling into every face he's avoided, Kross finds himself unearthing secrets the swamp itself can't bury.

#questpit #w #rf #e #h #a #dr
The background of a cypress swamp is covered by a gold disc, and the silhouette of a man standing before it on the upper half of the promo, with the author's name centered and at the very top, stating: revon m. castillo. On the lower half of the image, the lines of weeping willow trees on either side sweep inwards towards the title: Alligator Boy, as well as summary of the genres/themes, listed as: southern gothic, adult romance, bloody horror, queer revenge. The background of a cypress swamp is covered by a gold disc in the upper half of the promo, with the author's name centered and at the very top, stating: revon m. castillo, as well as the title of the book, Alligator Boy. Below it, reads: tw: transphobia. On the lower half of the image, the lines of weeping willow trees on either side sweep inwards. It is covered then by black grunge paper on low opacity to allow the white text to come through that reads: There's never anything to watch on the television anymore. Since the electrical fire at the electronic store burnt the place down to a fine crisp, Kross and his mother haven't bothered to get another TV satellite. They once had plans to. But after they found their original satellite dish broken and vandalized on their front porch, they both came to a quiet agreement that it wasn't worth the hassle. While they never exchanged words, Kross could still remember the way his mother pointedly ignored the spray painted word tr*nny smeared across the remaining, intact pieces of it. It wasn't worth the trouble to get a new one then, or now. The background of a cypress swamp is covered by a gold disc in the upper half of the promo, with the author's name centered and at the very top, stating: revon m. castillo, as well as the title of the book, Alligator Boy. Below it, reads: tropes & themes. On the lower half of the image, the lines of weeping willow trees on either side sweep inwards. It is covered then by black grunge paper on low opacity to allow the white text to come through that reads: m/m romance / trans man mc x cis(?) gay LI (love interest), mental health rep & overcoming agoraphobia, revenge against abusers, POC leads & plus size MC, transition through monstrous means, queer rage & queer gore, bloody happily ever after, swamp is alive, hot kinky sex.
February 1, 2026 at 1:59 AM
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Grace seeks aid from the great wizard Invokore, but it comes at a price: for one night, she is bound to him and his tower.

WIZARD BIG MAGICALS:

🌺TFxM, trans woman subs
🧙‍♂️Older man on younger woman
🍈Breast growth
🪄Magic sex toys
🍆Silly and sexy

#sludgepit #WIP #erotica #F #adult
A gradient blue and black background with a white tower in the bottom left hand corner. From the top window of the tower, yellow and white sparklers shoot out. The book is titled Wizardly Big Magicals by Zack Prince.
February 17, 2026 at 2:21 PM
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tdcloud.bsky.social
Happy #sludgepit to those who celebrate. Currently working on PHILAMAITOS, book 3 in the #dverse, a vtm inspired dark vampire universe.

💀 1933 Prohibition Chicago
💀 Vampire Fightclubs
💀 Faithlessness vs Desperation
💀 Obsession over Romance
💀 Vampire Politics
💀 Post WW1 Trauma

#wip #t #dr(?)
A teal moodboard with the text: Philamaitos #sludgepit. Images of a darkly lit speakeasy, male hands holding a rosary, a spilled glass of wine, a male hand binding itself for boxing, a dark city street, and hands with brass knuckles clasped in bloody prayer. Text: “Me or them, Sammy. Who’s the lesser evil?” and “Something tells me it wouldn’t matter what I’d rather,” Sammy said, voice lemon-tart. “Something tells me you’ve come this way before.” Philamaitos: #sludgepit The Premise: Sammy, the owner and operator of an underground speakeasy, is the illegitimate son of a prominent, AWOL Chicago mobster. The boss of the same family has died and he finds himself now embroiled in a power vacuum that threatens to destabilize the entire city. To make matters worse, he’s next in line to the Luminary eldership. Relying on James, a rogue Triarii who is more loyal to the task of maintaining his claim on his blood doll Sammy than his own organization, Sammy must keep his head above the subterfuge as the second-in-line to the eldership sets him in his sights and refuses to ignore the one obstacle in his path to the top. The Dynamic: Sammy wound his fingers around the dog tags and used them like a leash to close the meager distance between them. He hovered his lips a scant inch from James’ jaw. “There’s something to be said for your… initiative, James.” “Now I know that ain't a compliment.” “You sure about that?" James grimaced even as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, Sammy’s thigh slotting into place like a batter sliding home. “Coming from you? Almost definitely.”
February 17, 2026 at 2:23 PM
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tdcloud.bsky.social
Bonus project for #sludgepit since I'm toying with this short story as well.

🍄 eroguro
🍄 vore
🍄 visceral pantheon
🍄 divine incest
🍄 the kind of cannibalism Vessel is actually singing about in all those Sleep Token songs

#wip #dr #h
A muted moodboard with graphics of mushrooms, pomegranates, and teeth. Text: GODFLESH; a morbid pantheon | cannibalism | eroguro | hunger x decay. “Hunger is just want that’s grown teeth,” came the next crooning lilt, the next wave of fetid, romantic waft. The rot clung to Hunger’s lips and Decay could do nothing but stare. “Should I show you, sweet Cousin? Should I venerate you properly for a change?”
February 17, 2026 at 4:21 PM
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#sludgepit #WIP #R #DR
Joining this year with my dystopian sci-fi.

In a future where the rich rule the lower-level humans on a rotting Earth, two slaves are thrown together amidst the horrors, and fall in love.

👬an enslaved man and a trans man pet
⛓️🦋sentient objects
🫃forced mpreg
💦lactation
pic collage of 3 on the left and right and two in the middle, on black background. Left pics top to bottom: a man's wide blue eye, a shabby city part at night, a man's chest and arm, greyscale, with a purple graphic chain over it. Caption River Middle pics two men hugging greyscale, two men's lips close, under a showering water. Right pics: a man's green eye, rimmed in black, a futuristic city landscape in blue tones, a man's thin back, ribs showing, greyscale. Caption Ciel Quote : “You were free?” “Yes...” “What’s it like, to be free?” “You can do whatever you want...” “I already can.” “No, you can’t... but you don’t know that. You’ve known nothing else.” Maxime Jaz at the bottom
February 17, 2026 at 3:52 PM
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Happy #sludgepit

🗑️🤮 This is an event for fun to “ pitch” your work to your audience, and make connections with other authors. Pitching just means showing your work off!
A lime and moss green graphic with green halftone images of trash decorating it. The graphic reads “SLUDGEPIT” lgbtqia2s+ pitch event for dark, taboo, morally gray, and stigmatized works, February 17th #sludgepit
February 17, 2026 at 10:23 AM
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The fourteenth #TheHollowFlame story is now live on my Patreon and ko-fi:

www.patreon.com/posts/hollow...
ko-fi.com/post/The-Hol...

Includes audio version read by me.

A one-off $3 donation gets you access to all stories so far!
www.patreon.com
February 16, 2026 at 8:23 PM
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jangoeswriting.bsky.social
The thing was clearly #enchanted, the ethereal glow gave that away, but what it actually was, Rory couldn’t begin to figure out. It was … well … it was … something.

He hesitated getting Esme to touch it because strange things like that often had weird effects. Still, curiosity prevailed.

#vss365
February 16, 2026 at 2:16 PM
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#WIPSnips
From my age gap scandal WIP.
Charles stays at Siegfried's and Siegfried has all kinds of plans for the old man... (mild nsfw)
“Let’s put that cake in the fridge… so I can take care of your body… We have time? You’re staying for the night?” Taking the basket, his eyes asking too. “Yes… I have a tale for the nosy neighbors.” Following him, his eyes roaming that vast space. Glancing at the bed, he had to swallow. He turned to Siegfried when he walked close. “You’re scared, old man? What did I tell you?” Smoothing his hair back. “That you won’t hurt me.” “That’s right. And you better cling to that…” His eyes playing in their black frames. “I sure hope though I will make you scream for all the right reasons…” “Scream…” Outraged a bit, in disbelief, even if his lips quirked. “That’s right…” Pushing him to the bed. “But first… it’s care time.” Charles glanced at the bed covered with a towel like cover. “Oh…” “It’s special… for sex and fluids… not that I give a fuck about the sheets, but I want to mess up several of these today…” “I’m old… I might not…” Protesting a bit, even if Siegfried had pulled his T-shirt off. “But you are… and fuck old…” Lacing his arms around him, pulling him against his body. A deep kiss, his hands roaming down to his ass. Grabbing it, hard. “This… is our centre of attention today…” Charles floated a bit on that soft pain. “I see…” His belly filled with that tension, his blood rushing to his cock which just hardened against Siegfried’s thigh. “Oh, I see… all eager?” Squeezing harder, he almost lifted him off his feet. “All eager…” Pushing him on the bed, he pulled his clothes off.
February 16, 2026 at 7:28 PM
maximejaz.bsky.social
#snippetshare #writingq
From my dystopian sci fi WIP.
Left alone for a few days, River wakes before Ciel and has the time to muse a bit on how, despite his hellish life with his owner Raymond, he must live for Ciel. (cw mention of abuse, thoughts of suicide, pain, fear)
Morning was another wonder, his brain jolting him out of sleep, his body reacting to his racing heart drenched with fear… Gasping for breath when he felt that soft breathing on his skin, his lips, his arm tightening on his abs. A soft whine as he burrowed deeper into his side. River tamed his breathing, his trembling lips. Alone. Something so unreal, he had to tighten that numb arm on Ciel, to just feel he existed, and he hadn’t dreamt him up. For a fleeting moment it took to exhale softly, in that silent mechanical breathing of machinery, it seemed that only they existed. For that split second, that dream like reality, that this could exist, in a world which was out of reach. That bitter tide, as his throat clenched, but he never allowed that ache to flood his eyes. Kissing that soft hair, cradling him, not to lose that feeling. Of waking next to him when his bed would be empty again. When he would be gone maybe for good. River had no illusions. If Raymond got only a glimpse of their affection, he would never allow Ciel back. Or maybe he would… just to yank him away from River for good… How to bear this life? But now that Ciel was breathing in his arms, he knew he couldn’t give him that endless grief had he decided to leave… use that knife. He looked at the chain and the butterfly, pulsing together. Grazing his hand on the chain, barely a touch on the butterfly’s wing tip. In awe. Get a grip, pathetic little man… His old self, mocking, howling from the depth where he had cast him. He was disappearing, River knew. Someone new in that body he barely recognized anymore. Wondering what kind of monster was brewing in the depths, that suppressed anger chained in the depth by his fear. By the pain racing his skin and flesh, his bones. Knowing he should be up when there was no one to be up for. A rare treat. An endless string of days lying ahead, like black beads of death, without respite. Live… for what? What for… Feeling his warmth, that soft breeze of his breath. Live. For him. Even if you can never have each other. Live for his existence. So that grief doesn’t invade those beautiful eyes and his glowing heart. Maybe a tiny peace there, a tiny one, feeling him stir, that voice he loved laced with sleep.
February 16, 2026 at 7:25 PM
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Husb doesn't do Valentine's so I bought myself this, whilst my son was shopping for his girlfriend. 😁
Pink rabbit with floppy hanging ears holding a red heart
February 15, 2026 at 11:37 AM
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#WIPSnips
A tense situation at dinner time from my android WIP, when making a comment on the captain's beloved ship fuels that hate for Andrew even more.
He looked at him when he felt his hand squeeze his shoulder. His voice, soft. “You can say many things, but mocking my ship is not on the menu.” “I wasn’t mocking your ship.” Cocking his head, unafraid when he could see that cold anger on his face. Fed up a bit too. “She’s a machine. It’s a fact. Like me.” “Not just a machine. And Demeter has nothing to do with you. She’s our home on the cruises and our protector. You are none of those, you poor imitation of a human being.” “I know what you think of me. You keep saying it.” His throat locked, something he still had to get used to. He turned, feeling his hand go. That mocking tone. “You are right. Insufferable. I won’t tolerate this tone, and certainly not when you speak about Demeter.” “Fine, sir.” He sat down and pulled the report form up. “I’ll fill out your first report. There are sadly more negatives for you than positives I’m afraid.” Andrew didn’t turn, flipping the fish over. “I’m sure you won’t disappoint, sir.” His anger flared up and he typed and ticked the boxes. Sending it, mad. Slamming the laptop shut. Andrew put a plate in front of him, that pink salmon and some grilled potatoes. Atlas sat next to the plate, licking its lips. “I’m not hungry after all.” Pushing the plate to the cat, he never left Andrew’s eyes. Almost smiling at his struggle. The cat started munching at the fish, content. Andrew’s lips parted, but he had no answer for him. Just his anger and hurt that could not go anywhere. At least, the food didn’t go to waste. Looking at him when he rose. “Time for bed.” He left, going to the bathroom.
February 15, 2026 at 11:31 AM
maximejaz.bsky.social
Still on today and tomorrow! ❤️‍🔥
maximejaz.bsky.social Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 4d
A darker deserted island survival followed by a lighter soul bite under the Greek sun? Or the other way around? And why not? Scorching hot!❤️🏳️‍🌈🔥😌
Promo pic for valentine's with rose petals on top and rainbow neons at the bottom, a small purple heart top.left and a devil heart top right Maxime Jaz light or dark? Why choose? Chocolate box then the books covers left Eros, right Home 14th February to 16th KU logo 0.99 USD each book
February 15, 2026 at 9:58 AM
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As the prompt doesn’t drop until later, and the latest chapter is posted …

#TheSkiesAreFree

and ... five years after the war, a new adventure continues for Dylan.

There be spoilers ahead ...

A new chapter for "The Ballad of Purgatory Ridge" just dropped.

www.wattpad.com/story/402870...
The Ballad of Purgatory Ridge - Jan Karlsson - Wattpad
After surviving a brutal war of annihilation against a mysterious and implacable foe, Captain Dylan Cook finds the only solace is at the bottom of a bottle. Wi...
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February 15, 2026 at 9:17 AM
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Knight and Valentine / sydänystävä

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Digital painting of knight oc Wreg lying down unclothed, except for a white cloth covering his privates. He’s being held by fully armored knight, who is also pushing a blade into Wreg’s chest. The wound doesn’t bleed, instead rose petals are falling out of it.
February 14, 2026 at 5:05 PM