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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. 🏳️‍🌈🔞
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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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On a work trip this week so I'm scarce. 🙃😁
November 26, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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#WipSnips
From my bodyguard WIP. Spencer is eager to get home after his fashion show rehearsal. (Cw alcoholism, addiction)
Waiting until his make-up got wiped and he changed back into his silk clothes. He seemed restless, fidgeting with his phone. “I need a drink. I hope the bar is stocked up.” “it should be.” Keeping quiet about how he shouldn’t drink. Spencer sat in and went straight for the mini-bar in the middle, taking a small bottle of wine out, he opened it and drank straight from the bottle. “Ah, heaven. Home, and fast. I have to smoke this shit afternoon out of my system.” His mocking eyes went to Duncan’s in the mirror. “Liked what you saw?” “It looked like it’s going to be a great show.” “Mhm…”
November 25, 2025 at 10:33 PM
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The second #TheHollowFlame story is up on my Patreon and ko-fi. Today, you can learn about the origins of the bar’s name. Includes audio version read by me.

Patreon: www.patreon.com/posts/144294...
ko-fi: ko-fi.com/post/The-Hol...

Thank you so much for your support ♥️ hope you enjoy!
The Hollow Flame #2 | Bjørn Larssen – Author
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November 24, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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Recirquel's new immersive. show was amazing!!❤️❤️😁 A must go again!
An half naked long haired acrobat in a giant metallic wheel
November 23, 2025 at 11:11 PM
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‘World’ instead of ‘globe’, and warlocks have a reputation to keep … mostly …

From ‘House Rules’.

#WiPSnips
“Excellent! Soon, my young apprentice, we shall stride across this world and our enemies will cower at our combined power!” The Dread Lord grinned, maniacally, then adjusted Hedric’s thick black robes. “I’ve packed you a good two dozen handkerchiefs, your cuddly bat and your security blanket. And I really wish you’d let me get you a new one. A warlock’s security blanket should always be black, not a faded grey-ish brown.” “But I like that blanket! I mean …” Hedric coughed, making his voice growl as he tilted one shoulder and squinted one eye, evilly. “… but I like that pitiful and weak blanket, Dread Lord! The nightmares it has beheld are particularly … gruesome.”
November 23, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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I have "world" in my single widowed dads WIP.
Benedict gives the bottle to his daughter deep into the night, and something shifts inside of them, his bitter grief and anger morphing into something else in that ocean of fear. (cw death, grief)
Giving her that warm bottle she sucked on eagerly. Impatient, but a tamed light in her eyes as they roamed that semi-dark. Him, their eyes locking. In that quiet night, that warm bottle in his hand, something shifted in Benedict. Tired, but on the verge of that mad exhaustion, her eyes, her small body, so vulnerable, nestled on his arm. Her tiny hand grabbed his finger, squeezing with a force that puzzled him. He let her, and took her hand, stroking that soft skin. His voice, foreign in the night. “I’m sorry… I’m trying, ok? It’s just us.” That ache clogged his throat but he refused to cry. Her eyes stayed on him at his voice. Her soft suckles and snorts, scarfing that milk down like she would know it was life. That no other life would come, no matter how her whole being was yearning for it. Her heartbeat, gone. Her scent. Gone. Her voice. Gone. But he was familiar too. An echo from another world. A scent she remembered when the other got taken away. Him. His angry heart, that hard bitter rhythm, softer. His voice, tamer. His eyes. She suckled, holding on to his finger, to his warmth.
November 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM
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A few of the Christmas pals have made it out of the boxes. ❤️🎄❄️
Christmas figurines and decorations on a white cupboard. Two sparkly deers gold and silver, a Santa riding a reindeer, a Santa holding a giant candy cane lolly, a porcelain advent wreath with bears, a sparkly owl, a bird with a Santa hat, a giant plush gnome and some candles in small jars
November 22, 2025 at 7:58 PM
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I thought I wouldn’t have this … I was happily wrong.☺️

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
“But … I j’s … wanted …” “It doesn’t matter what you ‘just wanted’. It’s an incredibly stupid thing to do.” Flirty rubbed her forehead. This wasn’t her area of expertise, but she wasn’t going to get a quiet life until all this nonsense was stopped. “No more trying to catch a Festive Boy. It’s dangerous. Do you understand?” “‘s.” “What was that?” She tilted her head, exaggerating trying to hear him, lips pursed, eyes wide. She probably looked as mad as they were all acting. “I said, do you understand?” “‘s … m’str’ss.” He nodded, still picking at his fingers while his wife had now brought a shiny crystal toward Flirty, a strange, pleading grin in her face. “Good. Well.” This had gone far better than she had expected. Brushing down her skirts, she gave an emphatic nod. “That’s alright then.”
November 22, 2025 at 9:11 AM
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#Lovember
The salt of sweat, of cum, of a lover's mouth, their scent, all the scents, musk, armpits, sweat, their cologne, perfume, their hair, the softness of all of it, their warmth, their body hair, their belly, muscles, skin, their touch, the feel of their callouses, their stubble, their lips,
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Today's #Lovember #WritingPrompt for the #WriteSky #WritingCommunity, courtesy of my partner who always has better ideas than I do:

What does love taste, smell, or feel like to your character(s)?
November 22, 2025 at 11:35 AM
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#WIPSnips
From my (hopefully soon to be published) bodyguard WIP. Spencer is smoking and drinking in his room and Duncan is not thrilled about his plans. (cw: smoking weed and drinking, alcoholism)
He blew the smoke out, thick, rolling it off his tongue as he put the joint out in a large crystal ashtray. Taking a large glass of whiskey, he sipped at it, his eyes not leaving Duncan. “We’re going out… soon… to a party. What’s the time?” Duncan looked at his watch. “Nearly 7 p.m.” “9 then, I guess…” “Dinner first?” Worried that the young fuck would drink on an empty stomach. A mellow smile crept on Spencer’s mouth. “You’re not my mum.” “No. But I have to make sure you’re not useless by the end of the night. Which means no drinking on an empty stomach.” “I’ll throw up then…” “Better than getting an ulcer and getting drunk twice as fast.” Spencer almost objected, poking his tongue out between his teeth, but his mind was drenched in that mellow peace weed brought, time bought, maybe. “Alright… mum… bring some food up.” “Me?” “Who else? You want me to eat? You serve it.” He laughed, soft, and gazed at the ceiling, floating a bit.
November 22, 2025 at 11:23 AM
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The exhaustion of the others had started to become very noticeable. #Measureable, almost. Blackened bags under eyes, irritability. Brawls starting over the strangest of tiny things.

They needed a release and rest and, while The Enemy didn’t, these people were only human. They needed more.

#vss365
November 22, 2025 at 9:21 AM
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Unsurprisingly so.😌😁
Your monogamy compass results ,four squares top left pink caption biblical patriarch, blue on the right tradlife, bottom left green polycule slutcloud, yellow practical progressive. Link relationship-compass.com
November 22, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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If you see this, post your getaway vehicle.
November 21, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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Dedication to one’s job, or a singularly useless talent …

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
Despite all his best efforts, including nudging the guard’s arm with his elbow and saying in his most persuasive voice ‘Go on. No-one will notice’, pointing in some random direction and shouting ‘What the Hel’s that!’ while Goody Tallheart readied to rush Argum away to safety, and, finally, simply repeating ‘Please?” over and over again, the guard remained steadfastly staring away. Not replying. Not retorting. Not re-ing anything. Boulder had started to believe the guard had mastered the art of sleeping upright with his eyes open.
November 21, 2025 at 9:11 AM
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The #WIPSnips word for November 21st is "direction" - From the chapter I posted yesterday. Tyrion being Tyrion. 😜

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #Fanfic
Tyrion cocked his head, eyes glinting in the sunlight. “Ah. He chose you. I see, I see. Then Seven save the poor women of the realm with you on the loose. I was once briefly and calamitously married to Sansa Stark, you may have heard. She certainly didn’t want me, but whom she did want was your predecessor of sorts - Ser Loras Tyrell. Oh, how the ladies lost sleep embroidering favors and swooning for the Knight of Flowers. Utter waste of time, of course. Who’s to find a husband with the likes of you turning men’s heads in pointless directions. Still, forgive me for prying. A man of my diminished stature learns early what matters. Wit. Coin. A certain talent for survival. You’ll note, I persist despite concerted effort to the contrary on the part of many, and Loras does not. Nor his sister, Margaery, which is a true sin. Few women are gifted with such charms.” He waxed rhapsodic, lost in his own entertainment. “You’ve the look of a charmer. Any eye can see that. But, come now, enough with your gentile back-country ways and that prudish mark Lady Brienne has branded into your hide. You’re no faith militant, and it’s just us lads. No need to be coy. What else did you offer him?”
November 21, 2025 at 10:50 AM
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From my "not cozy after all" fantasy inn WIP.
The inn keeper finds that young bard still lingering inside once he had closed and he's determined to throw him out...
“Get the fuck out of here! We’re closed!” The young man’s eyes took that puppy pleading light. Large, the flames shadow’s dancing in them. “I have nowhere to go tonight. Please don’t throw me out.” He had no doubt that that large man could pluck him up like a feather and throw him neck deep into the snow. “I told you. There’s nothing for you here and I’m not an inn. That’s down the road further.” He pointed a thick finger in that direction. “I don’t have coins… Please. I’ll sleep on the floor and will be gone in the morning.” Draegan walked close, determined to throw his scrawny ass out. Towering over him, his gaze caught on a bruise at the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, he glided his thick thumb on it. Soft. “How did you get this?” The bard winced. “I tried singing at the town square and somebody threw a pot of flowers at me.” “You said you were good.” Mocking. He took his hand away. “What’s your name, bard?” “Reylynn.” Draegan’s eyebrows shot up. “What kind of name is this?” Reylynn blushed. “I don’t know. My mother gave it to me.” Draegan narrowed his eyes. “And what about your father? He had no say in it?” The bard stammered. “I don’t know my father…” Eyes wide when Draegan just pushed his hair back from his left ear. “Oh, I see… a fae bastard.” He straightened, cursing softly. The bard’s eyes went wide. “What?” “Your ear can’t be mistaken. Slightly pointy… then your eyes… wider too, and that hair color? Not human… not entirely.” He pursed his lips at the shock in the bard’s eyes. “I see… your good mother just hid it from you that she was frolicking in the woods… a dangerous thing to do… fae males are bastards, they will grab maidens and fuck them until they can barely breathe. Several of them too.”
November 21, 2025 at 10:56 AM
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Hard morning.🤣❤️😴😴
Tabby cat sleeping on his back with a paw on his nose
November 21, 2025 at 8:48 AM
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I see your taste in tortured men. 😌❤️‍🔥
Top-earning books Across all formats and marketplaces. Donum - The Gift (Omnia Vincit Amor Book I) $0.15* Estimated royalties 0 Processed orders 32 Pages Donum - The Gift (Omnia Vincit Amor Book I) Sentence for Life $0.07* Estimated royalties 0 Processed orders 14 Pages Sentence for Life Avis Aurea - The Golden Bird (Omnia Vincit Amor Book II) $0.06* Estimated royalties 0 Processed orders 13 Pages Avis Aurea - The Golden Bird (Omnia Vincit Amor Book II)
November 20, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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#WIPSnips
From my age gap scandal WIP.
Charles helps Siegfried to empty his father's house after his death, and Siegfried manages to open the safe where his father stashed money, gold and his (dead) wife's jewelry. Siegfried insists on giving Charles gifts. (cw hating parents)
“Ok.” Looking around, he spotted a backpack on a hook near the entrance so he walked there, took it and swiped everything but the money in it. “A first donation to the queers.” “You don’t want the jewellery either?” “What for?” “As a keepsake… souvenir…” “I spent my life trying to forget them.” Laughing, he patted the bag. “Oh, hold on… you have a daughter and a grandkid?” He took the boxes out. “Choose something for them.” “No… it’s too much…” “You don’t have to shop for Christmas, old man, come on. It’s not too far.” “I can’t… choose. This is not decent.” “He was your friend. Just take some stuff… as a souvenir.” He laughed and opened the boxes. “Here, a necklace for your daughter and this bracelet for your grandkid.” Pushing them in his hand. “Don’t object because if you do, I’ll make you swallow them so you can’t give them back.” That hard laughter, Charles was swimming in shock but he didn’t dare object and held the boxes in his hand. “In that case, thank you. This is a very special gift.” “Is it? Oh… have his fucking watch too. Look.” He took the old man’s hand and snapped that expensive watch on it. “Fits like a charm.” Their eyes meeting. Charles was smaller, so he had to look up a bit at that tall man. Standing, as he forgot his wrist in that warm hand. Almost objecting. “You’re learning? Good.” Patting that limp hand. “He would have loved you to have it. He just didn’t have time to make a will, that shithead. Thinking he wouldn’t die…” Zipping the backpack he flung it near the entrance. “The money, we’ll take it to the funeral home and you can do the shopping of your life.” He spread his arms, shouting in that dead silence towards the ceiling. “See this, Dad? Aren’t you fucking happy now? I’m back.” He winked at Charles. “Like the show? Come, let’s see what the fuck they did with my room.”
November 20, 2025 at 1:58 PM
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November 19, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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#WIPSnips
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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#WIPSnips
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