Alexein Colt 🎃👻🧛
@xeinale.bsky.social
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Writer of autistic and queer characters. Editing Barriers of Lies. Painter 🎨 Witty or Deep. Depends on the mood. LGBTQ+ #writing #reading #painting #fantasynovel #author
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So it was count Dracula, not a device?
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Vanessa gets rejected and god does she suffer when they disappear out of the blue.
This actually comes from real texts I received myself 😁
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I'm sorry, Vanessa, for disappearing. I've been quite busy, and at this time I have no social battery. You're a great person. I'm just not ready to commit.
The text had come out of the blue. A response to five of her messages asking why he wouldn't reply after their last date. He wasn't the first to do that.
She had drafted a response four times: the first as a calm, mature woman, the second as a wraith, the third as a sad lunatic and then, finally, no response. It wasn't her fault. Why did she think it was, though?
xeinale.bsky.social
Thank you! That gives me hope ❤️
xeinale.bsky.social
A fantasy novel with dystopian elements that puts autistic and queer characters with unconventional traits at the centre of a story. An exploration of the soul and its multiple traits that make us humans.
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they end up each in a different world. Now they will enter a complex system of dimensions, once in balance, now separated by barriers raised using forceful repression and lies, which they can uncover only by mastering their nature and facing their insecurities.
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Vanessa and Danny have always seen things that the others didn’t. Dreams, imagination, safe places where to hide from a world that doesn’t get them. But one day they see glimpses of one another and their connection feels too real. When they both get attacked by horrifying monsters,
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I’ve never shared what my WIP is about. I shouldn’t call it WIP but it is still nurtured before being queried or, who knows, self-published. If you’re curious, this is a thread 🧵 that will help you decipher better by #WIPSnips 😁 opinions about this blurb or other thoughts is welcome.
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We’re at draft six and I have to edit this thing for the last time because I can’t do better than I have done in the last ten months. Or maybe I can. But there’s a point you need to accept that done is better than never ending perfect.
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In the Tenement, people are scared of the Old Books, which are said to change your brain chemistry in dangerous ways. They're... not completely wrong 😈

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
Mr. Gellar led me back to the section where the Old Books were partitioned off. We went through the gate, and I followed him to a dimly lit aisle near the back. He pulled down a book from one of the highest shelves, brushed a thin film of dust off of its cover, and handed it to me.
Surprised, I took it gingerly, conscious of its age. The cover was dingy green, covered in a faded diamond pattern. And like all the other Old Books, the title was distorted, barely legible.
T̶͙͉̱͈̽̉͛hx ̵̳̫̦̏Ẃ̴̭̱̝͒͛ond̸͚̩̊4rf̷ul̴̩̿̊ W̴̠̦̙͖͋͗!z̷̡̜̠̻̐2̶̥̩̭͇͆̉́rd ̵̱͇̜̫͌ǫ̸͚̙̬͊̀̀f Oz̴̲̳̲͑̃͠

“This was your mother’s favorite book,” he said. “I think it’s time for you to have it.”
“Wait—you’re giving it to me?” I asked in shock.
“Shh!” He pressed a finger to his lips again. “Not so loud. This is meant to be a secret, alright? I’m trusting you not to tell anyone else about it.”
“But—” My heart was racing. “Is it... safe?”
“Well,” he admitted, “I suppose that depends on what you mean by ‘safe.’ But it’s not going to make you go crazy or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“But what about Rule 84?” I didn’t know why I was arguing. I wanted to take that book home and devour it immediately.
“I think we can bend the Rules a little in this case.”
“Weren’t you the one who was just going on about how we have to follow the Rules so we don’t bring the Tenement down?”
He shrugged. “Some Rules are a bit more flexible than others.”
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Quite the warming legend, if you ask me.
Julius explains the Equilum and the scope of the Elp’da to Vanessa.
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‘When one Civilisation misses the cure, another one will share it. When one Civilisation does not know the meaning, another one will write it down and teach them. Not one kind will grow alone. Not one kind will be forgotten. The hands of Hope will come when needed, and all shall walk forward towards their next age.’
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Someone's first trip to a grocery store
From "Endlings"
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nothing could have prepared him for his first trip to the grocery store. 
The doors slid open to reveal a paradise. There was so much here. So easy to acquire, one only had to reach out one's hand and take it. Fruit he had never imagined existed sat piled high, unprotected from the throngs of people, who mostly ignored the bounty before them. He reached out to grab an apple and Shasha nodded, gesturing for him to put it in the cart. He cradled it to his chest instead, refusing to let it out of his sight. 
The meat section was truly what took his breath away. Animals already hunted, slaughtered and butchered. No blood, no skin, no mess, just pure meat waiting to be cooked and consumed. How was this possible on such a scale? It would take legions of hunters to produce so much. His mind was reeling as Shasha casually took a whole chicken and put it into her cart like it was nothing at all.
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Spencer and Reggie go on a little adventure.

From my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

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We can rule out any of the large, well-tended graveyards, Reggie. Spencer thought the words at the ancient spirit, and as always, the skull inferred their meaning easily enough. We won’t find our necromancer creeping around Nazurine’s mausoleum or the Blood Raven’s ossuary. 

In a city as large as Fenholt, there were dozens of places to store the dead. Even Spencer didn’t know them all. Peering across the Veil would allow him to visit every burial spot in a matter of hours. If there were remnants of necromantic work lingering somewhere, they would find them.  

There, Reggie, beside that tumble-down building on the corner. 

They turned, angling towards the small, shabby lot that tugged on Spencer’s senses like a hook under his flesh. Barely bigger than the rectory study and hemmed by a ramshackle wooden fence, the cemetery was a sad patch of neglected ground. It was empty except for a small ghost wandering between the worn-down stones. The shade of a girl child followed behind a glowing wisp of light that bobbed aimlessly in a lazy circle.
xeinale.bsky.social
Are you a master ruminator?
Vanessa is. And as a person affected by RSD, being left without answers with no clear closure is messy. No worries, she’s about to kill monsters.
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“It seems, today, I am in the mood for feeling sad.” She declared loudly to herself. The clock struck 5 am. One and a half hours before the alarm. Sleep wasn’t an option anymore.
“Just because of another man who's disappeared on me…” She called, looking upwards at the ceiling. “I get to live these things again?” A cataloguer of unsolved and filed cases, her brain was on the hunt for all the events stored under the word shame.
xeinale.bsky.social
This sounds such an intricate layer of humanity to bring in a story. I love the sound of that 😍
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I don’t have a ritual but I should for the times when I’m out of the mood. Otherwise I’m just “I write after dinner”
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This sounds fun to join, may I? #PlotTober
Buffy inspired the humour of my FMC
Diablo III had me writing the very first battle scene I wrote of my WIP imagining a woman Demon Hunter and a man Barbarian.
There’s more but these two are the most obvious.
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A few people have kindly hit the follow button so here’s a bit of me to get acquainted
📚fantasy, but mostly mood reader
❤️favourite book? I never know my favourite anything
📺Buffy lives rent free in my heart
🏳️‍🌈gay and married, survivor of conversion therapy masked as “help”
➕there’s more, bye for now
xeinale.bsky.social
So nice to see this sweet moment with a dad after I posted a bad one. It soothed my soul ❤️
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I arrived later than usual today. A bit of neurodivergent smell sensitivity and a dad who’s an as*hole in Danny’s flashback.
Not with salmon, but with fish.
I will try to check on all Snips soon.
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“I will push your head into the plate if you don’t eat it all!”
The child's eyes were filled with tears, and he could feel a knotted sensation in his stomach. Hard to say if it was from disgust or from fear of the loud voice and the mad look his father had. Danny’s hands were moving involuntarily in tiny spasms, confusing him. If he shook, he'd be seen as weak. Dad didn't like weakness. He hid one arm below the table, his hand below his leg, and the other held the fork, struggling to keep it still. That fish smelled like torture. His nostrils reacted to that intense smell.
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A sad one today. #WIPSnips hope y’all enjoy it.
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His eyes were now heavy with tears as if a river had grown tired of its bed after a heavy rain and had wandered outside its borders. "My little girl, I am so proud of you. My brave, brave girl." She struggled not to cry herself. If this was the last time she would see him, a smile was all she wanted him to remember.
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I had the pleasure to preview Angelika’s story and I can’t recommend it enough. The way she connects all the dots is fantastic.
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Still this week surprises me because I completely forgot using this word.
Thank you #WIPSnips for this.
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A revealing moment for the two Elp’da.
“The aim was,” Akaner jumped in the young Elp’da’s mind, interrupting the memory and their thoughts, “to catalogue them all, for knowledge. The Order needed to know everything about all realities.”
“Why?” The woman insisted.
“Because if you want to aid, you need to control, understand and be aware of all your options.”
“It doesn’t sound good, the way you speak of it…” Danny muttered.
“It isn’t!” Akaner glared at him, watching again his memory like a dog in a corner, trapped and with a hurt paw.
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Ahahah that’s such a fun anecdote!