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VELVET Season One: Antlers

How can a boy want for nothing and yet hunger for everything? Headstrong, beautiful, sparkling like the first glass of champagne in the evening—Kolt Lagos is a dazzling disaster. With a natural aptitude for the art of tuning, he is the sole heir to the Lagos criminal empire.  Mere hours into adulthood, Kolt finds himself exiled from his family's main estate and shipped off to live in their gorgeous, isolated second home with no explanation, and no communication with the outside world. His only companion now is the groundskeeper who lives on the island.

Xavier Weaver has many roles. Groundskeeper, grave tender, tinkerer, and now: warden to the only child of his employer. Xavier has enough smoke in his lung to know when he is being led by the nose. He has no patience for Kolt's cloying words, or his desperate magic. Xavier knows better than to trust a tuner, let alone a Lagos. 

Theirs is a legacy that grows and grows and grows...

The first book is back with updated formatting, interior design, and art. It's a beautiful ebook and one day I hope it could be a beautiful physical book but that's a long way off. This is a work of fiction that handles heavy, potentially upsetting themes. Mature adults only. Transgothic erohorror.

Any and all support is deeply appreciated, both financial and also via recommending my work to people. Thank you!

Formatting and interior design by subvertebra

Tuner tales art donated by anonymous benefactor.

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Gaurav Gupta Haute Couture Spr/Sum 2024

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One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.

"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."

And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.

"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."

And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.

"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."

And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.

"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."

"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."

"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."

And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.

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Fangophilia Taro: Full Arm Armor (2013)

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Elina Garanca and Anna Netrebko in I Capuleti e i Montecchi. Royal Opera House, 2009.

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Inosculation, a natural phenomenon in which trunks, roots or branches of two trees grow together. When branches or roots from different trees are in prolonged intimate contact, they often abrade each other exposing their inner tissues, which may eventually fuse.

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on trees

J. R. R. Tolkien ("The Fellowship of the Ring"), Parte de todo (src), Faiz Ahmed Faiz/tr. Naomi Lazard ("When Autumn Came"), Marina Tsvetaeva, a photo by me (src), Margaret Atwood ("War Photo 2"), photo (src), Tony Hoagland (“Peaceful Transition”), Slope Point, New Zealand (src), Tara Bray ("Listen"), Max Dupain ("Banksias by the Sea"), Mary Oliver ("When I am Among the Trees"), source unknown, Ted Kooser ("Trees")

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In light of Anita Bryant's death I think we should also remember Thom Higgins, a true badass whose name is always tied to hers.

Yes, he's the fella who put a pie in her face on national TV.

But this wasn't a one time thing for him -- being a badass, I mean. He also once pie'd an Archbishop (John Roach - who was one of the Catholics who fucked up one of the sexual abuse scandals the church had).

He's largely credited for inventing the term 'gay pride': "The term “gay pride” was invented here. Thom Higgins had been raised in the Catholic Church and decided to come up with a means of countering the negative energy coming out of the church. So he paired two of the deadly sins: gay and pride."

He was deeply midwestern -- "He was the kind of person who would breeze into a friend’s kitchen the morning after a party, put on a pot of coffee and start making everyone eggs"

He was an anti-war protestor, and the first person in Minnesota to be registered as a conscientious objector during the Vietnam War.

He wasn't perfect, but he did a lot of good in his life, and he was silly and puckish and loved pranks as much as he loved his activism.

He died 20 years ago of complications related to AIDS.

While you're crab raving that the Orange Juice witch is dead, spare a thought and raise a slice of pie to Mr. Higgins. More people should know about him.

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Moritz Hacker Art Nouveau Fairy Lamp, Austria. Early 20th Century.

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freerunner

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Maximilian Pirner - Víly u pramene (1895) | Fairytale 

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me whenm i am. Prougraming on my Computer

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I know this isn’t Bojack related, but recently instead of turning men down by saying “no, thank you”, I experimented with saying “I’m engaged” and flashing a ring instead. Needless to say, I am not engaged. It still worked better than just saying “no”, but then came questions like “so where is your fiancé?” and “he let you go out by yourself looking like that?” or just remaining persistent in asking for my number. So I went into my closet, and pulled out a fiancé. Now when I turn men down and they need further proof, they can know that I would rather lug around a 5 foot tall plastic skeleton to Steak n Shake and fake a proposal than give them my number.

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f u r t h e r

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