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[angel-lockhart]

[hatigave]

Coffee   is   growing   cold   when   he   moves   through   the   bowels   of   the   beast   with   strides   that   speak   of   his   determination   (   woman   will   not   outrun   Icarus   this   time   around   !   )   Pushes   himself   past   strangers   he   really   should   know   the   names   of   by   now           ⎯⎯           cares   little   for   them   all   the   same.   ��Melanie   .   .   .   Melanie   !   ❞   Calls   out   her   name   and   demands   her   attention   with   a   wave   of   his   hand.   ❝Melanie   you   absolute   angel,   you   look   absolutely   exhausted   if   I   might   be   so   bold   to   say.   Still   radiant,   even   when   your   spark   has   dulled   my   dear.   Come,   come,   you're   running   yourself   into   the   ground.   I   brought   you   a   coffee,   not   that   you've   ever   told   me   how   you   like   it,   but   we   shall   just   pretend   that   it's   exactly   to   your   refined   palate,   shall   we   now   ?   ❞

@thenightmareofyourdrems ♡

[myristicisms]

@unbridledfist | Tifa Lockhart says;;

" It's totally natural you feel this way. "

Living in constant guilt was getting old, Zack had decided. Not that he could control his emotions well enough to get that constant and ever present feeling of dread and self hatred to fade into something manageable but he could sure as hell pretend he had the ability; Not like it was hard to do anyways since nobody outside of his personal relationships knew the raven haired man well enough, assumptions always served as both a blessing and a curse in a way and it's something that for once, Zack was grateful for.

Except no, he wasn't.

There lingered a sadness within glowing turquoise eyes that the former SOLDIER had long grown used to, so much so that he hardly recognized his own smile anymore and he knew damned well people from his past, should he bump into them ( which while unlikely was still possible ) would notice damn near immediately, especially given the fact that his face had changed over the years too; The large scar upon his jaw was faded of course but so too were the numerous small scars littering the rest of his face and those told a mysterious story, once semi sharp canines that often had him compared to a puppy had grown into something more akin to the fangs of a wolf and how he wished he could rip apart those who brought that particular change with the very maws they had gifted him.

These were all things that weighed heavy on Zack's mind, like lead seeping into his heart through the blood pumping within his veins and while he refused to fully indulge the details in a familiar face from his past, ( ironic it's the very girl you couldn't save, Fair. ) he still divulged his feelings, his thoughts, passed off the oddities with his scars and teeth and the way he seemingly sprouted another four inches over the years as just being far too adapted to the mako pumping through his body. Seeing Tifa again had awoken some strange feelings within the raven haired man, relief that she had survived, anguish that he had failed her just as he failed everyone else in his life but especially her when he couldn't defeat Sephiroth on his own to right the demon of Wutai's wrongs, and numbness. Numbness that he'd been falling bitterly into for the worst half of a year and when she tells him " It's totally natural you feel this way. ", he can't help but to laugh softly, bitterly.

“ I don't think it is. I haven't earned the right to grieve what happened. ” He finally manages, tawny fingers gently tousling through raven spikes in thought before he sighs heavily. “ I don't even deserve to be sat here speaking to you as though we're long time friends after what happened in Nibelheim. I should've done more, should've seen what was coming and yet I was so... Blinded by what was in the reactor instead of worrying about what he might've been up to. ”

Then he's silent for a moment, eyes staring at Tifa intently with a soft, sorrowful smile sat atop his lips. “ Enough about me and what I've been up to, ” Not like he shared any of what actually happened, just expressed how he'd been mentally and said he was doing mercenary work, “ what have you been up to for the last... Five years? Give or take? ”

[safeindarkness]

@watchfxrthefangs

Tifa took a breath as she was seeing that Seventh Heaven wasn't exactly busy, despite being a weekend. She didn't get it, she thought that costumers would be rolling to get a beer or two and have a good night. But...there were only a few in here.

Just what was going on?

Suddenly, she heard the front door open with a chime of the bell, and she smiled, straightening up, "Evening~ Welcome to Seventh Heaven~ What can I get'cha tonight~?"

[lemusegallery]

Ino gives a nice kiss to Tifa. She has on her favorite peach chap stick

Have a Tifa blinking in astonishment over Ino's kiss, as the small tinge of red in her cheeks tells it so.

The brunette bartender is at a loss of words for that one.

@historias-multorum

[ofmakoeyes]

❛ were you ever planning on telling me about all of this? ❜

( tifa, compassionately & kindly, probably after finding out more about cloud's past after he left nibelheim. )

sentence starters >> accepting!!

Cloud paused at the question. Why hadn't he brought it up? Rather than thinking about it too deeply, Cloud settled on the most prominent reason.

"You were there for most of it," he replied, "but, to be honest..." here his voice trailed, hesitant to admit his feelings. "I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I couldn't fulfil our promise. At that time, finding you like that..."

A memory flashed through his mind's eye: Tifa laid out cold, near dead, run through by Sephiroth's sword. Cloud squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and looked away, a faint buzzing in his skull, "I..." and then he shook his head.

The memories slipped away. "I...didn't want to bring up bad memories, for either of us."

Between then and meeting Tifa on the train platform, however, that was something he didn't — couldn't — think about.

[angel-lockhart]

Angel confessed his feelings to Ice as soon as he could speak again; long before the Final Days. They then married on the next Valentione's Day.

They're absolutely going to Tural together, and he does not hide his ring nor his feelings for his husband from anyone. ♡

[Longer story under cut, (for mentions of trauma,) if interested in reading more.]

He'd lost his first love, G'raha, to the Crystal Tower, and though he never stopped feeling things for Raha, he eventually accepted that he'd never see him again in his lifetime.

He later met, fell in love with, and accepted the proposal from Taiga. His time spent with him was frought with issues from outside parties, and when he finally broke free of those and mostly recovered, they ended up assisting with the battle at Baelsar's Wall before they could truly settle down with each other.

After losing his first husband to the battle at Baelsar's Wall; among many other traumas that day; it all drove him to a terribly dark place. Ice rescued him from that place; a stranger he had never met and knew nothing about. He could've left Angel to recover alone, but he didn't. While being nursed back to health, Angel recognized the feelings he had.

So, when Angel realized how he felt, the first words he forced out were "I love you, Ice," followed by a terrible apology and attempted explanation that he'd rather say it and be rejected than not say it and lose yet another person he felt that way about.

Fortunately, Ice returned the feelings, calmed his Anxiety down, and allayed his fear.

Their relationship moved pretty fast, and this time, Angel was the one who proposed. He even managed to make the bands to be used in the ceremony.

Neither of them regret how fast it went, and Ice is probably the best thing to happen to Angel in a long time. It's because of his husband's support that he's gotten a lot better, and he knows when he has trouble with anything, Ice will be there to hold his hand through it.

It is that strong bond that kept him from losing to despair during Endwalker. His understanding of how someone can hit that point and not think twice that made it all the more difficult for him... but on the flip side, that deep understanding bolstered his resolve to make it through. He refused to give in to that dark feeling ever again, even when he felt the temptation deep, deep down.

#WOLpromptAday

March 4, 2024

Did your WoL confess their love and/or take their eternal vows near the final days or long before? Are they going to Tural with their partner? Have they told anyone else about their adoration?

[theghostavocadoe]

Upon being accepted into the Strife-Lockhart household, Kadaj would 100% attack someone for looking at Marlene and/or Denzel the wrong way

Denzel: (gets bumped into while walking)

Stranger: Watch where you're going, punk-- (Sees Kadaj)

Kadaj: (Actively projecting his most horrific gorey nightmares directly into this man's conscience, scarring him for life)

Stranger: ....I want my mommy! (Runs away)

Denzel: I thought dad said you're not allowed to do that anymore.

Kadaj: Don't tell him and I'll buy you ice cream.

Denzel: Okay!

[ripeandsoft]

A short(ish) piece in which Joya learns more about Professor Richmond....

"Are you sure it's okay for me to be here with you Professor Richmond?" You asked, the chandeliers above the banquet room tables feeling like spotlights. "Don't worry Joya. We're in good company" Terry assured you in your ear, his big hand glued to the small of your back. You nodded as you started to walk through the sea of people and tables.

Cream colored place cards with curly cursive writing sat on top of pristine glass dishes. Terry spotted your seats before you did, guiding you with firm pressure. You sat down as gracefully as you could while ignoring the pinching of your dress where it was a bit too tight near your hips. The ice in your water glass crackled as the clear liquid was promptly poured as you settled int your seat. You lifted it to your lips, hoping a cold drink would calm your nerves. A small stream of water dribbled from the corner of your glossed lips, and you felt like you could just die.

What the fuck were you doing here?

"Well, if it ain't Terry Richmond" A voice almost as smooth as Professor Richmond's sounded from beside you. Terry chuckled quietly, getting up to shake his hand. "Josiah Lockhart in the flesh" The two were all smiles, pats on the back, and handshakes. Josiah looked from Terry to you, his smile melting into a smirk as he took in your appearance. Terry returned to his seat by your side, arm sliding around your waist possessively. "Josiah this is Joya, my date for this evening"

He extended his hand towards yours, taking it gently and bringing it up to his lips to press a soft kiss to it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Joya" Josiah followed his words with a megawatt smile, hand still holding yours. "You as well Mr. Lockhart" You cut your response short as you felt Terry's hand squeeze you.

--

You bit into the lemon wedge that once sat on the rim of your glass, ears perked and listening to Josiah share stories of him and Professor Richmond from their college days. "He had the girl knocking my door down every day looking for him" Josiah laughed before taking a sip of his own drink. Terry looked down at the bar, embarrassment radiating from him. "I don't think Joya wants to hear about the old me" Terry said, anxious to change the subject. You shook your heard, wanting the opposite. "Please tell me more" You said, fighting the cheeky smile wanting to spread across your face. Professor Richmond shot you a pointed look, a wordless "watch yourself."

"I won't say too much, but Mr. Richmond here is quite generous. Always willing to share his prizes. Isn't that right Terry?"

[bardic-tales]

Title: Masamune

Pairing: Bianca Moore(f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Cloud Strife, Barret Wallace, Tifa Lockhart, and Red XII

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1420

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: FF VII OG, North Crater

Warnings: Abandonment, blood, body horror, child death (illusion), combat, corruption, dark magic, death, delusions, despair, distorted reality, graphic violence, hallucinations, hypothermia, injury, intense pain, main character death, manipulation, mental torment, mutilation, power struggle, psychosis, psychological abuse, self-mutilation, supernatural horror, torture, trauma, violence, weaponry.

Summary: In the frigid North Crater, Bianca and Sephiroth face off against Cloud and his companions in a chaotic battle.

Squared Filled: Masamune

Created for: Sephiroth Week hosted by @week-of-silver-winds

Author's Note: As always, please read over my warnings, since I list the general themes, too, in case there is any content that may be uncomfortable to my reader. This one features a battle and I can get somewhat descriptive in battle scenes.

Also, please be aware that there is a spoiler in here. I typically write with the OG FF7 events, but this spoiler can spoil Rebirth, too. So, please keep that in mind if you haven't finished Rebirth.

EXCERPT:

As she descended, she hovered just above the ground beside him. Her dark wings fanned out. Indigo and black feathers blended with the surrounding shadows.

“Sephiroth!” Cloud growled, as he stepped forward with the Buster Sword drawn. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the hilt. “We’re taking you down!”

“Ah, Cloud. Such futile defiance.” Sephiroth sounded almost bored, while Bianca’s crimson-painted lips — the colors of Sephiroth’s favorite roses growing wildly outside of Kalm — curled upward into a sardonic smile. “You will only meet the same fate as others who dared to stand against us and Mother.”

The battle would be chaotic.

Below her, the icy winds of the North Crater howled around her, the harsh cold bit at exposed skin, reminding Bianca that they would have to finish this battle and finish it quickly, as her trade off for her ice powers was being more susceptible to hypothermia than an average human.

Snow whipped through the air, obscuring the jagged landscape, but she still saw Sephiroth remaining still and unperturbed. His argent hair flowed behind him like a river of moonlight, while his eyes glowed with a luminous intensity.

As she descended, she hovered just above the ground beside him. Her dark wings fanned out. Indigo and black feathers blended with the surrounding shadows.

Before them stood Cloud Strife and his companions: Barret, Tifa, and Red XII, their faces set in grim determination. Behind them lay the shattered remains of the path each had forged. Bianca could feel the desperation and grief wafting off of them like a delicious perfume. Aerith’s death still hung heavy in the air like a mournful wail, fueling the party’s resolve and Bianca’s strength.

“Sephiroth!” Cloud growled, as he stepped forward with the Buster Sword drawn. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the hilt. “We’re taking you down!”

“Ah, Cloud. Such futile defiance.” Sephiroth sounded almost bored, while Bianca’s crimson-painted lips — the colors of Sephiroth’s favorite roses growing wildly outside of Kalm — curled upward into a sardonic smile. “You will only meet the same fate as others who dared to stand against us and Mother.”

“Bastard!” Cloud lunged forward, leading the charge. The Buster Sword clashed with Masamune in a shower of sparks, the sheer force of the impact reverberating through the air.

Sephiroth met each strike with an effortless parry, almost as if he was dancing with Cloud’s attacks. Each moment was graceful yet brutal, as the moonlight shone down upon them, making Masamune’s blade gleam with ebony and silver.

As she saw Tifa darting in from the side with her fists glowing with the energy of one of her last attacks, Bianca’s wings flared. Bianca raised her hand to the sky, channeling her dark energies before a swirling vortex appeared from the darkened clouds before the tornado’s funnel touched the ground. The dark wind lashed out at Tifa, engulfing her in swirling snow and blackness before sending the woman sprawling across the icy ground.

“Stay out of this, girl!” Barret roared, raising his gun-arm and unleashed a hail of bullets at Bianca. She was already in the air and on the move and twisted to the side to evade the bullets as an eerie silence surrounded her. Her wings left a trail of darkness in her wake, feeding on the vitality of the frozen air and their enemies below. She landed with a silent thump behind Barret.

“You should have turned back when you had the chance,” Bianca whispered, so softly, but her voice carried her deadly promise. Tendrils erupted from her back, writhing in the air as they pierced they pierced the leader of AVALANCHE.

Barret screamed in horror as his vision blurred. The world distorted around him until it twisted into the nightmarish visage of Marlene, bleeding and broken. His baby girl lay on the snow before him. Her brown eyes stared up lifelessly at Barret while her hair dripped with gore. Her blood was a sharp contrast between the purity of the snow and the gruesome horror of a child laying dead.

“Marlene!” Barret sobbed as he fell to his knees before Marlene and held her to his chest. The fleshy tendrils attached to Bianca continued to pulsate and pump its visions into the rowdy man.

As Sephiroth withdrew Masamune. Cloud’s blood dripped off the point and onto the ground. “Let me remind you of that pain five years ago. Pain that you will never forget.”

Cloud gritted his teeth, staggering back, but Tifa sprang to his side, unleashing a powerful uppercut aiming at Sephiroth’s chin. The attack grazed him, but he stepped back just another to avoid the brunt of the blow. Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed.

As Tifa prepared for another strike, Bianca vanished in a blur, reappearing beside the other woman in an instant. Swiftly, she grasped Tifa’s wrist, wrenching it back with a satisfying snap. Using the momentum, Bianca twisted sharply, threw Tifa off-balanced, and sent her to the ground once more.

Without hesitation, Bianca wiggled her fingers, conjured a warding around herself and Sephiroth. The star-drenched barrier surged into existence, shimmering with the cosmos to endure any incoming attacks.

“Barriers won’t save you!” Cloud shouted, leaping back into the fray. He unleashed his power, his sword movements becoming a blur of strikes aimed at both Sephiroth and Bianca.

With a single look at Sephiroth, she released the barrier. He surged forth with a single fluid motion, blocking Cloud’s frenzied blows, as he deflected each strike with deadly accuracy. He countered with a sudden thrust of the Masamune, piercing through the blond man’s defenses. The blade carved a shallow cut along Cloud’s cheek before being drawn back. The long, slender length still dripped with blood.

“Still clinging to life?” Sephiroth mocked.

Bianca descended beside Sephiroth now. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and distorted the forms of Sephiroth and herself into multiple phantoms. Each copy mimicked their moves and powers. The illusions advanced on Cloud’s group. Their shimmering forms added confusion and dread.

However, Red XIII and his sense of smell caught her off guard. With a snarl, flames encircled his jaws as Nanaki barreled forward, aiming at Bianca. Her wings snapped outward in a powerful beat, sending a corrupting wind toward him, but he leapt through it.

As Nanaki’s fangs sank into Bianca’s leg, a sharp, burning pain shot up her limb. The sensation amplified by the heat of the flames licking at the beast’s jaws. The bite was quick but deep, tearing through muscle and grazing bone before Nanaki pulled back.

The wound bled immediately. Dark crimson rivulets poured from the jagged punctures, staining the icy ground beneath her. The blood glistened in the faint light of the crater. The pain radiated through her leg in waves. It twisted into something darker as the corruption in her veins — her father’s influence — stirred inside of her, feeding off the injury. She clenched her teeth. Her breath was ragged for a moment, as she struggled to keep her balance. Her wings beat furiously to steady herself before her regeneration created a small patch of flesh over the puncture marks.

The rage flared within, mingling with the agony as her skin patched itself. Her eyes glowed with intensity as she turned towards the creature. The edges of her vision blurred with darkness as she channeled the pain from her regeneration into Noctemaris, the demonic tachi. She would make Nanaki suffer for daring to wound her.

Sephiroth’s eyes flicked towards Bianca, a brief feeling of concern burnt deep within the bright gaze, but she ignored it. They both gave each other a subtle nod. Without hesitation, Bianca flew upright into the sky, twirling until she reached the correct height. Blood rained down upon them as the wound still continued to heal. She folded her wings against herself and dove towards the ground.

Striking the craggy floor with Noctemaris, cracks opened from the point where the sword penetrated the Earth. The Lifestream tried to surge to protect itself, but Noctemaris’ shadow-tinged arc sent out a shock wave that rippled outward from Bianca, forcing Cloud’s group to scatter.

As the dust and snow settled, Sephiroth stepped forward. His leather boots crunching on the ground and Masamune gleamed in his hand.

“You are nothing but insects struggling against the inevitable,” Sephiroth murmured to the group before him. Sephiroth murmured to the group before him, his voice filled with certainty. “And here, in this place, you shall finally understand despair.”

Her gaze lingered on Sephiroth and Masamune. The blade was awe-inspiring: beautiful, with the silver contrasting against the black metal.

“For you, Sephiroth, I’ll tear this world apart,” she whispered, her voice carrying with it the weight of her dark promise to the man she now viewed as a mate and a god. Her gaze lingered on the Masamune as if it were a sacred relic.

This battle is far from over, Bianca thought. But in North Crater’s frozen heart, the power of Sephiroth’s weapon and her loyalty were undeniable. The world would tremble before them, as they would make sure that the world — and the Omniverse — would experience its rebirth.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @littleshopofchaos @serenofroses @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@nightingaleflow @seastarblue @prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen

@chickensarentcheap

[simmerbeans]

Ten people I’d like to know better

Thanks for tagging! @perolesims @sharona-sims @changingplumbob

last song: I currently have Lofi music on rn

favourite colour: i love pink and lavender mostly but also love shades of red and greens

last movie: The Day After Tomorrow

last book: currently reading Iron Flame 🔥 (@perolesims twinning!)

sweet/spicy/savory: depends on my mood, right now savory

last googled: i’m a bookkeeper and currently was just on Employment Security filing stuff

current obsession: iced latte flavored ice cream and brie cheese lmao (not combined btw)

looking forward to: things coming to the Legacy! None spoiler spoiler: we’re going to do a side Lockhart Series with a couple of the boys! I was making a banner for it last night

i have no idea who *hasnt* been tagged so i’ll tag @strawberriesnpopmusic @pleasanttaleswithkaityb @anamoon63 @bakersimmer @mdshh

[angel-lockhart]

Happy Anniversary to Angel and his husband Ice. ♡☆

[hatigave]

It  hurts  to  create        ⎯⎯        more  and  more  he  can  feel  the  strain  seeping  into  his  hands  after  hours  upon  hours  of  locking  himself  away  in  his  study.  Ink  stains  his  hands  and  fingertips  now.  Is  mindful  of  it  when  he  all  but  crawls  into  Adam's  lap.  Demands  attention  in  one  of  the  few  ways  he  knows  how  to.  By  making  damn  sure  Adam  can't  ignore  him  !  ❝My  dear  -❞  announces  his  arrival,  as  if  the  other  could  even  look  past  him  and  his  flurry  of  lilac-coloured  robe.  ❝I  fear  I  have  outdone  myself  again  .  .  .  how  will  I  ever  outdo  my  current  masterpiece  ?  Perhaps  you  should  give  me  further  inspiration  for  a  dazzling  and  charming  lead  character.❞

@finalslay ♡'d

[angryducktimemachine]

Kinda interpreted the poster a bit differently given Mort is in fact, not "The Thing" but given the current situation he's in I could NOT draw this.

@hellofromthehallowoods :)

[ID: a digital redraw of the movie poster of "The Thing" with Mort from Hello from the Hallowoods in the center. He's a large red diving suit apparatus. Around him black tentacles and claws are breaking from the ice.

The poster says "The Thing" and underneath is written "Mx. Wellman's 'The Thing' Starring Mort, Diggory Graves, Percy Reed, Olivier Song, Riot Maidstone, Cindy Lockhart and Creep".

Over Mort is more text that reads "It's gonna getcha". /End ID]

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in July 2024 🌈

🌈 Good morning, my bookish bats, and happy July! Pride Month may be over, but remember: Read Queer ALL Year. Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ Earth to Alis - Lex Carlow 🧡 Cursed Boys and Broken Hearts - Adam Sass 💛 The Sky on Fire - Jenn Lyons 💚 The Meaning of Liberty - Sage Donnell 💙 Making It - Laura Kay 💜 The Black Bird of Chernobyl - Ann McMan ❤️ A Map of My Want - Faylita Hicks 🧡 The Devil You Know - Ali Vali 💛 The White Guy Dies First: 13 Scary Stories of Fear and Power - Various 💙 The Second Son - Adrienne Tooley 💜 Cursed Under London - Gabby Hutchinson Crouch 🌈 Forbidden Girl - Kristen Zimmer

❤️ Rise - Freya Finch 🧡 Undercurrent - Patricia Evans 💛 Online Rebellion - Blue Matt Jeff 💚 Wolf Gift - T.J. Nichols 💙 Cash Delgado Is Living the Dream - Tehlor Kay Mejia 💜 Miller: Origin - Starr Z. Davies ❤️ The Shadows Beyond - T.J. Rose 🧡 The Ones Who Come Back Hungry - Amelinda Bérubé 💛 Their Viscountess - Jess Michaels 💙 Fast Holiday - Kerry Lockhart 💜 The Great Cool Ranch Dorito in the Sky - Josh Galarza 🌈 The West Passage - Jared Pechaček

❤️ The Hades Calculus - Maria Ying 🧡 Misrecognition - Madison Newbound 💛 One Last Summer - Kristin Keppler 💚 Waypoint Seven - Xan van Rooyen 💙 Hiding Him - Adam Hattan 💜 Thousand Autumns - Meng Xi Shi, Me.Mimo ❤️ The Adventure Zone, Vol. 6: The Suffering Game - Various 🧡 Rowan & Aldred - Lucie Fleury 💛 Yoke of Stars - R.B. Lemberg 💙 Casting Vows - Ariella Talix 💜 Count Felford's Vessel - S. Rodman

❤️ The Actor and His Secret - Ben Alderson, Laura R. Samotin 🧡 How To Die Famous - Benjamin Dean 💛 So Witches We Became - Jill Baguchinsky 💚 The Amazing Alpha Tau Romeo and Juliet Project - Lisa Henry, Sarah Honey 💙 The Noble’s Merman - S.S. Genesee 💜 The Loudest Silence - Sydney Langford ❤️ Life is Strange - Brittney Morris 🧡 Bury Your Gays - Chuck Tingle 💛 I Will Never Leave You - Kara A. Kennedy 💙 The Blonde Dies First - Joelle Wellington 💜 Under the Lupine Moon - A. Knightley

❤️ Benji Zeb is a Ravenous Werewolf - Deke Moulton 🧡 Charlotte Illes Is Not a Teacher - Katie Siegel 💛 The Ghostkeeper - Johanna Taylor 💚 Trespass Against Us - Leon Kemp 💙 Exes & Foes - Amanda Woody 💜 The Very Long, Very Strange Life of Isaac Dahl - Bart Yates ❤️ Unbound - J.A. Vodvarka 🧡 StreamLine - Lauren Melissa Ellzey 💛 Time and Time Again - Chatham Greenfield 💙 No Road Home - John Fram 💜 Queen B - Juno Dawson 🌈 A Darker Mischief - Derek Milman

❤️ Beautiful & Terrible Things - S.M. Stevens 🧡 Benvolio & Mercutio Turn Back Time - Elle Beaumont, Lou Wilham 💛 About Last Night - Laura Henry 💚 You Had Me at Happy Hour - Timothy Janovsky 💙 Moonbane - Jamie Jennings 💜 Between Fate & Failure - Amber D. Lewis ❤️ Blessed by the Cupid Distribution System - Robin Jo Margaret 🧡 Between Dragons and Their Wrath - Devin Madson 💛 Twisted Magic - Barbara J. Webb 💙 Rare Birds - L.B. Hazelthorn 💜 At the End of the River Styx - Michelle Kulwicki 🌈 Origin Story - Jendi Reiter

❤️ Eras of Us - Shannon O'Connor 🧡 Corpses, Fools and Monsters: The History and Future of Transness in Cinema - Willow Maclay, Caden Gardner 💛 A Wolf in Stone - Jane Fletcher 💚 Toward Eternity - Anton Hur 💙 Portrait of a Shadow - Meriam Metoui 💜 Anyone's Ghost - August Thompson ❤️ Home Ice Advantage - Ari Baran 🧡 Unbelievable You - Chelsea M. Cameron 💛 Incorrect Eyes - Andromeda Ruins