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WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟼𝚝𝚑 || 𝙱𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃

sorry for stepping away for a few weeks, there were a couple things happening in my life that required my full attention!

BUT I'M BACK!!! (a lil bit late BUT THAT'S OKAY) and I come with news!

I was accepted into Lavender Con! It's a new book convention in Washington, DC that's coming up in June! I will be attending as an author with 2 days of signing time for Call Me Icarus! I will also be bringing a couple proofs of Incorrect Eyes, I might even give them out as ARCs!!

Incorrect Eyes is entering revisions! I stopped working on it for a few weeks to let it ruminate while some alpha readers looked at it. Not all of my readers have come back to me at this point, but I have enough feedback that I want to start working on it and get it rolling!

Desecrate is entering re-writes! I have a decent amount written from last spring when I used Desecrate as my final project for Starting A Novel. Since then, I have changed a lot of things including the entirety of Kit's personality, so the story is going into full re-writes!

I have a new project on my plate! I had the idea for a cozy fantasy that I would love to work on in the background as a way to sort of decompress from my heavy hitters (a.k.a. my stories about: rebellion & revolution, paranoia & body horror, and the deconstruction of religion & religious trauma). This is a background work so I don't wanna talk too much on it, but i'm very excited about it!!

I think that covers most of what's going on! I spent a lot of time developing a (nearly 10k word) plot outline for desecrate and we're going back in from square one!

But I know y'all are here for the snippies:

snippies are going to be a little bit different moving forward now that the news of tumblr feeding our posts to AI has come out. I've already opted out of this happening again, but just in case tumblr is a soulless corporation (it is), I am still going to remain cautious. That means the snippies I share will now be from early drafts of my stories and will not be the same as they appear on page. They might also be shorter! but I don't want to stop sharing all-together

from desecrate:

Kit feels emotions thick in the back of his throat as he walks through the home. Everything has been left untouched, covered by a light layer of dust from the year of vacancy. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a lot to move in, there isn’t much room left. “Whoa, are these all you?” Benny asks from across the room. Ah yes, the Kit wall. His mother had installed it in the house before they moved to the city, leaving his papa here alone. It’s the far wall of the living room and it’s filled with hundreds of photos, all of him from the time of his birth up until the day they moved about a decade ago. Kit walks over to join Benny just as Father Isaac comes up behind them, resting his hands on their shoulders (Kit & Benny are shoulder to shoulder w/ father Isaac between then but behind them family portrait style). His eyes scan over his youth photographed before him. Pictures of him as an infant in the frilly dresses his mom made him wear, pictures from every year of ballet he did, pictures from ever sport he ever participated it. “Oh my God!” Benny gasps. “Kitty, you never told me that you were a cheerleader?” In her hand is a picture from 8th grade, the year before they moved. The year before kit’s life changed. A pang of sadness resounds through Kit’s heart as he looks at the picture. He was happy, truly happy then. He misses those much simpler times when he didn’t know who he was but that didn’t matter, that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved to do with the people he loved.

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝 || 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎?

It's been a while since i've been around, for a couple reasons! I don't want to get too into depth on this post since "life updates??" had the least votes in the poll, but it more or less boils down to a rough start with the first half of the year. but i'm back! (hopefully for a longer period of time this time!)

y'all wanted to hear what was going on with our resident Mess™️ and boy do i have some news to share:

Firstly, we're coming up on one year of Icky baby being in the world! I can't believe we're approaching October already, it's like just yesterday I released that ball of messed up morals onto the world!

Speaking of book 1 being released, it's currently half off on my itch.io for pride month! due to my health complications and all that i haven't really been promoting this sale but i would like to push it a little bit before the end of the month!

that brings us on to the other end of CMI announcements: book 2 information

I am still focusing the majority of my attention on finishing Desecrate and getting Incorrect Eyes ready for publication, but I wanted to let y'all know that I have started drafting CMI book 2. I already made an intro post about it a while ago, but ΔΙΑΦΘΟΡΆ has started to take shape! I've shared a handful of lines with the Shit Show as they've come to be, and soon y'all will see them too as i start filling up my queue with tags that i've missed in really the past year (i have a lot to catch up on!)

I think the most exciting part of the drafting process for me has been getting to incorporate my own pain back into a story. I forgot how much of a crutch CMI was for that on my end. Sure, Kit may be a great way for me to process emotional pain, and Hunter may be great for writing about my mental illnesses and all, but Icarus? Icky baby has always been the way that I process physical pain. And hoo boy have I been in a lot of that recently! He's not having a great time right now!

Finally, i'm just gonna leave this screenshot from discord to really drive home how the drafting of book 2 is going:

(thank you @written-in-starlight for your kind contribution to my fuckery)

hi hello so you clicked on the keep reading button, you might as well get a treat for that! here are the snippies that illicited these responses:

Achilles wakes up first, adorably wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his—or is that Icarus’?—hoodie. He looks up at Icarus, the exhaustion and residual grumpiness of being woken up being chased away by unbridled happiness as he practically yells, “He’s awake!” He doesn’t stay in bed, jumping to the ground and rushing out into the living room as the words leave his mouth. Apollon takes longer to rouse, grumbling and trying to go back to sleep by curling around Icarus’ waist and pressing his face into his stomach. Icarus smiles down at him, a surprisingly genuine small smile, one that holds years worth of carefully hidden love and affection. He takes a moment to look at Apollon in a way he hasn’t had the chance to since the blond showed up in his apartment. Apollon has grown a lot in their time apart, that much was obvious. He is all harsh angles, sharp edges where Icarus distinctly remembers soft curves that he always loved to trace. He looks good, despite looking less human than ever. An effect of the Elysian Program, no doubt, looking like a spectre that has known never-ending stress for the past 10 years instead of love and care. His olive skin is glowing, his hair splayed out on Icarus’ charcoal sheets like a golden halo. His face is soft with sleep, his lips slightly parted and oh so tantalizing. They look soft, Icarus knows they’re soft. He reaches a hand up, moving to touch them but diverting at the last moment to reach up to his own cracked and dry lips. He wishes he had the chance to see his person grow into this gorgeous man, wishes that he could have ever had a chance to exist at his side.

and (this one is very rough, like this is still in my outline level of detail kinda rough)

Apollon uses Icarus’ neck as a chew toy on the one side, biting down hard as Icarus moans, bucking his hips up into Apollon’s. Icarus knots his hand in Apollon’s hair, tugging hard on the blonde strands, trying to re-gain dominance. Apollon growls at that, biting down hard again before saying “You are mine.” Icarus pushes Apollon’s hips forward as he backs against them again, getting so incredibly turned on by the possessiveness. That is, until he whispers in agreement, saying “I’m yours.” Then, Apollon pulls away, wiping his mouth as he looks down on Icarus with disdain or disgust. A sneer on his lips as he turns away and says “I thought you said I didn’t own you.”

ANYWHO thanks for checkin out this update! I can't wait to talk more about book 2 as it takes form!! I'm hoping to have it ready to go in 2026 at the latest, if not ready to publish by the end of 2025!

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WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼𝚝𝚑 || 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗

Did yous know that my Wupdates also fall on @creators-club's WIP Wednesday?? What a coincidence!!

There aren't a lot of updates for this week in particular. I'm at roughly 13k out of a projected 120k for this final draft of Desecrate! I'm really hoping to push through and have it fully drafted by the end of the year, which honestly shouldn't be too hard since this is more or less just a redraft, but we'll see!

I've been working on a lot of things for other WIPs as well, especially now that spooky season is underway! I want to start talking more about Incorrect Eyes now that it's published since it's my only true horror story that's out right now. We'll see tho! For now, I'm in the canva mines making pretty pictures to post on IG about it lol

My goals for this upcoming week:

make it through March 20th in Desecrate re-drafting

make at least one in-depth post about the research I've done for this wip (probably a post about Marcionism)

catch up with asks from when I was sick

try not to get sick again

a hike? but like not one that is hard enough to make me sick like saturday

talk more about desecrate just all around

let's see how many of those goals I can manage!! Until then, some treats for y'all:

a little snippie to start:

Kit wakes up to a sharp pain in his neck and a heavy weight on his chest. His leg is numb, his arm screaming with the need to move. There’s hair in his mouth, and as he tries to spit it out the person it’s attached to starts to rouse. “G’mornin,” Benny says, her voice thick with sleep as she lifts her head off his shoulder. Kit blinks his eyes open, squinting up at her and groaning a response. He doesn’t want to wake up, but he knows that he’s already flared up his chronic pain enough by falling asleep on the couch that he can’t go back to sleep. Benny braces her arms on the back of the couch behind him, pushing herself up so she’s hovering over top of him. She looks ethereal like this, her long black curls falling down around her face, a dopey smile gracing her lips, and a flush decorating her cheeks. She leans down to kiss his forehead, and Kit’s nose scrunches at the feeling of her hair on his face. “Stop,” he groans, his voice craggly barely above a whisper.

and then a little sneak peak of something cool:

and now, it is time for me to retreat to my drafting...

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

Wednesday, Sept. 6th || Final Wupdate

I have some really good and really sad news y'all... this is the final wupdate for Call Me Icarus...

BUT that's only because it's done! it's being put up on shelves and I get to take a bit of a break!!! Enjoy this lil graphic about it:

What does this mean?? That means that CMI will be published soon! As y'all know, I had CMI up for pre-order on inkshares for a bit. However, I realized that Inkshares just wasn't the right fit for me. And thanks to y'all being so understanding, I was able to pull it from there and publish it on my own!

As of now, the final manuscript is with beta readers. They will make any last minute calls on it, and then I will be sending it over for publication!

I have is up for pre-order technically on Amazon, which you can find the link to Here. I am not focusing on pre-orders, as you can only set up E-Book preorders as of now. I really just have it there so that I can start making sure everything is in order!! I will still be posting a cover reveal once I have the cover in my hands, don't you guys worry!

Thank y'all for coming on this journey with me, and I cannot wait for you to meet my dysfunctional found family <3

I should also mention: I am going to be out of town starting today. For 5 days, I will not have access to any technology or internet while I am at Blue Ridge Rock Fest. That's part of why I am announcing this now, it takes a lot of pressure off my shoulders to not be able to see what happens with this post.

I also want to say that I am soso grateful to every single one of you who have followed this book from day one. We are so close to the finish line and I would not be here without all of you. You were there for every single bit of progress and every single misstep I made. I learned a lot through this process, and I know that going forward I will continue to bring y'all great stories involving Icarus and his ragtag team of queers <3

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WUPDATE: INCORRECT EYES

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟺𝚝𝚑 || 𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰

Am I finally writing a WUPDATE on time?? YES I AM!!!

I've been working really hard on getting Incorrect Eyes into a workable state to send to beta readers, which means adding a lot of new content and trying to beef up the manuscript. I'm also working on background CMI stuff right now, between a potential audiobook and writing down random thoughts that pop up between chapters of IE

All in all, kinda busy on the writing front at the moment! I feel just as busy now as I was in school, but instead of school work that needs to be done it's entirely just me trying to write and prepare stuff for publishing!

I'm also writing this as I sit in a queue waiting to buy tickets to the next Sleep Token show so my thoughts are discombobulat-NO I DON'T HAVE THE PRESALE CODE I NEVER GOT IT I'M SCREAMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

But that's not what y'all are here for, you're here for snippies!! CW: Paranoia, hallucinations, blood

For now, I can feel my soul being drawn to the next section of the text. To what the Angels are singing…

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts; His glory fills the whole earth.

I can remember what I was told to believe in church all those years ago. That the chants of the Angels was something to be heard, that it could lift your soul and bring you closer to God. But when I read the words on the pace all I can hear is the screaming and wailing, shouts that beg for atonement and forgiveness. Images pop into my mind: Angels as we knew them growing up, human-like and innocent, with tears of blood streaming down their faces as they grovel before His throne, screaming and begging for His warmth. Seraphim and Cherubim just behind them, blocking the pathetic Angels in, forcing them to submit to His holy gaze. Their screams harmonize in the worst ways, ringing through my mind and spilling through my ears. The mind-numbing pain it causes is only worsened as my eyes are drawn further down the page.

Woe is me for I am ruined [must be silent] because I am a man of unclean lips and live among a people of unclean lips, and because my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts.

Unclean, unclean, unclean. The word repeats in my mind, tearing through the chorus of terror put forth by the Angels. I am unclean just like he was. I live among people with unclean eyes, just as he with lips. He—I—we are RUINED. My mind conjures the image of the next paragraph, of the Seraphim flying towards me—Isaiah—us holding a glowing coal by means of a pair of tongs. From the altar it came, and as it laid the burning stone in my eyes it spoke:

Now that this has touched your lips, your wickedness is removed and your sin is atoned for.

And I scream.

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WUPDATE: Incorrect Eyes

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙳𝚎𝚌 𝟷𝟹𝚝𝚑 || 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

I just got home from my last final, so why not talk about literally anything other than my academics?

Incorrect Eyes is the project that's on the chopping block right now! It's next on my release schedule, so I'm working on getting it situated and sent to betas right now!

IE started as a short story, but everyone who read it told me that they wanted more, so I'm expanding it into a novella! It's a horror story featuring: too many eyes, tanakh accurate Seraphim, paranoia, body mutilation, and old ass texts!

Currently, we're working on the first draft. Zero draft is done and sits at 3,928 words. So far, we're 1,177 words into the first draft!

I'm really excited to share more of this story with y'all, it is genuinely something I love and adore

and of course imma share a bit with y'all:

One thing I will give the Father, though, is that it is so very tempting to fall back into the faith I was raised in in the face of horror. The dreams—no, nightmares—I have been subjected to make no sense otherwise. The sheer horrors I face every night when I go to sleep, only to be greeted by a visage of heavenly light. These nightmares don’t make sense once removed from the context of faith. How else do I explain seeing the Seraphim? I don’t. The Angels are a creation of humanity, something designed to add depth and intrigue to the texts of Ezekiel, Revelation, and Enoch. That’s why they were able to be removed from the Christian Canon. They simply became unnecessary and as such were written out of the story. And still, there’s a voice in my head that asks: What if they aren’t a fabrication? What if there truly are Angels out in the world?

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WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟿𝚝𝚑 || 𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰

HI! IT'S BEEN A WHILE!! a lot has happened! just a general life update first: I started my post-baccalaureate and then immediately dropped out of it because what the fuck. i've applied for a masters program at tiffin university that's designed with working people in mind so hopefully that goes better. i've gotten a really big promotion at work and i think i'm staring down the barrel of another promotion soon. my health has gone to hell and back and to hell again. i published another book!! and so much more but i think that's all imma go into here for now!

Because now it's time to talk about Desecrate! The big news: I completely scrapped what I had and started from scratch a few months ago. I mean like fully got rid of everything, bought a dry erase calender, and started re-plotting from there.

There were a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest one was that the pacing wasn't right. I started writing Desecrate as a novella, and the pacing was still going as if it was a novella despite being drawn out into a novel.

So where are we now? Now, we're roughly 13k into draft 2 of the story! I'm really pushing to have this draft finished by the end of November so that I can send it to editing and start getting ARCs together.

There's been a lot of changes to fundamental parts of the story with this overhaul, and I'm very excited to start updating my intro and character pages to reflect them! Some of these changes include:

Benny's looks changing

Benny's place in the story (from a one-sided attraction to a Queer Platonic Partner)

the introduction of polyamory to the story

giving Kit more issues

toning down the sexual content while simultaneously ramping up the themes of sexual freedom

THE CHURCH FINALLY HAS A NAME

the formatting!! god i'm so excited to talk more about the way that i'm formatting this book it's so cool!!!

and more!

And with all that talked about, it's time to get to the fun part...

snippies time!

“Oh my God!” Benny gasps beside him. “Kitty, you never told me that you were a cheerleader!” She points to a photo in the center left of the wall, one from eighth grade. The year before they moved. The year before Kit’s life changed. A pang of sadness resounds through Kit as he looks as the picture. He was happy, truly happy then. He misses those much simpler times when he didn’t know who he was but that didn’t matter, that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved to do with the people he loved to do it with. “Yeah, for a few years until we moved to the city. I miss it a bit,” he responds. Kit isn’t sure he’d ever willingly step back into the grueling days of practice again, especially not if he was forced to wear one of those suffocatingly tight skits, but idealistically he missed the routine and the excuse to find himself attractive.

and another

“Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Michaels?” “Just thinking about the excellent lecture, professor, and trying to plan out some extra reading for this weekend to dig deeper into the creation of the canons on my own.” Professor Leonard smiles at him, she had always enjoyed talking about Kit’s niche study interests. “What about them caught your interest?” she asks. Kit holds the door open for the professor as she situates her belongings in her arms so she can grab her cane.

and maybe one more:

Irritated, he answers the call. “Yes?” “Kitty!” Benny’s voice comes through the phone bright and loud. Kit takes a breath in, closing his eyes as he does so. “When are you coming to pick me up? You are coming to pick me up today, aren’t you?” “Shit, I lost track of time Ben. I’m leaving the library right now, I’ll be there in ten.” “Okay! I’ll see you then, love. Be safe!” she says before hanging up on him. Kit listens to the dead line for a moment before opening his eyes and setting his phone down.

and some texts, for good measure:

More updates to come!! I'm not sure if I'll be able to get these updates out every week, but I'll try!

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WUPDATE: Incorrect Eyes

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚊𝚗. 𝟹𝟷𝚜𝚝 || 𝙸'𝚖 𝚂𝚘 𝚃𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍

This week has been harder than expected on the healing front, so I'm quite a bit behind in... well... everything. But that's okay! I still have so much time before I absolutely have to have this project done. I plan on publishing in July, so I want to give a few months minimum to betas and my editor. That means I'm gonna be absolutely pushing to have the final draft done this coming month.

As it stands right now, we're 3,699 words into draft one with a goal of 10k! The final draft I would like to have at 20k, but this draft doesn't need to quite hit that lol

I've also realized that I have to update the content warnings for Incorrect Eyes, but I have no idea what this new content warning would be. I already have a warning about general eye stuff including disembodied eyes and removal of eyes, but idk. squelching and squishy eyes needs something. i'll just have to figure out what

ANYWAYS i know y'all are here for the snippet, so here yous go ↓

The texts swim in my vision, the words separating themselves from the scans of the papyri, twisting and turning around each other to form incomprehensible strings of Greco-Latinate text. My breath catches in my throat as those strings start to form eyes, blinking at me as they mock my inability to focus. Fuck, I need a break. I don’t bother putting the texts away as I stand up and stumble away from the desk. The cold brick to my back grounds me, but the eyes are still there. I can’t get any air in, my breath stuck as the eyes drift ever closer to me. I need to look away, I need to blink, I need to do something but I can’t. I can’t and they’re getting closer and I need to leave but I Can’t. Look. Away. The room starts heating up, the previously cold brick behind me is burning hot. It’s searing my skin, the room is cooking me alive and the eyes are getting closer. The shadows in the corners of my vision start creeping forward, sending tendrils to meet the eyes of text as I watch. It’s a battle over what will happen first, will I lose my vision or will the eyes reach me? In the end, my vision blacks out as I collapse onto the ground. My knee hits the linoleum floor hard, a sickening crack resonates in my mind as I finally take a breath in. My throat hurts, my lungs constrict. The breaths I take are shallow, but it’s still air in. I shift myself to sit criss-cross on the floor, my back pressed against the once-again-cool brick wall. My vision is begins returning to me as I lean my head back against the wall. Everything’s blurry, but at least there are no signs of the eyes. I’m alone again. Thank God.

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WUPDATE: Incorrect Eyes

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟽𝚝𝚑 || 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎

WELCOME BACK TO INCORRECT EYES SHENANIGANS!!

Over this past weekend some magic happened. I told y'all that I would be returning to Incorrect Eyes in an attempt to get it ready for my editor by the end of the month. Well, it's done! Within the span of two (2) says, I finished drafting and re-wrote all 10k words of Incorrect Eyes!

"Wait, I thought this was a novella, Andi? Isn't a novella at least 17.5k?"

Yeah, it is. That means that Incorrect Eyes is not a novella, but a novelette. This was something that I was hung up on for a long time, because I felt that the story was perfect in it's short form but I wanted to expand it. Well, I expanded it as far as I was comfortable doing and I landed at 10k.

Even still, I will be publishing this as a standalone! It will be roughly the same length as In The Hands of an Angry G-d by Claude Hamesh and I will be publishing just like they did!

More information will come as I have it! For now, I am waiting to receive the cover art from my lovely artist. I have also sent the revised draft to my amazing editor for whenever he has time to start working on it. I will be reaching out to an interior illustrator sometime this week about doing chapter illustrations and maybe also custom chapter headers. We'll see!

For now, let me leave you with the last sneak peek snippies for Incorrect Eyes before publication:

CW: Catholicism and the guilt and shame associated with it

But as I pass the church again, I stop. The church is beautiful; stark in contrast to the buildings around it. It puts them to shame, just as I remember my pastor back home doing. Shame. The one thing the church accurately teaches. Well, that and guilt. Two sides of the same coin, both telling me that I fucked up. What did I do? Doesn’t matter, I’m going to Hell either way. There’s a glint of something in the stained glass windows—almost like eyes tilted down on me in condescension—that asks me to come inside. Asks me to enter the confessional, to pray for my soul despite the years of sin I’ve accumulated since I’ve left the church. Despite the fact that I’ve turned my back on God. Despite everything.

And one more for good measure: (CW: injury, pain, blood, mentions of hallucinations)

The doors slam open as I hurtle my body weight through them. The impact slows me for only a moment before I’m stumbling through the threshold and falling down the steps in front of the building. I land hard on my knees and wrists, sliding across the concrete until I finally come to a stop. Streaks of red decorate the rough concrete, they’re all I’m able to focus on as I try to reign in my ragged breathing. My heart is pounding, my blood rushes in my ears. The swarm of eyes that had been following disperses into the corners of my vision once again, leaving me alone as I writhe in pain on the cold hard sidewalk. I hate this. I fucking hate all of this. I’m being used for entertainment, thrown around like a toy for something greater to watch. It makes me feel small, useless. Makes me want to crumple in on myself until there is nothing left. Water droplet stain the concrete below me as I start to cry. My head bows until my forehead kisses the ground and I let it all out. I try not to scream, I really do. Instead, I hear the pathetic whimpers that fall from my mouth as I let the pain run through my body.

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WUPDATE: Call Me Icarus

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛. 𝟷𝚜𝚝 || 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚎!

Welcome to the start of a new month! I'm going back through the last chapter I wrote for Call Me Icarus and polishing it so I have stuff to share.

I am still sitting around 43k because of this, but that means we are officially 3k over halfway done! My goal for this book is 80k and we are getting there!

I know that progress on CMI will be slow this month, so I wanna apologize in advance for that. This month begins the second phase of my Starting A Novel class, meaning that I need to write a draft of a chapter by the 15th and then have it critiqued on the 22nd. From there, I will have until the end of the semester to revise the chapter for finals. So, yeah. Lots of Desecrate content comin up but less time to work on CMI.

As always, I have a snippet for y'all below the cut!

Each foot fall pounded against the wood of the floor, reverberating in his skull and mixing with the erratic beating of his heart. The first thing he saw was a pair of black books, ATLAS issue. Those damn boots that he had coveted for so long, but never got to own. Even now, a pang of envy briefly runs through his heart as he struggles to get his breathing under control. The footsteps come closer as black-clad legs entered his vision. Icarus knew he had to look up, had to face whoever this “Elysian boon” was. But for some reason he couldn’t. He was scared. As the person came to a stop mere feet away from him, he looked their hand. A hand he recognized, and yet didn’t. A hand that was home to a scar he knew as if it were his own on a hand much more rough than he remembered. A hand he wish he knew the touch of, had dreamed of knowing the touch of, but never got the chance. A whisper. “Why won’t you look at me?” He had put off facing his fear for too long, the tense air of the room now clogging his throat. His heartbeat refused to settle on a rhythmic pattern as his eyes grazed up a muscular arm - one more tanned and packed with muscle than he recalled, yet still spattered with a galaxy of freckles just as they’d always been.

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟸𝚗𝚍 || 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑

and by the final stretch I mean that I will be finishing this draft of CMI this month. I need to have ample time for editors and beta's to look over what I have for CMI (preferably betas first so that I can get it in a decent shape before editors)

I just got chapter 11 done and sent and I'm working on chapter 12 now! That means I'm coming up to halfway through this rewrite!!

I've been mostly resting this week, I read two whole novels and I'm working my way through a novella right now. This has been a much needed break, I got my creative juices pumping again after reading such amazing works and now I am more motivated than ever to finish CMI (with restrictions)

Speaking of restrictions, I did have that doctors appointment I mentioned last week. It sure was an appointment, and for the foreseeable future I will be working as I can within my limits. I will get this book finished for it's October release, but I will not push myself to my extremes.

Anyways, that's all I really have to say this week. I hop y'all have a great day!

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟽𝚝𝚑 || 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙽𝚊𝙽𝚘 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

I'm a day late (I had a really bad day yesterday), but I here to keep true to what I said last week! I am going to try keeping up with weekly updates at least through this month

So here's the update: I beat Camp NaNo!! I set my goal at 36k words, and last night at 11:30PM I hit 36,466 words!

I didn't finish out on CMI, yesterday I had the irresistable urge to write a short story to add to my grief collection. This one's a bit raw, so it's not going up on the Ko-Fi just yet.

I have also mostly finished chapter 11 of CMI! And by mostly finished I mean that I just now decided that I'm splitting it off into two chapters.

That means the total chapter count is now 26, and I am a little further away from halfway now (but that's okay!)

Anyways, there's another really big change that I am making to these. I know you all love the snippets and I know that I love to share them, but with recent AI issues I don't think I'm comfortable putting so much of my writing out on the internet.

So for now, these WUPDATES will not have any snippets. Sorry.

Final note for this week: I am exhausted. I am having a lot of mental and physical health issues at the moment, ones that will hopefully be addressed at my doctors appointment on monday. Until then, I'm going on a break. I just... I need to rest.

I will say with that that I am planning on having CMI published this year, with the second and third books in the series well underway by the end of the year. I won't let this story go untold, don't y'all worry! <3

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟻𝚝𝚑 || 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗!

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Happy Halloween the 5th y'all! We're finally creeping closer to my time of year and I am so excited!

Healing has been a rocky journey as of late, but I wanted to make sure y'all knew that I appreciate and love every goddamned one of y'all! You've been so supportive of me through my healing and I could not be more appreciative of that!

I've also spent the last week re-vamping the old theme on here to include an about me page and a (soon to be revealed) character picture page where I will put all the picrews and other associated images (hopefully one day fanart as well) of the characters for Call Me Icarus! Because of that, I haven't written much.

But what I have written? Oh, it's good. And of course, it's below the cut

TW: BLOOD, GORE, THE START OF A PANIC ATTACK

He took in a raggedy breath as he looked down at blood soaked hands - his blood soaked hands - and started to tremble. What had he done? Icarus staggered back, away from the bloody remains of what once was an Elysian. He had done that. He had done that. He just killed someone. No, not just killed them. Icarus had just butchered someone. An Elysian, his mind provided. But that did little to comfort him. That man may have been an Elysian, but he was still human. His breath came to a halt as a hand was placed on his shoulder, but it was too much. He couldn’t handle it right now, didn’t want anyone to see what he had done. Icarus could feel the slickness of the blood on his hands, the blood that they had seen him shed. Could feel the bruises that littered his body from the mace used against him. The mace that now laid discarded in a pile of gore next to the unmoving body. Never to be used again. He didn’t want the others to see this. It was one thing for them to talk about taking down the Elysians, but he had actually done it. This was supposed to be an easy break in. They were supposed to get in, grab Achilles, and get out. But, he had to be there. Of course he did. So Icarus did what he had too. But he didn’t want them to see. Didn’t want them to judge him. He could feel their gazes follow him as he fell to the ground, wrapping his arms around his body in an attempt to stop the shaking.

Everyone say thank you to @/the-finch-address for CANS and Trick or Treat for giving me the motivation to finally write this scene!

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙽𝚘𝚟. 𝟹𝚛𝚍 || 𝙽𝚊𝙽𝚘𝚆𝚛𝚒𝙼𝚘 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎!

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Καιρὸς δέ y'all! Long time no update post!

sorry for seemingly depriving y'all of content, these past few weeks have been literal hell for me. i won’t go much into detail since i’ve already complained plenty, but anyways: it’s NaNo time!

i am finally motivated to write for the first time in a while! I even got up to 30,730 words today! that means I am now 1/3 of the way done with this book 😊

you know what that means? that means it’s time to psychologically torture Icarus 😍

but i’ll be nice for now (under the cut):

He looked at the people in his kitchen. How did his life come to this?

There were two strangers in his home, one of them having become an important fixture in his life in a matter of days. They were making him breakfast, chatting with each other and making his apartment truly feel like a home.

That was when it clicked.

Icarus knew which twin was in his kitchen.

Icarus knew, because he had met him before.

Years ago, hell, years before he even left ATLAS he had been introduced to what he knew as the Reserve Students. He was expected to present about the Elysian Program and why they should try harder to make it into the program proper. The Reserve Students that happened to include one Thanatos and one Hypnos.

How could he forget?

“Καιρὸς δέ, Thanatos,” he said, stretching his arms out in front of him and laying his forehead on the blissfully cool counter.

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