burningbee

[burningbee]

If this federal funding freeze continues, myself, my partner, and many many other people will lose access to food security through SNAP and WIC. I'm prepared to dumpster dive and hit up food banks again, but not everyone is so so able-bodied or has reliable access to food banks.

CALL your reps and VOICE your thoughts to help stall this fascist BS from the Feds. It was EXTREMELY painless (as someone with phone anxiety) and only took like 5 minutes tops.

It's not a full on solution but it's better than silent compliance.

[burningbee]

not to derail the low income writer thing, but I’ve actually had this discussion before, many times, in smaller writing circles, with how so much of the current writing and publishing “climate” does not adhere nor even acknowledge how difficult writing (or any creative outlet tbh) can be for people to pursue - even as a hobby - when your energies are sapped into simply surviving, into struggling through life, working full-time, perhaps even balancing multiple jobs, or care-giving children, elderly or sick family, with little to show for it beyond the absolute minimum. how the current economic living crisis has been inevitably crushing creatives, and potential creatives, when there are so many limitations, not just financially, but in time and in energy

advice akin to “those who want to write will find the time” is insulting to those who are already running ragged just trying to get by, whether due to jobs, brain fog, illness or a combination of all the above and more. “get up earlier or stay up later” doesn’t take into consideration how much people are already sacrificing everywhere else. how out of touch a lot of it is, mostly offered by those who are already successful, or from those who have the luxury of time

most low income writers are self-publishing their work already prepared for a significant loss, after cover art, marketing budgets, editing etc, and so, some low income writers will never be able to justify self-publishing at all. and money aside, other avenues aren’t exactly easy either, patreon subscribers, for example, look for discord access, social media presence, weekly or bi-weekly updates, asking for more time and more energy from the author. simply the way readers engage now, expecting immediate sequels, long series, multiple books published a year, constant engagement, this entire set-up is making it almost impossible for low income writers to keep up, and it goes way beyond the monetary limitations. 

[burningbee]

[burningbee]

[burningbee]

easy and stress-free guide!

Turn off your brain and go one-by-one. It's so easy and much less scary than you think!

Go HERE and enter your zip code

Pick up your phone, and call anybody listed as a representative, not a senator

You'll be asked for some identifying information. that's normal! you need to be their constituent.

Say the following (leave out the LGBT part if your rep is republican): I want [REPRESENTATIVE] to vote No on KOSA, with the reasons being its massive privacy issues, its potential to harm LGBT communities, and infringe on our freedom of speech.

And you're done!

It's that easy, and the person you'll be talking to will just be a kindly older lady or a tired intern. And the best part? They have to listen to you if you call!

Do not assume others will do this for you.

[burningbee]

Thought I make a cover image for my faerie fic.

You can read it on Ao3 here: The Wildling, The Himbo, & The Bastard

It’s a polyamorous romance novel about messy people screwing up a lot. It’s got friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, pining (so much pining), bisexual disasters, idiots in love, and a whole lot of smut. The main woman has undiagnosed ADHD and the boys have no idea how to handle romance.

There’s an excerpt under the cut. (This is an adult story and I use swear words a lot, plus Fig is a crass little goblin most of the time.) Feel free to reblog and share if you like it! I love writing about these dum-dums.

***

He’d barely been able to get out sentences while he was sitting next to her. His initial plan to strike up casual conversation and then asking if she could speak to him alone had completely fallen apart. Not only because she didn’t fucking remember him, but also because his mind turned to goo around her and his tongue felt too big for his mouth. He’d been scrambling to try and think of a reason to see her again, when he managed to absorb the words ‘between jobs’. She needed work. Perfect, he had a business… in which he didn’t sell anything nor really pay attention to running a store front at all. Nowadays he kept the shop completely closed and the only people who knew he bought ‘random’ objects called beforehand to get an appointment. 

   The cataloging thing had just come to him in a moment of panic when she’d asked what job he even had for her. The more he thought on it though, the happier he felt. It could actually work. The shop had mountains of bric-a-brac, things that had been piling up for at least a couple centuries now. There would be plenty of work to keep her busy and near him, allowing for a reintroduction. Maybe I can even develop a working brain enough to charm her, he thought sourly. But that had been a fluke, right? I was only caught off guard. Now that the initial shock of seeing her again was passed, he surely would be able to talk to her no problem. 

   Then he could be the one to seduce her. The idea filled him with giddy anticipation. He wasn’t a bumbling virgin anymore, he would know what he was doing this go around. He now knew what a clit was for one thing, he knew how to talk dirty and take control, and he had much better stamina than a human man. He was going to blow her mind and make it impossible for her to forget him again. Perhaps afterward she would even want to do it more. If she was working for him they could see each other every day. He could pull her in for a lunch time quickie or a not so quickie. The shop was closed all the time anyway, he could tell her to fuck work for a day and spend it all fucking him instead. 

   He didn’t know how long it would take her to organize everything but it would definitely be several months, maybe even a year. A year of Juniper sounded delicious, and maybe after he’d had her again, she would remember him. Maybe all she needed was a bit of reminding, and he wouldn’t have to wear his glamor. He could feel her body against his fur again, use his tongue on her nipples and skin and cunt, have his bare cock fill her up once more. His heart started pounding as his mind raced and his pants tightened. This was the best idea he’d ever had. 

   The sound of his passenger door opening startled him out of his horny daydream. “Awesome, you’re still here,” Fig huffed darkly. “You owe me a shit ton of tacos and an angry ride on your dick, that flaccid little pimple totally shriveled up after you barged in. I didn’t even get to come. I can’t stand it when humans get all dick shy, it’s so stupid. Pissed me off too much to want to stay.” 

Carrick, having been yanked out of his Juniper bubble, frowned at the sulky goblin in his passenger seat. “I’ll get you tacos, but you are not gettin’ an angry dick ride just because you’ll fuck any man who can achieve an erection with you.” 

   “You mean every man alive because I have a gorgeous tight little bod?”

   “You are so full of shit, you might as well be a septic tank.” 

   Fig lazily flipped him off. “Why can’t I get an angry dick ride? Is your cock spent from jizzing your pants over that girl?” 

   “I’m just not interested tonight. Or really any night for the foreseeable future.” There was no way he’d be able to get hard without thinking about Juniper now, and he most definitely did not want Fig in that mix. That would just be confusing. 

   “It is cause of that girl!” Fig perked up with intrigue. “Fuck man, what’s got you so fixated? I’ve never seen you want a specific person this much before.”

   “I am not fixated.”

   “You totally are. How’d flashing her the goods go anyway? Did you actually manage to steal her away for a bit or did you wuss out?” 

   All of the wind left Carrick’s sails. He hadn’t wanted to think about how that conversation had gone, only how he had miraculously managed to have a reason to see her again. 

   “You did wuss out.”

   “I didn’t,” he snapped. “She-,” he grimaced and felt bitter sadness crawl into his chest. “She doesn’t remember me…”

   “Ha! Hahaha! Fuckin’ loser! So what now? Start from scratch?”

   “Yes. I offered her a job and she’ll be organizin’ and catalogin’ the shop. I’ll have plenty of time alone with her that way.” 

   When Fig didn’t say anything, Carrick glanced over at him and the goblin was squinting at him with disdain. He puffed up defensively. “What?”

   “Are you stupid?”

   “It’s a good plan, it is! Fuck off…”

   “It’s a terrible plan. Not only is your junk heap a weird gross behemoth that nobody wants to touch but you, you’re going to have a human in the shop? All the time? And she doesn’t remember you at all?! She thinks you’re human! I’m guessing she probably thinks you live with other humans! I take my glamor off when I’m home, I am not catering to this stupid ass plan. The others won’t either. Bristle is gonna pop in on you one day and your girl is gonna scream and scream and never come back.” 

   “No she won’t…” But what if she does?

   “I mean, I’m not stopping you cause I love a good train wreck, but don’t expect this to go off without a hitch.”

   Carrick growled and balled up his fists. Fig was such an asshole sometimes. Actually he was all the time, but having it directed at him was annoying. And Fig didn’t know what he was talking about. Juniper was resilient, curious, and fearless. She hadn’t screamed at all (well at least not from fear) in her time in Fey, even when he’d surprised her. She hadn’t cringed or cowered or run away. She had wanted him. Lonely, freakish, ugly Carrick… And now he was the far more confident Jasper Wyld. She would want him again. She would. He had to believe that. 

[burningbee]

I'm certain this is on Tumblr somewhere, but I haven't seen it around, so I'm sharing it myself

[burningbee]

More drawings from my faerie romance fic, but this time significantly less horny!

The first drawing is a side character named Bristle. They are a dryad and they hate everyone. I tried drawing a story moment where the main human character was spelled to see things “normally” but Bristle is so not normal her brain didn’t know how to handle it, resulting in nightmare fuel. Second drawing is my version of Brownies. They are basically the same as most folklore. Just little guys that live in houses and keep the place neat and clean if you give them the right food. (Carrick’s brownies prefer Taco Bell and twinkies) If you don’t give them what they like or no offerings at all they can all morph together and form a boggart to wreak havoc in your house.

[burningbee]

My main goal with tumblr now is going to be continually posting my weird little guys until I have zero followers left.

[burningbee]

Fluffy nakey faerie man

[burningbee]

Nowadays all I draw are memes of my own OCs. Second drawing is one of those ‘draw your OC in only this’ kinda things. This one was made by paggiart on Twitter. I instantly wanted the put my disaster throuple in it.

Fig: this is an outfit he straight up owns

Juniper: she’s having fun with it

Carrick: oozes the vibes of a dog whose been made to wear a little sweater and booties and walks like an uncertain robot (I could have made this fit him, but this is funnier)

[burningbee]

easy and stress-free guide!

Turn off your brain and go one-by-one. It's so easy and much less scary than you think!

Go HERE and enter your zip code

Pick up your phone, and call anybody listed as a representative, not a senator

You'll be asked for some identifying information. that's normal! you need to be their constituent.

Say the following (leave out the LGBT part if your rep is republican): I want [REPRESENTATIVE] to vote No on KOSA, with the reasons being its massive privacy issues, its potential to harm LGBT communities, and infringe on our freedom of speech.

And you're done!

It's that easy, and the person you'll be talking to will just be a kindly older lady or a tired intern. And the best part? They have to listen to you if you call!

Do not assume others will do this for you.

[burningbee]

My garish bastard baby

[burningbee]

I have a habit in my writing to pop a side character into existence only to give them fun character traits and then I fall in love with them. Thus is how Fig came to be, my goblin child, my gender fucky baby, my silly little bastard boy.

I am normal about him.

Anyway he’s part of a poly romance I’m writing on ao3 and I have had to restrict access to only registered users because AI is a plague and it’s eating creativity spaces like a cancerous tumor.

Read it here: The Wilding, The Himbo, & The Bastard

If you like found family, idiots in love, and monster smut you might like this.

[burningbee]

I told ya I would subject you guys to my weird little guys, so here they are! These guys are from my faerie fic and current hyper fixation. It’s a poly romance between these three. The story centers around the faerie boys having no idea how to describe or deal with romantic feelings, while Juniper is just trying to live her life. But her brain doesn’t like cooperating with her and also her hot employer is super flirty and that’s a problem. Everyone is a mess and I love these sloppy little idiots.

It’s ‘urban’ fantasy, takes place during modern times, and is a slice of life story. The boys wear glamors to mask their real bodies and there’s a time skip after chapter three so Juniper has a younger design. I have a lot of fun with faerie lore and how their magic and natures would affect their culture and social norms. Also I wanted a poly romance where the woman isn’t the center of the ‘love triangle’. If anything this starts out as kind of a straight line. Fig wants Carrick, Carrick wants Juniper, and Juniper is trying hard not to want Carrick.

If this sounds fun you can read it on ao3 here! It is explicit and meant for an adult audience.

[burningbee]

Reblogging cause I posted this pretty late last night. Also I’m just going to link the stories. They are explicit and meant for an adult audience. I mean, I'm not your dad. Go nuts if you want, but there's your warning. So here’s the werewolf one:

Unfortunately We’re Stuck With Each Other

And here’s the faerie one:

The Wildling, The Himbo, & The Bastard

So this probably going to come out of left field for anyone who still follows this Tumblr, but my drawing career has kind of petered out and for the last year or so I've been writing romance novels.

I don't really plan on actually publishing them. I've only been putting them on ao3, but I've really enjoyed writing them and I'm kinda proud of my work.

And when I say they're romance novels, I mean fully XXX raunchy ass romance. It's not pure erotica, they have plot and character growth and FEELINGS, but also a lot of sex scenes and kinky shit on top of that. Bondage, femdom, edging, monsterfucker kink, to name a few.

The first one I wrote, and I'm almost done posting, is a slow burn werewolf story. Bare bones set up is: What if imprint but everyone hated it. Kind of enemies to lovers but on the milder side. It's a straight romance, and the man is a sad wet dog boy, absolutely a pathetic baby. The woman is a cheerful, smiling on the outside, dying on the inside type. There's lots of agnst and hurt/comfort and fanficy tropes.

The second one I'm working on and recently started posting is a faerie polyamory story (mmf) and more about messy people making messy mistakes. Also, when I say faerie, I don't mean hot men with pointy ears. My faerie boys are one big fat furry muscle himbo and a goblin twink. The woman is human and very much has ADHD.

I draw my characters often, and I'd like to be able to share my stories with anyone who would be interested. Does this sound interesting to anyone? The stuff I write is pretty irreverent and fun. I've been told it comes through that I enjoyed myself in the writing. I put a lot of queer characters in them and both of my female mains are fat.

TL, DR: I've written steamy romance fics with paranormal shit and fat characters. Would anyone be interested in me posting about them here?

[burningbee]

So this probably going to come out of left field for anyone who still follows this Tumblr, but my drawing career has kind of petered out and for the last year or so I've been writing romance novels.

I don't really plan on actually publishing them. I've only been putting them on ao3, but I've really enjoyed writing them and I'm kinda proud of my work.

And when I say they're romance novels, I mean fully XXX raunchy ass romance. It's not pure erotica, they have plot and character growth and FEELINGS, but also a lot of sex scenes and kinky shit on top of that. Bondage, femdom, edging, monsterfucker kink, to name a few.

The first one I wrote, and I'm almost done posting, is a slow burn werewolf story. Bare bones set up is: What if imprint but everyone hated it. Kind of enemies to lovers but on the milder side. It's a straight romance, and the man is a sad wet dog boy, absolutely a pathetic baby. The woman is a cheerful, smiling on the outside, dying on the inside type. There's lots of agnst and hurt/comfort and fanficy tropes.

The second one I'm working on and recently started posting is a faerie polyamory story (mmf) and more about messy people making messy mistakes. Also, when I say faerie, I don't mean hot men with pointy ears. My faerie boys are one big fat furry muscle himbo and a goblin twink. The woman is human and very much has ADHD.

I draw my characters often, and I'd like to be able to share my stories with anyone who would be interested. Does this sound interesting to anyone? The stuff I write is pretty irreverent and fun. I've been told it comes through that I enjoyed myself in the writing. I put a lot of queer characters in them and both of my female mains are fat.

TL, DR: I've written steamy romance fics with paranormal shit and fat characters. Would anyone be interested in me posting about them here?