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A young, closeted demigod named Etole finds love and acceptance  with his lover Vanos, but the fact that he is transgender and gay are both desperately kept secrets from his goddess mother. Etole's mother seems hellbent on marrying him off to the highest ranking god she can find—a definite problem when Etole is already in love and has no interest in living life as a woman.  When a lowly slug reveals Etole's secret to his mother, all hell breaks loose, and in retaliation she places a curse upon Etole's lover. This is the story of Etole's grand adventure to come out and find his father, the only person that could possibly convince his mother to turn Vanos back.

Chapter 1 available now on Wattpad! 

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Free Sensitivity Reading

Hey folks! I really want to dip my toes into sensitivity reading.

I’m new to the game and really want to get in some practice before actually seeking out cash in exchange for critique. (My services would be free for now—all that I would require is that you write a testimonial if you found my services to be helpful.) I’m getting my B.A. in Creative Writing, so I do have experience critiquing fiction & poetry in a group setting.

What I Can Cover:

Transgender characters (Preferably FTM, as that’s what I am.)

Characters struggling w/ sexuality

Characters with depression

Characters with anxiety

Characters with ADHD

Characters with chronic pain/ chronic fatigue / Fibromyalgia

A Little About Me

My name is Cain! I’m a chronically ill trans man from the humid cesspool that is Florida. I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD, clinical depression, social anxiety disorder, and Fibromyalgia. I’m an undergrad at UCF pursuing a B.A. in Creative Writing. I’m also a professional photographer. My favorite things to do are read, write poems, and snap photos.

Turn Around Time

I can commit to 2-3 chapters per week. I’m a full time student and I’m disabled, so my health and studies will take priority, but I’ll be as quick as I can.

Contact: send me a message on Tumblr or email me at cainmwilson@gmail.com

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Title: A Promise For Lovers

Synopsis: A closeted demigod named Etole falls in love with a human trans man named Vanos. Etole’s mother, the goddess of beauty, finds out about their relationship. Angry that her progeny would dare fall in love with a mortal, the goddess turns Vanos into a barrel of wine, swearing that she’ll force Etole to drink all of it at his wedding. Angry and heartbroken, Etole comes out of the closet, chops off all his hair, and goes on a grand adventure to find his father who is powerful enough to turn Vanos back. 

Genres: High fantasy, romance, LGBT+

Features: A trans MC, M/M romance, pining, greek mythos inspired content

Status: Planning

Novel Tag: Here

Tag List: @ezwriting @gaylordlavender (Ask to be tagged!)

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honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macarons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles

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Rules: post the last lines you’ve written and tag other writers

They walked for many hours. Deva stayed firmly in the lead while Taylor took a more leisurely pace. They were about a hundred feet back and every time she looked back, it felt like her friend was further and further away.

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i want to post more on here but i am... sick & tired folks. 

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Akartia is one of the last living relatives of the Goddess of Creation & out of the few living is the most powerful. Although she is not of noble lineage, Akartia’s connection with the Goddess of Creation thrust her into politics at a young age. She and Bascus met when they were teenagers. It was young love—but most certainly not foolish love. It was her idea to overthrow Vurukhai’s previous ruler and it was her tactics that lead to Bascus’ success. Determined to create a kinder world for her sister, who came out as trans during the previous ruler’s reign of terror, Akartia enacted many policies that would help keep gender non-conforming individuals safe. Akartia is determined to make the world she lives in better and safer for those she rules. She has one gold eye and one dark brown eye—the golden eye a common trait among those that are gods and goddesses. 

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Bascus is the elven lord that took Akartia’s heart. Although he did not initially believe he and Akartia were capable of overthrowing, he abhorred the way that the previous ruler treated those that were considered ‘abnormal’.  Akartia’s influence lead him to overthrow the previous ruler—all things considered, he fell into the role of king quite well. He proved himself to be a kind ruler alongside of his wife—although he gives her most of the credit for the success they currently have. His eyes are a deep mahogany color. 

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Abeldion is the son of Akartia and Bascus—he is kind like his mother and strong willed like his father. Although his parents are perfectly healthy, Abeldion has struggled with his health for as long as he can remember. Chronic pain effects every aspect of his life, but he is determined to be perceived as a worthy heir in the eyes of his parents. His disability is a part of him, but he is so much more than just that. It is Abeldion that chooses to go on a great quest in search of a way to lift the curse that the God of Destruction placed upon the land—much to his father’s ire and his mother’s worry. It would be a mistake to mistake Abeldion’s kindness for complacency. When he is able to, Abeldion is in constant motion, and is determined to make his mark on the world one way or another. His eyes are a deep brown, though he has gold flecks in them—a sign of his mother’s bloodline. 

Tag List: @ezwriting​ @rose-platter-writes

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(Tentative) Title: Rise Above

Synopsis: Trans best friends Taylor & Deva are moved to action when a god’s curse spreads to their village. Refusing to give up on their home, the two seek to petition Vurukhai’s royalty for help. While petitioning they meet the gay, disabled elven prince Abeldion—a man who is just as determined to lift the curse as they are. The three join together and face insurmountable odds: the anger of a god, eldritch horrors, and a strange curse that poisons everything it touches. With the odds stacked against them Taylor, Deva, and Abeldion are going to have to face more than just their inner demons to survive.

Genres: High fantasy, romance, LGBT+

Features: Two trans MCs, a disabled POC MC, M/M romance, high fantasy with inspiration from greek mythos

Status: Writing

Novel Tag: Here

Beta Readers: None atm! Ask & I’ll shoot you the first chapter :)

Tag List: @ezwriting (Ask to be tagged!)

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original fiction / first chapter of my current wip

word count: 1176

genre: high fantasy, lgbtq, romance

tag list: @ezwriting

tw: contains animal death

The festivities had the streets ablaze with color. Red and gold banners lined the streets and vendors with their busy kiosks filled the dirt roads. People of all shapes and sizes had their faces painted in vibrant hues. Children waved flags, red and gold to match the banners, all while playing hopscotch in the village’s town square. Two people huddled together, sitting on a wooden bench and watching the celebration unfold. Both of them wore red and gold for the occasion. The dwarven woman in a simple silk dress and the human in an equally simple tunic. Both of them had yet to get their faces painted, but the moonlight cast them in silver hues all the same. To Taylor, their friend looked truly beautiful. “The colors of nobility suit you, you know?” Their dwarven friend laughed and shook her head.

Thirty years ago Queen Akartia and King Bascus deposed Vurukhai’s original ruler and decreed that there would be a celebration of trans identities, a vast change from the past King’s phobic ideologies. Akartia said that all trans folk were her children—that they could always find a home in Vurukhai should they so choose to. Taylor made Vurukhai their home long before they had the courage to transition, but they were grateful that the atmosphere had changed to a welcoming one. “So—have you been thinking about your name?” Their dwarven friend had yet to reveal her new name.

“I have.” She smiled and there was a spark in her eyes that Taylor loved. Whenever they saw that spark, they knew something wonderful would happen. “I like the name Deva.”

“Named after the goddess of beauty? I like it.” Taylor grinned back. “You chose your name today, which must make it twice as special.” They paused and then pointed at a kiosk with a shortening line. “Wanna go get our faces painted?”

“You know it, brother.” Deva hopped up. Even at her full height she was still only a few inches above four feet. The two giggled as they held hands, though Deva was the one walking faster than Taylor. “I want purple paint.” Purple always suited her hazel eyes. “What about you?”

“I don’t know—pink? That was my father’s favorite color.” Their father died from a wasting illness in the fall of last year. It was a shame that he had died before they got top surgery. Their father had always talked about traveling to the ocean together and how sweet it would be to feel the sun on their back without having to wear a tunic.

“You thinking about him today?” Deva looked concerned and Taylor suddenly felt guilty. Today was about her, not them.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. He wouldn’t want me to mope.” It was best to not focus on the pit in their stomach. Deva nodded and the two stood in silence for awhile. Taylor never felt odd whenever there were lapses in conversation. Silence, with Deva, had always been comfortable. The line slowly shuffled forward. When it was their turn, the two both flashed the painter big, white toothed smiles.

“Hey Hobbs.” Taylor was the first to speak. “You mind doing up Deva in purple and me in pink? How are the kids?”  Hobbs motioned for Deva to sit on the gnarled oak stool. She sat, dainty, and tilted her head to the side so that Hobbs could work.

“The kids are—” A loud scream echoed above all the chatter of the festivities. Hobbs faltered and the line he was painting wobbled. Taylor and Deva glanced at each other. A quiet settled over the throngs of people. It was a tense silence, one that only hinted at the storm that was about to come. It didn’t take long for there to be a mass panic. People were running and pushing past each other. There were shouts of mothers searching for their children and the children that weren’t immediately found wound stood like pillars, so scared they turned to stone.

By the time Deva and Taylor turned around Hobbs was gone. He’d left his paints behind. “He doesn’t even know what they’re scared of.” Deva scoffed. She was always the bold one, but even Taylor had to admit that they were curious.

“Let’s wait for the stampede to die down? I know you want to know, but I don’t want to get trampled.” Taylor was often the voice of reason. Tonight was no different. “Oh, and by the way, this is a terrible idea.”

“Yeah, but you’re enabling me, you nosy boar.” Deva grinned. It only took a couple minutes for the streets to be completely empty. Red and gold banners were now trampled and covered in dirt. Kiosks were empty, save for the contents of fresh food that were left behind in the scramble. In the distance, there was the sound of a baby crying. Taylor and Deva made there way to the edge of town where the scream had originated. Taylor wanted to take it slow, but Deva had already broken into a jog before they could say anything.

“Why are we running toward something potentially deadly?” Taylor was trying to be the voice of reason, but they had a feeling that it was too late for that. Deva ignored them and only began to slow when the root of all this madness came into view.

“Holy shit.” Deva was holding her breath.

A fawn—or what used to be a fawn—laid in the center of the road. Its coat was matted with a black, sticky substance. The smell made Taylor gag. The legs were gnarled the wrong way and its eyes were oddly black. Its head lolled to the side as it struggled to breathe.

“It’s a miracle this fucker is still alive.” Deva always swore when she was stressed. “Should I, like, you know…?”

“No.” Taylor chose to trust her gut. “Don’t touch it.”

Over the horizon a man on horseback came into view. Hoofbeats came at a steady, quick pace. It was odd to get a visitor this late at night—then again, this whole night had become odd. He stopped his horse a good ten feet away from the fawn. The horse was lathered in sweat and his coat glistened under the silver light of the moon. “It’s already here.” The man was flushed in the face. “You folks need to leave. Immediately.” He motioned to the houses. “Pack up your things and go.”

“What is this?” Taylor motioned to the fawn as the horse snorted. “What’s the matter with it?”

He looked antsy as he gathered up black leather reins in his hands. “A curse. That’s what I was told, anyways. First it’ll affect the wildlife. Then the crops. And maybe even you if you stay.” Taylor could see the whites of his eyes as he spoke. “I should tell the town’s leader. They should know. They should all know.” He didn’t wait for the two friends to respond before he urged his horse to a canter.

By the time he was gone the fawn had died.

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