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now i am forced to somehow un-love you. as if i never craved your touch, your kiss, or simply your presence across the room. i am forced to pretend this heart is not longing for your return. we are now two strangers who shared a past, and an imaginary future together. i am forced to dry my tears at night and make myself believe this is for the better. my arms no longer have a home. and your absence will forever torment my soul.

- nick <3 (i am forced to forget us)

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Oh you hot piece of meat

Let me cut a slab of your best bits and I'll ravage you

I'll eat and destroy until you are no more

I am never full

But I'll make sure you are

So so full of me that you'll never be full of yourself

Never again will you see yourself without me inside you

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Announcement!

Hi everyone!! I thought I should probably post this so people know instead of me hoping they can read my mind lol

But I just wanted you all to know my book is available internationally now!! Sort of! You can order a copy from me directly if you are unable to buy it in store. You can either dm me here or any of my other socials, or contact me through my email masongilbert1818@gmail.com

Thank you all so much!

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things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

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no cause I literally do this like every chapter I read through...

Truly the all time funniest writer thing is when you're doing edits and you think to yourself "omg I've got the PERFeCT sentence to add right here!" and then you stick it in all excited, only to find that literally three lines down you have virtually that exact same sentence in the draft already.

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I won't call you honey, Because you're name is just as sweet to say.

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Did this up again with more links and less blah blah including my NEW WEBSITE!! That's right baby, your girl is getting profesh B)

"Come in! Come in!"

My name is Mason, I’m a 17 year old queer author and writer in Aotearoa New Zealand! My book The Jellyfish is OUT NOW and available online at my website linked below. :)

I have side-blogs for the two novels I am working on right now, but more information like that is further on! This is basically a master list of links and different things you can find me on!!

I am a writer and published author (While a librarian in training!). I write fictional stories and poetry the derives from personal experiences. I’m currently in the process of writing two books which I will expand on later. Here I’ll be posting short stories, poems, updates and short excerpts from my books and probably other things.

A lot of my writing stems from my own experiences in life as a queer and mentally ill/disordered person, trying to create stories and characters people can find comfort and safety in. Growing up, and even now, it was hard seeing people like me be represented probably in all kinds of media, driving me to be a creator so young people growing up can feel happy and accepted in beautiful worlds unlike ours.

LINKS

FIND ME EVERYWHERE ON LINKTREE (Insta, Goodreads, Ko-fi, twt, etc.)

MY WEBSITE (BOOKS AVALIBLE)

MY WEBSITE (BOOKS AVALABLE)

MY WRITING COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!

SIDE-BLOGS

To find out more about my projects, I suggest you hop over to my side-blogs where I post chapter snippets and other fun things about the book and characters!! Blurbs are pinned on those blogs :)

THoMCM side-blog: @hauntedcari

The Dead End side-blog: @deadendmasongilbert

I really hope you enjoy my page thank you!!

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TMA comment: Although they are archivists (Or at least work in one) and I work in a library, I can confirm that the way the tma group talks to each other is very real because me and the other librarians are exactly like that

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Not excited for when I have to promote Dead End on Tiktok and use phrases like "grumpy sunshine" and "Forbidden love" and not actually talk about what it's really about and just have it be watered down to tropes that aren't even the centre of the story. I totally (don't) love booktok!!!!!!!!!

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Jester with no makeup (A short story)

“I fear I will die!!” Jester screamed, clawing at their tear drenched face, rolling on the bathroom floor.

“You’re not going to die,” Evelyn assured them. “We can reapply it.”

“Nay!” They sobbed. “I do not recognise that one in the mirror! The one that must be me – it is not!”

Evelyn had convinced Jester to try a proper shower. Yes, it wasn’t a necessary procedure in the Dead End, but they had never had one, so Evelyn lent them the bathroom. And upon Jester’s makeup washing off, they screamed and screamed as if it were their own skin that had peeled. Now, they were writhing along the tiled floors, wailing that they don’t know who they are.

Now that the white, yellow and purple paint was washed away, Evelyn saw the Jester’s pale face. Well, it once was pale, now it was all red from crying.

“Jester,” Evelyn said. “We can put the makeup back on, it’s okay.”

“Madam! You do not understand! I cannot live without my face!”

“Good Lord…” She muttered. “Right, you stay here, I’m going to pick up some facepaint, don’t break yourself or anything.”

She didn’t get a worded response, just more sobs.

When Evelyn got back after twenty minutes in the shopping district, Jester’s crying had not stopped. Great. She walked back into the bathroom, almost flooded with their tears, and sighed.

“Here,” She said, kneeling down to their level, pulling the paint out of the bag. “I’ll put your makeup back on for you, but I need you to calm down so it doesn’t wash off again, okay?”

They sniffled and wiped their face. “Okay.” They replied in a shaky voice. Evelyn helped them up to the bathroom counter, handed them some toilet paper to act as a tissue. Jester loosely wiped away their tears and snot, still hiccuping a little, but Evelyn helped them with their breathing and once the room was quiet, Evelyn began to prepare the makeup.

“Madam?” Jester squeaked.

“Evelyn.” She corrected.

She was ignored. “May I… may I have a hug?”

She stopped, looked at them, their straight, pleading face staring back. She placed the brush down and wrapped her arms around them, stroking their hat soothingly, and Jester returned the embrace. This was actually quite nice.

“Thank you madam.” Jester said as they pulled their arms away, their feet beginning to swing as they sat and waited.

“You are most welcome.” She smiled. “How about that makeup, then?”

“Huzzah!”

“Hold still,” Evelyn murmured, trying to keep her brush strokes clean.

“I am sorry,” Jester said, swaying. “I am just so joyous!”

“Can’t you be joyous and not move? Or be joyous later?”

“Nay!” They replied. “I must always be joyous!”

“I wish we all could,” She said under her breath. Jester jolted again, and Evelyn placed her hand on their shoulders. “Still.”

Jester sagged and stayed very still.

Evelyn did one last stroke of yellow to complete the little triangles on Jester's face, stepped back to observe her work, then nodded. “You can move now.”

Jester jumped off the counter and began to dance. Terribly. “Huzzah!” They cheered. “Let me see myself!”

She lifted them up from under their arms so they could look in the mirror, a wide smile grew. “Huzzah!” They said again, wriggling away from Evelyn and moving to the living room to dance some more.

“No more showers for you, Jester.” Evelyn said, smiling but exhausted, sitting on the couch to watch Jester attempt to dance. At least they were happy.

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Life has been crazy good

I haven't been posting at all, and I know I say it every time but I really do want to post more, I miss Tumblr. I've just been super busy!! I've started a volunteering at my local library which is literally a dream, I love it so much (Helping lots for writing ideas) I'm also doing a little work at my museum which is really interesting :) I'm working on getting my book available outside of Aotearoa with online orders, but learning how to work an online store is proving VERY hard. So while I get that worked out, if you'd like a copy of my poetry book The Jellyfish, send me a message or email masongilbert1818@gmail.com to ask for one!! Prices vary on postage and currency so we can talk it through! Base price is $20 NZD not including post.

I will try post snippets of writing and just other updates and such, very sorry I've been MIA lol <3

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Help me save for a new computer!

With my new Ko-fi, I am also saving towards a new computer and monitor to help me make my work easier and more efficient! Just a reminder, I do writing commissions still and I'm working out a way to do international orders for my book The Jellyfish.

Thank you all so much for the support! Share if you can't donate!!

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I have a Ko-fi!!

Hello!! I now have a Ko-fi! So if you'd like to commission me or just donate a little money, go check out the link!! I'll add more things if this kicks off and goes well but right now it's mainly for donations and commissions :) Thank you!

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Small story I'm working on

Priya Foy was a totally normal, run of the mill girl. She did well in most classes in school, excelling in English and art, even got a few awards for it. She never did sports or anything like that, it wasn’t her style. She had friends in school, but she was always known to be quiet and shy, something she never grew out of. Her family, consisting of her mother, father and two sisters, were also totally normal. Her parents never went out of their way to embarrass her in front of people, they knew how to present themselves in public, sharp and clean. Like a knife. 

Priya’s older sister, Dalia, was the star of the family. She was a nurse, she did sports, her wedding was just a few months away and she was already planning for her child.

Priya’s other older sister, Adara, was a little less achieved. Yes, she also did well in school, but it was after high school that she began to go off track. She wanted a less practical way of life, as her parents would say, and chose to be a musician. Her career was still rising, very very slowly, but Adara was very confident in herself. If only her parents shared the sentiment.

And then there was Priya. Who had graduated from college two years ago at the age of 25 and studied to be a librarian. Her whole family questioned her on her choice of work and she had yet to find an answer to satisfy them.

The reason she chose to be a librarian was because of the quiet, calm atmosphere. The orderly nature of a library building, the books, the community. She just wanted to dedicate her time to a house of knowledge and files and silence. Well, soft whispers. And anyone she told this to would never agree with her reasoning. They all called her antisocial, which wasn’t completely false, or boring. She didn’t agree with them, she didn’t need to. She knew what she wanted, and that was good enough for her.

Recently, Priya had been in her apartment, a small cosy home filled with warm toned colours and second hand paintings. It was clean and everything had its own place, perfectly laid out to function properly in Priya’s life, just how she liked it. While she was sitting on her couch, feet up and laying back, she got a call on her phone. A nice lady, older, had delivered the good news that Priya had been selected to take the role of Head Librarian at her local library, Ethel Minchin Library. Priya had never felt such excitement, such proudness. She was fulfilling her own dreams, and that was all she ever wanted to do. She told her family and as they congratulated her she couldn’t feel any kind of happiness coming off of her peers.

And now, there she stood. Outside the doors of the Ethel Minchin Library, bag over her shoulder, smile on her face, about to start her first day.

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How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

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When i say enemies to lovers i do not mean "rude to each other to lovers" I need atleast 2.5 murder attempts