Hey guys I think I like cantrips #aprilfools #joke #gotyournose

#WealdandWen has the entire main cast. Parnamyr with anyone, Mitra with him(and common plants and animals), Faerai and her entire species. Delgrij and Auru, mostly.
books2read.com/b/WealdandWen

#GotYourNose has a telepathic clown nose(it is free now >.>):
books2read.com/b/31Wa8a

As it quieted to a squeaky purr I wanted nothing more than to wash all the blood and failure off. To try, in some fashion, to regain normalcy. I wouldn't get that. Allowing me my skin it refused me privacy but provided something else. I'm not ashamed to say I didn't stop what followed. Didn't even try. Other than a gnawing certainty that I couldn't, I, well. I didn't want to. Thoughts and decisions seemed my own, to a degree, but my nerves, my memories, every desire and the means to twist them belonged to it. So, as I scrubbed blood, sweat, tears and the remnants of failed paint thinner off of me the nose... played. Fingers teased down my chest and stomach, more down my back. Real as any man's, each touch was made inexorably unreal by viscous wetness tracing it. Thin rivulets of black swirled with white. "What are you—" I tried, really, to make sense of it.

cover of a horror novella entitled 'got your nose' featuring a bright red clown nose dripping paint onto the tongue of a smiling mouth

Today I'm shoving horny living paint and sexually transmitted apocalypse clowns at you with #gotyournose. It is an #erotic #horror novella wherein your narrator is a big guy what maybe took home the wrong clown from a costume party.

books2read.com/b/31Wa8a

cover for 'beneath the brine'

cover for 'got your nose'

As my soul will not be released until January, why not enjoy these other pieces of me? We'll not specify which are which but here is a lonely ex-pirate and a horny clown to keep you company.
#queer #horror #ebooks

#BeneaththeBrine: books2read.com/u/bwJrlO
#GotYourNose: books2read.com/u/31Wa8a

Someone bought #GotYourNose on release day...

I love you, someone, enjoy the weird.

I'm not sure if I care that #GotYourNose is marked 'erotica' or not but it can stay until the sale it over so I don't have to wait for it to re-distribute.

If you happen to read it please let me know if you think that's a valid category for it. I am a terrible judge of these things.

Got Your Nose One man's one night stand is another's symbiotic clown usurper. Ready to get weird?

#GotYourNose is out on #smashwords!

I accidentally labelled it as gay erotica, so this'll be a fun time, but that's not *wrong* so...whatever. It's more #erotic #horror but I'll argue semantics another time.

IT'S OUT!

#HAPPYHALLOWEEN enjoy the clown horror.

www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...

The publishing process has begun! It'll be 'out' tomorrow. Hopefully. I will bother with a link then.

But the clown is done! Out! I can no longer edit it like I've been doing all godsdamned night like a crazy person.
#gotyournose

a group of people sitting in front of a sign that says " saturday night " Alt: clown dancing on a runway

Two and a half hours until I release the clown...
#gotyournose

It's not published yet... I can use it... >.>
#GotYourNose for #WIPSnips today

I've read #gotyournose too many times now, and there is a plot and character growth and a conclusion what is foreshadowed and hopefully satisfying.

But it is the weirdest fucking thing I've ever committed to words and I hope at least one person giggles while reading it as much as I did writing it.

Cover image for a novella entitled 'Got Your Nose' featuring a white background with a big red clown nose dripping black paint onto the eager tongue of a painted mouth.

Tomorrow, on #Halloween, you can buy #GotYourNose, a weird and erotically charged #horror #novella about a sexually transmitted #clown apocalypse.

Isn't that fun. Aren't you excited?

It'll be popping up at this link to join my other horror books at midnight: books2read.com/ap/nk3EBb/Am...

Uploading #gotyournose is fun when the thing asks if there's dubcon and I'm over here thinking, "how would I know when he doesn't..."

It's not a kink thing, if that's the question. Should I kneecap it and keep it from all but three stores or admit I don't know and say it doesn't. >.>

cover art for 'got your nose' featuring a clown nose covered in black paint and mouth of matching black lips licking the ink that drips on them.

#GotYourNose cover, maybe, if I don't yell and throw it away later because it is blurry and I don't know how I feel about the font.

Formatted pages mean smaller pages, we are almost done with this thing, my friends and it is weird.
#GotYourNose #WIPSnips

Have revised #GotYourNose. It is roughly 20k words now. Possibly made it weirder or grounded it a bit, not entirely sure on that. No beta readers, we die like men.

This one will be interesting to see responses to if anyone actually reads it. I gotta fix a cover now.

Or take a walk. Maybe scream?

As I am revising like a mad gremlin to make it in time for Halloween, have #GotYourNose today, #WIPSnips with the synonym of 'scary' because we use little words in this one. Punchy little words.

Gettin' a little frisky with #GotYourNose so... beware of the suggestive descriptions, I guess?
#WIPSnips

It was just one of those things you hear about on Halloween, you know? “Hey, there’s a party going on over here. Free beer.” Magic words those. Got me there anyhow. Well, that and seeing mister 'it's not about your size, you're just too cold and emotionless' with a decidedly thinner man on his arm at the party I was meant to be at. But, you know, semantics. I was at a party with booze and people. People who wanted me there, even if I didn't want them. So I drowned my bitter rage in warm and apple-spiced mead, while fielding eyes and ignoring or rebuffing any who spoke to me. Is it nice to feel wanted after someone drops you without any fucking warning? Yes. Did I want to fall into someone else right away? No. Instead I focused on what wasn't begging for it, taking notice of the weird mix of bass-heavy folk music and costumes fit more for ren-faires. The beer wasn't beer, but it was free and it seemed I'd stumbled into a party I could actually enjoy myself at. Smiling for the realization I lost myself to sights and sounds, relaxing for the delicious taste of mulled sweetness in my mug... until someone found me. Someone out of place. A clown. I've never cared for clowns. Not because of any phobias related, or even bad memories. There was simply something off about a man in that much face paint and lycra smiling so damned wide. And the one staring at me from across the party that night was either going for a sexy interpretation or mixing up the circus and a King's court. In monochrome even, which was somehow worse. A jester in black and white lycra sporting over-sized buttons, a jingling hat, a bright red nose and a white painted face with a big black exaggerated smile and matching hearts smeared over his eyes. He was a jester-shaped hole in reality, with comically large white gloves floating in nothing and that stupid nose glowing through his glaring lack of color. Captivating even as it begged, somehow, that I not see it. Not notice... yet it was staring.

No, he was, surely. The jester stared. A trick of the lights made his eyes wide and red as the nose is all, but he was definitely staring. And dancing, with gloves flashing around in a blur as he approached. I wanted to ignore the attempt, tried even with a nod and smile to a particularly perky princess, but she laughed at the show coming for me and walked the other way. Damn if the jester wasn’t on rhythm, with his goofy grin infectious through the greasy black smear of lips. Try as I might to scoff, to sneer, he made me smile long before he reached me. A testament, really, to his skill. Or the sinewy muscles and slim shoulders made clearer when he stopped a few feet away to bow with flourish, “good sir knight, might I share a dance?” Eloquent, near-cooed his words, and I should have worried of how easily I heard them over the bass pounding through the throng of everyone else. But I was too focused on the words. See, I’d come to the party dressed as a knight. A black knight, specifically—meant to match a missing king. In armor custom made of a light alloy. Had a friend with her own forge and an obsessive love affair with all things middle ages. On account of my size it cost a small fortune in materials and wouldn’t have withstood a joust or anything—too thin—but it was real, down to the hand-braided chain mail underneath. And I looked good in it. Damn good if all the eyes and offers were any indication. Which is to say I’d heard those exact words all night from all manner of clowns. None dressed like one though, and none I couldn't refuse. I can't say now if I wanted to, but I can say I couldn't. Couldn't look away, couldn't stop smiling, couldn't help but answer either. In character even, as that's what we were doing, right? Playing parts. “And why would a knight dance with a fool?” “Fair point, good sir, fair point... but might I inquire as to what better you have to do?”

It was a dumb game, but a fun one and after a few minutes playing our parts I wasn't thinking of anything else. Anything but that painted face and bright red nose. Back and forth we went, speaking in nonsense versions of what we assumed our costumes represented. He got his dance, of course. How could he not and the fool wasn’t playing around, he could dance. The little show he put on coming towards me was nothing to the one he put on with me. We became a spectacle for it, as I couldn’t keep up, resigning to my position as ‘pole’ while he slithered and writhed and gyrated around me. On me. So close I could feel his pulse through all my armor, and the tight, thin fabric he wore—impossible that, I know, but true nonetheless. Fabric I ached to tear off of him before the song ended… A desire he stoked by ending with his tongue on mine. So quick he grabbed, yanking me down by the gorget to his lips. And so quick I sunk. Warm, wet and ever so slightly tingling that kiss but he broke it, if slow and sweet, to ask, “does sir knight wish to retire to bedchambers, and continue our dance?” In character still, a delight it was, as it was to play along, “thou art a faster moving fool than I am accustomed.” “Mm, sir knight speaks true,” more delicious teases of tongue, gloves too warm—smaller somehow—teasing under my vambraces to get at skin as he cooed, “yet he has not answered.” Gasping for the voice so close, and perhaps the knee so gently placed between my legs, I didn’t keep quite to character, “God yes.” We were serenaded by howls when he giggled and hopped up to wrap arms around my neck and latch legs on either side of my middle.

I don’t remember much of the ride home, only that it was my home we were headed to in a ride I didn’t pay for with hands and lips and tongues continuing their salacious assault. Those gloves seemed to melt away with his touch of me, whenever they touched skin I felt skin. Heat and pulse and sweat, not the cheap fabric and stuffing they appeared to be. All of his costume operated the same. I wanted to taste his neck, his chest, and the lycra bubbled and parted to accommodate. His face paint didn’t come off, remaining in its perpetual smear, but I took it all the same. Splashes of black and white stained my gloves with every eager rub on his cheeks or lips, probably stained my lips—hard to tell when they’re attached to someone else. Carrying him to my apartment we slammed into walls with the rough grinds he insisted on. No words but it goes that way sometimes, so I didn’t think much of it. When I managed to get a key in the door and we collapsed onto my bed, he had words. On his knees before me in a flash, he had gloves running rough up my legs, over the jeans I wore under all my metals—not quite authentic for the armor, but I worked with what I had. “Does sir knight wish his armor removed,” he asked through tugs of every shining bit I wore, biting those painted lips and begging mine before asking more, “his aches tended?” It hurt, the armor, for all it dug and jammed in our coiled rush and smiling for the game, for how he kept to character, I tried to follow, “verily, fool, you may tend my aches.” In silence, he did so, bringing my attention to the bells of his hat. How they jingled in a manner bells didn't. Not tinkling with metal on metal but thrumming and pounding as a heartbeat far too loud. Each tender touch and slow removal of piece after piece—taking special care to kiss or nibble any skin revealed—worked to distract me from those bells. Succeeding, in fact, as I'd forgotten them by the time he took the gorget.

Waframe did not fix and the kitchen is too messy for cookies. This means I am going to try sleep again but before that you get the first four pages of #GotYourNose, because why not. It gets a little naked and a lot weird after this but here's how it starts. Enjoy, or not. I'm goin' to sleep.

I published #BeneaththeBrine this week and #GotYourNose is revised and edited, and I will do both again in a few days to see if I missed anything. Always good to let it sit a minute.

My brain wants to go right into another thing but that sounds like a stupid idea so I'm gunna play Warframe. >.>

Wheel likes #GotYourNose this week, so have some clown, #WIPSnips

Wordhippo says 'wasteland' is a synonym so we're going to let it have that and share a snip of #GotYourNose today, #WIPSnips.

"... you're jealous."
I was. "Am not."
"You like me."
I did. "Do not. You're ornery, perverse and ya don't take no for an answer. It's like bein' possessed by a horny cat."

#GotYourNose is about a grown ass man arguing with a living clown nose attached to his face. It is a horror story, I promise.

#octoberhorrormoviechallenge #31horrorfilms31days 🎃 #day17 - #freddyvsjason A Freddy vs. Jason idea was already suggested when they where gonna make Friday the 13th part 7, but at the time Jason was owned by Paramount Pictures & Freddy was owned by New Line Cinema. So instead we got "Jason vs. Carrie-knockoff" & when New Line bought the rights to Jason Voorhees (but couldn't buy "Friday the 13th" name for some reason), they planted the seed for a Freddy vs. Jason movie at the end of Friday the 13th part 9... And the screenplay for it was in development hell for 9-10 years & when they finally released it, the movie was overall average, it was okay. Some kills where pretty good & the best parts & the highlights of the movie is when Freddy fights Jason! The movie had different endings, one of them would have included Pinhead from Hellraiser stopping a fight between Freddy & Jason asking them "What seems to be the problem?" That ending I would have loved, but they didn't do it because Pinhead & Hellraiser was owned by a different company... A sequel was planned, but it got cancelled & instead got turned into a comicbook miniseries - Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash (as in Ash Williams from Evil Dead!) And guess what, the comic was SO MUCH BETTER than the 1st Freddy vs. Jason movie! #freddykrueger #robertenglund #jasonvoorhees #kenkirzinger (New Line where a couple of douchebags for not having Kane Hodder back as Jason! Fuck'em!) #machete #hockeymask #kikikimamama #freddyglove #bedkill #slicedinhalf #bloodsplatter #kellyrowland #gotyournose #skinnydipping #censorednipple #censored #fuckcensoring #armrippedoff #decapitatedhead #eyewink #slasher #nightmareonelmstreet #fridaythe13th

#octoberhorrormoviechallenge #31horrorfilms31days 🎃 #day17 - #freddyvsjason A Freddy vs. Jason idea was already suggested when they where gonna make Friday the 13th part 7, but at the time Jason was owned by Paramount Pictures & Freddy was owned by New Line Cinema. So instead we got "Jason vs. Carrie-knockoff" & when New Line bought the rights to Jason Voorhees (but couldn't buy "Friday the 13th" name for some reason), they planted the seed for a Freddy vs. Jason movie at the end of Friday the 13th part 9... And the screenplay for it was in development hell for 9-10 years & when they finally released it, the movie was overall average, it was okay. Some kills where pretty good & the best parts & the highlights of the movie is when Freddy fights Jason! The movie had different endings, one of them would have included Pinhead from Hellraiser stopping a fight between Freddy & Jason asking them "What seems to be the problem?" That ending I would have loved, but they didn't do it because Pinhead & Hellraiser was owned by a different company... A sequel was planned, but it got cancelled & instead got turned into a comicbook miniseries - Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash (as in Ash Williams from Evil Dead!) And guess what, the comic was SO MUCH BETTER than the 1st Freddy vs. Jason movie! #freddykrueger #robertenglund #jasonvoorhees #kenkirzinger (New Line where a couple of douchebags for not having Kane Hodder back as Jason! Fuck'em!) #machete #hockeymask #kikikimamama #freddyglove #bedkill #slicedinhalf #bloodsplatter #kellyrowland #gotyournose #skinnydipping #censorednipple #censored #fuckcensoring #armrippedoff #decapitatedhead #eyewink #slasher #nightmareonelmstreet #fridaythe13th

#octoberhorrormoviechallenge #31horrorfilms31days 🎃

Day 17 - #freddyvsjason

#freddykrueger #robertenglund #jasonvoorhees #kenkirzinger #machete #hockeymask #freddyglove #bedkill #slicedinhalf #bloodsplatter #kellyrowland #gotyournose #skinnydipping #armrippedoff #eyewink

A little #gotyournose today, #WIPSnips and a man dancing about, talking to his nose about breakfast.

Well I can't not use #gotyournose, #WIPSnips... so have clown.

Again, I ask, is it gay to fall for the parasitic nose on your face?
(using 'yell')
#WIPSnips #gotyournose

I'm up, so I do the thing. Have a mime that doesn't get a chance to be as scary as he rightly should. I might change that.
#gotyournose #WIPSnips

Hehe, I broke the alt-text limit.
Last line is: He got his dance, of course. How could he not.
#gotyournose #WIPSnips

Here's a page of #GotYourNose, #WeeknightWriters, which is the sexually transmitted clown thing I mentioned. It is a bit risque in descriptions of his previous night. So, be warned. >.>

Also a link to a sale of all my published things, because why not:
books2read.com/ap/nk3EBb/Am...