A movie poster edit with the words “Unintended Designs” in huge, slightly glowing purple letters over a photo of a glowing, translucent jellyfish with red spots in dark water. Under the title and jellyfish are the words “Everyone Makes Mistakes” in red capital letters. Below that in a lighter color are the words “Querying Soon to an inbox near you” and “Theodore Snapdragon - Jen Ishii - Jonathan Isengrim - Nao Tanaka - Rose Harken”.

The eccentric Dr. Isengrim keeps his personal biomedical testing facility on an isolated space station. He alone goes inside, until the station sends out a distress signal- supposedly by accident.
The small team sent to investigate may just be swallowed alive by its secrets.
#sludgepit #Q #H #SF #A

An with a background of dramatic blue-purple stars and constellations with a purple caduceus over it and two smaller black upside-down caduceuses. Over it all are the words: An Agent’s Guide To Unintended Designs A Science Fiction Bio-Horror in Space Also small text on the bottom reading: Guide made in Canva by Theodore Snapdragon

Another slide with the same dramatic space image on the background. It also features two stylized images of DNA with rats on it. On the slide are the words: Pitch Space station inspector Gen Ishii is out of his depth in the isolated research outpost of Dr. Isengrim, an eccentric and charismatic scientist with far too many secrets. And below, separated by two white snake graphics, are more words: Described In Five Songs Protagonist: Tongues (Joywave) Setting: Disturbia (Rhianna) Plot: Come A Little Closer (Cage The Elephant) Climax: Destroya (My Chemical Romance) Ending: Cosmic Love (Florence and the Machine)

Another slide with the dramatic space image as background, as well as two large white graphics of needles on either side and two graphics of white running mice along the bottom. In the center of the slide are the words “FOR FANS OF” and in the corners of the slides are the words: Creative queer horror of INTO THE DROWNING DEEP by Mira Grant Suspenseful building horror of WHAT MOVES THE DEAD by T Kingfisher Isolated sci-fi horror of THE LUMINOUS DEAD by Caitlyn Starling Engaging nonhuman characters of TRANSLATION STATE by Anne Leckie With the covers of each of the four mentioned books also featured between the words, with each cover image lined with white so it sticks out

Another slide with the dramatic space image as background, this one with small images of a purple jellyfish and orange squid. It features a detailed art of a white, large, cuttlefish-like creature move through water under lily pads. Next to the art of the aquatic art are the words “original art” over an arrow pointing at that art piece. The slide also has text reading: Featuring - Queernormative setting full of representation - Moral conflict, ambiguity, snd dilemma - Tension and eerie, off-details with big payoff Excerpt Harken and Tanaka followed as Isengrim gestured them forward, but I lingered a moment. I was reluctant to leave the pleasant warmth and fragrance of this place behind for the paperwork awaiting me. I gave the beautiful hydroponics hub a lingering look, then froze. I jerked my head to the side, studying the trees as best I could in the gentle lighting. I could have sworn I saw the shadow of someone, someone humanoid, moving through the branches. Something far too large to be a normal animal. When I looked again, though, I saw nothing.

ALIEN X WHAT MOVES THE DEAD
An isolated space station. A mysterious scientist. A trio of government inspectors. A “false” distress signal. An ever-present AI. A zoo of animal test subjects. What could go wrong?

UNINTENDED DESIGNS: a scifi biohorror of suspense and dark secrets.
#sludgepit #H #SF #Q

AEGIS: The Shintori Chronicles Book I
AFTG x ERGO PROXY x THE LOCKED TOMB

🐈‍⬛ looks like you brought a cat to a sword fight
✨ anime-inspired action
🗡️ wayward gods and demons
🩸 monsters you only find in a fever dream
🖤 unfortunately the idiots to lovers has to have an “idiots” phase
#sludgepit #p #df

Digital art of a large, white-ish tentacle creature a bit like a cuttlefish or a squid. Over the art are the words “Unintended Designs” in all white caps expect for the second “i” which is lower case and blue over the creature. There’s also the smaller words “Theodore Snapdragon” and “@transcendragons”. The creature swims mostly underwater with a little bit of its back peeking above the water. It’s surrounded by fish and lily pads, and distantly under the water are impressions of more plants.

Inspired by Harker trapped in Dracula’s castle, UNINTENDED DESIGNS brings a scifi biohorror spin to classic horror tropes.
Sent to investigate a “false” distress signal from an isolated biomedical research station, Gen Ishii finds the resident scientist ominous and charismatic.
#sludgepit #H #A #SF

He leaned closer, angling his face upward toward Osprey, their lips a mere finger’s breadth away. Though he’d grown taller since they’d first met, he’d never be quite as tall as Osprey. Lilian smiled a little at this, moving his thumb gently over Osprey’s hand, finding his skin as clammy as it had been the day they’d met. Lilian knew inherently the questions Osprey was pondering, imagining the oaths his knight had taken playing like a litany of warnings in his mind. No matter how he tempted him, when it came to matters of intimacy, Osprey was forbidden to act on his own accord. Lilian could give him his permission, but that would ruin the fun. Wouldn’t it? The sharp symphony of insect song seemed to grow louder as Lilian pondered his own motivations. Was he taunting his knight, or was he testing him– and would he rather Osprey pass, or fail?

Osprey and Lilian, the main protags of the book. who are both special and terrible in their own way :)

THE HEIR OF ELDIS

Osprey once vowed never to return to his icy home world. It should have been an easy fate to avoid; as a knight, he is all but assured an untimely death. But Lilian, the frail lord Osprey is sworn to protect, has plans of his own.

book 1 coming later this year ;)
#SLUDGEPIT #WIP

An aesthetic graphic with the following text around it: A never-ending holy war waged by the all-seeing church against the forces of Purgatory. A ghost-summoning secret society that the church wants eradicated. A sentient castle imbued with forbidden power. Cannibalism in and out of the confines of necromancy, feasts, and erotic encounters. Servitude in exchange for silence after a love interest finds you with your priest of an ex who you’re still pissed at. A queer Gothic horrormance by Ezra Arndt.

This took me FOREVER to make, but here's another post about Cannibal Candy for #sludgepit (thank you @wolfehorror.itch.io for putting this event together). Bon appétit! #WIP #HR #DR

Women in Love - Fetish - Literotica.com A short lesbian armpit fetish story.

#SLUDGEPIT a short armpit fetish story (lesbian) www.literotica.com/s/women-in-l... #R

A summary and then excerpt in white text on a black background with a reflective red sheen. DEAD ENDS A town without a name, populated by monsters trying to stay forgotten. A vampire without a name trying to lose its past. A young man with a talent for going unseen, looking for his missing ex-lover. A murdered nightclub singer. A missing werewolf. When a vampire without a name and an witch without a coven meet, it’s hate at first sight. But to find what they each need, they’ll have to put that aside and work together. Trouble is, they both have their respective pursuers, and in a town like this, everybody knows your scent. Excerpt: The vampire did not bother with niceties. It did not prepare the woman’s flesh with the healing secretions of its tongue, or draw a neat slit with a sharp claw from which to gently lap her blood. It bit, and it bit deep, and blood flowed into and over its lips and its tongue and slid hot down its cold, cold throat. The vampire’s blood surged. It devoured the heat of the living blood, merging with it like a desperate lover. Soon, too soon, it would all grow cold and begin to rot once again. But for now, the vampire felt warm. It would never feel alive.

My second and last #sludgepit offering is my vampire noir DEAD ENDS #WIP #H #D I'm working hard on it, but currently my most realistic estimate is it will be out sometime in 2027. I'm very excited about this one.

Novel summary in white text against a desaturated backdrop of a grinning, fanged mouth superimposed over a rainy street. The cover art of MINTY FRESH is below and surrounded by descriptions of the book. Summary: “Tell me how you knew about the meeting.” “I din’t.” “Strange,” said the vampire. “You just happened to be there?” “What? Y’think I’m some kinda spy?” Minty laughed, a hiccupy sound. “Man, I fell outta a window.” She brought her hand up and leaned her head over the vampire’s restraining arm to poke the clove cigarette between her lips. “Gotta light?” “No.” “Fuck,” she said, leaning her head against the wall and looking up at the night sky. “Haven’t had wunna these in ages.” The vampire took hold of her face and forced her to look at it. “Answer my questions, and I’ll find you a light.” “I already did.” “Not,” said the vampire, gripping her so tight her breath hitched, “to my satisfaction.” The claws of its free hand dug a little further into her cheeks. Its black and lightless eyes, each with a deep red iris, bore into hers. Funny how she hadn’t noticed the color earlier. In the daylight, as waning as it had been, the vampire’s eyes had been pure black, flat and bottomless. Now they burned. It sobered her in an instant. This was a monster, one always hungry for blood. If it wanted, it could tear her apart and leave her scattered with the rest of the garbage in that piece of shit alley. Not that she didn’t belong there. A thought rose in her mind: Sid was waiting for her. Minty opened her mouth, as if to scream. When the vampire quickly moved to cover her mouth, she bit down as hard as she could. Content descriptions: Alternative title: Araminta’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Featuring: • A butch werewolf • A The Damned shirt • Bad Language • Evil scientists • Forgotten clove cigarette • Goth vampires • Medical abuse • Murder and mayhem • Vent-crawling shenanigans • Werewolf kid with PTSD

Book excerpt in white text with a red outline against a layered, desaturated backdrop of a rainy street viewed from an alley and a staring bright red eye. Excerpt: “Tell me how you knew about the meeting.” “I din’t.” “Strange,” said the vampire. “You just happened to be there?” “What? Y’think I’m some kinda spy?” Minty laughed, a hiccupy sound. “Man, I fell outta a window.” She brought her hand up and leaned her head over the vampire’s restraining arm to poke the clove cigarette between her lips. “Gotta light?” “No.” “Fuck,” she said, leaning her head against the wall and looking up at the night sky. “Haven’t had wunna these in ages.” The vampire took hold of her face and forced her to look at it. “Answer my questions, and I’ll find you a light.” “I already did.” “Not,” said the vampire, gripping her so tight her breath hitched, “to my satisfaction.” The claws of its free hand dug a little further into her cheeks. Its black and lightless eyes, each with a deep red iris, bore into hers. Funny how she hadn’t noticed the color earlier. In the daylight, as waning as it had been, the vampire’s eyes had been pure black, flat and bottomless. Now they burned. It sobered her in an instant. This was a monster, one always hungry for blood. If it wanted, it could tear her apart and leave her scattered with the rest of the garbage in that piece of shit alley. Not that she didn’t belong there. A thought rose in her mind: Sid was waiting for her. Minty opened her mouth, as if to scream. When the vampire quickly moved to cover her mouth, she bit down as hard as she could.

Diving in the #sludgepit (very late, I fear) for the first time with my published novella, MINTY FRESH. #P #H #D

pluckin' the old HWQS post for this one because i like the graphic more than the one i did for sludgepit last year. :)

it's still coming. enjoy.

#sludgepit #WIP #HR #F #D (... #toxicyaoi)

fresh morsels codenamed TECHNICOLOR ALCHEMY INVOCATION (yellow) & INTERCONTINENTAL HYPERMILITARY APOCALYPSE (blue) are ripe for all #sludgepit #H #P enjoyers now
@ ko-fi.com/caninebrainz...

A three by three image mood board that has a long underground hallway without end, a lit up skeeball machine, the back light of a car with a metal plate that says 2000, a brutalist structure, a sandy beach, a hand gripping someone else's forearm, a screen filled with lines of green code, blood on white tile with a hand doing the sign of the horns and a pair of white sneakers almost out of frame, and a single illuminated escalator in a dark room. In neon green text are the words Monitored Activity, Horror, Sci-fi, Unficion, @Astramachina. The overall background is a glitchy mess in tones of dark blues and purples.

MONITORED ACTIVITY: A state-of-the-art security system arrives with the New Millennium, and shoppers at Prime Plaza can now spend their time and hard earned money with newfound peace of mind. That same luxury doesn’t extend to the mall’s employees. Hallucinations of missing girls and impossible hallways haunt Shaw's every shift. Footage of bloated corpses vomiting sand, violent indiscretions committed by management, and a hell-dimension of perverse delights makes the security guard equal parts sick and turned on. It’s a good thing that Shaw is impervious to shame. There is no serial killer, haunting, or starved alien life-form that can stop him from getting what he wants: PTO, and in his boss' pants. The overall background is a glitchy mess in tones of dark blues and purples.

Two Polaroids. The one labeled Shaw Price '01 is of a young man with dark eyes and long hair tied back in a ponytail, he looks cocky and gay. The one labeled Eddie Conners 2001 is of a basic looking middle-aged man with short hair, serial killer glasses, and bags under his pale eyes. The entire graphic is covered with 2000s style sticker decorations: a glitter heart, a glitter star, a CD, and a swoopy star circle in neon green. The overall background is a glitchy mess in tones of dark blues and purples.

A promo image for Monitored Activity by Mitch Miller. In bright green text it reads: A security guard clocks in for the worst shift of his life. The boss? Probably a cult leader. The missing girl? Pretty dead. The mall? Very much alive. The word mall is in highlighted red text. In tiny bright green text: So is the taxidermied armadillo? In gradient blue, 90s style word art it says: The Backrooms...if people fucked in them. Then back to bright green text: Pre-order now. Message brought to you by Krasner Technologies: Your future, their gain.

MONITORED ACTIVITY:
—for when nostalgia is, literally, bait.

📼 A potentially sentient mall.
📼 A serial killing cult leader.
📼 Autocannibalism in liminal spaces.
📼 MC [🏳️‍⚧️&🏳️‍🌈] is more than a little fucked up.
📼 Aliens?
📼 Taxidermy armadillos.
📼 Gay sex in the flesh pit.

#sludgepit #P #H

Cover of Doce Drosera showing a dark skinned woman with red and yellow tentacles entangled around her breasts and stomach, her mouth open and sweat drops on her body. We can see strands of brown hair and her open mouth, but her eyes are covered by a black line in the top of the illustration. In the black line there is the quote Forests are no place for lover's quarrels in white. The title Doce Drosera is in the lower half of the illustration, over her stomach and separated from the art by a pink background with very low transparence. Below the title we have the credits: story by anita and cover art by clara (mayalla on bsky)

"Such a gentle flower to the very end."

Drosera magnifica - sundew with long green and pink stems covered in glue drops to attract food

“So? Are you coming? Last chance, darling.” “I’ll pass. I have a paper to finish. Bring me a souvenir.” The brunette leaned on the couch, focusing on running fingers through her loose ponytail to avoid the ginger’s unforgiving green eyes. “Ah, so now you’re a nerd. Fine, Van. I’ll bring you the ugliest mug I can find.” “Thanks, babe.” She winked, stealing the joint for herself. “I can always trust your bad taste.”

bringing my short botanical horror to #sludgepit

A grieving biologist loses herself in the woods looking for her missing ex. A peculiar comfort awaits in the heart of the forest.

🌱 vore
🌱 gore
🌱 unlabeled aphrodisiacs
🌱 plantfuckery
🌱 9K words

link: anakidd.itch.io/drosera

#P #HR

#sludgepit Wait I’ve got one more:
Because why not? Why not let a beautiful prince manipulate you into returning to the life you ran away from? After all, he says he loves you.
An adult M/M dark romance featuring sky pirates and dragons: The Pirate And His Prince

#sludgepit
#p #h

🏳️‍⚧️Trans rights and trans wrongs!🏳️‍⚧️
We have love, betrayal, torture, a sadistic tyrant who loves to practice recreational torture, people turned into furniture, an revolutionary group, some saviour complex, trans characters, good and bad, and much more!
books2read.com/CastleOfFlesh

a navy blue 70s car parked on a grassy hill. in white text: whitefish, three cheers for America's sweethearts.

as if written on a flash card: sludgepit. "local celebrity (45M) jealous of son's (18M) prom date (17F). is massive fucking loser about it."; He's 18 but like. c'mon man.; There's "toxic" and then there's THIS.; A 1980s American Gothic; WHITEFISH; Smut with plot; cis!M/trans!M; D/S dynamics; "do you WANT him or do you just want to BE him?"-type gender BS; daddy-o/sonny boy; a psychological horror masquerading as a "romance". The resurrection of Bt. Hearst.

Vincent Wright, charming, beguiling, and All-American family man—beloved television personality & Whitefish, Montana's Golden Boy—has a secret he will never tell. Milo Wright, high school senior, bully, and rebel without a cause—the son who'd been born a daughter—is determined to exploit it. Milo is off to college in four months. Vincent knows he's never returning home. They might as well play this depraved little game. A contemporary gothic.

a three by three moodboard: a diner booth, an open door, someone standing on an old TV, a small mountain town, a beam of light over bed sheets, an 'on air' sign, a 70s TV set up, a person's shadow, a young person laying back on snow with their face hidden by red and black squiggles. on top of the images is a piece of flash card that says "Whitefish, Montana, class of '86"

Behold‼️

WHITEFISH. An M/M Contemporary Gothic/erotic novella set in the 1980s.

A high school senior must decide whether to continue his beguiling father's legacy, or break away from the horrific cycle baked into the DNA of "American Family Values". It's not as easy as he hopes.

#sludgepit #wip #E

A dimmed photo of juicy-looking pomegranate seeds and the following text: The lich had the same warm aura, but instead of the welcoming heat of a radiant springtime sun after the cold winter, it was the aura of a fading twilight sun. Still trying to warm the world, but it left a bitter sensation upon the skin. “Come.” The lich’s voice was soft as his crimson-stained fingers curled around the curved handle of his cane, which Dobroslav numbly held onto. “You said you’d follow me into the depths of hell?” The lich’s smile was a warm contrast to his corpse-cold grasp on Dobroslav’s hand. “Let’s go deeper in, then.” Cannibal Candy by Ezra Arndt.

My contribution to #sludgepit is my Gothic horrormance with people-eating necromancers, dubiously consented to servitude, and a feral black cat main character who would fight anything and anyone. #HR #DR #WIP

THE BOY THE MONSTERS MADE ⛓️💀
For Fans Of: HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE x CRACOW MONSTERS x CONSTANTINE

🖤 dark fantasy + thriller genre bender
💀 son + father main characters
🩸 grisly string of murders
✨ dilfs

Available now wherever you buy books

#sludgepit #p #df #t

The background of a cypress swamp is covered by a gold disc, and the silhouette of a man standing before it on the upper half of the promo, with the author's name centered and at the very top, stating: revon m. castillo. On the lower half of the image, the lines of weeping willow trees on either side sweep inwards towards the title: Alligator Boy, as well as summary of the genres/themes, listed as: southern gothic, adult romance, bloody horror, queer revenge.

The background of a cypress swamp is covered by a gold disc in the upper half of the promo, with the author's name centered and at the very top, stating: revon m. castillo, as well as the title of the book, Alligator Boy. Below it, reads: tw: transphobia. On the lower half of the image, the lines of weeping willow trees on either side sweep inwards. It is covered then by black grunge paper on low opacity to allow the white text to come through that reads an excerpt from the book itself: "There's never anything to watch on the television anymore. Since the electrical fire at the electronic store burnt the place down to a fine crisp, Kross and his mother haven't bothered to get another TV satellite. They once had plans to. But after they found their original satellite dish broken and vandalized on their front porch, they both came to a quiet agreement that it wasn't worth the hassle. While they never exchanged words, Kross could still remember the way his mother pointedly ignored the spray painted word tr*nny smeared across the remaining, intact pieces of it. It wasn't worth the trouble to get a new one then, or now."

The background of a cypress swamp is covered by a gold disc in the upper half of the promo, with the author's name centered and at the very top, stating: revon m. castillo, as well as the title of the book, Alligator Boy. Below it, reads: tropes & themes. On the lower half of the image, the lines of weeping willow trees on either side sweep inwards. It is covered then by black grunge paper on low opacity to allow the white text to come through that reads: m/m romance / trans man mc x cis(?) gay LI (love interest), mental health rep & overcoming agoraphobia, revenge against abusers, POC leads & plus size MC, transition through monstrous means, queer rage & queer gore, bloody happily ever after, swamp is alive, hot kinky sex.

ALLIGATOR BOY

To avoid the past, Kross tries not to leave his house unless beckoned by the charming & mysterious Malik, his "lover". When one call leaves him stumbling into every face he's avoided, Kross finds himself unearthing secrets the swamp itself can't bury.

#sludgepit #wip #rf #e #h #a #dr

Eat Me WIP excerpt: You can’t consume me without belonging to me. You’ll never be rid of the pieces of me that cling to your insides, pooling into your pores, your glands, your viscera. When you are me, and I am you…this is love. And no one will be able to kill me in any way that matters.

Eat Me WIP description: It is an honor to be chosen to worship a goddess, one Ayuni is quick to accept despite the requirement of eternal chastity. But once she meets the goddess in the flesh, the intoxicating allure of this beautiful and powerful immortal might be too much to bear. Keeping her virtue intact is impossible when an entirely different kind of worship is within reach. Dewi has spent centuries above and apart from mortals, never questioning her role as a goddess. when Ayuni, her eager new devotee, begins to make peculiar advances, dewi finally sees the loneliness of her own holiness. What depths of depravity will she descend into for a chance at love?

Eat Me WIP tropes: Corruption arc. Cannibalism as love. Women’s wrongs. Purity culture and shame. Sapphic tragedy. Dark/toxic romance.

Eat Me WIP inspirations: Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolás. The Gemma Doyle Trilogy by Libba Bray. The Brothers Grimm. Salem (tv series). Landscapes of Ephemera duology by Anne Bishop. Insolence by Gwin Savage.

Eat Me #WIP #sludgepit #HR

“You can’t consume me without belonging to me. You’ll never be rid of the pieces of me that cling to your insides, pooling into your pores, your glands, your viscera. When you are me, and I am you…this is love. And no one will be able to kill me in any way that matters.”

A moodboard consisting of 5 images. 4 are centered, and boarded in a white frame. The background image is the inside of a greenhouse, looking up at the glass ceiling. A silhouette of someone sitting in a wheelchair, and looking out onto a sunny day. Three shelves containing corked bottles of various witchy herds. Aged paper, strewn about, all containing handwritten letters and sketches of human anatomy. A hand is holds a plume of black smoke.

THE STRINGS OF WILLIS MANOR is a sapphic gothic suspense with speculative elements.

Thistle Willis - a young woman with a chronic illness - tries to learn the secrets of her family before Mama's control over the manor gets her killed.

#SludgePit #G #WIP

Happy #sludgepit ! Coming soon (?) to an ereader near you— The Prince And His Pirate
Kill god, kill the king, take the crown. Faolán wants the peaceful life of a blacksmith but falling in love with a prince who will stop at nothing to realize his goals was not on the list.
#A #DR #WIP

A blue and purple tinged image of a woman with an artificial left arm. It reads, Glitched Cassidy Vin Brandt

Nero, a mechanic, takes advantage of a desperate cyborg with a strangely glitching arm.

🦾 sapphic erotica
⛓️ cyberpunk setting
🦾 futuristic strap-on
⛓️ bondage & d/s
🦾 dubious-to-enthusiastic consent

a short story, coming soon #sludgepit

SLUDGEPIT A novella about my old edgy DeviantART OC Xenofiction but make it horror The eerie dead silence of winter MC is a Samoyed dog It's like if Balto or some other dog story was mashed up with Hereditary Questioning if what’s happening is real or not White Demon

SLUDGEPIT WHITE DEMON TALKING ANIMAL FICTION X SUPERNATURAL/PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR Shiro has always tried to be the best samoyed that he can be, living in the small Alaskan town of Sycamore. Sure, he might be weaker and much more cowardly than his noble sled-dog sister, but being loyal to his humans is just as important. However, Shiro's life is soon thrown into turmoil when he meets a wildfire of a schipperke named Sage. A dog with a mystic sense of adventure, she convinces him and his friends to go exploring the recently unearthed Devil's Maw, a strange system of caves not too far from where they live. Little do the canines know that their little adventure will release something much darker. Something unholy with a taste for animal blood. RELEASING OCTOBER OF 2026

Some 15 year old story idea that I never gave up on for some reason. (My response to the fact I think there should be more xenofiction books for adult audiences.) #sludgepit #WIP #H #xenofiction

Salt Angels Two black and white images, a woman looking out to see and a woman in a white veil praying.

Adult horror ~30,000 words Screwed-up sapphics Island isolation Welsh history Body horror This religious revival is not as much fun as it looked Hot girls siarad Cymraeg

Wales, 1897. Life as a nurse at Flat Holm Isolation Hospital at the end of the nineteenth century is exhausting, lonely, and involves a veritable ocean of unpleasant bodily fluids. It's a job few women would choose, but Margaret Gwilym isn't most women. Margaret left her home in the Rhondda under a cloud after an entanglement with Dwynwen Pritchard, the wife of a local preacher. Amid the suffocating fervour of a religious revival, Dwynwen's secretive belief in otherworldly creatures she called ‘angels' offered Margaret a glimpse of new possibilities. They fell into a passionate romantic relationship. But strange events swirled around Dwynwen like flies around a corpse, and Margaret began to doubt her own sanity. When Dwynwen's husband discovered their affair, Margaret was heartbroken. The isolated island of Flat Holm seemed like somewhere she might finally be able to heal. For a time, she's content, if not happy. But when her patients begin seeing eerie figures, Margaret recognises the visions they describe from Dwynwen's stories. Then they begin to transform into the strange creatures themselves, vanishing into the sea and leaving Margaret alone. When a letter from the mainland informs her that Dwynwen is missing, Margaret starts to have visions of her own where the ‘angels' call to her in Dwynwen's voice. As she fights to hold onto her humanity, a new possibility takes shape before her - that of undergoing a transformation of her own and joining her lover under the waves. Isolated and helpless in the empty hospital, she starts to wonder: could giving in really be worse than this?

#sludgepit #wip #h #sapphic

Wales, 1897. A nurse at an isolated island hospital finds her patients dying and the island beseiged by grotesque creatures -- who call to her in her lost lover's voice.

A cover image of the Hero's Assistant surrounded by text pointing to it: Mind Fuckery, Age Gap, A Cry For Help From the Author, Black Trans MC, Women's Wrongs, 80,000+ Words of Literal Daddy Issues. Below it says "First in M/M Duology Superhero Fantasy Erotic Romance" and above is "#Sludgepit." The cover says "the hero's asssitant, book one, "He's like a son to me, he lies," by Montero Thorne." It contains eye banners of the three main characters: Dr. Dream, Bez, and Dr. Dream

Bezarius Glenn Dream is very good at his job. He helps the most popular superhero in the country stay at the top of the charts by being his publicist, manager, research partner, and even his housekeeper. But when Bez accompanies Dr. Dream on his latest dimensional trip, things don't go quite as expected. Trapped in another dimension with no way home and a version of Dr. Dream he doesn't recognize, Bez's latest challenge won't be surviving the giant sea goddess who has a grudge against him--it'll be keeping his hands to himself.

Behold my upcoming M/M superhero fantasy erotic novel: THE HERO'S ASSISTANT

Trapped in another dimension with an alternate version of his adopted father, it's EXACTLY what you think it is.

Subscribe to my newsletter to be the first to know when it fully releases in June!

#sludgepit #wip #e

A trope image for a book called: A Rhapsody of Temptation and Ruin (Their Harbinger of Darkness Book One) by A.M. Boone. The book cover has an African-American man singing into a microphone on a stage with red magic effects behind him. The tropes are: - bisexual awakenings - they're 10s, but force you into a demonic contract - demon throuples - from nobody to nightmare - high spice - paranormal demon romance - queer rep - poc rep - himbo rapper corruption?

And my second hat toss.

A struggling SoundCloud rapper finds himself in a sexy, devilish situation after answering a sus cold call and signing a bogus contract.

Can be read on KU here: www.amazon.com/dp/B0DLJ75Q4S

#A #P #OV #LGBT #POC #PNR #HU #sludgepit

A trope image for the book Bound by Blood (Bound Duet Book One) by A.M. Boone. The cover has a half-Native-American man with long black hair holding an African-American nonbinary person with short curly hair by the waist. There's roses in front of them, and a gate, moon, and cityscape in the back. The tropes are: - enemies to lovers - trans rep - vampire politics - magical bonding - unhinged4unhinged - morally gray MC x morally black LI - touch them and die - poc rep - high spice

Heard there was a #sludgepit happening, so I'm throwing my hat in the ring.

A vampire noble finds themselves swept into a conspiracy after being gifted a low-blood criminal as a so-called bodyguard.

#A #P #OV #POC #TR #LGBT #PNR #D

Can be read on KU here: www.amazon.com/dp/B0F2SJZ1B4

Adult dark fantasy 97,000 words Found family (derogatory) Misplaced loyalties Harvesting the souls of the dead for profit Ghosts (wet) Here for a bad time *nu-metal playing* Don’t worry, the cat is fine

The story: The Brotherhood of Vultures is Dannyboy Bevan’s whole world. When his comrade and sometime lover, CJ, is caught spilling Brotherhood secrets to the police, Dannyboy willingly helps carry out the sentence – death. The Brotherhood hides in the shadows of the everyday world and harvests the souls of the dead for profit, a precarious existence that has forged a tight-knit makeshift family. Its leader, Marcie, took Dannyboy in when he’d lost everything else and he’s been her faithful right hand ever since. His loyalty is tested when CJ’s angry ghost claws its way back from the grave. CJ claims the Brotherhood is rotten at the core and will haunt Dannyboy until he does something about it. At first, Dannyboy is reluctant to snoop, but Marcie’s behaviour grows increasingly shady. He starts to suspect that she’s harbouring dark secrets and that CJ may have been innocent after all. He has two options, neither of them good: cling to his old loyalties and fail his lover once again – or uncover the truth, even if it means burning down the only family he has.

The Brotherhood of Vultures JL George

#sludgepit? Oh, go on then.

Now querying: The Brotherhood of Vultures, #wip, #f, #h.

Dannyboy's spent his life harvesting the souls of the dead, a loyal member of the Brotherhood, but now he's haunted by his very own ghost -- a dead lover bent on uncovering the rot at the organisation's heart.

A muted moodboard with graphics of mushrooms, pomegranates, and teeth. Text: GODFLESH; a morbid pantheon | cannibalism | eroguro | hunger x decay. “Hunger is just want that’s grown teeth,” came the next crooning lilt, the next wave of fetid, romantic waft. The rot clung to Hunger’s lips and Decay could do nothing but stare. “Should I show you, sweet Cousin? Should I venerate you properly for a change?”

Bonus project for #sludgepit since I'm toying with this short story as well.

🍄 eroguro
🍄 vore
🍄 visceral pantheon
🍄 divine incest
🍄 the kind of cannibalism Vessel is actually singing about in all those Sleep Token songs

#wip #dr #h