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[blackbirdsilhouette]

Macondo week selfie. Giving myself the gift of community and time for my writing.

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[freydismoon]

eli esponiza + with a vengeance ⇢

◖ demon (he/him) ◗ cocky & curious ◖ mexican ◗ alpha tendencies ◖ "touch them and i'll kill you" ◗ golden retriever doberman vibes ◖ worship kink ◗

excerpt from chapter four:

Hellfire

“How does a person make a deal with a demon?” Kye asked. 

Laughter rumbled up and out of him. “Depends. Sometimes it’s bloody, sometimes it’s. . .” He trailed his claw across the band of their cotton underwear. “. . .sad, or sexual, or messy. Sometimes there’s a sacrifice—a stand-in—but I think that’s fuckin’ cowardly.” 

“What? A nice, fat goat wouldn’t be good enough?” 

“No.” 

“Then tell me what I need to do.” 

“Pray.” His raspy voice came from every corner of the room, landed like a whisper on their ear, boomed ferociously in their skull. 

That single syllable vibrated the house. Rattled their bones like nightclub bass. They felt it in their core, between their legs, high in their throat. 

Pray, little one.

Their head spun, too light and too crowded. Before they could rationalize, before they had the chance to think, Kye’s legs buckled, and they sank to their knees in the middle of the living room. 

“Glory be to—” They stiffened, suddenly silenced by Eli’s palm. 

He appeared before them, covering their mouth, and leaned down. Horns shadowed his angular face and his toned, broad shoulders loomed over them.

“Eligos,” he said, nodding slowly, and dropped his hand from their mouth. “The merciless.” 

“Eligos, the merciless.” 

“Duke of Hell.” 

Adrenaline rushed through Kye and woke them like a bucket of cold water. “Duke of Hell,” they whispered, and told their body to stop trembling. “Accept me, banished child of Eve, and grant me—” 

“Freedom,” he said, in place of forgiveness. 

Kye met his inquisitive eyes and found hunger in his steady gaze. “Freedom.” They tipped their chin, guided upward by his bent knuckle. “Turn thine most gracious eyes toward me and guide me from exile. Give me strength. . .” They paused over the new words, replacements they weren’t accustomed to. “Great duke,” they said, annunciating defiantly, “and find me wanting.” Heat climbed into their face, but they didn’t flinch at the intrusion of his thumb, sliding slowly over their bottom lip. “Find me worthy.” 

Eli leaned closer, grinning wickedly. “Worthy of what, sweetheart?” 

They couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the curiosity and desire pushing against the underside of their skin. They’d gone this far, hadn’t they? There was no going back. Kye touched their tongue to his claw. 

“You,” they said, and let their lips close around his thumb. 

Eli stayed perfectly still. Candlelight haloed his wide frame and fissures opened on his face, his sternum, his hipbones. Like magic, his clothes became shadow, disappearing in curls of smoke, and his body—less human, more ghoulish—sliced through the darkness. Kye tried not to look below his navel. In the morning, they’d wake up in a new life. An afterlife. They’d kill who they’d been—die, finally—keep their promise to themself, fulfill the destiny their family had designed for them, and begin again. 

For years, they’d tried to outrun this. Exactly this. Lived fast. Knew the cost. Ran from it, then back to it. Eligos was a way out of who they’d been; a perfect opportunity to welcome blasphemy.

Kye Lovato. Someone powerful. 

He slipped his thumb out of their mouth and curled his hand around their throat, pulling gently. “Get up.” 

Kye got to their feet, wobbling on unsteady legs. What now? Thoughts whirled. They imagined they’d stay on their knees, choke on him, get pushed to their back and spread their legs, bare themself for him. But he simply watched them, amber eyes flicking around their face, and nodded slowly. 

They were trapped in his gaze—caged prey—and startled at the stroke of his fingers, tracing the cleft of their cunt over their damp underwear. 

“Open your mouth,” he said. 

Their legs shook, but they did as they were told. Eli stepped closer and leaned down. His lips touched theirs, just barely. 

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[theoffingmag]

For some of us, life is the trauma.

Michelle Gurule, "Plans for Future Disasters"

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[ebookporn]

How the Salvadoran diaspora became a literary juggernaut

by Christopher Soto

There’s a movement afoot — if you know where to look.

For too long, the American literary industry has discussed El Salvador and its people through the gaze of cultural outsiders. But that has started to change, with an explosion of writing by Salvadorans in the United States — especially those with ties to California.

These works range from a memoir detailing Central American migration to a novel of suburban reckoning, from essays and poems to academic works and even a cookbook. The past couple years have led up to what Felix Cruz, a publicist for Random House, calls the “Salvadoran Renaissance in literature.” To Cruz, what matters most is “moving beyond tropes and monoliths” to tell stories from within the community. “With nuance and nerve, these writers are articulating both the depth of wounds and the integrative power in healing our community yearns for.”

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#el salvador #latinx writer #book publishing #librarians #booksellers

[xxvioletinexx]

We could be so good

If you wanted to be

I’ve dipped my hands in the possibility

Swirling my fingers in it

And it’s warm and stains my finger nails

With hope so red and radiant

It’s like I’m holding my arms up to the sun

Lips parted and chest open

“Let this be everything I’ve been searching for”

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[vangoghmusings]

!·˚ ༘ ◡̈ hi everyone !! ·˚↫

firstly, happy pride! a lot of things have happened since i’ve been away. 

- im 21 now! woohoo! 

- i got a cat! he is my esa and his name is guthrie <3 

- i completed my junior year of college! i’m officially a senior :p (gpa went up to 3.7 lets gooooo) 

- im interning at a museum in a big city far away from my home working on my craft and doing what i love 

- im in a committed relationship :) 

many thanks to all of those that have stuck around and continued your unwavering support for my work, it means the world to me. since i’m finally adjusting to living on my own in a city i don’t know, i’m hoping to get back into writing. while some of my love for these animes has dwindled, it is not gone, so i need help getting back into the shows that i love so dearly. i’ve recently started watching one piece and i really love it, maybe one day i’ll catch up to the updated releases...but until then, please send me your work to read and your requests to write! 

once again, thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being so supportive during my journey as a writer, a student, and my personal growth. 

all the love, 

pat ─◌✰್ 🥡 🌷 🐇

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[jcheriecueuntos]

Hola!

I am J'Cherie (obvi I will not be divulging how I got this pseudonym) I am slowly but surely collecting information and research for my first historical romance novel!! (Don't worry I'll be posting my introduction and rough prologue for you to read through).

With numerous years of reading romance novels, as well as writing fan fiction for Anime 2D husbandos/waifus, I wanted to write a story that hadn't been told before. The besties and I had noticed that with our combined experience of reading romance novels the Cis-Het Romances always had the same type of rugged male lead...there was no real representation of our male POC counter parts.

I am a Latinx, AFAB, Non-Binary human I want to write future books with queer romance and friendships; but for now I really wanted to tell this story. So, follow along, read, give feedback, or help with research items that I might have missed!

Enjoy the madness of writing and putting coherent thoughts together to write a riveting story!!

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[mindonfirebooks]

The Medusa of Central America - The Sigua - Part 1

You have heard of la Llorona no doubt,  but have you heard of The Sigua?  Similar to la llorona,  The Sigua is a similar tale told in central America,  within the Salvadoran,  Honduran and Guatemalan countries.  Instead of this being a tale told to kids to behave,  the Sigua is told to young men to behave and to respect women.   The Sigua is said to have alluring beauty,  effervescent skin,…

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#central america #dark fiction #free fiction #latinx writer #short fiction

[meagankimberly]

Behind the Poems: Binary Code

The next poem in my Behind the Poems series is “Binary Code” originally published on Burning House Press. Bilingual bisexual bi-cultural. Ones and zeroes. DNA.Make a single switch or delete a digit and I become another. 01100010A Spanglish dictionary embedded en mi cerebro, flippingpages back and forth and sometimes pegándose. 01101001Dark brown curls cascading from the top of my head…

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#behind the poems #latinx poet #Latinx writer #lgbtq poetry

[blackbirdsilhouette]

Last Month, for Latinx Heritage Month, I took the Latinx Challenge and posted a book of poetry written by a Latinx author for 30 days. These are the books I shared. Some are newer than others, but each one holds a special place in my life.

Mouth - Jo Reyes-Boitel

Zarzamora - Vincent Cooper

A Saint for Lost Things - Christopher Martínez

Revelations - Ruben Quesada

Teeth - Aracelis Grimay

The Handyman’s Guide to the End Times - Juan J. Morales

Catrachos - Roy Guzmán

The Possibilities of Mud - Joe Jimenez

The Iceworker Sings - Andres Montoya

Speaking Wiri Wiri - Dan Vera

Brazos Carry Me - Pablo Miguel Martínez

Snake Poems - Francisco X. Alarcón

With the River on Our Face - Emmy Pérez

The Color of Light - Odilia Galvan Rodriguez

Culture of Flow - Tim Z. Hernandez

Backlit Hour - José A. Rodríguez

Guillotine - Eduardo C. Corral

Poxo - Isaac Chavarria

Notes on the Assemblage - Juan Felipe Herrera

City Without Altar - Jasmine Mendez

Everything is Returned to the Soil - Briana Muñoz

Arsenal with Praise Song - Rodney Gómez

Refuse - Julian Randal

The Poet X - Elizabeth Acevedo

Rant, Chant, Chisme - Amalia Ortiz

Flower Grand First - Gustavo Hernandez

Broken Mesas - Joseph Delgado

Bosque - Michelle Otero

Cry, Howl - Edward Vidaurre

Blood Sugar Canto - Ire’ne Lara Silva

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #books and literature #books and reading #booklr #bookblr #latinx #latinx writer #latinx books #latinxheritagemonth #literature #writing

[freydismoon]

kye lovato + with a vengeance ⇢

◖ nonbinary (they/them) ◗ black sheep of the family ◖ mexican ◗ ex-stripper ◖ sufferfest ◗ unlikeable mentally ill babe ◖ catholic guilt but make it sexy ◗

excerpt from chapter one:

The Haunted

A Spanish moth burned itself on a dim bulb, bouncing relentlessly against the curved, moon-like surface. Kye Lovato imagined what it might sound like, small and hopeful, chanting light, light, light, and wanted to ask about its journey—the flight from there to here—but logic kept their mouth firmly shut. What if we share an answer? Four hours, fifty-eight minutes. What if they’d arrived on the very same evening a displaced moth had decided to die in search of somewhere sunnier? They sipped a menthol cigarette. What if they’d bargained with God after all? 

The old order of things has passed away. 

Starlight skated swampy autumn fog and a second generation of lightning bugs winked through the blackness, hovering above Virginia willow busheled near the mailbox. Kye leaned against the cracked doorframe. 

The house probably didn’t remember them—couldn’t, really. Too many years had come and gone. But their bare feet still fit neatly on the warped porch, and they knew how the soggy balustrade might bend beneath their palm. They recognized thorny wire looped through notches in faraway fenceposts and the chew-stains underneath the lamp where their granddad used to spit. 

Kye flicked their cigarette into a marshy puddle and watched a toad leap from the shadow beneath the first step, swallowing the hot filter whole. “You and me both,” they said to the toad. Seconds later, the sad, lost moth hurled itself at the bulb. Its wings splayed, then it dropped, seizing pitifully. Kye clucked their tongue. 

“Sorry,” they offered—as if either creature understood—and imagined hosting a funeral. Tiny caskets, and cabernet communion, and do not let your hearts be troubled. 

But funerals were for the living and Kye wasn’t sure they counted as alive anymore. 

The screen whined on rusty hinges. They set their shoulder against the door, smacking it once, twice, a third time. Finally, it gave way and they stumbled into the musty darkness. 

Home—scented like moss crawling upward form the cellar—home—an open cadaver, every door, every hall—home—unstitched and post-mortem. 

They inhaled the balmy air and felt for the switch underneath the window. Once illuminated, the foyer yawned like a mouth saddled with staircase teeth; throat gummed with embossed wallpaper. They touched the chipped knob on the closet door, dragged their fingertips over crooked family portraits, and walked into the kitchen. 

Their childhood had reeked of guajillo and tomato, wet masa and slippery stone, and for a moment, they saw their abuelita swaying in front of the stove, and their mother rinsing a dish in the shallow sink. When they blinked, the long-gone Sunday morning vanished, and they were left with nothing but their inheritance: an unsellable house in an underfunded parish. 

You shall blush for the gardens that you have chosen. 

If their father could’ve passed the house to anyone else, he would’ve. But Kye was the only Lovato left to take it. 

They pulled the cord on a cheap chandelier, washing the wobbly mahogany table in ugly yellow light. A paperback rested face-down next to the saltshaker, and a grimy plate scaled with dried syrup filled a placemat in front of a pulled-out chair. The glass slider held their reflection like a fist. 

Fuck, look at you, they thought, and scraped their fingers through their shoulder-length hair. They laid their hand over the viper inked onto their neck, its sleek, crimson head split for white fangs and a pink tongue. 

Mom would call you devil. She would’ve. She did. 

The house leaned into Louisiana silence. Stubborn cicadas hissed, hounds hollered from the neighbor’s outdoor pen, and Kye searched for the overgrown cypress in the backyard. They could hardly see the gnarled arms and long trunks. It was too dark to decipher much more than their translucent reflection: thick waist, ripped denim. Purplish circles hollowed their eyes, and a dark hand circled the naked side of their throat. 

They’d felt it before, that weight on their windpipe, but they’d never seen it. Never watched it spread and squeeze, halting their breath the same way a panic attack did. They thought of the toad and the moth and swallowed against mindful suffocation. A voice filled their skull. 

Have you come here to die?

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[badgalbre]

October Book 📕

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[nerdieforpedro]

A New Discord Group!

Calling all Black/Latinx/POC in the pedro pascal fandom! Between the crazy unhinged minds of myself and my friend @fhatbhabie we have decided to create a server where minds like ours alike can get together and be unhinged in a judgment free zone. 🤗

The link to the discord server is here.

We’ll be doing fic challenges, very unhinged thots, tv/movies, WIPs, self-promo and more we can make up. 😆 You don’t have to be a writer, you can be an avid read and share your favorite fics or make really cool Moodboard or maybe you create dope and beautiful drawings. Whatever you feel like sharing. 😊

Feel free to DM me with any questions about the group you may have. ❤️

I’ll tag some people below who have expressed interest or who might be interested:

@megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @chaithetics @soft-girl-musings @cardierreh15

@yaachtynoboat711 @westside-rot @spacecowboyhotch @saturn-rings-writes @professionalpromqueen

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[ebookporn]

Through short stories, novels, nonfiction, and poetry, National Book Award–honored authors Kali Fajardo-Anstine (Sabrina & Corina, 2019 Fiction Finalist) and Clint Smith (How the Word is Passed: A Reckoning with the History of Slavery Across America, 2021 Nonfiction Longlist) depict intergenerational stories of Indigenous, Latinx, and Black Americans. Join the authors for a conversation on the convergences and divergences of re-writing shared memory across genres. Moderated by Dolen Perkins-Valdez, author and Associate Professor at American University.

Presented in partnership with the Delaware Art Museum and Brevity Bookspace.

To join the live chat, please tune in to the conversation directly on the Foundation’s YouTube Live. The event will remain online until Sunday, August 21, 2022.

#Latinx #black americans #latinx writer #black authors #authors #writers #writing #librarians #educators #teaching #history #fiction writers #Youtube

[lady-phasma]

Clarification: inclusive!reader for physical description could be used alongside female, male, or gender neutral reader tags.

Please comment or reblog if you have a suggestion for an alternative or question about the use of this tag.

Thank you so much to @underthelavendersky for the suggestion!

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[belle-keys]

I've been quiet these days... It's because I co-wrote and published a bilingual children's book set in my home country! Written in English and Spanish, my book is titled JUANITA and it's about the contemporary migrant experience in the Caribbean from a child's perspective.

JUANITA is the ideal tool for both children and adults to learn English or Spanish as a second language. It features a main story, reading comprehension questions, vocabulary lists, and written reflection exercises.

And guess what! It's available right now worldwide on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback format!

Link to Kindle purchase: here!

Link to paperback purchase: here!

Link to Goodreads page: here!

Give us a purchase, rate, and review if you would like! For language learners and people looking for Hispanic and/or Caribbean representation, JUANITA is my recommendation to you!

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