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noahhawthorneauthor · 22 minutes

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tired: mermaids are all women

wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty

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noahhawthorneauthor · 9 hours

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made some memes

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noahhawthorneauthor · 11 hours

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public libraries are so sick. there are five books I want to read and they're all relatively new so they're only available in hardback which is so expensive but it just cost me $0 to place holds on them. five books for zero dollars. it requires nothing but clicking a button and then going to the library to pick them up when they're ready. zero dollars. that's crazy

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noahhawthorneauthor · 12 hours

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Aftg is fun cause all the characters are living in different genres like neil is in a mafia thriller while andrew is in some a24 drama film. Kevin is the horse girl in a horse girl movie and dan is in an underdogs sports story. Poor aaron is trying to have a normal slice of life forbidden romance type beat but then he has to go and kill a guy.

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noahhawthorneauthor · 15 hours

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"Whether it’s because of the fucked chemicals in my brain that I ignored or the lack of self-worth I had, or maybe a little bit of both, I spiraled, and it wasn’t for a lack of support. I just didn’t know how to live. I still don’t, but I’m getting better. I’ve asked for help and everything. Where I was going with this, is that I know when it feels like the end. But I can promise you, there’s always another road. Don’t give up yet.”

🌈📚🦉

When I'm having a hard day, I visit Arlo.

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noahhawthorneauthor · 20 hours

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When I told my brother my new name, he said, 'Pretty much all the Noahs I know wear beanies, so it fits.'

And it makes me wonder if there's some truth to it. I've come to learn that Noah is a pretty common trans male name, and wearing my beanie gives me a weird sense of euphoria. This is the time of year when I feel most myself, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this, even if it can sometimes feel like it.

'To those who hide in their hoodies, under their hats, and on the sidelines. You are loved, and you belong. Those who desperately want to be seen just as much as they want to hide.'

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noahhawthorneauthor · 2 days

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“I’m thinking about courting him, Arlo.”

“You mean this weird thing between you two isn’t already that?”

“No.” I glare at him, and he chuckles.

❄️🏳️‍🌈📚✨

The pining is 🤌🤌

Art by @foxglovefaun

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noahhawthorneauthor · 2 days

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fun fact that I am adding to ACC: Eli wants Ambrose to grow a beard and when Ambrose is in his Mad Scientist stage, he forgets to shave.

Eli, looking at his unhinged boyfriend: 😍😍😍 please keep it, please please please-

Ambrose: absolutely not

#yes please

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noahhawthorneauthor · 2 days

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Adventures in Levena is a queer urban fantasy series, beginning with Phantom and Rook. Each book focuses on a different couple and aspect of Levena, but they're all interconnected.

There are currently eight books planned, including two prequels. Can anyone guess who the third one is about with a few emojis? 🩸🌑🔭📚

Phantom and Rook is the story of when an immortal falls in love with a witch, and has cozy fantasy vibes. Think of this one as an introduction into Levena and the main crew.

Matsdotter and Adrastus is the story of when a human falls in love with an archdemon, and has dark academia vibes. We get a deeper look into demon and angel culture in Levena in this one, and world lore.

When Witches Sing is a Yuletide novella, taking place after the events of Phantom and Rook. It's half short stories and half 'current events' and introduces some new characters.

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noahhawthorneauthor · 2 days

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i want to share with you some of my favourite graffiti from Pompeii

“Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!“

“Amplicatus, I know that Icarus is buggering you. Salvius wrote this.“

“We two dear men, friends forever, were here. If you want to know our names, they are Gaius and Aulus.“

“Floronius, privileged soldier of the 7th legion, was here. The women did not know of his presence. Only six women came to know, too few for such a stallion.“

“On April 19th, I made bread.“

“ I have buggered men.“

“If anyone does not believe in Venus, they should gaze at my girlfriend.“

“It took 640 paces to walk back and forth between here and there ten times.“

“Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they every have before!“

“Epaphra is not good at ball games.”

“Two friends were here. While they were, they had bad service in every way from a guy named Epaphroditus. They threw him out and spent 105 and half sestertii most agreeably on whores.“

“Secundus likes to screw boys.“

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noahhawthorneauthor · 3 days

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Peeling space potatoes, scrubbing pots, etc.

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noahhawthorneauthor · 3 days

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One book down, another to go.

With When Witches Dance finished, it's time to get back to work on my historical fiction, The Voice of Wild Places. If you know me, then you know I can't help but commission art during the early phases of projects.

And we all know it's only the beginning, because I'm absolutely in love with Watt and Cornelius. Not to mention archaeology and history are my secret loves, and this is exactly the kind of story I want to read. Historical fiction with Indiana Jones like adventure, queer awakenings, danger, jazz, and steamships.

Write what you love and all that.

Art in order:

Watt by @justmissart

Watt by @ benedettamassaro on IG

Cornelius by @ benedettamassaro on IG

Cornelius by @ c_leadraw on IG

Blurb:

Cornelius Sawyer is a man of many talents, but forgiveness is not one of them.

Watt Johnson is a man of his word, but not once in his life has he spoken up for himself.

Once connected by the bonds of childhood, threads now severed by the demands of life, the pair are brought together for a once in a lifetime opportunity: an all expenses paid expedition to Brazil, searching for a man the world believes to be long dead, Percy Fawcett. And perhaps, even the Lost City that he was looking for.

Under the guise of doing research work for their respective universities, a reluctant Cornelius and an exhilarated Watt accept the offer and delve into the unknown, trusting no one but themselves. Looking at a map, the route and its dangers seem to be known obstacles which can be easily conquered, a fact that Watt leans on heavily.

But Cornelius is intimately aware that the river has teeth, that the land renders a siren song to those who are desperate to become lost in its mountains and basins. To survive the journey they’ll have to face the enemies within, and trust the other to have their best interests in mind.

After all, the Voice of Wild Places is calling, beckoning the adrift homeward.

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noahhawthorneauthor · 3 days

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I pick out an extra box of pastries to bring back to the castle, loading up with enough baked goods to clear the case. Quentin handles the drink carriers and before we leave, my attention catches on Helena.

“By chance, do you know where Gleason went? Or, when Thatch will be back? I suppose he’d be the one to talk to about the apartments.”

“Oh? Gleason’s just outside, but Thatch is—” Helena’s iridescent eyes flash to Rhea snorting, then down to the dishwasher digging around in the pastry case, hood pulled down around their face as they struggle to pull out the empty trays. “Boss, really?”

The person stands and my heart palpitates in response to my magick’s upcoming symphony. Waves of tightly coiled copper flow from beneath his hood, covering one of his striking oceanic eyes. His mouth’s stuffed full of scone, and mocha icing dots his nose.

I bite my cheek in attempts to reel in my magick, a few heads turn in response to the mark on my face glowing brighter than a fucking neon sign.

Hello, witches. And no, it’s not him. He’s not my person, so stop looking between us with those smug grins.

“Oh, hello again,” he says over attempts to choke down his food. “You guys missed one.” He points to his reddened cheeks full of scone.

“Oh! You already know each other? Why were you hiding then, boss?” Helena asks, and the questions in Quentin’s eyes multiply. I rub the back of my neck in anticipation.

“No, he just—I just, we ran each other last night." Thatch gestures between us hastily with icing covered fingers, curls bouncing. His eyes linger on mine for a second, but he otherwise avoids looking directly at me. “I did not feel the need to bother you again.”

His gaze hardly falls on Quentin, but Quen can’t stop staring at the man with a smile brighter than the sun. Wait.

Wait. Thatch.

Thatch Phantom.

Oh, shit.