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commissions for @thatdudesantino this is art for a book “HARD WIRED” that you can buy here or you can support the author on patreon
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Live now - writing Hsin/Boyd come join us it’s fun probably!
Hey guys the livestream interactive (sort of) Hsin/Boyd story is now live! We just started and are currently lamenting Sonny’s lack of caffeine and my issues opening tumblr in chrome. It’s very exciting. But we will totally soon start the actual writez!
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after a night of vigorous love making, boyd now watched as his boyfriend attempted and repeatedly failed to open a wrappered candy. it was a perfect birthday.
happy birthday, boyd ( ^ ^ /
180 Proof Vega - ch 10
Scott’s claim about keeping his material alive seemed more legit after Emilio met Douglas Fergusen. If there was ever a guy more undisciplined than Emiio at the Agency, it had to be the cyclone with the Australian accent who charged into the narrow room they had been assigned to share.
Doug stood several inches taller than Emilio’s 5'10", had about thirty more pounds of muscle corded along his body, and a ruddy face made boyish by wild black curls and explosively blue eyes. Jerk-off material. Easy. Or he would have been if it wasn’t for the minor detail of him having a voice like a surround sound speaker with too much bass. Between Doug’s broad body, loud mouth, and his presence, the room suddenly felt overcrowded.
180 Proof Vega - ch 9
Emilio counted the seconds two more times as Anwar, and then Max, were summoned. He stopped counting only when he had remained alone in the room with Scott for nearly thirty minutes. The tedium had set in two hours before, but Emilio had held off on moving or speaking before now. People who fidgeted were seen as nervous, and he wasn’t nervous. He was restless, anxious, and trying to keep his head together even as his brain hurled different scenarios at him at a rapid-fire pace.
He paced, ran his hands through his hair, bounced on the balls of his feet, and ultimately began shadowboxing. Through it all, Scott said nothing.
“You all scared for your babies?” Emilio asked, feinting a punch at the wall. “I didn’t think you really gave two shits.”
Scott rubbed his chin slowly, staring without comment.
“I guess I can relate. I’m pretty worried about my men back in Monterrey, but some motherfuckers won’t even let me make a call.”
“Emilio…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I ain’t special. I get it. But… seems kinda weird that y'all want to cut me off from my group. Kinda stupid. Like y'all ain’t thinking long term and what not.”
Scott released a barely audible sigh. “You’re like a dog with a bone, kid.”
180 Proof Vega Vol. 1 - Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
1993. Lexington, PA
The Vega boy did not look like a teenager nor he did not look like a man. His limbs were long, his body hard and packed with lean muscle, and his flesh was mottled with scars that told a tale the papers in his file did not. Puckered skin that had healed over gunshot wounds in the left shoulder and right thigh, curdled flesh from cigarette burns on his inner forearms, eight healed stab wounds, and a full set of teeth marks that had faded to a mere blemish on his neck.
The new wounds—the five stitches in his right eyebrow and ten along the left side of his mouth—were Cameron's handiwork.
180 Proof Vega Vol 1. - Chapter Four
Chapter Four
The van had been moving for some time, but it barely registered to Emilio. When the motion jarred him and rattled his wrist against the rail, he didn't react. He didn't react when the rosary beads knotted around his wrist snagged on the cuff. He didn't look up when the sound of horns honking permeated the walls of the van, or when Cameron muttered a curse from the driver's seat.
Emilio's eyes were focused on his boots. They were covered in dust, the soles cracked, and the laces still undone. The steel at the toe was dented, and the screws that held the metal plate in place were crooked.
He'd been wearing the same boots for the past three years. He had more than enough money to buy another pair, but he refused to replace them. He liked his boots. His father had given them to him before they'd parted ways. This time by choice. Emilio's choice. Because his father was an evil fuck, and the reality hadn't matched up to the childhood memory.
He did not know why he'd kept the fucking boots.
180 Proof Vega - Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Spring, 1993. San Antonio, Texas
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Julian Files, chapter 1
Julian Files is a series set in the past for In the Company of Shadows. It contains MAJOR SPOILERS for Fade, so do not read until you have finished Fade! I am not putting spoilers above the cut below.
I will continue to post a chapter or more every month on the third Saturday. I’m starting with 3 chapters because some of you probably already read the first one ages ago.
Julian Files, by Ais
One
Thursday May 12, 2005 Lexington, PA
Even on the far end of Crandall Park’s sprawling playground, shrieking kids disrupted the otherwise calm morning. Julian’s fingers twitched and he resisted for the third time reaching for his pack of Winstons. He’d have gone for it anyway if the adulterating mom across the way didn’t give him the evil eye every time he touched his pocket.
Jennifer Groves, twenty-seven years old. Whitebread America mistressing it up with a certain Latino charmer named Joaquin Padilla. Julian doubted she knew he was the PI who had given her husband the racy photos of the two of them going at it like horny teenagers against a window of the White Oaks, but being as she recently stopped smoking she knew a fellow nicotine addict when she saw one. Not that her attempt to go clean living was liable to last long, once good ole Chris Groves was done raking her through the divorce proceedings.
It never ceased to amaze Julian how stupid so many people were. What made them think being in a mid-range hotel made the windows any less transparent when they decided to play out their little fantasies? And so many of them had the receiving partner facing the window, too. Made his job a whole hell of a lot easier to get the money shot.
He considered whipping out a smoke anyway just to fuck with her, when he noticed Cedrick approaching.
The man was a conundrum. He wasn’t bad looking by any stretch, but he easily could have been forgettable. Stocky build, average height, brown eyes, brown hair… Nothing stood out at a glance. In a photo, he would have been the guy in the background no one thought to look at twice.
The gift of anonymity.
Julian wished he had the same, at times.
But in motion, that was when all the little bits came together and made Cedrick recognizable. His easy, loping gait. The smile that seemed ever ready on the edges of his lips, and that goddamned infectious grin that popped up at the least expected moments. Made his whole face light up like a Christmas tree, and at times even made Julian fight a grin in return.
The trademark Beaulieu not-yet-smile was in place as Cedrick strode toward him slower than normal, and when all the trees and kidlets were out of the way Julian saw why.
He raised his eyebrows and flicked a glance down at Cedrick’s side.
“Brought the kid, huh?”
“Couldn’t get a babysitter.” Cedrick rested his hand around Boyd’s skinny little shoulders, pulling him against his thigh like some sort of tall dog. The fond smile aimed down at him probably wouldn’t have looked out of place in those circumstances, either. “Can’t say I’m sad about it, though. I don’t get enough time with him as it is.”
Cedrick dropped easily onto the park bench next to Julian, and soon it was the both of them who stared at Boyd.
Truth be told, the kid creeped Julian out. Like Cedrick, his photo op impression was different than his video. He was a cute kid by looks alone: fine blond hair, huge eyes an unusual amber; a skinny little thing with pouty lips. He hovered in that childlike androgynous zone of not seeming resigned to any gender entirely.
Maybe if he smiled once in a dinosaur’s age it’d be fine but he was like a little alien. He stared at people like he was dissecting their motivations, filing it away in some five-year-old version of Enemy vs Friend, or maybe he was just trying to figure out what the fuck was going on around him. Julian might have thought he was slow but he’d seen the kid write and draw well beyond his nephew who was four years older. And when the kid talked, which wasn’t often, there were times his sentence structure and astute observations were like he was twice his age.
Julian sometimes wondered if the kid was going to turn into a serial killer someday. If so, Julian should probably make sure he wasn’t on the kid’s hit list.
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Julian Files, Chapter 2
Julian Files is a book set in the past of In the Company of Shadows. DO NOT READ JULIAN FILES IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THROUGH FADE!
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ICOS!
Julian Files by Ais
Two
Friday May 13, 2005 Carlisle Windsor School, All Saints neighborhood Lexington, PA
“That child is there again.”
The man said it flatly, and Boyd got nervous. He ducked back into the hallway, wondering if he was in trouble now.
He hadn’t meant to see the man again, but the man and his friend always went to one of the back classrooms in the unused building on the corner of campus. Since Austin put Boyd’s backpacks in weird places like that, Boyd always had to go there before he left. He’d done his best to stay quiet and unseen like always but he must have done something wrong.
Boyd was just debating if it was worse to go home without his backpack and have his mother angry with him or to interrupt the man and his friend, when he realized a third, very tall man had come up behind him.
Boyd’s heart clenched. He looked up and up and up, into angry eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Boyd said, not knowing yet what he’d done wrong but thinking it was probably good to let them know right away he knew it was his fault.
“Bring her in,” said the man inside.
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Julian Files, Chapter 3
Julian Files is a book set in the past of In the Company of Shadows. DO NOT READ JULIAN FILES IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THROUGH FADE!
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ICOS!
Julian Files by Ais
Three
Friday, June 24, 2005 Lexington, PA
“Come on, come on,” Julian muttered under his breath. “Turn…”
The sandwich bag crinkled with every shift of his ass, which had fallen asleep long ago. He longed to step out of the car and stretch until every vertebra popped, but he couldn’t until Junko fucking turned already.
Just as she started to tilt her lovely little head, the jackass who’d been courting her from the bar finally won. Junko’s whole back shifted to Julian and she was soon out of his sight as the two of them headed upstairs.
Julian scoffed and tossed his camera to the empty passenger seat. Just great. The one time he wasn’t on cheater duty he got a perfect shot. He snagged the remnants of his sandwich out of the bag and moodily chewed it, glowering out the window.
He was about to consider sleeping when he heard his phone trill. He hardly glanced at the name on the screen before bringing it up to his ear.
“Hey Fin,” he said around a mouthful.
There was a distinctly displeased pause. “I told you not to call me that.”
“What? But everyone else calls you it. You’re saying I’m not blue enough for your brotherhood? You wound me.”
He could imagine the eye roll he got out of that one.
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“How have I fucked up? You don’t even know me.” “I know enough to have expected you to be the smart one.”
@thatdudesantino‘s chase. a psychic of unimaginable ability
This is fucking epic artwork for INSIGHT--the paranormal romance coming from @riptidepublishing in the nearish future.
