This was originally a work of interactive fiction—granted, the only thing you could do was hit 'send', but sometimes that's the hardest—which I also turned into just a plain script which wound up in Restless Town and an audio recording. Neat thing about cohost tho is that I can chost with style and come to a happy middle ground, so it still looks like you're reading a message log from Telegram or whatever. Sorry for posting so much today, but only a little sorry. I'm excited.
CSS (no animations, just requires scrolling) below the cut, as well as some frank processing of grief and a vague mention of abuse.
Author, Beat Sabreuse, Skunks
- she/her
- makyo.ink/
Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name
Icon by Mot, header by @cupsofjade
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