Relationships in the Post-Self universe can get a little...well. Y'know.
(Dashed lines are cocladists, dashed nodes are dead/no longer extant)
((Oh oops, Cres should be Cress, and her relationship with Dry Grass should be a solid line. Whatevs.)l
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
“Of course not. You told the story yourself. Young Ioan with eir indoor lilacs.” She laughed, peeking up at em slyly. “Or perhaps we told the story. You asked, so I suggested, as you say, and you told the story.”
Ioan frowned, then rolled eir eyes. “That’s not what I asked, and you know it.”
“Tough shit. It is our story now,” she said. “Now, give me your hand.”
Ey held eir hand out for her, then let her turn it over in her paws. Before ey could object, she flipped the flower over, pressed it firmly to eir skin, and rubbed it in a vigorous circle.
“There.” She held eir hand up so that ey could see, looking proud.
On the back of eir hand, the skin shone a golden yellow in the circle where she had rubbed the flower.
Ey shoved her over onto the grass, laughing. “You nut.”
She lay there among the grass, giggling helplessly. Among the grass where a brand new dandelion poked through the green in front of her snout. One that had not been there before.
You can find Toledot, book II of the Post-Self cycle, as a paperback, ebook, or free to read in the browser at https://toledot.post-self.ink
Art by Floe.
Mitzvot book launch party at FC! Meetup spot A Saturday at 4PM! Heck yeah, I'm excited!
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