Our Finest Gifts | 1 of 2

I've been recovering from concussion & contusion. Not at all conducive to writing. I'm mostly better now, but still botching up words & word order. And dropping things.. but that's got little to do with stories. Anyway! I mention this in the hopes that you can forgive me if the following story makes absolutely no sense at all.

Your humble wastrel,
~m

P.S. - Warnings for... pretty much everything. This is a Nasr Devon story, and is therefore full of gore and noncon of the worst sorts.

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Our Finest Gifts

Part 1 of 2

Red and orange and yellow. Green and blue. Wide, fuzzy circles of light seemed to sway in his field of vision. Devon watched them dance, fascinated in how they contorted and pulsed, as though respirating at different rates. The fact that they did not keep time with the music playing from the noisy speakers of his laptop made him vaguely queasy, but it didn’t stop Devon staring. He angled to the side, attempting to have them dance in tempo. Perhaps he could undo the churning of his belly.

Celebrate!

Let's celebrate the return of my computer with some good old-fashioned smut.

Piety update here.

Entire thing is here in .pdf, or here in html.

This update is full of gentle consensual lovin', so if noncon and violence with sex aren't your cup of tea, you can just download that first link for your idea of a good time. For those who don't mind abusive themes, feel free to read the whole durn thing.

Happy belated holiday to my American readers. I am thankful for you all.

Also, as a promo, donations over $20 will get shorts written to the theme of the donor's choosing. The donation button is there on the right, and also available @ avenier.org.

Where did Marcus go?

I've gotten some concerned e-mails lately, and I do appreciate it.

The economy in California is not so great. I've been having to spend a lot of hours doing crappy work for what ultimately culminates to less than minimum wage, but does keep the roof over my head and food in my belly. I'm just glad to have even that work at this point in time, knowing so many are doing so much worse.

Unfortunately that does not leave much time for anything else, let alone writing. Add to that the fact that my computer died, and that I am nowhere near affording to be able to replace it at present.. and, well, you get the idea.

I do hope to have better work and more free time again soon, but I'm not sure when that will happen.

A few people have asked me about Spectre. Honestly, I don't know when it's going forward. Let's face it, in any comic the artist does the brunt of the work, and she's also been overwhelmed with life.

Thank you all for your kind words and your patience.

I haven't updated because I've hurt my back.
And the doctors gave me these drugs.
So high.
High.
All the time.
Okay, most of the time. Pained when not high.

But I'm still alive, and.. well. I love you all. (And am possibly high.)