Where do we begin?

I've never used Substack before. Let's see how this goes.

We began a decade ago, writing on a much, much smaller scale than we do now. An inspiring friendship turned into a slow-burn for the ages, and our shared passion of writing turned into something more so naturally that it's almost funny.

TL;DR: Why do we keep getting invested in characters and pairings just to feel slighted by their makers, or the communities that surround them? Why keep starving for a specific taste of something morally reprehensible, beautifully romantic, and equally deranged when we could create the characters to endure the ideas we have ourselves?

We started drafting an original piece on the fly. We ended up with a 90k draft in a few months, give or take a week or so. It's still sitting in our documents, waiting for an audience that's ready to read it, but until then, we've found other projects to invest ourselves in. My partner had a dream, and I designed the characters to fit it. We really didn't expect how thorough of a plan we'd end up having for them.

Aside from our main serialized project that's currently in the works, we have shorts to offer alongside it, as well as an absurd amount of fleshed-out characters with their own interconnected narratives to fit naturally within the world we've created.

Commissions keep us doing what we're able to do best, but we never quite expected our predominant interest to be something we created ourselves. I don't understand others who feel so underneath by their own creations, not anymore. Having something built from the ground up with our own two hands to fixate on, audience or fan content be damned, is the best feeling in the world.

Love wins on this terrible day in history! May gay people everywhere never stop writing, even in this puritanical world we live in. We might not focus on erotica for the sake of it, preferring to use our erotic settings to explore the conflict that arises in a pair of traumatized gay people instead, but…

The world really needs more people writing about guys who are terrible for each other blowing each other's backs out. In general, really, no plot inherently required. Your writing will make someone out there feel something, and that's doing enough to make the world a better place, whether you make a yaoi fangirl smile, or a conservative idiot cry, yearning in silence for the life he could've had if he didn't let that one single guy from high school he frotted with in the boy's locker rooms get away.