Beatrice Mckinsey

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Lesbian romance author. VN Dev. I love to write stories about complicated and messy women. Sapphic Sci-fi Mech series: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/177111/blaze-again Contemporary Sapphic Romance: https://books2read.com/u/b5yVOG No AI.

Cover art for a book titled Blaze // Again, by Beatrice Mckinsey. Cover depicts two giant robots swordfighting in midair air. One is magenta, one is beige, both have heads but lack facial features. Two women can be seen leaning out of the cockpits in the center of each mech, reaching out to each other. The woman on top, Vil, is blonde with pale skin, and the woman on the bottom, Abi, has dark skin and dark hair.
9 Steam Games I Want To Spread a 3x3 grid of various video games of the Devil 1000xResist In Stars And Time Z.A.T.O: I love the world and everything in it Unbeatable Astlibra Misericorde Void Stranger Gnosia
Screenshot of a visual novel. The background is a pixelated photograph of a bed. The UI is made up of clouds. On the left, you can see sprites of two characters, Sendai and Miyagi. The text is as follows: "Well, Shiori? What did you think?" I paused the movie as the credits rolled on and shut the laptop lid. The two of us cuddled together on my bed, limbs lazily draped over each other for easy contact Shiori grunted softly, and gave a small shrug of her shoulder. "It was fine."
Picture of a book cover. The title reads "Fractures Between." The Author reads "Beatrice Mckinsey." The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a Sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching out for each other across a split in realities.
“I…” Vil stared at her hand, swallowed, then grasped it with her own. “Okay.” Abi yelped at Vil’s touch. “How are your hands so cold!” Vil laughed cruelly, then kicked out, her feet daggers of ice that connected with Abi’s shins. “Hey! Stop it! If you don’t I’ll have to—” Abi growled, then caught both of Vil’s hands in hers, and wrapped her legs around Vil’s feet, pinning them. It was cold, but she endured it. “Now sit there and warm up.” “I, uh, you—” Vil stammered, then fell silent, her eyes wide and locked onto Abi’s. “You’re warm.” “You gotta be, to be a blaze pilot.” Abi winked, and giggled at her own joke. She felt it though. Vil’s cold limbs melting under her warmth. And an even greater heat, building up inside of her. She wanted to lean down and— Abi pulled back, rolling away from Vil. Iz was who she cared for. And Vil had encouraged her even. She’d finally be honest about her feelings. Vil was nice and all, and pretty cute, but all of Nevi’s teasing must have planted weird thoughts in her brain. Vil scooted towards the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
Picture of a book cover. The title reads "Fractures Between." The Author reads "Beatrice Mckinsey." The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a Sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching out for each other across a split in realities.
A grid featuring the cover art of 9 different video games. From left to right: 1000xresist, of the devil, in stars and time, Umineko No Naku Koro Ni, Nier Automata, Touhou 6 embodiment of scarlet devil, final fantasy 6, harvest moon 64, the legend of zelda a link to the past
Cover of an xbox game "BMX XXX"
Photograph of 7 volumes of the manga "i want to love you until your dying day"
Picture of a book cover. The title reads "Fractures Between." The Author reads "Beatrice Mckinsey." The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching out for each other across a split in realities.
art of a chibi version of the character kyon, gender swapped, from The melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. A young woman with long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a white and blue schoolgirl uniform, with a long brown greatcoat over it.
Screenshot of the old SNES game Terranigma. Depicts the protagonist in a strange library with a checkered floor staring at an imp like creature.
black and white pencil sketch on line paper of a teenaged girl, wearing a sweater vest, a collared shirt underneath, and a pencil skirt. Her expression is dubious.
Monster Hunter Wilds
Picture of a book cover. The title reads "Fractures Between." The Author reads "Beatrice Mckinsey." The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a Sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching out for each other across a split in realities.
Never ask a woman her age, a man, his salary, a mystery writer if they've played umineko.
Photograph of a cardboard box, holding multiple copies of the book Fractures Between, by Beatrice Mckinsey. The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a Sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching across realities.
A pencil sketch of a teenage girl, wearing a buttondown, a patterned sweater vest overtop of it, and a pencil skirt. She's got long, light hair that goes past her shoulders, a hairband, and looks vaguely annoyed at something. Her right hand is on her hip.
Picture of a book cover. The title reads "Fractures Between." The Author reads "Beatrice Mckinsey." The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a Sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching out for each other across a split in realities.
Visual novel players may enjoy Misericorde (gay nun murder mystery), Ladykiller in a Bind (gay and stupid butch simulator), Of The Devil (ace attorney but gay the other way), and of course Umineko no Naku Koro Ni - but if she has read Umineko she will not be able to stop herself from talking about it, and if so you should get her a Beatoriche fumo. I got my own Lambda and Bern from Purupurupikopuyo.
7. Yes I gave you a lesbian who can control time, if you don't alter time over a girl I'm going to be disappointed in you.
A sword and a sheathe resting against a tree in autumn. The sheathe on the left is made of wood, and wrapped in a teal fabric with gold lacing over top. Black cord wrapped around the sheathe creates a handle to carry it with. The sword on the right has a wooden handle. It has a curved, black iron cross guard that ends in the shape of a leaf. The blade is sharp, beveled, and acid etched.
Picture of a book cover. The title reads "Fractures Between." The Author reads "Beatrice Mckinsey." The cover depicts two women sitting back to back, a jagged white line separating them. The woman on the left is white, has long dark hair and glasses, and sits alone in a darkened wood. The woman on the right is white, has short red hair, and sits alone at the side of of a lake, during a Sunset. Their fingers cross the white lines and intertwine with each other, implying that they're reaching out for each other across a split in realities.
The princess from Slay The Princess painted onto the window of a brick building. A woman in a fancy dress and a tiara, sitting in a dungeon chained to the wall. The painting is in grayscale.
Summer grinned. The fort was just ahead. A small, square, stout building made of wood. Grand and impressive. A place to hide away, be yourself. Something that would have been absolutely incredible to have as a child. “Here we are.” Theo gestured grandly, her voice tinged with nervous excitement. “My home away from home. Secret base, headquarters for all sorts of adventures and shenanigans.” As she approached, Summer saw that the door had a small padlock attached to it. “It’s locked.” “Yeah.” Theo clasped her hands behind her back, leaning close to Summer as she inspected it. “Think you can figure out the secret to get inside?” Summer blinked. “Uh, I guess?” She wasn’t really sure what Theo was trying to get at, but well. She was equipped. She fished her keys out of her pocket, found the lockpicking tool attached to the ring, then slid it into the padlock and jiggled it around until it popped open. Theo stared blankly. “That’s, uh. Hmm.” “What? Locks like this are painfully insecure.” “No, that’s fine, I just…” Theo sighed, then chuckled. “You find that thing useful pretty often?” Summer shrugged. “I wouldn’t say often. But it’s come in handy every once in awhile. Best part is using it to access the roof on my apartment building. Good place to hang out.” Theo’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! We should totally do that.” She grinned, then stepped forward and opened the door. There wasn’t much to it. A small, square room. A beanbag set up in the corner. Stacks of manga and books. An empty cooler. A storage box in the corner. The smell of dust and old wood.
“Alright, alright, this one’s going to do it, you’d better watch.” “Uh-huh.” Summer spared a glance for her coworker, Minha, who currently had a rubber band stretched between her fingers, a paper projectile carefully balanced on the makeshift slingshot. Minha squinted, her aim careful. She released, and the little paper triangle soared through the air, smacked right into the top of a pringles can, which clattered off the shelf onto the floor. “Yes! I am the champion!” She cheered. She held her hand out for a high five. Summer slapped it half heartedly, but she couldn’t keep the grin from her face. “You sure are. I’m not picking that back up though.” Minha stuck her tongue out, then went over to fix her mess. She was all of five nothing, cute as a button, athletic as hell, and dumb as a box of rocks. But she was probably one of Summer’s closest friends, and made working in this dead end job tolerable.
A "Never went frog hunting before?" P "No. Wasn't really my kind of thing." P "Do we need to find like, a sharp stick or something?" "Amy blinks, then bursts out laughing." P "What?" A "We're not hunting them to kill them, silly!" A "You just like, try to find a frog, and then catch it with your bare hands." P "Oh." "My face feels hot, and I look away." P "What do you do with them afterwards?" A "You hold it up and go 'wow check out this frog I found!' And then you let it go." "Did I seriously think that she meant, what, stabbing and eating frogs? Would I have gone along with that if she did?"
A part of Theo wanted to reach over, to brush Summer’s hair out of her face, to pepper her with soft kisses, to wake her up by murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. Their relationship wasn’t there. Not yet, anyway. But Theo wanted it to be. She could admit that much. Instead, Theo quietly climbed out of bed. She got dressed, crept out into the kitchen and closed the doo behind her. Summer deserved to sleep in.
Lineart of two women, one in blue, one in red, over a black blackground. The blue woman, Kayla is kneeling on the ground, hands tied behind her back, wearing a bra and boyshorts. She has long hair. She's looking up at the red woman. Emily. Emily is standing to the right and slightly behind the Kayla, wearing a tanktop with most of the sides cut out, and cargo pants. She has a side shave, and is reaching for the Kayla, with her thumb hooked into the Kayla's mouth On the right side of the image there is text in red and blue that says "THANKS FOR 300 DOWNLOADS! Cyberbulli"
Riley turned to stare at Theo, her eyes sad. “Why is it we both always fall for the same, unavailable women?” Summer laughed, and shook her head. “Even with the university, only ever so many gay girls around. If I stick around too long in this town, I’ll eventually completely age myself out of that dating pool too.” A beat passed, and then Riley snorted with laughter. “Sorry, sorry! For a moment I just pictured you as the lesbian version of that creepy older guy who shows up at college parties.” Probably where her future was headed, but Summer grinned anyway. She scrunched up her face, put a rasp into her voice, and said “Heeeey ladies,” in the creepiest way she could manage. Riley laughed even harder, and elbowed Summer in the side. “Too real!” Summer grinned, and for a moment, it was just like old times. Riley was her friend again. All was right in the world. The moment passed. Riley looked away. Silence hung in the air, awkward once more.
Theo had lied to Summer. It was all she could think about, as she sat in the passenger seat of Summer’s car, staring out the window and watching the town turn into farmland turn into wilderness. That she’d lied, utterly, blatantly, selfishly. Mars and Venus were in alignment? What complete bullshit. She should just come clean, tell Summer the truth, take her to view the comet, and end this whole farce. But the simple fact was that she didn’t want to do that. She wasn’t ready to go home. So she’d lied. She’d put off going back to her own reality until the last day the comet would be visible, in a little under a month. And now she’d stay with Summer. Leech off of her generosity. Soak in her presence like it was a drug, like she’d fallen off the wagon after a decade of being clean. Drown in her own indulgence. Selfish. Pathetic. Disgusting. Creepy.
Summer stood there, wrapped in a towel, her hair wet, looking muddy brown instead of its usually vibrant red, and with a hint of blonde at the roots. “Hey,” she said, with a casual, easy smile, full of warmth and understanding. “Just be a few more minutes. Minha’s not bothering you too much, is she?” Theo licked her lips, and she watched a droplet of water run down Summer’s neck, pool briefly in her clavicle before continuing down her breast, eventually hitting the towel and being absorbed. “Uh. Yep. Mmmhmm.” Minha snorted with laughter. “Not dating my ass.” Summer rolled her eyes. “Shut up,” she said, then made her way into the bedroom. Right. Nothing quite like horny brain to short circuit a panic attack. Theo took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Let herself accept the delusion, felt it wash over her. This would all be fine. She’d chase after what she wanted, whether it was a fluke, a dream, a miracle, her destiny. She’d enjoy every minute she could with Summer. It would destroy her, Icarus flying too close to the sun. But that would be a problem for future Theo to deal with.
Red lineart on black background, depicting a butch woman with a short haircut, a loose tanktop, visible armpit hair, and cargo pants leaning against something, with a cocky grin.
A rough sketch of two girls cuddling together. One is outlined in red and the other is outlined in blue, and the background is black. The brightness of the colors lightens and darkens in a crude animation.