Theo

@theozukowski.com

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(18+) author of queer dark speculative romance & erotica. tarot reader. audhd. non-binary & transmasc. (he/they) theozukowski.com

A square grid of nine images. Clockwise, they are: 1. A plane, crashed into trees 2. A hand holding ivy 3. A rocked in the sky 4. A figure in front of a door, light coming through a gap 5. A hand with smoke around it 6. Tropical plants 7. Digital lights going into the distance 8. A view of the night sky with trees surrounding it 9. An astronaut in the middle of a field
Sanctuary sci-fi omegaverse Kierzyn kneels before the altar, the perfect picture of an obedient omega bride. He tries not to fidget, his fingers intertwined, and bites his lip, worrying at the pink flesh. To anyone that knows him, this is an odd sight. Prince kierzyn is not the sort of man who sits still. He is not the sort of omega who obeys. Coming soon. patreon.com/theozukowski subscribestar.adult/theozukowski
A grid of 9 images. From top left, clockwise: 1. A collection of pocket knives 2. A man wearing a collar, a leash pulling on it 3. Crime scene tape around a telephone pole 4. The words "forget him" written many times 5. A basement with a mattress on the floor 6. A close up of a person's wrists as they hang, bound, from a chain. 7. Close up of a newspaper reading "missing" 8. the words, "it takes a monster to destroy a monster" 9. the lower have of a person's face. they are wearing a dark, industrial face mask.
A grid of 9 images. From top left, clockwise: 1. a crashed plane in the forest 2. a reaching hand with a vine twisted around it 3. a rocket in the night sky 4. a person standing in front of an opening metal vault door 5. an open hand with smoke above it 6. jungle leaves 7. a grid of lights 8. the crown of trees under a night sky 9. a person wearing an astronaut suit, sitting in the grass
Untitled Dark Academia Cult Fic Blindfolded, arms bound high behind his back, Elias stumbles on the roughly hewn stone floor. A gentle hand catches his upper arm before he can fall, and he tries to murmur his thanks. Of course, the gag in his mouth prevents anything but a whimper. He hears his savior chuckle lowly as he lets go of Elias, patting him gently on the shoulder. He doesn’t speak, but that’s all right. Elias doesn’t mind. @theophagian
A photo of vintage books overlaid with a brown square. White text reads, The Flame Upon Us What is he doing? Is he mad or masochistic, to return here? #WIPWednesday | @theophagain
White text on a red brick background reading, “Birching the Brothers He doesn’t really look outside. He doesn’t see the glinting red eyes peering out at him from beyond the tree line, the hint of curved horns brushing snow off the pine branches as the tall figure moves among the forest in the light of the setting sun, so slowly that the bells tied to his body don’t make a sound by Theodore Vaughan”
A grid of nine images, which are: a man’s back with two hand holding him, flowers in front of a mirror, two pale hands intertwined, a hand holding a cigarette, two hands entwined in ivy, a red brick building, a hand resting on a thigh, a hand placing a book back on a shelf, and a person in a sweater with a messenger bag. Overlaid in white, semi-transparent text is the title, The Flame Upon Us.
A photograph of a vintage red pickup truck in front of pine trees. White text is overlaid on top of a red-orange semi-transparent box. The text reads: #WIPWEDNESDAY Francis stares out of the truck’s window at the passing forest. He doesn’t look ahead. He knows that In the distance, the red brick buildings of St. Sebastian’s Preparatory Academy will be peering around the trees, and for a moment, he’s sure that he’s going to be sick. He reaches down to open the window, his shoulder pumping as he turns the handle. A cool breeze hits is face, and he almost feels better. Almost. @THEOPHAGIAN
He can see the outlines of Felix’s ribs, the sharp, jutting bones of his spine as he turns. And it should be horrible that his little brother is so thin, so starved — but all Noel wants to do is reach out and touch.
A book cover featuring two people kissing in the snow on a pale cream colored newspaper-like background. It says, “Birching the Brothers by Theodore Vaughan.” Surrounding the cover are several tropes; inc*st, trans masc rep, outdoor bondage, dub con, inpact play, and voyeur krampus.
A painting of St. Sebastian by Rene Guido, depicting a bound white man looking up, wearing a white cloth and pierced with arrows. Over this is white text reading, "I'm participating in the Hot Wet Queer Jam."
An image of a man with his hand over his chin. His fingers are bloody. The text reads: Extraction, a taboo vampire novella by Theodore Vaughan.
A lighthearted romance between an elk princess and a swamp god might be the only thing you feel like writing these days—but it might also be the best way for you to deal with the problems everyone is facing. Anders, Charlie Jane. Never Say You Can't Survive: How to Get Through Hard Times by Making Up Stories #kindlequotes
A wooden cabin next to a tree, covered in a heavy layer of snow with icicles hanging from the roof. Cursive text reads, "The Shadow and the Soul."
White text on a black background, surrounded by red and purple clouds. It reads, "#saturdark Sir Niall was certain that the sound of bells would follow hi minto his dreams." @theophagian
Six images in polaroid-style frames over a black background. A pair of boot prints in the snow, a collar with a chain leash, a hand holding a skull, a pair of pale hands with black fingers, many hands reaching upward, and a snowy graveyard with a bloody hand print overlaid on it.
A grid of four images — a hunting knife, a pair of handcuffs with a camera overlay, a dark basement with brick walls, and a hand holding a gun in it's holster. In the middle of the images are the words, "and hell followed."
White text over a purple background reading, Extraction Cover Reveal By Theodore Vaughan @theophagian
An image of a riding crop resting on a man's palm, reading "A D/s Verse Novella In Due Season Theodore Vaughan"
The shutter clicked twice as the target passed in the distance, below the streetlight. The photographer sat in a dark SUV, the engine off, his hood pulled down over his head. He lowered the camera, glancing briefly at the screen before setting it down on the gray passenger seat. He mentally went over the file that lay next to the camera. Adrien Howell, twenty-two. Student at Wayne State University, majoring in Social Work with a minor in Women and Gender Studies. Barista at a small chain coffee shop. Regular at the Detroit Public Library. And the subject of his fascination.
A long haired, cream colored syrian hamster stepping out of a yellow tissue box.
white text over a black background with rainbow confetti, reading: @lgbtqwritathon #queerwriters word count 5k Jan 06 - Jan 12 @theophagian
A grid of nine images. From the top left, clockwise to center, they are: 1. A hand holding a white feather. 2. A neon halo around the head of a person with short hair. 3. A person wearing a pair of brown boots. 4. A pair of hands, holding each other on a bed. 5. Several black feathers. 6. A pale person with a silver crown on their head, their hand over their face. Their fingers are black. 7. A person wearing a pair of black combat boots. 8. A close-up image of a pale eye. 9. A close-up of two people kissing.