Artemis Quinn 🏳️‍⚧️🎨📚

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I write and draw horror, dark fantasy, and supernatural romance. 🏳️‍⚧️ He/they 🏳️‍🌈 Pan, transmasc/enby 🦇Horror/Vampire enthusiast 🎨 Illustrator 🏙️ Visdev 🖊 Writer 💀 Actor No A👁 Commissions open! https://www.conquerthyfear.com

Rebecca Sinclaire, the main character of Such Sweet Sorrow A blond woman with bright blue eyes looking back over her shoulder, surrounded by ghostly hands
concept art of the husk tree from an earlier rendition of Tales From The Night Garden.
A garage wall painted in various colors to create the start of a mural.
A snippet from Sanguivore by Artemis Quinn. It says: In one moment, I was content, watching the pulsing purple and blue of the sky in the late summer winds; the next, lost in nothingness.
A picture of a painted wall with silhouettes of various humans and butterflies. Some of the butterflies are painted various pride flags.
a pair of crocks with sanrio characters on them.
calf-high platform boots with belts all the way up them
three images of Valensole, a town outside of some of the lavender fields in southern France are tended.
A snippet of Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: Despite the relaxing soak in the bath, my body held all of the hateful fatigue of the day. A headache pulsed through my temples, worming through my frontal lobe. I hugged myself as I walked the short length of the hallway, thankful that the heat had decided to work that day.
a misty lake surrounded by autumn trees. A solitary bench sits to the viewer's right.
A black, red, pink, gray, and white tartan. This design was created to memorialize those who suffered as a result of The Witchcraft Act 1563 to 1736 in Scotland. This tartan will be woven to make products to help create a ‘living memorial’. The black & grey colors represent both the darkness of those years and ashes of those burned. It incorporates red & pink to symbolize legal tapes used to bind papers both during that time and now. The thread count of this incorporates the years 1563 and 1736 (1+5+6+3 = 15 and 1+7+3+6 = 17), shown in black and grey surrounding a white check of 3 threads. The white represent three goals - ensure a pardon, an apology, and creating memorials. The black section is 173 threads, representing the 173 years of darkness. The red & pink sections are repeated 3 times for the 3 prime objectives of the Witches of Scotland organization.
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: I held myself together with careful control, quiet for the entire walk through campus and down the road to my apartment. The trek only took about twenty minutes, but it may as well have been a marathon that had taken me all day. I was lost in my thoughts the whole way, and by the time I reached the apartment door I couldn’t catch my breath. My chest burned with every shallow hitch, hiccups refusing to let air in between each suppressed sob. I struggled with my keys as my vision blurred for the umpteeth time that day. The cheap bronze doorknob scratched with the intensity of the shake in my fingers. That will be a ding against us with the landlords, I thought bitterly. As soon as the key slid into place, I let out a victory cry and threw the door open, rushing inside and slamming it behind me. Pressing back against the door, I shouted, “Fuck!” The curse devolved into wail as I slid down against the cheap wood, the clatter of my bag hitting the ground across the room startling me. I didn’t even realize I had thrown it until it made the clatter. The detached, rational part of my mind added, bitter and detached, your laptop better have survived that outburst. “Holy shit,” came from the back of the apartment, and I fought the urge to scream again. Could I not have a single fucking spot to break down alone? I banged my head against the door, reaching into my platinum blonde hair and tugging at the roots to lessen the pressure in my mind. I needed to focus on something other than how badly my heart hurt. Footsteps rang down the hallway. My ex-boyfriend. Mark.
Cover of Lemon Balm by Artemis Quinn and Auden Eris-Everen. It's purple, with silver details of a bundle of lemon balm behind a green bulb.
Six books. Top left: Root Rot by Sarah Read Top center: Fabulous Bodies by Chuck Tingle Top Right: Wolf Worm by T. Kingfisher Bottom Left: Lucy Undying by Kiersten White Bottom center: Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle Bottom right: A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn. It says: "At a quarter to eight this evening, we were informed that Nekane, the Might of the East, has learned the location of this Garden stronghold." If the dread was present before, it doubled at the news. "Our informant told us that she is expected to siege The Yellow Rose at first light tomorrow morning in order to do as much harm to any Vampire harbored here. We expect she will dispatch any Werewolves, Witches, humans, or otherwise that are in the vicinity. The coven members any myself have discussed at length the methods at our disposal to ensure your safe departure as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we are limited on resources and time with such a short turn around."
A snippet of Aloe from Acanthus' POV, written by Artemis Quinn. It says: It goes without saying that I am a tired being, full of fragility and broken pieces.
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: It wasn’t long before I was lost in a dreary but beautiful swirl of brush strokes, daubs, and streaks in the doleful colors of the Zorn palette. Landscapes were hard to do with this palette, due to the lack of blues and greens, but you could get some lovely muted hues from mixing the black with the ochre. The vermilion grounding layer mixed beautifully with the colors I was laying down, and soon enough, I had a sky painted in an enigmatic, moody white cast. Since I loved the impressionists and their bright, bold colors, you’d think that I’d gravitate towards more saturated pastures. But the Zorn palette had a moodiness to it that captivated me; besides, I mostly paint portraiture, and the palette was great for capturing realistic skin tones. You can definitely see the impressionistic influence to my artwork in the strokes that I take, but the colors are a decidedly darker, moody approach. It felt like a blink before my alarm was going off in anticipation of my meeting.
A cat looking down with a fang sticking out, leaning against a knee.
A vending table at a farmer's market, full of books and accessories.
A picture of two people in front of a bookshelf, one is wearing red sunglasses and vampire fangs.
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: My skin crawled under the intensity of his gray eyes, peering at me over the rimless glasses perched low on his nose. His curly gray hair fell in front of the smudge glass as he studied me. I expected a gruff and disapproving, "You're late," but it never came. Unable to quite meet his eyes, I leaned back against the door and traced the patterns of the linseed oil stains flecked across his crumpled olive green sweater.
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: The street started to spin beneath my feet as my body forced me to gasp a harsh gulp of the bitter October air. My breath died again, my lungs unable to keep up the momentum. Someone bumped into me from behind, growling out, "Jesus, move, lady!"
A snippet from Lemon Balm by Artemis Quinn and Auden Eris-Everen, from Acanthus' POV. It says: With each step towards the grocery market, my goof mood faded and my anxiety slowly returned. Cypress kept glancing in my direction, and I was careful not to meet their eyes. Instead, I reached into the pocket of my tailored leather jacket and pulled out a small pair of cats' eye vanity sunglasses, tinted a deep purple. I slipped them up onto the bridge of my nose before I reached back to pull my hair into a loose tail. Rather than search for a band, I knotted my hair high on my head and pulled a bobby pin from the same place, pinning the knot tight.
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn. It says: The sky was a deep purple twilight beyond the gate, and the air was warm, humid, and inviting.
A sketchbook page wirh a key, a leaf, a potion bottle, a bone, and an eye.
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn. It says - She took a deep breath then continued. "At a quarter to eight this evening, we were informed that Nekane, the Might of the East, has learned the location of this Garden stronghold." If the dread was present before, it doubled at the news. - Cypress, Aloe by Artemis Quinn
Phthalo green fabric
Skeleton smoking by Vincent Van Gogh
A drawing of a grim reaper in front of a rose window. It's a design for a Death card drawn in 2022 by Artemis Quinn.
Paint swatches
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: I stayed out in the garage for entirely too long, sketching an in-depth view of the lack with the back of a bench facing the viewer. Even as just a sketch with a red glaze over the charcoal, the feeling of the piece was somber. Such Sweet Sorrow, by Artemis Quinn.
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn. It says: He was angled as if he turned to look behind him, his hair thrown over his shoulder while his bright eyes sparkled in amusement. Acanthus, Aloe.
A snippet from Gaps in the Mist by Artemis Quinn. It says: Looming over me was a mountain of moss and small round stones, bleached bones and bent pieces of camping gear sticking out of it like broken stakes.
A snippet from Saint Germaine's Run by Artemis Quinn. It says: The thing grunted. "I fell. Please, my leg, it hurts." My skin prickled and crawled unpleasantly. That voice was from the deepest depths of my nightmares, and I had the visceral picture of something gnawing on bones. I bit my lip to stop myself from making noise as a scrape happened along the wall right behind my. My stomach turned, and I clutched at the blanket as if it would do anything against an actual fucking monster. creeeeeeeeeak scratchscratch SNAP
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn, from Cypress' POV. It says: "Hey, whoa, wait, where are you going, Conan?" "Out," he said curtly. "Out?" I repeated. "Out." "I love out. Can I come along?"
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: “A person, there’s a person!” I pointed, clutching the blanket to my chest like it was a shield. Chaos ensued. A blanket was not going to save me from an intruder; I threw it aside and scrambled for a weapon, losing sight of the silhouette. The fireplace pokers. That’s perfect. When I reached for one, my hand misfired and I knocked it with a clatter against the stand. “Fuck!” Another try had better results. I wrapped my hand around the cool iron of the handle. Pulling it from its brass stand, another clatter rang through the air. I could barely hear it over the thundering of my heart. Light blazed into the room as Elena switched on the lights. “Show yourself, fucker!” I whirled around, arms rigid and tight as I held onto the poker with both hands, fully intending to use it. Elena was panting. Her shoulders were raised and defensive, hair bouncing wildly around her frightened face. The silence was tense, and neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity as we stared towards the direction of the foyer. It was empty.
A snippet from Such Sweet Sorrow by Artemis Quinn. It says: I adjusted the gray woolen scarf around my neck, the choking sensation in my throat begging me to do something to relieve it. What do I do? What do I do now? - Rebecca, Such Sweet Sorrow
A picture of a tick tack toe board carved into a tree trunk with leaves and rocks.
A portrait of a character in an art nouveau style border with Acanthus leaves surrounding it. The character is a redhead in a green turtleneck, looking quite worried.
A funding goal on Backerkit. It says $1423 of $1200 reached by 54 gardeners
Dawn of the final day. 24 hours remain.
A plate of chicken with onions and tomatoes on top.
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn, in Cypress' POV. It says: I whimpered, realizing the door was closed. It opened with a whoosh, and I growled quietly at Acanthus. "Resting means no magic." "Unless you've got thumbs as a Wolf that I'm blissfully unaware of, I figured I'd save you the trouble of shifting." I rolled my eyes, knowing Acanthus couldn't see. "I may not have thumbs, but a certain Vampire does." "Listen, it took me less energy to do that, then it would have taken me to lift my arm," Acanthus huffed. Then, their words became a bit softer, and the words twisted my heart. "I don't want to fight. Please. I'm so very tired."
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn. It says: Why did everyone treat me like cracked porcelain? I could extend my nails into sabers and light friction fires with my mind, for fuck's sake. Acanthus, Aloe
Zelda Majora's Mask title screen. It says- Dawn of the first day - 72 hours remain
A snippet from Gaps in the Mist by Artemis Quinn. It says: “Alright,” I said, shifting to hold the phone with my ear in an awkward lean as I opened the notebook. “I’ve got paper. Shoot.” Josiah laughed. “Still gotta write everything down?” “You know it falls out of my brain if I don’t,” I huffed. “You also know I can’t resist researching the place a little bit.” “Yeah, I get it.”
The used car salesman meme with a picture of the book bazaar's summer bonanza banner. It says - *slaps campaign* This collection can fit so much queer content
A snippet from the short story, Gaps In The Mist by Artemis Quinn. It says: Hunger gnawed at me as I stared at the clock. I was stuck grabbing a late lunch, because someone had to stay on the phones while most everyone else took their breaks, and I drew the short straw for the schedule this week. I didn’t want to be here any more than anyone else, but the late mealtime had me hungry and annoyed. In a form of malicious compliance, I spent the maximum amount of time in my after-call wrap-up window — ten minutes— typing very detailed notes very slowly.
A meme that says "I'm in the mood to support indie authors." A picture of the tortoise from Kung-Fu Panda that says, "My time has come."
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn. It says: “That should be good,” I informed Lykaia who was going to town at the dirt. She stopped, dropping onto her haunches and panting harshly. “You’re awesome,” I said with a swell of affection towards her. “No sweat,” she gasped back. Then after a moment, she added, “Get it? Because dogs don’t sweat? They pant to cool off?” It was the dumbest, funniest joke I’d ever heard. Apparently, Acanthus thought so too, chuckling before they tapered off into an agonized whine. "Don't make me laugh," they complained.
A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn in Cypress' POV. It says: After we finally got off the bus, I gawked at the building. A Gothic church, because Acanthus is predictable, with a massive, modern addition to it. The brick facade was ornate and imposing. Some downright menacing gargoyles perches on either side of the tall, oak doors. Windows lined the wall of the new addition. Most were dark, but some had their lights on.
This is a snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn, in Acanthus' POV. It says: "You're finally looking less gaunt," Cypress said casually. "I am starting to feel better," I admitted, though my eyes were tracing the ribbon-esque patterns of sun-blasted freckles on my arms. I hadn't had enough sun exposure to crackle or scar, but my skin was definitely suffering from the exposure I'd had. At least this time I hadn't lost my voice or required a burial. "When do you think the guests will arrive?"
a series of six foil prints, all busts of the main characters from Aloe.
A snippet from Sanguivore by Artemis Quinn. It says - One by one, we slid through the hallway, silent and seething.
A wolf standing on its hind legs. It says "Look at me, I'm a human! I pay taxes, I have depression, I'm behind on chores!"
Three panels. The first, a glowing deity. It says: "I am a writer. I can answer any question you ask." The second, Aladdin and Jasmine, staring upwards. "What is your book about?" The third, the deity again. "Any question but that."
A screenshot of a post that says "masculine but like in a peacock way"
Community pizza meme. Panel one is Don Glover with a stack of pizzas that says - writer coming back to their first draft for revisions Panel two is the chaos of the room and it says - placeholder memes, vague notes and instructions, half finished chapters, skipped scenes
Action item: become soil and/or ash Assigned to: body Status: in progress Deadline: TBA