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he/they/any - lesbian - author of sapphic books #MysticMissives 🕹️🧊 zgclover.carrd.co

cover of Safety Off by Z.G. Clover. a simplistic navy blue cityscape that fades into a light blue to black gradient. across the center of the image is a white "neon" one-line drawing of two faces with their noses touching
small tabby cat with white muzzle stretches it white paw towards the camera as it lays its head down on a blanket
out of focus photo of the tops of black plastic coffee cups and two people's black boots
cover of Safety Off by Z.G. Clover. a simplistic navy blue cityscape that fades into a light blue to black gradient. across the center of the image is a white "neon" one-line drawing of two faces with their noses touching
two people holding black plastic to-go cups in front of white hydrangeas
closeup mirror selfie of me with a fluffy mohawk
a photo of yarrow flowers that are white and light purple, double-exposed with a nighttime photo of snow falling so there's a splatter-like texture to the image
mackerel tabby sleeping on the foot of a bed with its paws curled up under its face
a hand gripping a red coffee mug through the handle
white text box on top of a collage of images. a dark blue city scape, pool balls. a dark blue room with a disco ball, dark pool water, a black cat. a blurry blue city scene. a cut out of a cigarette box and zippo lighted. a cutout of a painting of hands holding. text reads: "Be good!" Cypher called to the man curled up on the floor and tossed his knife towards his kitchen table. The knife spun in the air, hit the edge of the table, and then clattered to the floor. Arcade sidestepped the knife and Cypher opened the door for the two of them to exit Jake's sad, gray apartment. "You were almost cool just then," Arcade said to Cypher as the two made their way down the stairs.
a sleepy tabby cat with its eyes slightly open laying on one white paw.
a vague and slightly unsettling image of a person's head and shoulders made of different digital brush textures, with red blotches for eyes and mouth and two white streaks coming from the eyes.
tabby cat laying on a pink blanket with xmas lights reflected in its eye
a big ole pancake that nearly fills up a 10 inch pan
digital sketch of a plate of badly decorated and misshapen christmas cookies.
cartoonish gray poodle head with round glasses and a chain on a black t-shirt
digital drawing of a red headed woman with one foot lifted behind her
grayscale digital drawing of Yim Pharinyakorn in the backseat of a car
cartoon drawing of a black cat head with a slightly surprised expression
a anthropomorphic pteranodon wearing a cowboy hat and blue shirt sitting in a wheelchair
cartoon tabby cat peeking through a white background
digital grayscale drawing of a woman with large eyes and ears that stick out from her head through long slightly wavy hair. she has a small dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose.
digital art grayscale drawing of three people -- one with dark short curly hair, one with dark short straight hair, and one with light long curly hair -- with their faces pressed together closely and intimately
a cartoonish digital drawing of raccoon with big pink fairy wings wearing a tiny gold crown and a pink wire-wrapped pendant. it is holding a star-tipped wand and a pair of pliers and is popping out of a tree stump.
grayscale digital drawing of a heavily freckled white person with a mullet-like haircut with their forehead and nose pressed to a black woman's. she has long curly hair and a braid wrapping from the front of her head to the back and tied into a bun
a cartoonish possum head with blush and large eyes wearing a pink and pastel purple party hat with a rainbow that ends in fluffy clouds behind it with an arc of glitter over the top
digital grayscale sketch of James Supamongkol
digital art of a large, muscly person with an ankylosaurus head holding a mace
sketchy black, white, and gray digital drawing of someone with a mullet-like haircut, freckles, and bushy eyebrows
digital watercolor squirrel with pink lipstick on holding a yellow bag marked "PRDA" with the words "YOURE MY IT SQUIRREL BABY YOURE THE SHIT SQUIRREL" on the top of the drawing
a burrito wearing bowling shoes rolls a bowling ball toward some pins
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "direction" is highlighted green text reads: Being around her felt strained after what Rose had told them. It was easier when they could hate her, but now confusing and conflicting emotions wrestled them in different directions, pulling their heart taught, the tension threatening to rip them in half. She'd done horrible things to them, lied to them, betrayed and manipulated them, but she loved them. That much they understood. But there was no making sense of their own kaleidoscope of emotions, the hues constantly shifting from sick, jealous greens to bereft blues, to passionate reds and comforting yellows. Emrys squeezed their eyes shut, but the colors exploded throughout the endless darkness, fireworks in a black hole.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "third" is highlighted green text reads: "I heard about your grand return decades after I'd killed you - I spent a long time away from vampire society then. The story of 'Emrys the Endless' had been filtered and distorted through time, but I heard you'd been resurrected from the pits of hell where some rancorous bitch had sent you, and you'd shown back up in London; risen like a phoenix from ashes to dole out the charms of life as some patron saint of exuberance. Your third birth was a bacchanal, and you some divine relic one could touch to have good fortune bestowed upon them."
thin branches of a maple tree covered in bright orange leaves
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "progress" is highlighted green text reads: "Come stand over here," Rose said. "Your cigarette is genuinely blasting her right in the face." Emrys squeezed their eyes shut. They were never going to be able to avoid making a decision, but it hadn't felt as urgent as it did now. Their stress wobbled their legs with vertigo, and they felt fear freeze their feet to the concrete beneath them. Both women expected an answer - and deserved one - but saying yes to one was no to the other, and the thought of that pulled tears to their eyes faster than the biting wind. So they made a non-decision again, moving further away from both of them so their smoke streamed away from Moxy. "Did you make any progress on your painting at least?" Rose asked.
three grayscale sketches of faces on a white background. the top left is of a woman with shoulder-length curly hair with a slightly upturned nose wearing a choker. she has sharp, thin eyebrows and two tendrils of hair are covering the outer corners of her eyes. top right is a woman with chin-length black hair that is slightly messy. she had an aquiline nose and eyebrows that almost meet in the middle, and large lips with a defined cupid's bow the bottom sketch is of a person with short, messy curly hair. they have downturned eyes and bushy eyebrows and a slight frown on their angular face.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "week" is highlighted green text reads: "I saw you incinerate in front of me, and everything came rushing back. Then I find out that you — " She wrapped her arms around herself. "I mean, I was right to be scared, wasn't I? You two have so much history together, and I can see how much she cares about you." Emrys struggled to find any words. Too many things were rushing at them from all sides. Thoughts, emotions, and memories clogged their mind like so many junebugs on a porch light. "Moxy told me about you two," Rose said into the cold night wind. "I felt my heart shatter into a billion pieces. Then I got so fucking angry at you. It took all of what, like a week to get back together with her? Did you even think about what that would do to me? Was I really just a rebound? Don't say anything."
homemade chicken bacon ranch pizza with olives and a drizzle of ranch and hot sauce
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. "build" from the word "building" is highlighted green text reads: In the brief amounts of time between paintings, hunting, or work, Emrys found themself in a languid, paranoid spiral. They were being watched. Most of the time, the signs could be explained away casually. The coffee cup with the same dark lipstick stain left on the bench outside of their building, sometimes full and warm, was from some distracted person who'd left it when their ride arrived. The telescope pointed directly at their living room window was merely set up to see Jupiter. The slightly askew furniture a few weeks ago had been from their vacuuming, and they'd misaligned their chair.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "shirt" is highlighted green text reads: They followed the sound to Jay's and found her standing with her back against the wall, smoking a clove cigarette, shivering in the cold air. She looked ethereal, otherworldly. A model's frame and an effortless draw. Her heartbeat was a siren's song, and Emrys the sailor, prepared to throw themself into the icy water for a taste of her affection. They took a step forward, out of the shadows they watched her from, and stepped into the street. A car honked, brakes squealed, and headlights illuminated a hand that caught their shirt, yanking them back onto the safety of the sidewalk.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the words "junk food" are highlighted green text reads: "What are we looking for?" "Rich assholes." "So our over-fishing, drought-causing trust fund baby is back on the menu?" "If you'd mentioned he had a trust fund earlier, I wouldn't have fought you on it." They walked on, perusing through the streams flowing from tall office buildings. Bankers, lawyers, accountants all passed by, and Moxy turned her nose up at all of them. "Surely you can let me have some junk food while we wait?" Emrys asked, lounging on their back atop a concrete planter.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "" is highlighted green text reads: "Oh," they said shoving their hands into the pockets of their jacket. "Hi." Rose looked at them with a strenuous intensity, her eyes and slight unsteadiness indicating she'd finished her night at another bar only a little while ago. "You're outside my building," she said flatly. "Your building?" Emrys echoed, taking a step back, their thoughts spinning wildly about what she might make of the situation. "I didn't realize you lived nearby. I've never seen you out before." "I don't. I took a new route on my way home. Your fountain caught my eye." "Should I be worried that you know where I live?" Rose asked, taking a step forward, narrowing the distance between them again.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "picture" is highlighted green the text reads: Emrys held their phone up in front of them, and Moxy leaned into frame. She took a deep breath and smiled, and Emrys took the picture. They looked at it, at themself with the wind in their hair, the sun lightening the edges of the black to a warm brown, the streak of white and gold shimmering. It was hard to recognize themself this warm, this happy, but it was Moxy's image that captured their attention She was utterly magnificent, her eyes soft and smile warm. The wind blew her hair around her face, framing her angular features with rounded edges. For a moment they let themself believe that she was truly happy there with them, that they'd been able to capture a common, mundane moment between the two of them, instead of a reluctant, forced photo.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "little" is highlighted green text reads: "Don't you have some kind of control over nature and shit? You can't just call on the wind or little doves or something?" Moxy laughed like it hurt her. "As practical as that sounds, no. Which makes it shitty for you to have painted me as a fucking angel. I'd give anything to fly." Emrys looked at her, chasing the sunlit planes of her face with their eyes. "I'll trade you." Moxy sat up, more alert now than she'd been the whole time. "Please Emrys. I really mean anything." "I want one of those," they said, pointing to the necklace that hung low on Moxy's chest.
white text box on a red, black, and white collage background. the word "smooth" is highlighted green. the text reads: "The woman's eyes looked up at them, not asking so much as directing, cool and composed, not flustered like they'd expected. Emrys nodded, flipping their lighter open and sparked the flame. With her eyes closed as she inhaled, the woman looked almost doll-like. Pale, smooth skin, subtly upturned nose, her lips, sculpted and full, a true mask of perfection painted and adorned in a way that didn't stifle or hide what was there naturally, but served to accentuate it. She opened her eyes when Emrys's lighter snapped shut, and they quickly pulled back from her, averting their eyes. It wasn't like them to be so interested in patrons."
screenshot of black text on a white background. the word "movements" is highlighted green. the text reads: "They tried again, hoping only to capture their headspace, to understand their own feelings now that both women had expressed their own. Emrys had filled their palette with deep reds and bright yellows, but their hand and eyes drifted to the tubes of cool tones, indigo, navy, periwinkle, viridian. The resulting painting offended them. Clashing movements of hue, obscured, fragmented shapes. Confused perspectives - like they were painting two scenes on top of each other. They scraped the canvas once more before throwing it away. Defeated and burnt out, they set up a fresh canvas on their easel and began to sketch, clearing their mind of thought and entering into a meditative nothingness."
screenshot of a message: official invite tonight to please me ... PLAY GAMES **
collage of green and black and white images, from left to right, top to bottom: angel statue crying over a headstone, a street sign saying "memory lane", an 8 ball, a hand holding green flame, a hand covered in blood, a woman holding a knife over her head, three cherries, a hand with strings attached like it's puppeteering, skeleton hand holding a bottle labeled "bitch juice", a cutout of an illustration of hemlock, the words "it's not over until i win", an open mouth with vampire fangs, clear quartz cluster, two skeleton hands reaching for each other with a string connecting their middle fingers
college of black and white and red images. from left to right, top to bottom: the moon with images of eyes layered on top, up close paintings of blue eyes, pattern of white eyes on a black background, a black rose, red lipstick print, a broken heart drawing with one side red and the other white held together by a safety pin, the words "some like it violent", a clymene moth, the word "naive" stitched into a rose petal, a woman holding a knife by her side, a hand holding a black cigarette, a skeletal spine, ribs, and pelvis, a pattern of eyes layered on top of these, an image of someone holding a heart on fire
collage of red and black and white images. from left to right top to bottom: painting with the face smudged out, journal page painted red saying "guess what fuckers, i survived", black and white image of eyes repeating, hands bound in chains, the word "pathetic", a hand holding a cigarette, the words "heart ache club", a skull, two people kissing
vaguely ghost-shaped pizza
a small tabby cat with a white muzzle and chest looking up, showing off the underside of her chin and a small bit of tooth poking out of her mouth
a screenshot reading: "Destroy me, dearest, leave me dying here, Where fire rains upon my skin of ice. Destroy me, dearest, leave me lying here, For nothing more than your love's sacrifice. Precise your aim, and arrow truly flies, The hands of gods deliver to me doom. If draining me brings joy to lovely eyes, Then destined die my body sprang from womb. My lover I beseech you, end my life, For nothing more than selfish, youthful mirth. My mistress, please, spare mercy none for strife, If death brings joy, my life itself was worth. But mistress, please, if love fulfills you true, The gods themselves could not take me from you."
Nonbinary Characters for Nonbinary Awareness Week, July 14th-20th. (24 books for $30). 24 book covers: The Elysium Proposal, A Designer Magick, The Final Voyage of Thomas Mothmore, Baker Thief, Moth Pit, Giving in to Gravity, Synthetic Sea, Aether Beyond the Binary, Into the Forest, Zen Solaris and the God-Child, Manipulator's War, Lust and Found, Non-Player Character, Atop the Trees Beneath the Mountains, Memories of Forgotten Waves, Dirt Stained Hands Thorn Pierced Skin, Mystic Missives, A Memory of Blood and Magic, Community Witch, They of the West, Mommy May I, Spoken For, Blood, Oh Fuck Dinosaurs!
black cat with yellow eyes looking cutely up at the camera sitting on a blue rug.
I've struggled with this in the past with friends trying to put me into a box I wouldn't choose for myself. It's hard because certain dynamics do tend to become the default, as well as certain types of people. Often the biggest lesbians creators have a similar look and dynamic since a certain body type, race, and dynamic make them more palatable. Therefore looking for friends/ community around these lesbian spaces feels like you're left out if you're not ablebodied, thin, white, and stereotypically mase/fem or butch/femme.
Simple drawing of a very very small person in a massive bed with a tiny phone next to them
Collage of photos on an off-white background. A ferret in some brown leaves, a sunset/mountain scene the colors of the non-binary flag, moon phases the color of the lesbian flag, a wooden relief carving, iridescent white dragon scales, a double-sided battle axe. There are four rectangles of colors in between the pictures: white, a pale yellow/orange, a soft purple, and black.
Image: A black and white photo of a mountain double exposed with a river scene behind it. There is a white box around the quote. Text: Julia took her place next to Rynn and the bonfire behind them roared to life. The heat singed the side of Rynn’s face and gleamed in the eyes of the crowd. Her heart threw itself against her rib cage like rabbit kicks.
Annoyed looking tabby cat with a sweet pink nose