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Art of my ocs. Features extremly graphic body horror, depictions and symbolism relating to (underage) rape, incest, pregnancy/birth trauma and death. I will update this fic whenever I draw new art.
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- Part 6 of bedtime stories for molested angels
- Part 1 of artwork
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Original artwork and characters unrelated to the molested angel mythos. I will update this fic whenever I draw new art.
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break the mirror of the modern man / i love you as my blood flows by triebwerke
Fandoms: Fight Club - All Media Types
17 Jul 2022
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I remember him as the abstract concept of a public enemy, a criminal celebrity. I remember him from TV screens. I remember him from courtroom footage. I remember him from a mugshot, showing him in the same perspective as Jesus on the Turin Shroud, younger and more lifeless looking than an umbilical cord strangled fetus, doomed before birth.
“You won’t find anything that could be molded into a lasting fancy. Outside I’m Permethrin. Inside I’m a wasteland.”
“Inside you’re alive.”
“Lately, it’s starting to feel like I might be.”Series
- Part 1 of l'empire des sens
- Part 3 of The Incel/Loser x Reader Collection - An Ode to Pathetic Males
- Part 3 of artwork
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i'll fuck you with a switchblade (god, you’re so pretty) by triebwerke
Fandoms: American Psycho - All Media Types
02 Jan 2022
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“You don’t understand a thing of what I’m saying,” he muttered.
The investors nodded. Even his colleagues nodded. Neither had understood, or listened.
“I do,” I said quickly, then told one of the investors Patrick complimented his cuff links. We side-eyed one another, unexpectedly making eye-contact. His expression was dismissive, silently barking at me ‘no, you don’t’ – as if his words, thoughts, feelings were incomprehensible to himself and everyone else, as if he was the only real person in the world and therefore did not exist.
In that moment I knew it was him.Series
- Part 1 of i don't want to be your girl, i want to be your gun
- Part 1 of The Incel/Loser x Reader Collection - An Ode to Pathetic Males
- Part 4 of artwork
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“I’ve been thinking… have you ever wanted to…” his sentence falters into nothingness. If it weren’t for the pistol I might have grasped his hands firmly in mine, telling him it’s okay.
There is only a thin layer of concrete separating us from the world of civilized conformity and ethical boredom. We are actors in differently priced costumes standing behind the stage and Bateman has forgotten all his lines.Series
- Part 2 of i don't want to be your girl, i want to be your gun
- Part 2 of The Incel/Loser x Reader Collection - An Ode to Pathetic Males
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His hand presses over Shinji’s. A heavy weight, controlling, holding him down, but still holding him.
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This is not how fairy tales are supposed to be.
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AU where Alcina 'adopts' a young Ethan.Series
- Part 1 of they're called home (they're called mothers)
- Part 9 of artwork
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et t'aime d'autant plus que tu me fuis by triebwerke
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
10 Sep 2021
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She sniffs at the stump as if it were fine wine, then lusciously licks around the circle of white bone in the center.
Ethan is watching himself being violated, reduced to an ice cream cone.
“I am getting around to the taste of you. So bitter.”
She brushes back a lock of silky, pitch hair. She smells of roses and cedar wood. Her nipples protrude from underneath her thin dress, erected by his fear and blood. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds with intelligence and madness. Is she really a monster or a goddess of death?Series
- Part 3 of fleurs du mal
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The light of the fire dances in orange flickers across their sunken faces, their numb red noses and chapped lips. Children dressed in rags, covered in dirt and blood, reeking of piss and death, holding too big guns in too small hands. The hopes, the heroes of the Serb people. A few years ago they’d go to school and draw pictures and sing in church and play hopscotch and their mothers would cut the meals on their plates into tiny pieces. The sight of them now is so pathetic it’s almost funny.
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- Part 2 of my prison kiss, my dying wish
- Part 11 of artwork
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The vault isn’t paradise, but James will do everything he can to hopefully make it one day.
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James tends to his son's injuries after he got beaten up.
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- Part 1 of Drowning In Your Ocean
- Part 12 of artwork
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It’s always been just the two of them, the withdrawn doctor haunted by the world he fled and the young man who is either misconceived as an angel or a little devil. Strangers in this hole in the ground filled with superficiality and denial.
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Tommy sneaks into his father's bedroom and James can't resist anymore.
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- Part 2 of Drowning In Your Ocean
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“I’m sorry. I’m just very busy at the moment, but I promise, I’ll be there tomorrow,” he apologizes and his muscles tense when his son’s delicate fingers trace along the lapel of his lab coat.
“Ah, forget it. You’re here now, that’s what counts,” says the other and James doesn’t like the coy glimmer in his teal eyes, not when it isn’t dark.
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James gets a surprise visit from his son at the clinic.
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- Part 3 of Drowning In Your Ocean
- Part 14 of artwork
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I huddle up to him and press my ear to his sternum, to hear his heart beat, reaching out to me from beneath a breathing barrier of flesh and blood and bone. I cry a little. On my flushed skin the tears feel like snowflakes; he gently wipes them away with his thumb, reminding me of how my mother would clean my mouth of food stains when I was little, bringing it to his lips, lapping rather than licking — just like he did with my blood that day. I long to touch him, to be as close as only gods can be, but my hands are paralyzed, incapable of choosing any one place to feel.
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- Part 20 of artwork
- Part 1 of The Loli!Reader Collection - A Canticle To Creeps