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Darkness forever.
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Coffee Shop AU * act 1
I work at the strip mall coffee shop. Scratchy black shirt that itches on my clammy back. Slacks my ass looks too big in. Baseball hat that crushes my sweaty black hair into my ears.
I lean forward to hide my tits. I’ve become a goblin thing, using my shoulders and the bagginess of my shirt to pretend there’s nothing there. Hides my name tag too. HI I’M CANCER. My black cap pulled over my head, just an acne-scarred mouth, they think I’m a high school boy. I mumble so they can’t hear my cleft palate wheeze.
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On the contrary: the effect of the bomb is greater than any conceivable end, for this end will necessarily be destroyed by its effect. Every end will be destroyed together with the entire world in which ‘ends and means’ had existed.
— Gunther Anders
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Your teacher is always staring at you. There’s a test, but you can’t focus. Spare pencils are lined up on his desk, pastel pink. He keeps them sharp, and pointed at you.
Snap. Your pencil broke. You need another. You walk up and take one. A whiff of jasmine. A tight gold band clasping the red bud of an eraser. Drag it across your mistakes.
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Inanna, daughter of the Moon, put on her regal garment, hung a ravishing sash around her neck,
With fearsome, terrifying radiance she bedizened her brow,
She drew a carnelian necklace with rosettes around her divine throat,
She made a hero’s gesture with the seven-lobed mace in her right hand.
She set her foot on the deep blue step.
— The Exaltation of Inanna
February: Cancer Angel Constellations
my story ANGELBRIDE is out now, as part of SLAKE HOUSE, a 250+ pg illustrated PDF w/ CYOA paths n hot pics by many talented illustrators ⛪️🦋
✦ religious ero-horror w/ art by @CoeyKuhn
✦ institutionalization, boys, torture, mutilation, ovipositors?
✦ multiple endings + many choices along the way
Encore
Cancer opens his lunchbox. There is a nice meal inside, separated by plastic compartments, packed by his foster mother like specialized tools or military ordinance. White bread crushing mayo and green tomato, pressed down by maternal fingers until white goo drips from the edges, and a side of chopped-up hot dogs with banana ketchup. It is one of those special holidays that won’t matter when the sun is obscured by flies and there is a reason for those flies. But for now, consumer electronics.
His scout uniform is a dark flower on the green picnic area, which has a wonderful view of the pink ocean. A path of desire has been worn up the hill.
He takes the durian from his backpack. He eats this fruit to train himself to be around the man, who sweats shamefully with an inner poison.
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They went up the big wheel and Cancer tried very hard not to throw up but the wheel went up so high and he didn’t know it stopped at the top so he thought it was broken, and then it lurched and groaned with the weight of itself shaking swinging wasn’t it should it be like that and he and he and it got all over his nice clean lacy white shirt, ruined…
A boy goes to a seaside fun park. He meets his teacher, his scouting instructor, who, gawky and fastidious, seems more suited to this kind of park than the other one.
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He can tell the date is going terribly.
She neatly cuts her steak, exposing a cross-section of the shockingly pink meat. It’s a hot day. They should have eaten inside.
“So you work for an animal rights organization.”
“Yes,” he replies.
“And my work involves experimenting on animals.”
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✦ Serious Weakness personality quiz
for the first time ever, scientists have discovered a way to analyze your Serious Weakness personality…
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✦ cupbearer to the gods act IV
On that note, Krabat sent me a genuine Veau in the washing machine!!
together we will destroy pederasty through the power of merchandising! ✌️✨
Cupbearer to the Gods
cunt toward enemy [s3e4] sludge/bbb
An endless breath. At first he thought it was his own. But his air is congealed, unmoving, stuck in his nostrils and throat like clear resin.
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cunt toward enemy [s3e3] winner
Lazur crosses the tarmac to the private plane. The mansion burns into the red evening, but only the smoke reaches the runway. The concrete under his feet, a blend of pulverized sand and tar, seems to go on forever in the dark.
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