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Lich king in orbit, on a satellite rock garden. Rearranging crystals for eternity. Shaping them like flowers and mice

before pic: a squadron of rebel pilots, posing outside in front of their mechs. ready to ship out to the front. big, hopeful smiles. peace signs after pic: all the same pilots in front of the same mechs. dimly-lit concrete hangar. dead eyes. wearing the souvenir t-shirt. still doing peace signs

millennials are killing the housing industry by electing to have a witch turn them into plush dolls to be added to her collection instead of becoming homeowners

dyke march kind of look

I kind of want to do the opposite of this. At the end of the story, have a segment where all the characters involved address the reader and explain that everything that happened was extremely cool and sexy and to be emulated in real life. "After all, wasn't it hot when I got murdered?"

A deeply insightful piece; I rather think it should be required reading for everyone writing fiction about fascists (as so much queer horror is, in one way or another).

why aren't you listening to a lesbian arctic horror whaling ballad right now

She shivered as the cold air touched upon her pale skin; mewling as she licked where her fangs used to lay. A bell was rung, and as she still had her sanguine thirst, she carried herself awkwardly until her voice croaked in fear- The bowl filled with blood, laid in a soft ray of god's own light.

Dolls are fun, because due to the variety of shapes, they can be broken in so many ways You really think you are safe, just because you don't have a winding key that needs to be turned? fully independent and alive? Then, its okay if I drop just a tiny little pebble into your workings, right?

That's what I did ๐Ÿคญ

Midas cured himself refusing to perceive wholes. The woman does not turn to gold; her skin turns to gold. Her skin does not turn to gold; some cells turn to gold. The cell walls, but not their contents, turn to gold. All is discontinuous

sorry about the reskeets, I'm starting to suspect that I might actually be hot and I'm going to be a bit insufferable until that wears off

I don't think I'm going to post the nudes, but this photo is too good not to, don't you think? @jezebel.bsky.social is such a good photographer~

I have a *lot* of photos, teehee~ @jezebel.bsky.social did such a good job <3

I kept all my vials.

The people in System Shock 2 who said "I think The Many are actually pretty neat"

Madoka Magica as a criticism of late stage capitalism, locking vulnerable individuals into contracts that they've no idea the full ramifications of, and feasting off the suffering that's produced as said vulnerable individuals break under the stress, in this thread I will...

Not having enough bite marks yet, mostly.

There are certain problems with smelling good and being extremely edible. For instance, my shoulder is covered in bite marks,

"Nothing you say ever feels real. I know that this is merely because of a flaw in my neurobiology, a fundamental lack, but we can't help how we're made, can we? "... well. Not that particular quirk. "But it's okay. It will be okay. When the pain's done you'll be me, and I'll know it's real. Okay?"

i've been slowly chipping away at a tarot deck for the past year and a half or so that i'm calling the deck of spirits. here's a few of my favorite cards! ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ—๏ธ #art #tarot

you or someone you love might not have purchased Blood On The Lens by jana h-s yet. talk to the people you care about. about what's important. which is purchasing Blood On The Lens by jana h-s. on bandcamp dot com

It's possible that the answer to how to continue writing tTT is to make several of my characters like 20% worse. Like, what if [character] was a chaser about the trans-coded shit that fucked up Arlene? how would that make their conflicts (& sex) worse? ๐Ÿคญ

. o O (loser puppy with separation anxiety)

Found a book in a barn and it's filled with stuff about magical creatures... โœจ ๐”„๐”ซ ๐”„๐”ฉ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ž๐”  ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ซ ๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ข ๐”–๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, appearing page by page this summer, from Up On Goblin Hill. ๐Ÿ‚

The scent of prairie sage; the call of a western meadowlark greeting the rising sun. Welcome to the #grasslands #birds ๐ŸŒฟ

I bring you back to my apartment after we get dinner at a mediocre Greek restaurant. I say I'm going to change into something more comfortable before slipping behind my wildly orientalist dressing screen. When I come back out, I'm in a hazmat suit and unload white phosphorous right on your dick

my โ€œthird eyeโ€ finally opened and what a surprise it is just another erogenous zone

There's this strange moment of discontinuity after she says my name before I remember, oh, that's me, isn't it? Only ever a second or two. Maybe someday I'll decide what to make of that.