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1400. Adam, Samuel and Peter managed to kill their archvampire, and are now free. They decide to seize this newlyfound freedom, and do everything they can, for all the time they have now, promising to meet other regularly to give news.
1885. Samuel has been a doctor for centuries, signing anonymous medicine essays, giving all his years of knowledge to humans. Peter gets interested by everything: he worked every possible job (his favorite being journalism since the beginning of the century) and gets bored as soon as he masters something.
Adam has nothing: no passion, no job, no hobby he didn't abandon. He has money he gives artists to entertain one's talent but his own. But Adam wants to exist. He doesn't want to get bored too quick, and can't comprehend accepting being anonymous. He wants something, for him, a proof he once existed.
And something new (here since a couple decades already) starts to tickle his attention: photography.
Hi! This is a new AU I'm developing. There is more to the story, but I'm not giving everything away at once 🤫 I've watched Sinners last month and well. I have been obssessed.
I've always liked vampires stories, but I have never write one that truly compelled me, and here it is : bored vampire. Pathetic vampire. When eternal life makes everything die too quickly. I like pathetic characters, failed characters, scared characters, and I put a lot of myself in it. Promise, it is not sad, the way I see it. It is just how life goes 🙏
"A god wronged you so greatly that you began to target those he blessed in revenge. And strangely enough, all those he blessed happened to be kings. Years later, you became known as the 'Kingslayer'. Now, that god's blessing is no different from a curse."
I have made a DnD NSFW zine for Ycon in France, 40p+ comic about Azarias/Tyresias and his bestie Dion. There are two parts, one about their years studying magic together, the other 20 years later and they fight in jail. There is drama, tears, blood, love, and very angry sex. I am not beating the furry allegations 🗡️
Part 1 (22p) is already up on Patreon!
Happy holidays, everyone ✨
2023 was such a special year, I can't wait to see what 2024 has in stock.
See you soon!
the gayness has followed me to my alt pinterest account that was meant to fool my family
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@stvksn on ig
i hope your god has asked you for mercy and i hope you've refused to forgive him
is so insanely powerful. that's gonna be seared in my brain for a long time. fuck.
Now I can finally say that The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka changed me as a person.
my love, personified.
there's a girl named lucy. she's the only pure thing to exist in this spiteful world,
with eyes of innocent honey and sweet freckles scattered across her heart-shaped face.
she seems to be the only thing in this ghastly world to ever belong to me.
if i don't have anything at all, i know i have her. she's a shooting star, flying high across the bleak night sky, for everyone to wish upon at dusk.
lucy lives under a wistful weeping willow tree, her back always pressed gracefully into its trunk. the willow's roots are tangled with her legs, and she's simply braiding its leaves together.
she's only ever felt peace, lucy's held together with it. her blood runs smooth and her bones never crack, tranquility keeps her bright-eyed and strong.
if i don't have anything at all, i know i have lucy. she's a serene whisper in a quiet forest. her harmony wisps through the greenery and every living being is as calm as can be.
she breathes only in my brain. lucy doesn't really exist at all, but she loves me more than anything. she shines down on every simple thing i've ever loved, she still lingers in everything she's ever touched.
i don't have anything at all, but my love, that runs tried and true through every vein in my brittle body.
Cemetery Immortelle Of The Smoking Ancient Loverboy
Each night I brush my teeth with careful precision, circular repetitive movements scraping away
that tobacco taste so ever present.
I'm trying
to wash myself away.
I want to taste sweet and minty;
I want to be
digestible.
A new stranger in a new bed in a new city
with a million new ways to die
and be reborn:
Mother,
I can feel my ashes
recollecting carefully each morning
into who I am.
A phoenix with a revel for self loathing.
Reincarnated beautiful hyacinthus
aching and aching
in that neck that bled the night before.
Poetry, chapbook, 32 pages, from Bottlecap Features. These Days represents the songwriting of Elizabeth Levett Fortier for the San Francisco
From Elizabeth Levett Fortier's chapbook, These Days - Lyrics 2018-2023, available from Bottlecap Press!
Hey, guess what?
I JUST WROTE AN ENTIRE BOOK
My first draft is done. I know I still have to make edits and go through to cut things and all that. But I. Just wrote. A BOOK.
had a dream last night where i transformed into a baby & got to play with & cuddle & love my mom & dad & they were young again & everything was OK & i woke up crying & im absolutely ruined & nothing will ever be ok ever again