wormsin
queer trans erotic horror. writing, illustrations.
go to the darkness and beg her to fucking rail you
"She needs to be like the driftwood: abraded by salt and sand, stripped down to a core that cannot be tracked back home. That only belongs to the beach now. Half decayed, half preserved. She needs the water to change her."A trans girl summons her void goddess to fuck her up because she's depressed.Horror 🩸🩸🩸
Heat 🩸🩸
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the poet - novella
"Eddie, Eddie. Easy, sleazy. A Grade A Slut, but never a classy one. Watch him dally, and dance badly, and suck behind the dumpster. On brittle legs. Cruising. Texting. Posting lewd photos and poems for a dime. Anyone can have him, or keep him for a time, but who wants to keep him for good?"Eddie Vile—addict, porno poet, cripple—is having the last affair of his life with Michael, a cis metalhead with a thing for mummification. The sex is so good he might be in love. It's not a bender, Eddie swears, he's just got to keep distracting himself from what haunts him, even if it means giving himself over to the care of someone he barely knows.Chapters in progress only available to patrons.
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