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Yet Father held it above her—a warning of what failure could bring.
Despite the divinity in her blood and flesh, she was reminded—she could be just a womb, after all. The thick red blood coating her body—hands, stomach, thighs—said as much. It ran down her legs, over the edge of the altar, into a dark red puddle on the stone floor below.
This story leans heavily into gore and horror, delving into the terror of unwanted pregnancy and the willful ignorance of one’s own limitations and biology.
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06 Jun 2026
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Conceiving the Absolute plot was not enough to satisfy Durge's need to create. Gortash begs to differ.
It was a little game of theirs, setting a meeting date and then proceeding to test the ingenuity of his ally against his protective measures.
Yet as always The Dark Urge somehow managed to slip into his office unnoticed. Not till he felt her sharp nails scratching the hair at the back of his neck.
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03 Jun 2026
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Missionary so we can discuss the minutia of death cult office politics.
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In the eyes of the enthralling Lord Azur, each and every person is a toy to be taken apart and examined, then set upon a course of his own choosing.
Percy, a mere gardener boy working in the keep, is unlucky enough to catch his lord's curious gaze– and Azur has the perfect place in mind for Percy to join his collection. There are many good uses for an unmated omega, after all.
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16 May 2026
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Put Your Arm 'Round My Collarbone, and Open the Door by PayloadOfGeckos
Fandoms: Fallen Hero Series - Malin Rydén
06 Apr 2026
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"Raz..."
He's here, waiting in the quiet, sitting on the edge of my bed with his back to me. If this room was real he would be looking towards the window, but the walls are all he gave himself. My jacket— the one I know that I am wearing now, outside of this thought— doesn't do enough to hide that Raz looks fragile. Like the only thing holding him together is the breath he still hasn't taken. He denies fragility, no-matter how many times he's been broken, but I know the truth is that parts of him grew back brittle. I know how I got here.
After everything, there is always an end.