The Faggot Pentagram

I made this as a meme/explanation for a writer's chat on bluesky but it's unironically a great tool to explain how my blorbos rotate around each other. The color-coded lines represent the primary emotional need met by the other partner. It's overly...

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Catching Cinders Ch. 01: Settling In

“Ungh, wait, that's gonna be too tight!” “Stop whining, Kiddo. It'll fit just fine!” “Yeah, it just needs a push! We'll do the grunt work- all ya gotta do is guide it in!” “al_-_ **huff** _-_alright, dad. on three?” **“** _ **one… two…** _ _ **-**...

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Catching Cinders Ch. 10: Spectacular Launch

catching cinders ch. 10: spectacular launch this is a reminder to tip your favorite erotic artist, writer, or sex worker.

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Catching Cinders Ch. 09: Biting the Bullet

catching cinders ch. 09: biting the bullet dawn of second trimester: 27 weeks remain * * * **…week fourteen…** tyson anxiously checked the living room clock, his anxiety unalleviated by the spicy aroma drifting from the kitchen.

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Catching Cinders Ch. 12: Warmer in the Winter

catching cinders ch. 12: warmer in the winter y'know if i was smarter about planning weekly uploads i could've posted this on actual christmas. i'm a writer i have never claimed i could count good.

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Catching Cinders Ch. 03: Knowing the Odds

_ elan opened his mouth, but bit his lip so his reeling brain could catch up. “are the lab results back, doctor? no one’s really told me anything except ‘hold still so i can stab you better.’” “yes, actually. i have good news on that front!

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Catching Cinders Ch. 14: Smooth Sailing

catching cinders ch. 14: smooth sailing dawn of final trimester: 13 weeks remain also, if i'm reusing bits: this is a reminder to tip your favorite erotic artist, writer, or sex worker.

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Catching Cinders Paralogue 15.5: Sword of Damocles

… **Week Thirty-One…** _...Monday: Elan..._ "Mister Ardor, are you still with us?" Elan startled, mortified. _That was supposed to be a blink._ The lecture hall echoed as stragglers shuffled out the back doors. For all intents and purposes, he and...

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