by spicy-wrenegade and Devin Ambrosia Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki. Vampires are real and hosting orgies for bleeding bodies? by ThrustyRusty 29NB Slut Weird hot shit has transpired, y’all. (Even more so than usual for us.) Without further ado, this weekend I found this: OK, so first of all, I want […]
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23
Aug
Run
written and illustrated by spicy-wrenegade El felt the wind on her back as she ran, strong legs carrying her across the prairie, a tawny blur in the shrubland. Something caught around her ankle and suddenly she was yanked back, her small body hitting the ground hard. Heavy footsteps made the earth tremble underneath her as […]
23
Aug
Giddyup
written by Devin Ambrosia and illustrated by spicy-wrenegade read the artist’s notes for this piece Love7
28
Jun
Fine Wine
by spicy-wrenegade illustrated by Yellow Wagtail Adélie was kneeling on the warm earth, tending the vineyard, when slender arms wrapped around her shoulders. Red curls blurred her vision, and the scent of honey filled her lungs. “You are still working?” a bright voice asked with just a hint of reproach. Adélie looked up into the […]
28
Jun
Lakeshore Delights
by Rey Rider illustrated by spicy-wrenagade The first cherry Patrick picks, he plops into his mouth. The skin bursts and reveals soft, juicy flesh, the perfect balance between sweet and ever-so-slightly sour. This has become a ritual: The first and last fruits Patrick finds go straight into his stomach, the rest get neatly organized in […]
28
Jun
I shelter you with my branches. I taste my fruit on your tongue.
by Devin Ambrosia illustrated by Spicy-Wrenegade, igbyi, & Devin Ambrosia I need to tell you this story, before it’s too late. But already I’m rushing, when what I really want is tree time, a slow yearning, an unfurling of rage and desire, because we both had plenty of each until it blossomed into love. Time […]
26
Apr
Amber Waves
written and illustrated by spicy-wrenegade Amber appears out of nowhere, like she always does. Like she manifests from the wheat fields, a pale ghost in the sweltering midsummer heat. It had been longer than usual since Lex saw her last. Now she stands on the gravel road, hovering just outside the crowd like she always […]
