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DC fanfiction EGO DEATH: First piece Xander stared down at the painted symbol on the ground. It was huge and had taken Cassia a good hour to make out, but only because so much of it was filled in with black. "I thought you said you were making a chaos symbol for a ritual or something." It wasn't an intricate work like that he would often see in horror movies or in wiccan shops. "It looks like a compass," he concluded. Cassia, still on her knees and rinsing out the paint brush in the water bucket, smiled brightly up at him. The left half of her face was still covered by the sea-rusted helmet that he still couldn't place the name of but seein

DC fanfiction EGO DEATH: Carver's prelude "That's… very meta," I decided on finally. I pulled away from the shirtless man and was incredibly happy that my resin Red Hood helmet hid my expression. The scars he had been happy to let me poke at were not fake. He had literally had the Superman shield, slashed through, branded onto his chest. He loomed over me, peering through the eyeholes of my helmet. "Very meta." I easily revised my earlier thought of his smile being very in-character to it being very fucking creepy. He was the only Superboy-Prime cosplayer I had ever seen and he was just as batshit crazy as the comic book character.

blue and green parade as white luminescent as boiled bones Caging us now in these cold thinned sheets                    I’d ask you to hold me   Honest I would, but your lips are lined with salt the machines are now quiet Your good friends are waiting in your bed I lay watching “All your wallowing is unbecoming” It’s getting pathetic & I’m almost done                                        you’re dying here I’ll see the ending with a smile                    None of my smiles have ever been any happy You forget how              I chose not to learn  I’m perfect       with all this  

Had I breath I’d laugh hysterically fitfully So proud was I, The Loser—no King me It’s hilarious Bruises somehow forming from the beating on my chest covering every inch of my throat               I can feel it Back against the tiles sweat dripping off my trembling body Blood only from my nose I know I was the ruler Everything within my grasp All of This The drumming, the screeching of a Life a wonderful sensation Feeling it all Being Ending pulse worn within feeding off and feeding me For once, with a hearty handshake Mutual symbiosis turned to suicide for the World and I Was happy

Behold this city turned corpse for inspiration A forum held no praise true We slap Aesop But keep his words beneath our trees Caged by columns, giddy placing scalpels to each others’ veins if we bleed out Success discomfort for the crowds edge as it drains Unless they hurt you Heed Bias keep alone save pen and paper A pretty time hiding in organs For research When in company Flirt with Sappho Beg Melpomene to favor you And never forget to Ignore and detach from all the blooming flowers outside the city