batman gothique by hamletmachine

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batman gothique by hamletmachine

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Punk's Not Dead by stereobone
Modern AU. One shot. Punk Eruri. It's 1983. Levi and Erwin go to concerts, protests, have sex and talk about the future.
I love this AU. I can see them as young men, angry, living in the moment and fighting for what's right.
Art by HamletMachine.
myy OC Étoile and my friend Hamlet's lucky jester do a clowny little dance~
Starfighter by HamletMachine
Starfighter is a free-to-read, queer, dark, sci-fi sex drama about two soldiers who are assigned together on a mission in hostile alien space.
START READING: ch 1
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do ya all see the vision?
“I am Ophelia. The one the river didn't keep. The woman at the gallows The woman with sliced arteries The woman with the overdose SNOW ON HER LIPS The woman with her head in the gas oven. Yesterday I stopped killing myself. I am alone with my breasts my thighs my womb. I smash the instruments of my imprisonment the chair the table the bed. I destroy the battlefield that was my home. I rip open the doors so the wind can come in and the cries of the world. I smash the window. With my bloody hands I tear the photographs of the men I loved who used me on the bed on the table on the chair on the floor. I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I unearth the clock that was my heart from my breast. I go onto the street dressed in my blood.”
fragment from Heiner Müller’s play “hamletmachine” (1977)