Coming June 28th!

Content warnings

  • Thanatophilia (fascination with Death/death related things)

  • necrophilia (sexual attraction to dead bodies

  • somnophilia (arousal from someone in an unconscious state

  • non -con

  • dub-con

  • abduction

  • blood play/drinking/period play

  • desecration of corpses (kinda)

  • taboo relations-blood

  • clowns

  • death o loved ones (terminal illness, murder, od)

  • child abuse/neglect

  • no discussion of limits/ no safe words(this is meant to be somewhat toxic

  • violence between mc’s (they like it)

  • torture

Tropes

  • Masked rockstars

  • found family

  • serial unalivers

  • harley & joker vibes

  • circus themes

  • interracial

  • neurodivergent fmc

  • why choose/polyamory

Harlem

Who’s crazy enough to taunt the devil in his lair? Me, of course! The Jester was his namesake, a fool. he was impulsive, reckless, and lacked finesse. if i’m going to share the headlines, then i need better company. i think he needs a lesson or two in the art of killing. so how do i coax the devil to come out and play? i make sure the dead can talk. they say dead men tell no tales, but they do. if you know what you’re looking for. a little premonition doesn’t hurt either.

he thinks he’s stalking me, but HE’S my prey. real monsters don’t chase, they lie back and wait.

draven

while I like to live dangerously and mark my kills, i never expected anything to be traced back to me. SO, when the cops come sniffing around, i was intent on FINDING out HOW THEY found me. all the evidence points back to her. a tiny little thing with a wicked smile and something sinister lurking in those big, chocolate eyes. somehow, she has figured out the man behind the mask, or she thinks she has. i was capitivated. we all were. she might be just as crazy as us, and i fucking love it.

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