Category Archives: Mature

Underbelly, Issue #2 (Autumn 2018)

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The second issue of Underbelly — a splatterpunk/horror fiction zine — was released today! It’s available right now, for free, as a PDF, and other formats (including physical) will be available soon.

You can read it here, but mind the genre. Content warnings apply — I haven’t read it, yet, but you can safely assume all manner of blood, sex, murder, and more.

Why am I talking about this here? Because I was hired to make the cover! That’s my art! That’s my terrifying penis monster! It was I, who decided that combining cyan and fuchsia was a good idea!

I’ll close this post by putting the cover under a cut, but go read the issue if it sounds like your cup of tea. I have it on good authority that the content is quality, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.

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Black and White and Red All Over

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Content warnings: Torture, blood, sadomasochism, graphic violence, sexual themes, dubcon.

 

BLACK AND WHITE AND RED ALL OVER
or:
NARCISSUS BECOMES THE MARIGOLD
or:
PUPPY-LOVE AND DOG-EAT-DOG
or:
ZEBRA’S MANY MISTAKES, THEIR COSTS, AND THE PAYMENTS THEREOF
or:
HOW I STOPPED WORRYING AND LEARNED TO LOVE THE KNIFE
 
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There was something about Hyde that kept him on Zebra’s mind well after the whole body-swap nightmare was cleared up. Something about the way Hyde looked at him when Zebra asked after his business, something that said Hyde was a man who would fight back.

Zebra did like it when they fought back.

For weeks, he found himself in idle thought, thinking about doing pleasantly unpleasant things to the questionably British man. He had never thought about anybody for weeks, before. He had always been far too fickle for that.

But a month passed, and then two, and he was still thinking about Hyde. There was something about him, yes. Something about the way he carried himself, about the way he dressed, about his pale skin and long hair and serious, yet quietly amused demeanour. About the suspicious package he’d come into and left the shop with.

They were kindred spirits, Zebra knew. They belonged together. Together, until one of them destroyed the other.
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