#out of drawing specifically insane porno

[camgirlkaminari]

twitter freaking out abt the bowuigi moment in the trailer is making me insane like. 1) WHAT are you guys FUCKING talking about, but also 2) do I have to start posting my Bowser/Luigi erotica more publicly for the good of the people

[juniperhillpatient]

ok I accidentally clicked a rage bait video & got sooo mad & now I have stuff to say. gamers who can’t handle controversial or taboo subject matter (first of all you’re weak) who insist on playing & discussing the coffin of andy & leyley anyway are annoying for numerous reasons but I think a specific thing that really just… grinds my gears the wrong way is the argument that the game exists “for shock value.”

well. first of all. I have to introduce you to this insane mind blowing concept in the world of horror where it’s occasionally meant to shock & horrify the viewer. I know. I know. take a second. take it in. it’s a lot.

but also. DUH a game with genuinely horrifying content is playing on that in its marketing??? obviously? sorry you’ve never seen horror marketed before ever I guess.

but it’s also so deeply unfair to one of the most compelling & well written games I’ve ever seen to just… Idk. reduce it to shock content?

when I first introduced myself to the game it was because of the incest & cannibalism. yeah. Im not ashamed or fake enough to not admit that obvious truth lol. I’m sorry that’s kinda it’s whole gimmick / marketing ploy let’s not like. pretend that’s not the main stuff that draws people in. but the actual amount of time we spend on those topics??? outside of subtext??? it’s minimal.

you have to make very specific choices to even see the demonic vision of the siblings fucking because it’s horrifying to Andrew & Ashley’s response that “maybe this is a way to keep him around…” Is like. Deeply depressing & telling of her mental state.

this is not like. a soulless porno game that just does this stuff out of nowhere? not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’m not shitting on porn. I for real genuinely don’t see a problem with people enjoying fucked up porn if they want to that’s just…. genuinely & actually not what this complex horror story game is & it sucks that it tends to get reduced to that?

I just find it so insulting to the incredibly talented writers of this crazy fucked up & nuanced story about abuse, codependency, & choices none of us ever wanted to make to reduce it JUST shock value schlock.

and this is NOT an insult to shippers. I’m a shipper. it’s just me saying it’s so unfair & stupid to hate on this game like it’s some kind of random shock value generator & not a smart piece of creative fiction when you’re clearly just not mature enough to handle the dark themes idk. this is literally all a reaction to annoying YouTubers don’t worry it’s no one I’ve seen on here lol ok anyway bye

[domesticsns]

The Tape

Naruto was cleaning out the storage unit and found a box with Sasuke’s belongings back when they living adjacent to one another in an student apartment complex. So he opened the box and saw some old note books and criminology books and a DVD with the words Sasuke’s first.... The rest of the words were smudged away and he couldn’t read what was written there. So he took the DVD in the apartment and he was searching for the dvd player he could plug in with his laptop and watch what was on there. 

Unlocky for him, Sasuke go home and asked what he was doing and saw the DVD on the dining table and before Naruto could even get to it Sasuke grabbed it and snapped it in two and asked where the hell he got the DVD and Naruto was surprised because Sasuke seemed legit pissed at it and didn’t want to talk about it. Naruto asked what was on the DVD and he thought there were no secrets on the DVD. 

Sasuke angrily told him to drop it and Naruto was getting curious about what was on the tape. So the next day he talked to his friends Kiba and Lee about it and Kiba suggested it must be a porn movie. Sasuke must have starred in one how else was he affording an apartment by himself in university. 

Naruto said it couldn’t be porn movie he starred in and when asked how he was so sure. Naruto told them Sasuke’s uncle owned the building and offered the apartment for free to Sasuke and he was working as a beat cop part time for money as he got his Criminology degree. 

Kiba asked in the past decade they were together, did he ever meet said uncle? 

Naruto remained quiet...And narrowed his eyes thinking deeply if he remembered meeting the uncle and that Kiba had a point. But then he said he was super sure Sasuke never starred in a porn movie and he whispered with it because he was Sasuke’s first time.

“Or was it?” Lee asked, because he recalled when Naruto was over at Sasuke’s and Lee and Kiba was walking past their door he had the porno sex noises pretty well down. 

Naruto blushed at this, whispering that was all him and that he can’t really get Sasuke to not suppress his moans even today. He only ever got him to get loud ones and that was because they were in a cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere and even then it took a lot of persuading...worth it though. 

“But that explains it!” Kiba insisted, “he must have done straight porn! Do you ever here guys moan in straight porn? No they are quiet, like Sasuke.” 

Naruto tried to the change the topic because they were spirilling and thus Naruto resulted in him going to talk to Sasuke about the DVD. So when he said he had thought it over and he found it odd how Sasuke reacted and threw out the porn movie suggestion as a joke, but Sasuke looked him straight in the eyes and said “Yes, it is a porn movie.” 

and Naruto looked shocked because everything he knew about Sasuke was a lie! So there was some arguing and screaming, but Sasuke is such a good lair. Naruto wasn’t sure what part he was lying about or if this was all the truth. According to Sasuke, it was a porn and yes Naruto was still his first time because the movie was a mastrubating one and that is how he paid rent. And Naruto was angry, not perse about the porn...more that he never told him and it seemed everything was to lie, he had no idea what to believe. 

After a while the argument calmed down, but the tension was still there. 

A few days passed when Naruto was baby sitting his niece and Itachi got home and thanked him for last minute baby sitting and how he appreciated it. Naruto said it was no biggie and they were family after all. So they were having some tea and talking and Naruto mentioned some of the problems he faced with Sasuke and he did not know what to believe anymore because right now it felt like the foundation, the first couple of bricks of thrust they had put down as a early couple, was crumbling. Although he did not mention the porn movie because for all he knew...Itachi did not know. 

Itachi gave him a piece of advise when it comes down to Sasuke’s insane talent for lying. Is that his first instinct is to never lie. So whatever he had told him in the beginning was probably the truth and whatever he might have come up with now was probably the lie to cover up something emotional. Naruto frowned at this and asked if Itachi knew the uncle that had offered Sasuke the apartment for free and Itachi nodded and mentioned how his sudden death was a tragedy. 

“He died?!” Naruto asked amazed. 

“Yeah why do you think you never got to meet him?” Itachi looked confused. So Naruto mentioned the DVD he found in Sasuke’s belonging and to his great surprise Itachi seemed to recall a DVD and said he had a copy. He wasn’t very specific about what was on there, but he said it was his absolute favourite and he was going to grab it. Naruto was a little freaked out at first because....He knew Itachi and Sasuke were close, but close enough for Itachi to be proud of a porn his little brother made was creepy as fuck. So Itachi put the DVD in the DVD player, starting it and Naruto was just looking at his niece who was still in the room colouring in a line art drawing Naruto made him and Naruto felt very uncomfortable until the movie started playing and he saw a five years old Sasuke in a ballet dance room in a little light blue uniform and little white ballet shoes, stretching and smiling as he looked at the camera and asked what his mother was doing and then Mikoto came into the shot in her ballet uniform which was a bigger version of Sasuke’s and they were practicing the basic moves and Sasuke looked like a little copy of his mother, trying to do everything as well as she was and she was helping Sasuke and they were laughing and they looked so beautiful and adorable. They seemed to have such a good bond together. 

Naori asked if the kid on the TV was uncle Sasuke and Itachi nodded. 

“He probably doesn’t want to look back at this for obvious reasons. Mother was a professional ballet dancer and instructor and they were very close before her mental health went down. It is probably still painful to watch for him.. ” Itachi sighed. “Sasuke’s first ballet lesson...” he quoted the words on the DVD. 

Naruto excused himself as he rushed home where he saw Sasuke reading a book and he just hugged him and kissed his forehead before apologizing for the stupid fight they were having. Sasuke was confused for a second before figure out Itachi must have showed him his copy of the DVD and Naruto nodded and apologized again. Sasuke said it was his fault too for not being upfront about the DVD instead of just angry. He just doesn’t like getting in the emotional stuff. 

Naruto let go of him and smirked, raising an eyebrow before saying, “So..Ballet hu? Would you ever put up a show for me?” 

“How far my legs can bend is already the show you got.”

“I did always wonder how you managed to bend your legs over your head.” 

“Oh no that from the sexy yoga class I take with Izumi every thursday morning.” 

“YOU DO SEXY YOGA?! AND I DON’T KNOW ABOUT IT!?” 

“I told you! We’ve been going ever since Naori was born, then we kinda stopped going for a while and then started for like two weeks and the stopped and now we have been going for two months.” 

“We don’t communicate well.”  Naruto notes

“This is not about my lack of informing, it is your inability to listen!” 

“I do listen!” 

“Then it’s your inability to store to the information.” 

and another argument broke out. 

[ckcker]

The Hookworm Relaxes

The porn is focused on the assorted lives of a group of bears, the company’s watermark in the corner mentions what to expect.  Within the first 15 seconds, there are no characters introduced.  Interiors of a small house — white-walled, wood floors — advance forward — the watermark stays in the corner.  Between the interior walls and the watermark, the eyes of a viewer can decide which image they want to precede hotness.  But bursting through this crisis of pre-lubricating the mundane, the camera eye is thoroughly filled: on a newly photographed wall, a framed linoleum print, possibly Nordic in influence and without doubt a vista poached from the lives of trolls.  Giant pines in a forest clearing landscape, likely late spring, with grass packed in and thriving and some variety of marsh tit pocking the context — warped imagery easily found in any fairy tale.  As the handheld camera slowly pans to the left of the forest print, and the forest print in far right now holds only a quarter of the frame, it enters a period of its lowest section being covered by the semi-transparent watermark. But then, through a doorway suddenly revealed to be adjacent to the print, a man appears, leaning far back in the room.  He looks out as if waiting for something.  The camera cuts and shows him shoulders up.  This means the landscape will never be shown again.  

There is a corner of the room where the ceiling and floor meet, it has a charming assemblage of dust bunnies in it, which for example appear to have more control over the tone of the room’s corner, because the room is lit from below by a desk lamp, resulting in the cast of dust bunny shadows over the most marketable section of its surface area.  The core of this unimportant pocket hinges on the basic human indifference necessary in the pyrotechnic spectacle of dust becoming sculpture.  The backsplash in the kitchen continues to not draw attention to itself.  The room is a porn, and backsplash only has 1 min 42 sec of screen time anyway.  I have zoomed into the corner of the room to find a treasure.  Dust watches as a person makes a far too enthusiastic sound in response to an uninspired touch.  Backsplash remains insanely off screen.  It is sad or transcendent music that sometimes makes the otherwise poorly curated passage of screen time matter.  Force me to feel when, over days and weeks between, no one else will, and I will stick around.  Did the editor know the synth music in this porn is sad, spritzed with Vangelis, overwhelming the camerawork with its repetitive simplicity, that excavates in yearning?  Trine me bitch and swell with me in the arcana of this pathetic porno reportage.  One imagines that, through the broken flap of a moldy Venetian blind, a huge oak, whose trunk has been dressed with a stuck out tongue and two Eyes-of-a-Dumbass in the spirit of pure unadulterated fun, uses its cartoon-amplified features to peek into the room and watch.  Under the weather of trauma, one imagines all sorts of unfiltered pangs to fill up their thoughts.

It’s the song that disembowels, too delicate and desperate in the same brain. It feels like the glint of light off some brand new weapon tested for the first time, caught by the eye as an instinct, that the eye noticed under the command of self-protection.  The song fills up with belches and whiffs of unpausable cement that never land or harden, yet momentarily take the form of various persons with which one has shared bloats of history.  And those ghost-forms also a result of some unkind instinct to propel yourself into something dramatic; to create for yourself a scenario in which drama can be entered like data.  To view the grimy husk of a form and declare you see in it not only a collection of faces but the exact view of some unreconciled and emotionally chiseled interaction with one specific face.  The song makes you feel left alone with it.  The fungus of pareidolia leads you on, and you continue to listen to the song, it is relatively long, nearly 8 minutes.  There is an attempt to jerk away, which never happens, or the threat to distantly rationalize the whole thing, to fake-put it in perspective, or to watch at least 12 minutes of a makeover-themed reality TV show with a light tone.  Maybe you do turn the song off, because if you dislike the transition into crying then you never reach the catharsis part, and you sit with the face too long, and the face feels like masking tape covering a webcam that has dried out and finally fallen off, and now you are in absolute danger of being visible and of being watched.