#the raw shark texts

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The Raw Shark Texts (Steven Hall) "Eric Sanderson wakes up with no memory of who he is or any past experiences. He is told by a psychologist that he has a dissociative condition known as fugue but a trail of written clues purporting to be from his pre-amnesiac self describe a more fantastic and sinister explanation for his lack of memories. According to these, he has activated a conceptual shark called a Ludovician which "feeds on human memories and the intrinsic sense of self" and is relentlessly pursuing him and will eventually erase his personality completely.

Also at one point there's about 30 pages of an ASCII shark moving towards the reader. Could easily be interpreted as the Ludovician actually approaching the reader in a Leitner-ized version. (Spoilers under the cut)"

The Helmet of Horror (Victor Pelevin) "Eight people find themselves in eight different rooms with a labyrinth behind them and a computer in front of them. They try to communicate via the computer that allows them to chat with one another, but has nicknames set for them(IsoldA, UGLI 666, Ariane…) and blocks their personal information. They(and us) can't know if they are lying. When two of them try to see each other by visiting a spot in the labyrinths that should be the same they each then recount a completely different experience and accuse each other of lying. Another character claims they all must be figments of his imagination, he must be very drunk. And they're all afraid of the minotaur. It is a book where no one, even the reader knows what's real, everyone is afraid of what might appear if they turn a corner and no one knows what's going on."

[SPOILERS] "When the Ludovician attacks Eric, he decides to go in search of a doctor named Trey Fidorous, identified by the letters from his previous self, in the hope he may be able to help to explain what happened to him and how to defeat the shark. Eric travels through Britain in search of clues and is contacted by a mysterious figure called Mr. Nobody, who is part of a megalomaniac network intelligence called Mycroft Ward. Mr. Nobody attempts to subdue and control Eric but Eric manages to escape with the help of an associate of Fidorous named Scout. Scout takes Eric to meet Fidorous, travelling through un-space (an underground network of empty warehouses and unused cellars). They begin a romantic relationship during the journey but Eric feels betrayed when he discovers that Scout has brought him to Fidorous to use him as bait for the shark in the hope of destroying Ward.

With their help Fidorous builds a conceptual shark-hunting boat and they sail out on a conceptual ocean. After a battle with the shark they throw a laptop hooked up to the Mycroft Ward database into its mouth, destroying both Ward and the shark. Eric and Scout remain in the conceptual universe while Eric's dead body is discovered back in the real world."

[bucklikethedollar]

boy oh boy do i have some life ruining books to recommend!!

i’ll start off with the most “normal” one: Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. the story follows joe, an extremely relatable american everyman, after he gets blown up my a bomb in world war one. the explosion leaves him severely disfigured, resulting in him losing both legs, both arms, both eyes, his nose, ears, and his entire mouth. the whole book takes place in joe’s mind as he reflects upon what possible future he might have, his struggle to communicate with the doctors and nurses around him, and his profound rage at the american military. letting you know right now, this book is not for the faint of heart, it’s visceral and angry and touches something primal inside you like very few other books. expect to take breaks.

next up is Tender is the Flesh by Augustina Bazterrica. following a devastating worldwide pandemic, all animal meat is now extremely deadly to humans. instead of people becoming unanimously vegan, though, governments across the world decide to selectively breed and slaughter human livestock. the protagonist, marcos, is a high-ranking employee in one of these slaughterhouses who must grapple with his function in this gruesome new society when he falls in love with a piece of “livestock” he is gifted. if you have a weak stomach, skip this one. this book gives you detailed tours through human slaughterhouse, human breeding facilities, and human tanneries. this book is gruesome and exhausting and one of the best things i’ve read in recent memory.

ok, we’re done with the gross ones, i promise. next is The Grip of It by Jac Jemc. going into this, you’ll think it’s a standard haunted house story. it’s not. young couple julie and james have just moved into a small town to hopefully get james away from his gambling problem, but find that their house is… odd. there are countless hidden rooms, stories of children dying decades before, things going bump in the night, eerie drawings on the walls, an elderly neighbor always watching them, and bruises covering julie’s body. every turn of a page will leave you wondering what the truth is, who you can trust, and what is really going on in that house.

now we’re getting into the really weird territory with The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall. eric has amnesia. he awakes in a house that is… probably his. he finds letters from himself explaining his situation, meets with a therapist he’s apparently been seeing for years, and dreams about his dead fiancée. some of the letters he finds are… dangerous, though. literally. just by having read the text on the page, eric is in extreme peril, and now that you’ve read it, you are too. eric has to travel across the uk, outrun conceptual sharks, and drink paper, and it’s one of my all-time favorite books. this story is about a lot of things. grief, memory, the power of the written word, what it really means to be a person, to be alive. just writing this summary makes me want to read it again, i really can’t recommend it enough.

lastly, we have by far the weirdest item on this list, and also my favorite book ever: House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski. depending on what internet circles you’re in, you might’ve heard about this book already, but i’m gonna infodump about it anyway. this book is about zampanò, a blind old man who— i mean, this book is about will navidson, a documentarian who moves into a— no, this book is about johnny truant, a tattoo artist who compiles zampanò’s essays about— ugh. okay, let’s start over. the navidson record is not real. it is a documentary that does not exist, even in the universe of the book. even so, the late zampanò has written an extensive essay about this nonexistent documentary, which young tattoo artist johnny truant now feels compelled to compile and share with us. zampanò’s essay tells us that the navidson record is the story of will navidson and his family after they move into a house that is 1/4 of an inch bigger on the inside. well, that’s an oversimplification. it also has a single hallway that takes 5 1/2 minutes to traverse, a seemingly infinite and ever-changing labyrinth both underneath and within the house, and… something that lives in that impossible space. in case you can’t tell, this book is hard to describe. it, and the raw shark texts, are what’s called ergodic literature, meaning they use the literal text itself as a function of the narrative. in house of leaves, you’ll see pages with the text upside down, the word “house” is always printed in blue ink, some pages are diagonal, some have only a few words on them, there’s a page that’s just a few bars of sheet music. similarly to the raw shark texts, this book makes you a part of the story just because you’ve read it. this story spans multiple appendices, a collection of letters from johnny truant’s mother, and a companion album by the author’s sister, and is one of the most amazing pieces of art i’ve ever encountered. it’s by no means a light read, a complete full-color edition will come at about 750 pages, but every single one of them will grab you by the throat and not let go until you’re looking over your shoulder for minotaurs and wondering if your house has the same dimensions as it did yesterday. read this book.

that’s my main list, but here are a few honorable mentions:

The Last Wolf/Herman by Laszlo Krasznahorkai, Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke And Other Misfortunes by Eric LaRocca, and The Boxman by Kobo Abe

happy reading!!

what is the best book you’ve ever read in ur entire life i need a book that will completely ruin my life hello please

[sharkgirldick]

Y'know, it's been quite a while. I really want to have raw sex again.

[tropicalscream]

tell us about these raw shark tapes 👀🤔🧐🤨

Raw Shark Texts is an example of Ergodic fiction.

meaning basically fiction which exists in such a complex relationship with its medium that it takes nontrivial effort just to consume.

It's not House of Leaves level but it def also aint just a simple story. (It does do a similar thing that HoL does irt shaping the text)

The premise is a man wakes up in his house with amnesia, to his discovery this is not the first time this has happeneds but infact a repeat event.

The basic plot is him trying to figure why he lost them in the first place.

Things then start to get odd from there.

I dont wanna spoil it as its a very nice mystey

[bonusquestion]

The raw shark text

The idea of conceptual fish that live in human connections is so cool. But i wish we got to see more of the fish, i think at most we see 3, the shark, krill, and the leeches. I was not a fan of the romance of scout and Eric, it felt out of left field. I really did not like it when he compared her to his dead girlfriend, and thought that she was her. The idea of Mycroft Ward is so creative and I love the references to other stories. There are negatives of each chapter and I will look into them to see if they are interesting to read and probably are, I hope there are more conceptual fish. The raw shark text does not play with formatting as much as other books I have read have and honestly in the ranking it is second to last but that does not mean that it is one of the worst i don't even rank books i don't like. It uses odd formatting to show ideas that are hard to understand, the way that standed out to me was the explanation of the lightbulb. It was less that it added to the story more like he could not explain the idea of the encryption in just words. The shark was used in a very interesting way showing us what it looks like to Eric, made of words and his thoughts that it has eaten. I will probably only be posting about comics and podcasts as i read XX feels like house of leaves

[thebeigeoverlord]

I am such a sucker for text formatting being significant in stories/media i eat that Homestuck/SCP/House of Leaves shit for breakfast

[daydreams-after-dark]

Submission

You're billionaire Lee Minho's "plaything", but tonight the tables have turned and he let's you dom him.

Approx word count: 3.4k

WARNINGS: 18+ adult fanfic: NSFW // contains depictions of explicit sexual content // unsafe vagina sex // use of sex toys // light bandage // vaginal fingering // explicit language // nudity // light dom/sub // plaything kink // implied orgasm and ejaculation.

a/n: This story was originally posted on my main blog @moonlightndaydreams but I'm in the process of moving some of them over here that fit the 'after dark' vibe.

“Nu uh, Lee Minho. Don’t even think about fighting back. Tonight you are my plaything.” You pushed Minho to sit on the edge of the bed in the run down, seedy hotel room.

The man growled angrily. He hated being in this position. He was born a dom. He ALWAYS dommed. He gave the orders. He was in control.

“This is what you wanted, remember?” You spat into his ear and tugged at his sandy brown hair, pulling his head back hard to reveal his long, slender neck. Fuck, you loved seeing his neck exposed like that. The glow from the neon signs outside the window casting a glow against his skin that changed from blue to red to green.

You bit your lip and climbed onto his lap, and licked along the vein in his neck, tracing it up to his jaw, and then yanked his head back down so you could smash your mouth on his.

Minho met you with the same aggression and gripped your hips, digging his fingers in so hard you yelped.

“So you are going to be bad are you? Hmm?” you said, staring into his dark eyes.

You felt so alive and in control tonight. Normally you were the sub in this… arrangement? Yes, arrangement was the best way to describe this dynamic. You couldn’t call it a relationship because it was only about sex, and the rules were clear. You were billionaire Lee Minho’s “Plaything” for him to do as he pleased. It usually involved him taking care of you first, prepping you, getting you ready for what he had in store, then going absolutely feral on you. He had the perfect balance of tenderness and coldness and you were absolutely addicted.

You knew it was a dangerous game, for your heart, especially when you learned you were the only one. Minho was exclusive with you, and sometimes you wondered what that meant. There were nights you would lay awake and your mind would entertain the forbidden possibility of an actual relationship. You’d berated yourself for it, and reminded yourself of the reality of what this really was. Fucking. Secretly. You were his toy for him to fuck and use. And when he was ready, he was going to toss you aside like garbage.

But there was no way you could break this arrangement off. The sex was too exciting and too good. Minho knew what your body craved, what it could take, and he played with the edges of your limits. It was erotic, delicious, raw and sensual all at once.

But tonight Minho was your “plaything”. Your fuck toy to tease. Taunt. Use.

You were so excited when Minho texted you to meet at the hotel room tonight. You were especially excited when he said he wanted you in your leather corset and stockings “No panties” he’d instructed. This was the outfit he’d bought you so that you could dom him. You had waited weeks for him to finally give you permission to wear it, and you were going to make the most of it. You weren’t sure when you’d get the chance again.

You and Minho used this room every week. In fact, Minho purchased the room, like one would purchase and apartment.

“Do you like it?” he’d asked you when he showed you the first time in the middle of the day, a big grin on his face.

You had run your eyes over the peeling paint, the dirty carpet and flimsy windows. It was the most fucking seedy, nasty place you had ever been in. The view out the window was of equally rundown buildings, a nightclub, and most likely the offices of loan sharks.

It was foul. But it was perfect for what Minho had planned for you both. Even tonight, the ingrained pungent smell of cigarettes still permeated your nostrils, but you didn’t mind. You loved being in this room. Loved feeling dirty.

Minho never attempted to repaint, or make the place comfortable, except for the expensive bed in the middle of the room. The headboard he chose was made for being restrained with vertical wrought iron bars lined up between the end posts.

You planned to tie Minho to it tonight.

“If you’re going to bad, I’ll just stop.” You said bluntly. Minho whined. He never whined. It was usually you.

You slid off of his lap and retreated to the scruffy armchair in the corner of the room. He’d picked that up off the side of the road. Said it would add to the nastiness of the room. It was shit, and torn and smelt like god knows what.

“Strip.” You commanded.

You could see Minho was fighting an internal battle. His face contorted, his mouth pressed in a firm line. He wanted to argue, deny, fight back against you. But he also knew that he wouldn’t get to feel your mouth or pussy around his cock if he misbehaved.

You wondered if he was regretting agreeing to this.

But you were sure he’d be reminding himself of the bigger picture. He just needed to get through this first part. Humour you. Then he’d be able to get his chance to turn the tables and fucking tear up your pussy. You knew this too. It was a game, and in the end Minho will win.

You crossed your legs. You were wet, your bare pussy pressed against the worn out fabric, and you knew that you would be adding to the unidentifiable stains on the chair cushion.

“I said strip, Minho.” You repeated sternly.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk before standing up at the foot of the bed.

He glared at you, staring you down thinking it would intimidate you. Sometimes Minho would forget that you had the capability to play games with him.

Slowly his hands reached for the buttons of his shirt, and you licked your lips with anticipation as he discarded the expensive designer garment on the filthy carpet.

You inched your legs apart when his hand went to his belt. Your eyes didn’t leave his as he removed his trousers and boxers. Your mouth hung open in awe as you drank in the sight of a fully naked Lee Minho. A sigh escaped you and you swallowed hard.

He was perfect. Never in your entire life had you seen a man so effortlessly attractive. So perfectly proportioned. So fucking toned. So fucking strong.

You decided you were going to make him wait, torment him somewhat before you allowed him access to your body. You knew that’s what he wanted most in this moment. To devour you.

You threw a leg over each chair arm, exposing yourself to the man you wanted to torture. Minho raised an eyebrow as if to say “you bitch, you’re gonna pay for this”, while he watched your hand slide down between your legs to find your dripping centre and slipping two fingers easily inside yourself.

You moaned, closing your eyes. You knew this would make Minho angry. It turned you on. Your eyes slowly opened and you saw Minho standing there pathetically with his hand around his cock.

“Hands off, Minho.” You removed your glistening fingers and stood up “you know you’re not allowed to touch yourself.” You walked towards him stopping just centimetres in front of him. He could grab you and throw you on the bed if he really wanted to. “Does Minho need to be taught a lesson?” You say shoving your wet fingers into his mouth. “Hands off your dick, put them behind your back.” 

Minho groaned but did as you said. His eyes closed as he licked every last drop from your digits. He was so fucking sexy. You almost wanted him to take control and punish you right then.

“On the bed.” You whispered coldly.

Minho gave you one last long stare, his eyes darkening, a hint of a smirk appearing as he proceeded to look you up and down. He didn’t know you saw a glimmer of excitement in his expression. It made your stomach tighten in the way it did when you thought about Minho as more than a fuck buddy.

Wordlessly, Minho climbed up the bed, laying his head on the pillow. He waited and watched you as you picked up a large briefcase and climbed up to sit beside his legs. You noticed his fat, hard dick was leaking as it rested against his lower abdominals. So tasty, you thought. You pulled out the set of velvet ties that would normally be restraining you and proceeded to straddle Minho. He automatically began to jut his hips up desperately trying to make contact with your pussy, and his hands groped for your tits.

“MINHO!” you growled. “Fucking stop moving, or I’ll leave you here and go find someone else to fuck.”

Minho whined “I just need to feel you, kitten.” He whimpered painfully.

“You’ll feel me when I say you can. If I say you can.” Reminding him who was in control.

Minho grunted, but his protests died down quickly.

“Arms above your head, plaything.” You said, peeling his grip from you and securing it to the bed-frame. “Other hand.” Minho complied and you suddenly found yourself in a position you had never been in before. Minho helpless and bound to the bed.

He started to growl like a caged wild animal when you lifted off him and retreated to sit on the bed between his calves. He yanked at the restraints making the bed shake. His back arched up off the mattress. Sweat began to drip down his brow onto the side of his face, the neon glow hitting the droplets in the most divine way. “Fucking hell, come back.” He demanded. “Just fuck me already.”

Ignoring his protests you reached into the briefcase again. This time to choose your toy. There were two dildos to choose from. The first was obscenely massive. When Minho presented it to you for the first time, you thought he had lost his mind. It was literally twice as thick as Minho himself, and he was extremely well endowed. Your eyes had bulged wide, and it made Minho laugh. “You can take it. I know you can. I promise it’ll feel good”, he’d promised. He seemed to have a kink for seeing how wide he could stretch you. He’d often use it on you, mouth hung open as your pussy slowly stretched around it, taking it in, filling you up. Then after he was done he’d proceed to fuck you with his cock. Minho didn’t seem to feel inadequate or in the slightest bit fazed that he wasn’t able to stretch you as much as that dildo. “Can a dildo slap against the back of your legs when it thrusts into you? Can it pin you to the mattress, or the wall? Can it caress your tits, or ravish your mouth in kisses? Is it human? Does it care? Does it think you’re precious?” So no, he didn’t have any insecurities about that fat, obnoxious dildo.

Tonight you chose the second option. Slimline. Cheap. Barely any vibration power. Yes, if you came on this dildo it was bound to offend the man writhing on the bed.

You wrapped your fingers around the smaller toy and hooked a leg over each of Minho’s shins so that you were once again spread wide open, giving Minho full view of your pussy. The billionaire glared at you with dark eyes. 

You were so wet you didn’t require any extra lubrication, the dildo sliding into your vagina easily. You gasped airily as you began to fuck yourselves with the inanimate object. In front of Minho. Helpless, pathetic Minho. Well, he wasn’t completely helpless. If he wanted to he could use his strong legs to hurtle you on top of him. He was definitely holding back and letting you think you were in control.

You spread your legs a little wider, angling the dildo so that it would massage your g-spot. You moaned low and deep and your hips began to roll forward against it. You were feeling overheated in the leather corset and the perspiration made your skin glisten. You knew you looked sexy. You closed your eyes for a few moments relishing the feeling of bringing yourself pleasure whilst the man who is normally so in control can do nothing but watch.

“Fuck, gorgeous. Look at you.” He jeered. Your eyes flung open to meet Minho’s condescending eyes. “Your so fucking needy that even a flimsy little dildo is making you go dumb. Pathetic.”

You smirked at his attempt at belittling you. “Minho, darling,” you panted. Fuck your were close. “Don’t you think it’s you who looks pathetic?… That I don’t even need your cock to come?” You upped the pace as your desire built and the tension in your pelvis grew stronger.

“How does it make you feel Lee Minho… knowing that this shitty little dildo can take me over the edge?” You ran your gaze over him. His cock was desperately engorged and still leaking pre-cum on his stomach. His muscles tense and the veins in his forearms and neck strained.

“It’s driving me fucking crazy… You know it is” He hissed through clenched teeth. He looked at you with pure need. His eyes begging. His breathing laboured. A pained desperation on his face. This was the face that always made you come undone. It was the face that told you as much as he was a dom, or how much he loved playing games, he actually needed you.

You let out a pornographic moan as you took yourself to the stars, throwing your head back. The bulge of your breasts heaving as you floated back down to earth panting.

“Fuck… you don’t need me do you? All you need is your pretty fingers or some cheap ass toy, and your satisfied.” It wasn’t condescending or malicious. It was more like he was in awe. 

You withdrew the toy from yourself and crawled your way up to Minho, straddling him once again, hovering above him so that he still couldn’t feel you against him.

“Lick.” You whispered offering the dildo to his lips. He obliged, immediately opening his mouth and allowing you to force it deep into his throat. He gagged and his eyes began to water as you roughly fucked his mouth. 

“Come on baby, you should be able to take this… it’s not that big…” 

Minho growled and lifted his head to take more of the toy into his mouth, sucking and licking ferociously. 

“Good boy. You look like such a fucking slut for cock like this you know.” You praised removing the dildo. “So clean” you approved and tossed the toy to the side.

You leaned down to kiss him softly. Minho hummed as you deepened the kiss, and you finally slowly lowered yourself down onto his hips to grind against the length of his cock.

You slipped your tongue inside his mouth, tasting your own juices. You could feel his hips rolling rhythmically against you as your tongues gently caressed each other. You could feel your heart melting, a warmth spreading through your body. Why the fuck did this keep happening? Why did your heart have to get involved.

You pulled away from the kiss and searched Minho’s face, hoping his mean, cold, dark expression would snap you out of it. But that wasn’t the look he gave you. Instead he had soft, hooded eyes, a pink flush to his cheeks and and a look of fucking admiration on his face. His mouth even hung open like an idiot.

You leaned in to kiss him once more, then reached up to untie one of his hands.

That was a mistake.

In less than a second Minho had flipped you on your back, one hand still tied to the bed, his free hand pushing your leg up to your chest allowing him to ram his cock into you aggressively.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me, teasing me like that.” He growled, slamming himself into you hard. “Neglecting my cock like that.” He withdrew almost the whole way out and hammered into you once more, causing you to cry out.

“Taking care of yourself and not me.” He grunted.

Minho gripped the wrought iron bar with his restrained hand, using it as leverage to thrust into you ferociously, each thrust seemingly harder and rougher than the last. You welcomed it though. This was how Minho liked to fuck. You knew that when he got a chance tonight he’d take it. You just didn’t know which of the chances would take. It felt thrilling having him own you like this. It was as if he had no self control and that he’d go mad if he didn’t get his release. He fucked you hard for at least ten minutes. You didn’t know how he hadn’t come yet. Maybe he was too focused on evening the score or teaching you a lesson.

He slammed in deep hitting your cervix, then paused so he could kiss you sloppily, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He reached up and untied his still restrained hand and brought it down to push the hair off your forehead. He swallowed hard as he gazed at you.

“Minho…” you whimpered.

“What is it little plaything?” he said softly. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. You just felt overwhelmed by the sudden surge of emotion that was coming over you.

“Wrap your arms around me.” He said “Hold me close.”

You felt confused by his request, but you found yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck as he laid flush on top of you. You could feel his entire torso against yours and the sudden increase in intimacy made you melt. You felt like hot liquid underneath him. Lee Minho could really do anything he wanted with you right now.

And it seemed he wanted to go slow, rolling his hips painfully slowly while his hands caressed your ass, the side of your body, even sliding up to cup your jaw while he made love to you with his tongue.

“Can we take this off?” he swallowed gesturing towards your corset. You nodded in response and Minho made quick work of removing it, still inside you, leaving you now only in your stay up stockings.

“Look at me, gorgeous.” He panted. You opened your eyes and watched the man above you as he continued to take you tenderly. “Is this okay?” he asked between long languid thrusts.

“It… it’s… so good.” You whispered. And it really was.

“Good. Because tonight proved to me just how much I fucking need you.” His eyes looked like they were tearing up. Surely not. It had to be from the strain of holding back his ejaculation, right?

“You saw me…. I can’t function without you. I fucking need you… I think about you the minute I wake up. ” He closed his eyes and a tear escaped, running down his face. He leaned back in to kiss you, perhaps to hide the fact he was getting emotional, and you tenderly kissed him back with as much care and love you could. You wanted him to feel safe enough to show you this vulnerable side of him.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in as close as possible, drawing a husky moan from the man making love to you. He nuzzled his face into your neck, sucking you skin delicately, marking you with damp tears. His body shivered like he had a fever.

“Oh, Minho.” You cried again. The sensations were overwhelming and confusing to you. But you didn’t want this to end. Your sweaty bodies slid together in the most beautiful way. His cock fucked you so carefully and deliciously, and his kisses were full of emotion. It was like he was trying to confess everything he felt for you in the way his lips connected to yours and the way he moved his body inside of you.

In that moment, nothing else existed. The pungent smell of the room, the neon lights, the sirens wailing by, all fell away as you both fell apart together.

~ Minho ~

He was not supposed to care. He was definitely not supposed to fall in love with you, and he was absolutely not meant to show his feelings in front of you.

But he fucking couldn’t help it could he?

“Lee Minho. You fucking idiot.” He scolded himself. “Why the fuck did you cry in front of her?” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Why did you tell you can’t function without her? That you think about her the moment you wake up?”

You were meant to be his “Plaything”. Merely the person with who he could explore his sexual desires with. He knew you’d be up for it. And you were. You even liked playing games with him.

Minho was the dom and you the sub. But that night in his seedy one bedroom apartment reserved only for sex with you, the night he let you be dom him and he broke down and cried, he let slip his feelings.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @itshannjisung @noellllslut @kangnina @weareapackofstrays

[flawseer]

So, a while ago this happened.

It's really been a whole year, huh? Wild. It seems like only last month when I was still drawing dragons. We sure have evolved a lot from that initial premise.

Jokes aside, I am very thankful to everyone who has continued to keep up with the content of this blog. It's not something I take for granted, so I appreciate it a lot.

In response to my last post about the second story arc protagonists, a few people have reached out to ask about my thoughts regarding the finale of that arc. I am presently in the middle of formulating a response. I've finished the raw text yesterday, and it currently sits at an overwhelming 13 pages, with roughly 8,300 words.

I don't know what to think about it, to be honest. I've been given to understand this part of the story was received with mixed feelings, and my own discussion of it is very overtly negative. I try to be celebratory and uplifting when I post here, so this sudden burst of harsh criticism may end up alienating people.

I'm still going to release it; I think it would be unfair to the people who asked for it so readily if I withheld it. But I anticipate this will generate some blow-back. I have very few kind things to say about it.

Just know, if you end up reading it when it comes out and are turned off by the dour tone: That post is atypical with regards to the content of this blog. I draw pictures and comics that celebrate this series, and I have no intention to start tearing it down on the regular.

Maybe I'm just feeling a bit anxious, perhaps nothing will happen at all. Maybe no one wants to read 8000 words of me blathering on, so it will be ignored. But just in case this turns into the moment where I jumped the shark (hello Shark, need to draw you at some point), know it's been nice to have had the opportunity to entertain you for a whole year.

In conclusion: Here is a picture of Squid wearing a baseball cap.

[crepes-suzette-373]

Lineage Factor and Emotions

This might be super obvious to some people, I'm just writing this down mostly to straighten out my thoughts because it's all over the place.

Something I've been wondering for a while is just how exactly did Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji's "empathy" get removed, and whether or not it's possible to get it back.

This is also important to figure out whether Sanji's worry about him turning "evil" if his modifications fully awakened is warranted or not.

I had already previously explained that the brothers do still have emotions, and only very selective ones are taken out. I imagine if you take out all their emotions, they would've turned into something like the Pacifistas. No expression, no individuality, no personality. Just robot-like behaviour. This is very interesting, because just how exactly do you choose to only take out selective emotions?

Currently there's not enough info to tell, but my working hypothesis is that the emotions wasn't "removed". What happened is that whatever was modified in their lineage factor also includes modification that suppresses certain emotions (fear, empathy/sympathy, who knows what else).

"Emotions" is somehow part of the "data" included in Lineage Factor.

While for the most part Lineage Factor is like DNA in our real world, it also apparently includes "emotions" in One Piece. It's to the point that the Hancock seraphim is still in love with Luffy when the lineage factor is copied into the clones.

It's also implied in the flashbacks showing Sora trying to stop the modifications. Sora was concerned about their "hearts" (emotions/feelings), but the medicine she took was something that tampers with the lineage factor. As a result, not only is Sanji's emotions fully intact, but he doesn't have "powers".

Except that whatever Sora drank didn't actually do anything to the lineage factor. As it turns out, all it did was suppressing the modifications from manifesting/taking effect.

I had previously wondered why they couldn't just re-augment Sanji once they noticed he "failed", but when I re-checked the raw, the text says that the modifications was successfully done (on the "cellular level"/DNA, to use our world's terminology). It's just that the intended modifications did not "manifest"/take effect.

成功したはずでした does not mean "we thought it was successful, but actually it wasn't". It means that even though the "objective" (lineage factor manipulation) was successfully completed, the intended "outcome" (powers + exoskeleton) was not achieved due to other factors.

Sanji's "lineage factor" is already manipulated. They can't do anything to him anymore. It's jut that why/how the medicine Sora took can stop the modifications from manifesting, or how the raid suit can awaken it after so long is still a mystery.

So, if Sanji's mods fully awakens, I imagine that it's true that he will really become merciless like his brothers. All 4 of them went through the same treatment, after all. We saw that happen briefly when Sanji was fighting S-Shark.

Since Reiju has the abilities but her sympathy wasn't blocked, I theorise that it's possible to find the part of the lineage factor that controls emotions, and just "unblock" that one part.

Now that there's Vegapunk around, when they escape Egghead, they might be able to figure this out using Vegapunk's knowledge. The actual operation might not be immediately doable without the labs, but maybe if they find Law he can help? The actual details of lineage factor is mysterious, but if it's strictly physical/biology and not something that requires medicines/chemicals, it's possible that Law's powers can be used.

Alternative possibility is they might need to go to Neo MADS and demand that Judge himself undo it. Like, I think this is very very unlikely (and I don't really want this to happen either), but it might be a plot bridge to, you know, actually ask why he wanted revenge against the other North Blue kings.

Then maybe this will finally reveal the secret of Germa's past, because many things in the series seem to imply that they have or they know something important related to the World Government. Something that the crew will need to learn about or obtain.

Is Ichiji's powers okay?

In my theory posts, I analysed the various instances where Ichiji seems to display indications that he's actually different from Niji and Yonji. He might not have the full range of emotions like Reiju did, but there's something about him that's just different.

I'm somewhat curious if this as of yet unknown "anomaly" means that his powers are screwed up as well. He has exoskeleton, but we don't know for sure what built-in powers does he have.

I have previously mentioned the suggestion that his Sparking Valkyrie lasers might be just the suit. Sensei already confirmed in an SBS that the Germa abilities are half augmented in the body and half the suit:

So, maybe the emotions anomaly does affect Ichiji's powers to that without the Raid Suit he cannot do anything.

A possible hint that this was the case might be the fact that he just sat there not doing anything when at gunpoint in the wedding.

Niji's electricity runs in his body, so even if he uses it, it does him no good here if he can't use his arms and legs to fight. He can't shoot electricity blasts (the thunderclaps you see in the anime when he fights is not canon).

Reiju's poison breath seems to be a suit power, and her built-in ability is only for absorbing in poison. So she can't do anything either.

However, Ichiji could've lasered down the Big Mum pirates with his eyes since his head can still move. Or, even try to laser the candy to break free. We can see in the scene where he shot down Oven that the light blasts of Valkyrie can make holes in people. It might be able to break the candy.

Sure, they're surrounded, and there's the chance of him getting gunned down before he can do much, but the way he talks implies that "he can't do anything".

If the lasers is in the raid suit, then it makes sense that he can't do anything here.

The alternatives to this is either: 1) He wants to die for some reason. 2) The emotion modifications causes all the brothers to just easily give up and not have the will to fight to the bitter end. Like, maybe Ichiji actually has the lasers, he just didn't feel it's worth trying. Or 3) Sanji's flashback of Ichiji's eye lasers is wrong, and Sparking Valkyrie is not actually eye lasers (then what is it?).

All of that are something else entirely, though, so I won't discuss it here.

Eyebrow flip

We know that Sanji's brows flip when his exoskeleton activate, but how do we know for sure that both his brows flip? We only assume it's that way because of Yonji and Niji's.

However, what sensei said in the SBS is that "all the brothers have 66 shaped eyebrows like Yonji, but Sanji's is the opposite" and "his eyebrows did change" when the power of science activated. He didn't say that "Sanji's eyebrows both flip into the 66 shape".

So, what if when the eyebrow flips, it actually looks like this?

I don't think we can definitively say it's not like this, because the manga art has not shown what his full face looks like when his brows flip. Nothing in the series also has ever indicated that this is impossible.

The point of me bringing that up is because sensei also never said the siblings brows can't flip.

There are some panels where you expect you should be able to see the curl in Ichiji's brow under the bangs, but it's not there. However on other panels, it's visibly there.

That first panel is a very dead obvious one. It's too big to be an error, since sensei actually bothered to draw the curl on the other brow that's almost covered by Sanji's fist. If this was a mistake, then sensei must be very sick or otherwise not feeling well that week, if he could miss something in such a glaringly visible place.

If this is not a mistake, then maybe his eyebrow actually can flip too.

This is related to the theory above where I mentioned maybe Ichiji's powers are also imperfect. This is of course just a lot of conjecture, and we need more canon info before I can speculate further.

The same theory has been made about Reiju (i.e her eyebrows either flip too, or facing opposite directions). However, Reiju's modification circumstances are different from the quadruplets, and the Reiju examples I've seen are not as blatantly visible like Ichiji's one here, so I won't speculate on her yet.

Niji and Yonji?

The problem with knowing specifically what is "wrong" with the brothers is the wide semantic domain of even a single kanji. 情 is generally understood to be "interpersonal feelings" like affection or sympathy. But because this is vague, it's very hard to tell what emotions they can or cannot feel.

They can feel "concern", and Niji and Yonji both have obvious unsettled looks at Big Mum's collection. Yonji was even stunned to silence. What's up with that?

Unlike Ichiji, they have not displayed indicators of something funny going on, so for the time being I assume that "concern/care for family members" is not part of the "情" that is missing from them.

As for their reaction towards Big Mum's books of living things... perhaps the intention is to say that Big Mum is a more cruel/horrible person than Germa.

This instance makes me think of a Japanese saying that goes "even the oni of hell would vomit" 地獄の鬼すら反吐吐く所業. It's a saying to describe something so unbelievably despicable. In Buddhism, the oni's duty is to torture the dead for their sins in life for eternity. You can only imagine how bad it has to be that even the cruel and merciless "oni" of hell would be disgusted to the point of vomiting.

Here, if even the "heartless" Vinsmokes are disturbed, then it's just that bad.

[dallonwrites]

LOVER BOY - WIP INTRO

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disclaimer: this is my own original work

Genre: Literary that wishes it were horror Setting: San Francisco, 1987/88 Aesthetics: fake blood, uncanny SFX in old horror movies, grainy home videos, a deeply orange sunset, retro arcade games, an empty mall, overripe fruit, anatomical heart models, heart shaped candles, leather jackets, rolling fog, the moon in the ocean, bowling alleys, red lights, trying to see a ghost in the hallway, real blood, mixtapes from former lovers, nightclub bathrooms, vampire fangs, neck kisses Summary: Sometimes, to cope with change and unpredictability, Beau likes to pretend he's the protagonist of a blood-soaked horror movie. And all he's ever wanted is a lover. But after the death of his childhood best friend he retreats into himself - frustrated at love and frustrated that Bobby hasn't haunted him the way he promised to - until he's jolted back by former friends needing his help with a movie project, an ex lover returning as new ones find new ways to hurt him, his friends and his community getting sicker, and a near death experience that comes with the urgency to record everything around him whilst he still can. The more that happens, the more he tries to find ghosts around him. The more times he sees blood on his hands, the more painful his old coping mechanism becomes, as his thoughts become less and less tasty.

what if you were autistic but you didn't know it because it's the 1980s and your special interest is horror movies and sometimes your brain feels a little bit blood-soaked but it's okay because it feels good! it makes you feel better, right? but then your best friend dies and also you lose the closest person you had to a lover and you wonder if you've wasted your time obsessing over romance but you don't have time to think about it because life keeps happening and nobody seems to care that your community is dying and no matter how hard you try you never see a ghost in the hallway or the bathroom mirror like you want to, and then your lover comes back but he's different, and so are you, and you really want to stop looking death in the eye, so you try to capture everything around you on your video camera to show that you were here, we were here and we're alive, and your queerness is your heartbeat and all you want to do in this life is love, so that's what you do, despite everything, whatever that love looks like, even when everything gets louder and brighter and too much to bare and you're starting to get scared by the blood in your thoughts

I call this "the culmination of my growing obsession with horror and the undergrad dissertation I wrote on how the AIDS crisis functions in queer narratives". I think it's my favourite thing I've started in a long time! There's so much flesh to this story that I haven't even dug my hand as deep into it as I could go. It's fun, it's silly, it's raw, it's sweet, it's emotional, it's complicated, it's a bit bloody, it's theatrical, it's trying it's best. It doesn't take itself too seriously but it's also crying in the bathtub you know

Characters (just a few otherwise this would get way too long)

Beau (he/him) the bestest boy in the whole world. Someone pleeeease take him to a farmers market on a chilled Sunday afternoon

Benji (he/him) Beau's little brother who Beau thinks is the bestest boy in the whole world. Even though he loves bugs and dirt and wants to be a shark when he grows up

Bobby (he/him) dead but before he died he thought being a ghost would be so fun. It'd be so much easier to sneak up on Beau! He could finally go to Fire Island! He loved handmaking jewellery and wanted to be a volcanologist.

Felix (he/him) the ex lover! He's doing sooo much better since the last time you saw him! Hey why is he crying in that movie theatre bathroom

Tiff (she/they) Beau's old friend and roommate. Tattoo artist who collects eye shaped decor and broken rotary phones. Lesbian/gay solidarity is the backbone of this novel.

Dorothy (she/her) In love with the moon and acrylic paints. What if you bumped into your ex boyfriends twin sister and feel like you shouldn't get involved but then you remember she's realllyyy fun to talk shit about people with?

[hom3land3r]

SHAUN’S COMFORT LIST

Comfort food(s): Chicken wings, salmon, baked potato, popcorn

Comfort drink(s): Dr Pepper, Guava, Sparkling water

Comfort movie(s): Iron Man 1-3, The Tank, The Crow

Comfort show(s): The Boys, Banshee, Outrageous Fortune, Coupling, Smash, Breathless

Comfort clothing: T-shirts/hoodies and shorts or sweatpants

Comfort song(s): "Home in Florence” by Jesper Kyd, “New Home” by Olivier Deriviere and “Together” by Nine Inch Nails

Comfort book(s): Assassin’s Creed Renaissance and Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood, both novels by Oliver Bowden, The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall

Comfort game(s): Assassins Creed 2/Brotherhood, Spyro 2, COD Warzone, DBD

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The Raw Shark Texts (Steven Hall) "Eric Sanderson wakes up with no memory of who he is or any past experiences. He is told by a psychologist that he has a dissociative condition known as fugue but a trail of written clues purporting to be from his pre-amnesiac self describe a more fantastic and sinister explanation for his lack of memories. According to these, he has activated a conceptual shark called a Ludovician which "feeds on human memories and the intrinsic sense of self" and is relentlessly pursuing him and will eventually erase his personality completely.

Also at one point there's about 30 pages of an ASCII shark moving towards the reader. Could easily be interpreted as the Ludovician actually approaching the reader in a Leitner-ized version. (Spoilers under the cut)"

Finnegans Wake (James Joyce) "Finnegan's Wake is one of the most experimental novels of the twentieth century. Rather than write using conventions of novels--or of the English language--Joyce structured his book on language itself. The result is surreal, dense, and famously difficult. To get a sense of just how strange and dreamlike the whole thing is, even its Wikipedia page compares it to Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky" before pointing out the the book begins with the second half of a sentence, which it gives the first half of at its end. Tl;dr Finnegan's Wake is so unsettlingly experimental that Joyce had to break the English language down to its components to get his vision down on the page."

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Skater Girl

There were more than a few words one could use to describe a girl like Jackie Lynn Thomas of which to name some in particular. Chill, pretty, sexy, laidback and of course THICC as eff are among those that come to mind. But for someone usually cool as an ocean breeze, she was in a mood that was anything but. Hence why she'd be more than happy to take some part time job in the summer in Japan to be a surfing instructor.

She had to say it was quite the climate around these parts especially at this time of the year. The beaches all having the ideal 3 S: sun, sand and surf all in ideal pristine condition making for some premium waves to ride and catch. Which would normally do the bottom heavy babe wonders for her mood but she was still feeling a little sour and why you might ask? Well it was to do with a boy back home you see, that Jackie thought might be going somewhere in terms of a potential relationship and commitment. But it didn't quite workout that way for one reason or another and right now she needed some space.

But damn if she wasn't feeling the slightest bit lonesome, sure she wasn't looking for a committed sort of union right now but she sure as hell wasn't going to settle for some random fling!! She wasn't a slut who just spread her legs for any guy, or hell even just any girl but hey least she was making a friend or two while she was here. Case in point a regular bestie she clicked with immediately who was a fellow instructor in the surf class and damn if she wasn't a hell of a looker. But then again it wasn't everyday you taught and rode waves alongside the one and only Maya Diva, Jagua del Toro's Lady of the Waves, current exchange student at UA high school.

Jackie:*sipped her drink as she and Maya sat by a local beachside diner on their break on a cozy bench under the shade of a tree. The chill babe softly sighing.*"I got to be honest with you Maya, I'm not having a bad time here but I know I seriously got to do something to just forget that deadbeat back home....."*The aqua streaked blonde mumbled to herself, pinching her brow. Stupid indecisive pretty boys and their unintentional Latin magnetism.*

Maya:*sitting in a way that just naturally oozed her raw sex appeal, rocking her quirkless form look as her and Jackie were turning heads in their surfwear. Eyeing the chill gal with concern while stealthily checking out her bombshell body.* "Would it be too direct for me to say you seriously need to get laid? Because I might have a solution to your problem...."*The shapeshifting babe grinned sensually as Jackie gave her a look of curiosity. The blue haired babe knew she had her, hook and line, now to see if she could reel in.*

Jackie:"It's not a gigolo or something is it? I mean I've heard there are a lot of dudes who got all sorts of weird quirks when it comes their junk or just sex in general but you know I'm not that sort of girl..." *That she certainly wasn't. Hell she left quite a string of putdowns on wanna be Casanovas and flirts who tried picking her up thinking she'd be an easy time. Don't let that thicc body and cool attitude fool you, this girl could be a shark. Which Maya knew made her ideal...*

Maya:*waved her off as she reassured her.*"Nah trust me, this guy is a total teddy bear. You know I mentioned my relationship before right?" *Maya's inner minx felt giddy as Jackie nodded. Oh yes the blonde had been told that Maya was in a threesome relationship with a guy and a girl. But she hadn't quite told her ALL the juicy, spicy details...yet.*

Jackie:"Yeah at your school right? What's that got to with helping out my problem?"*She knew she should suspicious, wary even. More so as Maya gave her a look she could recall seeing the blue haired shapeshifting bombshell was no stranger to pulling. The kind she made when she was likely on the phone to said guy and or girl. Or when she got a no doubt sexy text or picture from them.*

Maya:"Well you see me and my girl love to, what's the word? Oh yeah put our ma out to stud. Believe you me nothing gets me and Pinky so damn wet than seeing himbo rut another girl so bad that he wants to make sure she's getting a bun in her oven. Oh and you my bottom heavy babelicious work of art, I think are just the kind of girl who'd enjoy what he's packing..."*the shapeshifting hottie couldn't help but giggle at jackie's reaction. Yeah lot of women learning for the first time about her, Mina and their kink with their chivalrous stud always got looks like that. But she knew she had curiosity, morbid as it was. Now she had to keep her attention.*

Jackie:"Hold up just to be clear. You're basically telling me you and your co-girlfriend like to have your boyfriend bang other girls? You're saying you're pimping him out to me?" *She could hardly comprehend how Maya was so casual about it. Yet all the same she could feel her snatch quiver and pulse. Arousal flowing as her mind subconsciously wondered what this boyfriend was like. To be able to handle two girls at the same time so well that they even needed extra bodies just to keep him satisfied.*

Maya:*her inner devil screamed Sinker and Jackpot, knowing she had her now. Everyone knows what happens with cats and curiosity but never the part about satisfaction. And Jackie was sure to be getting it plenty. Taking out a pen and paper as she drew-up a rough map and wrote out details like a date and time, handing it to her.* "Oooh yeah, well we prefer to say put him out to stud, pimping implies we'd be making money from it. Our only price is the show we get and if you want to be the next headline act? Just come to the time and place right here."

Jackie shot Maya a suspicious look but accepted the scrap of paper all the same. Putting it away for safe keeping later as they enjoyed the rest of their break and finished off their surf classes for the day before they parted ways. At least for now as Jackie was soon on her fateful skateboard, making her way through the crowds as she had Dead Kennedys playing on her headphones. Soon finding herself at the address, one of UA's College campus dorms as she went to a certain floor and door number and knocked.

It seemed like maybe nobody was home at first before the chill babe certainly heard the approach of voices and footsteps. Definitely no turning back now as the door opened to show none other than Maya who was rocking her au naturale sclay blue form. While standing beside in all her cotton Candy pink glory was Mina Ashido herself and the horned girl eyed snd sized up, clearly liking what she was seeing. Sharing a look with her girlfriend as they grinned and gently pulled Jackie into the apartment and shut the door behind him.

Jackie couldn’t help but blush, she wasn’t usually bicurious but damn if Mina and Maya together could make a girl turn heads and questiin her own sexuality. The fact they were both we earring tank tops and booty shorts certainly was a factor in that as they brought her into a bedroom. This had to be their boyfriend’s for sure as the decor just screamed absolute fitness and machismo. And from the sounds of it, he seemed to be in the bathroom having a shower as she turned to fsce the naughty pair.

Mina:”You know Maya told me so much about you but seeing you in person is a whole other story. I just know Eiji is gonna LOVE you..” *The acid maker purred affectionately as she ran her hands along Jackie’s curves. Getting a good feel of her waist and hips as she made her twitch and squirm. There was no doubt about it, Mina was comfy with other girls as she was with her and Maya’s man. Talk about your dirty pair.*

Maya:”Knew you’d like Pinky and now that Jackie here has your seal of approval, we got the next stage here. Welcome to Casa Amore Jackie girl, now all you got to do is stand there looking pretty while the man of the hour makes his entrance. Then the fun really begins.. *Jackie had a feeling it was too late to backdown now. She pretty much consented the moment she knocked on the door as she turned to the door to the bathroom, seeing no steam or hearing the sounds of the shower running. Her pulse racing as she felt the anticipation tingle within as the door opened. Out stepping Kirishima with his sculpted Herculean body glistening sparkly clean and his modesty preserved by a towel around his waist.*

Kirishima:”Hey girls sorry to keep you waiting, you know I got to get the post workout scent off and I…”*The sturdy stud paused in the middle of his sentence as he noticed they had company. Seeing Jackie who looked at him like she was laying eyes on a work of art. Blushing slightly as he himself found it too easy to look at her and why not? She was a feast for the eyes and she wasn't even naked...yet.*"Hi uh, let me guess, friend of Mina or Maya's"

Jackie:*simply nodded in reply to his query, seeing him grasp his towel around his waist as she took in the view of his upper torso. Those powerful arms, those warm, inviting pecs and those abs. But of course the face was a work of art itself, not overly pretty and angel-faced but certainly not too rugged and macho, if anything it struck an ideal balance between cute and handsome.*"Yeah and right about now...I'm really glad to be so..."*Her voice coming out with a rather husky sensual whisper as she walked up to him close and personal.*

Jackie wasn't sure what had come over her but seeing Kirishima in his current state just seemed to flip a switch in her brain. Suddenly her dry spell issues and her hang-ups back in Echo Creek were becoming a thing of the past. Her face kissing distance from the sturdy hero as she caressed his chest and abs with one hand, the other gently grasping the towel preserving his modesty. Sensual blue eyes locked on curious crimson blood red as she closed the distance between them.

There was a lot she could've said then and there, all variations one way of another of telling this Adonis of a caveman to drop the towel, take that cock and bang her goddamn brains out. But as they say actions spoke much louder than words and this guy was clearly god at reading body language. Any shock or what not gone from his eyes as instead they became soft but determined as his own free hand moved to gently grasp the back of her head. The thicc cutie softly moaning as she soon found her lips being pressed to his as they kissed, proceeding to make out.

Mina and Maya of course were still in the room watching with voyeuristic delight, not that it was bothering her none. Oh no, she was on cloud 9 and it was honestly quite a turn-on, as she and Kirishima deepened their lip-lock. Their tongues dancing together as she traced and felt those shark-like teeth of his. Before she heard the sound of his towel dropping and found his now bare cock pressing itself between her juicy thighs.

her blue eyes glanced downed, a sensual awe filling her as she could tell it was quite a bit of length and girth, pressing against the camel tone of her denim shorts. Unable to help herself as she squeezed and rubbed her thighs against that meat stick as she gasped find Kirishima pulling her shirt up to whip out her tits. A sensual shudder escaping her as she sensually but her lower lip to find the himbo kiss along her neck and grasp her now exposed boobs a firm squeeze. It was surreal to her how much just this fore play alone was making her feel orgasmic before she soon found it getting even better.

Jackie found herself being gently pushed and laid back onto the bed behind them, their lips pressing to each other once more as her tits pressed and rubbed up against those firm pecs. Moaning and gasping as she found that hunk of sexual meat pressing and rubbing against her slit, sticky warm nectar coating that length and girth with plenty of lubrication. Before she soon broke their kiss to let out a deepthroated moan as she felt it penetrate her, inch after inch of Kirishima’s Lil’ Riot sinking into her as it hit just the right sweet spots. Causing her nerves to surge with absolute bliss and pleasure as spine tingling ecstasy flooded her brain.

To think she was cumming from just the penetration when Kirishima soon really got going, his powerful muscles flexing as he pumped his hips. A slow and steady rhythm that to Jackie felt akin to rolling down a hill or swimming out to catch a wave to ride as she held onto those strong powerful arms pinned beside her head. Looking down in awe at their connected loins to see her stomach swollen with the bulge of his cock indicating his size and depth. That womb hammer really standing out as she tucked her tummy, showing off quite the set of abs and highlighting his length and girth all the more.

Jackie:*looks at Kirishima, her blue eyes locked in his blood red ones as they flowed with lust. Sensually biting her lip as she massaged his arms before wrapping hers around his shoulders. Her voice a sexy husky whisper as she was lost in the absolute sexual bliss.*”Mm handsome I’ve only just met you and you’ve made my day. So you take thick juicy meat and fuck, me, hard.”*the moment she said that, she knew her world was about to get rocked.*

Rocked it certainly did as she soon found Kirishima's pelvic thrusts picking up a nice steady increase in intensity and speed. Not to mention force as his hips pumped away like the drill of a jackhammer, those heavy balls slapping her jiggling booty as she curled her spine and toes, holding on for dear life. Hearts glowing in her eyes as orgasms rocked her one after another, her stomach's bulge going up and down in tempo to this biological sex machine who couldn't help but lavish attention on her bouncing tits. Deep-throated moans escaping her as she felt those sharp pointy teeth of his graze her booby skin sensually, her nips being licked and suckled on as if trying to coax milk out of them.

How she loved every second of it, being held in the embrace of such a caveman, yet showered with such passionate sensual affection. Those hands of his working so firmly on her tits and her ass, to say nothing of how he was quite the kisser. Their tongues dancing together in a sloppy tango of spit swapping as that cock continued to work away at moulding the walls of her pussy to its shape. That length and girth hammering out all those annoying little memories buzzing in her head about her woes back in Echo creek especially in regards to that insensitive two timing jackass.

It was a rush of ecstasy on par with the adrenaline she'd feel from riding a high tidal wave or nailing some major tricks and air in the skate park. Seconds to minutes passing their way into hours as Kirishima fucked her raw and with passionate abandon, going from their intimate missionary to a sideways spooning before she found herself grasping and biting the bedsheets as he took her prone bone style. Her apple-bottomed booty jiggling with every delicious impact of their loins as her spine tingled with every orgasm rocking her brain as it hit that sort of primal switch deep inside. Deep subconscious desires equating herself as a bitch in heat being mounted and claimed by an absolute unit of an alpha male as he was rutting her like he intended put a baby inside her. A thought that she absolutely found herself embracing, thinking of herself going around with her belly swelling as it grew with a child from this passionate caveman.

A thought that only made her arousal skyrocket all the more especially as she felt him bite down on her shoulder, their bodies shuddering as they came together. Her pussy squirting as it erupted like a volcano spewing magma, in tandem with that juicy sex meat of his proceeding to pump his baby batter into her womb, ensuring her over was definitely getting some buns inside. Before the skater girl gasped in the midst of her high to find not only had Kirishima not pulled out yet but he was still hard and ready to go. Before she looked aside to see Mina and Maya looming over like a pair of erotic menaces, shamelessly nude as their respective pink and blue bombshells made it clear they were very turned on at this little act of erotic acquaintance between their alpha male and their newfound sex bestie and down to fuck.

Not that Jackie was in any position to protest as her state of horniness was hitting sexual nirvana with the addition of two very equally horny babes. A constant tangle of limbs and torsos as they shifted between combinations of 2 to 3 on one or taking turns one on one whenever someone needed to catch their breath. More so especially when Jackie was given a show of a neat little trick Kirishima could pull off by focusing 1% of his quirk on his dick, ensuring his Lil' Riot wasn't being left out of this game of adult twister. One moment one of them would be getting fucked by that himbo doggy style as she ate out another girl's pussy, the next ould see one sitting on his face as he ate them out while another rode him cowgirl style and made out with the other.

Or gave him a tag team blowjob or boobjob, even jerk him off with their ass which was all the more fun for him given he had 3 prime qualities of buns to hotdog his meat between. For Jackie of course this being her first time being so lewd, each and every position or combination was an unreal but thrilling experience such as having her head hang off the edge of the bed as her newfound bull facefucked her, that glorious hunk of juicy meat pounding her mouth and throat like it was an oral pussy. Her tongue tasting the sublime mix of his seed and the pussy juices of herself, Mina and Maya who of course were no slouches in lavishing her and their man with pornographic affection either. Currently enjoying riding their Red Riot himbo stud in reverse cowgirl as he enjoyed the view of her glorious backside, jiggling booty and all while the alien queen and the lady of the waves were either playing with her tits or kissing her with sloppy passion, tongues dancing together.

Hours ticked on that it wasn't until a few orgasms later that Jackie found herself seeing what time it was as se heard her phone going off. Picking up the vibrating device as she saw a notification indicating a text message, the chill babe frowning as she felt her mood soured to see it was from her ex. oh so now the indecisive simp was looking to make amends? She knew he had his chances and he damn well blew it, quite frankly after today especially, she was considering living and working in japan full time just to have the space and distance between her and that jackass.

Just before she considered deleting the text message and blocking him of course, she looked over to see Kirishima sitting on the bed, that sweet teddy bear of a muscle mountain concerned. Even as Mina and Maya were performing a tandem fellatio on him which made Jackie smile sensually before her brain went off with a lightbulb. Getting a wonderful idea as she typed her response to her ex before setting her phone onto photo and video mode. Seriously feeling her pussy gush at what sort of naughty act she was about to commence as she set her phone on a stand at just the right angle and went back into the fray.

"Hey Diaz, here's what I have to show you about your message. Get. WRECKED!!" was what her text read as her ex would soon get flooded with a series of pictures and videos of Jackie in her latest round of fun with Mina, Maya and their himbo stud. Saucy images one after another spamming his phone with the intent to NTR and cuckold the guy. The cotton candy/bubble gum duo of course adding to it as they took some pretty sweet shots and angles of Jackie's one on ones with their Red Riot. The extreme sports hottie gladly and lustfully declaring herself Kirishima's property which was especially evident by the shark like bite marks marking her skin and the overflow of seed pouring from their conjoined loins.

Suffice to say once Jackie sent one final lewd selfie of her, Mina and Maya resting and laying atop or beside Kirishima, she officially called it quits with her ex and blocked him. Deleting his number as she basked in the welcome afterglow, reminding herself to make plans about moving and setting up residency in Japan. After all, it would help to stay close to her two new besties and the new man in their life. Especially if every other time after this first would just as good,if not better......

[lakesandquarries]

more info and pictures under the cut

a solid 3.5/5. the troop is about a boy scout group that goes camping on a small island, only for the experience to go horribly wrong when a man with a mysterious illness shows up. like lord of the flies but with tapeworms.

trigger warnings: gore, death, child abuse, child death, animal abuse, animal death, parasites

this is like a 2/5 at BEST but thats why i wanna review it. eric sanderson wakes up with no memory of who he is and attempts to unravel the mysteries of his life and the mysterious death of his girlfriend. plays with format and typesetting in a way reminiscent of house of leaves except way less interesting. incredible concept ruined by really boring execution.

trigger warnings: death by drowning, some existential concepts that may trigger paranoia, random transphobia in one line for no reason??

5/5. but cora, you might say. approximately 5 million people have already talked about this book. well i also have thoughts. tender is the flesh is a dystopia where cannibalism is normal and i loooove when books are about cannibalism.

trigger warnings: cannibalism, sexual assault, gore, violence, death, animal harm

6/5 and thats not a typo this book is just THAT good. its so hard to explain this book but it’s sort of a mystery/horror about a missing girl and a very weird guy named ted who lives with his daughter who’s only allowed out on the weekends and his lesbian cat who loves jesus.

trigger warnings: child abuse, child death, mental illness, self injury

[tropicalscream]

top 5 books? :3

in no particular order:

House of Leaves

Metro 2033

The Massacre at Yellow Hill

City of Saints & Madmen

Raw Shark Texts

[moonlightndaydreams]

Leather and Neon Lights - A Billionaire Lee Minho Story (WIP)

“Nu uh, Lee Minho. Don’t even think about fighting back. Tonight you are my plaything.” You pushed Minho to sit on the edge of the bed in the run down, seedy hotel room.

The man growled angrily. He hated being in this position. He was born a dom. He gave the orders. He was in control.

“This is what you wanted, remember?” You spat into his ear and tugged at his sandy brown hair, pulling his head back hard to reveal his long, slender neck. Fuck, you loved seeing his neck exposed like that. The glow from the neon signs outside the window casting a blue glow against his skin.

You bit your lip and climbed onto his lap, and licked along the vein in his neck, tracing it up to his jaw, and then yanked his head back down so you could smash your mouth on his.

Minho met you with the same aggression and gripped your hips, digging his fingers in so hard you yelped.

“So you are going to be bad are you? Hmm?” you said, staring into his dark eyes.

You felt so alive and in control tonight. Normally you were the sub in this… arrangement. Yes, arrangement was the best way to describe this dynamic. You couldn’t call it a relationship because it was only about sex, and the rules were clear. You were billionaire Lee Minho’s “Plaything” for him to do as he pleased. It usually involved him taking care of you first, prepping you, getting you ready for what he had in store, then going absolutely feral on you. He had the perfect balance of tenderness and coldness and you were addicted.

You knew it was a dangerous game, for your heart, especially when you learned you were the only one. Minho was exclusive with you, and sometimes you wonder what that meant. There were nights you would lay awake and your mind would entertain the forbidden possibility of an actual relationship. You’d berated yourself for it, and reminded yourself of the reality of what this really was. Fucking. Secretly. You were his toy for him to fuck and use. And when he was ready, he was going to toss you aside like garbage.

But there was no way you could break this arrangement off. The sex was too exciting and too good. Minho knew what your body craved, what it could take, and he played with the edges of your limits. It was erotic, delicious, raw and sensual all at once.

But tonight Minho was your “plaything”. Your fuck toy to tease. Taunt. Use.

You were so excited when Minho texted you to meet at the hotel room tonight. You were especially excited when he said he wanted you in your leather corset and stockings “No panties” he’d instructed. This was the outfit he’d bought you so that you could dom him. You had waited weeks for him to finally gave you permission to wear it, and you were going to make the most of it. You weren’t sure when you’d get the chance again.

You and Minho used this room every week. In fact, Minho purchased the room, like one would purchase and apartment.

“Do you like it?” he’d asked you when he showed you the first time in the middle of the day, a big grin on his face.

You ran your eyes over the peeling paint, the dirty carpet and flimsy windows. It was the most fucking seedy, nasty place you had ever been in. The view out the window was of equally rundown buildings, a nightclub, and most likely the offices of loan sharks.

It was foul. But it was perfect for what Minho had planned for you both. Even tonight, the ingrained pungent smell of cigarettes still permeated your nostrils, but you didn’t mind. You loved being in this room. Loved feeling dirty.

Minho never attempted to repaint, or make the place comfortable, except for the expensive bed in the middle of the room. The headboard he chose was made for being restrained with vertical wrought iron bars lined up between the end posts.

“If you’re going to bad, I’ll just stop.” You said bluntly. Minho whined. He never whined. It was usually you.

You slid off of his lap and retreated to the scruffy armchair in the corner of the room. He’d picked that up off the side of the road. Said it would add to the nastiness of the room. It was shit, and torn and smelt like god knows what.

“Strip.” You commanded.

You could see Minho was fighting an internal battle. His face contorted, his mouth pressed in a firm line. He wanted to argue, deny, fight back against you. But he also knew that he wouldn’t get to feel your mouth or pussy around his cock if he misbehaved.

You wondered if he was regretting this.

But he reminded himself of the bigger picture. He just needed to get through this first part. Humour you. Then he’d be able to get his chance to turn the tables and fucking tear up your pussy. You knew this too. It was a game, and in the end Minho will win.

You crossed your legs. You were wet, your bare pussy pressed against the worn out fabric, and you knew that you would be adding to the unidentifiable stains on the chair cushion.

“I said strip. Minho.” You repeated sternly.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk before standing up at the foot of the bed.

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