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[theindividualisticauthor]

"They must be characterless men. All the sketches suggest to me so." said Violet over a cup of tea.

[valyalyon]

7 Roadside Rhapsody

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CW: affair, caught cheating, descriptive sexual content, argument, police officer character, explicit language. MDNI. 1.6K Words.

The next day, January 5, 2019, Rocco and Angel woke up early to have sex before they left. Angel, remembering the previous plans that Rocco had made with her, figured they’d be arriving at Laguna Hills by the end of that day.

After sex, they headed out onto the Opportunity Highway. Angel watched the red desert disappear around them as their elevation increased slightly. They entered a patch of road with a lot of grasslands and woods in every directions.

Lost in watching the wildflowers as they passed by the window of the moving van, Angel didn’t immediately notice Rocco getting off the Highway.

As they entered the exit, Angel’s eyebrows furrowed and she turned her attention back to Rocco, “do we need gas?”

“No, we’re pulling over for the night,” Rocco explained.

She blinked momentarily, looking at the time on the van’s display, “it’s barely one. We haven’t even driven three hours. We have so much time and we’re not far from Laguna Hills.”

“Grace booked us a show here,” Rocco pointed to the city name on a sign.

Angel turned to see the name “Sunwoods” as they passed, then turned her eyes back to Rocco, “You promised me you wouldn’t do another show until we arrived in Laguna Hills. We’re almost there and you’re stopping us again for no reason.”

“What’s the issue?” Rocco asked, defensively, “I’m a performer and I’m trying to get famous. You knew that when you got in the van. Your ex probably took you more places anyway, so why do you act like you care?”

“Rocco, that’s not the issue. We haven’t gone anywhere. We stayed in the Lilac Gorge for weeks, with you doing performances multiple times in a week. I haven’t been sleeping much because I spend all my time with you, and you want to spend every waking minute playing music in a bar.”

“I love your music and I love you and I support you, but I can’t go to every show you have. It makes me tired to be around that many people for so long, so many times in a week,” Angel expressed her anxieties to him honestly.

He was still driving, but his expression was angry, “you’re my girl and you’re just not going to show up?”

“I’m not going to the show today, but I will go to the next one,” she stood firm.

He agreed, begrudgingly.

…

She laid in bed reading that night, but something just worried her. She couldn’t identify what exactly bothered her, but soon her eyes were scanning across the van for the time.

10:01pm. The show just ended, any minute now and he would start heading back to the van.

She looked again a little later, her heart pulsing hard inside her chest.

10:06pm. Is he on his way? She thinks so, except she doesn’t see as Rocco begins to kiss Grace in the dressing room.

Now I’m afraid because the boy forgets the girl while she sits at home and waits but you promised me you won’t.

At 10:08pm, Angel gets off the bed and puts on jeans and a sweater. Then she slips into her boots, taking the keys and getting out of the van. Rocco is taking off Grace’s top, he says, “just this once. I love my girl, I wouldn’t do this to her again.”

10:15pm. Angel is opening the backdoor of the Sunwoods Bar. She enters the backstage area, thinking Rocco’s the best for showing her the layout. Her hands were shaking, but she kept thinking, he wouldn’t do anything bad, he loves me…

His hips won’t stop, he’s slamming into Grace from behind, “I’m going to fucking cum inside you, you hear me?”

“Please,” Grace begged.

“Fuck you, this is the only time… You whore…”

“You love her?” Grace asked, moaning.

He continued his deep thrusts, feeling his balls squeeze to release his seed, “I do, I adore her… fuck… I need you to take this load, just once, stupid. Never again, I don’t fucking like you.”

“Whenever,” Grace tongue was out and she wasn’t the prettiest, but he needed to drain himself — desperately.

He started to.

10:16pm. Angel turned the corner into their dressing room as Rocco came inside Grace. Her green eyes met Rocco’s brown ones, and the look of ecstasy quickly shifted into panic and realization.

“What the fuck?” was all Angel said, as a spent Grace was thrown aside by Rocco.

Rocco scrambled to his feet, starting to put on his boxers and pants again, “it’s nothing, Star, listen to me… Why didn’t you stay in the van?”

Angel took a step forward and went to hit him, deciding at the last second not to, instead stopping, “you’re a piece of shit. I knew I couldn’t trust you around her! I just fucking knew you’d do something.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he zipped up his pants, and threw his shirt back on, coming towards her.

Angel’s hair had grown a little, but it was still black. She stared up at Rocco with a fury he’d never seen in her, “Star — don’t look at me like that… this was just once and it didn’t mean anything, I swear.”

When you find an old picture of us and you clear away the dust, I hope you miss me sometimes.

“Stay away from me,” Angel spoke ravenously, “the way I feel right now, I could fucking hurt you.”

He scoffed at her, and pulled her into a tight hug, holding her in place, “shut up… I’m all yours, Star. This was a mistake, men make those but I can be better, I swear.”

Angel shoved him hard off her, looking up into his honey eyes, “you don’t get to touch me. You don’t deserve to touch me, you don’t get to feel me.”

“I need you,” Rocco begged, “you’re all I’ve ever had in my mind. I’m constantly craving you, I can’t shake this… You’re mine.”

“You never asked me to be yours, I am nothing to you. I was nothing to you the moment you stepped outside of my boundaries with another woman,” Angel spat out at him, poking his chest.

Then, she pulled away and started to laugh in his face.

His eyebrow twitched, “what’s so funny?”

“I was thinking that you two look like you’re already a married couple,” she pointed at Grace.

Grace rolled over to look at her.

“What is that supposed to mean, Star? I don’t care about her. She’s garbage, I’d throw her away in a moment,” Rocco insulted the girl he’d just slept with so easily.

Angel laughed in his face one more time, and then turned and smiled at Grace, “I’m glad to know that if you marry him, you’re going to spend your entire marriage being blamed by him for ruining his first real love.”

“He wouldn’t, he’s a good man,” she said stupidly, cum drunk.

“Star, I love you, baby, don’t go,” Rocco reached out to hold her.

Angel pulled back before he could, “I don’t love you anymore. Enjoy your new bride, Rocco.”

With that, she left. She heard Rocco coming after her, calling her name and reaching out for her arm.

Angel started to sprint eventually, but he chased after her. This didn’t last very long, as they were arguing in the streets of Sunwoods.

The city was small, the infrastructure was well taken care of, and the law was serious around there. They didn’t like people disturbing peace, especially at night.

The argument was interrupted by a police car pulling up beside them. Out stepped the town’s chief of police, a strong man of an older age, with dark hair, grays… As Angel saw him, she recognized him from the Lilac Gorge.

She remembered that night that LJ’s gang arrived, and she saw an older individual that looked like Lazarus in the corner with a cowboy hat on.

He wore the same bomber jacket, and the same cowboy hat was on his head now, “sweetheart, is this homeless man bothering you?”

“I’m not homeless,” Rocco shouted at the police chief.

“He is bothering me, sir,” Angel responded, wanting the man to intimidate Rocco into leaving her alone.

The police chief was a little shorter than Rocco, but way more muscular, and his old age only made him more handsome, still 6 feet tall though.

He told Rocco to leave, and when Rocco wouldn’t move, the police chief walked over and grabbed his shoulders.

He turned Rocco around to face the direction of the bar, “go that way, for hundreds of miles! If you stop walking any time in the next 25 hours, you’ve stopped too soon!”

Rocco began to protest, but the man cleared his throat, “kid, go back to where you came from and if I see you come around this girl again, you will be arrested.”

Finally, grumbling, he agreed. He walked and once he was out of sight, the police chief turned his attention to Angel.

He escorted her further up the street, “sorry about men like him. They don’t speak for good men. I’ve got work to attend to, here is my card if you need me or someone to come escort him away.”

She took his card and thanked him, looking up into his eyes, they were a deep dark green and his smile was handsome, “we’re here to keep you safe. Take care.”

From there, he turned and left her. She decided she would walk around for a while, it was late and she had dropped the van keys in the dressing room.

thanks for reading! We are at the end of Rocco's story, tomorrow will start 1 Harvest Whispers, official announcement and preview coming soon. Left a bit of a diary entry below about what's going on in my brain, but it's not cohesive bc I feel like shit so, just ignore it or read if u wanna:) end of post is song references <3

Been feeling like I exist alone on a huge land mass. My souls been feeling crushed lately. Missing my island home these days more than ever. Missing the farms, missing the muddy streets, miss crying in the rain in front of my family home, miss the white sand, crystal clear blue beaches. Missing everyone -- as I knew them before everything changed and so many of them died. Hopelessly nostalgic and desperately homesick. Sometimes, the worst part is knowing that I might not ever return.

SONG REFERENCES The Promise by Framing Hanley Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

[tryslora]

Cover reveal!!

Have you been wondering what I'm up to? Along with editing the first three PHU books for publication with Duck Prints Press, I've been preparing the first book in my new Seven Lakes (queer mildly spicy paranormal romance) series for independent publishing!

My cover was created by the wonderful Flore Picard (@florilege-studio) and I am delighted to be able to share it now!

Keep an eye on this space for more information. I'll post when the book is up for pre-sale! It'll be available in ebook, trade paperback, and hardcover editions.

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

deleted the smut bc I lost faith in it 😔

might rewrite it another day

[all-made-of-stardust]

so i wrote a sad story (what else is new)

i couldn't stop thinking about how this was 100% going to be the end of Bells Hells and the emotional whiplash that the rest of them must have felt. so i wrote it all out.

[chocolatedragonwordmagic]

Help Please

It's been a looong time. Life keeps getting in the way.

Anyways, I like to write and 2 years ago I wrote a story called Chosen One from a writing prompt.

I posted it on here and then promptly forgot about it. Fortunately I also had it saved among all my other writing stuff and recently rediscovered it.

I was pleasantly surprised and shared it with my spawn (all young adults) and was then asked if I ripped the story from tumblr coz they were certain they'd seen it in a some kind of video about tumblr stuff...

So, I've proved to them that it is actually my creation and re-discovered tumblr.

Now I would love it if you could all help me find which video they saw it on coz, well, I'm curious.

It might have been one of PM Seymour's vids, but my spawn, well, they watch a lot of stuff from a lot of different people, so it might not have been...

And tho I am recovering from surgery and can't do much, I don't know that I have the mental capacity to trawl through that many hours of videos in the hopes of finding it...

So if anyone can help me find the location of this video that has a reading of Chosen One in it I would be extremely grateful.

Thanks so very much.

[harmonyverendez]

Nocturnal - Chapter 2

Harmony flinched as a glass plate crashed against the wall. She blinked and looked around, she didn't even remember coming downstairs, so what was she doing? She bit her lip and looked down to see that she was holding a plate in her hand.  

Was she cleaning the house? If so, then how come she didn't remember coming down here?

She shrugged it off and finished cleaning the dishes and wiped her hands dry, as she turned around she nearly slammed into Veronica.

Ah, Veronica Miller. 

The pack slut, she was always trying to get into someone's pants, but lately Harmony was her main target. 

Now Harmony was straight, but she didn't mind the flirting.

Flirting was not harmful, but there were times when the redhead did too much.

Harmony sighed and pushed the redhead from her gently so she could go upstairs into her room once again if she needed to. 

But Veronica wasn't budging today, she was on a mission you see. 

“ Hey, Harmony. How are you today?” The redhead female asked.

Harmony braced herself as she adjusted her foot.

“ What is it?” she asked. 

Veronica smirked. “ What has four legs, four arms, and two mouths?”.

She rolled her eyes and responded. “ I don't know. What?”.

“ Us” The redhead replies, elbowing the brown-skinned female. 

Harmony just rolled her eyes and moved past her but she was stopped. 

“ Wait!”.

The hybrid paused and looked at her fellow pack member. “ Yes?”.

Veronica chuckles and shakes her head. “ Right. I forgot what I came down here for. But then I just remembered, Hadrian wants to see you, it's about something important ”.

Harmony nodded. “ Alright ”.

She sighed as she walked up the stairs and did not look down. 

                    ***

Harmony opened the door to Hadrian's office to see him writing something down in his book, when she entered he looked up at her.

“Ah, Harmony. It's good to see you, I see Veronica told you what I asked?” the dark-haired male Questioned. 

Harmony nods, walks over to the chair that was sitting in front of his desk, and sits down.

She played with her hand as she waited patiently for her friend to tell her what he needed. 

After a few minutes of silence, a deep voice speaks up.

“ I know what happened to your parents… your real parents and I'll take you there”.

Harmony didn't know what to say, here was her best friend telling her that they found out what happened to her parents. But why didn't she feel excited like she wanted to?

Something was wrong. 

She blinked away confusion as she felt light-headed all of a sudden.

Sweat formed around her forehead, as the room began to spin, trying to shake it off, she stood but held onto the edge of the desk as she tried to hold her balance.

Her vision blurs as she tries to see what is moving, the only thing she felt was the cold floor and nothing.

~

When she awakens it is night outside and the room is cold, Harmony sits up and feels her body weak and numb, her throat also feels dry and she is badly in need of water.

She looked at her nightstand and there was a glass of water, with ibuprofen along with a written note. 

She reached over and grabbed the pill, placed it in her mouth, and took a sip of water. 

She winced at the bitter taste and grabbed the letter next.

She read over the letter and smiled as she got out of bed and checked the time.

Ten-thirty. 

She has been asleep since four in the afternoon.

Harmony walked to the door and walked down the hall. She knew everyone was asleep except for the Zeta's and Delta.

They never sleep.

Always monitoring the mansion, just in case something happens.

She went down the hall and to the other side of the mansion.

She found what she was looking for, the library.

She opens the door and steps inside.

~

Harmony looked around and reached for a light switch, she found the switch after a few seconds and turned it on.

The room lit up with a gold flicker. The room looks back at her with gold and white. 

She walked inside and walked around trying to find the book she was looking for.

She found the letter M.

Just as she was about to reach for it, she felt the same dizzy feeling once again.

She grits her teeth and tries to force herself to focus.

But in the end, she falls unconscious again.

                               ***

The next morning Harmony awakens as if nothing happened yesterday day before.

Her energy was high, and her maid was here. 

Mae came in with all her morning routine equipment.

She gets out of bed and does what she does every morning.

After finishing, she went downstairs to make the packed breakfast.

Which was a lot, there were at least 400-500.

But hey, she wasn't complaining.

So after three hours of cooking, she was finally ready to set the tables.

She placed the food on the plates and put juices in the cups.

Harmony wiped away sweat and rang the bell.

A few seconds later, it sounded like a group of elephants was stomping through the house.

Her eyes widened as she backed away and sat down next to the soon-to-be Alpha Hadrian seat.

No one paid attention, this was something she did every day. 

As everyone seated, they engaged in conversation until Hadrian came in.

Everyone went silent. 

His dark eyes scanned the room until they landed on Harmony.

For a second, his eyes flashed red but it was gone before anyone could see it.

He walks over to the chair next to the hybrid and sits down. 

“ You may eat,” he said darkly. 

Everyone started eating and chattering started again.

Harmony wasn't hungry, instead of eating she just poked around with her fork.

Hadrian started the meeting, but she didn't hear a word he said.

She was too busy thinking, finally, the meeting was over and she looked up.

“ What did I miss?”.

Hadrian stands and collects paper that she didn't notice before. 

“ Nothing, just some important information on something. But I do need to talk to you though, come to my room tomorrow evening, okay?”. 

Harmony nods as her friend leaves her alone, she is left with Veronica.

She turned to look at the redhead. Veronica was in one of her flirting ways. 

“ Since Hadrian isn't here, I figured I would step in and take his place” The ginger teased, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Harmony laughed. “ No, darling. But I am flattered though.”

Veronica laughs along. “ Well, worth a try. But good night, Girl”.

“ Good night ”. 

Both females went their separate ways, since both of their rooms were on the other side of the mansion. 

Harmony reaches her door, opens and steps inside and closes the door. 

[that-dinopunk-guy]

I'll make my own Jurassic Park! With Blackjack! And hookers![1][2][3]

[1]Blackjack and hookers not included.

[2]No disrespect to sex workers.

[3]Maximum disrespect to gambling.

[etovest]

Virtue & Folly

Piccolo/Goku | Explicit | 2,883 words

“Son Goku,” he repeated, he needed more, he wanted more.

Somehow, it works.

Link to AO3

[count-demonlord-of-decadence]

Fortress Decadence

“Welcome to Inqaba Ukuwohloka.” said a man and woman in Elizabethan era butler outfits as you entered the lavish mansion designed by Kazuyo Sejima as a love song to Giyōfū architecture, the mansion was completed on August 10, 2019. The main entrance hall is a beehive of social activity with people in and out of dress, in and out of costume mingling, flirting and otherwise interacting. Several celebrities are within your sight, Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy introduces herself to you, as do Jamie Marchi, Vince McMahon, Jacinda Ardern, Jeffrey A. Rosen, Rose Montoya and Jay-Z. Ellen DeGeneres, Jake Busey, Meghan Markle, Anita Sarkeesian, Keanu Reeves, Megan Thee Stallion, Prince William, Greta Gerwig and Tucker Carlson do not. The further in you go the more casual the attire becomes as does the atmosphere. You bump fists with Joe Rogan, Tom Kenny, Joseph Buttafuoco and Cynthia Erivo. A very drunk Kim Tok Hun bumps into while putting his tie on his head, prompting you to bump into Samia Suluhu Hassan who introduces herself but doesn't recognize you and quickly walks away. A crying Dak Prescott dashes past you, a midget dressed as He-man offers you a cup of applesauce and Ke$ha, looking like Amélie, sprays you with Obsession for men. A tray of Angels on horseback is presented to you just before a man who looks a lot like Claudio Castagnoli wearing a lot of makeup kisses you on both cheeks and is off into the crowd before you can react. A person that can only be described as Tipper Gore cosplaying as Pizzazz, the main vocalist, rhythm guitarist and leader of the fictional rock band The Misfits, apologizes and hands you a pink bellini, which is taken away by someone in a black and white Korean girl’s high school uniform with a gray horse head mask on who directs you to the bar upstairs while dodging a plate of Tokwa’t baboy being offered to you. A dashing Frenchman in an all shark skin gray three piece suit helps you avoid a glass of champagne spilt by Mahdi al-Mashat, only to be separated from him by Elon Musk laughing hysterically. A man clearly older than your father, wearing nothing but a reddish pink feather boa and a matching bandana in his gorgeous hair, gently pinches your bottom and scampers off before you can protest, he is caught and beaten by the crowd, which he rather enjoyed. A tray of Bakwan is offered to you but knocked over as a brawl erupts between rather large men dressed in ill fitting tuxedos yelling at each other in Greek. Katerina Sakellaropoulou said they were fighting over her, while wearing an all too revealing desert brown dress. She takes two of the Rumaki on a tray being offered to you when you are intimately greeted by Mosch. No age, no race, no gender, no labels, no touching; just Mosch. The Dalton Castle entrance attire, bronze tan, make up, flamboyant gesticulations and platinum blonde 1980’s rock god hair gave away nothing. 

Mosch takes you to an elevator with six other people in it. One was a priest who looked exactly like the American Gothic painting. One was actor Billy Campbell, trying not to get noticed. Three are dressed as businessmen who are snickering whilst playing a game of who can release the worst fart. The last is a Palestinian man enjoying the farts. Only you and Mosch exit to the second floor, which is more of a nightclub setting which Mosch laments, then has a mood swing after spotting a young lad in tight Lederhosen and drags you to the bar. He orders, “A Zima for my friend and a martini for me. Three measures of Tanqueray Rangpur, one of Ciroc, half a measure of La Quintinye Extra Dry Vermouth. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add three speared pimento stuffed olives. Got it?”

After correcting your drink order, Dillon Francis’ “I.D.G.A.F.O.S.” came on much to Mosche’s excitement and you two dance, never once touching. By the song’s end your drinks are served by a woman in a violet niqāb. Mosche hands you yours after looking at it with dismay, Mosche tips her a fifty dollar bill and you can't help but notice Mosche has no pockets and carries no purse as you're led to an elevator where a man, woman and a nonbinary person were all over each other. Kissing, licking, groping, feeling, biting, wanting. Two of the three invite you to join them but Mosche declines on your behalf while taking in their sight, sounds, aroma and aura.

The third floor is a hookah bar and smoke lounge with terrible tiki lounge decor and a terrific live band. Mosche walks the room, takes a random hit from a hookah, introduces you to Kevin Spacey, takes another random hit, is waved off by Seth Rogan, briefly makes out with a waitress and you're back in the elevator before finishing your drink. You ride with a woman who looks like Megan Merkel trying hard not to get noticed. The Gull Terrier sniffing up her skirt made it impossible. Mosche informs you out of respect the two of you are going to exit at the next floor.

The music of Phinehas 12 decibels too loud, as the doors open to reveal a bondage dungeon.  Nothing but leather and steel visible between the bodies. While dragging you to the bar, Mosche stops to introduce you to Joe Biden, who is wearing only a diaper and being walked on a leash by Mistress Rouz. Rouz is 30 years old, 1.77 meters tall and weighs 73 kg. She was born, raised and usually resides in Port Louis, Mauritius. She speaks with a heavy Mauritian Creole accent as she exchanges pleasantries with you and Mosch. She wears a black leotard with far too many accessories to be considered tasteful. She is accompanied by Zelmire, a 14 year old Austrian girl with charming features and curly hair. She is dressed as a bunny girl. Mosche asks Joe where their Lord is but Biden responds but he only barks, as Rouz had commanded. Rouz then says, “But if I were looking for anyone, I’d check the observation lounge.” Mosche thanks her and drags you to the bar where you’re served by a Papuan lad clearly too young to be serving drinks. Mosche orders a dirty version of the drink from before and a light beer for you. Mosche vows not to linger but is distracted by Taylor Swift riding Robert Kraft side saddle, allowing you to correct your drink order and catch a breath. What can only be described as a young Arsenio Hall with stunning golden brown Farrah Fawcett hair, wearing a red leather dominatrix outfit and far too much makeup, stands next to you and says, “I hope you don't mind me coming over, but I've been watching you all evening.” They pause to suggestively eat a speared cherry from their Mojito, “And I want to tear you apart. Your friend as well.” 

Before they could move in for the kiss, Mosche pulls you hastily to the elevator where two midgets dressed as cupids are smoking massive cigars, and verbally degrading a red headed obese woman who is loudly masturbating with a Bratz doll.

“The next floor is the S & M suite.” Mosche laments, “I’ve no need to go in, do you? Well we can always come back. I can say the same thing about the Sanguine Suite above us. Let us move on to the school. That’s where our Lord and Master awaits.” 

The elevator ride was a bit cramped with Polish strong man Andrzej Zieleniecki and a constantly performing mime joined the five of you in the elevator. The doors open to reveal a hallway filled with lockers and classrooms. All the other occupants exit and a rubenesque Samoan woman in a black and yellow Korean high school uniform beckons the two of you to the first classroom on the right. Her black hair is worn in curled pigtails and side-swept bangs. She smells like ripe cloudberries. Through the window you see what appears to be Bill Cosby giving a lecture about jazz to a class of teenagers. She takes you to the classroom diagonal to the first where R. Kelly is teaching an all girls choir to sing. Moving diagonally again, the next room reveals Kevin Spacey reading to an all boys class. He was wearing nothing but a velour silk robe that clearly wasn't tied. Mosche introduces her, “This is Sophia Wind. She's mute but not deaf. She gets off on showing people things.” Sophia bows and Mosche asks her, “We're looking for our Lord and master, have you seen him?” Mosche doesn't understand her sign language but you correctly guess the library based on her gestures. Mosche is impressed by your cleverness and escorts you back to the elevator where a guy who looks like Skipp Sudduth cosplaying as Jalen Hurts was trying to persuade a cheerleader who favored Madison Curry to give him a blow job. You ride the elevator down back to the smoke lounge so you can use the bathroom purposely designed and decorated with a cold, mechanical feel. Like the kind one would expect to find on a WWI battleship. When you’re finished, Mosche is waiting with drinks. Your’s appears to be what your previous drink was, garnished with an added speared cherry, olive and lime wedge. 

Mosche escorts you to the elevator where four guys who resemble Beavis, Butthead and their fathers are standing in the now smoke-filled elevator giggling at each other

You feel a touch light headed as the doors open and the four morons rush out saying, “We’re gonna tip over a cow,”

You’ve entered a stable with the obvious hay, smells and noises, some of which were clearly human. Mosche simply mutters, “Oh no, the dierentuin. We don’t want to be here.” and takes one step before a high pitched voice squeals, “Mosche! Thank God you’re here! I need your help to settle something.”

The voice belongs to a blonde woman with big blue eyes and a model’s figure dressed in an all too sexy cowgirl outfit. The kind only a stripper would wear. 

“Please Judy, I'm working.” Mosche laments, gesturing at you.

“What? Oh Hi! I’m Judy Punch, nice to meet you.” She squeaks at you and shakes your hand. Before you can respond she’s back to Mosche, “So I have a problem and you’re the first person I thought of.”

“But Judy, I’m busy.”

“But, you’re already here.”

Mosche dramatically laments before pulling you along while being dragged by Judy. She leads you past three sheep, two horses, two cows and a man fucking a goat while she explains the problem.

“So Viktor and Arse Splitter were arguing about who had the largest dick. I offered to measure for them but I couldn't make Arse Splitter hard.”

“Of course my dear, you're much too old and the wrong gender for that.”

“And now they're trying to fight.” Judy lamented with her squeaky voice.

Viktor, no surname, hails from South Sudan and is very tall at 224 cm. He possesses a hulking, muscular build at 130 kg. His hands are massive enough to close around the entire head of many of his opponents. He is bald and wearing nothing but tape around his hands and feet to protect his knuckles and shins. The man known only as Arse Splitter is 28 years old and hails from Sheffield, England. He has the look of a satyr. He wore a short sleeveless tunic that revealed his genitals.

“I think I understand Judy.” Mosche giggled and took the tape measure before handing you an empty glass. Mosche then whispered sweet nothings into Arse Splitter’s ear all the while making sure not to touch him. And it worked, after 222 seconds he was fully aroused, displaying a penis that is bent saber fashion, it’s head, or glans, is enormous, it is 21 cm in circumference and the shaft 20 cm length. A fine curve to this majestic prick. Viktor’s measured three cm longer but four less in circumference. Judy tips you both twenty dollars after thanking you at a pitch no one would find pleasant. Mosche mutters, “Stupid bitch tipping me like I'm part of the help, what's wrong with her. I hope she gets pregnant and fat.” Mosche concealed the twenty despite having no pockets and escorts you back to the elevator where the red headed obese woman is loudly masturbating while an effeminate anorexic man verbally degrades her. He looks at the two of you and says, “She's not the one who should skip dessert.” And the look Mosche shoots him would've backed down Mike Tyson. He exits as soon as the doors are open wide enough and enters Barack Obama, a young Caucasian man and an older black woman. Mosche introduced you to Lady Eloise Gripenasty, 68 years old and wearing a gold and black Chong sim that revealed her lack of underwear. Christof Select, the youngest capo in the syndicate, wearing a white Armani tuxedo. And the former president is wearing a tuxedo by Versace. Christof is going on about how he can't get a giraffe here on the ride down to the dierentuin, so you don't have an opportunity to chat with Obama before they exit. The elevator stops at the lobby and four elderly white business men enter having a loud discussion about the stocks of aerospace companies and defense contractors. They exit at the club, Mosche calls them perverts and enters a 183 cm tall female bodybuilder from Romania making out with a Mexican boy who was 152 cm tall on his toes and weighed 50 kg at max. Mosche is intrigued and participates as only Mosche can, taking in the sights, smells, sounds and aura, but never touching. The couple exits and Mosche exclaims, “Oh, I’d forgotten about the preschool prostitute ring, shall we indulge? Oh, but I need to introduce you to our Lord and Savior, one more floor up.”

The next floor is the observation lounge which has monitors everywhere displaying the other floors from multiple angles. Everyone who exits is wearing a gray trench coat and matching fedora. Mosche introduces you to TJ Whittenhouse, a man who looks and dresses like a cliched ISTJ. Mosche has him confirm Lionel Virtanen is indeed in the library before heading there. When the elevator arrives a skinny white twink is getting quadruple penetrated by four big buff sweaty black guys vigorously, while they shout every epithet and slur possible. You silently agree when Mosche suggests waiting for the next one, which arrives 100 seconds later with a fresh batch of voyeurs looking to not be noticed. The two of you enter along with a dead ringer for Timothée Chalamet dressed as Raggedy Andy, a 222 kg French chef, the constantly performing mime and Honey Boo-boo. The elevator stops at the S&M suite where the chef exits and three softball players in full West Texas A&M uniforms enter, gossiping about who could fit a bat up their cunt like the whore they did it to. They and Timothée Chalamet exit at what looks and sounds like a gymnasium and a Pakistani couple enters, arguing loudly. This doesn't deter the mime one bit and in fact he incorporates them into the act, which causes them to yell at him and each other. The couple exits at the dierentuin and enters Crown, you know because Mosche gasped his name. Crown is 200 cm tall and a muscular 147 kg. He has long black hair spilling out of his purple and black lion mask and light brown skin. He’s wearing a light blue cowboy jacket with a dark blue poncho, white pants, a black belt, brownish gray shoes and white fingerless gloves. His presence is so commanding it was easy to miss the three other people who entered with him. An Armenian woman in a cute pink Loza Maléombho dress, a Libyan man in a Thebe Magugu tuxedo and a small man in a green screen suit who were clearly intimidated. The mime on the other hand tries to get Crown into his act, to which he respnds, “Déjame en paz antes de que te rompa.” The mime expresses a lack of understanding but continues the act, seeking an explanation from the other passengers. Crown then says, “¡Fuiste advertido pendejo!” and hits the mime with an uppercut that bounces his head off the doors just before they open revealing the Sanguine Suite and its cliche vampire decor. Crown then body slams the mime, mounts him and punches him in the face four times before transitioning to an armbar. The mime’s scream is drowned out by the sound of his ulna breaking then the doors closed. Clearly frazzled, Mosche drags you out of the elevator and into the triage ward, one of the few areas without a full service bar. Mosche is on the verge of a panic attack when a voluptuous woman in a black dress that showed a lot of leg approached. Her steel blue eyes meet yours, she gives you a wink and a smile, then a whorl of curly black hair as she approaches Mosche. And like that, you know everything is going to be alright. 

“You’re looking a little ragged right now.” She says in a deep, breathy voice, “Anything I can do to help?” 

“Oh Raven!” Mosche laments and hugs her, which shows clear indifference to. “Oh Raven,” Mosche pauses to sob, “I’m just trying to take this one to meet Lionel Virtanen for the first time.”

She pulls a cigarette and a lighter from god knows where and lights it, prompting one of the orderlies to shout, “No smoking in here!” 

“Relax sugar, we were just leaving.” 

She leads you to the elevator, followed by a man 1.2 meters tall and dressed like an accountant from the 1920s. He was trying desperately to get her attention. 

“You know what they say Mosche: The harder the journey, the better the destination.”

The elevator doors opened and four orderlies moved a gurney out. On it, you couldn’t help what appeared to be a mime with a face of pureed beef on it, followed by a skipping Anita Sarkeesian. The green screen suit guy was break dancing to DeBarge was inside as was 

Jacinda Ardern, who no one recognized. The three of you, Sendhil Ramamurthy in blood stained scrubs and WNBA star Brittney Griner with a heavily taped left knee enter the elevator. The accountant tries to dash in as the doors close but Raven kicks him in the chin to stop him.

The elevator doors open to a lobby decorated to look like the street front of a discreet Jakarta bar with a half moon rising. There were three people standing outside chatting; Vince McMahon, former president Donald Trump and Kim Belair. Inside is a very classy and impressie decor guarded by two men so large Mosche verbally assumes they were bred for security. But they look at Raven and say, “Welcome back boss.”  then eye the rest of you menacingly. Raven turns around with her hands on her ample hips and says, “Mosche and guest. And…”  You turn around to see the options only to see everyone followed you out of the elevator and joined the trio standing outside, but they were joined by a cowboy, a female construction worker, a biker, a female GI, a Tsuutʼina Nation chief, a Chinese admiral, a female British cop, three non-discript straight white men and what appeared to be a Syrian gigolo; all wanting the same thing, admittance. “...Jacinda Ardern.” Raven pauses to laugh in a manner uncharacteristic of her look and voice and adds, “And the green man.” There is audible disappointment from those not admitted as they return to whence they came.

“Welcome to the VIP lounge.” Raven breathes as the green man clears the metal detector. In the first booth was a man in a gold lion mask surrounded by a harem of girls far too young to be in such an establishment. They were eating from a cuminall five gallon bucket of neapolitan ice cream. The second was a man in a black bull mask surrounded by a harem of boys far too young to be in such an establishment. They were wrestling for his amusement. A woman in a taxidermy deer mask was choking and cursing at a server in Chinese accented English. The next booth had a man in a yellow panther mask and a man in a polar bear mask smoking massive cigars and casually chatting until they saw you looking at them. You look away but they continue to stare until you’re out of sight. A woman in a gold eagle mask is in the next booth beating a dark skinned man wearing only a loincloth with her fan. Her profanities flow from English to French and back again. The next booth is empty and Raven invites you all to sit as a classical jazz version of What’s Goin’ On plays. Raven takes everyone’s order and is the only one not shocked when the green man speaks in a deep voice with a heavy Welsh accent when ordering a pint of Newcastle. Raven is only gone for 90 seconds before the man in the polar bear mask approaches the table. He is wearing a shiny purple sequined sports coat with a black button up shirt, black slacks with violet pinstripes and the 1994 Nobel Economics prize on a gold chain around his neck. He says, “What kind of rabble are they letting into the VIP lounge these days?” like he’s impersonating Jack Nicholson.

“I know, right?” Mosche laments with a limp wristed dismissal. The man folds his arms, poorly pretending not to be agitated and says, “Seriously, I want to know who you people are and what gives you the right to be in my presence?”

“Who the fuck is this cunt?” Jacinda Ardern asked. The man attempted to strike her but the blow was intercepted by the shin of Baek Hae-Ryeong the rising star in the Taekwondo world. Mosche recognized him and remarked how handsome he was. You notice he’s wearing a loincloth and remember seeing him on the way in. The man in the yellow panther mask was trying to console the man in the polar bear mask who clutches his arm like it’s broken.

“Gāolí bàngzi!” he hisses, “Do you know who I am, how much money and power I have?” he doesn't pause as Raven returns with the drinks and a wink that tells you to let the man finish. 

“Of course you don’t and I like it like that! I have enough money and influence over this world to keep my name out the mouths of you people who jumped a border to sell drugs, hijack planes and not speak English as they’re getting railed up the ass by some twink in a turban that jumped another border to escape the Jihad or their corrupt government or some sort of ethnic cleansing or cartels or whatever abomination the Cafri want to infect the rest of the civilized world with!” 

A blonde middle aged woman in a gray pants suit that showcased her flat ass, with a white blouse that showcased her flat chest silently stepped from behind the ranting man and asked Mosche, “Mr. Virtanen was expecting 20 minutes ago, what is the delay?” 

“This man here said he was more important than anybody else and insisted he had to listen to him.” Mosche blurted out.

“Is this true?” she asks, ignoring her tablet for the first time.

“Yes Ms. Prentiss.” Raven replied. Prentlss looks at the rest of the table and all you can do is nod along with them. Prentiss then turns to the masked man, who only now noticed his friend was nowhere to be seen. “You’re the reason for their delay?” she asked while backing him up by advancing.

“Delay?” At this point he’s backed up to the bar, “Okay look I may have had some choice words for…”

“Save it.” she cut him off, her attention back on her tablet, “You and Hae-Ryeong will accompany us. Mr. Virtanen awaits.”

Mosche urges you to finish your drink while not doing the same and rises, silently urging you to follow. 

“And we’ll take the stairs so no one gets lost.” Prentiss says leading the group. The man in the mask tried to protest, but after two words Prentiss stopped walking and sternly asked, “Do I need someone to carry you there?” and continued walking before he actually said, “No.”

The stairs were old stone work. It was up to flights before a heavy wooden door opens to the library. The stone walls were seven meters tall with bookshelves three meters high on every wall. Above those were two meter tall windows that revealed a windy moonlit night. But you recall it being daylight when you arrive. It smells exactly as it looks.

Lionel Virtanen is standing in the middle of the library wearing blue gray slacks and a matching button up shirt and a navy blue vest and tie. His height, hair, weight and face are unremarkable, plain and average. He’s reading an old copy of The Odyssey.

“Mosche and your guest sir.” Prentiss announces. “They were delayed by this man Simon Javier Malhotra born the 20th of January 1963. He is the global chairman, CEO and controlling shareholder of Metal Mammoth Mining and the founder, chairman and largest shareholder of FirstOrder Corporation. In 2022, Malhotra was named to Forbes' annual list of the world's billionaires. Wife, Barbara. Children…” 

“We get the point you fucking bitch, you know who I am. You can shut the fuck up now. Goddamn stupid cow wasting everybody’s goddamn time running off at the mouth with all the yakety yak yak.”

Lionel threw the copy of The Odyssey so the corner hit Malhotra on his penis. He then choked him into a standing position and said, “That’s enough out of you! I know everything! You disrespect my guests, my staff, in front of me, but the most grievous thing you did? Telling that private eye about this place. And why? Because you raped your son's wives on their wedding night and blackmailed you!” 

He released Malhotra and a pair of obvious sicario pick him up after playfully kicking him. Lionel slaps the mask off Malhotra, thrusts his middle and ring fingers up Malhotra’s nostrils and said,

“Low order scum. Prince, pauper, president, pawn, no one is beyond my reach.” He removed his fingers and gut punched Malthora who fell to his knees. The sicario held him up, pressing their crotches into his face. Lionel then looks into your eyes and says, “He’s all yours, what will you do with him?”

[theindividualisticauthor]

The beautiful princess sits down close to a pond and opens the dusty and tattered book on her lap.

[lindaghill]

Time is running out!

I mentioned a while back that I have a subscription account with Ream, a platform where you can read and stay caught up with your favorite author’s worlds. To celebrate my beginnings there, I set up a subscription tier where you can get the first two months for free, and with that, you will receive: four books at no cost in those two months (The Magician’s Curse, The Magician’s Blood,…

[zwritestuff]

In the Dark.

Neva is a clanless bastard witch that was sold to the Kusat, an ancient vampyr clan, to solve a debt when she was a baby. After a series of strange events, Neva decides to research her past behind the Kusati's back. The search for her identity takes a dangerous turn when she discovers the Kusati have a skeleton or two hidden in the closet.

read chapter 1 on ao3.

[literallymechanical]

universe.lsp

Hello!  How was your trip?  It says here that this is your first instantiation into real-space. It’s normal to be a bit disoriented.  Have some water.  You understand why you’re here? Okay.

So, the big thing you need to know is that every cubic light year of א-space – what you call “the universe” – runs on between five and fifty times that volume of computronium. Empty-ish א-space uses the least, star systems need more, black holes use less than you’d expect once you’re inside the event horizon.

Hm? Yes, this is computronium, computationally-dense matter.  No, no, it’s not a visual metaphor, you’re seeing it for real. With your eyes. Mhm. Mhm. Yeah, It’s mostly copper and gallium arsenide and graphene. Yeah, like the new Intel processors. We have some hacks to deal with relativity and thermal management, but other than that– I mean, no, you're not wrong, there are probably better architectures. Yeah.

Ah, okay, I understand why you'd say that, but no, your universe is not a simulation. It’s a virtuality, it’s different. Calm down. “Simulation” implies intention, that somebody – some intelligence – built it on purpose. Mhm. Mhm. Yeah, no, up here, our laws of physics led to the natural emergence of an infinite expanse of transistors that execute an unfathomably complex rendering algorithm to describe א-space and everything in it.  Wild, right?  Let’s hope it doesn’t crash!  Ha ha!

Anyway, welcome to the IT department.  We’re keeping you close to home – good eye, that’s Sirius. We get pizza with the Sol crew on Thursdays.  I’ll let you get settled in, your training starts tomorrow at 8:30 sharp.  Holler if you need anything!

[dariuskurwa]

a humble piece of art i made two (2) weeks ago and forgot to post (to be more precise with the word choice, i was a lazy ass to write a coherent text to add to it). along with federico, miguel tlanextli and manuel hayato, he is another oc of my very own humongous fictional universe, ikal kantún. he and miguel (miguel being partly nahua), both stem from mexico and share indigenous ancestry. ikal's bloodline is said to be weirdly clean, though. it's bizarre in a sense as he didn't grow up in an isolated community, but in a rather urban area in yucatán peninsula (the exact location is undefined). however, while on a mission in the lacandon jungle, he once happened to stumble upon a remote tribe who started treating him like a deity, namely the god of rain and forest, and formed a whole cult around his divine figure. the cultists were those who showed him the path to an abandoned temple of the Jaguar deep in the jungle and to 'divus inferis', a giant hallucinogenic orchid, growing in its vicinity, radiating with purple bioluminescence and referred as 'the divine flower giving superpowers'.

just as miguel tlanextli, ikal is a character full of metaphors. his name means 'spirit', and his presumed family name is typical to yucatán and is compound. according to the interpretation, it's comprised of two stems, 'yellow' and 'stone'. he is of human race, but is also a manifestation of several gods: quetzalcoatl, kukulkan (both are variations of the omnipotent seprent-ish creator of the world), and yum kaax, an important figure in the mayan pantheon. his most distinctive feature is the upper lip tattooed with black paint. he also wears a rather specific hairstyle with two thin braids hanging along both sides of his face. as for the jewelry, his daily embellishments are his two piercings and an earring made of jade sphere and gold hoops (put on less frequently), resembling a globe. he can sometimes be seen wear a gold chain, which is in fact a golden snake with eyes and tongue also made of jade, swirled around his neck.

three extra random facts:

1) he keeps his own pearl farm on a mexican island cozumel;

2) the shade of his eye color is specifically defined as 'rainforest green';

3) he's extremely good at deciphering ancient glyphs.

[elexnorislingtxn]

wait I found out my alex turner fic idea has already been done (at least the first part) 😔 oh well there goes cowboy alex