#trippy literature

[theopiumeater]

The Encyclopedia of Psychoactive Drugs Series (various editions)

[xxdrowninglessonsxx]

alice’s adventures in wonderland

[constructbreakdown]

James Joyce: Love Letter to Nora Barnacle

My sweet little whorish Nora, I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also. You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a whore’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly. Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier. JIM

[manicgaypoet]

Love is fucking weird ❤️‍🩹

[howifeltabouthim]

Things were getting dreamy, elongated, metaphysical.

Chris Kraus, from I Love Dick

[vsthepomegranate]

Nog (1968)

by Rudolph Wurlitizer

[romantic-nihilism]

You have brains in your head

You have feet in your shoes

You can steer yourself any direction you choose

[noctivagant-pyre]

Dream Vomit #2

The nothingness spat me out on Liars Street, the moon chilled wind cooling the wet red and snipping off my earthly umbilical. I was in the realm of thought, I thought. A three lane, two way, 600 metre stretch of tar and dust and bone. There were cigarette butts in the potholes and tears in my unblinking eyes. I tried to force them shut with my fingers, the neon red, yellow, green attacked my retinas, a mosquito blew past ripping and burning the hair off one side of my body, my ears pooled then exploded with blood as I perceived my own breathing, a post natal abortion that forced me onto the ground. I was naked, wearing a skirt, a suit, a clown costume and a broken heart. I hated Lucid dreaming.

There is madness and then there is being conscious of that madness, lust and war, blood black sprays and screaming from empty corridors. Too artsy, I said, my jaw bent a streetlight on its way out of my head. I emptied myself, like I was taught by the countless YouTube videos, and watched my fictional flesh fall to its knees, staring at me like food. I turned round to stare at the nothingness again, a colourless, motionless dance, a smothering of emptiness. I put my seven fingered hand out towards it, it etched closer, peered at it, and tasted two. I knew then that there was a devil, and that there was a hell. My real body was probably screaming somewhere in the dark, I wished it screamed, please scream, so someone can wake me up.

I climbed back into the boiling flesh, my bones slid off the muscle as I walked, then ran. The nothingness pounced through dream space, slicing atoms and burning colours as it chased me. I flung my arms, and disintegrated. Panic made the dream worse, it clouded the mind with fear. I knew the nothingness, it claimed millions in their sleep, it was everything I ever wanted, a psychedelic death, sweet mercy from an uncaring god. I felt sweet then sour, then sour then bitter, then sweat, the cotton, then my pillow, then my body. But only felt a third

of my soul.

Fucking hell, I was awake.

[envy-of-the-apple]

I'm 99% sure it was called "Forever Yours" and it was a yandere oneshot series basically of a ton of popular anime boys from the time. The ones I remember were the Tokyo Ghoul dude, there were some Death Note guy chapters, there was the ML from Kamisama kiss, OH and the white haired guy from Psycho-Pass. There were like 50 chapters. It had probably a million likes or something it was INSANELY popular.

Ryntymy also had some other ongoing fics (and a ryntymny/reader crack fic, god, love them for that), but god it's soooo hard to remember.

i DID find a post about one of the fics i knew of that was actually REALLY GOOD that you would have LOVED (it was very similar to saltburn although it's quotev so this yandere was ofc pretty tame):

https://www.reddit.com/r/Quotev/comments/1b652gu/trying_to_find_old_x_reader_fic/

as for what's still up... hm. i do remember parallel ink, and also psychadelic peanut (they had this really trippy izaya fic):

https://www.quotev.com/story/9754667/Unfortunate-YandereIzaya-Orihara-x-Reader/1

AH parallel ink wrote kingdom of possession, which i DO remember:

https://www.quotev.com/story/6759314/Kingdom-of-Possession-Yandere-King-x-Reader

and there was this one series that was ACTUALLY quizzes, which was neat:

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8085561/Out-of-Sight-Out-of-Mind

this one was a pretty fun sort of mystery style thing:

https://www.quotev.com/story/11260294/Seesaw/1

and this one was like. formative for my longing for pathetic masochistic men. i wasn't super into it back then but THE SEEDS WERE PLANTED:

https://www.quotev.com/story/8901227/Then-Came-You-Sadistic-Reader-x-Yandere-Character-One-Shots/2

SEESAW????? I lovedddd that fic so so much ahhhh it was amazing!!! the fic put me in so much denial cuz i was like 'its him! wait no its not him? wait it IS him? no wait-' very very entertaining

speaking of murder mystery yandere fics...there was this one where the reader was isekaid onto a train and quickly pieces together that all of the passengers resemble ppl from this book they read years ago...except they cant remember the ending aka they dont know who the murderer is. pretty sure the author deleted it but it was good!

its so funny you mention psychedelic peanut cuz i remember they got canceled???? actually...pretty sure parallel ink did too...as well the rest of their clique....and thats why i zipped outta the quotev yandere community!

actually that one aot isekai i was talking about was hosted on quotev! pretty much the height of literature, there's no competition. if i dont find it im just tempted to just rewrite it.

Curse of a Broken Promise is still up there and i think it still holds up! its a yandere kaneki ken fic and the writing is so....whimsical? idk how to explain it but it whenever i read it i always felt so sad. good read!

Imperishable affection (yandere!mafioso x reader) is ALSO written by the same author. basically yandere mafia boss guy threatens you into loving him or else your family dies yada yada so ofc the mc does. for a quotev yandere fic its pretty dark actually.

You Need Me (Yandere Manipulator x reader) THIS was the fic that brought me into the yandere thing. and the author used to update EVERY day so this whole this was an event. and the TWIST i remember being 14 and gasping like 'omg he did EVERYTHING???' very very good

If you want a izayax reader fic whos author WASNT wierd might i suggest Twisted Obsession. Beautiful writing. Its better than most ao3 writing actually and wayyy above mine. I love the way this author characterizes Izaya in this and the backstory for why hes so strange is pretty believable. like i fully believe it should be canon.

Savior Complex is an aot isekai where the mc gets whisked into a yandere sim where Petra is the love interest and the rest of the aot cast is obsessed with her. but we can all guess what happens. pretty good tho!!!

BUT EVERYONE GO READ PRETTY its a gojo x LATINA READER AHHHHHH YESSSS. i just LOVE LOVE LOVE the way this author writes. its so poetic and there's so much left up for interpretation.

[squid-n-sunfish-express]

can we please just appreciate how trippy ORV is as a novel for us readers, especially those of us who are willing to sit through/have sat through 500+ chapters for a series. it's not spoken about enough that this really is a gripping experience. It's not the most mind blowing piece of literature but the immersion is so deep that it's somehow better like that.

all plot points felt like sheared threads until we hit the latter parts of the novel. it was so helplessly the way twas was for Kim dokja. A novel that repeatedly goes from one scenario to the next and has you racking your brain by how many random manoeuvres and lengthy expositions it has - flashback to Kim dokjas commenting on wanting to skip certain scenarios because they're too long.

But all of it is so necessary to truly understand what it means to have a novel like this dig its fingers inside your chest and make you feel things. It revitalises the human experience. It's tragic and scary and painful and makes you feel loved.

we continued to read the story because we loved it in our own ways. whether that be wanting to know what happened next or because that imagery was too gripping to step away from. we were gifted that fresh desire that kdj felt and that's just so trippy.

after the reveal that the essence that is Kim dokja and his unbridled desire to see things through to the epilogue, and that this essence was the undercurrent that drives the universe today, is so palpable to all of us readers in this day and age. Orv being in dokjas unreliable perspective whilst reminding us that we're still reading because it's a him thing to do, really sells the "we are the fragments of Kim dokja".

It was crafted so we were put in his shoes from the beginning. we've been reading the story so it exists and we finish it understanding why WE exist. Does that mean if we read our own stories, we can continue existing? Wasn't that the purpose of hsy and yjh scattering orv into world lines so we'll find the Kim dojkas in ourselves?

I think it's important to remember that dokja really is "reader". those of us who read the novel translated cant fully grasp how we were told since day one what our role was in the novel. we were the readers so the story could exist. TELL ME THIS ISN'T TRIPPY IM LOSING MY MIND

[theopiumeater]

[skittlespizza]

poking you like a cat, what's pathologic about? ^_^ like generally story-wise

HEHEBE OKAY WAIT SO it's about a town more than anything. The town is calles the Town-On-Gorkhon (Gorkhon = River in the Steppe language)

Here's some screenshots from the second game. The entire story focuses on the town as it's ravaged by a plague called the sand pest. The game itself is weird, trippy and no one speaks right. Has a huge cast of characters, several queer side plots and more.

This intro is from the first game. It introduces you to the main characters you play as.

Daniil Dankovsky, the one with black hair and the gloves is the first protagainst. He's a doctor who wants to cure death and goes to the ToG to try and talk with a man who's "supposedly" immortal. He dies before Daniil can talk to him. He plans to go home afterwards but then the plague- the Sand Pest- begins to spread and the trains halt. No one is allowed in or out. He spends the game being manipulated by those in power. He's annoying, he's awful, he's a bitch bastard who is incredibly selfish but deep down he has a heart of gold. His story is about Capitalism and how it kills passion. How politics uses people as pawns and how we have no control over what we can and can't do under a dictatorship. This game was made in Russia for context. Daniil is a complex character rooted in self doubt, self worth and even his racism. He's not a good person but he tries.

I didn't mention this earlier, but when you aren't playing as one of the healers, they still do their own things and follow vaguely the same story but make all the worst choices. Artemy is a mixed race indigenous man who is returning home after years studying at the Capital (same place that Daniil comes from). He's the son of Isidor Burakh- one of the people that Daniil wanted to interview about immortality. Artemy is immediately accused of Patricide and spends the game trying to clear his innocence, balance his life between his indigenous Kin roots and his whiteness. His father was the folk medicine doctor to the Kin and left all his stuff to Artemy. Artemy is a story about family and love more than anything. He adopts two kids, helps unite the town and Kin (or in the 2nd game, he's forced to choose between the two), while also dealing with the grief of losing his last family member.

Clara is my favorite. She's a girl who- well. Okay. To put it simply, she woke up in a grave and suddenly has consciousness but no memories. No identity (wow) and is forced to deal with the adults who use her. She has the magic ability to cure people of the plague but in turn, she takes on their pain. Clara is a story about teenage abuse. The adults in the Town use her for their own gain. She's neglected, called useless, forced into homelessness and has the weight of the world on her shoulders because the adults can't take care of her. She's also expected to cure the plague as well. She has always been my favorite and means so much to me for so many reasons but especially if you have a disassociative disorder. She has an evil twin sister who does things in her name and she can't control it. She is an ocd allegory. She's a teenage abuse allegory. She's a girl trying to find her identity when all the adults push labels onto her.

The game itself is a survival horror game. I highly recommend it if you like stories about the plague, russian literature, theatre or philosophy. All of the side characters mean a lot to me too, Anna Angel in specific. Quick thing though, the game is REALLY FUCKING DIFFICULT and unfair. If you know the game F&H imagine that as a first person survival game. The game is not easy and that's the point. You will kill, you will rob and you will do awful things just to live. You're in a hopeless town that wants you dead. You are nothing but a human. A doctor.

Beautiful game, amazing soundtrack, wonderful characters. I've loved this game for four years now and no game will ever mean as much as this game has and 100% you should watch a video essay on it.

[catboybiologist]

haiiiiiiii :3

can i have some book rec’s?

i will give u some good one:

princess bride

stormlight archive

old kingdom series

I recently read "Your Body is not Your Body", which is a collection of body horror short stories written mostly by queer authors. Some are fantastic, some are eh, some you can't decide if they're good or bad.

If you want something classic, I also recently read A Portrait of Dorian Grey, but I'm sure that's a common recommendation for any queer literature circle lmao

I always love recommending classic sci Fi short stories. Two of my favorite books of all time are Rendezvous with Rama by Arthur C Clarke, and the original I, Robot book by Isaac Asimov.

I'd love to give those a try! But tbh if anyone has any recommendations for shorter, trippy, punchy novellas and short stories, especially in sci fi and horror, I eat that shit up. Lovecraft, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke, HG Wells, and Stephen King defined most of my tastes when I was a teen and young adult. Basically what I want is Asimov or Clarke, but queer lmao

[celestialmantdonna]

Get to know your mutuals better meme

Last long I listened to: Shots in the Dark by Iann Dior

Currently watching: I just finished my fourth Vikings rewatch and now I'm halfway through rewatching Into the Spider-verse before I rewatch Across the Spider-verse as well

Spicy/savory/sweet: Depends entirely on what I'm craving tbh! It's a tie XD

Relationship status: Single

Current obsession(s): Stop motion animation, the creative process of writing fiction, tiramisu... and it's practically the spooky season so horror literature and Halloween makeup tutorials!

Bonus bonus bonus: Okay so since it says "bonus" 3 times I'm gonna write 3 things

My dreams are trippy, I don't need a fever to get fever dreams

English is my third language and what you see here is me trying not to derp it

I can hear the bass in a song. I wouldn't include this but apparently not everyone can so idk shout-out to bass players

tagged by: @glitchexmachina (thank you!)

tagging: @guardian-rocket @tarnishedxknight @legends-and-savages @the-mjolnir-owner @rocklandjbrin and anyone who wants to do this!

[urmumsstuff]

Yet another drabble

The cart kingdom wasn't what she expected. Oh sure she had read plenty of storys about it. Journey to the west was a big part of Buddhist literature even if people didn't realize it. Plus her brother went through a bit of a phase...

So she knew damn well what the boys were doing when the monk went to sleep

"Grab me something with chicken if there is any please? I want something other then veggies" She heard them still and they looked at her she could feel their stares.

"What?"

"Your gonna go eat offerings at the temple right? Bring me something with meat in it or I don't know just something better then what we have been getting" She waved her arm

"You aren't coming with?"

"No I want to be able to deny being involved the food you give me is to not wake trippy" She peeked a gray eye at the boys "unless you want your master awoken?"

"This is why your single"

"You gonna accept or do I need to wake the monk?"

They quickly agreed to bring her a bowl of food. Which they made good on and told her how Wukong got the three immortals to drink a fake immortality elixir made from his piss.

That got more then a few laughs from her as she finished the meal enjoying the quality of it no doubt royals had something to do with it.

[cryingoflot49]

Book Review

Counter-Clock World by Philip K. Dick

Life is uncertain. Our perceptions of reality are shaky, incomplete, distorted, and inaccurate. If we use our perceptions of truth as a basis for making decisions and plans of action, how can we possibly know if we are doing the right thing or not? We can’t so we just do what we think is right and hope it works out for the best. This is the central, unstated theme of Philip K. Dick’s Counter-Clock World.

Sebastian Hermes is at the center of it all. He lives in a future time when dead people reawaken and rise from their graves and after being reborn they get younger with the passage of time, eventually becoming children then infants and returning to the womb. Sebastian runs a business, assisting people as they return to life then selling them to whoever will be their caretaker for the immediate future. One night while working in a graveyard, he realizes that the leader of a religious cult called the Uditi, named the Anarch Peak, is about to come back to life. Sebastian realizes this is an opportunity to make a huge amount of money, so he helps to resurrect the Anarch Peak, but not everything works out as smoothly as he plans.

The antagonist of the story is the Library which is run by a secretive group called the Erads. Their mission is the control of information and they operate by erasing and destroying all works of literature that they decide are harmful for society. They realize that the Anarch Peak is about to return, so they hatch a plot to kidnap and assassinate him before he can spread his religious message further than it already has. They know his return will be even more important this time because during death he would have had direct contact with God. The Erads send a charming and beautiful woman named Ann Fisher to seduce Sebastian Hermes while an attempt on the Anarch Peak’s life is made since he is being held in the care of Sebastian’s office building. Ann Fisher’s plans get spoiled because two secret agents from Rome tip Sebastian off to her plot. These Romans are most likely unstated representatives of the Catholic church who have a vested interest in getting a hold of the Anarch Peak.

At this point in the book, it becomes obvious that this is an action/thriller story with science-fiction trappings and theological undertones. Since the world moves in reverse, people disgorge food rather than eating it and they blow smoke into cigarette butts which elongate until they can be put into a pack. The climax of sex happens when the male’s sperm separates from the egg and returns to the man. There are other science-fiction details like flying cars, robot people, and exotic high-tech weaponry. None of this feeds directly into the main point. The author wanted to write a story about resurrection and made time flow in reverse, then added these details in to make it feel more complete and maybe a little more trippy like some mind-blowing window decorations. This was written in the late 1960s after all. These details, aside from the dead returning to life, are more or less just gimmicks. But at least they are unique and interesting gimmicks. The theological conversations and meditations on the nature of time and mortality are not terribly original either and seem to be tacked onto the story to give it a more mystical atmosphere.

As the story progresses, the actual theme of the book becomes a little less obscure. That theme, being the uncertainty of our perceptions and the inability to understand the consequences of our actions, can be seen in how the action unfolds. While there are a lot of sub-themes throughout, one thing becomes clear: Sebastian is faced with a series of choices in which the uncertainty of the outcomes make it difficult to judge what the right plan of action should be. This can be seen in his attempts to negotiate with the Romans and the Uditi who both want him to turn the Anarch Peak over to them. This culminates in Sebastian’s attempt to rescue the Anarch Peak and his wife Lotta from the fortress-like Library which is held by the Erads. It seems that whatever he does in this situation, it will be the wrong thing from both a personal and a moral point of view.

To confuse matters more, Sebastian Hermes begins having dreams and vision in which the Anarch Peak visits him as a spirit and gives him information and instructions. Sebastian has no way of knowing if these are real or hallucinatory, but the Anarch Peak gives him one significant piece of information. He tells Sebastian that he is the most important man in the world. At this point, you can not tell if Sebastian is losing his mind or not. It appears that world events of religious and historical importance are happening all around him and maybe he is some sort of Christ-like figure that has been chosen as a messenger for God. But maybe this is all a delusional compensation for the way he keeps digging himself deeper and deeper into trouble by making decisions that are morally and pragmatically of a dubious nature. He may be somebody with a divine purpose or he may be a complete loser having delusions of grandeur to save his fragile mind from sinking into self-destruction.

What is truly great about this book is the way you see this whole mess from Sebastian Hermes’ point of view. His confusion becomes your confusion and the fact that, despite all his screw ups, he remains a sympathetic character to the end because he is motivated entirely by pure intentions and honesty. What are the ethics of this? Do insanity and honesty cancel each other out? If Sebastian isn’t insane, do his failures cancel out his purity of intent? The story leaves you hanging without any clear answers.

As enjoyable as this book can be, it isn’t one of Philip K. Dick’s major works. The biggest flaw of the book is the inconsistencies of the time-in-reverse premise. While food is disgorged and cigarettes are un-smoked, bullets don’t fly out of people’s bodies and back into guns. The flying cars move forward. People don’t run or walk in reverse. Even worse, when people get shot or blown uo they don’t return to life the way people in their graves do. And how could the plot even move forwards in a world where everything goes backwards? Why can’t the characters even predict what is going to happen next? If you think about this too much you will ruin the experience of the story. It is just better to accept these flaws without dwelling on them too deeply. You actually have to do that if you expect to take anything away from the story.

The idea that we can never know what is real with any certainty and therefore can never know what to do with any certainty is the same theme that animates Philip K. Dick’s earlier novel The Man In the High Castle. He just transplants that idea into a totally different setting and plot line. Counter-Clock World is also a lot more entertaining. The way you can feel Sebastian’s confusion while he maintains a calm and certain exterior is a strong point and the story moves along nicely too, even if the main theme is obscured under all the details. This isn’t one of Philip K. Dick’s most popular novels, but it possibly is his more underrated.