Till the castle comes

I can't take every sketch seriously.

(That's got nipples, Right? Oh well, can't hide my free-the-nipple.)

Such a sweet poem of mythical menace within the erotic twists that lead into a status role play, between two women that lead into a new fight that's riveting.

Emily delivers on a thrill that's enjoyed between two, some other characters insister with the red and white prose of a haunting gothic undertakings.

Such a scary face, a delivery of chills provided with the horror between a bloody monster and a beast, of contrasting conflicts.

Spoiler:

Kill and sexual activity is too made into a beguiling synonym.

For the morbidly curious.

Parasocial Loneliness

24.22 of Pete and Pete

Customer service, friends, can't be made with the modern fable. "I can only treat you like a customer and myself the vendor, that's the way it is."

How do we get grinded within serviceability. Despite the accessibility of commercialism, still the accessability has made everything into more rougher bits. Over and above genre.

Is this how relationships work? Hustle to be the perfect instrument, seo spam and then only to be a commissioner to the commissions. It's always that game, where there's the popular trends towards the next thing. Regardless of the axiology of hustling high pressure of giving the most trending entertainment to what one wants, no demand, merely another product serving to our feet.

Scientific management, that's the thing that treats us like the silliest entertainment product. Only expecting a producer to come pick them up for the next adaptation.

The product the hate-filled anti-LGBTQ pundit

The product for the pleasure of a pin-up

The product for the next advertiser

Business's and logo's can only care about performance metrics, and the immediate logical postivism of the next gig.

Booper Cam Danny

...

Ribbit, this is really awkward, i apologise! You look like a big mushroom from this distance.

So close, like a big snooter, erm, is this how romance happens? Through awkwardness?

Croak, it's an eternal moment that's granted to us, it's not going to last. I'm sorry.

I said it again, ah, ah, this ain't creepy, right. Yet in all the most intimate moments, things seem to most blind with love. Oh, how juvenile it is. Hope my nail ain't scraping.

Booper cam George

Haaaaaah

Haaaaaaah

Yeah, erm, I'm close, Can't see you.

So now that you should look around.

Or something.

Haaaaah

Haaaaah

Quite the snout breather, right? I don't understand romance. It happens, then goes away, you can't justify it the moment as those intuitive feelings shine through with the moment that shines in a moment like this. How in fiction, I could dream of it, it's here now.

So ****erish are Theo's will

Kyro meditates in bed, only thinking of his master.

What happens when the stereotype of sombody who defends the worst vices of a sex industry happenns to hide it on his pedestal?

Where's the respect and dignity of a such a naughty obsessive that only perpetuates the comic side? What a defiler of the flesh market he makes it!

F****** furrys!

I'm sure some of them can see the light, what can make an old man so dark a shadow?

Passion/Calmness, the primal value of erotica

Elation/Arousal/Calm/Sedation

Pi is mislabelled. Excitement could also be considered.

 Of awakening and sleep, so shall the primal energies of arousal we are summoned from the primordial soup that is made, this is the core value of erotica. Of all the storytelling, with our strands and biological mechanism and functions of mechanical cogs, shall spur others.

This is the moment where calmness can become sedation, and where arousal and become invigorating.

Move it towards the romance with love, get romance of the core value. All the core values are explored with the story grid, with erotica though, a really specific expression of story, then it deserves it's own category to help within the dynamic/inertia of the scene being told.

Intelligent compartmentalizing. 🛋️👍

Danny's Gumbo Wash

Wril whirl whirl

Peppermint for a steely gob that's meat to smack'n chew a soft diet, from oatmeal and soup. Fibre from a fruity variety, whirlwind of spit and freshness sticking inside the gob like it's on fire.

Ah, George, hope he's doing his best. How can a frog love like that? Last two girlfriends were awash of mixed feelings that did not make it, Made one out of hate, another a complete ghost. What's on the throat that's made to stick?

Worble worble worble, PTTHTHT!

Can't do any action now can I? He's a sticker upper, I'd have to straight up admit, a rookie like him can't take on the advances and he'd crawl his way back to a community. Focusing too much on his craft can take away from such a way in the first place.

I'm need ta' commit! This ain't going to last. It's not like you find a gem in a pond at anytime soon.

Wanna rp?

Watermarked. Oop.

Kyro's looks up his smartphone, yep it's those messages, from his master. It's an immature "wanna rp" the guy wants to play with him. They ask for a one to one favour.

Then there was that pic that made him hide the phone. He is the high Furry meant to keep his secrets. 

"He's into me." He thought, as he scrolled through his messages, he's not that used to this kind of attention as his previous job. All with short little messages from somebody who you'd think won't give a slither of attention due to his duties, but for Kyro. Is it because of his brawn, or might that explain the traction? This unnatural traction.

An effect that's dulled and part of the job.

Beautifully worthless

Sometimes, when an argument comes along, when the subject you know can only react, one merely knows whatever they say ain't going to happen or make a difference, it's a point where they have to treat people differently. To see if they can stop from the totalizing influence of social media.

It's a beautiful experience that we can all connect on social media in the first place, even if it's corrupted by influencer scam courses. I'm constantly grateful that I get to have this opportunity that I can.

Arguments happen, only a matter of time for to simply have to prudent, positive attitude then move on. Healthy relationships happen. Hate that bounces from the natural to love, such a bounce.

Couch Ground Woes

There thing about having the toy love you back, or the one believing it.

Useless puppet to the machines of this place, a cog of service to deliver the specification of comfort on the moment of the benefit of an old lady needing her entertainment after a long day of hard work.

What can it be without then needs of other that I'm signed on to for such a home that has replaced the other, that council home gone. It's emotional, all settled down into the dusty halls of the new one, one that's made of a work environment that and can't tell life apart.

Figments of a wrinkled grin, of a thank you from my reciprocation, ain't that a charm? As it's all I ask to make the day for another.

Then used and sat on, pushing the air out. Such is a means to be means.
 

Danny's Dip for Theo

This pond is my bath into the world of what I was once, a little tadpole that grew into a series of broken relationships, this big lad now he's seen my message. Croaking me down to the time with works that's he my coach.

The crickets and noise come through the town. Birds sing and work their way as the claiming release of non-pleasure comes from the meditative trance. Broken not by a pulse, by his smartphone beep.

Ah, not to feel any pleasure at all! To feel normal, one with the pond. Something to be into.

Breath in, breath out now, Danny.

My message of what was masquerading as revenge become to be something close to the other's way. Let me ponder and see if this is the right decision. A good time, a good time.

He slipped on the pebble as he dried himself off, ready to announce.

With the sacred drips of love

Love, cliché, samey.

It's the urge to drag through this mess of an internet so what holds each hobbyist and salesperson together.

"Love conquers all" is the reductionistic theme of most commercial romances, the status quo is what it does nest to serve the audiences what they want with fairytale endings. A positive attitude, a love with or without a test that is the blip of this earth that simply pushes towards courtship, both for the prescriptive and cautionary uses.

Raw expressions of rudimentary connection made into eloquence, then refined into interpersonal passion, differentiated by love. Physical/mental. A distinction laid out.

All a dream, Theo

What did field dream about what made him leave that mess be his bedroom desk, he had missed the waste basket! The convulsions got to him to miss, something so disgusting yet oddly enough something deep inside him felt like it was a just punishment right.

His last evening's meal desecrate was there, and he could have look into that for so much long normally he was in so squeamish to this so he left.

"On what abomination did I imagine him like that?"

A dismay of the carpet from what came to a fading vision. Questions with no answers. All surrounding Kyro to be that form to see him that way, that was the question that pierced his mind.

A fantasy Butler made to fit his specifications granted by the gift of Castella's Grace was not something that he could imagine to this day, he had called his other servant to clean this. Not his other servant, too many tensions as it is.

The high missionary that will proselytize for the righteous are not meant to be in such a state anyhow, or a those that who claim to be. The shameless boundaries of Internet clout must be getting to his head, his tail wags for a moment.

All a dream, George

Shower scene, nothing explicit. He has to wash.

Nothing is to the books to this George, that is best to know that his work will never go untold when he woke up to Danny's figment.

It was an overload today as a stream were coming to his imagination in an slew of flurries that he couldn't handle. Now it's all gone, like all dreams go. From his little bed, where he couldn't imagine himself to be now.

He's going to have to take a shower, a long one, a cold one, a desperate one. The formalities of his coaching journey with a retired powerlifter will return, it's all going to be solitary now for him because what takes him before. That's okay because he is not going to be that coach who's got a break the etiquette.

Direct approval Direct denial, he can't beat around the bush and drag this out with such a life like his, he's got to tell him.

Rote erotic machinations

Theo is looking at me, punched by Kyro. Looking dead in my soul, my creation. From a pitiful display of what you'd call a porno.

"Looks like it failed ******, the direct response wasn't libidinal pulling enough." He said, trickling through the digital airwaves now.

He doxed me! With censored asterixs.

"As your brand evangelist, vital to your nonprofit freelance living and revenue. Unmeasured though, you know you can't escape my totalizing presence the moment you pressed publish, from the moment you escaped your pitiful eight-year lurking hiatus." 

The punched nose and dead eyes look at me with responsibility. I'm silent, to be silent in fear.

There was a trickle of blood down my nose.

"Yes, feel that? You need me. If you don't, I'll murder you like the rest. Like the brand time and attention you wasted with that multi leveling marketing group, into dirt!"

 

"Shut up!" I retorted. I forced my desktop off at that point.

Next time I started up my comic, his face had returned normal.

Asheal's Yearning

 That moment of first introduction was so awkward, He really doesn't know what it takes to part of the silver lineage. What a devastation!

The way he presented those blue Rose's though was it a new prace offering or one of Castellas tricks??

That c***

I'll not let it get to me, such a parlor game for response rates like romantic scandal between a impartial bodyguard and his defendant should not be made! I'm the top of the game, Theo said so, he said that even when my legs broke.

I know I have it within me to bring it all back.

Sexual/romance wish fulfilment

 Am I mere sexual fulfilment that an adult needs when he matures? Or that of romantic eudaemonia? Either one may overlap, they must fit within two separate camps. A distinction, one comes into libido, another flying away within a fairytale. Quick fire to the kingdom.

Sexual need between romantic yearning, which is sentimental an which is a worthy sentiment?

One in erotic rap, another within sentimental guff. Sexual gratification ain't romantic serotonin, directly. You see the tension, right? One of body, one of mind.

So why do you persist? Putting a your passion and happiness, bothe conflicting and clashing together, then contradicting and separating.

All surface

Gestural, 10 min.

Kyros has a moment of reflection.

"What are these parties and meetings I oversee Theo for? Not for me. That's for certain.

I cannot fathom a lifestyle chasing social media trends that fill up a certain shareholder's slot of satisfaction? His lobbyist is satisfied.

It's not a cult? They say. Yet they worship a path that's not worthy to decode?
Only easy to measure. East to the melted brains of pleasure."

The bodyguard is relaxing, yet all the laughter of the party is causing a disturbance for his antics.

"A spewing of incoherent jibberish.. and intoxication of the surface."

Kyro's does a jaded look-away from the party that's going on within The Silver Manor. He ponders why does he feel so deeply about such an issue.

My sweet fair chap

The grovelling hooded figure is obedient, kneeling to his beloved. With a smitten look.

"To the holy of us all.

My fair chap, you've been lobbying a fair amount with all this activity. Seeing you bow down to me with my fair agreement.

Between merriment, between the lord, between my guidance.

It all means that, with my privilege, that I use fairly to bring the world of Brickshire together. It's within our best interest that you follow my lead.

My sweet, fair chap. It's all coming together. My wisdom will let me through. What makes us takes us.

You made it through your work of convincing legal institutions and government officials other through your speech, yet you're nothing without me.

Do you submit? Sweet fair chap?"

That couch h

For a while, I've been looking at this couch.

No way will I make an odd fetish my selling point. That couch though.

It's making me feel something in this height of all this couch hyping. It looks odd, it looks bizarre, this couch body is making me feel things unbeknownst to what is before.

What is before is that I really, really like couches.

Like like, it too much, is that a fetish? Out of boredom? Out of spite?

Yet out of all things, there's this middle crevice that my fisheye buttons cannot deattach from.

Yet I keep gazing, with ideas.