Forever unfinished. w00t.

( El crappo )

For the non-friended masses... The infamous (HAHA I KID MYESELF)

TROLLSMUT

( Prologue: The Waffley Non-Smut )
( Chapter 1: The Meaty Bit )
( Chapter 2: The Second Coming )

I'm going to hell. w00t~!

It's not just some lazy fucker sitting there. No cuntsack devoid of rhyme and reason, he. Prostrate, prostate. Stomach, back, dick balls kwa.

Fecundity. Open your legs and enter the dragon. Hate the sinner love the sin. Addiction's proclamation of the nation's masturbation. Politicians jerking off on public good. Civil rights drowned in the come of bureaucracy. No lazy fucker, he. No lost soul glued by his own sweat to the chair beneath him, sticking him like a cracked-out mugger to a mundane life of sloth instead of shuffling off this mortal coil like a good little useless bastard. Ego. Superego. Id. The holy trinity of nice words that mean you're fucked up. Society. The ever-indulgent scapegoat of people unwilling to reap what they sow. Bestial sluts reveling in a twisting tantric terror-induced waltz of moral obligation-dodging. Baaaaaah!

Shift. One leg on top of the other. Left on right. Sneakers, keds loafers. Not some lazy fucker, he. Not trapped by the televised bullshit screaming from every channel of that godawful box, a deafening cacophony of acted screams and real tears so similar you'll laugh at it all. Not tricked like the willing masses into believing it's objective, yet it's run by the same corporate clones and head CEOs, every president a lead shareholder in the competition. People unwilling and unable to accept they're holding their own leash, trapped by their own fear of anything real.

He knows, and does nothing.

What a lazy fucker.

Brain-babble. Mai/Anzu Drunken Apartment Sex PWP. Because it assuages my temptations. XD


Can't remember how to cut tag atm because am drunk. haha.



"Sambuka." Mai gave the bottle a shake, "Licorice necter of death and salvation."

Anzu took it when proffered, recoiled when she sniffen, "It burns!"

"Of course it does." Mai scoffed, brandishing two shot glasses and doffing some of the clear drink in each. One shot glass had the logo of a cruise line on it, the other was an advert for something called "Lovelove oil" that Anzu was fairly certain she'd seen somewhere before.

"Now, here's the trick with Sambuka." Pulling a lighter from her corset, she gave Anzu a wry glance. "You gotta light it on FIRE." Nodding, she bent to do so. Anzu watched, amazed how the older woman could make even drunken motions fluid. It must have to do with maturity, she thought... Or maybe she was used to being a little dizzy, what with all her organ-constricting fashion... The train of through was cut off when her eye caught the pale blue flames dancing on the glasses.

"It looks like the discovery channel..." Anzu muttered, taking the LoveLove glass and just watching, inexperiencedly surprised that her fingers weren't burning where they held it.

"You gotta drink it fast before all the liquor's gone. 3-2-1 Go!" And they drank, after a preemtory squeal of, "Blow the fire out first!"

Five shots of teh 'buuuuuuuka later...

Yay sex! Mai boobies mai boobies...

Anzu fumble with the ties, her hands not wanting to do what she told them, mostly because her brain could understand how the simple knots worked right know. Grumbling to herself, she leaned upward, using her teeth to tug on an offending string.

The corset fell loose and Mai's breasts nearly avalanched out, so constrained by the corset. Angry red lines c from the seam crossed the flesh of them, and the inside halfs of her nipples were rubbed almost raw. Anzu looked up, meeting Mai's half-lidded gaze with an incredulous one. "That can't be comfortable."

"It's not. But it's sexy." Mai leaned down, her hair tickling Anzu's face. "But you get used to it."

In a drunken blond tent, Anzu had sudden misgivings about what she was doing.

But then she realized sex was great! So her and Mai played boobie games and fingered each other until the cleaning lady told them Check-out time was in ten minutes. But they had a time to have a little threesome action before leaving the motel. =D

Revised and made a bit more coherent than the first blathering a few weeks ago.

Rated NC-17 for sex. But not happy sex. This is not a happy peice.

Original fic, nameless OCs, STDs, and het.

( Bordello Melody )

Alriiiiiiight, fiddle slighty with options, even though I don't really care. X3

User icons are thus:
http://www.livejournal.com/allpics.bml?user=jacqfic

All are very very old icons that I forgot about for a really long time and am reusing now. The icon's correspond to what sort of writery business will be in the post. There's only three, so it's not that hard.
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Now, first fictioney thing. Nazareth is a muse and an RP character that's been residing in my head for years and years. He's a Bad Guy. Yep. He has sex with things. Sex sex sex.
It's also one of his old RP icons that's posting as a smutpic for the journal. yay.

( Nazareth chapter 1 prelim bit )

Always, ALWAYS, comments, flame, crits, brutal ripping apart of my self-esteem for the case of writerish development is overjoyously welcome.

Mindless praise is also appreciated. ^.~

Hey look! It's a journal for all my creativey waffle.

Yey.