No.81
>>10i had the honour of having my face graced by gods cum as the almighty climaxed
his roar of pleasure filled the air and vibrated the land
i, however, refused to stop sucking his dick, and i kept deepthroughting my master,determined
minutes later, he came again. His sperm burst ferociously out of his dick
the current was strong, but i held onto his foreskin tightly
after his sperm flooded the earth i resumed my task
i am the chosen one
No.102
So I'm writing this story about how a nerdy american guy gets isekai'd (that's sent to another world for you none nippon speakers) to a place where he is seen as a great hero and a sex god. My plan is to make some pastiche (that means reference) to characters like Asuka from EVA, Hinata from ナルト and Usagi (That's Sailor Moon for you westerners).
Any tips? I'm worried about copyrite.
Basically his earthly exisetence is he spends his time on image boards (SHOUT OUT FOR YOU NAKAMA xD), LOVES Trader Joes and, more importantly, is an Otaku. So he is able to navigate this world because of his Otaku status, his insight into anime being a way to overcome the obstacles in this new world.
No.279
>>92Does Don post here? I love his channel.
No.286
>>92Looking forward to the neopunk response to this neo-haight & ahsbury.
No.576
>>559link a pdf
I want to read it for free
No.615
I am working on a 2nd book now followup to the one i linked it is more edited and stuff
No.1207
When the final submission date TBC? I just need to edit my shit out but Im procrastinating
No.1208
>>1207feuilletons subs are awlwaies rolling but issue 2 iz p. much set 2 goe 2 print atm - dependean awn hao large ur sub iz i can mayb squeeze eet ean
i would saie if you want a chance to get ur sub ean2 issue 2 you should submit before the 1st week of march is up (so the stroke of midnight on saturday the 6th)
No.1322
FEUILLETON 2 HURR:
https://tvch.moe/lit/res/1315.htmlawlsoe destickyean dis thread 4 un minuto cuz dere's a board discussion generhol goean auwp, will prollie git restickied aftur sum thangs r arranged baot wat ppl wanna c the board b lyk %^s
No.1378
After getting #MeToo'd in 2017 the controversial award-winning comedian turned social activist, Louis C.K. had withdrawn from the spotlight and rumours began to circulate online and in the press. There were rumours that he had travelled to Africa or had died during the BLM protests, but after months of research it became known that he had become a monk and cult leader, and that he and his followers and acquired a large estate in the so-called "Borscht Belt" of the Catskill Mountains. The site had been a former holiday resort, but had now been transformed into a religious commune. Some claimed it was a degenerate and nefarious sex cult funded by Jews, while others discarded this and referred to them as harmless truthseekers with an alternate view on race relations.
In order to get to the bottom of this and confirm or deny the allegations we set out to visit their compound and to talk to the man himself.
Opinion in the nearby town appeared to be heated, though none of the denizens wished to speak to us, or any other outsiders. Only the local sheriff agreed to talk to us, though he had to cut the interview short since he was rather busy at the moment due to the disappearance of two hitchhikers in the nearby Catskill Park. Six young white women had gone missing in the area in the span of just four months. "It began around the time these cultists moved in," the sheriff said. "Of course," he quickly clarified, "I do not mean to insinuate that the two are connected in any way. The two events merely happened to coincide."
With our worries thus put to rest we began on our journey towards the cult's estate in good spirits, eager to speak to the now so reclusive comedian. As we drove along the road we could not help but notice that a great number of houses appeared to be empty and boarded up, while others had for sale signs put up.
A long, winding dirt road cut through the densely forested wilderness for miles and miles. After a while we reached our destination and were greeted by a large portal of solid timber. The name of the former holiday resort had been graffitti'd over with the name "Blackhaven".
We were greeted by a representative we had contacted beforehand, who had agreed to show us around. Our arrival attracted some attention from the members of the cult, who eyed us suspiciously.
As we made our way through the main camp we noticed a large clearing some distance off, and in the middle there appeared to be the remains of a large bonfire. This, we were told by our guide, was the interracial breeding grounds, where they performed certain nameless esoteric sexual rituals on moonless nights to the feverish beating of drums and discordant and cacophonous piping of vuvuzelas.
The once-grand buildings had been reduced to a rather sorry state due to neglect and vandalism. Our guide informed us that they were entirely self-sufficient and had educational programs for the future generations included black history, urban dance, and language (ebonics and pidgin). For the older students there were courses in "Niggerology and Egyptology".
A sort of temple or shrine, where, according to our guide, there was an altar of a highly venerated fetish in the shape of a phallus expertly crafted from imported Egyptian ebony wood. Two Zulu warriors with impressive and rather formidable afros, wearing only lioncloths and armed with traditional shields and spears guarded the entrance. "Ayo! Hol up!" they hollered at us, and our guide informed us that no white men were allowed into the temple, where some kind of ceremony was being carried out with the burning of incense and the ringing of bells and the muffled sounds of rapturous moans of pleasure.
When we inquired about Louis we were told that he had taken up residence in a traditional African mudhut with thatched roof up on the nearby mountain. Our guide told us that he rarely ventured down to the main complex and only oversaw certain nighttime rituals, having handed over the reins to his wife's sons.
It was a strenuous two-hour walk up the mountain-side to Louis' hideout. Situated in a shady grove was a small, windowless one-room hut. When we arrived he was attended by a Nubian witch doctor, who eyed us suspiciously and quickly hurried off, leaving us alone with the controversial comedian.
His head was shaved and so was his beard, leaving him completely hairless. He sat on a mat on the floor, wearing only simple all-black robe. In the dimness of the hut it took us some time for our eyes to adjust, and we were rather shocked by his haggard and sickly appearance. He appeared to have a hard time focusing his gaze or forming sentences. His complexion was ghastly to behold; pallid, mottled and with dark, bruise-like shadows under his bloodshot eyes.
We introduced ourselves and after a ghastly death-rattle laugh he informed us that we are the first "pale faces" to visit him in months.
He strongly forbade any form of artificial light, saying it was an anathema to him, and that he now spent his days in absolute darkness and extreme solitude contemplating and meditating. In a near-whisper he informed us that he was preparing his body and mind for a state of meditation so profound it would induce suspended animation and eternal meditation.
Upon reaching this state of undeath he sincerely believed, and fervently hoped, to become an "eternal cuckold". He had instructed the other followers to do him up in blackface, complete with red lips and an afro wig, and place him in the temple in front of the ebony cock. "I'll be black inside and outside!" he chuckled weakly before nodding off due to extreme fatigue.
To prepare his body for this the former comedian would undergo years of preparation during which he would live only on black bull semen extracted from a white woman's vagina and certain dark-coloured berries and roots to help prepare and preserve his body and mind for eternity. Another important tool to aide him in this process was listening to traditional African folk music, in particular Congolese throat singing, and gangsta rap.
Watching hardcore interracial pornography was another important step in the process, but Louis was quick to inform us that he absolutely denied himself sexual release by always wearing a chastity cage, and despite our protests, made a point of showing it off. He assured us that its key had been thrown away. Constant arousal and desire without release whilst being exposed to hardcore interracial cuckoldry-themed pornography and meditating on interracial breeding, cuckoldry and the very nature or idea of something he termed "Blackness", was the only purpose he as a white man had, he revealed before dosing off or losing consciousness again.
During or interview we were told he had spent the last six months engaging in this process, which had left him malnourished and borderline delirious at times. When his Nubian aides wheeled him around in a wheelchair one was quickly reminded of the Grandfather in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre from 1974.
That afternoon, a van from the main complex arrived to his mountain-side mudhut to pick him up for a special event. The cult had arranged a free showing of Godzilla vs. Kong in the nearby town and we accompanied them there as it was on our way back.
After the screening was over the mood was less boisterous than beforehand, and a contemplative Louis, struggling to stay conscious as he was wheeled out of the theatre murmured some half-intelligible musing on his worldview to us on our parting. He said he was looking forward to seeing the white race die out and the accursed light of the stars and other celestial objects grow faint and eventually die out, plunging everything into absolute blackness.
No.1405
>>1397Yes, indeed! I did draw inspiration from several /truth/-related sources to write that awful thing. When the idea that entered my mind I just couldn't get rid of it till I had hastily written it down. Normally I would just banish it to a folder and never look at it again, but I thought that perhaps some of the /lit/yzens might find it amusing or entertaining, in whole or just bits and parts of it.
Think I've exhausted the cast of tvch related characters to write about now, so I've no idea where to go next, though I would like to try and write something serious, not just hiding behind a masque of parody and pastiche in the style of Poe & Lovecraft.
The Catskill Mountains is the setting of Lovecraft's
The Lurking Fear, and the "Borscht Belt" comes from the fact that the area was a popular Jewish holiday retreat back in the day.
Louis' nefarious cult is partially based on Jim Jones' Peoples Temple and their Jonestown commune, as well as the black supremacist cult The United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors who built a large Egypt-themed compound in rural Georgia.
Nuwaubian nightmare - The Washington Times: https://web.archive.org/web/20020606140404/http://www.washtimes.com/national/20020602-78205684.htmThe Road to Tama-Re: https://web.archive.org/web/20200612130106/https://www.oxfordamerican.org/magazine/item/969-the-road-to-tama-reThe United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors: http://web.archive.org/web/20170718085115/https://www.oxfordamerican.org/magazine/item/970-the-united-nuwaubian-nation-of-moorsLouis' idea of entering a state eternal cuckoldry is of course a perverse bastardisation of the practice of Japanese Buddhist monks to starve themselves to death whilst meditating and entering a state of eternal meditation.
Sokushinbutsu 即身仏 - Japan Portal: https://archive.ph/VnTZU /
https://web.archive.org/web/20120920192420/http://www.jref.com/japan/culture/religion/sokushinbutsu.shtmlEternal saints: The art of self-preservation | Deep reads from The Japan Times: https://archive.ph/MfvR5 /
http://web.archive.org/web/20181019050736/https://features.japantimes.co.jp/sokushinbutsu/ No.1512
>>1378>>1405That was a great read, also Catskill Mountains being both the original place of the Nuwaubian cult and a Lovecraftian setting really helps bridge things together.
I went for a /truth/ adjacent story for the upcoming issue of the Feuilleton too but honestly it's not quite on the same level, it's low grade pulp I hacked together.
No.1535
The phone rang.
SUDDENLYYakuza heard a female voice on the other side of the line.
"Surprised, hapafag? This time I'm going to shut you up for good."
The blood drained from his face. This couldn't be true. How could that autistic French housewife have tracked him down? He always used a mobile phone to post.
"Looks like I have already succeeded.
HA HAHA HAHAHA!" she said almost surrendering her will to her sinister laughter.
"H-how did you find me?"
"TA GUEULE HAPAFAG! You don't talk if I don't tell you to! But to answer your question, you have bought Priscilla albums this month haven't you?"
Y-yes."I was the seller. I know your phone number, your city, your address and even your email now. And even worse, I've located your Suavelos profile. God, I never thought it could be more embarrassing than what you post on my board."
"I LEAVE FOREVER"Yakuza hanged up. "Good. -she told herself- Maybe this time he means it"
The very next day, he was posting on her board again like nothing happened.
https://archive.is/bVHyF