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4.59 AVERAGE
4.59 AVERAGE
adventurous
challenging
dark
funny
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
BEAUTIFUL TORTUROTICA. A MASTERWORK. I CANNOT ACTUALLT EVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS NOVEL BECAUSE IT IS SUCH A GRAND HIGH DEPICTION OF THOSE WHO SLINK UNDERFOOT AND THOSE WHO STOMP HARD WHEN THEY SEE WHAT SLINKS, AND BOTH INSUL AND TRIANON ARE PERFECT SHATTERED MIRRORS IN FOIL OF ONE ANOTHER. THANK YOU PORPENTINE
how it feels to be the only transgender in the mosh pit
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Porpentine Charity Heartscape definitely has her finger on the pulse of that nebulous intersection between trauma, queerness, and neurodivergence. She has particular skill for evoking the mental incongruence of being in a brain and body that feels out of step with the world. Her ability to sit with the discomfort of shame and desire that can often follow abuse is what elevates this book above what would have otherwise been yet another self published splatter punk smut novel. This is a decidedly cruel and tasteless book. I wouldn't recommend it to most people, but there are few books in the genre that are this deftly crafted and it's worth your time if the content warnings don't scare you off.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Ableism, Animal cruelty, Animal death, Bullying, Drug abuse, Eating disorder, Emotional abuse, Homophobia, Mental illness, Misogyny, Physical abuse, Racial slurs, Rape, Self harm, Sexism, Sexual violence, Torture, Toxic relationship, Violence, Excrement, Trafficking, Kidnapping, Mass/school shootings, Car accident, Murder, Gaslighting, Dysphoria
sharply observed, terrifying and suffocating. oenone's quotidian evil on one pole and insul's outsider evil on the other. im neither gamer enough nor white american to truly identify whether the subcultural texture is actually accurate but it seems insane. nietzschean in its bleakness.
that bit was when the hierarchy of insul - oenone - trianon was set out explicitly? can see why its in transmisogyny and faggotization canon.
that bit was when the hierarchy of insul - oenone - trianon was set out explicitly? can see why its in transmisogyny and faggotization canon.
challenging
dark
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
seminal piece for the burgeoning transwomen guro fujoshi field
dark
emotional
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Crazy good, start to finish. Hugely enjoyed. Top-tier romance.
dark
funny
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Loveable characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
funny
reflective
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I feel like I could rate this 5 stars. I might. There was a lag in the middle section that felt like it took away from how live wire and addicting this felt to read but if it haunts my brain long enough I might just give it the .5 anyway.
This actually is a modern classic. Emphasis on modern: this is a blood soaked time capsule for everything wrong and damaged with the kids right now. It’s a The 21st century Breakfast Club where everyone’s either a school shooter or a faggot or both. They’re going to read this monstrosity in 30 years call it a window to a different time. A greasy, peeling slur stickered window. Fight Club for fujoshis.
This thing is grotesque, insulting damaged, and actually funny. There’s a scene involving 20 drive through salads that might be the funniest thing I’ve read in years. It’s smart, self-aware, and the author is clearly getting off on how gross it all is. Which pisses me off a little, because I was too. It always has the opportunity to be brainless and embarrassing and it never is and it should be. A little. It’s just well written enough to never drink its own kool-aid into incompetency.
Insul might be the only good sadist this genre has ever produced and it’s because he’s just so pathetic and worthless you really see him for the human being he is instead of a knife wielding dick on wheels. It’s refreshing, but also it makes you realize why the women who write twink torture porn never give their evil sexy tops a rich inner life. Because it’s not really hot the type of person you’d need to be in order to chain someone to your radiator. This book is brave enough to say that. I do think the majority of this book’s audience will relate with the pathetic twink in the dress (as they always do! the top shortage of fucked up yaoi enjoyers is real and alive and is never going to die) I personally though, really understood Insul as someone who once wanted to chain a pathetic guy to my radiator just so he could see me.
At its heart it’s both a love letter and deconstruction of the jock sadist meets twink he wants to chop the legs off of genre. It loves its source so much, and gleefully hacks it into tiny technicolor pieces.
The last third of this book is so predicable but it goes about it in a way that absolutely isn’t it. It’s got balls. It’s so fucking weird. I inhaled it like someone else’s birthday coke. I kind of want to stop thinking about it but I don’t think I can.
Read this book. Or don’t? Depends on your search history I guess.
(I can handle pretty much anything a trigger warning can throw at me. I inhale sludge for sexual gratification but the sexual assault scenes in this felt like reopening an old wound and that’s probably the highest praise I can give to a rape scene.
These type of books never really understand what it’s like to be raped - actually - but this one
does. So do with that as you will.)
This actually is a modern classic. Emphasis on modern: this is a blood soaked time capsule for everything wrong and damaged with the kids right now. It’s a The 21st century Breakfast Club where everyone’s either a school shooter or a faggot or both. They’re going to read this monstrosity in 30 years call it a window to a different time. A greasy, peeling slur stickered window. Fight Club for fujoshis.
This thing is grotesque, insulting damaged, and actually funny. There’s a scene involving 20 drive through salads that might be the funniest thing I’ve read in years. It’s smart, self-aware, and the author is clearly getting off on how gross it all is. Which pisses me off a little, because I was too. It always has the opportunity to be brainless and embarrassing and it never is and it should be. A little. It’s just well written enough to never drink its own kool-aid into incompetency.
Insul might be the only good sadist this genre has ever produced and it’s because he’s just so pathetic and worthless you really see him for the human being he is instead of a knife wielding dick on wheels. It’s refreshing, but also it makes you realize why the women who write twink torture porn never give their evil sexy tops a rich inner life. Because it’s not really hot the type of person you’d need to be in order to chain someone to your radiator. This book is brave enough to say that. I do think the majority of this book’s audience will relate with the pathetic twink in the dress (as they always do! the top shortage of fucked up yaoi enjoyers is real and alive and is never going to die) I personally though, really understood Insul as someone who once wanted to chain a pathetic guy to my radiator just so he could see me.
At its heart it’s both a love letter and deconstruction of the jock sadist meets twink he wants to chop the legs off of genre. It loves its source so much, and gleefully hacks it into tiny technicolor pieces.
The last third of this book is so predicable but it goes about it in a way that absolutely isn’t it. It’s got balls. It’s so fucking weird. I inhaled it like someone else’s birthday coke. I kind of want to stop thinking about it but I don’t think I can.
Read this book. Or don’t? Depends on your search history I guess.
(I can handle pretty much anything a trigger warning can throw at me. I inhale sludge for sexual gratification but the sexual assault scenes in this felt like reopening an old wound and that’s probably the highest praise I can give to a rape scene.
These type of books never really understand what it’s like to be raped - actually - but this one
does. So do with that as you will.)