Fantastically wet and also hot. Nobody here is healthy. I enjoyed the delicious wet trransgdender moss growing at the bottom of this awesome slime amphora like top surgery drainage tube sex except i daylight as a giorl so i dont know what thats like. My husband will re-shave my head in two days, because I like it like that, but I have a job thing I have to do the day after, and am gonna wear a wig to it that is specifically the wig that they know me in for that job, and I think if Aqat did this he would keep all the hair and eat it and give it to his friends.
A lot of strong symbolism in biska's clay collection and aqat, malleable and too green to understand the envy and projection molding him, and the trickling sluices of thought and desire that rob him of the opportunity to develop agency, and his inevitably decaying wings, the eroticism of pain and muck when its either that or nothing at all.
The gore, violence, vomit, indulgence, anger, and breakthrough in the final chapter were my favorite parts. The teeth and the iron door and the chase in Onionskin was my favorite part. You both do a splendid job crafting really fucked up relationships and character dynamics, with a lot of layered and complex themes surrounding beauty and ugliness and the cost of innocence and how the self is shaped in these toxic relationships, and all this awesomely hot and articulately rendered creative pain and eroticism of disordered eating (which I like more examples of, it's a yummily difficult topic), but I was missing some of the anger from OO in this. That may be because Aqat as a protagonist feels by defined his lack of anger up until the end, but I would like to see you go totally beastmode and indulgent in writing something that's just mad, because I like it a lot when you do that. Are you holding back on me? I'll find out in Torture Jam