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WAS MIKU BINDER THOMAS JEFFERSON NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU????
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You should learn by now that degenerates will stoop to any and all lows, there is no such thing as rock bottom for them.
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I have to tell you, when I saw a warning for “brown humor,” coprophilia was not what I was expecting
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Here's a fic about a trans Futaba Sakura. Trans headcanons aren't anything new. Neither is a troon looking at Futaba and thinking, "Wow. She's just like me."
The fic.
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Surprisingly, programming socks are never mentioned. Titty skittles are, though. Onto actual horrors.
Akechi Goro goes full Dahmer.
the fic.
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There's a tag for Boku No Pico.
The fic.
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Surprisingly, programming socks are never mentioned. Titty skittles are, though. Onto actual horrors.
Akechi Goro goes full Dahmer.
the fic.
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There's a tag for Boku No Pico.
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I wonder what's the deal with that crossover fic with Monokuma from Danganronpa at McDonalds though.
Speaking of Danger Grandpa:
And if you really insist on reading it...
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He survives, not canon.
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>Diavolo almost freaking dies while giving birth in the back of Kira's car
Already we're in for a fucking ride. Now all we need is an oviposition fic featuring Kars. You know it's real. Don't lie to yourself.
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If this isn't the best (worst) case of be careful of what you wish for, then I don't know what is.
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Have you ever read a fanfic so utterly physically repulsive that you can't help but ask "What the fuck is wrong with the person who wrote this? Who hurt them? Are they okay?"
For me, that fic is Flightless and Bullied, a Kid Icarus fanfic that is an amalgamation of all things that could instantly taint the remaining innocence of all who come across it.
Every horrible, morally unsound fanfic trope is there. Graphic depictions of rape, kidnapping, shota, non-con, physical, sexual, and emotional violence, selfcest, it's got it all. And even worse, it has a fucking sequel, Betrayed and Taken, which is unequivocally worse than the first.
If you like suffering, knock yourself out.
For me, that fic is Flightless and Bullied, a Kid Icarus fanfic that is an amalgamation of all things that could instantly taint the remaining innocence of all who come across it.
Every horrible, morally unsound fanfic trope is there. Graphic depictions of rape, kidnapping, shota, non-con, physical, sexual, and emotional violence, selfcest, it's got it all. And even worse, it has a fucking sequel, Betrayed and Taken, which is unequivocally worse than the first.
If you like suffering, knock yourself out.
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Ever wanted to read about Zack and Cody getting abused by their dad? If so, seek help.
Innocence Stolen or Stolen Innocence. Whatever. Title's like Hatred's protagonist, Not Important. 24 chapters that were hopefully written by a teenager and not a disturbed adult.
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Innocence Stolen or Stolen Innocence. Whatever. Title's like Hatred's protagonist, Not Important. 24 chapters that were hopefully written by a teenager and not a disturbed adult.
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Please share them. I want to be traumatised by them - for science of course.
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Why do you fuckers subject yourselves to the hellhole that is an autistic basement dweller's mind?
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Why is a raven like a writing desk?
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We're all secretly masochists.
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That too.
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Speaking of masochists, the thread is dry so I figured you would all enjoy being subjected to the pain I have suffered with for 8 years now knowing THIS is still on the internet. As @Beluga said, for science. I haven’t taken my old account down because there is still some nostalgia in it, even if it makes me cringe inside out, so I’m posting it in text under a spoiler. One I can handle sharing to point and laugh at, 18 I cannot.
Story complete with such tropes as
-smirks
-stuttering
-husky whispers
-incoherent formatting
-men getting hard and cumming in record yaoi time
-parenthesized comments from the author, because I thought I was funny
for your reading pleasure.
Without further ado.
"Sixteen now, huh? I remember my sixteenth last year...didn't get shit." Dally laughed as he flicked his cigarette onto the ground and crushed it nonchalantly with his foot. Johnny cast his gaze to the side. The gang had all gone home around eleven o'clock to get some sleep before school and work, but it had been a great party. Not too loud, but funny as hell. Sharing his birthday with the love of his life as well was far more than enough, but a small part of him felt empty.
"I just wish my parents gave a damn, you know?" he whispered. The swearword was uttered a little softer, like he was hesitant to say it. Dally glared towards the ceiling. "Who needs the lousy bastards? My old man thought leaving the house for the night was the best gift a kid could ask for. Guess it was, really, or I wouldn't have gotten it on with that sweet broad...”
Johnny thought for a second. Dally had never dated a decent chick in his life, merely let her check out his muscles and then some. As for him, he'd hardly spoken to a girl before and that was just fine. His eyes were devoted to his friend.
"What's it like, Dal?" he asked tentatively. "I mean, not the whole sex part but just being with a girl." Dally chuckled and pondered the question for a moment. "Aside from the whining, bitching, giggling and fights? None too much to be proud of, really." His heart lifted a bit. Maybe there was a remote chance that he was like him.
But Dally was clever. He could tell by the deep blush on Johnny's face, the way he shifted his eyes, he was hiding a question. And there was a pretty fair guess to what that was; "Are you gay?" Typically Dally would beat the everloving shit out of anyonewho asked him that, even Darry. But there was something about Johnny's appearance, something about that kicked-puppy teen he loved so much that he almost wanted to admit it.
"I was just wondering 'cause...I mean, I don't really like girls all that much." he mumbled. "Well, what do you think of me?" Dally asked with a coy smile. Johnny's eyes widened and he glanced away, blushing madly. "It's, um, I just think...you're, uh, I mean...nevermind." he stuttered.
"Kid, you've still got cake on your cheek." Dally grinned. Before Johnny could raise his hand to get it off, he leaned over and licked it off with his tongue (NO, I THOUGHT HE DID WITH HIS FOOT). The wind was practically knocked out of him. "W-W-Wha...Why did...I-I could've gotten it m-myself..." The normal whisper he spoke in was now practically silent. Dally bit back a smirk.
Without hesitation, he placed his hand upon Johnny's. "I didn't catch what you said earlier. What do you think of me?" The way Johnny shook was almost humorous to him, but he didn't laugh. Instead, he just grinned seductively.
"I-I was gonna say...w-well, it's s-s-stupid."
"Want me to tell you first?"
"Huh? Uh, go ahead."
"I think you're the cutest guy I've ever laid my eyes on." With that, Dally wrapped his arms around him in a warm embrace. Johnny's mind went blank.
"D'you mean it, Dal?" he inquired, miraculously speaking full sentences. "Would I lie to you?" The two of them sat for a moment, locked in each others' arms, before finally Johnny felt something.
"There's something hot pressing against my leg..." he murmured. Dally feigned surprise. "Don't think I didn't feel you on my hip." he said. Johnny looked away and crossed his legs.
Still, despite his modesty, his arousal was getting painful. He stared into Dally's eyes and said bluntly, "I need you." Not for the moment, but forever, they both knew. Dally slowly unzipped his jeans for him and rubbed his hand on Johnny's inner thigh. Even that made him shiver.
He lowered his head and Johnny shut his eyes tight, embarrassed and yet turned on at the sight of Dally in such a position. A soft whine escaped his lips as Dally's mouth took in his erection, sliding up and down. Johnny mewled. He stared in a mixture of disbelief and lust as Dally continued. He tossed his head back as soft moans and gasps escaped his lips and Dally grinned. He took it in as deeply as possible, making him gasp and buck out of his control. "Aaahn! D-Dally! Not so fast...I'm almost..."
It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe, the room filled with pleasured moans and breathless gasps. "It's…a-aah…it's so good..." he whispered frantically. "What did you say you thought of me?" Dally asked huskily in his ear. "I love you, Dally, so- mmn! So much..." With one final stroke he came hard, his back arching almost painfully, as his friend swallowed each drop.
They lay together, still huddled close (yes, he has his pants back on). "Johnny, I feel the same way about you. Without the orgasm." They both laughed, out of breath but still smiling.
"Happy birthday, Johnnycakes."
"I just wish my parents gave a damn, you know?" he whispered. The swearword was uttered a little softer, like he was hesitant to say it. Dally glared towards the ceiling. "Who needs the lousy bastards? My old man thought leaving the house for the night was the best gift a kid could ask for. Guess it was, really, or I wouldn't have gotten it on with that sweet broad...”
Johnny thought for a second. Dally had never dated a decent chick in his life, merely let her check out his muscles and then some. As for him, he'd hardly spoken to a girl before and that was just fine. His eyes were devoted to his friend.
"What's it like, Dal?" he asked tentatively. "I mean, not the whole sex part but just being with a girl." Dally chuckled and pondered the question for a moment. "Aside from the whining, bitching, giggling and fights? None too much to be proud of, really." His heart lifted a bit. Maybe there was a remote chance that he was like him.
But Dally was clever. He could tell by the deep blush on Johnny's face, the way he shifted his eyes, he was hiding a question. And there was a pretty fair guess to what that was; "Are you gay?" Typically Dally would beat the everloving shit out of anyonewho asked him that, even Darry. But there was something about Johnny's appearance, something about that kicked-puppy teen he loved so much that he almost wanted to admit it.
"I was just wondering 'cause...I mean, I don't really like girls all that much." he mumbled. "Well, what do you think of me?" Dally asked with a coy smile. Johnny's eyes widened and he glanced away, blushing madly. "It's, um, I just think...you're, uh, I mean...nevermind." he stuttered.
"Kid, you've still got cake on your cheek." Dally grinned. Before Johnny could raise his hand to get it off, he leaned over and licked it off with his tongue (NO, I THOUGHT HE DID WITH HIS FOOT). The wind was practically knocked out of him. "W-W-Wha...Why did...I-I could've gotten it m-myself..." The normal whisper he spoke in was now practically silent. Dally bit back a smirk.
Without hesitation, he placed his hand upon Johnny's. "I didn't catch what you said earlier. What do you think of me?" The way Johnny shook was almost humorous to him, but he didn't laugh. Instead, he just grinned seductively.
"I-I was gonna say...w-well, it's s-s-stupid."
"Want me to tell you first?"
"Huh? Uh, go ahead."
"I think you're the cutest guy I've ever laid my eyes on." With that, Dally wrapped his arms around him in a warm embrace. Johnny's mind went blank.
"D'you mean it, Dal?" he inquired, miraculously speaking full sentences. "Would I lie to you?" The two of them sat for a moment, locked in each others' arms, before finally Johnny felt something.
"There's something hot pressing against my leg..." he murmured. Dally feigned surprise. "Don't think I didn't feel you on my hip." he said. Johnny looked away and crossed his legs.
Still, despite his modesty, his arousal was getting painful. He stared into Dally's eyes and said bluntly, "I need you." Not for the moment, but forever, they both knew. Dally slowly unzipped his jeans for him and rubbed his hand on Johnny's inner thigh. Even that made him shiver.
He lowered his head and Johnny shut his eyes tight, embarrassed and yet turned on at the sight of Dally in such a position. A soft whine escaped his lips as Dally's mouth took in his erection, sliding up and down. Johnny mewled. He stared in a mixture of disbelief and lust as Dally continued. He tossed his head back as soft moans and gasps escaped his lips and Dally grinned. He took it in as deeply as possible, making him gasp and buck out of his control. "Aaahn! D-Dally! Not so fast...I'm almost..."
It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe, the room filled with pleasured moans and breathless gasps. "It's…a-aah…it's so good..." he whispered frantically. "What did you say you thought of me?" Dally asked huskily in his ear. "I love you, Dally, so- mmn! So much..." With one final stroke he came hard, his back arching almost painfully, as his friend swallowed each drop.
They lay together, still huddled close (yes, he has his pants back on). "Johnny, I feel the same way about you. Without the orgasm." They both laughed, out of breath but still smiling.
"Happy birthday, Johnnycakes."
I feel a sense of relief, like taking control of my own cringe was the key to unshackling me from humiliation. I can go on to write decent works without fear now. Peace be with ye, autists. Embrace my curse and learn well from it.
...I am so sorry S.E. Hinton.
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Christmas came early this year. Thank you @Snufkin kin, I loled. And if it's of any consolation it wasn't too bad, I've read worse fics written by forty year olds.