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Now, whatever happened to "I can't stop laughing"? Surely someone that found criticism on their work to be funny wouldn't just DFE as if they were extremely butthurt, right? Pfft.
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I still wonder how are diapers a thing in Fire Emblem fanfics. Not to mention the other tags too...
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There was a fic I found ages ago and started reading, but never got around to finishing it. It's a huge fic - 309,000 words in 22 chapters - based around a mythological take on Assassin's Creed. Pretty standard, right?
Well. It has Malik, who is a grown man in the game, getting married to Altair at the tender age of nine. That's right. The bitch full on pulled a Mohammed, not even knowing it was wrong. Malik marries Altair, who is 17 at the time of their union, and he is the biggest fucking piece of shit I've read. Straight up rapist material, offering trinkets and shit to a kid. They don't fuck when he's nine, thank God, but Altair goes off to war somewhere and returns when Malik is 17 and Altair 24. Still a weird ass age gap, more so as Altair treats him like garbage.
Here's a snippet. The author.
The fic.
In the fic, the author also links her tumblr. Here is an example of one of her gods. She has not updated her tumblr since 2019.
And we have quotes like this:
Well. It has Malik, who is a grown man in the game, getting married to Altair at the tender age of nine. That's right. The bitch full on pulled a Mohammed, not even knowing it was wrong. Malik marries Altair, who is 17 at the time of their union, and he is the biggest fucking piece of shit I've read. Straight up rapist material, offering trinkets and shit to a kid. They don't fuck when he's nine, thank God, but Altair goes off to war somewhere and returns when Malik is 17 and Altair 24. Still a weird ass age gap, more so as Altair treats him like garbage.
Here's a snippet. The author.
The fic.
“Come closer to me,” Altaïr orders from the bed.
“To what purpose?”
“Need there be one?”
Malik knows it’s expected of him to do as asked, but he has more appetite for throwing himself off a cliff like goddess Daga than inching closer to the warrior. He keeps his eyes firmly fixed on Nokem’s incensed visage, shifting focus to Altaïr only after the man begins speech again.
“I find my appetite growing.”
Malik turns his gaze to the man, “You want me to cook again?” he asks this lucid question. A scowl oozes onto his face when he catches on Altaïr’s face something that could be called a smile.
“No, my desires are of a more intimate nature.”
A sense of fear starts seeping into Malik’s limbs, rooting him to spot. Altaïr’s mind is filled with baser thoughts, his words have a vile, sour odor.
“I am to lie with you?”
“It’s your duty as my husband—“
“I will not do it.”
Altaïr’s demand is not met and it colors his face into a heavy frown, “You misunderstand. I do not ask, I command you—“
“Command? You mistake me for a slave,” Malik barks back while the untrue bravado still moves him to backtalk.
Altaïr rises from bed.
He stands tall and Malik sees what he chose not to fully acknowledge until present. His husband is not from an army of amateurs but professionals whose sole profession is warfare. It is what they do, it is what they breathe, what they eat, what they sleep—it is who they are. Altaïr is bigger, a soldierly man of twenty-seven years, a strapping and good-looking man. The latter is irrelevant. Malik’s ill feelings for him have grown immensely fat from simply looking at his face.
“I’ve fought for seven years giving body and soul to the defense of my city. Your security and that of the people is all I ever bled for.” Malik assumes that Altaïr is counting him among the your, but his sacrifice is ill-received, unwanted, “Seven years of watching others enjoy sex and spoils. My generosity has been boundless. And this is what I get in return.”
“To what purpose?”
“Need there be one?”
Malik knows it’s expected of him to do as asked, but he has more appetite for throwing himself off a cliff like goddess Daga than inching closer to the warrior. He keeps his eyes firmly fixed on Nokem’s incensed visage, shifting focus to Altaïr only after the man begins speech again.
“I find my appetite growing.”
Malik turns his gaze to the man, “You want me to cook again?” he asks this lucid question. A scowl oozes onto his face when he catches on Altaïr’s face something that could be called a smile.
“No, my desires are of a more intimate nature.”
A sense of fear starts seeping into Malik’s limbs, rooting him to spot. Altaïr’s mind is filled with baser thoughts, his words have a vile, sour odor.
“I am to lie with you?”
“It’s your duty as my husband—“
“I will not do it.”
Altaïr’s demand is not met and it colors his face into a heavy frown, “You misunderstand. I do not ask, I command you—“
“Command? You mistake me for a slave,” Malik barks back while the untrue bravado still moves him to backtalk.
Altaïr rises from bed.
He stands tall and Malik sees what he chose not to fully acknowledge until present. His husband is not from an army of amateurs but professionals whose sole profession is warfare. It is what they do, it is what they breathe, what they eat, what they sleep—it is who they are. Altaïr is bigger, a soldierly man of twenty-seven years, a strapping and good-looking man. The latter is irrelevant. Malik’s ill feelings for him have grown immensely fat from simply looking at his face.
“I’ve fought for seven years giving body and soul to the defense of my city. Your security and that of the people is all I ever bled for.” Malik assumes that Altaïr is counting him among the your, but his sacrifice is ill-received, unwanted, “Seven years of watching others enjoy sex and spoils. My generosity has been boundless. And this is what I get in return.”
In the fic, the author also links her tumblr. Here is an example of one of her gods. She has not updated her tumblr since 2019.
And we have quotes like this:
The fic allows gay marriage and there is a weird scene - that gives be Blue Lagoon vibes - of naked kids dancing around a water fountain. It would be harmless anywhere else, but this fic literally has child marriage. And oh, it makes an open homosexual trans. Progressive before it took off.
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I think I mentioned this guy somewhere on the forums before, but Gryphon and friends have been writing self-insert anime fanfiction since the 90s.
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Well, I'll applaud them for their dedication.
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Haven't seen a lot of this being mentioned, but this is one of the many examples of age regression fics, and I don't understand why they exist?? It's so fucking weird cause it's basically pedophilia but with an mentally ill adult. And the hits it gets too?? Who the fuck would enjoy reading about an adult acting like an actual fucking toddler and someone having sex with them. Makes me wanna puke my guts out whenever I see one of these tags pop up.
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I don't know what is going with half of these tags:
And are the fanfictions of female K-Pop bands, just as unhinged as the male ones?
The last part of the fic's description says it all.
And are the fanfictions of female K-Pop bands, just as unhinged as the male ones?
The last part of the fic's description says it all.
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I have no idea how any of this pedo shit is still up. Is moderation completely dead on both major fanfic sites?
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I think I know why problematic fics (profics) are so popular and have toxic fans.:
Most of those fan fic authors of profics, are fat women or fat troons who claim to have abusive childhoods, so they write sick garbage gloifying rape, abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, etc., as they so called "coping device". They act like their personal trauma makes them a special snowflake or something.
NEWSFLASH: Almost every person has a tragic moment in their past or deal with bad things. It's just how the real world works. There is nothing unique or different about that.
This is why I lost interest in writing fanfics and more interested in writing original stories.
Good lord, AO3, Tumblr, and Tik-Tok are such, sad, tragic mistakes of the internet.
Most of those fan fic authors of profics, are fat women or fat troons who claim to have abusive childhoods, so they write sick garbage gloifying rape, abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, etc., as they so called "coping device". They act like their personal trauma makes them a special snowflake or something.
NEWSFLASH: Almost every person has a tragic moment in their past or deal with bad things. It's just how the real world works. There is nothing unique or different about that.
This is why I lost interest in writing fanfics and more interested in writing original stories.
Good lord, AO3, Tumblr, and Tik-Tok are such, sad, tragic mistakes of the internet.
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Honestly, I indulge in fanfic sometimes because i'm a fucking autist and some of it is pretty good. I think that writing fanfic can be a kind of fun hobby if you have an interest in writing and want some practice. You have to wade through a lot of trash to find the good ones though.
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I read it because it's somehow more tolerable than modern woke writing, which basically is shitty fanfiction horrors at this point.
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That is very true. However, as we've seen in recent screencaps in this thread, fic websites like FFN and AO3 are flooded with people who are completely unhinged. Like what level of depraved are you (and what happened to you in life for you to GET that way) if you have a tag like "Blood as Lube" in a porno fic?
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There's an author in the HOTD fandom called LitatheSissy, and she's gathered a bit of popularity due to her fics. Her most popular one includes an 'intersex' Lucerys, with both a functional penis and vagina. As expected, being informed of what those conditions are was not met well.
The fic.
In case you are new to this, ABO - Alpha/Beta/Omega - is a play on wolf pack leadership. It also always leads to sex slavery in these fics, where the omega is basically a woman with virtually no rights. Any actual female characters are treated as side objects.
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And this was the response on a fic that wasn't even hers.
I don't see how that's an own, since they're spending all of their waking time writing about uncle fucking, lol.
Now, here's another fic from someone I posted earlier that I forgot to add. MrsLittleTall, the German piss fetishist, decided to try her hand at Dark Souls smut. https://archive.is/K1Acr
Oh it gets worse...and really, really fucking funny.
Imagine writing 'I am just glad I don't have to shit anymore' as sex talk. She sat down and wrote this, combined with a whole scale fic about this OC-do-not-steal. Ornstein being written as a bimbo will never not annoy me. He's regal and powerful.
Then again, this is someone who has trouble pissing in public. I cannot expect much.
The fic.
It's almost bashful how he looks back down at his belts, a mess of metal and leather. Lucerys stares at his mate expectantly. They've spoken at length about this, their desire for a child. The joy it brings him, the thought that they both want it, is indescribable. Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to hear out loud.
"I'd like to, you know that," he grouses. "The maesters told us conception is still possible before your heat strikes full force."
Lucerys nods. He feels his face warm, suddenly shy when he begins to undress. Somehow he manages to remove everything but his small clothes before Aemond. He giggles, watching his mate fiddle with the straps at his neck.
"Let me help," he whispers, coming closer. His hands do quick work of it, and the black leather slides off his alpha's shoulders and unto the floor in seconds. "Not so hard," he says, looking back up. His breath catches in his throat.
Aemond is looking at him like a starving man would look at a honeycake. It's so intense, so Aemond, that Lucerys can not help but chuckle nervously.
"What a petulant mouth you have," his alpha says.
"You better shut it, then," Lucerys says between breaths. "Put your own mouth on mine, and you'll be rewarded with silence, my lord."
Aemond does, not one to be outdone in any arena. The kiss is soft at first, with both of them leaning into each other. As it deepens, Lucerys wraps his arms around Aemond's neck, closing the distance between them, hewn together like two halves of a whole.
There is an enchantment in the way Aemond nibbles and licks at him, and when he pulls away, Lucerys chases.
"Let's get you on the bed," Aemond whispers, "I can feel you scalding beneath my hands."
Lucerys is indeed feeling feverish, skin tight, and uncomfortable like a layer of candle wax. It itches. Unbearable.
And Aemond is delicately laying him on their linens with too much reverence. Lucerys is wanting, of something dark and terrible he can't speak. That same something is pulling at him, deep from inside, the same foul excitement that brought out the worst in Lucerys and made him capable of small cruelties. Something in the way Aemond looks at him, devotion thick and evident in his gaze.
Has him breathlessly saying, "Remember in those old stories they used to tell us about omegas? How alphas used to chase them through the woods, force their knots into them, lock them in their rooms like tourney prizes?"
"I'd like to, you know that," he grouses. "The maesters told us conception is still possible before your heat strikes full force."
Lucerys nods. He feels his face warm, suddenly shy when he begins to undress. Somehow he manages to remove everything but his small clothes before Aemond. He giggles, watching his mate fiddle with the straps at his neck.
"Let me help," he whispers, coming closer. His hands do quick work of it, and the black leather slides off his alpha's shoulders and unto the floor in seconds. "Not so hard," he says, looking back up. His breath catches in his throat.
Aemond is looking at him like a starving man would look at a honeycake. It's so intense, so Aemond, that Lucerys can not help but chuckle nervously.
"What a petulant mouth you have," his alpha says.
"You better shut it, then," Lucerys says between breaths. "Put your own mouth on mine, and you'll be rewarded with silence, my lord."
Aemond does, not one to be outdone in any arena. The kiss is soft at first, with both of them leaning into each other. As it deepens, Lucerys wraps his arms around Aemond's neck, closing the distance between them, hewn together like two halves of a whole.
There is an enchantment in the way Aemond nibbles and licks at him, and when he pulls away, Lucerys chases.
"Let's get you on the bed," Aemond whispers, "I can feel you scalding beneath my hands."
Lucerys is indeed feeling feverish, skin tight, and uncomfortable like a layer of candle wax. It itches. Unbearable.
And Aemond is delicately laying him on their linens with too much reverence. Lucerys is wanting, of something dark and terrible he can't speak. That same something is pulling at him, deep from inside, the same foul excitement that brought out the worst in Lucerys and made him capable of small cruelties. Something in the way Aemond looks at him, devotion thick and evident in his gaze.
Has him breathlessly saying, "Remember in those old stories they used to tell us about omegas? How alphas used to chase them through the woods, force their knots into them, lock them in their rooms like tourney prizes?"
In case you are new to this, ABO - Alpha/Beta/Omega - is a play on wolf pack leadership. It also always leads to sex slavery in these fics, where the omega is basically a woman with virtually no rights. Any actual female characters are treated as side objects.
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"Your mother is a whore as well," Aemond says, ripping the small clothes off Lucerys with one hand, his other pumping the impossible length of his own cock. "She should know like begets like."
It stings. Lucerys doesn't expect it to, but he keeps going, "What will you do?"
"I'm going to eat your cunt first."
Lucerys opens his mouth and closes it. Opens it again, "I don't think alphas used to do that. You don't have to—"
"I want to," he quips, doesn't even let Lucerys finish. "I want to put my mouth on you."
Aemond usually asks before doing it, requiring Lucerys' assent in every regard. But he's not asking now. Lucerys shivers with want.
He bites his lip, centering himself before finding his voice. Plays his part. "Will that be enough to satisfy you, my lord? Please let me keep my maidenhead for my husband."
"We will see if the taste of you is worth it."
And then his hot mouth is on him. Instantly, Lucerys reaches for him, making a show of pushing against his broad shoulders.
Aemond simply ignores him. He makes a 'v' with his long fingers, tongue pointed and prodding against the pearl-shaped nub that drives him wild, intermittently delving inside Lucerys and plugging him up. His fingers don't breech him, though they massage the area around the opening. It's too much, not enough, all at once.
It stings. Lucerys doesn't expect it to, but he keeps going, "What will you do?"
"I'm going to eat your cunt first."
Lucerys opens his mouth and closes it. Opens it again, "I don't think alphas used to do that. You don't have to—"
"I want to," he quips, doesn't even let Lucerys finish. "I want to put my mouth on you."
Aemond usually asks before doing it, requiring Lucerys' assent in every regard. But he's not asking now. Lucerys shivers with want.
He bites his lip, centering himself before finding his voice. Plays his part. "Will that be enough to satisfy you, my lord? Please let me keep my maidenhead for my husband."
"We will see if the taste of you is worth it."
And then his hot mouth is on him. Instantly, Lucerys reaches for him, making a show of pushing against his broad shoulders.
Aemond simply ignores him. He makes a 'v' with his long fingers, tongue pointed and prodding against the pearl-shaped nub that drives him wild, intermittently delving inside Lucerys and plugging him up. His fingers don't breech him, though they massage the area around the opening. It's too much, not enough, all at once.
And this was the response on a fic that wasn't even hers.
I don't see how that's an own, since they're spending all of their waking time writing about uncle fucking, lol.
Now, here's another fic from someone I posted earlier that I forgot to add. MrsLittleTall, the German piss fetishist, decided to try her hand at Dark Souls smut. https://archive.is/K1Acr
“I always have been a rather romantic person.”, Ornstein said. “I don't have interest in sleeping with someone that I don't personally share a connection with. That is why Seath never managed to get me to drop my pants for him.”
Tempest had a feeling in his throat that was half wanting to laugh until he cried and half feeling like he choked on his spit. From all the things that he had expected Ornstein to say, it wasn't bragging about that he had cock-blocked Seath.
“You know who my former romantic partners have been.”, Ornstein continued. “The Master, the one that left me and never came back, as well as Smough. I don't feel particularly strong for the first one at the moment and I know that Smough would have wanted for me to move on. Don't worry, little Storm, I might not have had a lot of partners, but I did the act with both of them many many times.”
Tempest had a feeling in his throat that was half wanting to laugh until he cried and half feeling like he choked on his spit. From all the things that he had expected Ornstein to say, it wasn't bragging about that he had cock-blocked Seath.
“You know who my former romantic partners have been.”, Ornstein continued. “The Master, the one that left me and never came back, as well as Smough. I don't feel particularly strong for the first one at the moment and I know that Smough would have wanted for me to move on. Don't worry, little Storm, I might not have had a lot of partners, but I did the act with both of them many many times.”
Oh it gets worse...and really, really fucking funny.
Even though Ornstein had already left out a load before, Tempest could still feel a massive amount in his butt. He grimaced at the thought of what a mess it would make on the sheets, when Ornstein opened his eyes and looked at Tempest.
“How are you feeling?”, he asked.
“Wonderful.”, Tempest said and then his whole body started to shudder. “Exhausted.”, he added. It had been a while since he had have such intense sex.
Ornstein replied by gently picking Tempest up and removing him from his cock, which made a distinct “plop” sound. Tempest immediately could feel how the cum dripped out of him and he grimaced again as he felt the pain, now that the pleasure was over.
He was gently laid down next to Ornstein, so that his head could rest on the dragon slayer's biceps and he was able to look into his face.
“Are you in pain?”, Ornstein asked, and though his face was flushed and lustrous from sweat, the familiar concern had sneaked back into his green eyes.
“You destroyed my ass, Ornstein.”, Tempest grinned and cuddled himself into the crook of Ornstein's arm. “I feel myself leaking. I am just glad I don't have to shit anymore, or something else would leak out there instead of only your cum.”
“Gross.”, Ornstein muttered, but Tempest could see the corners of his mouth turn upward.
“I am just joking, Ornstein, that was wonderful.”, Tempest said, feeling how Ornstein snuggled him closer to his chest. “It was everything I wanted and more. I am so glad we could do this before...”, Tempest didn't end the sentence or the thought. For now, he just wanted to lie in Ornstein's arms, without thinking about the future.
“How are you feeling?”, he asked.
“Wonderful.”, Tempest said and then his whole body started to shudder. “Exhausted.”, he added. It had been a while since he had have such intense sex.
Ornstein replied by gently picking Tempest up and removing him from his cock, which made a distinct “plop” sound. Tempest immediately could feel how the cum dripped out of him and he grimaced again as he felt the pain, now that the pleasure was over.
He was gently laid down next to Ornstein, so that his head could rest on the dragon slayer's biceps and he was able to look into his face.
“Are you in pain?”, Ornstein asked, and though his face was flushed and lustrous from sweat, the familiar concern had sneaked back into his green eyes.
“You destroyed my ass, Ornstein.”, Tempest grinned and cuddled himself into the crook of Ornstein's arm. “I feel myself leaking. I am just glad I don't have to shit anymore, or something else would leak out there instead of only your cum.”
“Gross.”, Ornstein muttered, but Tempest could see the corners of his mouth turn upward.
“I am just joking, Ornstein, that was wonderful.”, Tempest said, feeling how Ornstein snuggled him closer to his chest. “It was everything I wanted and more. I am so glad we could do this before...”, Tempest didn't end the sentence or the thought. For now, he just wanted to lie in Ornstein's arms, without thinking about the future.
Then again, this is someone who has trouble pissing in public. I cannot expect much.
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Thought I'd briefly change gears and offer a fic that's (hopefully) enjoyable.
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I can't speak for FF.net, though I've heard it's mods are long since absent bar the most fundamental maintenance, but AO3 was specifically founded to avoid censorship as a rule after the fallout from LiveJournal and other sites banning a bunch of this shit (though plenty more on top of that, good resource btw). The site's founder, Astolat, is noted for shipping Marvel's Thor and Loki and similar incest, and the broad establishment of the site's owners and donators typically support continuing the laissez faire policy. This leads to some seasonal shitflinging on Twitter whenever less problematically-inclined 15 year-olds relearn this, typically during the yearly donation drive though also every few months at random.
I'd say the most (/only, depending on your point of view) troubling detail about this is that RPF (Real Person Fiction) is among the entirely allowed topics... including smut RPF of actual, real-life minors. There's a horrific galleon's graveyard of this shit in relation to Minecraft youtubers, which has spawned it's own Twitter community "poppytwt", made up of minors (and adults) writing obscene fics about the "Dream SMP" cadre. I'm unsure if a thread exists on them, but it's a pretty substantial, grooming-rife community that's all but gone unreported since the big account documenting them was itself sunk by accusations a year or two ago. They're mostly private, and I'm not quite sure how many of them exist, but it's a ton. It could be an interesting thread, for sure.
Anyhow, though there's repetitive shitshows whenever anti-types remember all this (a supposed epidemic of racist and/or anti-lesbian fics in tags for Genshin Impact is another topic), AO3 has been pretty resistant to tightening up their policies. It worries me a tad as someone who's not entirely opposed to most of this stuff existing (it's often degenerate as it gets, but it's also one of the few places on the internet that somehow hasn't sanitized itself), but they've really got to fucking axe the pedo-RPF. I'd wager that they can either get it done and accept a wave of residual slapfights at the announcement, or face a much worse apocalypse when some Vice journo needs a Monday headline and finds out that the most popular fanfiction site in the world allows this shit. That could sink AO3, or at the very least most of the degen shit on it, so I'm surprised the mods seemingly haven't taken such a precaution.
Anyhow, I'm unsure about how much of this stuff, if any, has been discussed to death in this thread already because I'm new to it. It's a niche I fit, though, so I think I'll be here to stay, 'least if I come across anything notable.
Yeah, same boat. Not to powerlevel too hard, but I can't discount how many novel-length (if not quality) screeds I've come across for more than a few things I'm into. Hell, some are pretty good, though for anything major you've obviously got to wade through oceans of shit.