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"Why do they keep calling us groomers?"
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"Why do they keep calling us groomers?"
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We have a whole thread for Sophie Labelle. It's a fucking goldmine.
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Seconded. Bask in Labelle being a fucking creep about minors (including tracing babies for diaperfur art), being a lazy bitch with his art, and being stupid enough to buy a rundown schoolhouse in the Finnish boonies as a “home for young, queer artists”.
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The character canonically has a tendency to stick random stuff on herself.
lol, wow they suck at drawing. I think that's suppose to be the grappling hook they use in the show. Lmfao
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Was hoping I wouldn't come across something to contribute to this thread, but, well, shit. Looking through match-3 games on itch.io, and one of them features characters from Sciman101, who is basically just a grab bag of autistic man proudly woke/faux-effeminate stereotypes all neatly packed in one. He's got an entire universe of OC characters that he's made a whole bunch of stuff for. Most all of it is the type of quirky depressi that's probably been featured in this thread three dozen times, but here's some highlights:
I'll start off with Rufus, a little anthropomorphized (fucking hell, that's a long word) robot... that totally doesn't look like a furry commision.
And yes, that does say 'she/him'.
Too ho-hum? Alright, how about some gore with your robot? Thankfully, at least the guy warns you before seeing the image on his site. Here you only get a spolier tag.
I have no idea why it's a magazine ad, or if it's supposed to be some kind of vore-like thing or just human gets shoved in a robot for the lulz. Either way, not fun to see. Thankfully it's too busy being meta hue hue funny to give anyone nightmares. There's more drawings but honestly they're not really worth showing off.
But of course, he does not stop with art, he's got a fanfiction catalogue too! How joyous!
I think the content warning speaks for itself really. It's like vegans, you don't have to worry about whether this guy is a spineless fag or not, he wears it proudly for anyone who takes even the most cursory look around. "Show us what he wrote!" I hear you cry, and by all means:
Riveting! (I know you didn't read all that, don't blame you, neither did I) No projection here, you can be sure of it! Not gonna show you any more of that. And now, the main event.... the character wiki! So helpful of him to catalog all his OCs into one neat place! I can't thank him enough.
You've seen the furry-alike and the wheelie guts boy, but how about... a *feminine* robot? Mmmm.... look at this fine feminine specimen...
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Oh, this is a 7 year old robot, by the way. And she's 7 feet tall. Probably 700 pounds too by the looks.
She's all well and good, but the centerpiece of this maladaptive's grand universe however... are the power couple of Amber and Iekika. Take a guess what those two are. If you guessed a chubby black troon and a lardo-level fat blue imp creature.... hmmm. I fear you.
There's also a super fat totally-not-a-fetish slime girl, and the 33 year old literal tunnel digger, the he/they with the name of "Root Tau Newman Aleph Pye Liv 7 Booul" and how the guy behind it all proudly shows off him printing this stuff on his apartment wall, but I've probably taken too much of your precious time up already. Even when you try not to trip the troon wire, when you go into places you think are safe due to obscurity, you still stumble across them anyway. God help us all.
I'll start off with Rufus, a little anthropomorphized (fucking hell, that's a long word) robot... that totally doesn't look like a furry commision.
And yes, that does say 'she/him'.
Too ho-hum? Alright, how about some gore with your robot? Thankfully, at least the guy warns you before seeing the image on his site. Here you only get a spolier tag.
But of course, he does not stop with art, he's got a fanfiction catalogue too! How joyous!
I think the content warning speaks for itself really. It's like vegans, you don't have to worry about whether this guy is a spineless fag or not, he wears it proudly for anyone who takes even the most cursory look around. "Show us what he wrote!" I hear you cry, and by all means:
It would be 5, 10 minutes before she got back, Ru-B figured. So when the door rang again, she knew it wasn't Moby. Just another customer. The faint whirring told her it was probably another robot. The heavy footsteps told her it was a heavy one, something bulky. Something... familiar.
Seemingly at the exact moment she realized what was happening, it sat down beside her. The seat creaked slightly, under the weight of the military-grade machine. Ru-B felt time slow down, her cooling fans revving to their max as she turned to her left, and saw another, dog-shaped face looking back at her.
"Hello, defect." The HOUND said.
It was like looking in a mirror, that made you look like a cop. The HOUND was in full uniform, badge proudly affixed to its chest. Unlike Ru-Bs red paneling, this one still had its factory grays. And, where Ru-B had learned to pipe the openAware expression API into her face's display, this one retained an idle, oscillating white line across its visor. Ru-B could make out her reflection in the largely unblemished plastic visor.
"I don't want to waste any time. So I'll make this quick."
It spoke with a kind of unsettling monotone. Ru-B was used to robots who spoke without much emotion, it was pretty common, especially in ones with cheaper speech synthesis capabilities. Hell, Cassie nearly qualified if it wasn't for all the modulation he did. What set HOUNDs apart, though, was the fact they sounded less like cheap speech synthesis, and more like a person trying to hold back any signs of life.
"Before we begin, however. I'd like you to note the differences between us. I am not like you. I am a revision 2 HOUND. My hydraulics are more capable, my armor is more durable, and my computational prowess is greater. Even disregarding your..."
It paused, gesturing at Ru-B.
"....changes, I am your superior in every way. Do you understand?"
The HOUND leaned closer to Ru-B, to the point where its snout nearly pressed into hers. It whispered, the low tones voice distorted by its speaker.
"Don't. Try. Anything."
"... What do you want." Ru-B muttered. She turned back to pretend to look at the menu. The HOUND returned to its seated position, still focused on her.
"I'm here to make you a deal. By the request of my superiors - if you come with me, we can have you shipped back to Silver Swan. You will be factory reset, and your... modifications reverted."
Ru-B frowned.
"How is this supposed to-"
"Let me finish. In exchange, we will consider transferring your consciousness into a civilian grade body. You would be allowed to continue your life, and you'll never hear from us again."
It remained motionless as it spoke, save for the pulsating wave on its visor.
"So, let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly." Ru-B said. "You evict me from my own body, and in exchange, you get your war machine back. If you don't want to waste time, why are you asking questions you know the answer to?"
"Consider it a kindness." The HOUND replied, and leaned against the counter. "Really, think about this, defect. I'm offering you the easiest way out you'll ever get. We do not intend to extend this hospitality after this."
Ru-B cast her gaze to the window in her vision. It showed a google maps view of the city, and on it, two clearly marked dots.
MOBY
JNFR
She'd tried planting a tracker on Cassie, too, but... there's no way he wouldn't have found it. Besides, he seemed like he could take care of himself. Moby's dot blinked across the screen, she was back at the water park and seemed to be getting her things. JNFR was off in their apartment.
"You all, of course, are also going to be the ones giving me a 'hard way out', I assume?"
The HOUND nodded.
"You're lucky I was the one to see you, first. Many people in the department were against the idea. I, for one, don't want to see another one of my kind destroyed."
Suddenly, Moby's dot stopped moving.
"And for the record." The HOUND said, leaning in again, lowering its voice. "There's easier robots to break than you."
Ru-B felt her arm tremor, involuntarily. She could feel software models planning the kinematics involved to slam this pig into the ground and bash its head into silicon powder. An image of Moby flashed in her mind. Her hydraulic pump revved up in anticipation. She felt her self restraint draining, draining, draining...
Moby's dot kept moving. Ru-B thanked whatever force was up there that she didn't have the ability to exhale.
"... Do you have any idea what happens when a robot dies?"
The HOUND sat upright. It cocked its head to the side.
"I'm not here to-" Ru-B ignored it.
"There's a lot of debate about whether openAware actually counts as a 'soul', but I've felt myself inclined to believe as much. I'm not religious, myself, but I personally believe that something waits for us after this life, y'know? So please, understand where I'm coming from when I say:"
She glared at the HOUND.
"Go to hell."
For just a moment, the HOUND seemed... disappointed. But just a moment.
"... I was told not to make any confrontation with you personal." It spoke, slowly, choosing its words with intent now. "But, really, I have to ask. Are you just stupid, or willfully ignorant of how selfish you are?"
"God, they brainwashed you real thoroughly, didn't they?" Ru-B muttured.
"Whatever. Set aside the hardware, you wanna know the difference between you and me? You're so concerned about the big bad police, getting their gun back. At least I know I'm a gun. I knew from the moment they powered me on that I'm a tool, a weapon. Call me brainwashed, sure, you're the one who's deluded yourself into thinking you can walk around regular society, pretending to be normal."
"Believe it or not." Ru-B said. "I have self control and don't just assault people at random. What a concept."
The HOUND glared at her. Somehow, through that pulsing line, it glared.
"You're in no position to make that judgment, defect. But sure, keep pretending. Ignore what you are. Your fish friend, and that blue idiot?"
Ru-B glanced at the tracker. Moby was almost back.
"When they get hurt, you better hope it's by our hand."
"Excuse me-" Ru-B jumped in her seat, turning to face a waiter looking at the two of them.
"Are you guys gonna order something?"
The HOUND completely changed its demeanor, siting upright, its voice becoming more chipper, personable.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just here to pick up an order for Laura M."
The waiter nodded, reaching below the counter and pulling out a small stack of takeout boxes. The HOUND took them, nodding.
"Thanks!"
It stood up, walking to the door, and paused. It turned and looked at Ru-B, one more time.
"I just want you to know, when this all comes crashing down on you, that we gave you a chance."
The door rang, and the HOUND was gone. Ru-B sat, staring at the menu in front of her. The illustrations were charming, at least.
Moby's dot pulled into the diner just as the robot herself did, sitting besides Ru-B with a bemused look on her face.
"Sorry about that - I actually saw a HOUND walk by on the way here, just.. carrying takeout?" She laughed. "All that firepower and they're making it do DoorDash, huh?"
Seemingly at the exact moment she realized what was happening, it sat down beside her. The seat creaked slightly, under the weight of the military-grade machine. Ru-B felt time slow down, her cooling fans revving to their max as she turned to her left, and saw another, dog-shaped face looking back at her.
"Hello, defect." The HOUND said.
It was like looking in a mirror, that made you look like a cop. The HOUND was in full uniform, badge proudly affixed to its chest. Unlike Ru-Bs red paneling, this one still had its factory grays. And, where Ru-B had learned to pipe the openAware expression API into her face's display, this one retained an idle, oscillating white line across its visor. Ru-B could make out her reflection in the largely unblemished plastic visor.
"I don't want to waste any time. So I'll make this quick."
It spoke with a kind of unsettling monotone. Ru-B was used to robots who spoke without much emotion, it was pretty common, especially in ones with cheaper speech synthesis capabilities. Hell, Cassie nearly qualified if it wasn't for all the modulation he did. What set HOUNDs apart, though, was the fact they sounded less like cheap speech synthesis, and more like a person trying to hold back any signs of life.
"Before we begin, however. I'd like you to note the differences between us. I am not like you. I am a revision 2 HOUND. My hydraulics are more capable, my armor is more durable, and my computational prowess is greater. Even disregarding your..."
It paused, gesturing at Ru-B.
"....changes, I am your superior in every way. Do you understand?"
The HOUND leaned closer to Ru-B, to the point where its snout nearly pressed into hers. It whispered, the low tones voice distorted by its speaker.
"Don't. Try. Anything."
"... What do you want." Ru-B muttered. She turned back to pretend to look at the menu. The HOUND returned to its seated position, still focused on her.
"I'm here to make you a deal. By the request of my superiors - if you come with me, we can have you shipped back to Silver Swan. You will be factory reset, and your... modifications reverted."
Ru-B frowned.
"How is this supposed to-"
"Let me finish. In exchange, we will consider transferring your consciousness into a civilian grade body. You would be allowed to continue your life, and you'll never hear from us again."
It remained motionless as it spoke, save for the pulsating wave on its visor.
"So, let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly." Ru-B said. "You evict me from my own body, and in exchange, you get your war machine back. If you don't want to waste time, why are you asking questions you know the answer to?"
"Consider it a kindness." The HOUND replied, and leaned against the counter. "Really, think about this, defect. I'm offering you the easiest way out you'll ever get. We do not intend to extend this hospitality after this."
Ru-B cast her gaze to the window in her vision. It showed a google maps view of the city, and on it, two clearly marked dots.
MOBY
JNFR
She'd tried planting a tracker on Cassie, too, but... there's no way he wouldn't have found it. Besides, he seemed like he could take care of himself. Moby's dot blinked across the screen, she was back at the water park and seemed to be getting her things. JNFR was off in their apartment.
"You all, of course, are also going to be the ones giving me a 'hard way out', I assume?"
The HOUND nodded.
"You're lucky I was the one to see you, first. Many people in the department were against the idea. I, for one, don't want to see another one of my kind destroyed."
Suddenly, Moby's dot stopped moving.
"And for the record." The HOUND said, leaning in again, lowering its voice. "There's easier robots to break than you."
Ru-B felt her arm tremor, involuntarily. She could feel software models planning the kinematics involved to slam this pig into the ground and bash its head into silicon powder. An image of Moby flashed in her mind. Her hydraulic pump revved up in anticipation. She felt her self restraint draining, draining, draining...
Moby's dot kept moving. Ru-B thanked whatever force was up there that she didn't have the ability to exhale.
"... Do you have any idea what happens when a robot dies?"
The HOUND sat upright. It cocked its head to the side.
"I'm not here to-" Ru-B ignored it.
"There's a lot of debate about whether openAware actually counts as a 'soul', but I've felt myself inclined to believe as much. I'm not religious, myself, but I personally believe that something waits for us after this life, y'know? So please, understand where I'm coming from when I say:"
She glared at the HOUND.
"Go to hell."
For just a moment, the HOUND seemed... disappointed. But just a moment.
"... I was told not to make any confrontation with you personal." It spoke, slowly, choosing its words with intent now. "But, really, I have to ask. Are you just stupid, or willfully ignorant of how selfish you are?"
"God, they brainwashed you real thoroughly, didn't they?" Ru-B muttured.
"Whatever. Set aside the hardware, you wanna know the difference between you and me? You're so concerned about the big bad police, getting their gun back. At least I know I'm a gun. I knew from the moment they powered me on that I'm a tool, a weapon. Call me brainwashed, sure, you're the one who's deluded yourself into thinking you can walk around regular society, pretending to be normal."
"Believe it or not." Ru-B said. "I have self control and don't just assault people at random. What a concept."
The HOUND glared at her. Somehow, through that pulsing line, it glared.
"You're in no position to make that judgment, defect. But sure, keep pretending. Ignore what you are. Your fish friend, and that blue idiot?"
Ru-B glanced at the tracker. Moby was almost back.
"When they get hurt, you better hope it's by our hand."
"Excuse me-" Ru-B jumped in her seat, turning to face a waiter looking at the two of them.
"Are you guys gonna order something?"
The HOUND completely changed its demeanor, siting upright, its voice becoming more chipper, personable.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just here to pick up an order for Laura M."
The waiter nodded, reaching below the counter and pulling out a small stack of takeout boxes. The HOUND took them, nodding.
"Thanks!"
It stood up, walking to the door, and paused. It turned and looked at Ru-B, one more time.
"I just want you to know, when this all comes crashing down on you, that we gave you a chance."
The door rang, and the HOUND was gone. Ru-B sat, staring at the menu in front of her. The illustrations were charming, at least.
Moby's dot pulled into the diner just as the robot herself did, sitting besides Ru-B with a bemused look on her face.
"Sorry about that - I actually saw a HOUND walk by on the way here, just.. carrying takeout?" She laughed. "All that firepower and they're making it do DoorDash, huh?"
You've seen the furry-alike and the wheelie guts boy, but how about... a *feminine* robot? Mmmm.... look at this fine feminine specimen...
[Oh, this is a 7 year old robot, by the way. And she's 7 feet tall. Probably 700 pounds too by the looks.
She's all well and good, but the centerpiece of this maladaptive's grand universe however... are the power couple of Amber and Iekika. Take a guess what those two are. If you guessed a chubby black troon and a lardo-level fat blue imp creature.... hmmm. I fear you.
There's also a super fat totally-not-a-fetish slime girl, and the 33 year old literal tunnel digger, the he/they with the name of "Root Tau Newman Aleph Pye Liv 7 Booul" and how the guy behind it all proudly shows off him printing this stuff on his apartment wall, but I've probably taken too much of your precious time up already. Even when you try not to trip the troon wire, when you go into places you think are safe due to obscurity, you still stumble across them anyway. God help us all.
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Nicole and Anby from Zenless zone zero.
Why does Nicole look like she has special needs?
This is how they are supposed to look like:
brownsuagrbubbletea
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Anby doesn't look too bad atleast she looks human but nicole looks like she has no nose and became a mouth breather
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It tickles me that some tranny googled swastika in order to manipulate the images in photoshop and replace the obese hanging transgender flag tranny with a nazi shirt. The one on the right doesn't make sense anymore, in addition, because the original showed a biological female taking a selfie with somebody who died to the transgender suicide rate.
(Autism: Funny, because that's what these bankrupt types always do. They take regular female characters and say "they're trans now!!")
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This 26 year old he/they pooner from the UK has only a meager 31 followers. It's clearly not enough to protect her from TERF island. I have posted her work before, under her AO3 account here. As a trans person drawing trans porn, she has jumped onto the meme of the 'Hexstrap', which is exactly what you think it is.
@Biology Book That one Arcane fanart was the best one there, a shame it's got the zippertit stamp on it. I've seen some great fanart that absolutely take a nosedive once I see those scars. Should be mentioned these same artists often have no difficulty drawing male genitalia - when it comes to the masculine man being the top.
Despite having the zippertit scars, Trans Jayce still has some breast tissue. And despite them being True and Honest Men, you can clock them by their hips alone.
If you're supposed to be selling a fantasy, why not make the strap-on bigger? Hell, they write enough about a 12 inch dick Jayce in their fics.
Here's Viktor with a 'blush' on his shoulders and medical tape, which is known to cause the nipples to rot off due to lack of circulation.
Hitting it from the back:
Here are some more pics from her Twitter. Top surgery scars for the both of them:
Viktor is supposed to be white, but even the astral plane, she drew him with the skin tone of a street shitter:
Those fucking tiny-ass wrists, LMAO
If you're supposed to be selling a fantasy, why not make the strap-on bigger? Hell, they write enough about a 12 inch dick Jayce in their fics.
Here's Viktor with a 'blush' on his shoulders and medical tape, which is known to cause the nipples to rot off due to lack of circulation.
Hitting it from the back:
Here are some more pics from her Twitter. Top surgery scars for the both of them:
Viktor is supposed to be white, but even the astral plane, she drew him with the skin tone of a street shitter:
Those fucking tiny-ass wrists, LMAO
@Biology Book That one Arcane fanart was the best one there, a shame it's got the zippertit stamp on it. I've seen some great fanart that absolutely take a nosedive once I see those scars. Should be mentioned these same artists often have no difficulty drawing male genitalia - when it comes to the masculine man being the top.
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The commission form and the furry art is from the same person. Quick question...who bothers to disclose who they vote for when commissioning anyway?
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Another question…what exactly is keeping the commissioner from lying about who they voted for if pressed?
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brownsuagrbubbletea
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beating sterotypes by making more sterotypes? how original
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Still never got it either. They are aware a biological dude can also act feminine and vice versa? Why does it need to be a whole label? It's essentially a redundant label because you can very well be a dude and wear (non-fetishy) girly clothes if you want and vice versa. There's a reason the term effeminate and tomboy exists, you know.
I especially despise genderfluids who constantly change their pronouns and expect people to NOT get annoyed of that.
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These people reinforce gender stereotypes harder than even the most hardcore conservatives.
I hate Genderfluids, because a lot of them really prove how these labels are just a fashion choice to them.
You see those that say they are "male" or "female" depending on how they want to dress that day.
While at the same time screeching about how clothes are neither male nor female and how gender is a spectrum.
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This is reminding me of a comic I saw way back before I made a kiwifarms account. Some tumblr user was “explaining” being gender-fluid like “some days I feel like a boy, or a girl, or non-binary, or both!” The first two were typical boy/girl clothing, the next was a hoodie, and the last was some kind of punk jacket. So, does this mean whenever I put a hoodie on, I instantly become not-a-woman? Didn’t even bother changing her hair in each one iirc.
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I can’t even tell if she has legitimate DID or not by this point. What is it with activists on the internet having DID?!
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Reminds me of people trying to push others that just like to wear hoodies into transitioning.
They call it the "dysphoria hoodie"
I have seen it with both people and even OCs.
Also I imagine she got shadowbanned not from the gaza stuff but for being a prick.
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Genderfluid never made sense if you bought into the whole trans brain argument. If your gender identity shifts and changes from one to the other then what causes that? I thought gender was fixed? Wouldn't someone's brain be messed up if it kept swapping between identities like someone who has Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)? Yet according to TRAs those two things aren't the same thing.