Sophie Labelle Verville / Guillaume Labelle / Serious Trans Vibes Comics / Assigned Male / Candycore Comics / Pastel Sexy Times / WafflesArt - Obnoxious webcomics and horrific porn by a crazy fat pedo troon

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WHEN A TRANNY COMES ALONG, YOU MUST WHIP IT!
There's something problematic about the idea of a white person using a whip on a black person, especially one that looks like s/he's already been hobbled. I don't know how the BDSM community deals with this kind of issue. Is it okay to have a kink centered on whipping black people? After all, no kink shaming ...
 
The posing makes me a little uncomfortable.
Labelle: "This isn't sexualizing children"
Also Labelle: those last two fucking panels
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"I would personally hide the glitter paint and anything shiny...

As you can see from his fat-dancing during a medical exam he has the awareness and impulse control of a trout. He will probably try to attack anything shiny to protect his egg sacs"

Also, hide the PVA glue, retards love eating that shit.
 
Every rewrite of his past gets more and more degenerate. I can't help but feel these comics are just for Labelle to jerk off to and he just has to keep pushing the boundaries.

Give it 3 years and his backstory comics will be completely impossible to repost for fear of getting put on a list.
 
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Every rewrite of his past gets more and more degenerate. I can't help but feel these comics are just for Labelle to jerk off to and he just has to keep pushing the boundaries.

Give it 3 years and his backstory comics will be completely impossible to repost for fear of getting put on a list.
Given the way things are going, in three years such comics may be allowed.
 
This latest comic is so obviously an excuse to try and invent a life story. The most disgusting thing is the paedo-excuse, to draw a kid in underwear. That’s not normal Billy. Non paedos don’t fantasize about kids dancing across four+ image panels in underwear. Only you Billy, & your ilk. (While good ole Mum talks “breast tissue” w/ the doc....) Yeah, no. Fat boy does not equal prepubescent girl. You never had & never will have a young woman’s experience w/ puberty. Stop fetishizing it too, young girls hated that experience, it wasn’t some troon fantasy, paedo billy.
 
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I saw someone who looked like P. on tv last month. I've been longing for the sun in the depths of the Finnish long nights, and started thinking about my time in Cuba. Now I know most of you didn't come here to witness my literary elucubrations, but I thought I'd share since my previous story got so much great feedback <3 (Thanks to those of you who like and comment, see how that makes a difference!)
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Shortly before I turned 20, some twelve years ago, I was leaving the deep snow of Montreal's winter to spend half a year in Cuba, to meet with queer activists, read García Márquez, write a novel, cycle across the island on a rusty, sea salt-crusted bicycle, and stretch out a few hundred dollars I had piled up. That money was originally destined to pay for transition-related costs. After being kicked out of my stepfather's house at 13 for being trans, I had been chronically depressed during all of my teens and I wasn’t seeing any way out, and I was actively trying to put myself in danger. I almost died several times during that trip.
I can still smell the smoky dust from La Havana and the fried chicken liver from Cienfuegos. I remember the cigars and the freshly squeezed sugarcane juice they made on beaten up carts by the side of the road in front of which every kid would line-up during toasty afternoons. Doing shots and drinking mojitos on a rooftop in Diez-de-Octubre with HIV activists. Getting lost on a mountain with only a bottle of rum during a particularly hot day. The weight of stones in my pockets meant to scare off hungry stray dogs in the countryside.
I had no cellphone back then, only a disposable camera I bought in a drugstore before leaving Montreal. I didn't take many pictures. Some beach in la bahía de Cochinos, where I spent a few weeks drinking rum, writing feverishly a terrible novel and watching spiders capture and devour wasps. A picture of P., the guy I loved while I was there. La Sierra Maestra, probably. A sight of Santiago de Cuba when I finally arrived at the end of my cycling trip. These are probably at the bottom of a box somewhere. I often think about all the people I met back then. I hope they’re doing all right.
The hut I rented for 1$ a day on the beach of la bahía de Cochinos had something mystical about it. It had a direct view on the Caribbean Sea. I would spend hours just looking at the sunset while sipping Cuba Libres, after a whole day of writing since dawn. On the weekends, tall chiseled guys would take over the beach, where the US-backed Cold War invasion took place, which gave the bay its name ("bay of Pigs") and blast the same few Reggaetón hits ad nauseam. They invited me to play ball with them a few times. I declined. I had stuff to write.
Sometimes I would catch a baseball game in some little town. Everyone would be attending. You would think it's a ghost town if it wasn't for the loud cheers. There would be so much dust rising into the sky because of the players running, the sky would turn yellow.
I made out with P. when I returned in La Havana. A common friend had matched us earlier, since we were both similar ages. P. was part of an amateur queer improv group, and he invited me to a show to raise funds for HIV prevention. I didn’t understand most of it despite my functional Spanish, but I loved the ambiance.
P. was a sensitive guy. He always seemed about to burst out laughing or crying. I loved watching the sun’s reflection glimmer in his eyes, on that rooftop where we ate arroz y frijoles and drank dark rum late into the night while sharing anecdotes about our queer lives. He smelled of sweat and vanilla. It was still winter in La Havana, but it felt like summer to me. Like a deep, essential shade of summer.

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In all the NSFW art, only one character does not have a real penis, and that is the black trans man from the whip comic (who in all likelihood has a trans penis). Where are all the vaginas in these sex comics? You know, it could almost lead someone to believe that the artist has a fetish for men and is gay, rather than being fully queer inclusive...

Doesn’t this contradict all the comics that say he was trans as a child? The whole “fabulous” thing, plus the sex story with the middle aged men (who he referred to as “gay” even though they should have been straight since Sophie is a true and honest woman) almost seems to imply that the trans came much later than the stories and comics would lead you to believe. If that’s true, then so much of all these stories and comics are lies and he was just a gay man for the majority of his life who only transitioned much later on.
 
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1) never happened - nobody is going to mistake sophie for a cis girl
2) If you are fem-presenting then that would be the aesthetic
3) if complimenting someone on an aspect defined Worth, then the cat family complimenting Jake's dress is defining his WORTH based on wardrobe...sounds really classist. That's really cruel, the cats should probably be in a kill shelter or a dish at one of Frank Wu's Chinese Buffet restaurants conveniently located around the greater Boston area
 
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