DeviantArt Horrors

[Vinluv Handesbukia]

You guys like Cranium Command?


I’m really proud of how I did the shading and rendering in mspaint

 

[Kennedy]

Cross-posting this pedophile who posts “MAP” propaganda all over DA

Margarita Molotorenko / Маргарита Молоторенко / Lecter Wierstamann / Comrade Lecter

Margarita Molotorenko (Маргарита Молоторенко) better known as ‘Lecter’ is a Russian ‘Trans-Age’ Pedophile who runs NNIA and administrates the MAP Wiki. He is a zoosadist and a ‘MAP Activist’ who grooms children using his mastodon.

Lecter’s Art and Writing​

Lecter spends his time making pedophile propaganda and writing about how oppressed pedophiles are.

Pixiv (A)

Spoiler: Screenshot

DeviantArt Archive

Spoiler: Screenshot

Lecter is the creator of the Zoosadist Pride Flag

 

[DungeonMaster]

Not really art, but there's this deviant called GoodKittyNyanChan who's been writing puerile revenge fantasies against right-wingers combined with furry/weeaboo fetish porn. Haven't read much of it, but from what I can tell the persecuted pansexual libertine atheist furries are a stand in for queers and minorities while the bad guys are an anachronistic combination of modern-day alt righters and the early 2000s religious right. It's weird seeing old and new school internet autism on the same page.

Spoiler: Furry waifu sticks it to the Proud Boys

Dale let out a sigh and moved to the side before turning around. There was a whole squad of airport security officers and they were heading right for her. Dale glared back and they all stopped in front of her, surrounding her.

“Is there a problem?” Dale asked. She could already sense the tensing muscles within the group. One of the burlier guards stepped up. “We’ve received reports of a series of thefts occurring and you’ve been seen in close proximity.” “

Being near a crime is not a crime,” Dale said as she slowly edged backwards. “Plus, I know three of you already armed your stun guns before you even started talking to me.” Dale could tell that they had hostile intentions and took a deep breath to start singing, but before she could hum a single bar, the guard in front punched her hard in the gills, knocking all the wind out of her.

Dale was quickly wheeled to a small alcove and pushed out of her wheelchair. “You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you, you yiffing freak!” The burly guard said. “Well, since you’re new, you’re going to learn how things work courtesy of the Happy Boys. And don’t bother crying for help. There’s no cameras on and we’ve closed off the area.”

Dale tried to sing out for help, but they kept kicking her in the gills and side and she couldn’t get enough focus. She tried thrashing at them with her tail and gnashing hard with her teeth, but their steel-toed boots chipped her chompers and their stun guns reduced her to a quivering blob. More members whacked her repeatedly with spiked clubs and another stabbed one of her eyes with a knife, blinding her on one side.

“First rule,” The head Happy Boy brute said, “Don’t get all high and mighty. If a human asks you to do something, you do it. We’re the superior species. Second, everything is always your fault.” Dale weakly tried to hum a few bars, but she couldn’t get enough breath.

The head jerk smirked. “Hmm, if you’re going to use that yiffer mouth of yours, why not use it for something more appropriate for you?” He then started to unbuckle his belt. “Really, are you guys all that dumb?” a familiar voice said.

“You do realize that she could snap off everything down there all at once in an instant, right? No more bean-sized pork.” The Happy Boys all turned around and glared at Rae. Rae smiled at the grayish blur she assumed was Dale and then thrust her hip to offset a sudden dizzy spell.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I say bean-sized? I meant they were more like the size of a grain of rice.” One of the Happy boys pulled out a gun and said, “Care to repeat that, Yiffer?”

Rae quickly whipped the gun out of the man’s hand with one of her seven fox tails and said, “A paramecium has a bigger dick than all of you…combined!”

She then maced the next guy’s face and kicked him hard in the balls before pushing him through the others like an oversized domino. She then quickly tore a couple of their security jackets off, revealing several Happy Boys tattoos.

One after another, her kicks landed hard and fast to their groins as she blinded them with mace and grabbed a stun gun before ramming it into the leader’s crotch on full power. However, another sudden dizzy spell caused her to collapse just as another Happy Boy was about to slash her neck. Rae managed to catch herself just in time and quickly shot some more pepper spray straight into his eyes. Rae snarled at the rest of them.

“Sometimes I’m too hot for my own good. Want some more?” Lei and Ser walked up behind Rae and glared at the hate group. “Y-you haven’t seen the last of us, Yiffers!” one of them shouted as they all ran away, leaving a few fake jackets, a knife, and a stun gun behind.

Rae casually brushed her hands clean and knelt down towards Dale, who was gasping for air. “This is serious, even with your accelerated healing. I’m going to have to make sure those goons end up in the obituaries…”

“Wh-what are you…trying to prove?” Dale said with a raspy voice while she glared at Rae with her remaining eye. “You set this up, didn’t you? To try to…earn my…trust?”

Rae shook her head. “I don’t associate with man child humans, especially ones from that group. You’re lucky we were walking by when we did.” A sharp pain permeated Rae’s head and she lost her balance, landing on Dale’s side before uttering, “Fuck…”

I'd say her stuff is cringeworthy and charming, it's like something a pissed off middle schooler would write to mock christianity. it's very early-2000s neckbeard atheist.

Spoiler: Drake destroys religiotards with FACTS and LOGIC

“Hello,” an elderly voice said. “First of all, I want to say that I love your show, Bob. I watch it every day and my faith in our Lord and Owner has grown stronger because of it.” Bob nodded at the camera and said, “Thank you. Glad to hear it.” “Anyway, I called today because I’m really scared for my grandson’s soul. He visited me this last weekend and I tried to take him to mosquedral, but he started kicking and screaming just to keep from going. He later told me that his parents said that Sue Jess isn’t real and if He was, He’d be a monster. I talked with my son and his wife about this, but they won’t listen to the Truth and threatened not to let me see my grandson anymore. I’m worried that he won’t let Sue Jess take his soul when the time is right. What shall I do?” Bob let out a long, sad sigh. “I’m glad you called, Norbert. This sounds like a serious problem, a very serious problem. You need to get your grandson away from his parents as soon as possible. There are plenty of Sue Jess schools around that w-would be happy to take him in and set him straight. We’re also offering discounts now on Children’s Buranbles.” “I tried to buy him a Buranble last year,” Norbert said, “but his parents returned it and accused me of trying to groom him.” “They sound very deluded,” Bob said while placing a hand on his forehead. “Places of faith don’t groom and indoctrinate kids, heathens and yiffers do.” “That’s what I told them,” Norbert said. “Then they showed me a fake news article about papams molesting children on a large scale.” “That poor child,” Bob said, “H-he should be learning blind obedience to our God and those who speak for Him, but his parents have filled his head so full of lies. You need to try to adopt him. I-I know some lawyers with very reasonable rates and on a similar note, really sturdy brands of belt buckles that my staff can point out to you, but before that, would you like a prayer?” “I would, thank you,” Norbert said. Bob clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and bowed his head; there was still a noticeable stiffness in his right hand. “Oh Great Sue Jess, our Lord and Master, we are so lucky to be blessed and experience Your conditional Love. We want to sh-share Your conditional Love with everyone, even if they don’t think that they want it. P-please allow us to continue to push forward against those who would reject Your conditional Love so that all may know and appreciate it. For those who do not meet the conditions of Your conditional Love, we know that they would be grateful to hear about it anyway. Sue Jess, we ask You to keep Norbert in Your thoughts and to ask You to set things right through him, even if it means he has to use You as a proxy for his own desires again. Sue Jess, You are already the Owner of all of our souls and I hope that Norbert’s grandson one day understands and accepts that with a smile. In the name of the Male, the Female, the Unknown Nice Person, and the Mysterious Void, we pray, Eightmen.” “What a wonderfully thought out prayer,” the female cohost of the week said with a smile. “Our next caller is a young man named Drake.” Bob smiled at the camera. “Hello, Drake. It’s nice to see young people take an interest in the show.” “Yeah, most people my age barely even know the show exists,” Drake said while trying to avoid a snicker and inaudibly whispering, “they’re lucky.” “So what can I help you with today, Drake?” Bob asked. “Well, I had a comment, more like a criticism actually,” Drake said. Bob blinked a couple times in apprehension and nervously nodded. “First of all, I don’t appreciate how you attempted to dox Ralph after blatantly kidnapping and unlawfully imprisoning and torturing both him and my brother. By the way, my brother was hoping that his self-defense bite to your right arm is still causing you troubles.” “N-now see here,” Bob said with a quivering, angry tone that matched the state of his body. “I did nothing wrong! It was the heathens who wouldn’t accept My, err…Sue Jess’s blessings in order to purge the slimms within-” Bob’s mic suddenly glitched up for a moment. “They didn’t have any slimms within,” Drake said. “Speaking of which, Jimm, if you’re out there, you still owe me for that soda. As for you, Bob. What you did was inexcusable. My brother still has nightmares and you could’ve killed them both with your selfish, bigoted beliefs!” Bob had been shouting the whole time, but surprisingly, as soon as Drake stopped talking, his mic started working again. “...Jess is always right!” The feedback rang in the studio for a moment before Bob took a couple deep breaths and allowed the bulging veins in his head to recede. “I-I was asked to save souls and sometimes I have to do d-drastic means to do that. You see, Sue Jess is like drain cleaner.” Drake quickly saw a chance to interject and pounced on it. “Because he’s toxic, should be kept away from children at all costs, and praying to him is pointless?” “N-no.” Bob frantically shook his creaking, crackling head. “Wh-what I meant to say is that Sue Jess is like a…banana.” Drake elatedly pounced again, “He was created by people, is extremely fragile by nature with zero defenses, and praying to him is absolutely pointless?” “No, I-” Bob took another deep breath and slid a hand across his neck as a signal to cut the call. “I’ll pray for you, Drake.” “Ooo, that’s a relief,” Drake said on air, much to Bob’s surprise. “For a second I thought that you were going to actually do something instead of pretending to while actually doing nothing.” Bob continued to make the “cut call” gesture with increasing irritation as Drake continued, “But I’ll tell you what, Bob. You’ve been doing so much praying that this time around, why don’t you let me do it?” Bob pressed the Mute Call button on the nearby console and tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mic. Drake chuckled and said, “Well, okay then. O humble viewers of this channel, thank you for your time. Bobby here normally barks out so many twisted, bigoted, thinly veiled threats that you all are past due for something more genuine. My wish for you is that your eyes and minds become more open.” Bob frequently hammered his console as his profanity was faintly picked up by the female cohost of the week’s mic. “I know that you all carry a potential for many great and wonderful things if you would just be willing to think more objectively and realize what you are all capable of all on your own without any deity’s…‘help,’ especially the one that Bobby is trying to peddle.” The female cohost leaned over to Bob and asked if she could help. Bob snapped and her mic was able to pick up a slightly distorted, “I don’t need a fucking woman’s help. This is a man’s problem.” “And in conclusion, this is my wish for your prosperity,” Drake said. “I hope that you can pass on to your children the lessons of how to think, not what to think. Remember, truth doesn’t fear scrutiny. Question everything. I wish you all the best. Bye.” Drake hung up and Bob hammered the console again, causing an ear-splitting feedback. Bob nervously looked at the camera and said, “W-we’ll be postponing live sessions indefinitely until we can address some…technical difficulties. I apologize that you all had to endure that blatant display of hatred for our Lord and Master Sue Jess and everything He stands for…”

 

[Cuntspiracy Man]

Some categories often housed primarily spam or invited divisive discussions that led to extensive moderation and an unpleasant environment.

ok i understand something like, say, the politics forum
but what kinda flame wars were going down in 'software'

X

are we SURE this isn't a troll? this is a bit too on the snout
if it's legit i really wanna know what's going through their head when theyre writing these

 

[Cobson Gemson]

 

[DungeonMaster]

ok i understand something like, say, the politics forum
but what kinda flame wars were going down in 'software'

are we SURE this isn't a troll? this is a bit too on the snout
if it's legit i really wanna know what's going through their head when theyre writing these

If she weren't sincere wouldn't have written a troll fic for seven years straight. To be honest I see where you're coming from. This ticks so many boxes it could have been written by someone trying to mock furries/trans people/leftists by conflating them all together. It's like the setting of a White Wolf game made solely from DeviantArt fetishes from the perspective of a 2014-era tumblrina alternating between being serious or silly at the drop of a hat.

What's going on in her is that she's doing two things she likes: stickin' it to the conservatards and writing about furries beating everyone up and being hot and beating up said conservatards.

The writing is pretty good, although the plot is somewhat disjointed and it's a bit difficult to understand at times. It seems deeply, unabashedly sincere and unashamed of itself which is actually kinda refreshing in this day and age especially when it seems extremely tone-deaf and insensitive by the standards of today's online leftists.

 

[Cobson Gemson]

pic rel makes gen Z peen big

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It also makes any Minecraft YouTuber's peen big too!

 

[lolcow yoghurt]

what kinda flame wars were going down in 'software'

Pirating drawing software I assume

 

[Whatevermancer]

ok i understand something like, say, the politics forum
but what kinda flame wars were going down in 'software'

Nah, that's where the spamming happened. "General nerdiness" section was largely abandoned by normal users, so all it had were spam threads.
Speaking of spam, I think the forums had no countermeasures against it(e.g. checking if the user makes the same post multiple times in a row or if the post has hyperlinks), so many spam threads were posted daily. Sure, they got closed by the mods, but they would still shit up the front page. Most spammers didn't give a shit and just posted from completely blank newly created profiles, but others were more crafty and would first upload an avatar, add some artwork to favorites and instead of creating threads, they replied to them, while advertising whatever garbage they wanted to advertise:

Yeah, I was also upset when my dog died. But the I found a new way of coping with grief.

I doubt that this extra effort paid off, though.

 

[Vinluv Handesbukia]

If she weren't sincere wouldn't have written a troll fic for seven years straight. To be honest I see where you're coming from. This ticks so many boxes it could have been written by someone trying to mock furries/trans people/leftists by conflating them all together. It's like the setting of a White Wolf game made solely from DeviantArt fetishes from the perspective of a 2014-era tumblrina alternating between being serious or silly at the drop of a hat.

What's going on in her is that she's doing two things she likes: stickin' it to the conservatards and writing about furries beating everyone up and being hot and beating up said conservatards.

The writing is pretty good, although the plot is somewhat disjointed and it's a bit difficult to understand at times. It seems deeply, unabashedly sincere and unashamed of itself which is actually kinda refreshing in this day and age especially when it seems extremely tone-deaf and insensitive by the standards of today's online leftists.

does she know that DeviantArt has a journal option? Imagine being so dense you still yap about wanting a feature implemented 20 years ago.

 

[RX-78]

It's the 888th page and no one's posted ms paint vore yet, I'm disappointed.

 

[macrodegenerate]

It's the 888th page and no one's posted ms paint vore yet, I'm disappointed.

MS Vore porn is only horrifying in the meta sense. Not the image itself. Most of these images are made by minors who are entering puberty. The horrifying thing is that they are being exposed to works online that are fetishistic, and those Ms paint drawings are an attempt to replicate the base object of their desire.

What should horrify you more than ms-paint fetish art is the low barrier of entry to generative AI. Specifically in the context of children entering puberty. The few Zoomers growing up with even a slight technical aptitude for computers will be drawn to the ease of generating fetish stuff and drown in it over the course of a single summer if their parents are not paying attention.

 

[RicoNecroDoc]

It's the 888th page and no one's posted ms paint vore yet, I'm disappointed.

Here you go.

 

[Hooligan Handgun]

Combining your fetishes with your political beliefs always leads to some insane shit. Case in point:

https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/To-Serve-my-Ass-and-Cushion-my-Fall-999720981

https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/Meanwhile-at-the-Policemen-s-Ball-1003548806

 

[Vinluv Handesbukia]

Combining your fetishes with your political beliefs always leads to some insane shit. Case in point:
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https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/To-Serve-my-Ass-and-Cushion-my-Fall-999720981

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https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/Meanwhile-at-the-Policemen-s-Ball-1003548806

The red shirt S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who may or may not be a skrull with a sonic blaster:

 

[Cobson Gemson]

this hints to some tard drama going on and i cant be fucked to find context

https://www.deviantart.com/tr3nz0l/art/marvelthomas-s-behavior-to-me-in-a-nutshell-1004149676

 

[RX-78]

MS Vore porn is only horrifying in the meta sense. Not the image itself. Most of these images are made by minors who are entering puberty.

Daily reminder that it is everyone's societal obligation to gatekeep the hell out of minors regardless of what goofy stuff you are into. Bullying middle schoolers away from fetish content is one of the best ways to keep the internet clean.

Here you go.

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I can't tell if that's a misshapen hyena or a bat, and it's probably better that I don't know.

Combining your fetishes with your political beliefs always leads to some insane shit. Case in point:
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https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/To-Serve-my-Ass-and-Cushion-my-Fall-999720981

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https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/Meanwhile-at-the-Policemen-s-Ball-1003548806

I shouldn't be surprised that this guy is shoving in 2020 politics into his fatty oc's deep lore when he spent the whole summer being indecisive about her gimmick and blewa few hundred on comms with different themes.

 

[Cobson Gemson]

https://www.deviantart.com/sy-ku/status-update/notice-dis-status-is-1001857330

 

[macrodegenerate]

Combining your fetishes with your political beliefs always leads to some insane shit. Case in point:
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https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/To-Serve-my-Ass-and-Cushion-my-Fall-999720981

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https://www.deviantart.com/whouldyoulookatthat/art/Meanwhile-at-the-Policemen-s-Ball-1003548806

White outlines on fatties, are a mistake.

 

[Hooligan Handgun]

I shouldn't be surprised that this guy is shoving in 2020 politics into his fatty oc's deep lore when he spent the whole summer being indecisive about her gimmick and blewa few hundred on comms with different themes.

I’m going to regret asking this, but how bad was the art he blew money on?