Hi there, /dis/.
I love the /lit/ board here, oh-so-very much, but I can't help but see that there isn't that much M/M writing going on; I'd like to remedy that a little, though I need a little bit of help.
Fighting Games are my forte, especially The King Of Fighters and Street Fighter- it's just a minefield for brutality and buffed up guys!
So for the M/M fans out there, any fighters?
If so, I'd love to hear what fighting game slash you'd like written. Series, character names, Guro concept. In effect, I suppose this is a request thread, haha!
Also, what is the cutoff point; when is it too 'soft' to post? I have a fic with some beating, ball busting and puke, but not all too much blood that I'm contemplating posting, but writing something for a relatively niche audience is always good fun.
Finally, how are posts coded? Is it BBCode or some other kind of markup?
Let's get some ideas going!
/f/, /g/, /s/, I like a challenge.
Well as a guy the only guys I ever found hot in SF were alpha 3 Ken and Vega. KoF is a roster of like 50 nameless, boring people.
Something like Gulty Gear would be interesting. Faust operating on Zappa for example. There's a lot to run with there.
You can only code italics and bold in your posts which.. it's been a while.. I think goes like this or /like this/.
well italics are done by putting _ around your text like "_ blah _" minus the spaces. I don't remember how to do bold.
Great! Another "I need help writing my epic story" thread.
No jokes or anything this time. Just write a fucking story and post it! Am I the only one who finds it stupid to come on here and claim you're writing a story, but need someone to tell you what characters to use?
The stink of troll is making me want to puke!
>>4
Am I the only one who finds these people who call every other thread a "troll" stupid? Do you even fucking know what that fucking word means?
>>2
Ken and Vega, huh? I've got to say, I was always fond of them.
Faust and Zappa, however, I'll see what I can do!
>>3
Thank you very much! Like... This?
(I've just found the formatting guide, but your help is appreciated!)
>>4
You've missed the point, I'd like to write something for someone. M/M Guro that isn't vampires or Death Note or whatever the kids are into these days is pretty rare. If you don't like what I'm doing, then just walk by. I thought that was a basic skill that applies particularly these boards.
I'd like to see Bridget walking home and getting raped, but when they realise it's a guy torture him and cut his balls off, fuck the hole.
Also Chun Li, anything with her is awesome. And Sakura.
Maybe I over use troll, but has anyone ever seen a story come from these "Help me write my epic" threads? I sure haven't. I mean, really! He's got wonderful ideas for a m/m story, but he needs someone to tell him what characters to use, and what game to base it on? It sounds to me right there that he has NO story ideas at all!
>>8
So we're both in agreement that you're an idiot who doesn't know what words mean, then? Good, now fuck off. Your bitching and whining is far more annoying than anything else in this thread. In fact, with no subtle amount of irony, you are coming off as more trollish than anyone else here.
Why don't you just shut the fuck up and write? First you bitch on on Gaiaonline, and now here?
You're really funny. I mean it. I won't even abbreviate. I laughed out loud! Is your post supposed to be an ironic look at what a troll would write? That's what it comes across as! How in the name of God did you take me saying "maybe I over use troll" to mean I'm an idiot who doesn't understand what words mean? My bitching and whining pales in comparison to the ass-dribbles you have posted. To get back to my earlier posts >>4 and >>8 Which I still stand by...
Like >>10 says:
Shen, just shut the fuck up and write a damn story! If you think non-death Note M/M stories are rare, then fucking write something! You really need someone to tell you the subject matter? Here's a startlingly simple idea. Post a sample of your writing skills! Maybe then I'll actually believe you can really put a story together, and aren't a troll just looking for things to jerk off to.
More from the OP of >>4
By the way. I also write. I have no need of others to tell me ideas. In fact, I actively refuse requests. Let's take as an example Steven King. Does he run around asking his fans to tell him what to write? take any author you have ever heard of. None of them demand that people give them ideas and characters to use.
I'm back! I'm the OP of >>4>>8>>11 and >>12 Here’s just a quick sample of my writing. This is off the cuff. I know nothing about fighting games, so I’ll use original characters in my own situation. (How shocking!) I know it's not very good, but it only took me about an hour to write. Hope you like it!
I smiled as I waited for my brother to open the door.
Payback’s a bitch, and that bitch was about to get his! The
dim light within the closet gleamed off the knife I had
swiped from the kitchen. Testing the edge with my thumb, I
couldn’t help laughing as warmth ran down my hand and
across my wrist.
A sound! He was in the room! I listened carefully as he
moved about. The soft rustling of fabric announced he was
getting undressed. My body tensed. Very soon now, and
Michael would learn who was boss!
His bed creaked, and I sprang! “You fuckin’ shit!” I cried
as I crashed through the door. “I’ll teach you to squeal on
me to mom and dad!”
“Paul, what the fuck?” he managed to scream before I
joined him on the bed. “Get away from me, you asshole!”
A grin spread over my face as my dear brother tried to hide
his cock with the filthy magazine he had planned to jerk off
to. “What’s the matter, dickhead? Sharon leave you
hanging high and dry again?”
His eyes locked onto the knife. “You’re the virgin, Pauly!
Who are you to talk?”
“I’m the one with the fucking knife!” I put the blade
against the side of his cock, and laughed as his erection
rapidly wilted. “Aww, what’s wrong? Not in the mood any
more?”
“G-Get off of me!” His voice actually cracked! “Get out of
here and I won’t tell mom what you did!”
My own cock was pulsing harder and harder. “Big brother,
lube my cock!”
His face went pale. “Are you sick? I’m no queer! I didn’t
think you were either!”
I moved the knife just the tiniest of a fraction of an inch. A
tiny bead of blood formed on the smooth skin of his penis.
“I said, lube my cock!”
Michael squealed like a little girl. “Okay! Just don’t do
anything crazy!” He picked up the bottle of baby oil he had
on his pillow, and with shaking hands spurted some onto
my own throbbing member. “There, h-how’s that?”
“Good, but not good enough!” I twisted a bit so he had
easier access to my erection. “Stroke it! Pretend it’s yours
and jerk me off!”
“Oh God! You are a homo!” I didn’t care what he said,
because it felt so good when he started to move his hand
over my boner!
“That’s nice!” I sighed. “You do almost as good a job as
Sharon did last night!”
His hand stopped. “You sick fucking freak! Why would
Sharon ever touch you?”
I laughed. “Maybe it had something to do with the roofies I
slipped her. Guess what? I reached up her twat and pulled
out her diaphragm. With any luck I knocked that cow up
last night!”
His hand squeezed my cock painfully tight. “You sick little
shit! I’ll kill you!”
I kept my head, and moved the knife again. “Jerk me!” I
snapped, as the blood started to flow along his injured cock.
Michael wailed. “You’re insane!” but his hand started to
move again.
“How can I be insane? We’re twins! You and I share the
same DNA!” I took a deep breath. His hand felt good on
my cock. It was time to push this to the next level! I
carefully climbed over him until my cock was above his
face. “Now Michael, I want you to suck!” I wriggled the
knife. “Suck, or I turn you into an instant girl!”
My twin let out a sob. “This is disgusting!” I almost came
then and there as his lips closed over my hardness.
“Good boy!” I cheered, as he began to move his tongue
around my cock in a wonderful swirling motion. “Your
mouth is almost as hot as Sharon’s!”
He moaned around my cock as he worked. It felt
wonderful! Before long I felt that old familiar feeling.
“Take what I give you!” I warned. “Take it, or I saw off
your little prick!”
Holy God! He was taking it! My cock throbbed, and he
swallowed! Michael was gobbering down my spunk like a
pro! It felt fantastic!
Before long it was over. Michael gasped and coughed,
trying to clear my spunk from his throat. “You’re sick!” he
whined. “Why did you do this?”
“You told mom and dad I was in danger of failing history!
You fucking little shit!” Anger got the best of me and I
rushed right to stage two. With a flash of steel, I severed his
stupid little cock from his body.
Damn! You should have heard him wail! “My cock!” he
cried like a sissy-girl. “You c-cut me! Oh God! My cock!”
Blood spurted all over me as I lifted the severed organ and
waved it in his face. “Now I have a sister!” I teased, as his
face turned ashen while the blood flowed.
I had to act fast, because he was slipping into shock. “I
should tell the truth.” I said softly as I pushed him over a
bit on the bed. “I am a virgin. I never touched that cow
Sharon.” I laughed. “I have a feeling that will change very
soon!” He reached for me, but there seemed to be no
strength left in his body.
I held up the pills I had carefully been clenching in my left
hand. “People are going to be shocked at what you did,
dear brother-of-mine!” I choked the roofies down dry.
“You hit me, and forced me to take drugs at knifepoint!
Then you turned homo and sucked me off! I guess the
shame was too much, so you picked a really disgusting way
to commit suicide! Imagine what mom and dad with think
when they get home in a few hours and find this scene!”
I was starting to feel dizzy, so I had to act fast! I grabbed
his weakly flailing right hand and curled the fingers into a
fist. I saw stars when I slammed it hard as I could into my
own mouth. Good! I tasted blood, and spit out a tooth.
Perfect! I put the knife into his hand, and once more closed
his fingers into a fist. If I was very lucky, his fingerprints
would totally obliterate mine!
Michael was struggling weaker now. I don’t think he had
much life left in him. I laid down fully on his bed, and
pulled his gently writhing body over me. I used his knife
hand to cut a swift slice across my throat. It would bleed
like hell, but I was very careful not to hit the carotid artery!
I tried to hold on, but I think the drug was acting faster then
I expected. I hope I remember what it felt like when his last
breath rattled in his chest!
Wow! It's been a week, and no sample of Shen's work. My quicky story only took an hour to write.
Oh well.
Busy with college and the like and I come back to this?
I don't see a need to be so confrontational, a hobby and an offer being taken so seriously. It's pretty pointless arguing, though.
http://orz.gurochan.net/lit/kareha.pl/1252101581/l50
This is the last I wrote. Check the time stamp on that one, if you so please.
some people have way too much free time...
I liked the story, post more please
