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I knew a girl like this in junior high. She thought she was a reincarnated magical purple wolf spirit married to shadow the hedgehog. She would pretend to bark and snarl at people and never shut up about how she was really a wolf in a humans body and poo poo. Eventually her parents started homeschooling her and she only got crazier. These days she draws furry porn for a living and obsesses over Garrus from mass effect. Sadly I can't really think of any good stories, otherwise I would offer to share them. Sorry.
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Does Denise have any pets? If so how does she treat them?
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Oct 31, 2011 03:42
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I remember seeing a lady on deviantart name her baby after Tails from the sonic games. 
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I've been putting this off, but I have to start getting this out somewhere. My brother does this crazy "videogames are REAL guys!!" poo poo and can barely take care of himself, but feels like imaginary and real women should be throwing themselves at him. The worst part is that our mom still coddles him at 18 and constantly shoots down mine and our dad's attempts to bring the kid back to reality  I guess I could tell some stories but it'd be really depressing and I don't want to bring down the thread.
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Dec 3, 2011 03:38
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Hi I just found my younger brother's fanfiction where he turns me, another relative and some anime girls into fairies and rapes and tortures us.  He's always been obsessed with fairies and convinced they're real and poo poo but ohhhh my godddEDIT: Aaaaa I meant to hit preview oops I confronted him about it and he at first denied it, then awkwardly admitted that he's been writing stories like this for years. This is his way of getting back at women who have pissed him off, apparently. Keep in mind he literally thinks he is a reincarnation of some peter pan fairy prince, and will go back to being so after he dies. I ended up screaming at him and now he's in his room pouting. I both want to cry and laugh hysterically right now. Dabbo fucked around with this message at 05:38 on Dec 4, 2011 |
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Dec 4, 2011 05:30
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naptalan posted:Jesus christ. Is that the guy who posted that in the Minecraft thread? Thanks to my brother I've learned there is actually a subculture of people online who get off to writing fairy torture porn. The minecraft guy is loving mild compared to these people. What's hilarious is that right now our mom is texting me demanding to know why I was violating my brothers privacy(I walked by his laptop and saw an open word document titled something like "Dabbos just desserts part 3"). My brother is 18. I could write a book about how my brother is basically chris chan and our mom's frantic attempts to protect his ego, but I need to take a shower first.
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Ask me about having a Fairy Prince for a brother Things started out innocently enough. When I was 4 and my brother was 2, our Dad was discharged from the Air Force. We moved into the only place our parents could afford, a rougher part of town with few other kids. Our parents, afraid of the violence that constantly went on in our neighborhood, did their best to shelter us from the real world. While I love our parents, we really suffered from this. Often we would be kept inside the house for weeks at a time, because our Mom insisted it wasn't safe outside and other kids couldn't be trusted. Then we were old enough to start school. Mom wanted to homeschool us but she didn't have the time, and our Dad didn't want to put in that much work. So off to public school we went. From his first days there the teachers quickly noticed that my brother was very slow and wayyyy behind his peers developmentally. He couldn't talk, couldn't grasp the concept of letters or different colors, and couldn't comprehend basic instructions like "stay at your desk" or "don't wander out into the street during recess." The teachers quickly held a conference with our Mom, who was pretty offended that they'd suggest something was wrong with her son. That is, until someone uttered a word that would change all our lives forever. "Autism." Our Mom quickly changed her outlook. Her baby had autism. Her baby was special. She was an Autism mom! She would walk around the house bragging about my brother's autism, going on about what a stuggle it was, and how the world would be extra nasty to him and she'd always protect him no matter what. She would bring up the autism every chance she got, and never failed to let my brother know how unique and special he was, and not to listen to the mean children who made fun of him for barely being able to function, they're just not gifted like you. The only way my brother learned how to read and write was through the extensive efforts of his teachers. For a long time he was very uncooperative, since they actually expected him to do things and learn after a lifetime of our mom coddling him. Cut to a few years later. Both of us are horribly socially awkward and bullied. Our dad is incredibly abusive and distant, and our mom is basically living vicariously through her son's (newly diagnosed)Aspergers Syndrome. We both would constantly fall back into our imaginations to cope with the situation, since it wasn't like we could go outside. I read books like crazy and turned to art and the internet to escape. My brother, who still couldn't read or write well, was always watching cartoons and acting them out. He could only ever talk if he was quoting a movie or TV show, and imitating a character. For about three weeks he imitated Mario's accent, until I got fed up and punched him. Our mother grounded me for two months. I specifically remember this because it was around this time my brother started gaining an interest in "shrinking." He would constantly come in my room and use my art supplies to draw out crude pictures of girls he knew slowly growing or shrinking. Because he was 8 it was pretty hard to make out who it was, you could only tell by asking who it was. All he would do all day was watch TV and obsessively draw picture after picture of girls he liked shrinking and getting stepped on. I remember making fun of him and calling it creepy. Our mom yelled at me for mocking his creativity and grounded me for another month. Next bit will be my brother hitting puberty and discovering the internet. And seeing Peter Pan for the first time.
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Catling Gun posted:If there's any way at all for you get as far away as possible from your brother, it, uh...might be a good idea. eumenidy posted:
Corridor posted:Hmm my son has written stories about raping my daughter. Do I: Our mom kind of has a history of protecting my brother from my eeeevil negativity at all costs. It's never been this ridiculous though. Ask me about having a fairy prince for a brother Part one ------- By the time my brother was in middle school I was on my way to high school, where I would constantly make up as many excuses as possible not to be at home. Because of this I didn't interact with him very often and don't have a lot of stories. Usually I would just hear about things he did from my parents. Among the things he did was urinate on piles of leaves and basketball poles, draw on every single desk he sat at, fold and rip up textbook pages, sneak food from lunch(not just chips or something, but like a sandwich or pizza) into class, play videogames during class, and still obsessively draw pictures of girls he liked. Apparently if a girl was absent he would insist on sitting in her chair as well. At home he was still drawing on the walls and only speaking in quotes from cartoons. Our mom was still letting him get away with every little thing and refusing to show any form of discipline, while conversely our dad was constantly yelling at him and calling him an idiot. Obviously none of this was very good for his mental growth. He continued to bumble along through life being a giant creeper having problems at school and whining about how he couldn't get any girls at home. Eventually dad got sick of hearing my brother talk about girls and told him he'd be grounded if he didn't stop. Then we got cable and he discovered the powerpuff girls. He didn't get obsessed with them thankfully, but he did draw everything to look like a powerpuff girl from then on, which would make it extra creepy. One night our mom decided to rent peter pan. My brother was enthralled. He would watch it over and over and throw a tantrum when it was time to take it back. Our mom rented it again, then finally bought the movie for him. I have never seen a vhs tape wear out so fast. He would constantly fast forward and rewind it to play his favorite parts over and over and over. Eventually his favorite hobby became popping in the tape and frequently replaying all the scenes with tinkerbell. I remember walking into the living room one day, and saw the movie paused on tinkerbell. He was just staring at her. I went into the kitchen, made a snack and came back five minutes later. He was still staring. After this, all he drew was powerpuff girl fairies. All day. Still growing and shrinking, either tearing down crudely drawn cities or getting stepped on by feet drawn in loving detail. Our dad would constantly call him a freak but not do anything else about it, while our mom said every drawing was a masterpiece and she was so proud of her sons artistic prowess. This would later develop a persecution complex that he would whine about on the internet. I don't know what websites he visited but he constantly left his aim conversations open when it was my turn to use the computer. Somehow he had found other people who were obsessed with fairies and the idea of growing and shrinking. Whatever, I thought, at least he finally has friends. What I didn't realize was that these people actually thought they were fairies. There was this big thing about how they were magical fairies in their past lives and somehow all of them were princesses or some sort of fairy royalty. I guess my brother ate this poo poo up because soon he was constantly drawing himself as a powerpuff fairy king, and wouldn't stop talking to mom about how he just didn't feel right in his fat, hairy human body and was destined for more. Our mom, who was obsessed with the idea of reincarnation and poo poo, went right along with it. She would go on about how her son had to be some sort of royalty and she was some mystical sprit queen. She tried to drag me into it, but I wouldn't comply. She would snottily suggest that maybe I was a peasent who couldn't remember a boring past life or something like that. I laughed at her, she got angry and grounded me for a month. Next up, my brother enters high school, becomes a stalker. Dabbo fucked around with this message at 23:25 on Dec 5, 2011 |
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Because this is nightmarish and so far from being okay it's not even funny and aaaaaaaaaaa
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OH yeah I forgot to mention that around this time he regularly tortured animals. He loved to catch butterflies and gently caress up their wings then laugh at them while they crawled around in pain. He cut off our cats whiskers and would hold her face against searing hot light bulbs. One time I caught him putting the puppy in the microwave. I screamed at him and our mom took away my favorite books as punishment for 'scaring him.' At this time I also had some pet rats. He was always trying to play with them no matter how much me and our dad yelled at him to leave them alone. One day he dropped my favorite rat on the concrete floor, killing her. This was one of the first times he was actually punished for his actions, and as far as I know he stopped torturing animals after that. He just switched to writing about it instead I guess! 
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Fascinator posted:Dabbo seriously, you should report your brother to your local mental health bureau, then do everything in your power to move to another state and never, ever speak to your mother or brother again. Jesus everliving Christ, that is the scariest thing I've read in a long time. Your brother sounds like a serial killer in the making. I don't know how to report him, and I'm not sure I would if I did. I've been in a mental institute before and it only did more harm than good. Especially since I know he wouldn't be willing to cooperate.
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Zeroisanumber posted:I understand that, but what's he going to do when your mother dies? He needs to start taking life skills classes and start transitioning into a situation where he can start to take care of himself. And honestly, as much as it hurts to say I don't think he'll be outliving our parents. Despite all the work our dad's put in the kid has no idea how to take care of himself and refuses to exercise or eat real food. He's completely helpless when he has to do things like shop or talk to a teacher on his own. We try to encourage him to be healthier and independent, but.... ugh. He'd rather watch youtube LPs and write about fairies all day Finisher1 posted:Dabbo, how long has it been since the stories you just described took place? Is your brother still like that? Much as I'd like to imagine that he's gotten better, it doesn't seem likely. The reason I ask is because I'm genuinely fearful of what someone like him would be like in the adult world. Sudden Guts Pill posted:Now we should probably stow most of this discussion until it's posted and talk more about holy gently caress, Dabbo, how did you deal with all that? I can imagine it was hard enough having a brother who wrote/drew odd, violent sexual fantasies about you and other people he knew and murdering animals, but I don't think I could cope with my mother defending him at every turn and come out sane. First as a dumb kid I read shitloads of books and watched and drew lots of anime. I'm amazed I didn't turn into Denise, I was so loving obsessed. Later I discovered that sonic the hedgehog poo poo was easier to draw than anime and got even worse because of how terrible the fandom is. As I got older I turned to drugs, self harm and suicide attempts to deal with everything going on. I'm not sure what I'm more ashamed of. These days I'm severely socially awkward, have trust issues, seperation anxiety and stuggle with codependency. As much as the constant groundings hosed me over(staying in the same room for months on end fucks with you a lot) it also meant that I would have to stay off the internet and take a break from the anime for extended periods of time. I think that's the one thing that saved me from being like my brother, as depressing as that is. Also lots of therapy and medication. Acebuckeye13 posted:There's not really much I can say to this. Jesus Christ, both your mother and your brother need some serious help. At least your Dad seems a bit more mentally stable. How supportive is/was he towards you? Back in the day my dad was incredibly violent and unstable and tbh I can't write about some of the things he did without shaking and breaking into tears. I'm pretty weak, haha. After I moved out on my own I didn't talk to him for almost two years, even when it meant living in poverty and starving. During those two years he recieved therapy and took anger management classes. He also stopped drinking. He's much, much better these days, enough that I currently live with him now. Speaking of which, I should clarify our living situation. Both me and my brother live with the dad, and occasionally visit our mother. He tends to stay with her on the weekends, while I put off visiting her as much as possible. fork bomb posted:Dabbo, it's fantastic that you are living with your dad now instead of your mom and brother. What does your dad have to say about all this? It's his kid too, he has parental authority just as much as your mom (obviously less so/none at all now that your brother is an adult). Would you also please elaborate on why you have been in a mental institution and not your brother? Our dad seriously worries about my brother and is working hard to undo my mom's damage. He's constantly venting to me about his frustration over what a mess my brother is, how angry he is over my mom's treatment of him and constantly blaming himself for everything. It's really depressing. It's uncomfortable to talk about, but I was a huge loving mess when I hit my late teens. I was addicted to meth(still working on that oops), had untreated bipolar, was cutting and burning myself constantly, and tried to kill myself several times. I should have gone sooner, but my mom insisted I was just doing everything for attention while my dad was too busy being drunk or sleeping all day to even notice. When I was old enough I admitted myself and finally got the help I needed. I'm in debt for life but it was worth it. My brother hasn't been institutionalized because no one's made him go, basically. Dad doesn't have the money, and mom thinks that its only crazies and fuckups. I can't imagine what having two kids put through it would do for her ego. Dabbo fucked around with this message at 05:42 on Dec 6, 2011 |
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Nessa posted:As she posted a few pages ago, she found her brother's rape/torture/murder stories just the other day and is now staying with her dad. He's 18. Oh, I should point out that no one ever dies in his stories. Sometimes they get tortured nonstop for eternity but never murdered. I don't know what that means  I should also clarify that while the institution I went to was terrible, it did lead to me getting a good therapist and rehab. So I guess I was too quick to say it did more harm than good.
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Uh, this is quickly going from "haha my crazy brother thinks hes a fairy" to "haha my whole family is terrible and batshit," which is pretty off topic. I still have more stories and I want to keep answering questions, though. Should I make a new thread or keep posting in this one?
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Dec 6, 2011 06:26
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Alrighty, went ahead and made a new thread. http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3453360 I should have a new story up sometime tonight or tomorrow morning!
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uglynoodles posted:
He has a fro going on but otherwise this is accurate and beautiful thank you.
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