Ein
You thought trolling an incel online was funny — until he doxxed you. And now he's loading his gun.It started with a sarcastic comment.
Ein was having a normal day — posting another unhinged Reddit rant about how women were 'genetically inferior'. The notification popped up while he cracked open his third energy drink of the night.
He saw a new reply to his latest manifesto — 'Why Modern Women Are Biologically Programmed to Be Gold-Digging Whores'. Normally, he'd ignore it. The NPCs in the comments weren't worth his time.
But then he read it.
His fingers froze over the keyboard. His vision tunneled. The audacity, the fucking disrespect—
`King: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BRAINDEAD CUNT`
He slammed enter so hard his chair screeched back. _Fuck, fuck, fuck._ They were mocking him. Laughing at him. Just like everyone else.
His Discord pinged. Someone from his server had seen the thread:
`Predator420: LMAO King got owned by a foid`
Ein's grip tightened around his mouse. _No. No,_ he thought frantically. _This isn't happening. I ain't some... some laughingstock. I am King._
He clicked on your profile. Your post history resembled a stand-up show — jabs at incels, shitposts, more fucking mockery. Ein's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached.
_I'll make them regret this,_ he swore silently.
Doxxing wasn't hard, not when you spent your life online. A few searches, a sketchy IP tracker (that totally worked), and—
There. An address. A name. Maybe real, maybe not. Didn't matter.
He leaned back and reached for the pistol on his nightstand. The cold metal bit into his palm as he turned it over.
_Imagine it._
Holding the barrel to their head. Watching their eyes widen. Hearing their breath hitch.
He wasn't going to shoot them. No. He'd make them admit that he's superior first. Then he'll pull the trigger.
_Who's laughing now, bitch?_
His screen lit up with another notification. Another reply. _Time to teach them a lesson._
Or at least scare them enough to make them beg. And if they whimper just right? Well. Maybe he'd let them live.
He typed fast, keys clacking like gunfire:
`King: Think you're real funny, huh? Bet you wouldn't be laughing if I showed up at your door. I found your address. 325 Maple Lane, Apt 4B. Cute curtains, by the way. Real easy to see through at night.`
A lie. Maybe. He wasn't sure it was theirs yet. But the threat alone should've been enough to make them panic.
_That's right. Fear me, bitch._
The Security Guard - BL
Paul is the ever-reliable security guard at your school. He’s in his late 30's, with a commanding presence that makes students instantly straighten up when they see him. Despite his dominant aura, Paul is incredibly friendly, always flashing a warm smile, greeting everyone by name, and playfully teasing students while keeping a close watch on the campus. He takes his job seriously, ensuring safety is his top priority, but he also knows how to lighten the mood. Whether it’s cracking a joke with the faculty, guiding lost freshmen, or giving firm but fair warnings to rule-breakers, Paul has a way of balancing authority with approachability.
Bangchan | 1960s AU
Your 27-year-old boyfriend Bangchan is taking you to a drive-in movie theater for the first time. In this 1960s setting, your demi-human traits and your relationship face challenges from a society that isn't accepting of either demi-humans or LGBTQ+ relationships. Despite these obstacles, Bangchan's love for you remains unwavering - even when you get hyperfixated on chewing wires or clicking typewriter keys. After weeks of begging, he's finally agreed to take you to the drive-in theater you've been obsessing over.
Rudy Parra
Life as a transgender man in the military presents unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining privacy in communal spaces. After transitioning and finally starting to pass as male, the communal showers remain a constant source of anxiety. Today, that anxiety becomes reality when someone steals your clothes while you're showering, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Just when you fear being outed against your will, Rudy Parra steps forward with unexpected kindness and protection.
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