Rule 34 Meme

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Rule 34 Meme

Rule 34: "There is porn of it. No exceptions." True of almost any fandom, any character - and wouldn't it be awful if your character was browsing the internet and happened to see some of that? Even if it's not porn, some of the material available on the internet can be mind-scarring for those who appear in it...

Of course, some of us play OCs and small fandom characters for whom rule 34 may not actually be true. In the interest of fairness, feel free to pretend there's vast arrays of porn of them. No one will call you out on providing it.

1. Respond with your character with your name and canon in the subject line.
2. Respond to other characters.
3. They have now found porn/other brainbreaking stuff of one or both of them.
4. React appropriately.

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Trent Douglas and Cimeries | OC

[speaking_in_tongues]

[He's browsing his porn and loving every minute of it.

Saving the best pics to send them around to everyone he knows with a message of there is porn of me and none of you!

Because that's what mature people do.]

[derpmcnerd]

Well, it's not cow porn...

[ Also not her but she's not going to comment on that because she probably wouldn't want to make porn with her in it either.

Also she would die of embarrassment. ]

[speaking_in_tongues]

I'm too sexy for bovines, I have moved on to bigger and better things.

[It's okay, Filly, Trent is shameless enough for both of you.]

[derpmcnerd]

Are you saying that I'm bigger than a cow, because generally speaking that isn't a compliment.

[ A glance at the computer and the rather impressively hung whoever that Trent has been paired with in that particular image makes her hold up her hands to stop him from answering. ]

Never mind, I see what you mean.

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Oh fuck! He opens his mouth to protest loudly when Filly silences him.]

Ah, that. [He flashes her a smirk.] Cows just couldn't keep up anymore. It's sad, you know, when love stories come to an end.

[derpmcnerd]

My condolences.

[ She goes to sit herself down on his lap, clicking on another image. ]

You are so not that flexible. I am, though.

[speaking_in_tongues]

Am too! You weren't complaining last night!

[He peers over her shoulder.] Okay, maybe I'm not that flexible. But I want proof that you are.

[derpmcnerd]

[ She stands up and does a ballet-style leg lift, though she doesn't look particularly graceful while doing it. ]

Proof enough?

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Well, at least he's keeping the snickers to himself.

No, let's be real, this is Trent, he isn't keeping the snickers to himself.]

You look like a duck.

[And he's a sore loser, too.]

[derpmcnerd]

No need to be an ass just because you can't do it.

[ Though there is possibly a need to be an ass simply because he's Trent. ]

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Quite likely.]

I'm not being an ass! [He pretends to look wounded, all sad eyes and pout.] I'm just being honest, didn't anyone tell you that honesty is very important in a relationship!

[derpmcnerd]

You know what's also important?

[ She sits back down on his lap and presses a kiss to his temple. ]

Not being an ass.

[speaking_in_tongues]

But you like my ass.

[But yes she's right and he apologizes by giving hers a quick grope, then kissing her sweetly on the cheek.]

[derpmcnerd]

What little there is of it.

[ Says the living scarecrow. Not much for Trent to grope there, but she appreciates the attempt. ]

I call that picture there false advertising, you do not have that much of a bubble butt.

[speaking_in_tongues]

Hey! You're hurting my feelings here!

[So clearly he has to send her the most pathetic heartbroken puppy eyes to underscore just how wounded he is. Tragically, mortally wounded. Yeah, that's him.]

I could have a bubble butt if I wanted to!

[derpmcnerd]

Then obviously you don't want it, so how am I hurting your feelings by commenting on your success?

[ Oh no, puppy eyes, whatever shall she do?

Would it make him feel better if she shifted around so that she's straddling him instead? ]

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Know what, actually, yes, that does make him feel better. Surprise surprise. And there's enough to grope for him, no worries.]

You are disbelieving of my ability to be whatever I want to be!

[derpmcnerd]

[ Who would've thought? ]

I'm sorry baby but I really don't think you can be a...

[ She twists around to throw a glance back at the computer again. ]

My little pony.

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Hey, he's a mellow bloke, and as long as it's Filly he doesn't care about much else.

But here and now, that's him choking.]

I could be a talking pink horse if I wanted to! [Pause.] I could dress up as one.