Dungeon From Hell Author: A lottery winner buys the only thing or things he ever wanted — Disclaimer: This story is my one hundredth completed story and I decided to make this my longest, wide-ranged story that I have written. There are elements of consensual sex in this story but it is mainly rape with violence and torture. This is all fictional obviously.
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When They Cry He can't stop ogling the ladies. But unlike some who ogle the ladies, he actually cares about them as people. Woe betide anyone who wrongs women, for he's watching you like a hawk—when he's not watching them, that is. Undoubtedly the best type of pervert. Always a good guy, and just to reaffirm that he's a good guy, they'll occasionally give him a rival in the form of an actually dangerous pervert who would cross the boundaries the Chivalrous one never could. However, it could also be that some part of him might also believe that Sex Is Evil and make him feel guilty about his "immoral" horniness and overcompensate for it by being extra nice. Or his hypersexuality could be an outlet for more complex personal issues, often making him The Woobie.
Genderswapped Nations flanderizes every character, whether or not they're canon or prominent to the plot. Most glaring of all of the flanderizations is Romano, however, as it is shown that he can be scared away from Germany's house by a scarecrow dressed up as France, and he can easily be coerced to run menial errands for people if bribed with pizza. Not to mention, America's gender bend and Prussia have an argument consisting primarily of "The cool hero says yes! Estee's Triptych Continuum features a kind of In-Universe version of this with falling into the mark, an extremely common psychological disorder among ponies where the pony allows their special talent to dominate their lives to the point where there is nothing outside the mark.
She turned to look at me, her dark eyes almost glittering in the cast-off kitchen light. Knowing Rory, I remained silent. After a few moments of listening to the crickets singing their nightly song, she spoke again. Aside from mild flirting - a common trait with fifteen-year-old girls, she'd done nothing embarrassing that I could remember. Rory answered, "She was shamelessly flirting with you.