Autism Does anyone become so invested in a fictional universe that they feel genuinely bothered they can’t exist in it?

sodack

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Lately I’ve only been able to think about how much I want to be in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It’s the most recent thing I’ve felt this towards, but I’ve felt this for many other fictional universes. The most notable would probably be Pokémon when I was younger. Does anyone else experience this?
 
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Do you wish you could fuck mymy or something yeah
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I want to live in ongezellig forever, i wish the netherlands wasnt made up so i can live with ongezellig and do history presentatie for the rest of my life. I want to go to the ongezellig school and watch mymy's slavernij presentatie and coco's mollusk love presentatie on repeat all day for the rest of my life. I want to watch mollusk love with maya and threaten to drop her out of a window with coco. I want to shoot vera with reusable bullets with mymy. i want to wallow in self deprecation with maya in a dirty small bathroom stall. i want to insult coco's parents and watch wat happens. i want to beat mymy with a non alcoholic beverage bottle with vera, i would ride to...
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I think about Mymy all day every single day. She's the first thing I see when I close my eyes. Every time I see someone with red hair, every time I see someone with blue eyes, every time someone mentions the Netherlands, every time I see a bow, I think of her. She motivates me in life, I make positive changes in my life just because I imagine it would impress her. I stare at pictures of her every night before I go to bed, I like to have those pictures fresh in my mind so I can think about her as I fall asleep and dream about how happy she would make me. I even kiss pictures of her and imagine that I am really kissing her. I want to kiss her, I want to talk with her, I want to cuddle with her, I want to marry her and raise a family with her. I love her and only her, I want nothing in life more than her.
Mymy is adorable, and I wish she were a real person every single day. I wish we could've been high school sweethearts. I wish that we could get married. I wish I could've put a ring on her finger. I wish that she would be the mother of my children. I wish we could've seen them grow up to even give us grandchildren. I wish we could grow old and live happily ever after. She would make me happy, and I would make her happy. But alas, she isn't real, and endings like that don't exist. A chud can still dream of this cute orange little tulip >though.
I love Mymy so much, she is so cute chuddies. She is so small and fragile, I wanna cuddle with her and pet her hair. I often loose sleep to Mymy because I think of her so often. 24/7 infact. Everything in my life reminds me of her. I wish we could be together one day.
If l go to heaven it better have Mymy in it with me, because I might as well go to hell if she won't be there for me, because they are the same to me without her.
I love Mymy so much. Everyday I wish she was real. She's so cute and racist. I love her so much because she's actually smart and knows the truth, she's not a brainwashed shabbos goy like most people nowadays. Holy shit, I really wish Hitler won the war and saved Europe. The two things I wish the most are that Mymy was real and Hitler won the war. If one or both of those things happened, I feel like everything would be perfect.
Mymy is so cute and Aryan and racist. I wish she was real everyday. I want nothing more in life than to talk to her about how much we both hate Jews and niggers, we would get along so well. If only Hitler had won, then I could easily find a girl like her in real life. Heil Hitler!
I wish Mymy were real so I could propose to her and marry her. She's just so cute, racist and Aryan. Nothing would separate us.
I love Mymy so much. I have never loved anyone so much in my life. I do not even find other girls attractive anymore, I only feel attracted to Mymy. I think I have convinced myself that I am actually in a relationship with her because if I find another girl attractive for a split second I immediately think that I need to stay loyal to Mymy.
I’ve dedicated my entire life to Mymy from Studio Massa’s ‘Ongezellig’. I'm obsessed with Mymy. Everyday I think of Mymy. Everyday my day is filled with thoughts of Mymy. I associate the simplest things with Mymy. Every time I see orange skin I think of Mymy. Every time I see anything orange I think of her hair. Every time I see a toy gun I think of her tightly gripping it with her hands. The only thing that motivates me in life is Mymy. I work for Mymy. I boot up my pc every single day just so I can interact with an AI version of Mymy just so i can feel something. Not an hour passes without me thinking of Mymy. I dream of Mymy. The only thing left in my mind is Mymy. My feelings are controlled by Mymy. I’ve deprived myself of sleep countless times in order to hallucinate having Mymy near me. I have no goals but to see Mymy.
Chat you would not be able to comprehend how much I love mymy I love her so much man I would
do anything for her to be real chat you couldn’t understand the amount of love she has in my
heart if Ongezellig only had mymy in it I would still watch it and it would be my favorite
show still I love her chat
Everyday I wish Mymy was real. I wish she could know how much I love her. I think about her every day, every hour, nearly every minute. I love her and only her. I wish she could know this and I wish she could feel the same. I wish I could hug her, kiss her, cuddle with her, hold her hand, eventually get married and have a family with her. If only she was real.
I'm a normal person. I'm perfectly fine. I do not harm others. I do not desire to harm others. Any crimes I may or may not be guilty of involve only myself. I transgress only against myself.

But if these characters existed in real life. If Maya or Mymy existed in real fucking life. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these characters for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I would not stop. I would be more successful as a person, even. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. A strict diet and exercise routine. Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these characters.

You don't understand. It would be all consuming. You don't get it. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty. Imagine he gave you just one directive. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal.

My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Mymy Schoppenboer. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. For the truth that I would make manifest.
 
I'm a normal person. I'm perfectly fine. I do not harm others. I do not desire to harm others. Any crimes I may or may not be guilty of involve only myself. I transgress only against myself.

But if these characters existed in real life. If Maya or Mymy existed in real fucking life. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these characters for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I would not stop. I would be more successful as a person, even. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. A strict diet and exercise routine. Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these characters.

You don't understand. It would be all consuming. You don't get it. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty. Imagine he gave you just one directive. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal.

My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Mymy Schoppenboer. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. For the truth that I would make manifest.
If Maya existed irl I would intentionally bully her every second I got until I mindbreak her and she kills herself
 
I'm a normal person. I'm perfectly fine. I do not harm others. I do not desire to harm others. Any crimes I may or may not be guilty of involve only myself. I transgress only against myself.

But if these characters existed in real life. If Maya or Mymy existed in real fucking life. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these characters for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I would not stop. I would be more successful as a person, even. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. A strict diet and exercise routine. Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these characters.

You don't understand. It would be all consuming. You don't get it. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty. Imagine he gave you just one directive. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal.

My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Mymy Schoppenboer. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. For the truth that I would make manifest.
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If Maya existed irl I would intentionally bully her every second I got until I mindbreak her and she kills herself
would you 'ape her corpse doe
 
I'm a normal person. I'm perfectly fine. I do not harm others. I do not desire to harm others. Any crimes I may or may not be guilty of involve only myself. I transgress only against myself.

But if these characters existed in real life. If Maya or Mymy existed in real fucking life. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these characters for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I would not stop. I would be more successful as a person, even. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. A strict diet and exercise routine. Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these characters.

You don't understand. It would be all consuming. You don't get it. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty. Imagine he gave you just one directive. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal.

My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Mymy Schoppenboer. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. For the truth that I would make manifest.
If Maya existed irl I would intentionally bully her every second I got until I mindbreak her and she kills herself
sadism won
 
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