Eminem’s Throat Goat

Savage Love Chapter 135
          
          She’s burning out, bored of patience and ready for war.
          He’s running his mouth, taunting fate, and acting like the world owes them a break.
          
          This chapter is about the countdown you feel in your bones, the chaos that follows you everywhere, and the kind of joy you can’t trust until it’s almost too late.
          
          It’s ugly, it’s loud, it’s alive in every crack and corner.
          Three weeks out and they still can’t walk into a clinic without turning the place upside down.
          
          It’s hope with a sharp edge.
          It’s fear you laugh at so you don’t break.
          It’s Savage Love.
          
          Chapter 135 is now live
          Go read, go scream, go tell me who needs the most therapy after this one.
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I saw that post where someone is having an existential crisis because a male character in a FANFIC said you are cute when you are angry. That is the line she thinks is destroying womanhood. On Wattpad. Over a flirt line.
          
          Meanwhile this app is full of men who kidnap, fight, bite, kill, drag, throw and ruin people in every genre. But no, the sentence you are cute when you are angry is her breaking point. Please be serious.
          
          Nobody is being infantilized. It is literally a fictional man finding you attractive while you are yelling. That is chemistry. That is banter. That is a trope. Women are not losing IQ points over it. She is not exposing patriarchy. She is exposing that she has never dealt with a man who actually has presence.
          
          Some women want dominant men. Some women want loud men. Some women want chaotic men who could ruin their week and they would still show up for round two. That does not make us weak. It makes us honest.
          And stop shaming people’s preferences. It is gross.
          
          And let’s not forget who Eminem actually is. Half these fanfics revolve around a man who built his entire legacy on being degrading, offensive, violent, feral and unhinged. Nobody came here for a soft spoken prince. We came here for a problem in human form.
          
          Some of us want the chaos.
          Some of us are built for it.
          Some of us are the chaos.
          
          She is the problem. Not the trope. Not the women reading it. Her. With her moral outrage and political glitter thrown over fan fiction like she is saving the planet.
          
          Women can tell the difference between fiction and reality. The only infantilizing here is her assuming we can’t.
          
          If a line that mild ruins her worldview, she can scroll.
          It costs nothing.

Hi. You’re here. Which means your taste is questionable and your sanity’s already halfway gone. Welcome home.
          
          The Shady Writers’ Room is alive. It’s filthy, loud, and run by Eminem fanfiction writers who treat therapy like a suggestion and Marshall Mathers like a full-time job. We build stories, break egos, and spiral over a man who ruins lives for sport and somehow made it sexy.
          
          We don’t do soft. We drag, defend, and love like it’s a contact sport. If your scene’s weak, we’ll toughen it. If your plot falls apart, we’ll stitch it back together with bad ideas and blind loyalty. We’re a family—the kind that argues over the grill, throws hands, and still shows up when it matters.
          
          Writers, whether you’ve got a notebook full of chaos or haven’t written since your last breakdown, you belong here. Come test your plots, scream your drafts into the void, and let the rest of us hype you like it’s a headline.
          
          Readers, you don’t need to write to belong. You just need opinions, poor impulse control, and the nerve to yell about it. One night you’ll be hyping a fic and the next you’ll be in the group chat with ten other degenerates debating whether Slim Shady ruins lives on purpose or just because he can. Either way, we keep coming back—because he’s the back-blowing ex with god-tier stamina and zero remorse, the one we swear off but still text at 2 a.m. just to feel something.
          
          This isn’t a server. It’s a family, a cult, a beautifully deranged crew stitched together by trauma bonding and shared delusion—proof that chaos doesn’t just love company, it built a group chat for it.
          
          https://discord.gg/Dgutwrj8xx
          
          We are not fine. We never were. But damn, can we write about it.
          
          Stay shady. Keep creating. Never stop being unapologetically you.

Ehi ash sorry to be a pain, I have an issue with my current account on discord and had to make it another one I tried to click on the link for the chat but it says its expired can you please send me an invitation    

CHAPTER 1 — Collateral Damage is up!
          
          The lights die slow.
          The crowd’s still chanting her name.
          Detroit electric, thick with heat and noise and pride.
          
          Nova walks offstage untouchable.
          Then the clip drops.
          A voice she grew up on, cutting through everything.
          Calm. Cruel. Measured.
          And it’s aimed at her.
          
          Now it’s not about music.
          It’s about power.
          Respect.
          And who’s willing to bleed louder.
          
          Chapter 1 — is live.
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THE EMINEM FANFICTION COMMUNITY AIN’T DEAD. WE’RE JUST LOUDER.
          
          You think we disappeared, you think the hype faded, you think we stopped writing because your feed went quiet?
          
          You couldn’t be more wrong.
          
          We’re still here, still burning, still spitting, still building worlds off one man’s words. Still bleeding keys and breaking sleep for a verse that hurts. Still chasing that high from 2003 when Lose Yourself made the planet stop breathing.
          
          The Shadyverse didn’t die, it went underground, and it got louder. It got sharper. It got dirtier. It turned into something feral. Our stories bleed Detroit, our characters hit like bars, our writing cuts deep and drips truth. We don’t write for clout, we write for blood.
          
          This is not a hobby, it’s a battlefield.
          we are everywhere.
          We are global, we are relentless, and we are not backing down.
          
          Writers still running the block
          Kingofdairyqueem
          Mesnata
          Slut4Shady110
          Thecolourofsoul
          TheGoldenFantasies
          LadySHADY
          HoesLoveKillerShady
          NightmareOnShadySt
          
          And there are more, hundreds more, writing like the world’s on fire, turning pain into poetry, rage into rhythm, keeping this legacy alive one line at a time.
          
          If you’re new here, this is your sign.
          If you’ve ever wanted to write, now’s your moment.
          Step into the chaos.
          Pick up a pen.
          Bleed with us.
          
          The Shady Writers Room Discord is where we live, where stories rise, where legends are born, where the noise never stops.
           https://discord.gg/jTKbudQJw6
          
          We don’t chase relevance, we create culture.
          We don’t wait for permission, we take the mic.
          We don’t fade, we evolve.
          
          Eminem Fanfiction isn’t dead, it’s screaming, it’s biting, it’s alive as hell and it’s got Shady’s snarl carved into its soul.
          
          Stay shady. Keep creating. Never stop being unapologetically you.
           
          

NEW STORY ANNOUNCEMENT: COLLATERAL DAMAGE
          
          I wasn’t supposed to start another one.
          Not after the last meltdown.
          Not with eight unfinished drafts and three main characters still rotting in my Google Docs.
          But apparently I’m a masochist.
          Apparently I need chaos to breathe.
          
          So here we are.
          
          It’s 2025.
          He’s fifty-two, sharp as ever, still the name whispered like a warning.
          She’s twenty-five, a new star rapper who’s loud, fast, unfiltered, and already halfway to legend.
          They were never supposed to collide, but fame has a sick sense of humor.
          
          It starts with her making a joke about his relevancy.
          He claps back calling her a two-minute TikTok trend.
          And the world explodes.
          
          Clips go viral.
          Podcasts pick sides.
          Fanbases go to war.
          What should’ve been one bad soundbite turns into a public execution.
          He’s “out of touch.”
          She’s “disrespectful.”
          And neither of them knows how to stop talking.
          
          It’s old blood meeting new money.
          It’s ego versus algorithm.
          It’s what happens when a legend and a lightning strike hit the same place at once.
          
          This is not a love story.
          This is sex as warfare, fame as currency, destruction as connection.
          They hate each other, they need each other, and the internet won’t look away.
          
          This is COLLATERAL DAMAGE.
          My loudest, most unhinged, most self-destructive mistake yet.
          Another project I don’t have time for but couldn’t stop myself from starting.
          
          No peace.
          No breaks.
          Just noise, blood, and everything fame was never meant to fix.
          
          You’ve been warned.
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Pretty When You Cry; Chapter Seven Update
          
          Once upon a strip club.
          
          Where the bass shakes the walls and the glitter never leaves your skin.
          Where men pay to feel wanted,
          and women sell the fantasy that they don’t mind being needed.
          
          Karma knows how this place works.
          She learned young, you don’t cry, you perform.
          Red lace. Soft lies. Pain turned into profit.
          She’s a ghetto princess, raised on bruises and bad promises, wearing survival like a crown.
          
          Then came the Dirty Prince.
          Famous. Reckless. Dangerous in all the ways that get forgiven.
          He watched her like she was a prayer he didn’t deserve.
          Paid for an hour, took her name, gave her a phone like it meant connection instead of control.
          
          She called.
          He answered.
          And the story started pretending it was love.
          
          Everything’s still shiny right now.
          Bright lights. Sweet talk. Gold edges.
          He says she’s safe.
          She almost believes him.
          
          It’s all champagne and charm at the start.
          Every cage looks beautiful before it closes.
          
          Every cursed fairytale starts the same.
          A ghetto princess says yes and the Dirty Prince smiles because broken girls don’t run.
          
          Read it. Pretend it’s different.
          We’ll wait for the moment she forgets that love was supposed to feel free.
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Hi I wanted to know if you take an idea for a Eminem story for a book. I have a good idea that I wanted to share but I'll back off if you don't want to make another. I'll respect your decision for whatever and I love all your Eminem book, hope you keep going. Let me know how you feel and I'll be ready for whatever answer it is
          
          Sincerely 
          Chocolate 

CHAPTER FIVE IS UP: WHO’S YOUR DADDY?
          
          It’s a Letty POV, which means it’s sharp, mean, and entirely too pretty for the truth.
          
          Morning hits.
          Sunglasses on.
          Service elevator.
          Don’t look back.
          
          She’s got perfume where his hands were.
          She’s got a secret no one gets to touch.
          And a city that thinks it owns her.
          
          This chapter is smeared gloss, Louboutins on hot pavement, linen corridors, and a girl who can lie with a smile while her body still hums.
          
          Every camera wants proof.
          Every rumor wants a name.
          She gives them nothing.
          
          It’s clean.
          It’s controlled.
          It’s the kind of walk that looks like a victory… until you know what it really cost.
          
          CHAPTER FIVE IS LIVE.
          Go read it before the perfume fades.
          
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