I feel like this warrants a touch of clarification: I’m not advocating some horrible avalanche of clop material. Not my thing. But, uh… I’ve always found that the exact wording of rule 34 carries a certain bizarre weight to it; “If it exists, there’s porn of it. If there’s not porn of it, it doesn’t exist.”
 
I imagine there’s some weird sense of validation to go with the horror behind finding something you work on being turned into the visual fantasies one seeks out in the dark solitude of a lonely evening, but I’m actually not all that sure how I’d feel if it finally came to pass.
 
But hey, by the rules, I’d finally exist, so there’s that.