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 No.2[Reply]

Welcome!

Incelchan.xyz is an imageboard dedicated to the Incelcore & Epunk subculture. Please read Teh Rules before posting.

Why was Incelchan created?

In light of normie tech companies nuking ic related spaces to no end (namely r/mkultrasupportgroup, r/epunk, NEETs discord server, etc.) it has become clear the scene needs to create its own platform.

Tons of content gets lost because of these bans and archival projects become much harder than they need to.

I have a suggestion, question or other inquiry regarding incelchan.xyz

Contact EDGEMASTER42


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 No.488[Reply]

incels are overrepresented and femcels are the real majority. sorry boys, better hope the estrogen treats you well :3

 No.491

god hears you



 No.486[Reply]

surfin da net

 No.490

surfin da net



 No.489[Reply]

its always over when im happy its never over when im miserable its never over when i want it to be


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 No.487[Reply]

incels are overrepresented and femcels are the real majority. sorry boys, better hope the estrogen treats you well :3


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 No.485[Reply]

This story shattered me. Eli’s pain isn’t loud—it’s quiet, hidden, and suffocating. The way he denies himself, then turns that pain outward just to survive, is heartbreaking. The mirror becomes more than glass; it’s a witness to everything he’s afraid to admit. His self-destruction isn’t cruelty—it’s fear shaped by a world that tells him he can’t be who he is. What breaks me most is knowing so many live like this, silently aching, pretending, hiding. I ache for Eli and everyone like him. I just want them to know they deserve to be seen, loved, and whole—without fear.


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 No.483[Reply]

Eli’s pain—his fear, his denial, his self-hatred—it’s so raw and real that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The image of him punching the mirror, trying to shatter the truth staring back at him… it stayed with me. It hurt. Deeply.

I cried. Not just because Eli is suffering, but because this is real for so many people. The need to hide who you are just to survive, to fit in, to be safe—it’s heartbreaking. The way he turned that pain outward, joined in the cruelty, just so no one would guess… it crushed me. That kind of loneliness—the kind where you can't even be honest with yourself—it's devastating.

The metaphor of the cracked mirror is going to haunt me. Because that’s what shame does—it distorts your reflection, but never really goes away. And knowing that Eli still has to face that mirror every night, knowing he’s still hiding, still hurting… it just makes me want to reach through the story and tell him he doesn’t have to be alone.

This story shattered me. I hope Eli finds peace one day. I hope everyone like him does.

 No.484

I feel the same ache you’re describing. What gutted me most was how Eli’s pain wasn’t loud—it was quiet, hidden, suffocating. That silent kind of suffering, the kind no one notices until it cracks open in violence against yourself… it’s unbearable to sit with. Watching him turn on himself, then on others, just to shield the truth—it’s not just tragic, it’s cruel. Not of him, but of the world that made him believe survival meant self-destruction.

The mirror feels almost like a second character in the story—this cold witness to everything he can’t say out loud. Every time he looks at it, he’s forced to confront not who he is, but who he’s told he can’t be. That’s a prison most people never see, but for those living inside it, it’s a constant torment.

What hurts the most is knowing there are countless Elis out there. People who laugh when they want to cry, who hurt others to protect themselves, who break in the dark and still wake up every morning pretending. That weight—of hiding, of denying, of surviving at the cost of your own truth—it’s unbearable, and yet they carry it.

I ache for him. I ache for all of them. And like you, I hope someday he finds peace. That the mirror no longer feels like an enemy, but a place where he can finally see himself clearly—and not flinch. Until then, all we can do is bear witness to that pain, and promise we won’t turn away.



 No.482[Reply]

Eli was the loudest voice in the room when someone made a gay joke.
He laughed the hardest, even when it wasn’t funny.
He called it “just banter.” Said he hated how “everyone’s so sensitive these days.”

People believed him. He made sure of it.

At 16, Eli knew how to protect himself. He knew exactly what to say, how to dress, who to tease. He watched the other boys—how they moved, who they looked at, how they joked—and mirrored them like a survival instinct.

What no one knew, not even his closest friends, was that he looked at Jacob.

Jacob, with the soft eyes and the quiet way he carried himself. Jacob, who once smiled at Eli too long during biology and made Eli’s heart stutter in a way that scared the life out of him.

That night, Eli went home and stared at himself in the mirror. He said it out loud, once.

“I’m not gay.”
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 No.479[Reply]

hey..

 No.480

Cia? your fbi right?

 No.481

lick the backside of my ballsack



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 No.476[Reply]

can someone send maniacord invite o algo

 No.477

no

 No.478

no



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