#on screen cartoon gore //

[b4kuch1n]

ough brain is doing SO bad but sometimes. there are colors

[burgrr-tower-crossover]

The Noise: "OK YOU GOOGLY EYED SANDWICH, WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?! When I expect "chef" I'm expecting my rival! Not some reject from the golf courses!!

"You better have a good excuse while you're here, cuz that was my only bucket of water!"

......

The Noise: "Hello? Aren't you going to speak up, or stand there like a total buffoon-"

"WWAGGHHHH!!!"

The Noise: "Ow, jeez ok! I'll lay off, but you don't have to take my dang head off!"

"Huh, what's that? What are you staring at me?"

The Noise: "... How much money would you give me if I eat this?"

[shrineofdolls]

i can’t stay fresh for the both of us

[garyfischy]

i hope the venture bros movie is really bad and the entire venture bros fandom just evaporates after it

[starsfic]

Three Frankie Headcanons

Inspired by this post made by @tomkatonline and this comment made by one of the artists of the game, found here, and a post or two made by @mana-is-lost.

All three have a lack of care for human life and are distilled capitalism.

Cartoon Frankie:

Has the temperament of an angry, very sadistic toddler

Freely swears

Snapped one day and took over the company in 2001- Stan Ellie is the CEO, but they all know who's in charge

Nobody is sure why this cartoon AI is angry and wants people dead, but a lot of weird people tune in to watch the death games, including a lot of wealthy people, so they just shut their mouth.

Got supremely annoyed that the show was losing viewers and driving the company into bankruptcy because it was getting boring- they don't speak for him, he's watching it with popcorn

Stuck in screens, which reduces the amount of things thrown at people at the main company buildings

Can control "Frankie" and vice versa, which increases the amount of things thrown at people at the parkour palace

Likes popping up suddenly and giving people heart attacks

Can't control Other Frankie, thanks to the lack of upkeep on the rarely used robot, and is very annoyed about it, especially since he can block him out at certain points

Delights in calling Henry and driving him mad with ringing phones

Has a weird mixture of hatred/annoyance/fondness for the Contestant because: they saved the show and he understands their adrenaline junkie-fuelled freakiness plus they're willing o earn their keep in between seasons, they burned a multi-million robot and fucked up the 57th season of his favorite show, and they have the potential to be a walking HR lawsuit with their relationship with Other Frankie

"Frankie"

Is smarter than people think, just has issues communicating, and can be reasoned with if he wants to

Can be controlled by Cartoon Frankie and can also take over the cartoon form to communicate

Freely enjoys the blood and gore that the show needs and enjoys his role in creating it.

Was very used to being the star and hates sharing the role

HATES the Contestant- refers to them as a cheater

Doesn't really care about Other Frankie

Enjoys drawing like a little kid- now if the drawings weren't dark and gorey.

Other Frankie

Rarely used until the 57th season- if everyone dies within seconds, what's the need for an announcer? Mainly used as camerapeople before then

Was supposed to be scrapped and recast as the voice on the intercom, but the Contestant's win interfered.

Allowed to exist freely like "Frankie" thanks to the Contestant dragging the show on longer.

Shares the same passion for blood and gore as his other two versions, just more "civil" about it.

Sees "Frankie" as a brat, but it's not his business, as long as "Frankie" kills where the cameras can see

Respects Cartoon Frankie as his boss but hates him as a cockblock

Has a little side game where he blocks Cartoon Frankie from any screen near his space

Bit of a creep thanks to his extra bodies- mainly likes to chill in the same area where the Contestant practices and keeps a laptop there so he can work at the same time

Has a relationship with the Contestant where they're toxic for each other but-

The Contestant and Other Frankie divide paperwork since he has issues holding pens and pencils- he's very jealous of "Frankie"'s ability to draw.

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 2: Too scary - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse  x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of scary movies, trauma, blood, gore, etc. Nothing too graphic

Type: Blurbs

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Turns out the movie was too terrifying for little Y/N to handle, therefore it’s their job to comfort you.

Notes: Let’s see how long I can keep this up.

Jason Voorhees: At first he wouldn’t notice, mostly focused on the movie and the candy he’s stuffing his face with. When you’d shuffle around, when he’d notice the constant movement, then he’d take a look at you only to find you with your knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them. It’d take a moment for him to register that your stomach was turning at the imagery. Once he would, Jason would instantly coop you up into his arms and keep you in a tiny ball, doing his best to protect you from your thoughts.

Michael Myers: He can smell fear, he’s always been exposed to fear all around him, it’s like second nature to him. When he realizes you’re afraid of the movie, he turns over to stare at you for a moment, which makes you even more uneasy. Thinking Michael looks at you like you’re a big baby, you decide to just cross your arms and brave through the rest of the film. Of course, failing miserably. Michael would force you into his arms, letting you kind of flop into his arms and situate yourself however you wanted. 

Tiffany Valentine: She loves horror movies, it’s one of the things that could keep her occupied. While your stomach twists at the imagery and blood splatter on the screen, Tiffany seems mesmerized by it, not paying much attention to your squeamish reaction. Once you’re both done with the movie, she’d turn to you asking “So, how’d you like it?” Only to see you near traumatized. “Y/N!” Tiffany would wrap her arms around your face and bring you into her chest, pressing you into a hug. “Was that too scary? Why didn’t you say anything babe?” Of course she’d make it up to you, with much affection and endearment.

Billy Loomis: Doesn’t even notice at first how uncomfortable you are, no matter how much you nuzzle into him. A few flinches in, he’d look down to you to make sure you were awake, but to see you near in tears would cause him to stop the movie. “Y/N? You okay? We can stop watching this, I just thought you’d like to see it with me.” He knew better than to keep it playing when you’d tell him you were fine. “No, I mean, it’s kinda lame anyway, here’s the remote, find something better. I’m gonna get another beer, you want anything?” Then he’d come back, lay into the arm rest and bring you down with him, making sure you were cuddled into the blanket on the couch.

Stu Macher: What a dumbass, he wouldn’t really notice at all if you were crying or looking away from the screen too much. He’s “in the moment” with the gory scenes. After the movie, Stu would ask you how you’d like it only to see hot tears streaming down your cheeks. He’d laugh a little bit at how scared you looked, but then would give you the tightest hug. Stu would hold you tightly enough to give you some troubles breathing regularly, letting you put on some cartoons to forget the imagery. Will this happen again? Absolutely.

Patrick Bateman: Ok, he’s probably the worst of them all. Patrick watches snuff films and all kinds of gruesome films for fun. When you brought it up to his attention, he was more than happy to show you what he liked and explain to you the different methods of torture and what part inflicted the most pain. Even if you’d throw up, Patrick would keep the film going, mesmerized by the screams telling you “It’s actually not that bad.” But he’d let you hide into his arm, clenching onto it as you did so, but there was no way to hide from the terrorizing screams and Patrick's chuckle throughout it.

Leatherface: Honestly always checking up on you through every scene. Bubba doesn’t even want you to watch the scary films, he would think you were too pure for them, ironically. If you insisted though, he’d let you, holding you close to him and giving you space to hide if you needed to look away, which seemed to be often. Bubba would be ready to turn off the screen at any moment, one arm wrapped around you and the other one with the finger on the off button. He too would let you watch cartoons with him after. Bubba would offer you your favorite junk food or candy and let you snuggle into him while you laugh at the new pictures on the screen.

Harley Quinn: Is SUPER into horror. Laughs at the screams and blood splatter “Y/N! Y/N! Did ya see that? Did ya see it?! Let me rewind it.” Harleys a bit clueless when it comes to seeing your discomfort at first, but then when she notices you keep flinching or looking away, her expression immediately changes. “Oh my god Y/N? Are you afraid of this? You shoulda said something pumpkin’!” Immediately cuddles you and keeps you close to her chest, changing the channel to a Disney movie. Harley would be THE best at comforting you, squeezing the near life out of you to keep you comfortable and your mind off of things. Lots of comfort food, honestly.

Poison Ivy: Isn’t necessarily obsessed with horror movies and gore, not very interested in it either but she doesn’t mind playing the exorcist for background noise. If you’re not obviously telling her that you’re scared or you want to play something else, she would pick up on how you would react. Flinching at certain moments in the movie, looking away from the screen constantly, all things Pamela would notice, putting two and two together, she’d turn off the TV, telling you simply “What a trashy movie, let’s go play.” And would lead you into the bedroom for some TLC. Pamela’s love language would be physical touch and she would make sure you would get enough of it to fall asleep to. She’d make a mental note to stay away from horror movies with you.

Bruce Wayne: Never was really big with horror movies to begin with. Bruce grew up with musicals and operas, he was cultured in filmmaking, but horror never really made a mark in his interests, mainly because of the real life horrors he had to face already. Of course Bruce picks up on everything, noticing your reluctance in watching any more of this movie, he decides to nuzzle you into him, not saying a word and changing the channel, or taking your hand to lead you out of the theater. After all, Bruce knew what it felt like to be afraid. Expect a ton of tender touches and soft kisses.

Jason Todd: Sweetest energy tbh. Whether your watching a scary movie as a group or together, his reaction would be similar in both scenarios. As soon as he’d feel your palm in a cold sweat he’d look for your reaction, even if you try to brave through it, Jason would pull your face into his chest, kissing the top of your head. ‘What a bullshit ass movie.” He’d mumble while subconsciously caressing the back of your head. “You’re being brave dollface, but you don’t have to be.” He’d whisper to you and give you a squeeze. ”Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Billy Hargrove: Notices instantly, but wouldn’t want to call you out on it. Instead he would also pull a stunt like Pamela. Telling you “This is kinda tacky, let’s leave.” And would lead you out of the movie theater, turn off the TV or leave whatever house party you were at. He’d make sure to never let you go, holding your hand, keeping his arm around your waist as usual, always being protective of you. Billy would make you feel safe enough to tell him what happened and what was wrong and why. He’d actually listen to you, being quiet for a moment, letting it all sink in, then comfort you by telling you “That’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about,  I had a few movies that scared the daylights out of me, but you know I’m never gonna let anything happen to you.”

Steve Harrington: Knows from the start that you don’t like horror movies, he doesn’t either but he can stomach a lot more than you can. Steve was kind of taken a back when you insisted that it would be fine to have a movie night with your friends even though they planned a horror marathon. When the kill scenes would get severely worse as the movie progresses, you’d get more uncomfortable and at this point it seemed like an unspoken competition to see who could stomach more gore, you or Steve. Still, when you’d take a nap, shifting and shuffling around in the blankets, he’d know the movie maybe actually got to you. Steve would hug you tightly, caress your face when you’d drift in and out of sleep. 

Steve Rogers: Would be such a big time caregiver energy. When you’d hide your face away in certain scenes, Steve would notice instantly, hugging you closely through the scene. If you kept showing discomfort, Steve would take you from the room, not offering an explanation to anyone. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go do something else” He never really understood the concept or horror movies, nor the appeal, so it wasn’t like he was missing out on anything. Steve would pick you up, letting you hide into his chest or his neck. He’d kiss your head, cheek and neck constantly, slow and full of love. “Come on angel, let’s watch something else.” He’d turn on the TV letting you chose any cartoon movie you’d be in the mood to watch.

Bucky Barnes: Also with Steve energy, he’d let you hide into him. He kind of understood the concept of the horror movies, even liked a couple but not to the extent those around you  both would like. His heart melts when he sees you pout and avoiding looking at the screen. Closing your eyes waiting for the screaming to stop, Bucky would want nothing more than to reach over and pull you onto him, letting you hide into him and tell you everything was okay and it was only a movie. When the movie would be over, he’d check up on you, making sure you weren’t still thinking of it, which more than likely you were and he wouldn’t hesitate to spend the night with you, letting you curl into his body, being three times your size and keeping you safe from whatever horror you saw today.

Wanda Maximoff: She would notice it the second scene in, the minute you hesitated to agree on a horror marathon with the team, she knew maybe you were a little bit more of a baby than she initially thought. She’d play it off with you as well, telling the team the movie seemed boring and that she just wanted to go to bed, she was tired. When the others would dismiss her, not paying much attention, she would look at you, who stayed sitting in silence. “Y/N? Are you okay? You keep nodding off, come join me, let’s get you to bed.” Wanda would be your saving grace and of course she would let you sleep in her bed, keeping you comfortable and safe in her pillow fortress and arms.

Loki Laufeyson: He’d always notice any sort of discomfort in you, knowing that you weren’t able to stomach much of the gory scenes but a part of him wanted to see how much you were able to handle. Loki would sit where he was able to look at you with just a flicker of his eyelids in your direction. When you’d all have a movie night, Loki would be the one to agree to watch something gruesome just to see you squirm in your seat. When it would be too much to handle for you and you’d have to excuse yourself, Loki would come to your aid when he would pass by your room to see you sitting on the corner, hugging yourself trying to erase the imagery out of your head by watching your favorite comfort films. “Y/N? How are you doing?”

Cloud Strife: He’s not very fazed by horror movies or anything of that sort, but if he feels you hide against him again throughout the movie, he would let you. He’d hesitate to put his arm around you, but if you snuggle into it, he’d squeeze you in. Because this seemed to be very unlike Cloud, snuggling into his torso would be the most comforting thing. Cloud would let you sleep with him if you admitted you were scared, letting you snuggle in under the covers with him, he’d drape an arm over you and keep you close as you drifted off to sleep.

Aerith Gainsborough: Not terribly interested in horror movies, but would watch a few just to spend some time. Aerith has quite the strong stomach compared to you and the rest of your friends. She could sit there and watch a full marathon with you guys no problem, but if you couldn’t handle it, she’d understand and take a walk with you, picking flowers for you on the sidewalk as she would try to distract you from the imagery from before. Her smile surely would help, Aerith would be the perfect person to comfort you for something that seems as silly as a horror movie.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’d seen it all, fear is not something he was very familiar in feeling, but he knew it came as second nature to the human species. If you were afraid of a movie or show, he’d find it amusing to see you worked up over false imagery when he had seen much worse, all real as well. Sebastian would still excel in his duty to comfort you, assuring you there was nothing to fear, since he would never let anything hurt you. Being cared for by him in this way did help, you knew he meant it and it was silly for you to worry about anything that was plastered across a screen.

Spencer Reid: Would be so wholesome, he had seen so much gruesome scenes, often inspiring many of the plots of movies you two were watching, but he knew to spare you the details. When Spencer heard you wanted to see a horror movie with him, he was surprised, letting you decide which one, but when it was too much for you, he knew right when to stop it and ask you if you were okay, not wanting to have you get nightmares for the next week straight. Spencer would soothe you, holding you close to him, letting you lay down onto him and snuggle under a blanket. He’d play something more wholesome, maybe a Disney classic in the background or some sort of comedy to keep your mind off the previous imagery. 

[6feathered6siren6]

Winding back the clock

Trigger warnings

Death/gore

Killing the main love interests

Being dilutional

Spoilers of the good/bad ending of love interests

Note: This was inspired by a song, "Again & Again" and reminded me of this game. Anyway enjoy, I will continue this idea with small tidbits, don't know if it would be in order yet, but this is one is at least. Btw rolled a d20 for how this story went, I rolled a nat 1. So be prepared, it's kinda angsty.

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5

𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

September 31st, 11:50 pm. Again.

You have been through this for how long now? Years? You don’t remember, but you remember when it started. 

『00:01』

You didn’t know The Devil Butcher’s name in time, and there was no way out. You had stabbed him, felt the red, hot liquid on your hands, stained them from that moment one. His laughter filled the alleyway. Forever ringing in your ears. His bloody toothy grin was his last movement before the light from his eyes vanished. 

You ran home, you felt his spirit taunting you. His laughter still rings in your ears. No matter how many times you shower, wash your hands until they bleed themselves. You can still feel his blood on them. 

You felt your phone ping, it was Angel. You felt her anger through the letters and words. Then Ronin’s account texting you, then felt like your body was light and saw black. 

-

As you came to, you saw your bedroom ceiling. Not the bathroom. You swore you were there. And you swore you were wearing different clothing, ones painted in red. Not… your cartoon pajamas. Did someone come in here? You check your phone which didn’t have that crack when you dropped it near thanksgiving. Turning it on, September 31st, 202X, 11:50 pm. 

Did.. Did you go back in time? You stared at your phone screen for a moment, you felt so much fear. You looked at your bright computer screen and saw Ronin’s invite to the server. 

This has to be a dream, like it can't be true. Right?

『00:02』

You chalked it up to some weird dream of showing you the future if you loved Ronin. You couldn’t go down the path of falling in love with him again. You couldn’t. You still hear his laughter, your hot covered hands. Instead, you went to the most chaotic member of the server, Misaki. 

You had them in your arms. Her smile was bright, and full of love. Her crossed dazed eyes stared at yours. They were gonna go assassinate someone, but you had to stay at your place while it happened. At least you can text and call, right?

-

You heard the shot through the phone. Her saying ‘I love you.’ and ‘Not your fault.’. But it was, you allowed yourself to let them call you. You knew not to, and you did it anyway. Misaki was dead. And it's your fault. You could feel weight built up on you. Another death you caused. Another soul staring you down. 

You felt your phone ping. You look at it, Ronin and a few others are spam calling you. Ronin knows you did it. There is only so much time you could get away from him, you had to leave, find some protection. The moment your hand was on your doorknob. 

You blinked.

You’re back to your computer screen. Back to September 31st, 202X, 11:50 pm. 

This had to be a dream, right? Like some weird psychic dream. This can’t be real, you can’t have two people’s blood on your hands. 

『00:03』

V, V was a sweetheart in your opinion. And you tried to not be murdered or murder anyone else. Telling him straight out, no, you are not a killer. Well, in reality? Right? And that, he should try and not put Ronin in prison, giving him the freedom from death or going there at all. Or, paying back that you weirdly killed him in a dream. 

You went through Luca and Feli’s whole drama of not dating each other. Helping them again for the third time. Your dream predicted this situation twice, three times now. 

Vince’s Christmas dinner was three times correct. Or ‘March is for murder’ again. Feli and Luca’s whole “Is Vince and Ai Hua dating or MARRIED?!” debacle. Christmas call, then Ronin either giving a shovel talk or rizzing you up himself. 

Three times true. Your dilution is tough shelled, that had to be some messed dream. That showed the future… 

V was arrested. 

It still hurts so much, he might die either in there or on some death sentence. You didn’t know. They didn’t arrest you, leaving you on a whole new warrant. You had limited time. 

That same ping. The same message of something went wrong. The same ping of ‘You fucked up.’ You were screwed.

Your hands gripping onto your skull, turning your knuckles white and feeling blood run down your head. Your eyes shut close, hurting them. And Ping! You opened your eyes.

It was your computer screen. Back to September 31st, 202X, 11:50 pm. 

Maybe… maybe it’s not a dream…

『00:04』

Maybe the Angel was the path to take on, like, you murdered two in a dream(Which you are still questioning if it was real.) and another was arrested. Like, she can’t be killed or arrested. Right?

-

You had to fucking jinxed it. YOU HAD TO.

As Ronin was going to your house, the clock hit 3:25 pm and it was back to square one. Back to the beginning, getting that same invite. 

『00:05』

What if saving them worked, what if not being manipulated and fucking everything up. To try and save them.

Would it work? 

Ronin? You made out in the alleyway and him saying your book was good, and that he loved you.

Back to square one.

Misaki, you didn’t call her, didn’t indulge their call. They came out alive and you guys were having an amazing time. 

Back to the computer and hearing that dreadful ping.

V, you didn’t get him arrested, he stayed at your place for a while, and when he said your book was great. 

Another tally to this just being a dream, right? 

Right?

And with Angel, she shot her manager. Her bloody lips kissing while you help her clean up. The moment you are in bed, you are back into your own chair, staring at the fucking blinding screen. 

It didn’t work.

『00:09』

What about them getting arrested? That had to be it. The good ending. It had to be.

The text for everyone, that they should hide, was scary to you. It felt real. No one is dying nor falling in love. This had to be it.

You shut your eyes while on your bed. March 10, 202XX. Taking a breath. This had to be it…. But it wasn’t. Your eyes saw the search engine and your socials with the red dot. 

This is a time loop. Isn’t it?

『00:10』

Seeing your computer again, and the awful ping sound. You were sick of this. You were in a time loop, now… how to get out of this? Like, there had to be. 

Joining the server again, guessing the password right, you knew what would happen, the text and the welcoming. 

You just stared at your bright, digital device as you sighed. Until… an idea popped in your head. This is a time loop. You go back in time 9 times already. What if… you go the way you wanted?

You decide to flirt with Ronin again, play his games, but be corrupted just like him. 

-

It was December, and you stood in this alleyway alone with a corpse. He was an asshole to you throughout the night. You were just walking around when he decided to try and pursue you. You sit on a crate looking at the body, in your past time lines, you looked a lot into murder, the ways people killed, how they disposed, their alibis. You could take one out of Angel’s book and eat him. You never had human meat. You knew some of the effects of eating your own kind. You twiddled your weapon in your hands, a metal rod that was nearby when you attacked him. It was rusted, but now stained with blood. 

It’s also weird to you, you thought when you killed someone with your own bare hands, in your own accord, it would be different. Not… emotionless, like now. You got off the crate and walked closer to the dead person. His head was bleeding quite a lot. Heck, you smashed his head in, to the point you could see his brains. Maybe you could pin it on someone, put the weapon in another’s hands. 

“Now that's a sight for the divine.”

You turn your head to see Ronin, his crowbar was also stained in red. His grin was widder, more sinful in your taste. The man you fell for the first timeline, the original. His combat boots were loud as he took a step forward to you. 

His chuckle pierced your heart again. His warm hand coddled your cheek, his thumb wiping the blood off of you. 

“You might steal my heart by stealing this view, Darlin’.”

You proved yourself, proved that you do kill. And this time, not him. You leaned into his hand, the warmth that radiated off of him. 

“Not some pretty little innocent writer, huh?”

You could hear his grin. His pride and ego. As much as you hated it. You loved it. 

“Let me help finish up here, then we can talk. I want to know everything.”

𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

You told Ronin everything, well, except for the whole time loop thing, and him dying in the first timeline. Why did you kill that asshole and how? You dropped the stained metal rod into garbage. One that would be thrown out in the morning, before the body gets found. 

He holds you close to him, holding your shoulder. Like he’s teaching you. He is guiding you to somewhere. But where?

“You did so well, lost, little lamb.” Lost, little lamb… you pondered on that nickname, you were never called that before. Maybe instead of being called a fallen angel, but it's now ‘little lamb’. You changed a major course and still got his love. You didn’t guess his name, and went straight to him, falling more in love with you. And it’s December, anytime before you start dating, it was February, or a major change was in March, ‘the ending’.

You decided to see how far you can take with these timelines. How far can it take you?

“Ronin…” You mumbled out softly, you looked at him. You finally see that it was snowing. “I…” Your feelings from the original time loop were burning again. You remember that any person you flirt with would date you in February, not December. So you couldn’t take it so far, right?

“I really like you, Ronin.” You blurted out. That was not what you wanted to say. You felt your face burn up. Even he was shocked that you said that before he started laughing. 

“Tell it to me proudly and with no shame, huh?” His grip was tighter, his smile had joy in it. Not like a joke, but with pride. “Can you carve out your own aorta then? Give it to me on a platter.” 

Your face burns as blood rushes through, but you nod. “I will.”

“Good.”

-

It was a week after your first kill. Your first kill of your accord. Ronin seemed to act more romantically towards you. He was also acting kinder to you in his own sadistic way. He even brought you to his killings as dates. Everything seems to be going your way for months. Until March 10th. The day you return back. 

You were feeling sentimental, you didn’t know if you were going back yet. You were laying on Ronin’s bed, next to him. He was surprisingly asleep, he was busy the day before working at his job, late as well. Some rich guy needed his car fixed right away. Paying double to get it fixed right away. 

He was holding you to his chest, his hand was in your hair. Your arms were around him. You were wishing to stay there in his arms. The clock was ticking down, closer and closer… Your eyes shut, it was only Ronin’s breathing that filled the quiet. 

Then Ping!

You were back in your uncomfortable desk chair, in front of the screen.

『00:19』

You felt nothing, any sweet moments you had with anyone were gone again. No one knows, no one that can help you. You felt despair. The moments with V, him holding you, or tending to his animals with, Angel, helping her manage, or just doing her makeup for a video. Misaki, the moments planning an assassination, or having dumb, loveable dates with them. Or Ronin, learning how to fix a car and giving him tools, or playing on his Gameboy with him. 

They felt nothing to you. If this was timeloop, repeating over and over. You are gonna take control, not what ifs anymore, you want to see how far this can go. Killing Angel’s manager way too early to support her, or sending Misaki anonymous messages on their assassin request board that they are great and to keep it up. Helping V by capturing the killers he was planning to find and tie them up for him. Except for Ronin, and for Ronin. What if you carve out aortas and left them in his alleyway. You want to see how chaotic you can make these timeloops be. Because whoever put you here, you won’t be trapped with them, but they will be trapped with you. No matter how insane you get. 

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I have more to come, wrote a few already but thought to share what I have. Sorry if it seem dramatic or confusion. It was meant to be that way. (1/?)

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[mar64ds]

I disagree when people say that if there was a new Sam&Max show it should be exclusively for adults and air on Adult Swim, i think you are really missing the point of what makes Sam&Max work. Should it be more aimed at an older audience? Sure! But i feel like some people think that Sam&Max would be funnier if they showed a lot of blood and cursed and made very adult jokes, and like, that's not Sam&Max

Sam&Max has a good balance of being your typical saturday morning cartoon characters and adding a bit of a more adult dialogue and elements to it, while still coming off as incredibly absurd and childish. Max can talk about ripping someone's guts, but that never shows up on screen, because it's funnier to have a cute little rabbit talk about ripping someone's guts than to show gore on screen. Sam can use big words that kids are probably not going to understand, but then Max would mock him for using those big words. Sam and Max can be put through horrifying situations that are probably not super family friendly (The Devil's Playhouse for example) but they all end up being super silly anyway as well. And overall Sam&Max doesn't really have that much of adult jokes. So really I don't know what you want from them, you can watch any other adult cartoon in existence, but Sam&Max are Sam&Max and that really works for a reason

[anothertimdrakestan]

Death Wont Do - Jason Todd x Reader

TW: blood & gore & angst

a little more dramatic and descriptive than my usual style, let me know what you think

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It's like a 6th sense. The quietest feeling that something's wrong. The feeling in your stomach that keeps you up just a little later than normal.

You were sat on the couch of your apartment, mindlessly checking your phone as some song hummed softly in the background, a glass of something bubbly on the side table next to you to fill the void of Jason being out on patrol. You knew he'd come back later than you usually stayed up, but you felt like waiting for a goodnight kiss.

And suddenly you got the text:

It's Tim on J's phone, get to cave asap if you're reading this.

A pit formed in your stomach as you rushed to grab your keys. A few minutes drive and 10 missed calls as you frantically dialed Tim and Jason before realizing it was serious enough neither was responding.

You braced yourself for what you'd walk into: blood, pain, panic, but the cave was empty. Confusion bubbled up against the fear, hoping between clenched teeth for a prank or a lighthearted surprise. Nonetheless, your instincts urged you to prepare for the worst.

You pulled out the medbay: stitching supplies at the ready, stretcher wheels unlocked, bandages organized just the way Alfred had taught you- where was Alfred? Where was Bruce or Damian- even Jon or Conner who were frequently watching some sort of cartoon on the giant screen in the cave at this time.

Cass was the first in the cave, you recognized the rev of her bike, rushing to the entrance. Her suit was torn, deep gashes that stung you just by looking at them. She pulled off her mask with a wince, an expression you weren't used to seeing on her typical stoic face. You were her shadow as she sat herself down at your faux-medbay and began cleaning and stitching her own wounds, she wouldn't want to be touched right now and from your assessment she was more than capable in her condition.

You broke the steady silence: "is it- is everyone? What happened out there Cass?" knowing she wouldn't really respond you took her shaking her head as a gutwrenching response.

And for what might've been the first time in your life, you saw her whipser "bad" as she locked eyes with you.

Before you could process just what that meant, the quiet hum of the batmobile ripped you from your dread and into action. You heard an echoing shout as Damian lept from the passenger seat of the still moving car, almost flying towards you as the batmobile came to a screeching halt.

"It's Todd, it's not good. Quickly." were the few words the boy wonder could mutter as he started pulling the stretcher towards the car. You followed silently, blood already pounding in your ears.

The door of the car opened and you saw Jason draped across the backseat, muttering and groaning as Damian began to drag him onto the stretcher.

You froze at the sight, bones jutted up out of his skin like a brutal landscape of fractures. His skin, paler than ever before, appeared as if it had lost all its color, like it had bled out completely. Like a corpse in a movie, where CGI created almost inhumane wounds, Jason bore them right in front of you.

Tim's car door slamming ripped you from your shock. He rounded the car instantly and began helping Damian gently move Jason to the cot. While Cass and Damian were silent in a panic, Tim couldn't help but talk through his terror:

"It's all over, well pretty much over. Bruce and the rest are out cleaning it up but he told us to get Jay home because well, I mean he hasn't look worse since probably his first death. And I really don't want to be here for his second. Dames, pull I'll push, God he's heavy, alright, Y/N lock the wheels Damian grab start cleaning wounds on his legs I'll take torso- Y/N? Lock the damn wheels."

Again you snapped into reality, realizing you'd trailed behind the bloody precession. You lowered yourself to secure the wheels, the cool air providing a momentary relief as the weight of the situation settled in. You thought about staying down there, curling up beneath the cot and waiting until the nightmare was over. Tim and Damian were a well oiled triage machine above you- calling out stitching plans, applying bandages, preparing casts for the breaks.

And for the first time, Jason called out softly for you, "Y/N?" You shot up, immediately at his side, pushing the sweat and blood matted hair away from his eyes. They were closed, furrowed in agony but he still called for you, "where's Y/N? I need to see-"

"I'm here, I'm right here Jace." your voice wavering, but he got more frantic, shaking and groaning as Tim and Damian began to restrain him. "No! I need to see her! Stop, take me home! She lives at-"

"Jace I'm right here, I'm here, can you look at me?" your voice was pitchy and raw as you cupped his cheek in your hand. As you lightly pressed your finger to his temple his eyes shot open and wildly took in his surroundings before landing on you. Like an exhale he sunk back into the stretcher, eyes fluttering shut once again.

Beneath his closed eyelids, the pain etched deep lines on his face, but Tim soldiered on, having forced Damian to go tend to his own wounds. The silence was painful, but you had to ask, "he's gonna be okay right?"

Tim's eyes flashed up to meet yours with a kind of smile, "this big guy's been dipped in the Lazarus pit. It's gonna take more than some broken bones and a few lost pints of blood to kill him. Here, come bandage his arms, it's better than staring at his ugly face." you felt a small smile bubble up, Jason's face was bruised and his nose slightly crooked, but you appreciated the quip.

"Here, clean, apply gauze, and wrap. These are all superficial so I promise you can't mess anything up." he pushed bandaging materials into your shaking hands. At first you could barely move, but soon it felt soothing to lend a helping hand. Tim was focused and quiet, and you slowly worked your way up each of Jason's arms, carely wrapping any tear in his skin you could find.

Tim suddenly stepped back with a deep and satified sigh, heading towards the medicine pantry. He came back with an IV and softly nudged your shoulder, "he'll be okay, gonna give him fluids and enough of a sedative to knock him out for a few hours. Go wash off, eat something, and come on back to trade my shift watching him."

You nodded, looking down to realize you were also now covered in a layer of sweat and blood. "Tim, he would've died without you, you're incredible. I'll be right back." you couldn't exactly find the words for the gratitude, but Tim shook it off nonetheless.

"I had to stay in the 'zero Jason deaths' club, Bruce and Dick would've had a field day." you shook your head, beelining for a shower.

When you came back down to the cave Tim was in a tshirt and sweatpants, his own bandages peeking from the sleeves of the shirt. "Ready for a shift change?" you called, causing him to swivel around in the batcave chair and stand up with a stretch.

"You were fast! He'll probably wake up in a few hours, text me whenever for whatever." with a yawn he shuffled out of the cave and you planted yourself in the chair next to Jason.

You nearly screamed as Jason suddenly whispered "is he gone?" Like a cartoon he opened one squinting eye before deciding to fully lock his emerald eyes with your own. "Coast is clear, how are you love?"

You were stunned, "I- you were- how are you? I mean I'm fine, clearly. But what in the-" Jason laughed into a wince but answered:

"Had a couple crazy dreams, I woke up when I heard you call for Tim but wanted the shift change so Tim didn't spend 20 minutes calling me an idiot and a careless maniac.

You shook your head, "and if I call you an idiot and a careless maniac?" but Jason just hummed and attempted to shrug. "Jason Peter Todd you almost died!"

"Keyword there is 'almost' sweetheart."

"And what if Tim and Damian weren't there? What if you'd actually died?" you cupped his cheek again, letting the weight of his head rest into your palm.

"Not even death would stop me from crawling home to you." he vowed. At that, you sunk down, resting your head on his shoulder and lightly running your hand across his chest.

"I believe you, I do. But tell me you'll never let it get to that. This was too much for me Jace I almost thought you were dead when they pulled you out of the car."

He tensed, "you were here for all that? I'm sorry, I don't want to scare you like that." You couldn't believe the man on his deathbed was apologizing to you, but somehow it all felt very Jason Todd.

"It's okay Jay, I'm just glad you're here."

"Always, now scoot me over so I can hold you," he murmered, groaning as he pushed himself over enough to make room for you to slip in next to him. He went to raise his arm and looked annoyed saying, "damn Tim bandaged my whole damn arms. I look like a mummy the hell was he doing" and you stiffened against him.

"Okay asshole that's my bandaging work there, and I'll have you know I stopped a whole lot of your blood from pouring out of your arms." you gave him a childish glare while Jason looked at you with a smirk.

"Remind me never to get a papercut around you, I might lose circulation." he teased, draped a mummy-arm around you as you relaxed into his embrace.

You retorted: "At least I didn't get wheeled into the cave looking like casper the ghost"

"Alright alright, no more near death experiences, scout's honor." he chuckled, and you decided it was a good enough promise for now.

"Deal" you replied, slowly letting the soft sound of Jason's breathing lull you to sleep as your adrenaline had finally dissipated, finally allowing yourself to believe your boy would live to see another night.

Tomorrow? Or the day after that? Well, that would have to be future Y/N's problem :)

~

Hope you enjoyed, let me know if you caught the song reference. xoxo

[ihopesocomic]

Have you ever thought that maybe MP's success was partially because of children migrating from The Lion Guard? I can see a teenager being told that they're too old to watch Disney kids cartoons, finding MP and shielding themselves with the ableism, gore, etc... To feel more "mature" while still watching a lion cartoon.

It would be a bit depressing, honestly.

"Success" is a strong word because that would insinuate that it did what it was meant to do, as in be popular enough to warrant getting a season 2 picked up by a studio. It also would be successful with its intended audience which is adults. MP isn't nearly as popular as people think it is. Its views plummet after episode 1, my guess is because general audiences gave it a chance and then thought it was stupid and then stopped watching. And the only audience left was people who already liked Tribble from COTW or her warrior cats stuff. Is it more popular than it should be? I'd say so, considering I've seen more people calling male lions "manes" unironically on nature documentaries than I'm comfortable with. And most people who like TLK have never even heard of MP. And TLG is less likely as the majority of people who watched it were between 2-7 years old. But I can probably agree that the majority of people who started watching it, who weren't already fans of Tribble, watched it with the belief that it was going to be more mature than TLK. But it is a really immature show. - Cat

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It's also worth noting that Tribble literally tried to sell it as a 'more mature Lion King' so that does come across as trying to ride off TLK/TLG's coattails to me, anyway. It's also part of what set this show up for failure. Not only is The Lion King not what I'd call a childish movie (I mean, for fuck's sake: we see a legit dead body on-screen) but My Pride also comes across as very immature and actually censors a lot of its violence when it's not treating it as edgy content.

And I could also rant for days on the incredibly stupid and patronising "trigger warnings" that treats its audience like they're toddlers. The fact that this isn't how you do trigger warnings aside, it's almost like Tribble was aware kids would sneak a look at this "adult" show and couldn't help but poke fun at it.

So, the demographic for this show is just all up in the air and I think that's another issue to consider here. I feel Tribble certainly wanted to appeal to more adult fans but she also didn't want to completely alienate her minor audience because she got big off a minor-driven fandom (Warrior Cats). Decisions, decisions...

But like Cat said, MP fans have this weird perception that this show was a smash hit based on its views alone and there's a lot of nuance that goes into YT view counts, such as rewatches being counted as new views and so on.

Not to mention certain things occurred that also affected the overall viewership of the entire series too. Things like Tribble being called out around the time Episode 4 came out and people just opting not to watch any further when homophobia was revealed to be a thing in Episode 7. - RJ

[autisticfoxgirl333]

*Uploading SMG4 OC*

Everyone, Hoshinzo.

She was created to be a good friend of the SMG4 crew (especially Meggy). She is also the foil/good counterpart of Mr. Puzzles.

Description of her is down below.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF NEGLECT, BODY HORROR, GORE, AND OBSESSION.

Hoshinzo has like an anime motif in sharp contrast to Mr. Puzzles' inkblot cartoon color, having a magical girl motif.

Hoshinzo's screen can cycle through different faces that appear on it, having some animesque faces, goofy faces, and weird looking faces.

She has a bit of obsession with anime and video games, a bit enough to collect every figurine, video game, manga, and comic in her house. She used to be scared of things going unexpected until the SMG4 crew managed to convince her to let it go and embrace her imperfection.

She may look like a robot thanks to the head, but she's actually a cyborg thanks to a near tragic accident.

She is a video game expert, thanks to playing games for ages.

Despite acting like a preteen, she is technically a young adult, though she is a well-meaning and mature person at heart and isn't as insane as Mr. Puzzles. She had also lost the ability to age.

When she was young, she barely had time to hang out with her parents due to them having to do work all the time and never having time to spend with her, making her feel neglected. She turned to video games, comics,manga, and anime as her comfort and her friends, which led to her slight obsession.

When she got older, she made the outfit she wears now with just old clothing and good materials that were still brand new.

One day, when she was ready to show off her new outfit to the whole world, she got into a near fatal accident that horribly damaged her body just before she noticed and escaped. She had to be quickly rushed to the hospital.

At the hospital, the accident had got her digestive tract exposed and a huge crack in her skull. Surprisingly, her heart, lungs, and brain have survived the accident. A group of doctors and scientists agreed that surgery can't save her life, so they had to replace most of her organs with mechanics and flexible limbs while making sure they keep the blood, veins, nerves,heart and lungs without damaging them. Her digestive tract had ended up being removed and given instead to other patients that needed saving, causing her to lose the ability to get hungry. They had changed her skin color to a black tar like color as part of her change for her cyborg update. Her abdomen had to be fixed with a flexible limb-like mechanical one so she could bend her body like a normal person. The scientists and doctors had also placed her brain in a metallic shell and put it in a robot head that is the same one she has today with the same robotic neck she has now. They had also fixed up their clothes before having out of pity of how hard she worked to make it. Essentially, after that cyborg change, any organic thing that remains of her were most of her undamaged body, her heart, veins, nerves, lungs, brain, and blood. They even installed an extension cord with a plug that is now connected to her spinal cord for when she needs to get energy to sleep and charge like a phone. They had also connected her hair with the robot head to make her look like her ordinary self a little.

When she woke up after the desperate transformation was complete, she looked horrified at first but decided to recover from it and continue her life now as a cyborg. (Though there are times she wished to be human again)

After she became a cyborg, she decided to leave her old home, packing her belongings, and find a new house to live by herself, teaching herself how to socialize, and learn the life of a cyborg.

She had always loved to meet Mario in real life. When she learned that Mario was real, she excitedly rushed to meet him. Things were a little....unexpected. However, she still sees SMG4 Mario as a friend.(Though she wished SMG4 Mario was like the normal Mario).

She has a tense relationship with Mr. Puzzles, especially all the things he had done to her friends, though she felt pity for him when she learned that they had something in common and wished to be his friend, even if they are enemies and is unnerved but his desire to perfection and insanity. Like Meggy, she wishes that Mr. Puzzles will reform after he got arrested.

Even though she can't eat anymore, she had taught herself how to cook, even if some can look random. She just does it to cook for her friends or for when they come by to her house.

Her name is a portmanteau of "Hoshi" and "shinzo," meaning star and heart.

She is taller than any of the SMG4 crew, though not as tall as Mr. Puzzles.

While not without her flaws, she is genuinely a kind, loyal, and smart friend and has a lot of sympathy to others who suffered.

If you ever visit her house, be ready that you will see a lot of pink with lots of video game and anime collectibles like it was decorated for a holiday. As well as thousands of comic books, mangas, and video games.

Although Hoshinzo has taught herself how to socialize, she is either have struggle witu it at times or can be awkward with it. She tried to make new friends but could get too nervous with it or cam get into clumsy embarrassing moments. Because of that, her only friends are the SMG4 crew. (For Now)

[sam-keeper]

The Black Cat (1934)

I came to The Black Cat through cartoons: Norman M Klein's 7 Minutes is a history of american theatrical animation--particularly its decline and fall, which he blames in part on the Hays Code. For Klein, while the code itself was never imposed upon animation studios directly as a tool of censorship, it encouraged economic censorship, which imposed a new orderly world upon cartoons. Anyway, I finished the book as we prepared our list for the year's halloween marathon, and it prompted me to look into pre-Code horror. Just what were black and white horror films like before industry leaders brought the hammer of censorship down on the medium?

Enter The Black Cat, in which Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff face off as old friends turned mortal enemies, with the souls of a couple of dopey American tourists as prize in their deadly game. I fell in love with the film before even watching because I located a clip of one of the bonkers early reveals in the film and instantly latched onto the interplay between Lugosi and Karloff. Lugosi is searching for his lost wife, who he thinks Karloff has spirited away. Karloff finally relents and says he will take Lugosi to see her, bringing him deep into the derelict military fort he has built his home on. There he reveals Lugosi's wife, dead, suspended by the hair in a glass coffin. "I wanted to have her beauty always," Karloff intones.

Hell. Yes. This is everything I wanted from "pre-Code horror". And the rest of the film does not disappoint for insanity. Oh, sure, the "suggested by" in "suggested by a story by Edgar Allen Poe" tells you how faithful to literary classics it is, and its own plot is a bit scattershot and nonsensical. But while it doesn't show a lot of shocking gore on screen, it's not really short on depravity, and watching Lugosi and Karloff play off each other is delightful.

I think it's easy to write this era of horror off as well trodden cliches, and rather tame approaches to the ghastly and ghoulish. I fully expected the film to take place in a haunted eastern european satanic castle, for example. Certainly the foundation of the set fits that description: as I've noted already, the basement of Karloff's manor is an abandoned fort in which hundreds of men died during the First World War due to his machinations. Atop the ruin, however, perches the architect Karloff's brilliant modernist manor, a gleaming Bauhaus facility. Why, even the chamber where he does rituals in praise to Satan with other european perverts is in gorgeous art deco style! The film suggests that all this modernity is just the new face of very old demons and horrors (a more astute insight than maybe the film's creators were consciously going for). For its occasional choppiness and dated mannerisms, the sheer weirdness of this film is well worth seeing for yourself, even if it necessitates getting over the hurdle of our popular perception of this era's films. And what of the Code? The juxtaposition of modernist brilliance and depravity drives the film, and it's hard to imagine it having the same impact with, say, a competent police force, or no suggestion of Karloff's sexual predation. Horror films, it turns out, don't get better when you strip them of all menace and render them less deathly, more deathly dull.

And if that's not enough, I'll tell you that one of the diabolical duo--I won't reveal which one!--strings the other up on a torture device, rips off his shirt, and--no, I shan't say. It's simply too depraved. You'll have to see for yourself... if you dare!

Read more horror reviews all month for Halloween on my Patreon

[nova--michael]

How the My Little Pony Fandom ruined my mental health (long rant(/essay?))

TW: sexual themes, gore, trauma, self harm, suicidality

I will go in-depth in alot of sensitive topics, please proceed with caution

I got into My Little Pony when Season 2 aired. In 2011, I was 7 at the time, 2nd grade. English isn't my first language, I didn't even know other languages were a thing. That is until I got access to the internet. We had a family computer that I used basically daily. I mostly drew on MSPaint and played Animal Jam. I was a happy little girl at the time. Eventually, I discovered YouTube. Which became my new obsession. I consumed content like an addict. And eventually, I stumbled upon My Little Pony, where people uploaded whole episodes. The first episode I watched was "Fall Weather Friends", S1 E13. I was hooked instantly. Bright colorful Ponies! It reminded me of the Fillys I collected. So I consumed more. Was able to find a playlist with all episodes in order. The only thing is, they were in English, which I didn't understand. But I didn't care. I wanted my magical colorful ponies! So I watched it and had an overwhelmingly fun time. It was "Bridle Gossip" S1 E9 where the language just...clicked for me. I can't explain it, but it felt like I suddenly could understand almost every word and my English knowledge expanded from there. Which was a yay for me, because now I could watch my colorful Pony cartoon and actually understand what they were saying. It gave me a big heads up when we started learning English a year later in 3rd grade. I never learned English in that class, knowledge wise I already knew what I needed and was very far ahead of everyone. All thanks to My Little Pony.

But I think it is also the start of when everything went downhill for me.

I explicitly remember holding paper in front of the screen to trace the Mane 6's outfits from the episode "Suited for Success" S1 E14 with a pencil. The show made me really get into art. I drew My Little Pony left and right, and it eventually led me to DeviantArt, which I still have fond memories of. I found out that people made original characters. So I did so too. One of my first ever character was "Starshine" which I still love dearly and sketch when I'm bored. But this also led me down the Brony Fandom rabbit hole. Once I realized people made their own My Little Pony content it was over. I literally obsessed over fan content. I consumed everything that the Fandom could offer. And when I mean everything, I mean Everything.

I don't know what the first gore or nsfw content I consumed, I really do not remember. But it was ultimately this content that shaped me or....better say traumatized me that still affects me to this day.

Just like many people in the Fandom, I found out what "Cupcakes" is. A creepy, gore fanfiction that was about Pinkie Pie dismembering Rainbow Dash and turning her into Cupcakes. One of the many fan content I consumed but I remember this being one of the first experiences I had with gore. I watched the original video from ocarinaplaya. I was, I had no idea what gore was. But it was MLP, so I watched it. And this was the first straw that altered my brain. It was like a car crash, i couldn't look away. The way Pinkie tortured and cut up Rainbow Dash. And I consumed more. Smile HD, Cupcakes SFM, My Little Paradox, Pony.MOV, Lil Miss Rarity, My Little Amnesia, Elements of Insanity (that I still unironically love to this day), and so much more. You name it, I watched it. Things like Elements of Insanity and Cupcakes SFM all led me down the SFM rabbit hole. SFM = Source Filmmaker. When I see SFM models of the MLP characters now, I swear I get flashbacks. Because through SFM I found sensual MLP content. Of course, not all of SFM was sexual or gore. Some masterpieces like Doors, Fluttershys Dream, The Walk, Remembrance, Nightmare Night, all are so good.

But of course with SFM came very...sensual MLP content. Ponies kissing or Making out or even going as far as almost having sex. And something changed in my brain. I started to...actively search out these videos. Rarijack, TwiDash - Hearts and Hooves Day, Appledash, those freaking Fart and Vore videos. I watched it all. I don't know what I felt at the time, I don't remember or more so I don't want to remember. All I know is that I started to seek them out. Like actively searching for it. Which also led me to non sfm sensual content. Twilight Sparkle Pantsu, Friendship is Benefits, Concerning Pegasi, Fluttershy gets BEEPBEEPED in the Maze and infamous Banned from Equestria.

Remember I was a child. 9-10 at the time. And 99% of these videos didn't have any warnings. Nothing. And even if they had a warning 80% of those were joke warnings.

I consumed alot of My Little Pony porn and gore in my childhood. Unrestricted Internet access traumatized me to no end.

It was Banned from Equestria which had changed a lot for me. Because I found out that it was a game. An actual game you could play. And I sought it out. I played a lot of Pony games too, especially the ones on the very old Hasbro website. But Banned from Equestria was almost too easy to find. I found it on a website mainly for bad porn games. And it had a category that was purely for My Little Pony. I just went to search for it. I only needed to type "mlp porn games" and it was instantly there. 2 clicks is all that it took. Yes, the website is still up sadly. That website led me down another awful rabbit hole of My Little Pony porn games. Again, I was 10, I had no idea what porn was. Or sex. But it was this (and a separate event that happened in my family) that taught me what it was. And again, I searched for those things actively. And played those games religiously. By 10 years old I was a freaking porn addict. Not even gore (which I developed PTSD from), but Porn was the thing that caught my attention. I also learned what masturbation was thanks to that. And I did just that. I masturbated almost on the daily. Found my Mom's toys, stole them, and used them. Now, masturbation isn't a bad thing by any means. It's good to explore your body and what makes you feel good but I was just an innocent kid...

My parents never found out. My Mom eventually caught on I stole her toys but never did anything against it. Nor did she educate me. She let me do my thing. So I basically masturbated daily, sometimes more than once. What being horny was, was something I didn't even know. I only knew I wanted to do this because is saw my colorful ponies do it.

But these porn games made me spiral. I lost so much of my childhood innocence through this. I spend most of my childhood and early teen years (I started puberty when I was 9) by watching porn, playing porn, and the occasional gore. It has twisted what sex even was for me. The whole concept was ruined for me. To this day.

Throughout the next years, I learned more about porn, and went through many different rabbit holes. My Little Pony Porn, actual porn, Furry Porn, it didn't matter. If it was Porn, I consumed it.

I would also blame this addiction was the reason I became/am hypersexual.

And now, over 10 years later, what changed?

Nothing. I have grown so disgusted by Sex, it's why I'm AroAceflux now. I know. Hypersexuality and AroAce? Pick a struggle. But I'm serious. I consume a lot of Porn to this day. Masturbation had died down but it still happens occasionally. The people I follow on Patreon mainly do nsfw content. Hell, I was on Nsfw-twt a few years ago too.

Porn has ruined my whole mental state. It's scientifically proven that subjecting children to porn and gore at an early age can severely damage their development and I think I'm no exception.

My mental health has been very bad since 2016. I started to cut myself frequently and get suicidal. I still carry scars to this day and I do blame a lot on this addiction. I've been self-harm clean for about 3 years now. I was severely suicidal again in 2021 where I almost killed myself has it not been a friend calling the cops i still struggle with being suicidal to this day though, despite having finished therapy.

I also struggled with a lot of identity stuff at the time. I have it figured out now and am openly out as a trans man by a lot of people in my life. And I have an amazing support system now. But I never really had the opportunity to talk about THIS. How the My Little Pony Fandom ruined my mental health due to the content that was created, without any content warnings. I say I also developed my PTSD from this.

Obviously not just that, it was a lot of trauma family and school-wise wise that made me develop PTSD but I also will blame these types of MLP content for this as well.

Now, I love the Brony fandom. I still do. So many people I have met who are in this Fandom are so incredibly nice, but the awful stuff just stands out even more. This was an innocent kids show about colorful ponies and the magic of friendship. Many children with unrestricted internet access watched it. And watched this type of content. The Fandom should have been a lot more critical about the type of content that they post

I know I'm not the only person that was subjected to gore and porn. Many children from 2010-2017 were traumatized by this type of content. And I wouldn't be surprised if many also developed mental disorders because of it, whether it be Depression, PTSD, Hypersexuality, etc. Many of the young fans are scarred

And we still are

And we are still trying to heal as young adults

Hell, I'm turning 20 very soon, and I still struggle so hard with my mental health and the scars I got in my early childhood and early teen years.

I should've spend those years so much differently

But I didn't and know I'm left to pick up the pieces.

I hope this shines some light on the cruel side of the Brony community, I recommend Raymundo2112's video "The SINS of Bronies", it goes also in-depth about the psychological effects of children being subjected to porn and gore

Please be careful what children consume on the internet.

Now

I apologize for this length, I just wanted to talk about it

I'm open to any questions that may come up, and I'm sorry for my irl people who see this

Thank you for reading, it means alot

[bo-bo-bean]

Smiling Critters, how do you feel about the happy tree friends?

Well... I like the premise! Although I could do without the gore? I adore Handy! He's hilarious and I admire his tenacity!

Haha, quite the show! I like Sniffles, as truism as that sounds. He's very inventive! Although, if he could just stop messing with ants, I'm sure he'll have a better time! He eats other foods, but I suppose a guilty snack is too tantalizing to pass up on.

I find the show pretty nice...! It's clear the characters all love each other; even the two raccoons have a bond! It's lovely! I think my favorite character is Flippy... He really deserves better and I want to just pull him through the screen and give him my best hug EVER!

Sorry I... Don't think I've seen the show. But DogDay says that's for the best. It's a shame; it looks so... Um... Cute, like a children's cartoon.

Freakin' epic!! The rabbit is my favorite!! Nothing goes past him and he's probably the bravest rabbit, uh, ever!? I don't like when he dies, but man dying from being shot by a canon?? That's a way to go!

Oh yeah, I know that show! It's the animal critters that go through horrible deaths, right? My favorite is the flying squirrel...! I think his name was... Super? I dunno, I watched it as a kit as a dare. Haven't really thought about it much.

Um... The food looks good! And Nutty is someone I can relate to, but the show kind of makes it hard to eat meat, my favorite food! So while I can watch it, I do it sparingly. Especially when we're having a barbeque!

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[comicbookfreak]

Deadpool & the R-Rating

So, I've been a fan of Deadpool since 2012. I read the entirety of the Duggan-Posehn run, all of Spider-Man/Deadpool, a fair chunk of Cable & Deadpool, the entire Killology, and several of the other short runs and miniseries in and around the last ten years.

I love Deadpool. He's one of my favourite characters, not just in comic books. He's subversive, yes, but he's also... broken.

I mean, without stating the obvious, Deadpool isn't what people assume he is just from looking at him. He isn't the super-cool soldier, the Special-Forces-turned-contract-killer, and Deadpool & Wolverine does an amazing job of highlighting this. All the movies do, but that one in particular.

And yeah, Deadpool comics can be bloody. They're slapstick, they're gory, they're ridiculous - a guy who can't die is basically a cartoon character, and you put him in a realistic world, you can blow him up or have him explode out of a monster's belly, you can shoot him in the head, run him over, cut off all his limbs, decapitate him, and he's still cracking jokes.

And I get that Ryan Reynolds wanted to bring that ridiculousness, that subversiveness, that brokenness of Deadpool to the screen, without limits, and he did.

But what makes me sad is that... it's not exactly Deadpool.

And I know, I know, find a comic book nerd who doesn't complain about a movie adaptation, but this isn't some "he's not comic accurate because they don't reference his relationship to Mistress Death" or something. This is because of a personal battle of mine, that makes it hard for me to watch Deadpool movies.

This is about drugs.

I'm triggered by mind-altering substances. I'm triggered by narcotics, and addiction, and anything that can get you high. Alcohol can scare me to death on a bad day. And I get it, that's my fault, I've got issues with psychosis and hallucinations and not being in control of my own perceptions or feelings. I've got a lot to unpack about being in a state where I can be manipulated, or where I'm not fully aware of my surroundings. I've... got problems.

I may, in a way, be broken.

And some people help themselves with substances, and I'm not about to go on some rant about how that's bad - whatever you need to do to get through the day, I say go for it. If you're being safe with yourself, and not putting anyone in danger, I don't see why you shouldn't be allowed to put whatever you want in your body.

But in the first two Deadpool films, DP uses cocaine. In the third, they make a point of how he can't. When I was seeing it in the theatre, I retreated into myself every time it was mentioned, and the two boisterous gentlemen behind me would regularly laugh at the screen and make jokes about Wade "doing fat lines."

I just... I'm very grateful for Once Upon a Deadpool (even though it still has references to cocaine, visibly on screen). I can enjoy DP&W in my own way, and when I feel safe enough to take it on, knowing that they're going to reference it three times in the movie and where.

But I went home after that movie, and I... I cried. I had a breakdown, because this character I love, this character I have read for years, this character that I see myself in and relate to, is now attached to this image of this thing that I can't find it in myself to deal with.

I worry about reading new comics with him, because of how he might be written closer to his movie version. I worry about reading old comics with him, in case there was something that inspired it.

I love Deadpool, and seeing him on screen back in 2016 was amazing for me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to revisit that first film, because I know the exact scene where he uses, and it makes my heart pound.

And the thing is - I genuinely don't think it's necessary. It's a funny bit, but... I don't know. I don't know.

Comic Deadpool is blood-and-guts cartoon humour. He curses, but in Grawlix - there's gore, but it's so ridiculous, it's hardly realistic - he makes poor innuendos, and yeah, sometimes he goes a little far (especially in the older comics) but that Duggan-Posehn run, that is Deadpool to me. And I see it in small moments in the films, and it's in DP&W most of all, but those movies... They are their own thing, and I think the R-rating was necessary for the comedic subversive guts and glory, but I just...

I think it makes sense to take the drug use out of it. I'd prefer it never be mentioned in the films again, because I want to be able to enjoy my Deadpool - but I guess, at the end of the day, that's my problem.

I don't know. I guess I just... have my version of Deadpool. And sometimes, I have to try a little harder to be able to approach him without feeling vulnerable and scared, because of my own issues and how the films have discussed topics that I... can't deal with right now.

I just... I guess I just miss being invulnerable.

I miss being like Deadpool.

[hunkygreenbean]

Hello my Millennials and Gen Z followers we need to have a talk.

PLEAASE stop downplaying gen alphas internet addiction. Seriously. I'm tired of seeing people going "oh, well they said tv would rot our brains and we turned out fine!!" Like no. The shit Gen Alpha is being exposed to is in no way comparable to you watching Saturday morning cartoons when you were 5.

Firstly, whatever children's shit you've watched on TV has to be held to rigorous standards. Even if the show wasn't purely educational, there is still multiple levels of writing, filtering, and editing in order for it to qualify for a G or PG rating. Yeah, the writers would sneak in little adult jokes for the parents to snicker at, but other than that the shit you saw was squeaky clean.

Gen Alpha kids are literally getting gore and fetish videos pushed to them on both regular social media and kids versions of SM. We have toddlers that know how to use a phone before they know how to talk. We have kids acting out what they see in these inappropriate videos, which is leading to increases in levels of elementary school violence. These kids are having their attention spans fucked over by short form content. These kids cannot socialize or properly regulate their emotions. These kids are having higher rates of depression and pediatric mental illness because of their unfiltered, unmonitored screen time.

Also because SM has no filter or real hard rules for what kids are shown, this has opened the door to all kinds of gross content farms that exploit their young viewers.

I often hear from my fellow Gen Z "but like we also had brainrot like MLG and Trollface!!" The difference is is that Gen Alpha is watching pregnant Elsa and Spiderman videos from the moment they gain consciousness. From my experience, I did not get internet access until I was 7-8. My early formative years were spent with other forms of enrichment. The content that Gen Alpha is watching from their toddlers years onward is literally setting them back intellectually, socially, and emotionally for the rest of their lives.

Yes, I am aware that there is an issue of parents using ipads as babysitters. Yes, I know it falls on the parents to monitor what their kid watches and how much time they spend on a screen.

But if y'all really care abt gen alpha and finding a solution for them, you gotta stop minimizing the impact of the content they are consuming.