#post 7: these characters fuck NASTY

[aweisz]

my dash rn is insane

[animentality]

You know that scene in John Wick 2 where he (John Wick) gets hit by a car and then he immediately fights the assassin driving that car, Cassian, and then they battle for like sixty minutes on the streets of Rome, shooting over cars, knife fighting, falling down a whole flight of stairs, and then grappling and grabbing each other on the cobblestones, yelling and grunting like a bunch of dudes having good old fashioned fun, and then finally they end up smashing right through a window and coincidentally landing in the assassin hotel "safe area" where they're not allowed to fight anymore...

and then they go and have a drink together?

I thought they should've fucked.

So I wrote a book about assassins who do that sort of thing regularly. Check it out here.

But I added what the scene was lacking, besides the fucking part...

Demons.

The scene for anyone who doesn't remember or doesn't know it.

This book has:

an improbable amount of badass, LGBT, demon summoning assassins (the absolute best of the best being transgender).

a scott pilgrim style plot, involving one pansexual demon summoner having to fight all 7 of his exes for the sake of his newest contract.

a nonbinary weather controlling demon, trapped on earth. also, one of the exes.

a blind smartass with a nasty mouth and nastier eye-related powers.

a city on the brink of annihilation, trapped by forces unseen and unheard and unknowable.

the most bombastic and ridiculous magic system ever constructed by man.

and maybe...just maybe...an angsty gay time loop romance (the best narrative trope) but you didn't hear that from me.

It's dark, it's humorous, it's romantic, it's riddled with absolutely insane fight scenes, and most importantly...

It's unabashedly queer and unrealistic and silly and yearn-y.

And I'd really appreciate if you'd help an indie author out, with a sale or a reblog! Agents and publishers told me that it was too queer for regular audiences...and that the concept was just not very compelling.

They might be right, but it still had to exist. I still had to make it, anyway. You know. You have to make the art that you want to see in the world.

Anyway.

Sorry for the long post...you can check out my website for future releases.

And last thing: Character commission of the MC, our lovably slutty pansexual assassin Sebastián Monterey:

And cheers! Sorry for the long post. Have a good night.

[arachine]

— what's going on down there?: a dick analysis

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: jake sully, miles quaritch & norm spellman

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their human forms + avatar forms

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: talking about dicks obviously, explicit sexual content (?), humor lol

ᥫ᭡ note :: if you know anything about arachine, you know i love a good dick analysis. these posts are intended for comedic purposes only, which means they’re not to be taken seriously.

— jake “ima slut you out” sully

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: as we all know, jake’s life on earth was very unfulfilling. he was a man who sacrificed his legs for the fate of the country, only to be disposed of into the unforgiving hands of society, with no way to reap the benefits (or lack thereof) that veterans were promised to receive. and after losing the privilege of mobility, his body changed drastically. he got smaller, his body got weaker, and yet, one thing remained—that dick! jake is a survivor, through and through—his personal motto is: if it ain’t broken, then it’s still working—and boy, he does not disappoint when it comes to the downstairs department. standing tall at 7 inches, is little jake (maybe not so little). when flaccid, his length measures at a solid 5.7 inches. definitely a grower. 

⟳ width: a little bit on the skinnier side, but he knows how to use it and that’s all that matters!

⟳ color: i think for the most part, his shaft definitely matches the rest of his body; though, i can see it maybe being slightly a little more darker at the base, like a very light beige. when he’s flaccid, his tip is a pretty pink, almost like a ballet slipper (aka the best pink). turns into an angry red when fully erect!

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: jake pegs me as the kinda guy who doesn’t really care? i mean, trimming isn’t foreign to him, because he has trimmed it before, and does so when he notices it’s gotten to be too long…but, i don’t think it’s something that he does often. to him, it’s just hair. he’s on his grown man shit, you know? 

02. curved?: uhm, yes! you know that one beyoncé lyric? yeah. 

03. any veins?: absolutely covered in ‘em

04. how he fucks with it: i’d like to think before his accident, he was a doggy style connoisseur—come on, it’s jake we’re talking about here. can’t nobody tell me otherwise! i just know he had bitches bent over, weaves sweated out, makeup all over the pillows…mans was f-u-c-k-i-n-g okay? fuckingggg. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: the masses may attack me, but it’s time i spoke up. the man has a monster schlong. a cooter cat killer, if you will. if you thought his human form was big, shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet! completely flaccid, his cock measures to about 10 inches. when fully hard, he grows an additional three! talk about impressive…

⟳ width: so thick that it basically slaps his thighs when he walks. the man could create a beat with it, get em into the soundcloud business now!

⟳ color: self explanatory tbh, it’s fucking blue. as blue as papa smurf’s ass. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that because he’s an avatar, he grows hair there. even if i’m wrong, i’m right. i don’t give a damn what james cameron says. he’s basically my character at this point, and i will him to have hair damnit! just…the idea of him having a full bush down there, in the wild, all primitive and shit…does something to me. idk. don’t ask me why i’m so nasty, blame my deadbeat father. 

02. curved?: is a banana yellow? there’s your answer. 

03. any veins?: i might have a brain aneurysm just thinking about it, but yes! god, yes. so many…so, so, so many. ribbed for her pleasure or whatever trojan said. 

04. how he fucks with it: is he still the doggy style connoisseur? yes. but now that’s got the strength of 20 men, backshots sound a whole lot like gunshots now. they say every time the mighty toruk makto thrusts into a cunt, a tree falls down or something. so, yes. fucks hard, fucks rough, fucks like he’s on a mission. what’s that one tik tok audio? “rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, i dive in her cervix.” yeah, he lives by that. 

— miles “on your knees, cadet!” quaritch

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: just gonna cut right to the chase. he’s huge. like pussy splitting huge. i don’t care what anyone says, you can argue with ya friend, you can argue with ya mother, but you cannot argue with me! coming in at a solid 6 when flaccid, quaritch takes the cake for the biggest cock on this list (at least, human form wise). at full length, he measures to about 7.8 inches! 

‘booooo’ you say, well, guess what? it’s the truth, and i’m just the messenger. whether you hate him or love him, he’s just that guy. 

⟳ width: surprisingly average. but it’s okay, sometimes you can’t have the best of both worlds. 

⟳ color: if my memory serves me right, he was pretty tan in the first movie. so, i’m gonna stick with that and say that it’s a pretty tan that transitions into a pale pink. i don’t know if some of you have seen old dick, but their tips get less saturated with age. it’s a phenomenon (not really, the blood flow to the groin is just a lot slower, which can make it appear kind of gre—anyway, i digress!)

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: this man is a colonel, so he’s all about discipline and keeping things nice and tidy. so, obviously, his hygiene reflects that. i don’t think he goes completely bald, but he does give it a good trim. kind of like a fade…just imagine a patch of grey, prickly hair. yeah. 

02. curved?: yes, and since he’s older, it’s probably curved a lot. you could probably hang something on it. maybe a towel, or a lanyard. it’s definitely useful for something!

03. any veins?: god, i don’t know why, but i have it in my head that he’s on steroids. he’s just so buff and strong, and i mean, yeah, he could just be really fit…but he could also be a self-image obsessed freak who takes drugs to be the perfect soldier. the correlation, you ask? well, i just feel like people who take steroids are really veiny, and i feel like his dick would be really, really veiny. so, thus the rant about steroids. steroid dick. 

04. how he fucks with it: don’t let his age fool you. he may very well be pushing his late fifties, but he’s still a young man at heart—and he’s definitely got the sex drive to prove it! i can see his favorite position being something like missionary. not so much because he enjoys the intimacy of it (like being face to face), but more so because he’s got a size kink—and definitely a dacryphilia kink. he enjoys seeing his partners cry, whether in pain, or in pleasure, or both! so, when you’re fucking him, don’t expect anything romantic. he just wants to see your pretty little face all teary eyed and pathetic. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: so big you can see it from space; that’s how the RDA mfs know they’re close, because they can see the tip protruding from pandora. no, but seriously, it’s still really huge. like maybe 12-14 inches—maximum. 

⟳ width: probably twice as thick as a human’s forearm. and god, it’s sooooo heavy. big breeding balls to match. 

⟳ color: blue blue blue…like wet fun dip. with just as many stripes as the american flag or whatever. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: yes, but the hair is black instead of grey and it’s probably really straight because na’vi hair is straight as fuck. 

02. curved?: sir, yes sir. 

03. any veins?: what’d i say? steroid dick. but even worse (better) now bc he’s so damn tall, he needs all the blood he can get down there.

04. how he fucks with it: has you in all types of positions. his favorites are anything that shows off his new found strength, so i’m betting on full nelsons and mating presses. just fast, powerful strokes. lives by the motto: can’t stop, won’t stop.

— norm “what’s the sq root of 69?” spellman

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: i’m sorry to disappoint the norm fuckers (if there are any), but he’s not that big. when he’s soft, his cock measures to about 4.8 inches, and at most, 6.2 inches when hard. 

⟳ width: skinny dick. 

⟳ color: dawg he’s so white, it’s like hella pale and the tip is so pink that when he’s aroused, it looks like there’s something wrong.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: like jake, i don’t think he really cares.

02. curved?: straight like a pencil

03. any veins?: like two, and they’re really prominent because he’s so fucking pale.

04. how he fucks with it: i don’t think human norm is getting puss, let’s be real. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: i am a firm believer in N.W.B.C—nerds with big cocks. it’s just the universe’s way of saying thank you, they just…they just do so much for us, you know? norm may not have been packing down there in his human form, but this was his second chance at redemption. he’s now a proud member of N.W.B.C, sporting an impressive 15 inches. you know that one scene in the first spider-man when pete’s looking at himself in the mirror and he looks inside his briefs? yeah, that was norm when he found out. the man got so excited, he accidentally catapulted a scientist out of pandora’s atmosphere with the weight of his cock. joking. 

⟳ width: on the skinnier side but still toe curling, nonetheless.

⟳ color: laffy taffy blue, with little (big) blueberry balls.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: no, he’s too busy in the lab and getting na’vi puss.

02. curved?: unfortunately no

03. any veins?: more than before, which he was pleasantly surprised to see.

04. how he fucks with it: norm’s got a big dick, but he acts so shy, like he’s scared of it or something. like stop playing boy and drop them drawls, the fuck? anyway, i think norm’s a sub. he pegs me as the type of guy who likes strong women, women who’ll tell him to shut the fuck up (because he talks so much) and eat their pussies. i guess this makes him a munch. yeah, he’s a munch. ice spice actually wrote that song with him in mind!

© arachine 2023

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: to all of my formula 1 authors, your work has gotten me through this summer semester and i thank you 🫡. what started as a curiosity, grew into a love for a sport i didn't know existed until a month ago and i love you all. (also i apologize for spamming y'all, pls don't block me 🙏🏽🩷)

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

You Went Out Looking a Lil Bit Too Good — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Singing “I’d Rather Fuck on My Ex Again” and Posting it on Your Story — @loveforeren ༝༚༝༚

“But I didn’t shave” So what? — @tasiawrites ༝༚༝༚

“She’s busy”— @luvacookie ༝༚༝༚

Armin Arlert

Toxic!Armin⎢More Toxic!Armin⎢— @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

The Baby Trapper — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ms. Attitude — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

Fatal Attraction — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Stress Relief — @prettygirl222 ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

Messages w/ Connie as Your BF! — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Bound⎢ Ch.1⎢ Ch.2⎢ Ch.3⎢ Ch.4⎢ Ch.5⎢ Ch.6⎢ Ch.7⎢ Ch.8⎢ Ch.9⎢ Ch.10⎢ Ch.11 — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Positive — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Sundress SZN — @alanaaii ༝༚༝༚

Cookies ‘n Cream — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Touch Me, Tease Me, Feel Me Up — @loveforeren ༝༚༝༚

24 Hours, Someone There When She Need — @2neaky ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger

Plug!Eren Being Such a Pornographic Whore — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Rockstar Boyfriends!Eren + Geto — ^ ༝༚༝༚

#FREEHIM — @bladebarbie ༝༚༝༚

SUCKER — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Driftin’ and Kissin’ — @st4rbwrry ༝༚༝༚

Eren Loves Thunderstorms — @bunnisari ༝༚༝༚

 Think She Grippin’ on My Dick but That’s My Gun Baby — @gloxk ༝༚༝༚

Spoil You — @backwzzds ༝༚༝༚

Telling Possessive!Eren You Need a Break — @roseloon ༝༚༝༚

Maybe Opposites Do Attract — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

Under the Influence — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Why You Touchin’ Me — @monstas1ut ༝༚༝༚

Wax — @prettygirl222 ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein

Size Kink — @co-psycho

Stalker!Jean HCs — ^

Parenting HCs — @ye4gerism ༝༚༝༚

Mikasa Ackerman

CHARM’D — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Onyankopon

SOUL⎢Part 2 — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

TRIP — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ony Fingering You — @hanwiore ༝༚༝༚

Sexy Hot Nasty Smut — ^ ༝༚༝༚

“Let’s Talk In Person” — @dilfl0v3rss ༝༚༝༚

Mutuals⎢ Part 2 — @anucalor ༝༚༝༚

On the Run — @xiamentshoneypot ༝༚༝༚

Don’t You Know I Love You — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

I’ll Miss You — @awill2live ༝༚༝༚

Accusations and Apologies — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

What Goes Around Comes Around — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Prettiest Thing⎢Part 2 — @pwinkprincess ༝༚༝༚

Imagine Onyankopon as Your Boyfriend — @shaguro ༝༚༝༚

Missing Curfew — @klipkillakai ༝༚༝༚

Dad!Ony Blurb — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Any Means Necessary⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3 — @cupidzboww ༝༚༝༚

BLEACH:

Kenpachi Zaraki

Make Me Feel Love — @actuallusaiyan

DC:

Multi-Character

Size Kinks [Bruce + Jason (SEPARATE)]— @arkhamslvts ༝༚༝༚

Batmom

Thunderstorm — @teddypines ༝༚༝༚

Batsis

Roy Asking Batfam Members for Their Blessings to Marry Batsis [+ Roy Harper]— @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Bruce Wayne/Batman

PR Relationship — @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Vampire King!Bruce Wayne — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Jealous!Bruce — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bruce Being Lovestruck — ^ ༝༚༝༚

ONE CHICAGO:

Jay Halstead

Echoes of Redemption — @berberriescorner ༝༚༝༚

Jay Dating a Younger Woman — @cutielando

Upstead Foster Daughter⎢Chapter 3 — @uptondixon

Kevin Atwater

If I Took You Home⎢Part 2 — @megamindsecretlair ༝༚༝༚

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Thomas Shelby

Scary? My God You’re Divine — @kat-mobile

Tommy With a Wife Who’s His Complete Opposite — ^

Chance Meetings — @myers-meadow

No Negotiations — @fallatyourfeet

A New Day — @garrison-girl-08

Moved On — @storiesforallfandoms

[crimeronan]

mutual 1: post with blacklisted tag

mutual 2: post with blacklisted word

mutual 3: post with four blacklisted phrases that are so unrelated to each other you get curious and click (you regret it)

mutual 4: essay-length post written in indonesian

mutual 5: i know you guys all think of these wholly unrelated characters as siblings but i think they should fuck nasty

mutual 6: you're so right. they should have a threesome with the character that everyone pretends is their nuclear family mom

mutual 7: post with blacklisted tag

mutual 8: post that SHOULD have been blacklisted but it's a screenshot of a twitter thread with no alt text so your filtering didn't catch it

mutual 9: this time i really am going to kill myself

mutual 10: i just want to get dicked down again :/

mutual 11: if anyone so much as implies they want to dick me down i'm going to kill myself

mutual 12: post with blacklisted word

mutual 13: extremely long back-and-forth in english talking about the verb tenses in a language you do not speak

mutual 14: reblog of generic fandom art with an unhinged essay praising the artist in the tags

mutual 15: post that wasn't blacklisted but then it makes you immediately add several new terms to your blacklist

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 6- The Case of the Creeping Forest

Episode Overview:

32 total, 8 different words said by 7 characters.

Edwin: 1 Bloody

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 2 Bugger

Crystal: 4 Fuck, 2 Shit, 1 Ass, 2 Hell, 3 God

Jenny: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit

David: 5 Fuck

Esther: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Cat King: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 God

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 1

Charles: 4

Crystal: 12

Jenny: 2

David: 5

Esther: 5

Cat King: 3

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 13

Shit: 4

Ass: 1

Damn: 2

Hell: 2

Bloody: 1

God: 7

Bugger: 2

Lines:

Crystal: What the hell? I have to pay my rent. I can't be a homeless person with a heart-shaped gem.

Crystal: I want to keep this demon the fuck out.

Crystal: God, I just want to be normal.

Esther: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Esther: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Crystal: God, I feel totally useless.

Charles: I mean, Monty's our mate and all, but Gladys could have buggered off.

Crystal: So no, I didn't read the stupid tree! … Shit.

Jenny: Just like whatever the fuck I am doing is none of yours.

Crystal: It's like he's fucking haunting me.

Crystal: What the hell just happened?

Charles: Nasty Bugger. Any ghost it eats is completely obliterated.

David: Oh no, I'm so fucking scared.

Charles: Don't listen to him Crystal, it's just some sort of a mindfuck, innit?

David: Why the fuck do you smell so weak? What the fuck did you do?

Crystal: I gave up my powers, OK? I got you out of my fucking head. You can't get in anymore, asshole.

David: Now, she's just another fucking terrified lump of human flesh.

Crystal: I am nothing special, So why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?

David: Did you really think that you could beat me with a fucking cricket bat?

Charles: He's wrong you know? You're still pretty damn special.

Crystal: OK, enough uh, emotional bullshit.

Cat King: Oh God, the handsome face, the little kiss, bullshit astrology- he’s luring you into a trap!

Edwin: Even if that were true, you're a bloody crow!

Cat King: Do you hear me? I will stop fucking playing nice!

Esther: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Esther: God, I love final moments.

Esther: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Crystal: Oh my God, are you guys OK?

Jenny: No, stop that bullshit right now.

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

Niko: Oh my god. (Episode 5)

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 7 (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College Student!Reader Category: Angst/Comfort Warnings: Hangovers, Mentions of Drinking, Swearing, Hospitals, Grief/Trauma, Emotional Turmoil, Mentions of Minor Character Death(s) Word Count: 2.5k+

A/N: Thought I’d post a chapter that correlates with the current holiday season (though I apologize for being a day late). Thank you all for reading this series - the next chapter will be the penultimate or last chapter (I haven’t decided yet). Thankful for each and every one of you. 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Ch. 6 <- -> Ch. 8 (WIP)

Thanksgiving Day

The sound of cardinals chirping outside your window stirred you from your uneasy rest. You slowly blinked as your head throbbed with a dull ache.

"Shit," you cursed as you rubbed your face. The two crimson songbirds tilted their heads as they glanced at you through the blinds. You smiled at the vibrant creatures despite the pain that shot through your skull. They instantly flew away the second you pushed yourself up on your forearms. You frowned and squeezed your eyes shut.

“What the fuck happened last night?” you muttered. Your eyes shot open when you remembered coming home after overhearing Miguel on the phone. Your heart immediately filled with lead and sank into the burning pit of your stomach as you turned on your side.

Relief washed over you when you saw a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen sitting on your nightstand. You shivered as you sipped on the cold drink and guzzled down two red pills, mentally keeping your fingers crossed that the pain would fade quickly. You closed your eyes after you set the glass down and rubbed your sore temples. You tried to rummage through your foggy memory in an attempt to recall last night's events.

Let's see...you stumbled through the door and Hobie was on your couch. You remembered the slightly tangy flavor of beer washing over your tastebuds and the stinging, acerbic feeling of it sliding down your throat. You remember crying on him...and then-

"Room service," Hobie called from the other side of the door, breaking you from your train of thought. You glanced down and quickly smoothed your hands over your hair and clothes before straightening your posture.

"Come in," you replied. Your bedroom door creaked open as Hobie stepped inside with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in hand. You felt your cheeks warm as he came over and set the plate down on your nightstand. Your mouth watered as steam rose from the freshly cooked food.

"Thought you could use some breakfast. Always helps me when I have a nasty hangover," he said while scratching the back of his head and averting your gaze. You shifted your gaze between the plate and the tall, lanky man standing in front of you. A small gasp left Hobie as you pulled him into a tight embrace, his hands hesitantly hovering over your upper back.

"Thank you," you sniffed against his stomach. Hobie nodded as he patted the space between your shoulder blades.

"No problem," he replied. You smiled a little as you pulled back.

"You can stay...if you want," you cleared your throat as your body glowed with heat. Hobie carefully studied your face before he slowly sank down on the edge of your bed. His eyes widened as he fully sat on your cozy comforter and smoothed his hands over the soft fabric.

"Don't think I've ever felt somethin' this comfortable in my life," he sighed in astonishment. You giggled as you took one of the slices of toast. The Brit raised a dark brow as you held it out to him.

"No thanks, love. I already ate," he said with a small smile. You shrugged and brought the food to your mouth. The room was quiet as you slowly munched on the crispy, golden bread. Hobie drummed his palms against his ripped jeans.

"So...how're you feelin'?" he asked. You swallowed and looked down at the wrinkles and creases of your plush blanket.

"Honestly? My head feels like complete shit," you laughed tiredly. Hobie chuckled, a soft warmth glowing in his eyes.

"I'll bet. Never seen someone down a beer that fast," he said. He laughed quietly as you playfully flicked his arm. You ate a bit more of your breakfast before you felt a pang of guilt reverberate through your chest.

"Hobie?" you piped up. The man hummed in reply before you bit your lip.

“I-I’m sorry about last night,” you began as you glanced down at the remaining fluffy eggs on your plate. Hobie pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it,” the man said with a flick of his hand. You shook your head.

“No, it-” you tightened your lips as you thought for a moment. “It wasn't right for me to kiss you. Especially since you and Gwen-”

“We aren’t seeing each other,” Hobie interrupted. You blinked.

“Wh-What?” you stammered. Hobie gave a small grin.

“Gwen and I…we get along great. But I’ve honestly never felt that way about her,” he explained. Hobie chuckled at your shocked expression-mouth agape and eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“I see,” you eventually cleared your throat as you felt the tips of your ears burn. Hobie tilted his head as you remained silent for several minutes.

“You doin’ alright, kid?” he asked. You shifted your gaze between your lap and his deep, brown eyes.

“I…I don’t know,” you sighed. You cringed when you thought about vomiting all over his lap last night. “Oh God,” you whined as you ducked your head into your hands.

“What?” he asked.

“You probably hate me for throwing up on you,” you groaned. You heard Hobie shuffle a bit.

“I mean, I was a bit surprised. But everyone has their rough nights, you know?” he said. You exhaled loudly and slightly tilted your head up, still too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I’m a fucking mess, aren’t I?” you laughed bitterly as tears pricked at the corners of your blood-shot eyes. Hobie sat up when the steady trickling of tears turned into sobbing. You tensed a little as he scooted closer and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you’re not a mess, love. You’re just goin’ through a lot right now,” he murmured softly. He squeezed your shoulder as you gulped for air, your heart feeling like it could unravel at any second. Hobie hummed as you tilted your head down and rested your forehead on his thin shoulder. He rubbed your upper back as your tears flooded the sleeve of his crimson shirt.

"I'm here, (Y/N)," Hobie reassured you.

You sniffed and gripped onto him like he was your steady anchor to this reality. Your heart rate eventually slowed as you felt your eyes puff up and body tremble. The man beside you patted your back. “You want to come to Gwendy’s with me today?” Hobie asked. You pulled back a little and wiped your cheeks.

“I…I don’t know,” you frowned. Hobie adjusted himself as he slotted his thumbs inside his jean pockets.

“You don’t have to. Just thought-“

“I mean, I kind of want to,” you said. You tightened your lips at your sudden interruption. “Sorry,” you laughed awkwardly and glanced away.

“T’s alright,” Hobie said. There was a brief, tense pause between the two of you. You shifted in your bed as you felt another wave of heaviness wash over you. You nearly choked as you tried to hold back another wave of tears, cursing yourself for breaking down right after you just put yourself back together. Hobie remained at your side as you clutched your blanket.

“I should’ve known better,” you cried. You hiccupped and squished your palms over your eyes. “I-I should’ve known,” your body shook violently as you sobbed. You relaxed this time as Hobie wrapped his wiry arms around your trembling form, the warmth of his body cascading over your own. You sighed as you pressed your face against his chest while he caressed your upper back.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N),” he gently whispered. You dipped your head lower and rested your hands in the middle of his back. Hobie let you soak his shirt once more as he held you.

“Hobie…could you, could you stay with me today instead?” you eventually asked with a shaky breath. He leaned back, his expression gentle as he gazed into your eyes. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “I’m sorry. I know you want to be with Gwen and her dad. I just…I don’t know if I’ll be able to go out without…” you trailed off and sniffed.

“If you want me to stay, I’ll stay,” he said with an assuring murmur. Your heart melted as you pouted. He grunted as you squeezed him in another tight embrace.

“Thank you,” you said before sucking in another sharp breath. Hobie nodded as he rested his sharp chin on your shoulder.

“You're welcome, love," he replied. "I’ll even order us some takeaway if you get hungry again,” he said with a soft smile. You gave him a puzzled expression as you pulled back. “Sorry, ‘takeout’,” Hobie chuckled. You nodded as a small, exhausted smile graced your features.

“That sounds great,” you grinned.

Meanwhile, at St. Temple Hospital...

Miguel stared mindlessly at the television hanging in the corner of his dimly lit hospital room. His phone was propped up at his side, a picture of Mari and Gabi smiling brightly displayed on the slightly cracked screen. His lips twitched a little as a familiar bald-headed boy and his friends sat around a table and passed out their unusual Thanksgiving meal. He shifted his gaze when a few gentle knocks came from the door.

“Mr. O’Hara? Your brother’s here to see you,” a nurse called. Miguel glanced back over to the television without saying a word. His brother, Gabe, strolled into the room with a brown bag in hand. Miguel kept his eyes trained on the cartoon as the shorter man sat in the chair nearby.

“Hey,” Gabe said as he adjusted himself in the plush chair. Miguel remained silent as he traced his finger along the thin blanket draped over his legs. His younger brother cleared his throat as he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a Styrofoam container. "Figured you'd want something more close to home," he said with a nervous smile. Miguel remained still as Gabe popped open the container, revealing a row of fresh, steaming empanadas.

“We would watch this every year,” Miguel suddenly muttered. Gabe paused as he pulled out a plastic fork. The older brother sighed, his eyes quickly becoming glossy as a lump swelled in his throat. “Gabi loved these cartoons. Her favorite was the Christmas one, though,” he choked. Gabe hesitantly rested his hand over his older brother's, his own eyes a little glassy as he frowned.

“Lo siento, hermano," Miguel sighed as he wiped his eyes [I'm sorry, brother]. Gabe shook his head.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Miguel," he said. The large man in the hospital bed sighed.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” he murmured bitterly. Gabe remained quiet as Miguel took the box into his large hands and examined one of the golden empanadas with his dry, cracked hands. He sighed as tears poured down his sharp cheeks. "It's my fault," Miguel muttered. Gabe straightened in his seat.

"Miguel," he began. The older brother scowled as he dropped the food back into the bin, his chest feeling unbearably tight.

"I-I should've driven the car that day. I should've spent more time with Gabi. I should've...should've..." his voice trailed off as his entire body trembled. Gabe hesitantly placed a hand on his brother's back. Miguel sobbed and gulped for air, old wounds starting to resurface and tear his heart to shreds vein by vein, muscle by muscle.

"No es tu culpa, hermano," the younger man said [It's not your fault, brother]. Miguel snapped his head up, his eyes lit with conflicting emotions that seeping out of every pore.

"¡No lo sabes!" he suddenly shouted [You don't know!]. Gabe frowned as he let his hand fall back into his lap. Miguel sniffed and gripped at his dark locks. "You don't know..." he heaved. The TV continued to play in the background as Miguel felt himself falling apart and pulling himself back together over and over again. "That day, when the police called..." he took a deep breath as he felt his phone fall against his hip. "It was snowing. I just finished grading some modules even though I told Mari I would...I would be out early," Miguel said with a broken frown. The cartoon shut off before a new program flickered onto the TV screen.

"She was coming to pick me up. And I waited and waited until I saw those red and blue lights," he clenched his fists at his sides as he felt his jaw nearly shatter. "Why didn't I just leave when I said I would?!" he yelled and smashed his fist against the mattress. A nurse came rushing to the door before being quietly shooed away by Gabe. The younger brother slowly turned back to the man weeping in his bed. He laid a hand on his broad shoulder, making Miguel tense.

"Hermano...there's no possible way you could've known," he said in a slightly shaky voice. Miguel slowly tilted his head up to see his brother's big, brown eyes glazed over with tears. Gabe sniffed as he squeezed his brother's shoulder.

"You lost your wife and child. I lost a sister-in-law and niece," he muttered as a tear fell down his cheek. Miguel parted his lips and furrowed his thick brows. "What I'm trying to say is everyone in our family lost someone that day," Gabe stated in a more firm tone. Miguel released a shaky breath as he gripped his blanket. "You're not alone in this, Miguel. You never were," Gabe said. Miguel's mind was swimming as a dull haze settling over the landscape of his consciousness. He could feel his body and mind sink lower and lower in the dark waters of an unbearable pain.

He never knew emptiness could feel so heavy.

"Miguel? Miguel?" Gabe's voice faded back in. Miguel opened his eyes as he grunted. His younger brother sighed.

"Are you okay?" Gabe asked, his face slightly paler than before. Miguel's lips fell into a straight line before a small croak left his throat. He couldn't stop the tears from falling even if he tried. His violent sobs reverberated inside the small, dull hospital room as he constantly wiped at his eyes. Gabe patted his brother's shoulder before slowly pulling him into an embrace.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Miguel choked. Gabe nodded as he rubbed Miguel's upper back.

"Lo sé, hermano. Lo sé," the younger man replied [I know, brother. I know]. Miguel soaked his sibling's coat with his thick tears as memories of the past year rushed through his mind.

Eating Thanksgiving dinner by himself in the silent space of his kitchen. Waking up to a cold, empty spot in his bed where Mari used to be curled up at his side. Driving past Gabi's school every day, his heart growing heavier each time he laid eyes on the brake lights of the drop-off line. All of them flooded his mind like a violent tidal wave.

"Por favor, perdóname," he murmured like a broken record [I'm sorry, forgive me]. Gabe only nodded as Miguel shivered.

Even in the midst of the chaos that tore him from the inside out, your face slowly came to Miguel's mind. He gripped his hands against Gabe's coat as the sharp blade of guilt pierced his heart. He blinked away a few tears before his face slowly hardened. Despite how much pain he was in, he realized that he at least still had a chance.

A chance to set things right with you.

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[pringledraws]

@rainbowdoggieunicorn

Hello, it's me. Mr. Horror or you can call me Pringle. We talked very briefly on a YouTube short. I just want to say fuck you. Nah I am not sugar coating this or being professional, realize that you are an awful person, proshiping or make NSFW art of a real man. YES MARTIN GREYWHINDER IS A REAL GUY AND HIS NAME IS BATTINGTON. YOU ARE DISGUSTING. Oh I know it's not just you, I could name others but you particular, you like some weird specimen. It's more disappointing that you are 26 years old and making this type of stuff, "Oh but it took it down and the draws just for me." YOUR STILL MAKING ART OF A REAL MAN AND YOU STILL POSTED ART AFTER YOU WERE CALLED OUT FOR IT. NOT TO MENTION YOU STALKED ONE OF MY FRIENDS FOR 7 MONTHS WITH YOUR LITTLE GOONIES. EVEN IF YOU HAD BAD MENTAL HEALTH, YOUR ACTIONS STILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES AND YOU KNEW THESE WERE BAD BUT YOU KEPT POSTING AND PLAYING THE VICTIM WHILE YOU STALKED A TEENAGER WHILE YOUR 20 SOMETHING YEARS OLD.

You are a great disappointment coming from a child that 10 years younger than you but I have common fuckin sense not to post these nasty things. I know you're jealous of one of my friends, how successful they are with the creator of Harmony & Horror while he blocked your ass, that shows how much of a terrible person you are. Not to mention how much you are disliked by the harmony & horror fandom, even before you made your fan art people have a bad vibe from you, they knew your trouble before you even became a disgusting human being. Oh my evidence? Here.

REMEMBER WHEN YOU PROSHIP. YOU'RE MAKING A CHARACTER RELIVE THE SAME TRAUMA AS YOU, HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT HELP YOU COPE? YOU'LL BE JUST AS BAD AS THE ABUSER.

GO AHEAD TRY TO BAN MY ACCOUNT FOR BULLYING BUT YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN YOUR DISGUSTING AND I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE.

[the-carnival-rabbit]

Welcome to the blog of Carnival Jax!

We found this feral Ai just wandering about and mauling random pedestrians who decided it was a bright idea to try and grab at him! Instead of just returning this beast to his ai, we decided ti give him this here blog!

You can sent him asks asking about his life and where he's from, but don't expect him to be very fluent with his words or to spill any secrets!

WARNING

This blog will likely contain mentions of drugs, alcohol, alongside heavier topics like mental breakdown, panic attacks, ect. Sexual topics may be touched upon, but Suicidal topics will be kept to a minimum if it can be helped.

Be aware that both the character and the person behind this blog are adults, so for fucks sake don't send me sexual shit if you're a minor.

Roleplaying!

"This is the sort of text that will appear when Jax is talking"

*When Jax is doing an action, it will appear like this*

(And this is how I as the mod will speak with someone. I will appear from time to time, so heya)

ANON GUIDELINES!

After some rather nasty anonymous asks (you know who you are, and I hope you feel the sensation of a single hair being in your mouth at all times) I feel the need to set up anon guidelines, so here they are!

• No harm directed towards any of the baby bunnies. I really shouldn't have to even say this, but here we are!

• No overly violent, psychologically, or verbally abusive asks directed towards Carnival OR the mod. While I haven't gotten any directed towards me yet, I'm not leaving that open for a loophole.

Does this mean that you can't send angst asks or anything? No. You can still send them, and they will still be answered, but it's not hard to find the line in the sand I'm drawing with this cause most of you know what would cross that line.

• No hard-core or over the top gore. This one is pretty self-explanatory.

• Some amount of Sexuality in an ask is ok, but nothing too overly exaggerated or non-consensual. Like the second bullet point, most of you know what would cross that line in the sand.

To clarify, no, this is in no regard to if you're in the LGBTQ+ community. This is in entire regard to sexual topics as a whole, I just had no idea how to word it.

• This is a giving sort of one. If you don't feel like you can send the ask out of anon without being blocked, then don't send it.

Failure to follow these guidelines will result in the anon being blocked, and if it gets to be too excessive, there is a possibility I will turn off anonymous asking for a day!

I do not want to turn off anonymous asking due to how unfair it is for the people following this blog who just don't feel comfortable coming out from it, however I do know that sometimes there is no other choice for it.

Extras!

I have one other blog run by me @patchwork-the-fox, so go check it out if you want. That's where Mari's reference sheet is, but I'll probably post it here at some point.

The Carnival Au is something created by Sm-Baby, so go check them out too while you're at it.

For this blog, Carnival is 7 ft 6.

If there is a poll going on, you can find it by searching either "poll" or "choose carefully"

[bangtannism]

this space is filled with jm solos and people who give too much thought to jm solo narratives

which is why i'm confused that jk biased jkkers (as that anon said even ones that are critical and weird towards jimin) were also upset with the way jk was acting. if it was just jm biased jkkers and solos, i could see it as people using jk for a ship and not liking/supporting him if he steps out of that "perfect boyfriend" and "jm's caretaker" narrative that isn't true or at least isn't ALL he is, but JK BIASED twisting his intentions and actions? that's just crazy....

idk if it's people now seeing jikook (and more so jk) outside of edits and fics or just taekook interacting, but it needs to stop before people become even worse jk (and tae/taekook) antis

i'd love to look at the jikook tag after a ays episode without being made to feel like i'm insane or "supporting bullying and abuse" 😭

there's a few things going on here.

like i mentioned, jm solo narratives permeate this part of fandom. it sucks, but it is what it is, and unfortunately these people tend to flock together, creating an echo chamber that can look to those outside of it as a popular opinion or consensus. the infantilizing of jm is not only maddening, but deeply disrespectful, and if these people really loved him, they wouldn't be doing it.

people are far too impressionable. this goes hand in hand with the first point, but people are swayed extremely easily and the more they see the same sort of opinion, the more they convince themself that the opinion is right. when ays episode 1 first dropped, the first few hours were peaceful and it was clear that the majority of people came away with a positive feeling. once a couple of negative opinions got posted, people started to latch onto that negativity, letting other people's feelings tarnish their experience, and soon it was all over the tag. jk was being weird, distant, uncaring, mean, etc.

the seedier people in this fandom feel vindicated whenever someone says some nasty opinion about a member/ship they dislike and it prompts them to get louder. think about how much more outspoken bigots get when they think they're around like minded people. every single time a shitty take gets posted, be that an original post or an anon message, more people feel that it's okay to also be shitty. this happened bad when tae was announced to be joining jkk in jeju. the tae antis were suddenly all over the damn tag like cockroaches. 🥾🪳

i do think there is a lot of people who are being forced to contend with the fact that jkk are not story book characters living a sacharrine sweet perfect fantasy life where all they do is cuddle and sing each other's praises. sorry to break it to these people (i'm not), but jm and jk are very real people who are a lot more complex than that. they are going to tease and joke and complain and argue and all the rest of the stuff that every other person does. they are also not going to be in the same mood 24/7 and that too is going to affect how they behave and interact. there is nothing concerning about how jkk (or vmk) have interacted on ays so far, let alone something that constitutes the label of abuse. that accusation actually pissed me off beyond belief, because abuse isn't a fucking term to throw around over someone being jokingly sprayed with water.

my best advice to anyone at this point is to use that block button freely and curate a good fandom space for yourself and others. and also just to remember that vmk love each other dearly and no amount of sad internet hate is going to change their reality.

[rosieblogstuff]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 😲 in my main AO3 account. 2 others in my older account = 46!

I didn't realize I had that many things!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

270,883

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All 44 of those works in my main AO3 are MacGyver 2016. One is a crossover with The Rookie. The other two at Star Trek TOS and Star Wars fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Table + Flashlight + IEDs

Mac + (Wilderness + Training + Survival) + Jack

Lost Causes

Lake + Stick + Fever

4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I often respond to a chapter's comments when I post the next chapter of a longfic. And sometimes I just space on it and respond a year later when I notice I failed to respond.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh definitely my X-ray + Penny flashfic, Bad Penny. Most of the comments are variations on HOW DARE YOU!!!

There are a couple other flashfics with pretty ambiguous endings, too.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a hard one. Most of my fics have a happy or at least comforty ending. Maybe... uhh.... Electricity + Combustion ? which I literally labeled "whump with a fluffy ending". I also have two Jack Lives fics so that's always a happy situation at the end...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't. A few weird comments but I mostly scratch my head and ignore them. Anybody who hates on my fics will be getting a very long and nasty reply, followed by their comment being deleted.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, no smutty fanfics here. I did have a romance I posted for another fandom awhile back (and never finished), and I've written fade-to-black stuff in my orig fic novels.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Just one! My Macgyver 2016+The Rookie cops-vs-spies crossover, in which some LAPD officers keep coming across a black GTO involved in shenangains around LA: 4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did

It's probably the funniest thing I've ever written, and the ending is one of my very favorites. Also possibly the only gen fic ever posted in The Rookie fandom, although I don't look over there much.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Somebody stole all my completed fics from FF.net last year. There was a big Tumblr post about some site full of stolen fics, and sure enough, there mine were. I asked to have them remove, got not reply. I haven't posted anything to FF.net since then.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but not for a long time. I used to frequently co-write fics in my first fandom.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm going to go with Washington State Ferry M/V Wenatchee. Who doesn't love a good ferry boat? It's an irconic style, fun if you're walking on, handy if you need to drive on, saves you hours of driving around Puget Sound by land. Also just a very nice-looking ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ugh, wow. I have a couple dozen things I kinda like but might never finish. My favorite, and least likely because I've made the least progress on it, is a MacGyver fic about Patti having plotted out her revenge better, and tring to fuck over the team by having listed Jack as her replacement... which of course gives him access to high-level secrets like Oversight's identity. Much drama ensues.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ramping a story up. Characters. Make a story fully story-shaped.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. 😫

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmmm I don't think I've ever needed to. Like most things in writing, I'm not against it in theory, but it can be done well or badly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Anne McCaffrey's Pern, back in the paper fanzine days. Prior to joining AO3 in like 2019, I had 0 fanfics posted on the internet but a few in zines listed on Ebay. 😂

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is IMPOSSIBLE to answer. I could answer it differently every day for the next couple weeks. Anything I already mentions plus a couple more!

[diviinaee]

Fredrick/Bright Eyes [redactedasmr]

cws : aggressive language/screaming, self harm tendencies, hysterical crying, hurt/no comfort, ambiguous ending, based on this post I made a while back!

description : Bright has never known peace. For a long time, they had come to the conclusion that they were fated to be alone forever. Frederick, Sam, Darlin, the rest of the clan, they were not planned. They were getting in the way of Bright's plan of loneliness.

a/n : oh yall wanna know where i pulled this one from? I pulled this one from the 7 HRS OF CRYING THAT I HAD TODAY DUE TO MY DOCTOR NOT GIVING ME THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF MEDS AND MAKING ME SKIP A WHOLE DAY OF MY MEDICATION. so yea my bipolar and ocd went a lil coocoo. but. what better way to vent all that out than to dump it on a fictional character! 😻🫶🏽

enjoyy 💗

The sun is bright. So is the moon. And the stars. And the dull lights that line the streets outside.

But their eyes? Bright would disagree.

Freddie had given them that name when they were younger and naive. That point in time where they looked in the eye of abuse and mistook it for love. Those moments where words of hatred seemed easy to twist into words of love.

Then, they would say that their eyes were probably bright. Bright with the most gullible light that ever shone, sure.

Currently, the only shine in their eyes came from the blinking light that shone ontop of their bathroom mirror. Bright laid in the bathtub, arms red from the scratching that their nails did a second ago. Peeled skin on their fingers glowed beneathed their long, chipped nails that were bitten off the day before.

It had been a week since they last fed. Call them selfish or whatever, but a part of Bright wished a gentle presence would come feed them like a baby.

They wished they could find a presence that resembled a mother, breastfeeding her baby as she cood the wonders of the world, wondering if the tiny human could understand her.

But alas, the only touch they felt now was the cold touch of their bathtub.

"Bright?..."

Their eyes shot from the dull place on the peeling wall to the door where their maker hid behind. Bright Eyes felt his uneasiness and decided to stay quiet. Increasing his anxiety wasn't a favorite passtime of theirs anymore because it consequently involved increasing Sam's.

Ugh. That old geezer-

"Bright... I know you're in there."

"Then you also know I don't feel like talking."

They hear him sigh, "Bright, please. Just come out-"

Bright zoomed their way to the door and shoved it open. "What."

They watched Freddie's eyes widen at their state. Last they checked, which was like 20 minutes ago when they looked in the mirror before punching it, they had deep bags under their bloodshot eyes, smudged tears on their cheeks, and their messy hair pointed in every direction. So the look on his face was not at all surprising.

Bright scoffed and pushed their way past Fred and walked towards the front door. Fredrick blocked their way. Strike one.

Bright slowly turned to him, eyes full of defiance. They said nothing as they glared at him, eyes speaking more than their voice ever could in a situation like this. Fredrick stared back with worry and kindness.

"Go away." Bright was clearly annoyed at this point. They watched as Fredrick turned to glance dow the hallway. For a second, Bright thought he accepted defeat. That was until they felt a rising, angry magical core wave off in theirs.

Sam.

Fuck.

Bright Eyes shoved Fredrick out the way and let out a laugh as Sam came into view. They walked down the hallway with nothing to lose as they spit out, "What. What do you guys want?"

For the first time, Sam didn't reply back with an insult.

"Bright. We wanna help you. We realize-"

That made them cackle. What gave him the right to say they needed help? The same man who gave them nasty glares and hurtful lectures. "Oh please," they scoffed, "why in hell would I need help from you."

Sam's mouth twitched yet he didn't speak, instead look to Fredrick and his pained expression. Bright looked back at Fred with confusion as he finally broke.

"Bright.... I found the bottles of beer in your trash. And the broken ones-" Covered in blood.

Slap!

Bright could hear Sam scream and zoomed towards them and grabbed a hold of their arm. "Hey, HEY," he shouted, "calm your ass down and-"

"WHY THE HELL WERE YOU IN MY TRASH FREDRICK! WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE!"

Bright felt Sam push them back away from Fred and closer to their room. They clawed at his arms as he pushed and pushed until finally they fell onto their floor and they heard the door slam shut.

They picked themselves up and threw themselves to the door, ready to rip open, but the door knob didn't budge. It locks from the outside?, they questioned. Why the hell would a door-

They suddenly remembered how exactly William designed all the houses on his properties. Locks on the outside to stop newborns from entwring the world if they're too violent. Great.

They scowled as they still attempted to rip the door open. "Let. ME. OUT!" Bright shook the door violently and banged their fists against it. Tears started to escape them from the emotions they felt.

They felt like a little kid, angry at their parents. Bright remembered a time where their parents were arguing and they banged on the door, begging them to stop. And now years later, here they were. Banging on a door and screaming to an adult figure.

"SAM. LET ME OUT."

"We can't do that Bright." Fredrick.

Bright laughed through their tears, "Freddy, you're just gonna let him do this to me?" They pressed their forehead against the door as they laughed. "So STUPID."

They had no idea what was going on outside their door, but from the silence, they could imagine the fear in both Sam and Fredrick's eyes.

They banged on the door again. "LET ME OUT!"

After a few minutes of constant screaming, banging, and kicking against the door, they finally felt a dam burst. Full, loud, painful sobs erupted from within them, the sorrow and grief bubbling up to the surface. Bright was never one to ever show what they felt. They felt safest to protect themselves behind the mask of not caring. But now, it felt like years of unattended suffering finally erupted within them. The ticking of the time bomb was up.

"I hate you so much," Bright cried. "I hate you b-" Their mouth stopped by itself. Stupid Maker-Progeny bond, they thought.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE. I JUST-"

Bright paused between their cries. They didn't know what they want. Sam to stop seeing them as a bad guy. Fredrick to see how bad they are. Their life. Their happiness.

What did Bright want?

They finally stopped talking and fully sunk into themselves and kept loudly sobbing against the door. They never heard anything outside, too distorted by their own body and the way their core boomed with grief.

A vampire will always have amplified abilities. And unfortunately for Bright, that meant amplified emotions.

aw how cute.

bright is. scarily relatable.

#bringfredrickandbrightbsck2023

toodles 😻🫶🏽🩷

[amymbona]

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ blog rules

　 ҉ this is a personal blog, consisting not only of me writing fanfiction but mainly sharing my thoughts and experience

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　 ҉ I am also no celebrity nor a superhuman and never claimed to be, so feel free to just chat with me, I promise I'm a friendly girl :)

　 ҉ if you don't like something about me or my writings, I really don't care - you can unfollow this blog anytime, no one is holding you here - constructive critism is welcome, though, there is always a way to improve

　 ҉ don't be rude for no reason, even if there's something you don't like, it's a basic human act of kindness to remain respectful

　 ҉ it's not really comfortable for me to compare reader's size/weight/skin colour or any particular physical trait with the characters - unless it's a direct topic of the post (fairy!au, angel and devil!au, mermaid!au etc...), reader will simply remain reader and you're free to imagine her however you want

　 ҉ no porn links in the asks, I really don't like it

topics I won't write !

　 ҉ anything that includes any form of abuse, non-consent or cnc - I have no issues with angsty or high tension situations, but once there is an unclear sign of consent (or its complete lack), I'm uncomfortable with it

　 ҉ nasty and disgusting stuff (piss kink and all the other smelly fluids and excrements)

　 ҉ inflicted violence - aside from mentions of spanking during the dirty or battle scenes in some corresponding aus

　 ҉ incest or stepcest

　 ҉ unfair/serious power play situations - any non-consentual limitations of reader's free will/freedom or blackmailing or abusive situations are weird to me

　 ҉ same goes to reader being reduced to a thoughtless bimbo - I want to write about people who are aware of their own identity and aren't just a body to fuck

　 ҉ at the moment, I am feeling pretty uncomfortable about smut - please, respect that while sending asks

Please keep in mind that this list might get updated, depending on how my preferences change :)

[queen-erika-the-songful]

barbie 1, 3, 6, 7

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

1.the character everyone gets wrong

I've said it a million times but Princess Tori & Keira. Still always reduced to "spoiled brats" and I cannot fucking stand it. Like actually watch the damn movie before you open your mouth. But apparently that's too hard for some people.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

That Rapunzel/Tangled comparison post that got screenshotted and passed around because "Oh look at this dummy of COURSE the movies are similar they're based on the same fairytale!!!" Long story short that's such a fucking stupid take because OP was clearly talking about the fact that Rapunzel and Tangled both gave their protagonists a knack for painting, WHICH IS NOT IN THE GRIMM STORY and maybe some visual similarities from both of the girls. But instead of using their damn brain that one person just screamed their head off about being based on the same story. I could actually talk about more things relating to that topic but I'll save it for its own post.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

I'd say Anneliese x Preminger, Blair x Delancy, and Blair x Miss Privet shippers because they have the audacity to exist.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Raquelle from Fashion Fairytale/Fairy Secret. Everyone ignores just how goddamn nasty and vile she acts toward Barbie for most of their time together. I've talked about it in length before, specifically in regards to the context of FS. Raquelle is the one that started their rivalry & made assumptions about Barbie, constantly snipes at her, and routinely harasses her and her boyfriend. Yes in the end Barbie forgives her, but like she is so downright MEAN and some fans just wave it away because "oh well she gets character development later". And yeah I agree it's decent enough but like at least recognize that she was pretty bitchy before instead of just saying "iconic queen".

[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/756735221115879424/theyre-in-complete-meltdown-she-posted

“Tim should be embarrassed by that interview. How immature to call out your audience because we rightly told you that you weren't giving us what we wanted”

This has to be a child or something because there’s no way a grown 50 plus year old adult really just said how dare the show runner call us out for being nasty because we didn’t get what we wanted 💀💀💀💀💀

That’s called *life* and we don’t always get what we want 🙃 not to mention neither Tim nor the show ever said what they want is what was happening. If they have an issue with not getting what they want/expected then they need to take it up with Lou himself since he’s the one who promised it 🙃🙃🙃

You know, the funny thing to me is that I am usually in the boat with the ship that doesn't stand a chance, so like, I understand the frustration to some degree, like, I was a team Jacob teen watching Jacob go from being described as the Bella's personal sun to whatever Stephanie did with his character, and somehow at age 12 lost in twilight forums I was lying about my age to be in, I was having more productive discussions. You can still send me into a state of rage like I'm some dnd barbarian just by mentioning the 100 season 7 episode 13, even more if you add in the way the actors talked about how the storyline was completely changed from what they were told. Was I threatening to commit arson from the safety of this blog? Probably, if you scroll far enough you might find it. But I wasn't out there fighting actor and crew and journalists and actor's parents. To somehow act like they have some sort of right over the story and that it needs to serve their version of it when the show was extremely clear about where it was going and they were getting played by an actor who took a chance to manipulate a following it's nuts. Frustration is part of fandom. Nothing is ever gonna go exactly the way you want it to with any piece of media. How childish do you have to be to act entitled to an ending just because you want it and paid some random dude with no creative power to tell it was gonna go that way? Tim never promised them anything. And he doesn't have to cather to any of us. “we rightly told you that you weren't giving us what we wanted” what makes anyone think they have any rights to someone elses story? We're all just along for the ride in Tim's sandbox of madness. We have rights to nothing. But Tim on the other hand can do whatever the fuck he wants and that man is making it clear he is not happy. Fans can be mad all they want, but the way they are acting like 911 is somehow a story on choices they can use diamonds to get the ending they want is honestly wild.

[dlartistanon]

I have to be honest, after everything I heard I went into Lone Trail anticipating Muelsyse character assassination-- nay, *annihilation*, for the sake of Doctor-sexual fanservice and I was ready to be disappointed. But having finished reading Lone Trail myself now... What? Her homescreen lines are utter horseshit, I completely agree, but her actual character writing in Lone Trail fits that really good analysis post by meeblo so accurately that I can't believe meeblo didn't read LT before writing

"The more I think about Lone Trail the less I like how they executed the story."

So, let me preface this with with preemptive TL;DR: If you are a fan of Silence as a character, you probably really enjoy Lone Trail.

If you are a fan of any other character, especially Muelsyse, and ESPECIALLY if you don't like or don't care for self-insert pandering, you're likely disappointed and/or frustrated with Lone Trail. I am the latter.

Let me just copypaste what my friend has to say (plus my own replies and commentary) since they can articulate the feeling better than I can:

I'm sorry. I just can't imagine a world where Saria, who means so much to Muelsyse, is nearly assassinated and in awful shape, and *she knows that* and is like "wassup doctor, heard Saria's in trouble but lets hang out"

Me: Exactly. This does not make sense with what we know of their relationship. Especially since she's later worried sick/almost breaks down at the thought of losing Saria for real

I'm just going through the story and so much of it doesn't make sense to me. And it's (I'm not done but getting there) just *so depressing* how much of the event is eaten up with kind of pointless/uninteresting doctor babysitting? She should be front & center in all of this. There's so much to work with and play with but so much of it does not make *any sense*. Muelsyse did not need to be hobbled by this. Hell, so far as I've read, Doctor didn't need to be there or could have done it on their own. Fucking frustrating.

Me: I'm not that familiar with Guide Ahead, but I can't help but imagine how much better/more concise Lone Trail could've been had they handled Samuelsten in a similar way to GA's central trio. Don't shove Muelsyse to the side, make her an active agent in the story, with the people who matter to her

I mean I’ve made it to CW-7 and as someone who’s in the middle of all of this (often by design) I’m puzzled that she’s one of the least interesting parts of the event? Kristen, HoHo, Nasti, Jara are great. We know why it matters to her but she’s on the fringes the entire time. This should have been done like guide ahead but guide ahead was much better and leaner by virtue of not needing to dedicate half the fucking event to talk about how great and interesting the doctor is. There’s no reason doctor couldn’t have been with Kal’tsit the entire time. That would actually make sense. But nope.

"It's Saria you want to see, It's Kristen who you're looking for" but why don't we just stick you with Doctor the entire fucking event and you can act like you're just on a little adventure. Cannot believe I have to rely on the furniture to give what the event should have.

This might be a controversial take, but I wish all this giant lore dump with Doctor, Priestess and Kal'tsit had been relegated to another vignette or main chapter with just mentions of Kirsten/Kristen and Rhine Lab. It's taking up much too much of Rhine Lab's event. Instead of *way too many flashbacks* with Doctor/Kal'tsit/ whoever, we could have had this building up Saria/ Kirsten/Muelsyse with their past instead of the one 3 second glimpse we got. I am so mad at this stupid fucking decision. Rhine Lab Event: featuring Rhine Lab as glorified cameos

Reply: Yeah its so annoying. It takes up sooo much god damn space and for what? And for what ? It doesn’t belong. I swear to god i wish we focused on, idk, the main relationship between saria and kirsten (and mumu but my faith is lost) instead of kirsten only showing up at the very end

Yeah, I'm sure glad FERDINAND got the most screen time out of all Rhine Lab. Just *what*. But the lore dump, while *fine* is just fucking egregious and does not belong here. This could have been referenced elsewhere and they could have fleshed out everyone else.

I have finished Lone Trail! Cumulatively, I love about two chapters worth of it! I definitely had high expectations but even if I'd had mediocre expectations I would have been let down. Not enough of the Rhine Lab founders, needless lore dump that could have gone elsewhere. It felt fragmented and like a hodge podge of things. Saria, Muelsyse and Kirsten felt like cameos in the entire event. And I'm sure the intention of this was to elevate just how goddamn special the doctor is, but the way it was written, it felt like no one at Rhine Lab gives a single solitary fuck about Muelsyse in any real capacity. These are the people she's had and adores. Yes, her loneliness was a sort of focus of the event, but the way it plays out does make it feel like "yeah, you're right to be lonely. Thank god for doctor!"

So much of my irritation is not only was she reduced to a love interest for Doctor, treated poorly by everyone at RL, she had zero agency in the whole event. She really was just floating passively for the most part. Muelsyse in Lone Trail: 1. Looks for Kirsten/ doesn't find Kirsten/ abandoned & not said goodbye to by Kirsten. 2. Looks for Saria (eventually) stopped by Saria. Saves Saria, doesn't talk to her again/ is not acknowledged by Saria. 3. Nasti tells her she's a crybaby & to get lost I mean, it really is no wonder she wanted to off herself. She built Rhine Lab with them from the beginning and this is how the event chooses for all these people to treat her? It's unbelievable.

Me: All that to make Doctor look better in comparison, right? It's jarring bc it's such a far cry from the brief concern Saria showed towards her in DV and doesn't even follow up with her claim to want to save Muelsyse in LT. Where's the consistency? She remembers that Mumu is fragile, but we don't even get a scene or mention of checking up on her after crashing back down to earth?

At least in Kristen's case, she remembered Muelsyse exists afterwards with the plantlife onboard, but it's not even presented as wrong or a character flaw how Saria ignores Muelsyse in the end, even though she literally saved her life. Just... nothing. This is the defender who protects others? The one that she fell for?

Yeah “when you’re emotional you forget that you’re fragile” & okay this is a devastating day for her so fuck her very much! No need to check on how she’s doing losing a long time friend and colleague, how she was in a thing that literally crashed but she saved *her*. And this isn’t even about Samuels in particular! This is how she was treated by the people with an established history that matter to her. Obviously the game is pandering, but given how literally everyone in the game, from the actions she can see, treats her like she is disposable trash. It’s no fucking wonder she’d be like “oh wow doctor!” Because at least they treat her like a human being who has feelings and who hurts? The fact that Saria doesn’t even reach out, that she has treated her like a stranger for the most part doesn’t track. Why did they make Muelsyse the “hero/ star” of the event banner? She’s forgotten and mistreated by everyone, gets almost zero game content, her file and voice lines are a mess and she doesn’t influence the story in any way at all. This event as a Rhine Lab story was trash.

Me: It felt so much more like a "Silence" story with Rhine Lab as window dressing. They clearly didn't have any editors around because how can you SAY that these people matter to Muelsyse but then not PROVE it? The lack of care, the disrespect towards her and other characters in relation to her is just astonishing

I like Silence a lot but wtf was she leading this? The whole thing is the conflict with Sarsten w/ Muelsyse in the middle. She got a new outfit, talked to Parvis, rehashed a conversation w Saria for the 10th time? This should have been all Muelsyse / Saria/ Kirsten but they barely existed in the event. And who the fuck polled whoever else to decide that Ferdinand and the creep Josh should get the rest of the time!Why so much build up with Jara / her closeness to Kirsten to not have any interaction with them? WTF were they doing.

I could probably write an essay about all the things I felt didn't work as a Rhine Lab event. This might have worked better as a vignette just to keep it tidy. But I think the other thing for me is that… hrm this event almost assumes that all you've seen of Silence is the manhua and thus wow! Growth! She loses the glasses and gets a new style to show that off. But the Silence of this event is the Silence we've had in the game since day one. The one in Mansfield and in Dorothy's Vision who is kind of certain about what is wrong and what is right and will stand up for that. So to me there wasn't any growth there. Because we'd already seen that growth/ that was the person we've known since the start of the game. A lot of this event kind of relies on… either not having read the manhua or exclusively having read the manhua. Because if not for the manhua you don't know/ understand why there's that Kirsten/Saria divide and how much it means. It's all very weird.

And kind of to add to my little rant… DV and the manhua allude to Muelsyse being extremely close to Kirsten and being her sidekick. But in neither the manhua or any of the events do we see any of that. Instead we get Nasti (who I like a lot) in that role and--- I just don't get it. You'll be less disappointed if you don't read the manhua. lol A ton of Muelsyse's character development and her relationship with Saria is highlighted there and this event just kind of decides to burn all of that to the ground. But if you want to see why the final chapter matters/ is special/ yes, read it.

Me: Nasti's in the role bc we had to have our self-insert fix with the hot new playable op :/

yeah. with the same motivations. but all of that should have rightfully been hers I really do think they just gave Muelsyse's role to Nasti And the cherry on top of all of it was at the end when Muelsyse is like "Huh did the three of us actually dance together or did I make all of that up?" I just can't with that final slap in the face to Muelsyse and all of them. Like her talk about loneliness is fine and well done and the little history but so much left a lot of questions.

Me: yeah… it's just. wow. there were nuggets and seeds planted that had potential, but they didn't bother to actually cultivate and develop those relationships and dynamics at which point why even include them at all

Yeah, I’ll include that in my rant, but my last point on that end is Saria’s “I would do it over again” doesn’t make sense if you haven’t read the manhua— and just doesn’t jive with what is presented in the events with her that is much more clinical. And I’ve said this about multiple things— but a story should be able to stand on its own without having needed to read a manhua for additional context— and especially when having read the manhua you’re left with ??????