#(gone wrong)

[theartingace]

By lamp and moonlight we saw them, but what we saw wasn't quite what should be

[scherzokinn]

100% REAL NOT CLICKGAGH (GONE WRONG) (GONE DISHONORABLE)

[azulfanhere]

made my bff rate twst characters gone wrong

savanaclaw and octavinella edition

last part since shes fed up with me

She doesnt like furries btw

Tag list - @techno-danger

((SORRY IF I DO MORE SHE WILL BE SO FED UP WITH ME SO THIS IS THE LAST PART))

[little-noko]

Stupid doodle is stupid. But I had to X'D I imagine she panicked when he started talking and she just smacked the bouquet right into his face X'D Art & Emyl(c) @little-noko Trave(c) @tatatale

[sockkllyy]

woopsie—😬

[itsmybirthdaythough]

MORE DIRK STRIDER MOODBOARDDDD

Art by @bloobydabloob

Guys i just found a small army of cockroaches i actually cannot stand europe i’m so done. I want a burger. I want air conditioning. I’ve been cutting those motherfuckers in half for the past hour and they keep showing up. An endless march of roaches have been scattering towards me, a brigade follows me throughout the house. My polish descent may have cursed this poor german home, is this my ancestors fighting back against my actions ? Are the roaches fractured mirrors of my past, marching back to haunt my physical environment ? Anyways i’m so fucking sick of those bugs. Even when vivisected they still move, and i’m worried in each buggy, roach-esque dying breath, the wounded soldier whispers a terminal request to wreck havoc on my life. Can peace be found, or is it created ? Need to bugspray my room

[pim-p1mling]

fun pranks in the office!

[ericvelseb666]

...Uhh what happened...?

[ayupimqueen]

Toughts on Red dead redemption 2 so far as someone who is playing it for the first time with really few spoilers pt.3

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Lmao and thers the Tahiti joke WAIT HOW THE FUCK DID I ENDED UP IN CUBA????

IT WENT FROM 0 TO 10 TOO QUICKLY

ALL LF MU FAVOURITES ARE GONEEEE

LENNY AND HOSEA GOT KILLED 😭😭😭😭

JOHN IS ARRESTED CHARLES SACRIFICED HIMSELF AND JAVIER GOT ARRESTED IN CUBA

I DONT KNOW WHERE SADIE IS 😭😭

ALSO KIERAN MAAAAN 😭😭😭😭

AND HOW DUTCH JUST SAID HOSEA THE FREAKING PINKERTONS KILLED HIS HUSBAND 😭😭😭

I CANT I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMORE 😭😭😭😭😭

AND THAT COCKROACH NAMED MICAH IS SOMEHOW STILL ALIVE AAAAAGH

[whumpster-dumpster]

Imagine if the team prankster pulls a prank on Whumpee except - Whoops! Accidentally triggered Whumpee's trauma! (whether its an accident or not is up to you)

One of my favorite things!

[shesunety]

Guys, I have done the unthinkable!

I am nervous and I have no clue what to say! It's urgent help!

I panicked too hard, hence he got thrown into lava. :(

[sunnynwanda]

Blind or blinded: Part 2

Part 1

It was not a date. Not in the conventional sense, at least. Rather, a business meeting. 

They decided to get a coffee to avoid suspicions. After all, two adults sitting in a book cafè without any coffee or books would look weird, right? So, while Hero ordered their coffees, Villain browsed the bookshelves, picking a random book for them to have on the table.

After their disaster of a blind date, they spent two hours each lecturing Anita on the horrible mistake she had made by setting them up. She apologised, of course. Even though the knowing smile never left her eyes. 

They met two days later to discuss the results of the ‘educational work’ only to conclude that their friend didn’t seem sorry, not in the slightest. Both knew they had to retaliate in some way as punishment. This led to the third meeting, in which they designed a plan and the fourth, in which they might have celebrated the successful implementation of said plan. 

The fifth time they had come across each other was more of an accident. One that ended up with them on a rooftop, talking over politics and agreeing that the mayor needed some jail time.

Villain stops for a second, hand mid-air in front of the shelf. This was the sixth time they were meeting outside of the usual Hero vs Villain dynamic, and they hadn’t killed each other. In fact, they were able to communicate quite well. 

They notice Hero is back at their table and walk over, a heavy folio in hand. The smell of cinnamon and caramel hits their nostrils, earning a satisfied yet puzzled smirk. "You know my order?"

Why can't you just smile at me? Hero wants to ask. Instead, they run their fingertips over the cover of the book handed to them. “You know my favourite book?" 

Villain shakes their head, accepting the rules of the game. Uncomfortable questions with no answers, it is, then. Will you go out with me for real?

"What did you want to discuss?" They opt for the safer option, taking a sip of their drink. The sweet taste warms their tongue. Hero mirrors the action, drinking their double espresso, no sugar. Villain thinks only absolute lunatics can drink something so sharp and bitter with such a sweet fucking smile. Quite fitting.

"Our plans for the next two weeks," Hero says, meeting their nemesis' eye. "Or rather, the absence of those." They elaborate. Villain has to stop the cup from meeting their lips to avoid choking. 

Oh, right. It’s December 20th. 

"I remember. You and Anita demand a Christmas vacation," Villain replies, attempting to sound disdained and failing miserably. "What am I supposed to do, though?” 

Die of boredom? Another uncomfortable question Villain’d prefer unanswered and unuttered. 

"That's what I wanted to talk about, actually," Hero finds themselves unable to look at Villain, shifting slightly to face the window. For some reason, they were even more nervous now, after five full dates that did not result in murder. “Do you have any plans for our impromptu holidays?”

“Not... exactly,” Villain admits, reaching for their backpack and pulling out a book of their own. Hero offers them the most charming irritating cheerful smile, so they hurry to add before their enemy has a chance to mock them. “I’ll just spend some time on my hobby.”

“Your hobby?” Hero struggles to contain their excitement, the stupid butterflies tickling their lungs. Villain, however, seems oblivious to the glint in their eyes, going for an offended tone again.

“Yes,” they retort, indignation filling their voice. When they agreed to go on a blind date with Anita’s second best friend, they might have suspected something. They might have chosen to act clueless about her scheme. They might have even accepted the possibility of seeing something more in their archnemesis. That was one of the two things Villain would never admit to. “What’s so surprising?” 

“I’m your hobby,” Hero claims, absolutely unashamed as they stare into Villain’s increasingly pink face. “Are you gonna spend some time on me?”

“That’s not what I...” their explanation is interrupted, but Villain fails to grasp the meaning behind Hero’s short comment. Their mind wanders towards their actual hobby, which does, in fact, involve Hero. For quite sometime now. And that is the second thing they weren’t willing to admit. 

“’Cause I don’t mind,” Hero claims, leaning back in their seat and emptying their cup in one gulp. The nerves are getting the best of them while the gorgeous nincompoop sits there, looking out of this world under the cold winter light.

“...meant,” it takes Villain several moments of silence and one teasing grin from Hero to register what their opponent has said. “Wait, what?”

Their brain positively short-circuits as they stare into negative space. Hero ignores that, reaching for their book to hide their trembling fingers. That blind date was the happiest accident that was granted to them by the universe, and Hero would be damned if they let the opportunity slip out of their hands. 

“You know what?” Villain starts, and Hero is about to apologise when Villain strikes them with the most ravishing smile imaginable, rendering them speechless. “I might just do that.”

With that, Villain leans back against their chair, opening the sketchbook on their lap. They watch Hero’s flustered expression turn ecstatic in a matter of mere seconds as the wheels spin harshly in their head. Now, this is a look they’ve never captured before. 

Their pencil barely manages to touch the clean page when Hero breaths out, half-choked. “God, I’m in love with you.”

Villain’s head snaps up as they drop the sketchbook, not noticing the pencil that rolls off their lap when they lean over the table, grabbing Hero’s chin and kissing them without warning.

Anita has to bite down her palm to suppress a victorious yelp as she walks away from the cafe with a jump in her steps. “I think it’s safe to say you both owe me one. Oblivious Idiots.”

Part 1

Masterlist

[pink-link-lemonade]

What if the infection dealt more damage to them? What if their partner that they put so much trust in left them for dead last second? What if Linx’s story had just gone wrong altogether?

Gone Wrong! Linx :)

Yup, an AU from an AU isn’t that fucking CRAZY? INSANE? LOONEY, even?! Woah.

[sweetpandulce]

mario kart gone wrong

henry is a sore loser, if you didn't catch that

[ccccjashcomics]

OH SHIT, JUNO INCIDENT GONE… CORRECTLY? Shit… what did I do?!

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Don‘t mind me sneaking into your inbox playing a little peek-a-boo with Danny and Nate: Danny, wasn‘t there something you planned including rope and your very sexy husband in the bedroom?👀

CW: Survivor navigating boundaries around sex, two survivors actually, safe sane consensual spice, angst, ptsd, bad response to spice

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"How does this, um, not terrify you?"

"Hm?" Nate looks up without raising his chin, mossy green eyes under dark eyebrows. Although even those are threaded through with silver, now. "Terrify m-me?"

"Yeah." Danny hesitates, leaning over him, face inches away from his own. Barely that, even. Nate never misses a chance to just... look at him, take in the scars and the freckles and the silver-red hair. The love that shouldn't have made it this far, but somehow still did. "I can't-... do any of it. Be tied up, um... how can you?"

Nate shifts, leaning slowly back against the headboard until his shoulder blades touch the intricately carved wood, stretching his hands just to feel the rope tight around his wrists. Well, not too tight.

Danny wouldn't agree to tie it tight enough to actually make it hard for Nate to escape it. Just in case he got scared and couldn't make his hands work well enough to untie the knots. Because some part of Danny is always, always afraid of the worst case scenario. Which Nate finds... sweet, but also confusing, because what is there left to be afraid of, anymore?

Still. His head tips back against the headboard, too, baring his neck in silent invitation. Danny moves forward in almost the same breath to kiss him along the thin, nearly-invisible scars that circle his neck. The collar he wore instead of a real one like Danny's had been. But Danny's tongue and mouth against his pulse are hot, not chilled, and he groans at the shiver down his spine, lets his legs open a little more. "I'm n-not afraid of an, anything you could do to m-me."

"Why not?" Danny breathes the question against his ear. Long, thin fingers tease between Nate's legs and then down his thighs, back up again, over and over as the blood rushes with Nate's pounding heartbeat to follow every touch.

He's panting, a little, and they haven't even gotten started.

"Because I l-love you," He whispers.

"But-" Danny pulls back, and Nate bites back a noise of frustration as those hands disappear, too. "I love you. And I, um... I still can't-"

"I d-don't know why we're d-different, but we are." Nate shrugs as best he can, awkwardly. Danny smiles in response and that simple look - of humor, of love - feels as much like a hand on his cock as anything else ever has. Nate nearly groans just looking at him, naked and, for the moment, unafraid to be. "But I l-like doing this with y-you. And it d-d-doesn't scare m, me. It feels... f-feels good, because I kn-know you won't hurt me. Danny. Look at m-me."

Warm blue eyes meet his own.

Nate leans forward. Danny is just close enough to catch in a brief, grazing kiss. "It feels good," He repeats, slow and steady, each word a beat in time. "With you."

"Hm. What... what else feels good, with me?"

"Oh. Well." His eyes drop to Danny's mouth. His eyebrows raise.

Danny takes a second to catch the hint, and then he laughs, dropping his forehead against Nate's shoulder. The sound of his laughter has always been incredible to Nate - in the cabin it had come so rarely, less and less with each year of captivity. And there had been some time even after where he struggled to feel safe even to do more than smile. Now, he laughs, and when he stops laughing he starts working his tongue over Nate's collarbone, mouthing over his chest hair, down to his stomach.

He makes it to Nate's navel - and Nate is hard and ready for that mouth, that tongue, his own hips shifting to encourage - when he comes to a sudden stop. His lips hover near Nate's pelvis, but all he can see is Danny's red hair, threaded with tinsel-toned silver, mostly going gray at the roots. He just stays there, and seconds tick by, the air heavier and heavier.

Nate swallows around the sudden lump. His heart goes from racing to pounding, all at once, with a lurch that he can feel somewhere in his chest. "Danny?"

"I can't... I can't do this," Danny whispers. Nate feels something on his hip, off to one side, and realizes when it rolls to the crease between thigh and pelvis that it's a tear. "I can't-... I can't-..."

"Sssshhh, it's o-okay, Danny, hey, l-l-look at m-me, okay, Danny-"

He doesn't meet Nate's eyes, just shakes his head, backing rapidly away from him on the bed. His face has gone gray, the freckles and old scars standing out like drops and streaks of paint on unfinished skin. His eyes are far away, and terrified. "I don't want to go down, I don't-... Go down, Red, go-... go down-"

"You don't have to, Danny, look at m-me, D-D-D-"

His words catch in his throat, or on his tongue, they're buried in his head. Nate breathes, trying to take his time. Trying to sound it out in his mind before he tries to speak it, to slow down, slow his thoughts and his voice to get it steady again.

But Danny isn't looking at him.

Or anyone.

At all.

"I can... I can try harder," Danny whispers, and Nate's heart shatters. Just like it always does, when those words come back out. Words Bram had beaten and carved and fucked into him with every so-called misstep, every accusation of imperfection, of not being grateful, of not being good.

"He's dead," Nate whispers. Insists. He can get those words out, at least. At least those haven't failed him, not today, not yet. "He's dead, it's y-you and m-me, now, it's okay, just-... just b-b-... just, just b-... d-damn it, inhale-"

"I can try harder. I can... I can be good... I can try harder. I can be good. I can be good, I can... I'm sorry. I can't-... I can try harder. Just try harder, do better, try-" His hands are up in his hair, pulling at it, as he curls himself up into a ball at the other end of the bed. Too far away. And he isn't listening any longer, or maybe can't hear Nate at all.

Nate swallows. Closes his eyes. Starts carefully, slowly working at his wrists. His bad hand aches, his knee throbs. The sudden drop from desire into despair brings all his aches and pains roaring to the surface. "Listen to m-m-me, Danny-"

Those tear-filled wide blue eyes meet his, and he can't see Danny in them at all. He watches his love take in a long breath.

Danny holds it.

One, two, three, four, five.

"No, D-Danny, no-"

Exhale.

"My name is Red," Danny says. Or Red says with Danny's voice. He's calming himself down. Another breath, held for five, exhaled. "I belong to Abraham Denner." One more breath. Hold for five. Exhale.

Nate hates the familiarity of it.

Hates the empty eyes that hold nothing but fear, eager to please, eager to escape the threat, to be good enough to earn a few moments of peace.

This was such a stupid fucking mistake.

"My body belongs to Abraham, and he can make it do whatever he wants."

Nate stops trying to talk to him, then.

Red won't listen, and Danny can't hear.

Instead, Nate focuses on twisting his wrists, back and forth, and working one slowly up through the coils of rope. It hurts like hell, but less than it hurts listening to Danny recite the endless parade of Bram's rules in his empty soft Red-voice.

He just has to pray their daughter doesn't wake up before he can get Danny back.