"i wanna see something other than the same edgy horror stuff when a beloved character becomes public domai-"
FUCKING MAKE IT, THEN.
the literal only difference between you and those horror directors who took mickey and winnie the pooh and made them into the horror you hate so much is that they made something and you didn't.
MAKE the romcom. MAKE the deep and existential meta horror you want to see. MAKE something cozy and child friendly. MAKE MAKE MAKE MAKE MAKE
don't just sit there and bemoan the things you don't want to see! MAKE THE THINGS YOU DO WANT TO SEE. BECAUSE NOW WE CAN MAKE ANYTHING. THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT!
YOU DON'T NEED PERMISSION. YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SOMETHING FIRST. JUST MAKE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE.
YOU CAN'T STOP AN ARTIST FROM TAKING A CHILD FRIENDLY THING AND MAKING IT INTO HORROR. THE LITERAL ONLY PERSON YOU CAN STOP, AND ARE STOPPING, IS YOURSELF.
DON'T FUCKING WAIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO MAKE IT FOR YOU. PICK UP A DAMNED PENCIL/KEYBOARD/WHATEVER AND MAKE THAT THING YOU WANT TO SEE, GOD DAMMIT!!!
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And now a random post that totally doesn’t explain my current feelings by using Marc
Alix: Tell him! Do it!
Nathaniel: I don’t want to! I’m scared!
Ismael: It’s either you, his doting boyfriend he’d never hurt, or us. Just give us the signal and we’ll get him in The Box. Now go! *Pushes Nathaniel into the art classroom and shuts the door*
Nathaniel: … Uh… Rainbow?
Marc: *Looks up from his journal* Oh, hey Nath. What’s up?
Nathaniel: Um… So… AO3 is down.
Marc: Yeah, that sucks. I was right in the middle of this really good fic, but it’ll be back up in an hour or two.
Nathaniel: … Actually, Rainbow… Sweetie pie… Light of my life, my love and reason I get up every morning… There was a… DdoS attack… And… AO3 might be down for… A while…
Marc: *Creepy head tilt* … I do not understand the words you are saying…
Nathaniel: … Well…
*Outside*
Aurore: *Holding a cattle prod* How do you think it’s going?
*Before anyone could answer, a crash is heard*
Alix: GET THE FUCK IN THERE, PEOPLE! MOVE!
Marc: I’LL BURN EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE! *Chucks a table out of the window* WHO THE FUCK DO THESE BLOODY CUCKS THINK THEY ARE?! SO MANY OF MY STORIES ARE ON THERE, AND THEY HAVE THE FUCKING GALL TO DO THIS!
*Denise and Ivan tackle Marc to the floor and restrain him*
Nathaniel: They’re just gonna have you rest in The Box for a while, Rainbow. It’ll be okay.
Marc: *Getting dragged away* NOOOOOOO! I’LL BURN THIS FUCKING CITY TO THE GROUND! *Headbutts Ivan, bites Denise’s arm, and escapes while the teachers chase him down* YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!
Adrien: Uh… What’s The Box?
Nino: Oh, just something the school had made when Marc couldn’t access AO3 for… For like a week.
Adrien: How long did he stay in there?
Nino: A week.
Denise: *Bleeding from their arm* It’s pretty brutal.
Adrien: Denise! You’re bleeding!
Denise: Oh, I don’t think it’s as bad as last time… I hear colors.
Louis: *Getting choked by Marc* You have the shot! Take the shot!
M. Grotke: *Shooting tranquilizers at Marc* I am taking the shot! He’s resisting! These things are supposed to take out Clydesdales!
*One hour later*
Meme. Mendeleiev: Okay, Nath. You know the drill. Here’s his lunch, and your tranq gun. *Hands Nathaniel a lunch tray and a tranquilizer gun*
Alya: Why does he need a tranq gun?!
Marinette: Did you not see Marc rip a door off of its hinges?
Mme. Mendeleiev: Remember, if you miss, play dead, and he’ll lose interest. Godspeed. *Pushes Nathaniel into the basement and shuts the door*
Nathaniel: Okay, it’s just like last time. Nothing to worry about. *Approaches a glass box in the middle of the room, and standing dead center in it is Marc in a prison jumpsuit*
Marc: Hello, Clarisse.
Nathaniel: Really?
Marc: What? Just trying to lighten the mood. Come onnn! Let me out! I promise, I won’t try to murder anyone this time. Don’t you trust me?
Nathaniel: Marc, of course I trust you. But you just need to calm down until AO3 is back up. For God’s sake, we almost lost Louis.
Marc: … Okay. That’s fine. I get it… Why don’t you be a dear and slide that tray in?
Nathaniel: Sure. *He opens a small glass door and starts sliding the lunch tray through it, only for Marc to grab his wrist* MARC! WHAT THE HELL?!
Marc: LET ME OUT OF HERE! I’LL MAKE OUT WITH YOU UNTIL YOU’RE SICK OF ME!
Nathaniel: *Yanks his arm away* There is a laptop next to you! You can read Wattpad, Fanfiction.Net, or Quotev. Love you, nutcase. *Blows him a kiss and leaves*
Marc: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO PEOPLE! THERE’S NOTHING ON WATTPAD BUT STORIES WRITTEN BY EMO MIDDLE SCHOOLERS! IT’S ALL BAD!
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