#Squiggles rants

[squigglywindy]

Me, sitting before a feast of the most positive feedback I’ve ever received in my life: “Wow my writing sure does suck doesn’t it.”

Why am I like this. How do I stop being like this.

[why-bless-your-heart]

My mom sent me a watercolor she just did and I’m going a little crazy over it, tbh.

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Yes!!! The muscle men should have chub and Ian and Barry should be beanpoles. And Jean and Rory are chubby with buff arms and and and ahhhhh they should all look more different!!!

And don't even get me started on Elias. I have some Disabled Opinions about a man with MS being insanely jacked for no apparent reason despite being bedbound and a cane user for most of his life

Yes you fucking get it!!! They shouldn't all go through the doll problem of having the same body type, let them be different!

Also, I mean, I wouldn't mind you using my ask box as a way to pop off about Elias...you know...if you wanted to~

[the-gayest-dragon]

So I started hyperfixating today and spent like 5-6 hours on this neaaarly finished tynamo plushie.

[diminuel]

Random thing popped into my head where Garp is suppose to babysit grumpy baby for a week but midway something came up with the marines and somehow Sakazuki (Akainu) gets the job babysitting grumpy baby lmao

Sakazuki would pull out a huge stack of files, covered in dust and cobwebs, and slam it on the table in front of grumpy baby.

All the paperwork Dragon never finished when he deserted. He's not leaving until it's done X'D No arguments that the kid can't even count, how are they supposed to fill out these 30 year old reports? Sakazuki doesn't care, as long as the job gets done.

(Grumpy baby just draws squiggles on the sheets and answers with affirmative huffs or little growls to Sakazuki's rants. Most peaceful afternoon at work with any Monkey D. Sakazuki has ever had.)

[snaillock]

demotivated artist!reader x bllk boys

(bachira, kaiser)

tags: gn!reader, kaisers gratuitous stripping of course, bachira being a silly little guy, kaiser being an attention whore

bachira

you sat at your desk, mindlessly watching a youtube video that was supposed to be your background noise as you did your art. instead your sketchbook was left on the fresh blank page as you were completely engrossed in the video.

“aren’t you supposed to be doing something” you snapped out of your focus from the distraction and turned to see bachira cheekily smiling at you with an eyebrow raised and hands on his hips

“ugh fine you caught me,” you said as you turned back to look at your computer and felt bachira wrap his arms around you and his head rest on his shoulder.

“i just… don’t know how to start. i’ve been on an art block for weeks now and it’s starting to wear me down.” you let out a deep sigh as you rambled and tapped your pencil on the desk, “it’s just so hard to find any ideas now”

as bachira listened to your rant, he unwrapped one of his arms from your shoulder and silently reached out for your colored pens and markers with his tongue out in absolute concentration, none of which you noticed.

your ramble got interrupted the second you heard marker scratching on paper. you look down to see bachira doodling on your sketchbook

“bachira?! what the hell are you doing!?” when you said that, he quickly snatched up your sketchbook and a couple of markers and ran out the room giggling, too fast for you to catch up. ‘god why did i date a football player’ you sighed and ran out to find him

you spotted him on the couch, comfortably laying on his stomach as he continued doodling on your stolen sketchbook with your stolen markers. you immediately snatched the book out of his hands.

“i cannot believe you would take my things like that! not only did you take my sketchbook, you also drew in it without my permiss- oh wait…” your scolding trailed off as you took a look at the page he drew. you saw the vibrant squiggles and lines he did along with some star shapes and hearts.

“wow this is actually really pretty,” you said, sitting down right next to him. you took one of your pens that bachira stole from your desk and started to draw on that page, using the art bachira did as a colorful background to bring out the black ink of the figures you drew in front of it. bachira rested his head on your shoulder and watched the entire time.

“hehe looks like i once again saved the day,” bachira laughed as he looked at your ‘collaborated’ work.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. “ok fine i guess you did help with my art block,” you smiled and kissed his cheek, “i appreciate it and i appreciate you”

bachira grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, “you are so so welcome!”

“is this something you did with your mom every time she couldn’t paint?” “oh yeah constantly” “ah should’ve guessed”

kaiser

you sat at your desk while scrolling through different photos on your laptop, trying to find something to draw since your brain was completely dried out of ideas

“babe~” you sighed as you heard a whiny voice from behind you. uh oh kaiser needs attention. you turned your head to look at him

“what do you need kaiser”

“how much longer are you gonna be in here for? you’ve already been here all day…” it’s only been an hour.

you rolled your eyes as his whining got more desperate and you spoke, “who knows at this point. i’ve been stuck for a while so you might have to wait for the rest of the day.” you glanced at him, knowing that would get to him.

“no darling! you cant stay here all day”

“well if you have any ideas for me, i’ll love to hear them”

he closed your laptop, pushing all your things aside, and sat on your desk right in front of you with his leg crossed over his knee, “how about this… you should just draw me.” he smirked as he looked down at your unimpressed face

you thought about it for a second before nodding, “you know what… that’s not too bad of an idea! i’ll do it.”

“ok great!” he said as he started taking his shirt off.

“kaiser no! i don’t need a nude model so please leave your shirt on!”

“fine…” he groaned, hesitantly removing his hands from his shirt and smoothed it out. he mumbled, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before anyway”

you playfully rolled your eyes and got your stuff ready. you started drawing him as he did various poses while basking in all your attention. every now and then he would try to convince you that him stripping off his clothes would help more but you kept shooting that idea down. you had to deal with him constantly walking naked around the house already.

once you finished, you showed him the sketches. he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you multiple times, each one on a different spot on your face. “wow you did such a good job! you captured my beauty so well”

he took photos of your sketches while gushing about how good of an artist you are and how blessed he is for having you (and also how blessed you are for having a great and attractive model like him)

the next day while he was out at practice, he showed off your drawings to his teammates, bragging about how beautiful and talented his partner is

a/n: haha hai so like i was planning on only sticking to hcs format for this blog but i really wanted to do like a drabble/hc thingy and i also have very little writing experience so sorry if this sucks ass. hope you enjoyed it!

this was supposed to be a three character post but i struggled to

think of another so if anyone wants a part 2 with diff characters, feel free to request so with the characters you want!

[roomsofangel]

GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER ONE !

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

warnings none

wc 745

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your hand held the pen with a firm grip, shakily tracing a few squiggled lines on your clean sheet of paper that wouldn’t be for much longer, teeth sinking into your bottom lip enough to draw the taste of metallic. “this is bullshit.” you set the pen down on the desk, running your fingers through the strands of your hair with a slight tug at your scalp, “do you think i’m allowed to fail?” you called out to your brother who walked in with his hands to his head, towel being used to dry his fresh out the shower hair

“you can just finish it after the trip,” yunho shrugged, aiming the towel to the side while you heard him mumble that he’d get that later and hurried to raid the refrigerator for orange juice, “need apple by the way,” he voiced while scavenging for a glass

you groaned, scrunching the paper into a ball and throwing it into—missing—the garbage can. “i want to do it now though,” you leaned your head back to watch your brother who looked as if he was a kid on a sugar rush, pouring his juice and grabbing a quick granola bar before slipping on his jacket and shoes while stumbling

“who knows, maybe you’ll find muse there,” he replied with a teasing tone, a kissy face being cut short by you aiming a pencil to his chest, “hey! i’m sensitive, ya know!” exaggerating a few of the words before laughing it off, “but come on, we need to get going, you got your bag?”

you scoffed, “of course i do,” leaning to the side to grab your drawstring bag before standing, “you ready?”

yunho hummed, and that was enough of a response for you. both of you sharing the same mutual thought.

no, the fuck not.

“do you think she’ll like us?” you couldn’t help but ask outloud, kicking a small rock on the ground while you walked alongside your brother up the driveway of your grandma’s house, glancing at yunho who shrugged, hands shoved into his jacket’s pockets

ears red and nose rosy, yunho cleared his throat, “she didn’t even like dad,” he amused, but you saw right through it. he was worried about the same thing.

three knocks on the door were made while you looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood that made you feel small. compared to the small overloaded home you and yunho were raised in, this seemed like a five star resort.

“is she even here?” you asked, and yunho pulled out his phone in a haste, checking the time and dialing a number

“let me check.”

“you mean we came here and you don’t even know if she’s home, yunho?!” you shrieked, your bag falling onto the ground as you found yourself running your fingers through your hair, hands on your head before you sat on the benches that resided on her patio, messing with the strings from your worn out jeans

your eyes scanned the neighborhood while you blocked and muffled out yunho’s ranting and worrying, gaze locking on a guy who had his hair tucked into a beanie and hands stuffed into his pockets while he had a mask covering most of his features. his eyes were pretty, catlike even.

messing with your chipped nail polish, you froze at the sudden turn he had done, eyes locking with yours. the cold winter air suddenly felt like summer heat and you blinked a few times to look at the ground, more-so at your hands that were getting a bit too cold

“okay, key’s under the mat, she’s out grocery shopping,” yunho ended the call and aimed the next conversation with you who nodded in response, standing and dusting yourself off while he kneeled down and lifted the corner of the WELCOME doormat to see a silver key. an extra. thank god.

hearing the click and the door opening, “thank fuck,” yunho muttered before entering, you walked up to the doorway and turned to look at where you remember seeing the pretty stranger

and much to your bittersweet dismay, he wasn’t still looking at you. instead— he was raking up snow from the lawn, this time without his mask and singing under his breath, or at least you assumed with the rhythm of dance he was showing while mouthing something—that, and you noticed the airpods in his ears while he stayed focused on his task.

maybe the temporary stay wouldn’t be too bad.

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[abyssal-art]

Someone mentioned in my last sr post that they thought the horrorboros is based off of a Steelhead instead of stinger- this is my essay proving that I’m both autistic and way too invested in these fish

In the splat 3 art book, there’s this drawing

It shows that fish sticks have the same hair/fin thing as stingers, and have at least some interaction with them. Wanna know something else that has that oddly specific squiggle hair/fin?

The big boy.

Though I do see the idea with the booyah bombs being like steelhead bombs, I’d just imagine that the tech they use (canonically traded from the Octarian army for power eggs) and gave it to the horrorboros.

salmonids are fairly not known about in the grand scheme of splatoon- I’ll make a post if anyone wants me to rant abt these silly fish in any way :]

[littlemisssquiggles]

…Sooooo…about that RWBY V9 EPILOGUE ANIMATIC…..

Not lying to tell you, I honestly forgot about RTX this year because I’ve been focused on other things these days. However, thanks to the almighty power of Twitter and the RWBY FNDM community, this squiggle meister was able to check out the V9 Epilogue Animatic that dropped at this year’s panel.

While I’m disappointed there was no announcement for RWBY V10 being greenlit, at least fans were given something to munch on with the featured animatic.

And y’know what folks?

If this animatic was an original draft for the ending of V9 then I am…

… SO FREAKING GLAD that this animatic never made it into the final cut for V9!

Because, for me, not only do I find the final ending of V9 perfect as it is with where it left the story off but also, some revisions need to be done for this epilogue ya’ll.

Don’t get me wrong. I thought this animatic was pretty good. I liked that it confirmed everyone’s shared theory that the others thought RWBYJ had died during the Fall of Atlas. At least that was confirmed to be canon.

However; if there is one part I would love to be revised for this epilogue, it would have to be the final moment after Raven (surprise, surprise but not really cause people theorized that shit since V8) brings RWBYJ to Vacuo and we get to see Nora, Ren and Oscar react to seeing their friends return from the literal dead and…Oscar is just standing there with the Oz-cane…smiling?

But it’s not a smile of deeper emotion. It’s not even his usual soft smile that he always gives Rubes.

Yes, yes, yes I know what ya’ll might be thinking---Squiggles, dear, please, it’s only a rough animatic. It’s not that deep sis---I KNOW…but STILL, bear with me on this one folks.

This is the closest thing to a RWBY V10 crumb that us fans will have to cling onto until the show gets greenlit…whenever. IF EVER.

This animatic is the closest thing to a potential V10 teaser that we have right now. It’s all we have right so if there are FNDM fam members picking it apart and overanalyzing it, can you really blame em?

IT’S ALL WE HAVE for V10.

So pardon me if the Pinehead Rosegarden shipper in me is a lil bummed out by this one shot of a rough, possible first draft animatic of an episode that could easily be the first episode of a possible next season of RWBY.

If I had to imagine a final version of this scene, I could easily see Oscar looking at Ruby softly. But even still…that’s…not the reaction I was expecting for their inevitable reunion.

If  you had told me that that’s not Oscar and is actually Oz in control, I would have a better chance at believing you with that because I am in disbelief that Ruby would return from everyone believing that she and the others had died during the fall of Atlas and…Oscar sees Ruby alive and well for the first time in who knows how long….maybe weeks or a month at best and his reaction is just a normal smile?

Not even a tearful smile or a shocked look like Nora. Just a casual smile before we cut back to Ruby’s final smile, like she was on the verge of tears before it fades to black.

Really? That’s it?  

NAAAAAAAAAH! Nah! Send that shit back to the boards for a second draft.

 #NOTMYRGREUNION

Again, I am fully aware that this is only an animatic and a bigger, more focused emotional reunion could easily happened after this scene in another “episode” if you look at this animatic as being like the end of the first or second episode of a potential RWBY V10.

But still, I can’t help but feel bummed by this a bit. At least the RG shipper in me is a little bummed.

If anything, I’m better off looking at this animatic as a precursor to a better more emotional and PROPER reunion between Ruby and Oscar.

That part I can dream about.

In the mean time, pardon my mini rant cause it’s been a while since I’ve talked about RWBY and I wanted to share my brief thoughts on the animatic for anyone who was curious about my thoughts on it.

~LMS (2023)

[toaber]

I'm going to rant about random genloss theories and shit ok

Let's start with ranboo. His first memory is the cabin right? But that's back when hetch was dying. In a bts thing he said that their memories came back when the mask was flashing. The mask didn't start flashing in ep 3 until they were in the box. It lit up the second hetch appeared in the doorframe to drag them into the box room. I think they gave him his memories back so they'd remember their entire past and beg for us to kill them. I think they would have rathered us kill them because that'd be easier on them. And by them I mean showfall media. And hear me out. We didn't have a choice in it at all. We've already seen that they can bring people back to life. Charlie came back multiple times and said himself that "I can die as many times as I want" (or smth along those lines) in ep 1. It just keeps repeating over and over and showfall can bring them back as many times as they want. Remember the showfall media employee that ranboo killed? That's their job in the show. Every time this happens, every time the hero goes through to save the day, that one in particular gets killed. Why do I say that? That one bleeds wires okay. While we're at it there's another smaller theory I have about security. Security has been rebuilt so many times and has progressively become worse and worse and worse because yk that's what generation loss means, the loss in detail or quality over time. Like if you took a picture of something on a phone, took a picture of that picture, took a picture of that picture, and so on. The quality will drop. That's generation loss. (In case you reading this didn't already know that lol) Anyway security has been rebuilt so many times that it has become a wire monster without much structure. Plus, Ranboo said during the genloss panel at vidcon that there was pieces of flesh in security. That implies that they were once human, but have been rebuilt progressively worse over such a long period of time that the humanity left in them has become nothing but little bits. That showfall media employee has much of it's humanity left, but it bled wires, meaning it has been rebuilt at least a few times before. Another thing is that we don't see anybody but Ranboo and Hetch bleed. Ethan's blood was shown sure, but he wasn't in the frame so how can we really know it's his. Anything could be props for the show. (If we saw anybody else bleed please remind me in the comments btw) I feel like this might be Ranboo's first show. As for Hetch, I'd love to believe he's a good guy, and I kind of do. I just think he's just like the Puzzler probably was. Likely from whatever reality Ranboo was from, just taken and forced to be part of the show. The reason the Puzzler wasn't revived was because he wasn't necessary for the rest of the show. Anybody who wasn't revived was likely revived after the fact with their memories wiped. Speaking of wiped memories, I never got back to that thing I was saying about Ranboo and their memories. I believe that they gave him his memories so that he'd beg for death so they wouldn't have to drag him away and kill him later. The choice was nothing but an illusion. Ranboo was destined to make it to the end, inevitably die and have his memories wiped in the process, and then start all over again. I feel like this was Ranboo's first show. They seem the most aware, the most awake, the most human. Everyone else feels a little robotic. As if they're reading from a script. I feel like this may be Sneeg's second or third show, I think Charlie's been in it for a while, and I think the Puzzler and the one's trapped by him in ep 2 have been there the longest. And remember, as cute as Squiggles may be, he's not on our side. The little man was FUMING when Ranboo broke out of the electric chair. He is nothing but a little bit of comedic relief put there by showfall to keep us company. I also feel like we may be just as imprisoned by showfall as the others. We aren't the ones showfall is entertaining. We're forced to stand behind a one way mirror and watch as our heroes fail again and again and again.

To make us feel worse about it, we're given the illusion of choice. 10,000 chance that we chose the right key and we did? Yeah right Jerma. All those times we had to choose where they went next? He still would have ended up doing the same things no matter what in different orders. Tipping over Charlie's grandma's ashes? What would that have done to change the overall storyline, really. Change a few dialogues? Wow how interesting. Our choice does not matter. Ranboo and the others are stuck in this infinite loop of illusions, fake choices, death, and most importantly of all, entertainment. Hetch said his job is to find people "from your world" to be the puppets of showfall's show. I feel as though the hero of this show wasn't always Ranboo. It could have once been Sneeg, or Charlie, or maybe even WAYYY back it could have been security. As time progresses, people's roles change. Except Hetch. His one role is to find people for the show. I think Hetch may have been one of the first that showfall found for their show. He finds people, tests them, and puts them to work for the viewer's entertainment. Kind of. I mean he's not really the one putting them to work, that's the founder. Kill the founder yk? Remember that? That's the only way to stop the loop. He's the one dragging this on and on and on. The "kill button"? Yeah that didn't do anything, really. He was supposed to make it to the button. Everything happened just as planned, just as it was scripted. I think that the only way for them to break out is for us to get out of where we are trapped and go stop them. Break them free of showfall's control. We're the variety. We make decisions that don't affect the overall outcome of the show and that simply change trivial parts of the entertainment. Forced to sit and decide on things that won't change the outcome. Unless we stop making the decisions they give to us and instead breaking free from the pointless clicking and deciding, nothing will change. The choices they provide us won't change the outcome. To change the outcome, we'd have to make our own choices. For the sake of our heroes and all the heroes that will come to be, break free the actors and kill the founder.

[wir3-r0t]

Ok so genloss hs Au thing, but I have no sense of linear writing and im just dumping facts lesgooo :D

(all under the cut It got hella long)

-Security (the wire/TV thing) is just a mildly feral dog that lives in an alleyway behind the school and sometimes escapes and terrorizes kids (especially targets Sneeg and Charlie for some reason)

-Showfall is basically just a group of idiots based in the student conuncil and some other students they yoinked into the clique. By the power of rumors and a lot of stuff they should have gotten detention for, the bunch of shitheads basically rule the school like a cultish version of the popular girls

-so i've already mentioned the Founder was as good as any other kid, just head of student conuncil, so pretty much, they're just... there to be pretty and make Hetch do shit for them.

-Rgb trio are all blood cousins. No i will not elaborate.

-Hetch and Squiggles r siblings, Hetch being way older (Squig is a fourth grader) and Hetch just has to babysit and drag him to Showfall "meetings" (the kids in the clique after school hanging out on the local abandoned mall)

...

Welp that rant got long.

[squigglywindy]

Y’know the proverbial stress cup. I think mine filled at 0930 this morning and I am biting the next person who tells me I have to do something

[nerves-nebula]

Ok, I need to rant about your brain worm comic oh my god it's so good. It is very late and I am tired so apologies for probably being incoherent but this comic makes me unhinged. Feel free to ignore this

The fucking, the colors in the newest pages?? Amazing. The yellow contrasts wonderfully against the blue background (like specifically the shade of yellow you used is so unironically nice. It's warmer than the primary cool color palette of the rest of the comic and it works so well. Plus it's the same shade as little Leo’s eyes which kd just. Yes)

The squiggles on the bed? Person-shaped enough but still abstract enough that you can’t figure out exactly what’s going on but you don’t need to. You know. (Don’t even get me started on the fact that the brain worm is hiding in the bunny.)

God this is just so well executed and it’s left me feeling just, so profoundly uncomfortable which I assume was the intention. It feels weird to be geeking out over how great this is at making me wanna vomit but that’s showbiz baby. Congrats on once again depicting an uncomfortably Human portrayal of abuse using fucking ninja turtles, I’m going to pass out now.

thankkkkssss <<33 fadjsgadfagsdg color symbolism is fun when u have a limited color palette.

i guess this is what happens when the culmination of a comic takes months and i keep gradually editing and adding more stuff to it. showbiz indeed!

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Next One

CW: Pet whump, dehumanization, referenced torture, noncon, choking, muzzled, collars, choke chain, leash, nudity, captivity, suicidal ideation ('death to escape this')

Death Valley | Lüge | Welcome Home | Didn’t Make It | Dead Body | Why Me? | The Next One |

Don’t worry, Finn. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Just give me a couple more days to give you some sun.

For @whumptober 2022, day 27: Muffled screams

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Rancher's Rest, 2005

Finn waited in silence. 

Seated on the floor vaguely aware of Robert moving around the kitchen, he kept his legs crossed and his arms relaxed, hands resting with palms up and knuckles resting over his calves. 

He couldn't remember what pants felt like.

If he listened, if he tuned out the eternal drone of news radio, he could hear the softest swish swish swish of Robert's blue jeans, just barely. 

He tried to remember his own blue jeans, once upon a time. Had they been rough, or softly stretchy? Had they swished when fabric touched as he moved? He had owned a few pairs. How many colors of blue?

It was something useless to occupy him, a way to push back any stray genuine thought that threatened to rise and choke him from the inside out. So he focused on that, and on the dirty black and white tiled floor beneath him. 

A stain by the kitchen table leg could have been dried blood, but he knew it was barbecue sauce. Another over on the wall, scrubbed and faded but still stubbornly present in the faintest outline… that was blood. Had been blood, anyway.

It was just a suggestion, now, that someone had once been alive in this kitchen who wasn't any longer. Like the bones in the basement, the bodies in the barrels. Robert left with barrels sometimes, loaded them sloshing with awful liquid in the back of his truck and drove away. Came back with new ones, fresh and empty, a falsely neon green or blue. 

How many of the same kind of barrel could he buy before it became suspicious? Apparently as many as he wanted.

Finn narrowed his eyes at the remnants of the bloodstain, and he didn’t let himself try to guess which one of the IDs in the basket that blood had once belonged to.

The thin, barely-visible stain was a ghost of itself. 

Just like Finn.

Robert's hand dropped briefly onto Finn's head, but he didn't even flinch. 

He let heavy fingers dirty with oil and smelling like diesel ruffle his hair, breathing evenly behind the muzzle. He kept his eyes on the blood stain. 

On the stove, a can of beef vegetable soup bubbled cheerfully in a little saucepan, and even through the thick leather that kept his breathing humid, Finn could smell it. Salt, mostly. A little bit of beef and broth. 

His mouth watered, but it felt like someone else's mouth. Not his. 

A mouth that spent half its time locked shut and the other half open for-

He cut the thought off, and instead tried to remember how his mother made the little dumplings, pressed through the colander openings. The little squiggles of flour that cooked on top of the bubbling, simmering liquid.

Robert got himself a bowl of soup and a slice of fresh bread and took a seat, legs splayed under the table, humming happily as he smeared butter over the slice of bread. 

Finn's eyes followed the motion, dully.  His stomach growled. He blinked and looked down, vaguely startled. He hadn't even felt hunger. Just heard the sound. 

"You're getting boring," Robert said, mouthful, bread crumbs sticking to the overgrown stubble along his chin and at the corners of his mouth. He picked up his beer, taking a long drink, smacking his lips happily afterward. "You hear me, little Mouse? Boring."

Finn blinked. 

He nodded, but he hadn't, really. He barely listened to anything any longer. Robert ranted a lot about a war in Iraq, the President, how everything cost much more than it used to when he was a child. It was... hard to listen for long. 

"Now, we've been roommates for a while," Robert continued. Some part of Finn wanted to laugh - or maybe scream - at the word roommate, when here he sat with useless hands locked in the damn rubber mittens, an eternal limp where his leg never quite healed right, and the knowledge that soon enough Robert would have him earn his own dinner by moving under the table between his legs. 

Roommates.

The laughter died long before it could ever escape. There wasn't enough energy in him to laugh. There wasn't enough him in him to laugh anymore.

"But sometimes, you know, situations change. I think that’s where we’re at now, little Mouse. It's time to move out and move on. This is my house, so it's gonna be you who moves on."

Robert leaned over, grabbing the side strap for the muzzle and jerking it until, with a soft sound of pain, Finn turned to look up at him, shifting onto hands and knees. Usually a grab like that meant it was time for under the table. 

Finn didn't even shudder any longer at the thought of having to nose along the zipper of Robert's jeans and pretend to be salivating over the dick inside. He didn't care. 

What was one more time, after all the times before?

At least it meant the muzzle would come off for a while. 

Instead of what he expected, though, Robert turned to look at Finn, rubbing fingertips in little circles behind one ear. Finn's eyes closed, and he did shiver then. Robert had figured out behind his ears was a sensitive place early on, and barely ever touched him there. 

When he did… 

It nearly broke the careful wall Finn had built inside himself to hide behind. He couldn't help the soft sound of something like pleasure he made. It was just... nice to feel anything other than pain.

"I know, I know, you like that," Robert murmured fondly. "I never keep them long enough to get to know what they like. I don’t care. But I know what you like, hm? I put it on the listing."

Finn opened his eyes again, tipping his chin to look up from his place on the floor. Listing?

"Ah, there we go. Most alive you've looked in months. I told you, Mouse, you're boring now. But I've put so much work into you, can't just add you to my friends downstairs, huh? No, no… not after all the investment. I found this place on the internet, you buy and sell stuff there. People put couches, apartments, those WRU pets… and they have a whole section just for erotic services. I figure that's what you are, huh?"

Finn's eyebrows furrowed.

He made a sound of protest, but the muzzle kept his jaw too locked to speak. Mmmf was the best he could manage. He shook his head, slowly at first, then more rapidly. 

Robert snorted. "I'm not asking for your opinion, little Mouse."

No, Finn tried, but all that came out was a pathetic, weak, "Nnnnah." He barely spoke any longer, had nearly forgotten how. "Nnnnnah. Nein-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm tired of you being a lump around my house, but look, just because your dog doesn't work out don't mean he has to be put down. Consider it… Rehoming, like when your yard's not big enough for your dogs, you gotta find them somewhere new."

"Nein-" Horror started to bubble up, breaking through Finn's careful distance. He had assumed Robert would get tired of him, kill him one day, and then this would end. Going to someone new, more time spent on his hands and knees with a dirty cock down his throat or-

Finn's breath caught, and he shook his head more forcefully, then. "Nein, Nnnnah, nnnno, no-... K-kill…"

Robert blinked, surprised. "What's that, Mouse?"

Finn thought of seeing his mother on the news once, having flown to America to give an interview at the park where Finn had vanished, standing next to his dusty car where it had gone off road. 

I do not believe my son is dead, she had said, so firm and resolute. He would not leave all this water without drinking it to walk into a desert. My son is smarter than this. Someone must have seen him. He must have asked for a ride.

Someone gave my son a ride but did not let him come home.

That had been more than a year ago. Maybe. He couldn't keep track of time. She probably thought him dead by now, right? She must. He probably should be, he and Karl Janssen together in the basement, Robert's foreign friends.

"Kill… mmmme," Finn ground out, struggling to push out the words around his locked-shut jaw and unmoving teeth. "Kill. Not… sss-sell. Kill. Bitte… bitte töte mich hier…"

There was a long, long pause. 

Then Robert threw his head back with laughter, slapping his own knee with his delighted amusement, leaning over to ruffle Finn's hair again. This time, Finn jerked back from the touch, crawling backwards to put space between them. 

"Töte mich…"

"You want to join my friends, huh? All my friends who stay for good? Is that it?" Robert picked up Finn's leash, giving the smooth leather a light tug. The chain around Finn's neck beneath his collar rattled, but the metal was never any less warm than his skin now. Finn barely remembered there had ever been a time he hadn't worn it. 

Funny, how quickly he’d gotten used to the collar and leash.

"Yes." It sounded more like yisssh, and that made Robert laugh, too. 

Finn felt a sob try to force itself up his throat. When had he last had the tears to cry? They burned hot in his eyes and he coughed, leaning over to press his forehead to the floor. 

His shoulders shook. 

No more. He couldn't be passed from wicked man to wicked man. He had already been hollowed out to nothing, he was already dead. He had just been waiting for Robert to let his body follow his mind into the darkness.

But this… 

"No, no, no…" He moaned, feeling the tears drip onto the tile floor. "No… kill me, kill me, please-"

"Shut up. I'm trying to eat dinner, I don't have time for your caterwauling-"

"No!" Finn jerked back upright, then shifted to get his feet under him, pawing at his leash with his useless hands in the awful mittened paws, trying to get the leash around his arm so he could yank it free of Robert's grip. "No! No!"

Robert's eyes widened and he stood, towering over Finn. "Get back on your paws or you'll regret it."

Finn screamed his protest, not even bothering with words, and his legs shrieked their own anger as he forced his calf and thigh muscles to stretch for the first time in weeks. His teeth were bared behind the muzzle. His bad leg throbbed. 

Parts inside him stung, too - Robert was never careful or kind, not about that. 

"No! No!" He saw the knife, serrated and long, that Robert used to cut the bread into slices, lying on the kitchen counter, and his breath caught.

He lunged for it.

Robert did, too. 

Finn would have won if Robert hadn't stepped on his leash. 

It pulled him up short and sent him crashing to the ground, coughing. He flipped into his back just in time for Robert to drop down on top of him, twisting the leash and winding it around one heavy forearm until he could pull the choke chain tight. Skin pinched between the links, a sharp bright pain.

Finn gasped, but air didn't come. Eyes wide, he stared up at Robert, who stared right back. 

"Listen, Mouse," He said, voice low. "Deal's done. Already got someone interested, just gotta show him a photo. I did my research, this guy… he'd gonna be good to you just like I am. And he's gonna trade me for a new truck."

He jerked the choke chain again. 

Finn whined helplessly, barely having the breath to make the sounds, his stupid paws batting desperately, pointlessly at the chain. His fingers, closed into the oversized mittens, never able to grip. 

"No-" His voice was a hiss.

"Yes. Now stop your bullshit and let me eat my damn dinner that you were rude enough to interrupt."

"No, no-... Nein, bitte-"

"I said shut the fuck up!"  Robert leaned over and screamed in his face, spit flying and landing on Finn's forehead, his cheeks, the muzzle. His hands were around Finn's neck, then, closed tight. Thumbs pressed to his windpipe, pushing and pushing in.

Finn's traitor heart raced.

His mind wanted any way out of Hell but his body refused to quit, even now. 

Finn managed just enough air to stop his head from spinning, and he screamed back. 

His own voice was wordless and hoarse, muffled and weak, but still he screamed with all the terror and rage he had hidden silently within himself for months. He screamed through the muzzle as Robert shoved his legs apart. Screamed in pain when Robert forced himself in, tearing already-torn places, smearing blood on the floor as it flowed. 

His grip loosened, his attention torn between his hands around Finn’s throat and his cock inside him. 

Finn found another breath.

He screamed.

His air grew less and less with each snap of Robert's hips, gradually tightening the grip on his throat again. Each scream quieter and weaker... less than the last. 

The world went dark when all he had left was a whisper.

Robert let go, stood up and tucked himself back into his pants, left Finn staring sightlessly up at the kitchen ceiling, eyes moving over the popcorn-textured ceiling with no real understanding. He could breathe again, in a throbbing, painful whistling inhale. 

Robert had stopped, like he always did, just before he went too far. 

Now Finn would go to someone new, to be tortured all over again by a new face and touched by new hands. Treated like someone else’s animal to fuck, to beat, to eventually kill.

Finn’s eyes slowly closed. 

Maybe the next one would let him die.

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Trolly Problem - A Genloss Theory/Thoughts focused on Hetch

// This is kinda long, also genloss spoilers

Before I rant, I’m just saying that I feel silly and am just ranting. I saw 1 post about this and went haywire smile

Ok so i’ve been thinking about genloss, specifically, Hetch. Now I know a lot of us see him as villainous, seeing as he did manipulate Ranboo and in a way, killed them. But, as I’ve been thinking, Hetch as a character seemed a bit to simple. A villain, a killer, someone we shouldn’t trust. However, what if that in a way, he as a person was masked a bit. our view has been masked before and I don’t doubt we are free from it. So, my rant begins:

First off, titles. Hetch, apparently, was a name the Scottish used as a nickname for someone crooked. Which, with Hetchs character as we know goes, fits. But, nickname is what gets me. I could ask many questions about naming for some key characters, or a lack of naming. Examples include The Mastermind and The Founder. We are given titles that explain how they are relevant in a way. So, why wouldn’t the same go for Hetch? We know he works for The Founder, so maybe he was renamed to fit the role. The role he needed to serve.

That segway’s into my next point. A post talked about how people with masked in genloss are controllable, like the workers and Ran, as well as including Hetch. So what if Hetch is high in power, nearing The Founder, but still a puppet. Again, new point. It can be assumed that Hetch is a puppet for The Founder. But, what if that isn’t the case. Someone outside of Showfall trying to expose Showfall. But, evident by the 7-foot monster that killed multiple people, and upped security we know from Hetch telling us, simply walking in can’t happen. We know Showfall can’t stop hackers, evident by Hetch and Squiggles interactions, if you can call them that. 

I’ll stop building fluff around this and just say it, I think Hetch is a puppet being used to tear down Showfall Media. However, he works there and was quite high on the job scale. The person who is puppeteering him could be doing what we did to Ranboo in the Cabin. We told Ranboo to go somewhere, but didn’t control a lot of what they did or how they did it, aside from a one worded command. Explore. Could this person controlling Hetch be doing similar things, but with Hetch being aware of Showfall control on Ranboo or just Showfall being able to control people. Or they let him keep those memories, not relevant.

I said i’d stop the fluff then added more so here’s the good part. The person puppeteering Hetch wants us to see him as villainous as well as those working with The Founder, who we assume are well aware of everything, as people who need to be torn down. Making Hetch be the only person from The Founders direct team and our only representative of them it a great idea for the goal of tearing Showfall Media down. If we assume the Founder is the Founder of Showfall. Anyways, with how we view Hetch, maybe they want us to view the rest of them to be untrustworthy. Make us take very thing they say with a grain of salt. 

Ok that’s it, i’m not the best at explaining my theory but I hope it makes sense. A few more things though. If we believe that there is a separating party involved, that could make a neat ending. We have to make one final choice, which villain do we eliminate? Both could leave us with a feeling of dread. Ranboo seems to likes that. Adding on to that, Hetch could be neutral. Controlled by one side, but technically working for the other. Neat character idea. Bonus, stab wound was given to try and make him easier to control. Getting him both mentally and physically tired.

Also, I think you can somewhat ignore the thought of another person puppeteering Hetch or assume is just Hetch acting. But, I don’t think we know enough about Hetch and his true motives, or things threatening him. To finish this off, I pose a question to you:

You know the trolly question? The train going to hit one person or five, and we have to pick. Have you every thought of the person who was controlling the train, or the one who launched it? If they were trying to stop it, to make it better once aware. Would you blame them for the accident, a situation they might have not been able to control? Just some thoughts.

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CW mentions of self-harm specifically cutting (rant about jokes online, discussed in the abstract. not very interesting, not worth feeling uncomfortable reading)

ive never seen a single joke made about the type of s/h that springs to mind when you read the word that didnt feel intensely uncomfortable to read or hear. i dont think its something that is good to make jokes about on say instagram reels because it is something that young people who're prone to being intensely online are Extremely vulnerable to and seeing their favourite creators or even just a fun looking stranger make a casual joke about it could have crazy knock on effects. (cont including examples of jokes under the squiggle)

these days i feel like every alternate fashion person or online personality is like 'me because if i got close enough to a barcode scanner it would go off' or whatever framed in a sort of cute, casual tone that indicates they dont see it as a big deal.

but theres this look in their eye as they tell it, i always see it, that is always so present in people who engage with passive or perhaps the term is 'non-suicidal' (self harm without the intent to end ones life by doing the action) with the intent of having a way to prove their internal pain (there are many reasons a person may do so but this is a common one) asking for you to make it worth it. for you to worry. for it to have worked. to earn the care they lacked. its so fucked up to see. it makes my skin crawl. especially because there are kids who will see it working, will see the nice comments, and think 'oh, thats all i have to do'. its weird. its both a much bigger deal than people realise and not a big deal at all. i wish people would understand the consequences of their actions. theres a reason for its uptick after the rise of social media. you are allowed to do, say, draw whatever you like, but you could hurt someone else. you do have a responsibility when posting to an app like instagram that has a randomised algorithm, or any algorithm at all. if someone can see it without seeking it out then its dangerous to post it

plus like what if someones whos trying to quit sees that? youre going to trigger them in some way or another, right? or youre going to make them feel that the only way to be rewarded is to make a joke of their own. thus continuing it. and no putting a 'CW' at the top is not enough. (i know this post has one. im posting this to my tumblr that is not teenage in its audience or content so i feel safe doing so. i dont have a 'minors DNI' because that has never worked, i just post content i feel is more appealing to people my age. if you guys are vulnerable i hope i have written this in a manner that is detached enough from emotional triggers that if you chose to read it you are able to engage with the subject objectively instead of subjectively)

also cringe is such a powerful weapon. if cool people talk about s/h it will seem cool, but if you literally just make it seem kinda lame people will stop. im not kidding. such a hard thing to navigate because obviously people need love and support but ive literally seen people stop engaging in self harming behaviours because they though it was kinda cringe.

even the way ive described it here, how i see it as a cry for someone to care when someone makes a joke about it, is appealing. it makes it appealing. its cooked man. i dunno