Fandomtrashfox

Made in 2002. BLM. ACAB. Queer+Disabled. This is a fandom blog, mainly. DNI: Pr*shippers, MAPs, Z--philes, Racists, Sexists, Queerphobes, Ableists.

[fandomtrashfox]

~About Me~

Hello ladies, gentleman, and variations thereupon! Welcome to my page.

   I’m Fandomtrashfox, and welcome to my page! I’m an auDHD homoflexible, manflux dude with OCD and C-PTSD who loves fandoms and writing. (My pronouns are He/It. Please don’t use ‘They’ for me.) Note: Every post before 2023 is old and might not reflect my current views on a character/headcanons.

Rules/DNI Below:

DNI if:

You are/support pedos/MAPS, incestuous ppl, zoophiles, necrophiles, and/or other radqueer shit.

You support glorifying/romanticizing/sexualizing i*cest, p*dophilia, and/or b*stiality. (Stepfamily, adopted family, and selfcest/clonecest does count.) both irl and in fiction.

You support Doxxing/Harassment/Death threats

Queerphobes, Racists, Sexists, Ableists, Anti-semites, etc.

You fetishize marginalized groups of people or support doing so.

You ship real people or sexualize celebrities/real people.

You are/support pro-life.

X readers will only be done with characters who are 20+. We don’t do age-ups around here, gross.

I don’t write for canon x canon or oc x canon. Reader-insert stories are the only ships I’m willing to write.

I don’t do female readers.

I refuse to do anything about the MCU past phase 3. As far as I’m concerned, the MCU ended at Endgame, at the furthest.

Fem-aligned peeps DNI with the male reader fics. Please.

I WILL NOT write about real people. (Mcyt, Kpop stars, actors, etc.

Occasionally, I’ll post content that isn’t fandom-related. This content will have the ‘#not fandom related’ tag.

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In the tags, if you remember, put the first fandom you joined.

[fandomtrashfox]

Just watched Iron Lung and holy shit-

The film critics don't know shit, I have ADHD and I was enthralled the entire time. How dare they say it was boring???

That ending, especially, like holy shit-! I am so lost about what's going on and only half-sure of anything lore-wise, but yeah! FUCK THAT ELDRITCH BITCH! GET HER SIMON!

[fandomtrashfox]

No spoilers, please!

Me, seeing people start posting about Hail Mary: "Man, this looks like a sick movie, I should watch it. I'm gonna wait until it's out so I can find it on a totally legal website, though." Me, days later, still seeing mostly wholesome content about it: "Man... people... really like these characters, huh?" Me, even more days later, still seeing almost nothing except wholesome fanart: "...They all die, don't they?"

[baxs-tblr]

Being a fan of a morally grey character is frustrating because people will try to reduce them to either being an innocent little angel or a completely heartless monster and both of these interpretations just take away what makes the character interesting

[uptownthots]

its interesting to me how peoples desperation to delegitimize anything they dont agree with by implying its christian in nature has resulted in people saying things like hating pedophiles, having feminist or anti-racist beliefs, or Not Supporting Sex Traffickers are all inherently rooted in christian ideology. which is incorrect to an almost unfathomable degree

[paper-mario-wiki]

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

[itsfelixiguess]

[fandomtrashfox]

Nit-picking Skeletor's voice

I hate Skeletor's voice in the new He-Man movie.

And it's not because it's different, don't get me wrong. I understand why they had to change it; they wanted Skeletor to be intimidating, and having the normal Skeletor voice, especially for new audiences, would've made that really difficult. But... why did they have to change it so drastically?

Mark Hamill did a great job as Skeletor in He-Man Revolution, imo. It sounded enough like him that I could see it, and was intimidating enough that I could buy the characters being afraid of him.

I'm not saying to bring Mark Hamill back necessarily, but at least make it sound something like Skeletor, right? I feel like they made a huge mistake letting Jared Leto play him already, but that voice, ugh.

This is mostly just a nitpick; I'm still excited to watch it, lol. This nit-pick is also coming from someone who - though I was born in the 2000s - 'grew up' watching 80s and 90s cartoons because of my parents. So yes: I have seen He-Man; I'm intimately aware of what the show was like, and I love that cartoon to bits.

[fandomtrashfox]

Feralformers! Part 2 - Omegatron

Story/continuity: Feralformers!AU - Gen 1/Skybound adjacent Word count: 790 Trigger warnings: None

Previous part: Part 1 - Crowscream

Featuring: Omegatron/Megatron Optimus Prime

Another part of my Feralformers!AU; Omegatron (you can thank my mother for that name, lol) wakes up last, to find only one other bot nearby; Optimus.

Megatron's optics fluttered open, and a great pain ran through his frame. The Teletraan 1's roof, coated in rust and caved in, greeted him awake. Vines and moss covered metal, rocks, and stalactites, now fused with the tunnels and caves, forever grounded.

Megatron's processor felt fuzzy as he forced his limbs to move, and he couldn't remember why. As he sat up, he realized he couldn't remember a lot of things. Megatron ran his servos over his helm to will his name to memory, and a low growl rumbled in his intake.

"Hello?" Megatron's head snapped toward the voice, which sounded achingly familiar. "I was worried you'd never wake up! Are you okay?"

Another bot stood a few feet away, tall and strong with a red and blue frame. Reddish-brown fur fell down his back, hooves on his pedes, and a pair of long, regal antlers on his shoulder plates.

Megatron narrowed his optics, but despite the lingering feeling that this bot was familiar, Megatron couldn't decide why. He opened his mouth, but forming the words felt like chewing on a brick.

The bot stepped closer with a servo held out to him. "Here, let me help."

Megatron felt the urge to smack his servo away, but didn't know why. Instead, Megatron grabbed the bot's hand and allowed himself to be pulled upright. Somehow, the touch felt simultaneously familiar and like something forbidden. Megatron could feel a fuzzy tail uncurl behind him, and when he looked over himself, he found parts of his metal frame covered in fur, fangs filled his maw, a wolf-like ornament adorned his chassis, and the tips of his digits had long, thick claws.

"My name is Optimus." The bot said, a smile on his face. "Do you remember anything?" Megatron shook his head, and Optimus' shoulder plates slumped. "Ah." Optimus paused, then rested a servo on Megatron's shoulder. "It's alright; I don't remember much either." Megatron huffed and pulled his shoulder away.

The computer on the other side of the room flickered, its screen too badly damaged, and the only light in the room, filled with shifting static. Megatron could see imprints of what he could only assume were other bots, long gone after they'd woken up. He felt the urge to find them, track them all down and drag them back like misbehaving children. At least this one, Optimus, stayed close; Megatron could only assume he was the second in command. Megatron turned to Optimus, a servo pointed to one imprint, and gave another huff.

"I don't know where they went." Optimus replied, "Maybe they thought we were dead?"

Megatron scoffed as he rolled his optics at the thought. He reached out and grabbed Optimus by one of his antlers; Optimus jolted as Megatron dragged him along, but followed regardless. As if they'd simply die so easily? As if their group would all survive, but the leader and second-in-command would be the only casualties?

The mouth of the cave was high, and the sunlight shone across treetops, dappled with sparkling dewdrops from recent rain. Megatron barely paid the sight any mind, though, focused on his task of gathering the others. He wasn't sure what they were to each other, but he knew they couldn't survive on their own; a lingering instinct that felt equal-parts alien and familiar.

"It's… beautiful." Optimus muttered, his optics fixated on the distant rising sun and the sky of pink, orange, and purple brushstrokes. The interior of the cave was so dark and rusted that the easel of nature's beauty made Optimus freeze in place.

Megatron tried to pull him along, but Optimus didn't seem to notice. Megatron pulled harder, but it made no difference. Finally, he forced his processor to speak, but words felt like cotton balls in his intake and spilled like slime from his lips. "You pay attention now." Optimus turned to look at him with wide optics, and Megatron finally pulled him from his trance. Megatron stuttered more than he'd like, but added all the same, "We f-f-find others."

Optimus raised a brow at how Megatron talked, but put it aside for now. "Okay. Let's find our friends." Optimus lunged past Megatron on pure instinct; metal shifted and fur stretched across plating until Optimus' alt mode stood, a strong stag with a noble crown of antlers.

Megatron hesitated, but the pull of instinct made him follow. With a leap, loud mechanical sounds erupted in Megatron's audials, and a massive, red-eyed wolf replaced him as he landed. Optimus gave a happy hop, and Megatron gladly led the way, tail and nose held high as his second-in-command followed close behind.

Ah yes, this felt familiar; Megatron just knew all was right with the world now.

[fandomtrashfox]

The one problem with being a gay male selfshipper (beyond the weird amount of queerphobia in fandom) is the annoying problem that 80% of 'x reader' fanfics are extremely feminine-oriented and/or woman-coded.

Even gender-neutral fanfics will so often end up having the reader be woman-coded, whether they imply the reader wears dresses/skirts, 'accidentally' uses she/her, or many other things. BUT if you're REALLY unlucky, even the male reader fanfics will be woman-coded!

I shit you not: I once read a 'male reader x character' fanfic where halfway through the fucking story, the writer went: "Oh, yeah, by the way, you're wearing a skin-tight floor-length red dress and the character is calling you his wife, now." And I swear to god-

No indication anywhere, except in an author's note at the end that just went: "Oh, because men should be able to rock a dress, haha!" in the most overly defensive way possible.

Girl, be for real, you just don't like writing gay men and/or are poorly trying to hide your homophobia.

And like- I know the response is "Write the things you want to see", but sometimes, I just wanna read. And half the time, I end up looking back on anything I write and hating it, so-

[fandomtrashfox]

That feeling when you go to the wiki, fandom wiki, or a general theory/review/etc for whatever you're obsessed with, and as you're reading/listening to the synopsis, you go:

"Wow... these guys read things WAY differently than I did."

[geek-ramblings]

https://glaad.org/fcc/

[fandomtrashfox]

Multiple video titles: Hazbin Hotel has a morality problem!

The video: *Talks about the stuff Charlie says is moral - often references real biblical moral stuff, such as sex after marriage - which is literally shown multiple times in the series to be untrue and naïve thinking.* *Talks about Charlie being the 'moral paragon' of the series, when that's literally shown in-show and in the clips they use to not be the case.*

Do people just... not think about the things they watch anymore? Can we get some media literacy for the table, please?

Like, ffs there's plenty of shit you can criticise the series for (Angel's abuse being a punch line in Season 2, Alastor being forced to watch sex in Season 2, Sir Pentious' infamous bar thing in Season 1, etc), but literally 90% of what these people talk about is so obviously not true, wtf are they on about?

[fandomtrashfox]

YouTube 'reviewer' talking about season 2: "Oh, why are people calling Charlie 'Hitler' as an insult? Shouldn't hell be worshipping Hitler?"

Please tell me you're not that stupid. Please tell me that's supposed to be a joke, and that you're not THAT media illiterate. PLEASE.

Ah yes, this show about how not everyone who does bad things is a bad person, and that people are capable of changing to be better - the same show that goes out of its way to show multiple times that not everybody in hell is a piece of shit - should DeFiNaTeLy bE WoRsHiPpInG hItLeR.

Are you fucking kidding me dude????

[fandomtrashfox]

-Transformers: Baby Mine-

Word Count: 1,458 words Fandom: Transformers - Original Continuity (No name yet) Genre: Whump, Hurt no comfort Possible Triggers: Coercion, Slavery, Minor body horror, Childbirth(?), Pregnancy(?), Kidnapping(?), and forceful Child/Parent separation. Characters featured: D-16/Megatron - Congratulations, it's a boy! D-16's Sparkling/??? - Not an OC, try to guess who it is! :D D-16's Master/The Quintesson - The shitlord Sky Byte - Mr "I'm about to cause problems on purpose" Synopsis: Before D-16 met Orion, became Megatron, and rebelled against the enslavement of the Cybertronians, D-16 was manipulated by his master into creating a sparkling. Though hating it at first, D-16 couldn't help but get attached, only to have his sparkling ripped away from him. Note: This fic is kinda headcanon-heavy for how I headcanon sparklings to work. D-16's situation is pretty standard for how it goes, although he kept the baby in his chassis longer than most usually would. (Because if they kept them in too long, the baby might accidentally kill them.)

"You wanted to see me?" D-16 asked as he stepped into the room. The screens and blinking lights of his master's chambers filled each corner with darkness, which obscured detail and made monsters of shadows. There was a long pause of silence; the tendrils of D-16's master went still, and D-16 sighed as he realized why. "…You wanted to see me, Master?"

The Quintesson turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. "Come here." It said, a tendril curled to point at the spot beside its wriggling mass of a form. D-16 moved before he could think, stood tall and at attention beside his master like the loyal dog he was. "I have something I want to discuss with you."

The quintesson's tendrils slithered over the keys of the computer, sharp digits tapped too fast for D-16 to track, until the computer's screen lit up with a pre-recorded video.

D-16 himself in the fighting pit, the head of his greatest gladiatorial rival in his servo, a scream bellowed from his throat into the sky as quintessons and cybertronians alike in the stands cheered for him.

"You have been far more successful in the pits than any slave I've owned before." D-16's master began, as a few more key clicks pulled more clips of D-16's triumphs. "You're superior to most, and I want more like you."

D-16's brow furrowed. "Sir?" His voice wavered as his optics turned to his master, who was now staring far too intently at him.

The quintesson's tendril raised, but stopped just shy of D-16's faceplate. "You have superior genes, son." His voice hissed despite the sickly sweet tone he used. "I want more of you, and you are going to help me achieve that."

"Y-you aren't suggesting cloning…" D-16 whispered as he took a step back.

"No," the quintesson rolled his eyes. "Of course not; clones are always sickly, weak, and useless things." Its voice hissed like spilt acid at the thought. "No, you're going to make another, with this."

D-16's master held out a tendril, the claw clutched a piece of metal that D-16 recognized. "A reproduction chip?" Then it clicked for him. "Sir, y-you can't-"

"I spent far too many credits on the chip of another powerful bot for you to say 'no'." His master shoved the chip into D-16's servos.

D-16 stared down at the chip in silence - a small piece of metal, waiting to be joined with another reproductive chip and incubated inside a spark chamber.

A small growl escaped the quintesson's throat, but a smile replaced its deep scowl. "How about this?" As the quintesson circled behind D-16 with curled and slithering tendrils, it leaned in and whispered, "I won't send you to the pit until the sparkling is grown, if you do this."

D-16's expression shifted, and his optics darted from the chip to the floor. "…Really?" No answer came, but would it matter if it had?

After a few moments, D-16's chassis clicked open wide for him to reach in. D-16 didn't need a guide or a glance, as his instincts already knew where to find it; a chunk of metal like a puzzle piece, which unlatched far too easily with a simple tug.

As D-16 pulled it out, his optics softened a little; two pieces, like a plug and a socket. Was it right to bring a sparkling into quintesson slavery?

"What are you waiting for?" His master whispered into his audio receptors. "Do you want to be sent into the pit tomorrow?"

D-16 let out a huff, gritted his denta, and after a moment of hesitation, pushed his servos together, plugged the two reproductive chips, and locked them together with a twist that let out a click like a cocking gun to his head. D-16 reached back into his chassis and set the active chip inside, and his chassis swung shut with the finality of a morgue door.

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D-16 forced himself forward, his legs thundered with each step as he searched for an empty room. He could feel the little thing squirm in his chassis, ready to come out as it already scratched at his interior. Its little claws were more painful than D-16 thought they'd be, but he couldn't let that deter him from his task; if he had to deal with this, he wanted to do it somewhere safe.

Cameras were everywhere, sharkticons waddled down the halls, but after an hour of searching, D-16 finally found it. A storage room with nothing of note inside; no prying eyes, no guards, no master.

D-16 snuck inside as quietly as possible, his jaw clenched as he felt a sharp digit scrape against the metal dangerously close to his spark. He had to bite back the urge to yelp at the sensation as he sealed the door shut behind him, and nearly collapsed against a giant metal container full of energon. "Stop squirming!" D-16 barked, half-tempted to rip open his chassis and yank it out.

He took a deep breath, then let his chassis unlatch and open. The newly formed, thick membrane of sticky blue energon greeted him, already partially torn by the sparkling's incessant clawing.

The moment fresh air filled his chassis, a squeak escaped his interior, and the little beast's scratching and squirming grew more erratic. D-16 had to grab his own throat and squeeze just to keep from screaming out in pain as the claws ripped through the membrane and wire that had grown over his chassis interior. Wire and membrane ripped away and devoured by the little parasite that D-16 wanted to throw across the room for putting him in such pain. Energon dripped and spilled across his body and onto the floor; D-16 almost felt like he'd bleed out, and it just wouldn't end fast enough.

Then it stopped.

D-16's breathing came ragged and labored as he felt the pain ebb and gradually subside. Burning hatred rumbled in his spark for the parasite that inflicted such pain on him. His helm snapped upward, ready to squeeze the life out of the little insect, but when his optics finally settled on it, he froze.

Round, small, made of soft living rubber and barely any hard metal. The little creature was so tiny and helpless; how could it possibly be responsible for all the pain he felt? As D-16's chassis shut, he barely felt the membrane and wire caught in the door, focused on the tiny piece of him that stared back.

His servos were already around it before he could think twice, and he held the beastie against his warm, rumbling chassis. The sparkling's mouth opened with a tiny yawn as it rubbed its head with a claw and curled against him.

D-16 stared, mouth agape as words failed to come. Its wide optics so perfectly mirrored D-16's, down to their rose-red color.

"I thought you'd be uglier." D-16 muttered with a chuckle, and his sparkling only blinked in reply. "But… I guess you are mine."

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D-16 threw himself forward with a loud roar, the blade in one arm extended but barely missed the Quintesson. "Let him go!" The proud warrior bellowed as he dodged his master's initial strike. His instincts boiled the energon in his veins as his sparkling's squeals of fear filled him with white-hot rage.

"How long have you kept this from me?!" The quintesson's tendrils surged, one sliced in two by D-16's blade. His master winced, and like a predator scenting weakness, D-16 lunged.

Crash! Just as D-16 was about to make impact, there he was. "Stand down." D-16 struggled and writhed under the leg that held him down, his helm twisted aside to stare up at Sky Byte. "Dinner is right around the corner, you know, and I'd hate to spoil my appetite." The sharkticon's glossa licked over his sharp denta as a drip of lubricant-saliva spilled to land on D-16's face.

Before D-16 could speak, his Master's tendril grabbed his faceplate and yanked him to stare into his eyes. "Answer me, you ungrateful pile of scrap! How long has it been since your sparkling emerged?!" D-16 clenched his jaw, and with a growl, surged to bite down on his master's tendril.

Not a moment later, with a hard swing, his master launched D-16 across the room, and his body collided with the screen of his master's computer. In mere moments, he felt the pain of shattered glass, then wires as they fired electricity through his metal. D-16's screams joined those of his sparkling; squeaking and squealing as they ripped his child away from him.

When the loud pop of electricity that plunged the tower into darkness finally released D-16, he had only seconds before he hit the ground, unconscious.

In those few seconds, D-16 realized he'd failed.

[daaria]

[creativereadingfanfiction]

Loki’s face when hearing Thor say this, right after he figured out he was Jotun.

[loki-freyjason]

My god, he must have been so terrified here…look how he’s trying to calm himself down and breathe properly.

We know from The Avengers that Thor didn’t care about Loki’s heritage, but that was a year on (who knows how long it took him to accept it?) and Loki had no way of knowing how Thor would react, particularly fired up with blood-lust after their fight on Jötunheim.  No wonder he refused to rescind Thor’s banishment, and lied to him to make sure he stayed on Earth.

What would happen to him if the secret got out?  Being the second (and less favoured) prince would only protect him so much.  A single Jötun in the middle of Asgard, with only one person (Frigga) knowing the truth of why he’s there, and Odin asleep…in fact being a member of the royal family could make it more dangerous for him, if people saw it as an attempt at infiltration.  It would be so easy to accuse him of causing Odin’s collapse, deliberately keeping the true heir away so that Jötunheim could launch a coup on Asgard.  (And the incident in the vault during Thor’s coronation would seem to support this.)

The Warriors Three and Sif were willing to commit treason against him just because he refused to bring Thor back to Asgard, and that’s without knowing he was a frost giant.  If they had found out, I think it’s likely they would have begun a civil war.  Heimdall’s testimony would have been especially damning.  How much could Frigga do to save Loki, and would it even be safe for her to do so?  We see in Thor: Ragnarok how quickly the Asgardian army turns on someone they don’t consider the true heir.

Loki wasn’t just freaking out about being a “monster” during this movie.  He must have been in fear of his life the entire time as well.

[helpmotasem5]

Oh my God, my wife collapsed today from extreme hunger and went to the hospital.

My wife is three months pregnant and suffering from severe malnutrition. My youngest child, who is a year and a half old, cries constantly from hunger, and his mother is hospitalized.

For a week now I have been pleading with you to help me so that I don't lose any of my family members.

If anything happens to any of my family, I will never forgive anyone. Remember, I asked you for help and no one helped me.

[helpmotasem5]

We are living through very difficult times. I implore you, with compassion, to help my family.

I don't want to lose my wife or my child. They desperately need your help.

Please donate to save my family.

• Chuffed - PayPal - Vetted#722

[helpmotasem5]

These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.