Lupine

I'm Lupine (20s) an amateur artist and writer. I post fanart and stuff about writing and fandoms. I also write gen hurt/comfort and action/adventure on AO3 under TheLupineScribe. I am not doing paid commissions, but feel free to drop doodle requests in my ask box. My blog has content (mainly writing) that depicts violence/injuries, and has swearing

[lupinescribbler]

MacGyver hug compilation, but this time with music and more hugs :) I'm not great at editing but I put a lot of time and effort into this one lol.

Music is "Hug all ur friends" by Cavetown! All clips are from MacGyver (2016)!

If you want version with dialogue/without music

My hug comps

[lupinescribbler]

Sneak peak at the first bit of a MacGyver animatic I'm been working on :p second day in and I'm only like 9 seconds deep... forty more to go!

audio from lucids ep3. Admittedly I've only heard the audio independently and haven't watched it yet, but I really gotta get around to! This sound has lived rent-free in my head for a long time and I'm happy to finally be getting around to using it.

[sanguinifex]

You gotta read and watch some old books and films that aren’t 100% modern politically correct. I’m not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.

Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.

Kill the censor in your head.

[lupinescribbler]

I also think there's something very valuable in deconstructing verbiage versus ideology. This isn't to say that words and how they're utilized isn't important or worth commenting on, but there's a difference between engaging meaningfully with ideas/arguments/thoughts versus having a list of “correct” and “incorrect” words that you flag to validate or invalidate what someone is saying.

Word choice can make you uncomfortable while the overall ideal underlying it is well-intentioned or earnestly progressive, and someone can use all the politically correct buzzwords while saying something insidiously hateful

I think there's a lot you can learn from watching old shows/movies, as well as just talking about that kinda stuff with other generations. For me recognizing the discourse that was relevant at the time + different approaches on discourse that is (often sadly) still relevant gave me a sense of the evolution and history of political and cultural issue. And that helped me better understand and communicate people in my real life who are coming from different generations/experiences. Most importantly it helped me recognize where our ideals align even if our understanding of issues or language around them differ.

This absolutely doesn't mean that you're not going to run into some painfully outdated stuff, however I think if you learn to view older media critically but with an open mind it's gonna give you a lot of perspective.

[lupinescribbler]

Obligatory not quiteee a flashfic, but thought finally writing the beginning of my Prodigal Son & MacGyver crossover was too perfect a fit for the prompt "Mac's Dad isn't his boss... so where was he? AU" for me not to do it. @rosies-writealong hiii

Spoilers for up to s2e4 for MacGyver (lots of refs to that episode, this fic is set right after it)

Shouldn't really be spoilers for Prodigal Son past the basic premise (in this bit at least, the full fic will end up with sooo many s1 spoilers unfortunately)

****excerpt!

“I think he needs a break, that’s all.” Jack complained, sinking back into the plush war room armchair.

“I offered him a longer break, of course I did, he didn’t take it.” Matty was looking down at her tablet, as if she had better things to be doing with her time, but she’d also activated the privacy screen on the windowed walls so Jack knew she was taking him seriously.

“Well, maybe you gotta make him take it.” Jack crossed his arms and then uncrossed them immediately after, feeling uncharacteristically restless. Mac must’ve been rubbing off on him somehow. “He’s Mac.”

“Exactly, he’s Mac.” Matty put down her tablet and looked up at Jack. “This is what he does. The only time he’s taken vacation days since I became director here has been to fly around the world trying to track down his dad. He needs a project at all times, a problem to fix.”

“He might need it, but it sure as hell ain’t always good for him.”

“And what am I supposed to do with that gem of knowledge?” Matty retorted exasperatedly. “Be real, this is not either of your first rodeos. You’ve both been shot at on a daily basis, thrown into cells, interrogated, tortured—“

“This ain’t like that.” Jack interrupted. “Matty, he was at home. This wasn’t a mission, he got abducted at his own damn front door and I wasn’t—“ Jack cut himself off, falling silent. His jaw worked briefly before he grimly continued. “I wasn’t there.”

Matty grimaced. “He got himself free, Jack. He’s ok. Mac can take care of himself, you know that more than anyone.”

“Yeah, well, everybody who was ever able to take care of themselves did so right up until they couldn’t — and Mac shouldn’t hafta. That’s the whole point, why does he have a damn team if when it really matters he’s completely alone?”

“He’s not alone.”

“He was.”

Matty sighed, she moved over to Jack and rested a hand over the back of his, resting on the arm of the sofa. Her voice softened, gentle but emphatic. “You can’t be with him every second of every day, Jack.”

“I can try.” Jack retorted stubbornly.

“Which’ll exhaust you and drive Mac up the wall. Give him a little time to heal, give yourself it.”

“I don’t need to heal.” Jack made a brief sarcastic act of patting himself down as if looking for an injury. “Nothin’ happened to me.”

Matty sighed, her hand slipped away. “You are impossible.”

“Does that mean you’re going to make Mac take a mandatory vacation?”

“No.”

///

“What’re you watching?” Mac called over as he breezed behind the living room couch. He wasn’t really curious but since he’d been under the weather the last couple days and Bozer had been supplying him with a constant stream of — unasked for — foods and meds, he felt obligated to show at least a passing interest.

Bozer hooked an elbow over the back of the couch to peer after Mac as he continued into the kitchen. “It’s this true crime documentary, about some serial killer in NYC.”

“Oh, cool.” Mac’s brain flailed for another good question while the TV droned out some dramatic intro. He didn’t share Bozer’s fondness for true crime, their job veered dangerously close to it at times and that was more than enough exposure for him. “Is it, ah, recent?”

“The documentary is new, the killer was caught and arrested when we were little — long before I started keeping up with this stuff. You feeling any better?”

“Yeah, I told you, it was just a cold.” Mac opened the fridge and only spent a few seconds frowning at its contents before pulling out the milk. It was far too late in the afternoon for cereal, but he was feeling too lazy to make anything else. The worst of the cold was over, but he was still feeling a bit sluggish. “I have got to get back to work soon.”

“Nothing wrong with taking some time off.” Bozer replied noncommittally, but there was something obviously reluctant in his tone.

“…charged with the murder of an astounding twenty-three victims, the man known as ‘the Surgeon’ is one of the most prolific serial killers of his time…” The documentary continued to drone on in the background, flashing photos from missing person’s reports across the screen.

Everyone had been a little… off since Mac’s run-in with Murdoc. Or, at least Mac liked to think of it as a ‘run-in,’ it sounded significantly less traumatizing than an ‘abduction.’ Bozer had been a little too cautious with every word and movement, as if he thought Mac had turned into an easily-to-startle stray animal. Jack had practically lived at their house for the first week, and came over almost every day since — and Mac was pretty sure Riley had been behind the delivery for brand new security cameras to his house. Or maybe the cameras had been Murdoc’s own dark humor, Mac had decided not to bring it up to the others just in case. He was over the whole thing, and didn’t need them up in another tizzy about it. Concretely all that had been done to him was that he’d been tased, hooked up to some kind of barbiturate, and had fun poked at him about his absentee father. It was practically an average Friday night in his line of work, if everyone could be a little more normal about it…

“…as we close on two decades since his arrest, this documentary takes a moment to reflect on what we really know about Martin Whitley’s life and work — who really is the man behind the moniker?”

Mac made his cereal, the documentary mainly a faded background noise. Bozer had twisted back around to look at the TV, which was barely in Mac’s peripheral. 

“…the fateful night The Surgeon’s reign of terror was put to a sudden end with the arrest of Martin Whitley — an unassuming doctor and family man, married to the prominent Jessica formerly Milton, and a father of two…”

Nothing had even happened, it was all about the ghost of what could’ve. Murdoc could’ve tortured him, Murdoc could’ve killed him. Neither of those things had happened, Mac hadn’t let them happen. He’d gotten free, and it was about time for everyone to stop focusing so much on those could’ve’s and start living in the reality where—

On TV, amidst a riot of reporters, an ornate door swung open and James MacGyver was marched out handcuffed and escorted by police.

Blue and red lights flashed over Mac’s father’s face, the same as he’d remembered it back when he was a kid. Scruffy and self-assured, intelligent eyes glinting out at the world as if he somehow was in control of everything. Underneath him ran the headline from a decades old news story, the words dancing in Mac’s vision. It was some blurry mix of The Surgeon, and Surprising Arrest in Connection With. For a split second Mac’s father’s eyes flicked up to meet the camera filming. He looked prideful, like when Mac had finally managed to get the avalanche beacon working by gutting his new Walkman with numbed fingers. He also looked bitter, more bitter than Mac had ever seen him before.

“Mac? That’s…” Bozer’s voice pitched up, glued in a bewildered horror to the TV. His voice overlapped with the crash of ceramic breaking against tile.

[rosies-writealong]

Time flies--this is the LAST set of prompts for the 2026 Writealong.

This challenge uses multiple prompts to give you a variety of inspirations, not because you're expected to somehow use all 4 in a single small story! Although don't let this stop you from trying, if you're up for extra challenge.

If these prompts aren't inspiring you, try the Alternate Prompts.

Tag @rosies-writealong about your fanworks

AO3 Collection: July 2026 MacGyver Flashfic Writealong

[lupinescribbler]

More prodigal son drawings :p

+ refs

[goodluckdetective]

So Hank Green got caught using AI and it’s a whole huge blow up, and I really don’t have much interest in adding to the pile on.

However, I do think this case is great example of what happens when smart people decide they can use these systems “responsibly.”

Let’s put aside the plagiarism and the energy use for a second (not that these don’t matter, but they’re not relevant to my point at the moment) and pretend these systems were made with entirely properly obtained info and ran on only solar, but otherwise were entirely the same. If you’re a person, you might think “okay, I’m going to only use this to come up with ideas for my next paper: I’m going to do all the research myself and the writing, I’m just gonna brainstorm topics.”

The thing is, even if you’re trying to limit use to just “brainstorming” the chatbot isn’t going to limit itself to just brainstorming. You might ask it “what should I write about involving Greek history” and it may suggest “the plague of Athens” but it’s also going to suggest some “basic info” on the plague of Athens that you might end up picking up and deciding your topic is. It’s going to provide you with “research.” And even if you decide to check that research yourself, that’s still setting you down a specific path you might not have picked organically.

And speaking of double checking its “research”, fact checking is a time heavy process. Not only now do you have to read the original text the bot provided, but you also have to compare it line by line with the summary the bot provided. That’s more time than it would have taken to just read the article by itself. And with any time heavy task, people are going to get lazy. And in original research being lazy might mean skimming a paper or an abstract, chatbots allow you to be lazy without looking at the article at all.

And soon enough, despite telling yourself you were only going to use it for brainstorming, you have offloaded topic generation, research and eventually even drafting because that’s what these bots are intended to do. They are not meant to serve as research tools or help brainstorm or serve as a bouncing off board: they are built to encourage maximum engagement. And that means if you go at them with the best of ethical intentions, they are built to tempt you to use them as much as possible, regardless of whatever line you drew in the sand for yourself.

Anyway, my main thought here is you are not smart enough to outwit the dopamine machine. It wants your attention and nothing more. Do not assume you can resist just because you know what’s under the hood.

[goodluckdetective]

Whenever you decide to use a tool, you should consider “what is this tool designed to do” and for LLM’s that answer is “maximize user engagement.” Anything else is in service to that goal.

[lupinescribbler]

Now that I'm free from my artfight obligations I can finally start drawing the little freak (affectionate) from my latest show obsession :p (Prodigal Son)

For anyone who hasn't watched the show, this guy is the human embodiment of a small, trembling, lapdog. Like, canonically. He gets called out for having a "spooked puppy-dog look" in the PILOT.

So far off the top of my head he's been bitten by a black mamba, had cocaine explode in his face, been dangled out of a window via a wrist restraint, and been held at gunpoint a fair few times. That's barely even scratching the surface, and I'm also only on episode seven. If this hasn't sold you on the show already I think we might have very different tastes in media.

[lupinescribbler]

I know we've all been through the inconsistent MacGyver (2016) timeline, but I was just combing through it again while planning for a crossover idea, and realized (or re-remembered?) something kinda funky.

OK, bear with me: the wiki claims Mac was born March 23rd 1992, which would make him like 24 years old at the beginning of the series (which is a little hand-wavey already, since I believe he's described as being 'late twenties' but I digress).

Then we know he was at MIT for two years, dropped out to enlist 2009 and honorably discharged 2012 (S2E12). That means he went to MIT at fifteen, which is obviously early but since my sister started college at thirteen I'm personally willing to accept it.

Anywho, then he would've been 17 or 18 when he enlisted in 2009 (depending before or after March, obviously). Which, ok, already we have baby-faced Mac freshly eighteen enlisting.

THEN, in 2011:

Our favorite guys meet. At this time Mac is 19 or 20 years old.

So. Potentially Jack was beefing with a teenager. In the very least he was beefing with someone not even old enough to drink.

Honestly I've kinda chosen to believe this timeline (still don't remember where the hell 1992 as a date was conjured from) purely because of how hilarious I think it'd be if Jack and Mac are 'celebrating' (as much as Mac would allow) Mac's first birthday since they've known each other, and Mac is bitching about his birthday per usual like "what's there to celebrate? that I can get drunk now?" and Jack bluescreens for a solid five minutes as he finds out Mac is only turning twenty-one. Like, Holy shit, he's a baby.

Jack believing Mac was just one of those mid to late twenties guys who look really young -- and thinking late 20s was pretty young already -- and then he finds out Mac couldn't legally drink for all the time he's known him and he has to have a whole mental crisis over it.

Like....

[lupinescribbler]

Potentially controversial pet peeve I've realized I had recently is people applauding covers for making the songs 'good,' or 'fixing' the original.

A different take on a song will impact people differently, and often a specific emotional delivery + stripping away extra production can make the lyrics reach people when they might've flown under the radar in the original.... but I do find it a little aggravating when people don't view the cover as a way to appreciate the lyrics/some aspect of the original more, but instead as a way to devalue the original.

It's like... those were always the lyrics! They always had this depth and meaning and soul to them. You just didn't connect to them in their original format which isn't a sin or anything, but you can't pretend the original was bereft of those qualities.

I've also seen that dismissiveness of the original predominantly when the original was pop or rap and the cover changed that. It just gives me this art-snobby vibe from it, as if they don't think rap or pop can have clever or emotionally resonant lyrics -- or they don't believe that they could've missed said lyrics because of their bias against or dislike for a genre. Genre preference is normal, but I hate when people feel the need to devalue other genres instead of accepting the subjectivity of it.

Not saying that you can't enjoy a cover more than the original! I often do, I love acoustic versions of songs especially and often enjoy a cover when I'm not a huge fan of the original. However, I respect that the cover is unearthing and highlighting something that I wasn't picking up on in the original.

I also think it can be a good opportunity to examine where personal preference can be impacted subconsciously by cultural biases. Ie, why does a white woman's operatic cover of a rap song suddenly make it high class and soulful? Why is a female pop star's lyrics cringe until a guy covers it verbatim and then its actually cool and clever? (Both examples I've seen in the wild!!!)

I dunno, I guess my point overall is to really recognize that art and your interpretation of it is always extremely subjective and influenced by some implicit level of bias. So enjoy what you enjoy and don't be an ass about it.

[rosies-writealong]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I heard this was a flashfic that got out of hand. On the downside, oops; on the upside more cake!

[lupinescribbler]

😅 oops! You found me! :p

It's so sweet of you to include it in the writealong anyways :)))

[mikayuumouse]

Is it bothering to you when somebody comments on your fic “when’s the next update?”

Yes

No

Depends?

Voting ended onAug 3

Also if you click the “depends?” option feel free to explain any specifications lol I wanna see what people think about this kind of thing, because it can be so varying

[lupinescribbler]

This is a hard one :p

I think it can come across as a little pushy/entitled about something that required a lot of effort from me and that they get for free. I would definitely appreciate it being worded differently or at least including a compliment alongside questioning/requesting an update. I don't think people necessarily realize that a comment solely pushing for an update motivates me less than receiving a quick appreciative comment.

However in the end I recognize that it's someone who enjoys my story and is eager to keep reading it, even if they're phrasing it in a way that's a little tactless. I appreciate the person behind it, and the fact that they're taking the time to read and comment on my story. I already feel pretty lucky that I have any form of an audience, and I don't want to take that for granted.

[lupinescribbler]

who knew that all I needed to be able to write prolifically was to take part in a drawing challenge

[tragediegh]

stay vigilant. there are still people out there who will try to convince you that eating fruit is somehow bad for your body

[lupinescribbler]

My first successful flashfic for the MacGyver Flashfic writing challenge :D (ao3 link) (using alternate prompts) @rosies-writealong hiii

There's things you lose as a kid that you can't get back. Mac searches a box in his garage for one of those things. Jack tries to help.

***

“Hey, Riley wanted to let you know that’s she’s gonna be late… whoa, whatcha got there?”

Mac startled at Jack’s booming voice in a way that seemed a little ‘hand in the cookie jar’-esque. Jack was good at recognizing that particular look, and his curiosity was immediately piqued.

However when he made his way through the disaster zone that was Mac’s garage, he found that the box Mac had been curled over was far from exciting. It was full of old binders and albums, all some kind of nondescript.

Mac blew out a breath, grabbing the cardboard box top and moving to put it back on. “Ok. We need to tell Bozer so he knows he should push back when he starts the roast…”

“Yeah, talked to him already.” Jack dismissed, not at all interested in that convo anymore. He pulled out a binder before Mac could close the box and flipped it open.

“Jack…” Mac sighed irritably, but didn’t move to snatch it away.

It was full of old photos, the first one Jack focused on was one of a little blond kid — maybe only four, but there was something about his impish smile that seemed familiar.

“Oh my god, is this you?” Jack grinned.

Mac groaned softly. “Yeah, can you put that back now?”

“Oh absolutely not.” Jack flipped a laminated page. Baby Mac in a bathtub full of bubbles, rubber duck evidently placed on his head by someone, scowling at the camera with the same thoughtful problem-solving expression he still used — minus the pouting. Jack cooed. “Ohhh, my heart can’t take this.”

Mac’s patience snapped and he grabbed for the binder. Expecting this, Jack rocked backwards, holding the book well over his head and tilting it to keep looking from flat on his back on the ground. Mac’s hand braced on Jack’s chest as he tried to crawl over Jack to reach for the book. Jack got a foot up on Mac’s chest to hold him back. Jack kept flipping through the book before frowning with disappointment. “Aww, the whole back half is empty…”

In the back of Jack’s head the timeline belatedly clicked together. Four year old Mac, then… oh. 

Jack let his bracing leg drop back down to the ground and Mac snatched the book away. Mac didn’t really look at him, just frowned down at the book as he closed it with a snap.

“I’m trying to find a photo.” Mac confessed with a certain guardedness, dropping the binder back into the box. “But I don’t… I’m starting to think I don’t have it.”

Jack picked out a different binder from the box, slowly, and after Mac didn’t comment he flipped it open with more reverence than before. Baby Mac, probably just a few months old, sleeping on his dad’s chest. “What’re you looking for?”

Mac didn’t respond immediately. Jack kept looking at photos. Most seemed to be just of Mac, or Mac with his dad.

“Y’know, on average the earliest conscious memory a person has tends to be at about three or four years. The inability to remember before that point is called infantile amnesia.” Mac started talking rather than answering Jack’s question. He had the same brisk, casual tone he usually had when explaining something educational. “It’s not just before the age of three either, there’s this… this period where memories are all fragmented. Five… six, that’s where autobiographical memory seems to stabilize. That’s when you start really being able to remember stuff properly.” 

Jack didn’t pipe up, even when Mac left a long pause, he just played with the corner of the album page where the laminated sheets were starting to peel apart. On it Mac proudly presented a cricket in his cupped hands with a gleam in his eyes. A woman’s hand descended from off-camera to gently hold his wrist — maybe to make sure his next course of action wasn’t to stick the insect in his mouth. Jack felt something like a lump in his throat that he tried to ignore. Mac’s rambling voice picking up his train of thought again didn’t help.

“It’s like… you knew it at the time, obviously, when you’re three or whatever, you have it. You have all those memories, of yesterday and the week before and the year before. You have that memory of… of things. Then you get old enough, and your brain changes, and you just… can’t retrieve it anymore. Isn’t that infuriating?”

Jack looked up at Mac and closed the book gently. “What’re you looking for, hoss?”

Mac was quiet. His gaze drifted away from Jack and back down at the box. He rocked on his heels restlessly. “My dad didn’t take many photos, y’know. I was just… I was just hoping there would be one where she wasn’t behind the camera.”

“Mac…”

Mac blinked rapidly, then his face twisted into a reactionary scowl and he straightened up to standing. Jack followed him up, leaving the album behind.

“It’s not fair.” Mac finally said, every word a harsh staccato. “Right? It’s not fair that I get so… so little of her.”

“It’s not.” Jack agreed softly.

Mac’s lips thinned. He stared at the garage door like he was trying to burn a hole in them, or like he was trying to find something far beyond them. Jack shifted a half step closer so they were only a few inches apart, perpendicular, but stayed quiet.

Mac’s jaw worked, his brows furrowed, his lips pressed hard back against his teeth, a muscle in his cheek jumped. Jack waited.

Then something gave out. Mac’s eyes slipped shut, his brow relaxed minutely, his jaw slackened. The corners of his mouth twisted slightly but sharply down. His shoulders dropped. Something heavy crashing over his features, like he’d finally let it drop.

Jack wasn’t sure if he audibly went ‘c’mere’ under his breath, or if he just thought it. Either way Mac turned into him, closing the sparse inch or so between them, and Jack’s arms were ready.

[captainclickycat]

I've talked about reasons I don't like internet censorship a lot in the past, but one reason that's more specific than most is that if someone writes "shot" as "sh*t", no matter how clear the context is, I am not going to process the word as "shot".

[lupinescribbler]

Absolute children