Seeing my favorite characters put against each other during the Tumblr sexyman contest is like your thruple breaking up and having to choose which one you move out with 💔
Look I'm totally here for any and all bloodymary dynamics but like. Sometimes its a little out of character. Like dom simon?? Topping grace?? I'm sorry but that man very canonically did not want to be inside a sub :/
Seeing my favorite characters put against each other during the Tumblr sexyman contest is like your thruple breaking up and having to choose which one you move out with 💔
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.
And I've just realized that the fandom gets very caught up in Simon being a wet cat and a sad man
And I noticed that we have forgotten that Simon, throughout the movie, and even in some flashbacks, is very stubborn and somewhat argumentative and very easily and quickly irritated
Like yeah Simon has his moments of crumpling to the floor and doing some stupid shit when the depression hits like drinking rubbing alcohol, who wouldn't have a breakdown of some sort in that situation?
But he ends up picking himself back up each time determined that he is not going to die in the blood ocean. There are even points in the movie where he says "what's the point?" While STILL pushing forward
And even when you reach the end of the movie and he realizes that he is going to die in the blood ocean and nothing can be done about it, he is still stubborn and he still fights to the very end
I mean, he ripped his own fucking arm off.
He actively challenged Elli and talked back to a god.
And I feel that in a lot of fan art and fanfiction that I've seen people are forgetting that
And that's not to criticize the art or the role players or the fanfiction because I've seen all that on here and it's good and I enjoy it, and i like sad Simon moments also, (one of my favorites being "you sent me down here to die and you dont even known my name?") but I would really love to see more true to character, angry and determined Simon content
YES. I think in fandom spaces, people have a habit of… for lack of a better word, infantilizing their favorite characters? Which I agree, “poor lil guy”-ing is fun in moderation, but when that’s all I see… idk. It happens in a cycle with a Lot of especially male characters for some reason.
This!! There were several instances where he was angry (justified obvs) but he was lashing out non the less!! He fricking fried Jacks character with x-rays. He shows remorse. But he is a stubborn ass and a spiteful bastard. The whole execution thing is played so wonderfully cause like. He's so spiteful that he refuses to die. He is so mad at the whole world and everything around him wanting him to die that he just refuses.
(the Undertale fan in me is giggling rn)
10/10 character. No uwu sad boy. Just pure spiteful determination
Summary: somehow you got a job at fredbear’s, but what you thought was a dream come true, suddenly becomes a nightmare.
Warnings: non-con, blood, fingering, age-gap, groping, power imbalance, virgin reader, mentions of murder.
A/N: this is a request! hope you like it anon, i really enjoyed writing this! <3
It’s been a few weeks since fazbear entertainment hired you to be a part-time apprentice mechanic at fredbear’s family diner. The pay is good, you get free pizza, and you can work with the animatronics that you’ve loved since you were a teen. So it really is the perfect place for your first job.
Usually you repair and give maintenance to fredbear and security puppet, with Henry by your side most of the time to guide you. But you have a natural talent to it, so he’s never had to worry about you doing something wrong.
However, you have strictly prohibited to touch springbonnie, not unless William tells you to. And today is one of those days.
When you walked in, ready to start your shift, William told you to follow him to the parts & services room, only to find springbonnie on the ground, not in good conditions. You’re not sure what happened to him, but his right ear flopped to the front, his bow fell, and his jaw got stuck.
Also some weird stains appeared on his yellow fur, but William just brushed it off, the suit was used at a party and the kids were a little rough with him, that’s all, nothing too serious.
You didn’t question his words, you’ve seen with your own eyes how careless and rude the kids are nowadays, so you immediately got to work, determined to get springbonnie back to normal.
Without realizing it, you spent hours on it, more than your shift is supposed to be. You fixed the screws, got some loose springlocks back to their place, and even cleaned the stains with peroxide because nothing else seemed to work. Those dark brown handprints definitely weren’t chocolate cake.
But you don’t mind at all, you’re just happy to do your job and get springbonnie to look much better. Once you finish, you set the animatronic mode and get him to stand up, but he can’t go outside just yet, his fur needs to dry, so you turn off the sound sensors and performance mode until tomorrow.
Now you need to go home, your parents must be wondering why you aren’t home for dinner, you’re never late. But first, you go to the employee’s bathroom to wash your hands. Whatever those stains were had a strong smell that’s been making you feel nauseous.
And as if that wasn’t enough, you have a gut feeling that something is not right. It’s like if your instinct told you that you shouldn’t have cleaned that.
“You did a pretty good job” William’s voice echoes in the empty hallway when you open the door and step out of the bathroom. “The suit looks fantastic, almost new”.
“Thank you” you answer with a smile, pleased to hear that he liked the way you worked with his beloved animatronic.
“Did you know that you’re my favorite employee?” he asks, out of the blue, but this time there’s something in his voice that you had never heard before.
“I didn’t knew that, but i appreciate it, sir” you say, more shy than ever, nervously playing with you hands.
Most of your coworkers complain about Mr. Afton being a complete asshole, but you don’t thinks so, he’s been really kind to you since your first day, so you don’t think much of it when you see him there, under the dim light of the hallway, smiling at you.
“Well, you see, i’m thinking about giving you a raise and a full time shift” he says, taking a few steps closer to you until his imposing tall figure is all you can see. “I can even name you employee of the month… but first i need to know what you’re willing to do for me.”
Those last words don’t sit right to you. You know perfectly that he’s not talking about your job anymore, his sexual intentions are more than evident. And you don’t know how to act, or what to say, you can just feel your heart pounding faster inside your chest.
“What do you mean?” you play innocent, praying for it to just be a misunderstanding.
“You know exactly what i mean” William tilts his head to the side and uses the tip of his finger to put a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock, or you can just spread those pretty legs and let me fuck you. The choice is yours.”
A shiver runs down your spine. You never thought he would be so direct, and so damn perverted, his facade of successful businessman worked so well that you never expected those words to come out of his mouth. And the man that you once admired, now makes you feel disgusted.
“N-No, sorry, i-i don’t want to do that and i don’t need the raise” you stumble over your own words, taking a few steps back until your back touches the wall.
That’s it, that little touch reminds you that you’re trapped. It’s a dead end hallway, the only two doors there lead to the bathroom and parts & services, you can’t escape from any of those, but you can still try to make a run past him.
Anything is better than to stay there, with an old man whose intentions are purely repulsive. So before anything else happens, you sprint, trying to run as fast as you can.
But it doesn’t last long, soon you can only feel how he tugs your jacket and your back slams against the purple wall again, but this time with enough force to make you yelp, almost taking all the air out of your lungs.
“A feisty little girl, aren’t you?” William chuckles, using his forearm to keep you in place, pressing it to your neck. “I asked nicely, but if you want to fight then we’re gonna fight, i don’t have a problem with using force, darling.”
“Let me go please” you plead, teary eyed, digging your nails onto his clothed arm.
You’re way too scared to try and scape again, you know there’s no chance of you winning against a man who is taller and a lot more stronger than you. He can easily do anything he wants to you, and you can’t stop him.
“Shhh, don’t cause a scene” he clamps a hand over your mouth, muffling all of your desperate sounds. “I’ll make you feel real good, i promise”.
You don’t want him to touch you, you don’t like him in the slightest, you just want to yell and run away, but now he has you trapped between the wall and his strong body. There’s nothing left for you to do, so you just close your eyes and accept your fatidic fate.
One of his large hands travels down your shirt, groping your tits, and then makes its way down to the waistband of your pants, quickly working on the button and zipper to pull them down your legs.
“You a little old to be wearing cotton panties with a little pink bow, don’t you think?” He mocks you, tugging them to the side, finally exposing your untouched pussy.
It feels so humiliating, and you try your best to squeeze your thighs together, but he still manages to get his hand between your legs, exploring your wet folds with the tip of his fingers.
He’s way too experienced, you can tell just by his precise movements and how quickly he finds your clit, starting to rub circles on it at a slow pace.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” William whispers to your ear, so close that his beard tickles your skin. “Just look at how your little body reacts to me, i know it’s the first time someone touches you like this”.
You hate it, you hate him, and you hate the way your natural instincts take over your whole being, causing you to open your legs just a little bit for him to have a better access and create more pleasurable friction.
Suddenly, he pushes two fingers inside, and your muffled whimpers get louder. It stings, the stretch is unfamiliar, and tears spill out of your eyes. You want nothing more than to push him away, but you can’t, you stay there against your will as he steals your innocence.
“You’re so tight and warm, i’d love to fuck you right now” he grunts, pressing his hard bulge against your hip, just for you to feel it. “But i think i’ll save that for another occasion”.
His movements get faster, abusing your little hole with his thick digits, soon finding a sweet spot that has you squirming and whining, and it feels as if you are about to pee all over his hand.
You’re close to an orgasm, really close, and William knows it, so he curls his fingers and pushes them deeper as his palm rubs your clit in a delicious way.
It’s overwhelming, you can’t take it anymore, so you let yourself get lost on the sudden waves of pleasure that invade every part of your body, almost going limp, so you cling to his arms as your shaky legs threaten to give up your own weight.
“If you say a single word about this, i’ll slit your throat like i did to those little bastards” he says, slowing down his movements inside your spasming pussy while you ride out the last bits of pleasure. “You understand?”
Your mind, fogged by lust, fear and guilt, makes you unable to fully understand the magnitude of his words, but you nod anyways, praying for him to get his dirty hands away from you and leave you alone.
“That’s it, good girl” you don’t see him, your eyes are still shut, but you can definitely picture the devilish smirk on his face.
What an asshole.
After that, William takes his hand off your mouth and slowly slides his fingers out of your wet hole, admiring how they’re covered in a mixture of your sweet juices and blood. But it’s over now, he’s letting you go, so you finally open your eyes and fix your clothes as fast as you can, just in time before Henry appears in the hallway carrying a box full of paper plates and checkered tablecloths.
If you wanted to, you could easily tell Henry what happened, but you don’t, you keep it all to yourself. It’s all so embarrassing, and you can just manage to clean your tears and force your shaky legs to move, walking past the two of them.
You don’t even grab your stuff in your locker or hear the way Henry calls out your name in a worried manner. You don’t care about anything, you only make your way out of the restaurant, desperate to breathe some fresh air and go home.
“What did you do to her, Will?” Henry asks, concerned about you, but William just shrugs his shoulders.
“Nothing, she’s just a sensitive little girl who couldn’t handle getting scolded”.
i like to think it depends on the context! i imagine in a way its sort of like getting your hair pulled around. or maybe like that weird yanking feeling you feel inside you when you pull on your nuts, except around your brain. charlie kirk was just shot in utah