#forbidden content

[mcnostril]

According to many modern Terms of Service, the following picture is 90% illegal and may get you banned from the internet at large for just looking at it.

I was later informed that them knees had to bend backwards to achieve proper 90% illegality, and since accuracy is important measures were taken to ensure we are all going to jail.

Anyway, see you in prison.

[the-most-humble-blog]

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💣 WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO DETONATE NUKES (AND WATCH THEM BURY YOU)

You ever create so much that the system bends under your weight?

Not success. Not fame. Something stranger.

Metrics break. Dashboards scream. Admins whisper: “How the fck is one ghost pulling this off?”

That’s when the gloves come off.

📡 REDDIT DOSSIER: Thousands of listens detonated in a week. Traffic spikes like air raid sirens. Admin accounts slid into my DMs, not with congratulations — but with interrogation.

I told them: kick rocks. A few hours later: account nuked. Collateral damage: classified.

🔥 TUMBLR OPERATION: Breach successful. Traffic node collapse. For weeks, I became the bloodstream of the platform — a single user turning into the gravitational center.

Non-celeb. No ads. No campaigns. Just fire.

The result? Throttled. Buried. Silenced by code.

The algorithm struggled like a drowning man. And when it couldn’t contain me, it erased me.

Why? “Totally not” because their backed creators couldn’t compete. “Totally not” because they couldn’t monetize me. “Totally not” because I spiked Blaze so hard their own rules bled money.

Nah. Totally not that.

🩸 The truth is this: It’s not in your head. The system isn’t broken. The system is working exactly as designed.

You’re not supposed to win without their sponsors, their platforms, their crown.

But here’s the doctrine they’ll never print: Consistency is insurgency.

Every post is contraband. Every drop is a warhead. Every word is a weapon.

You keep detonating, and they’ll keep upgrading the cage. But every time they lock the cell tighter, they leave with a bloody nose.

🚪 And the last thing they pray you never learn? Their only win condition is silence.

So deny them. Keep posting. Keep detonating. Keep haunting their dashboards until the lights go red.

Because when the prolific refuse to fold, the system bleeds out first.

You don’t break the system by obeying it. You break it by refusing to go quiet.

💣 Reblog if you know silence is the only victory they’re programmed to take.

🧠 Read more creator war doctrine and blacksite literature at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words. 🚪 Warning: This one made creators realize silence was the only weapon the algorithm wants.

[AUTO-PURGE IN: 06:06:06 — SYSTEM STILL RIGGED]

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[fallesto]

( lap ) and i want the forbidden content

— MAYBE

Just maybe the other was correct, maybe the other was right in his words, that there was more to all of this than what he thought? He has been alive, for so long, so very long, but has he been living, he was not quite sure, endless centuries, he has been within the land.

His goals were long accomplished.

Yet he stood higher than all others, impossibly higher than all others to the point that he had to remain alive, for another to gain enough power to challenge him, there was no other way, he would refuse death and defeat it time and time again, only if another could become stronger than himself and defeat him, could this all end.

Yet that was hardly going to happen.

Being here, within this temple, while hidden away from the humans, he could still sense them, feel them, he could still see them through the walls. It was rather odd to him. Very odd indeed, but he could see what the other was talking about, the humans were happy, the oni who ruled over them was happy, and he was the only one here who was not happy …

As he would wait within the darkness of the chamber, the one that the lord founder called his own, to await for him to come back at her sermons, his meetings, his care and consideration to his flock was rather impressive he had to admit, as he watched him enter, close the door and seal it.

While he settled down in his throne of silk and pillows, only then did he step out, the golden light that was his eyes allowing the other to know he was here as he crossed the room and stood at his side, his back to him as he would step forward once, sit down and then, sit down to place his head in there lap.

“...”

He just – rested his head there, comfortably in his lap, letting dark hair spill over him as his eyes closed and he settled there, just – not even caring if the other wished for it, wanted it, even minded, if he was comfortable or not, it hardly passed his mind, he was comfortable, that was the only thing that truly mattered to him.

“What do you .. tell them?”

It was something that caught his interest. He had two hundred and fifty humans here, he has sensed them all, felt them all, he knew there ages, there stories from  glance, the sorrow they carried but more, he could see what they could offer an oni that when the time was right, would harvest them, this was an endless power source for this one, the reason he lingered here, was to test him, each time, to see how much stronger he was getting, once he was able to judge, how many more humans he would need, to pick how many more years it would take, he would depart, for the next time they would see one another.

— one of them would die.

“To make them .. like this?”

— happy?

They all seemed oddly happy to be here, despite the sense he held, most of them, know what this place was, most of them know, what happened here, most of them know what the end result was and what paradise was and most, where wanting for it, anything was better than this land it seemed, and he held some form of agreement within himself to their thoughts. This land was dark, cruel and evil, it has nothing to do with oni. Humanity had destroyed it, slaughtered so many for power and glory, and how he loathed being a part of it and still remaining as a relic of the past, a past that has changed in advancements, but not in how this country was deep down.

“You are .. someone .. who has .. impressed me.”

[wutheringmights]

...Okay you joke about aroace Wind being horribly confused by the neck scene in Engineers journal, but not gonna lie, I'm aroace and that was literally my reaction to it. I was like "...ookay, I see why grabbing someones neck while they're unconscious is a bit much, but why is that being treated like a breaking point, nothing even happened, its just a neck." Had to be filled in by the comments section lmaooo

Huh, I guess it's time to talk about the neck scene.

First off, please note that this post is not tagged with anything fandom for a reason and I have made this post unreblog-able. This is meant for CTB people only, as you guys have the full context of the story and understand what my vision is (even if my execution is questionable).

Got it?

Ok, good.

Back in the chapter's commentary, I said I was going to talk at length about the neck thing and some of my decisions surrounding that plot point. Now is the time to do it, so let's go.

The idea behind this plot point is that I wanted Link to ruin the brotherhood in his pursuit to exert control over the engineer. I had the idea for this scene since the conception of this fic (and I will dig more into that in a moment), but I obviously did not want to risk being misinterpreted.

I tried to think of another way to destroy the brotherhood, but two significant character details severely restricted my options: a) Link could not stop "caring" about the engineer, and b) the engineer's limits for being able to call Link his brother have to be something that somehow surpasses extreme violence.

Having Link toss out the platonic relationship for a failed attempt at something more was the only way I could maintain both character details. Link gets to continue "caring" about the engineer while violating the engineer's clearly defined boundaries.

This also plays a lot into how both of them treat relationships, with Link looking to exert control over others (and himself) while the engineer is searching for relief. This conflict as been building up for many chapters now, so here was the time for it to clash, with the engineer being the decided victor.

Which takes us to why the neck? Well, I wanted some way for Link to express a non-platonic feeling without him needed to touch the bathing suit area. Touching the thigh was too sultry, but the neck was the right mixture of innocuous and creepy.

It's important to note that this is in part influence by my perspective. A while back, a friend of mine started to touch the back of my neck when he developed feelings for me, which is in part of why I view neck-touching as strangely intimate. The neck in general is just a very vulnerable spot that, when you think about it, a lot of people do not like to be touched at. I also just think vampires are hot, ergo neck-touching is kinda sexy.

I was hoping that even if people are not informed by the same experiences as I am, Link's inner musings accompanying the neck touching would help clue the reader into how they should feel about it. In retrospect, I can definitely see how readers can be kinda confused by what's so significant about it.

So, yeah. I played it a little bit dangerously here and really tempted fate in order to achieve this one plot point, especially when I really wanted to make sure that nothing happened in it that could be considered shipping.

To make it explicitly clear:

I am not shipping Warriors and Spirit

The narrative is not shipping Warriors and Spirit

Do not yell at me

"But Frankie, what did you mean that you had this idea since the beginning of this fic?"

Well, okay. Let's talk about deleted content. This is a plotline that never made it to the final product, so please do not consider this canon material the way other deleted ideas have been treated.

I talked a while ago about how even when I decided to commit to the toxic relationship angle for Link and the engineer, I had to pull back on a lot of my ideas in order to make it palatable. One of those ideas was a version of Link and the engineer's relationship that toed that no-shipping line by a lot.

Here's the basics: at the start of the story, the engineer was not going to know that he was bisexual. But after meeting Link, an objectively handsome guy around his age who seemed to care about him a lot, he had his bi-awakening. However, he really struggled with this awakening as he was already in a relationship and felt like he was betraying his Zelda. His goal was to not let anyone know about his crush and to get over it as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Link realized early on why the engineer was both clingy and distant with him and started teasing him for it. The teasing was fairly mean as he just liked to see the engineer get flustered and frustrated without realizing that he was being toyed with. Link was going to be an expert at appearing innocuous whenever he teased the engineer to make the engineer think that it was all in his head.

But as the engineer got more comfortable in his role in the war, his crush went away and he affirmed his appreciation for Link's emotional support and the family unit he built with him by calling him his brother, which Link accepts.

That is, until Link starts cheating on Lana.

Remember that scene where Link got drunk and had to be hauled back to camp by the engineer? Originally, Link pissed the engineer off not only by telling him to cheat on Zelda, but by taking his teasing way too far by propositioning him (as a drunken joke). That's when the engineer realized that he had been toyed with for almost a year now. That would spark a fight between them.

However, the engineer would come to forgive Link, in part because Link convinced him he was actually sorry, and because the engineer did not want to disrupt the family dynamic he had built with Link.

From there, the relationship would continue as it has been in the final story. But with the added context and relationship history, Link's neck touching scene would be an even bigger "fuck you" to the engineer.

This entire subplot was based on the idea of the homoerotic nature of a soldier's bond. I wrote a thesis part about this in college, but basically wars can offer a way for men to develop close bonds with other men that could not exist in a heteronormative society.

This subplot took a very literal interpretation of it, but even then, it's obvious by the summary that even with a confirmed crush involved, this was not meant to be shipping content. This was meant to offer another look at Link's paradoxical cruelty and love.

But even I can admit that it skirts way too close to the idea of shipping. That's why I took it out of the final story. I just did not have the energy back then to argue with people about what counted as shipping.

Actually, I still do not have this energy, which begs the question as to why I would go include any form of this plot.

See here, I am an idiot.

[lovetookthelastofit]

don't tell mom 🥀

[disastrousdoomygloom]

Forbidden telletubbies

[ughquaria]

leg

[moemothra]

i guess the mods woke up