#bingo rages

[dustykneed]

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

(prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "gone with the wind".)

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ouch! neck deep in aos bones feels rn... lmk if i should make a fix-it or somethin

#yeah so yesterday i said id try not to get distracted.. Guess how well that went LMAO #SORRY BONES hes going thru it in this one but literally this is all aos canon. aos is so mean to him and for what #not a single drop of closure... tos bones would flip shit if he found out. Thats the real reason why bones prime never shows up in aos #YEAH BTW PLEASE LOOK AT THE STATIC FRAMES PROCREATE HAS A ASTRONOMIC GRUDGE AGAINST THE 3RD SLIDE FOR SOME REASON #it would NOT stop crunching that one single GODDAMN FRAME in the gif. like full on colour blowout. like WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO YOU #YEAH SO I HAD TO SCREENSHOT IT AND PUT THAT IN THE GIF. EXCEPT MY IPAD SCREENSHOTS THINGS WEIRD. so its CONSPICUOUSLY BRIGHT #the 3rd and 4th frames are meant to have the same background color. every time i watch the gif i am filled with unimaginable rage #WHAT DID THAT FRAME EVER DO TO MY IPAD. what unforgivable crimes did it ever commit to be disrespected like this #ok rant over tags now :)) #star trek #star trek aos #star trek fanart #mcspirk bingo #mcspirk #mcspirk fanart #spones #mckirk #spirk #star trek alternate original series #aos #spones fanart #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #spock #jim kirk #did not use a single ref so the fact that the uniforms are reasonably legible as aos is a win (not like i use refs for anything else lol) #spirk is holding hands in that last frame!! gay people moment #OH AND I DID THIS IN LIKE. AROUND 3 HOURS? ive been meaning to draw that first frame for ages now so YIPPEEEEE #i did have a different caption in mind tho. Guess ill redraw it in the future LMAO #dust medibang paints

[tozettastone]

ignore if you're not doing blorbo bingo anymore but if you are: kakuzu?

For u: Kakuzu

#ask #pretty-rage-machine #naruto #kakuzu #blorbo bingo

[shima-draws]

Hey Shima! For the bingo game, how about Shenhe and/or Tartaglia (my beloveds lmao)

Omg yesss you’re so based

It’s been a hot second so I’m fuzzy on the details but I remember absolutely adoring Shenhe’s story quest and just her character in general. I love her

And Childe…there is something wrong with that man (affectionate)

#Childe is simultaneously OP anime protag and also the most pathetic cringefail loser I’ve ever seen. I love him and I hate him #Shima answers questions #Genshin Impact #Friends #Childe #Shenhe #Ask meme #Character bingo #liquid-rage

[bingobongobonko]

TAKEN SALVATION

#experiencing thoughts abt yves and telly's fight alright... #sighes.. #bingo art #yves #lancer rpg #you may be asking. why are they fighting.... simple #they are both stupid as hell #(endearingly) #violence cw #blood #but yeah no in actuality. yves feels like telly took his martyrdom and a chance of salvation by saving his life #(even though yves was very afraid of the prospect of death and realized it wasnt HIS own desire to die) #but still hes so upset with telly they kinda just fought it out #and by fought it out i mean yves gave telly a smackdown #telly's a decent guy he just doesnt know when to not press ppls buttons #cuz he immediately implied a threat towards elias and thats what made yves just say fuck you and tackle the guy #alongside the martyr thing but thats where most of the rage towards telly is coming from #they just really dont get along. its very antagonistic towards each other. telly tried at some point but theres a huge disconnect #between the two #they dont get each other and they never will yk #yves is a powerhungry assholr and telly is an indecisive asshole

[ragecndybars]

Always Wanna Play (But You Never Wanna Lose) - Persona 3 fanfiction

“Minato!” Akihiko shouted, making a beeline for his downed comrade, and Minato’s head snapped up. “Get behind―” Several things happened all at once. Yukari said something faintly over the comms. Akihiko yanked his Evoker out of its holster. Minato met his eyes. Relief washed over Minato’s face. Then the Shadow’s arm twisted and became suddenly longer; it expanded with a horrid crunching sound, shooting forward like a javelin, its fingers melding together into some sort of spearhead, rocketing forward― ―piercing through Minato’s back― ―and emerging, bloodied, from the other side of his chest.

Fandom: Persona 3 Ship: Could be read as AkiMina or as gen Characters: Sanada Akihiko, Arisato Minato, Takeba Yukari, Iori Junpei, Kirijo Mitsuru Summary: Minato is fatally injured during a Tartarus run. Akihiko and the others scramble to keep him alive. Word Count: ~15,000 Notes: Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt: stabbed. Some blood and mild gore here, so tread carefully!

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#badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo #tw mild gore #Persona 3 #P3 #AkiMina #Akihiko Sanada #Minato Arisato #Makoto Yuki #Yukari Takeba #Junpei Iori #Mitsuru Kirijo #Rage Writes

[walkingchemicalfire]

Mild rant incoming:

Does anyone else on Tumblr mobile get those ads that just immediately blast the audio? Like I’m just scrolling through and all of sudden an auditory nightmare is playing through my speakers…not great for being out in public and also I just despise sounds I’m not prepared for.

#makes my neurodivergent brain want to rage kill #I nearly break my phone every time from slamming it down or throwing it across the room #and it’s always the most random dumbass audio #like I just got one for some bingo game and the audio was a creepy man voice saying N41 #i think the fuck not #get the hell out of here with that shit #I live alone too so doesn’t help when I haven’t heard real voices all day and suddenly that’s what I hear

[schumigrace]

Vettonso but it's 2012

my absolute worst toxic trait is that I shipped them more in 2012 when they (fer) were (was) smashing absolutely everything to pieces about eachother . take me back

I say they should get weirder with it and what I mean is brazil 2012 should have ended in both cars exploding

#and when i say they're obsessed with eachother i mostly mean nando was raging and seb was fucking everyone but him :) #ask games #ship bingo

[rizzoto-whump]

@badthingshappenbingo - Rage against the reflection

@whumpers-monthly - Kidnapped

CW: Kidnapped, captivity

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He’s been here for weeks and Ronald has beaten him every single day.

The snow was falling softly over Moscow as James trudged back to his apartment, exhausted from a long day at university. He'd been looking forward to a quiet night in, curling up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a show he couldn't understand the language of.

But as he entered his living space, he was met with Ronald's grin, waiting for him in the living room. James felt his heart drop and his body tense up. This was not the homecoming he had imagined.

Before he knew it, James found himself on the other side of the world, his once vibrant world had been reduced to just a tiny room: a bed, and a bathroom. Every night, Ronald would visit him, alternately showering him with love and affection, or raining down blows that left James bruised and battered.

As he stared at himself in the mirror, James couldn't recognize the person staring back at him. His skin was a mass of purple and blue bruises, his eyes swollen shut from the clotted blood.

In the moment of despair, it all became too much for him. His screams echoed in the small room, his throat raw from the force of his pain. And then, without even realizing it, his fist shot out and shattered the mirror, leaving behind a trail of blood as he crumpled to the floor in tears. He was crying, tears streaming down his face, as he wished for nothing more than to go back home.

#whump #whump prompt #bad things happen bingo #rage against the reflection #captivity #kidnapped whump #yandere whumper #abusive relationship #whumpee #whump OC #trauma #bruises #injury #hurt no comfort #mental breakdown #OC: James #OC: Ronald

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Mina/Jonathan, Mina/Dracula, Jonathan/Dracula

Mina/Jonathan:

Basically I think they’re really cute! That line about Jonathan not letting Mina go into that unknown and terrible land (of being a vampire) alone is SO romantic! I’m also really intrigued by fucked up scenarios where one or the other has been turned into a vampire and there are Moral Quandaries. But otherwise they just don’t particularly interest me. It’s sweet, I don’t hate it, good for them, etc. I think at the end of the day I just tend to prefer ships for conflict.

Mina/Dracula:

On the one hand, it’s simply not a thing in the book? And I fully understand why book fans are annoyed with Mina being assigned a romance with Dracula just because she is the main female lead and because he preys on her. Which can have. weird. connotations.

And to an extent I feel that way too! But simultaneously the connotations are interesting. Vampires, and Dracula particularly, are very compelling to me because of how well they can be positioned in the crosshairs of predatory and romantic. Dracula-the-story is explicitly about Dracula as a force of horror, preying on the protagonists. Any romantic feelings or ship dynamics are going to have to be in relation to and navigating that. If you take book canon Mina being preyed on by Dracula, and then add the complications and quandaries of there being any sort of romantic angle— idk that’s just so much scarier and therefore more interesting to me!

The reincarnated bride stuff in 1992 was not well done. But I’m still forever intrigued by the questions it raised for Mina’s identity and agency, though I don’t think it was ever fully aware of them either. But like who is Mina, really, if her thoughts and feelings are being overridden by this past life? Does that past love matter more than the current relationships she’s fostered? Her current values are clearly at odds with all the murdering her long lost love is doing! What now! I’m generally just very interested in reincarnation tropes from an introspective or deconstructive angle, and the 1992 film never engages with any of this, but its set up makes me kind of insane.

Jonathan/Dracula:

Likely my main ship in the novel! The segment at Dracula’s castle is just SO interesting and so charged. There’s simultaneously a strong comedy and shenanigans factor, ie Dracula doing all his housework, and generally just being fucking weird, but there’s also The Horrors.

Jonathan is basically living out a Bluebeard/Beauty and the Beast type narrative. It’s genuinely incredibly chilling, and well done. The moments that can be read as romantic just make things sadder and more terrifying. And that appeals to me for pretty similar reasons to Mina/Dracula. But it’s just up close and personal in a very particular way.

The way Jonathan simultaneously has to depend on him for protection from the brides. Or just to remember to feed him! That he’s a frail human that needs things in order to live! And how that is (presumably) more of a concern as Dracula becomes more interested in leaving for England is soooo fucked up!

#thanks! #Dracula #i ramble sometimes #all the bendy punctuations #ask games #idk I just LOVE vampires for the juxtaposition of love and cruelty #the monstrous that is familiar (or unfamiliar but beautiful) #and the ways they can be used to explore themes of trauma or transgressed boundaries messy power dynamics or codependency etc etc #idk if this is coherent I have a raging headache #ship bingo

[witchwhaat]

i'm filled with rage and then i remember it's eurovision this week and shinee comeback the next one and i calm down a little

#just kidding im still filled with rage just ummm. with a sprinkle of happy rage #im going insane INSANE #istg i need a month vacation in fuck knows where away from everything or i'm gonna lose it 🙃 #anyway #very excited about eurovision hehe #already making my bingo :3 #and shinee comeback WHAAAAT #bc of eurovision and *gestures vaguely* everything i keep forgetting and every time i remember i just go💗 🥰💙😊✨️💕 #agnes talking

[the-ghost-of-jason-todd]

Hello! I saw your bingo card and I’d love to read the prompt “rage against the reflection” with Dick Grayson if you’re up for it :)

@friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn this is for you :*

@badthingshappenbingo fill #1 !!

You can also read it on ao3 HERE.

The Batsignal is on.  Yellow light floods from the GCPD rooftop, the shape of the bat above the skyline a cutting edge against the night sky.  It feels like black ice, like frozen iron—like the ink-black pupil of a single roving eye that will not avert its gaze. 

This is the third signal of the night.  Or the fourth.  The fifth.  The sixth.  Dick has lost count.  He swears it’s there every time he turns around—like maybe the switch never clicks all the way off, a dial continuously cranked one notch higher, every emergency bleeding into the next. 

Someone needs help. 

Someone is causing trouble. 

Someone needs to step in. 

Won’t someone help?

Won’t someone do something?

Please help.

Please.

Please.

Please.

He hears their cries in the alleyways, the streets, the docks, the warehouses.  No matter how many he saves, how many he stops, there are always more.  This is how it always goes.  Dick can’t slow down, can’t pause to breathe.  The night is dark, and the shadows don’t sleep, so neither can he.  This is the mantle of the Bat—the legacy he must uphold.  He has to be the Dark Knight, the shadowed terror of every crook in Gotham, the silent savior of every damsel in distress.  He wears the cowl, he wears the crown; it doesn’t matter that the cape feels like a noose around his neck.

What’s one more crisis, anyway?  What’s one more catastrophe?  Just add it to the pile.  It can balance right there on top, next to the fact that Damian has run off again, and Dick’s grapple gun is out of commission, and the Batmobile is on the other side of town, and oh, yeah, did Dick mention that he’s surrounded?  Because he’s definitely surrounded.

“I heard it’s open season on Bats.  Let ‘em rip, boys!” their leader crows, hefting up a semi-automatic in one meaty hand.  Dick moves on instinct, flipping backwards and out of the way as the gun goes off, a sharp RATTATTATTATTAT that rattles his teeth in his head.  Lead bites into walls and windows alike, bullets ricocheting across brick and stone and glass in a deadly hailstorm, and in the midst of it all there’s Dick, sweeping and dodging and delivering hits until it’s just him and the leader, one against one.

This should even the odds.  Dick should be able to take care of this guy, would on a normal day, quick and easy and without a thought.  But tonight… oh, tonight he feels slow, sluggish, as he twists out of the line of fire.  Again, and then again, and then again.  He can’t get in close, can’t keep going—something needs to give.

He finds an opening.  A dive and a leap, and he just barely catches hold of the railing of a fire escape, pulling himself up.

There’s no chance to breathe.  He doesn’t have the luxury—doesn’t have the time.  The gunfire is following him—it’s hot on his heels, just a split second behind.  He has one shot at this; there’s no room for error—and he can’t even spare a thought as to exactly how close it’s going to be before he leaps, letting gravity take over.

He doesn’t miss.  He hits his mark.  The thug goes down, and the gunfire stops, and it makes no difference at all.  The grief still feels like ash on his tongue—the cowl still feels like the weight of the sky itself.  The only thing that’s changed is the gasping of his own breath in his ringing ears, and even that will become monotonous in due time.

But maybe not the stinging pain in his side.

Dick grunts, one hand rising to prod at it.  His glove catches on torn kevlar, hot blood slick between his fingertips.

A lucky shot.  Hit at just the right angle to punch through his armor.  It’s only a graze, nothing too dire, but it hurts like hell and Dick just—he doesn’t have time for this.  His Robin is in the wind and the city needs him and he’s desperate for a goddamn second to just breathe, to get a fucking handle on this, but ha ha jokes on him, right?

With a snarl, he clamps a hand over the wound.  Instinct has him heading upward—it takes three tries to get a hold on the fire escape a second time, hauling himself up one-handed.  He feels like a sunflower, forever seeking a warmth that he’ll never find, not in the dead of night in the depths of Gotham.  The shadows are going to swallow him whole. 

He makes it to the roof.  Still seeking, still searching, he gasps air and turns his gaze across the skyline of the city he’s supposed to protect.  Batman needs a Robin—where do you look for a Robin who doesn’t want to be found?  Where do you go when the whole world feels like it’s falling apart?

Dick doesn’t know.  He doesn’t know how to do this, how to be Batman, how to save a city that can never be saved—he doesn’t know anything, and it’s eating him alive.

***

He winds up on the roof of the GCPD.  Feet numb, head fuzzy, he stumbles the familiar path to the Batsignal.

It’s off.  For once, one time in this endless night, the bulb is dark.  Bliss or oblivion, Dick doesn’t care.  He can only lean against the frame, head hanging, arm barely propping him up. 

He can’t stay here.  He needs to regroup, to staunch the bleeding, to find his Robin.  He needs to catch his breath so he can keep going.  The air feels ragged as he gasps it down, hand pressed against the hole in his side. 

It’s here, as he’s trying to hold himself together in every way that matters, that the clouds part somewhere above him.  For one sharp, brilliant moment, his reflection becomes crystal clear on the glass of the batsignal, illuminated by the light of a full moon high above.  He sees what’s become of the Batman, right there, in perfect clarity—sees what he’s become.  A face that should be familiar twists into a stranger’s; everything he’s made of himself, all of Dick Grayson and Nightwing both, buried beneath the black cowl. 

He stares and stares and it only stares back, white lenses cold as the grave.

It hurts.  He wants to cry out, a wounded animal howling at the skies.  Wants to balk, to curl up and cry.  He can’t fill the cowl, the cape, the boots.  Not like this—not having known the man who was always meant to wear them.  Bruce was too big, larger than life, and Dick can’t—he can’t do this.  He doesn’t want to.

He moves without thinking.  Wound forgotten, he raises his hand and slams it down on the glass.  He just wants out—wants to break it, to shatter his reflection, to never ever have to face the crumbling ruins of himself again.  He’s been so strong for so long—because it’s been asked of him, because he’s the eldest, because there’s no one else, because he has to be perfect, because he has no choice—but god, he just wants it to end. 

The sting of his hand brings him back to reality.  Because of course nothing is that simple.  The glass of the Batsignal is reinforced—it’s bat tech, completely bulletproof.  He can’t shatter it.  Hell, there isn’t even a crack.  The only mark he’s made is the bloody hand print he leaves behind when he pulls back, marring his reflection.

It’s poetic, probably.  Sacrificial blood, one man’s pulse traded for the pulse of the city.  Bruce… he gave his life for this.  Gotham.  To keep all these people safe.  And now it’s Dick’s turn, like father like son, dust to dust and shadow to shadow. 

It’s poetic.  It is.  But Dick can’t think about that right now.

The clouds overhead shift again.  Between one blink and the next, Dick’s reflection is eclipsed once more by the night.  He draws in a deep breath—holds it—lets it out slow. 

And again.

And again.

Until he can stand up straight again.  Until he can feel his fingers and toes, until he can shove everything back down inside his chest.  He swallows, gritting his teeth as he pulls out the first aid kit from his belt to get a makeshift bandage around his side.  Then, jaw locked and back straight, he steps back out into the night. 

To find his Robin. 

To help people

To fight crime.

To be the Batman that Gotham needs… even though he knows he will never be the one it deserves.

***

The Batsignal is on.  Dick knows without looking back.  Its light—baleful and orange, stark against the clouds—is unrelenting.  He can feel it, a sliver of glass in his bleeding heart.  It feels like ice, like iron, like a never ending call to arms.  It asks for more, and more, and more—what it asks for never ends. 

The Batsignal is on, and Dick Grayson only feels cold.

#rage against the reflection #bad things happen bingo #my writing #batfam #liveblogging batfam #bingo fill

[tenpixelsusie]

im serious im serious im being so genuine and sincere here we need to kill jkr right now and tear every copy of her books and her games and every single stupid creation of hers to shreds. what the fuck. what the fuck.

#tw jkr #jeremy hater moment #ok to reblog #i have a bloodthirsty rage for this woman and if i could harness my stupid fucking noodle arms enough to throw a few punches i would- #tear ms bigot bingo card to itty bitty shreds.

[bingobongobonko]

weeping and crying because mechanical legs are actually a nightmare to draw but god... im putting my whole fucking leg into this i dont care... he has to look cool or ill die from a broken heart

#fool's monologue #fuck mechnanical legs #are they fun to draw? yeah. do i hate drawing them? no #am i still raging #yeah #how do people DO that #i should really make a better schedule for myself. great to draw good job bingo but your eyes are dry and you are extremely sluggish. #go be normal and eat a popsicle stick or something #yk

[theemotionssplitsblog123]

WELCOME TO THE EMOTION SPLITS BLOG!!

Meet the emotion splits, confused fleegle, rage bingo, sad drooper, happy snorky, scared harmony, silly hootie, and embarrassed jaelyn!

Ask them out, talk with them, make drawings out of them, and make stories of them while it’s all coming along for the emotion adventure in the emotion world!!

And please enjoy your stay!

#comfused fleegle #Rage bingo #Sad drooper #Happy snorky #scared harmony #Silly hootie #Embarrassed jaelyn #the emotion splits #WELCOME!!

[everlune-evotide]

#badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo #sonic the hedgehog #rage against the reflection

[ragecndybars]

Tantrum - Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon fanfic

‘Please,’ he begged inwardly, since he couldn’t beg aloud. ‘Please, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I won’t do it again, so please...’

Maybe Father could hear the pleas, even though they went unspoken. Maybe that was why his face was suddenly red with rage.

Either way, he pressed his hand against Marth’s chest, nowhere near the bruise, and roughly shoved him back up against the wall. The heel of Father’s palm was hot on his collarbone, a large thumb and forefinger extending upwards to brush ever-so-slightly against the base of his neck, as if to pinch his throat between them, and Marth abruptly stopped breathing.

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon Characters: Marth, Jagen, Cornelius Summary: A mishap during training puts Marth on his father's bad side. Word Count: ~7,000 Notes: Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt "pleading". Part 2 coming soon :)

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#badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo #tw child abuse #Fire Emblem #FE #Shadow Dragon #FE11 #Marth #Jagen #Cornelius #Rage Writes