#Doom lets play

[gunstellations]

In the world I love

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In a different world

[chknbzkt]

Done by request on Twitter, Moony bein eepy cozy <3

[notcryingtoday]

i've been in so many fandoms and my candy love (amour sucré for the frenchies) is still the best one

everyone is so chill because everyone knows it's not the best thing ever written, the gameplay is shit, beemov is stealing our money, the characters can be one dimensional and our character is just a dumb little b*tch BUT everyone is so attached to those 2d drawings and appreciate the story as it is

embrace the cringe and the dumbness, my candy love is for the girlies and the himbos

[thatfilthyanimal]

Megamind Rules / Megamind Vs The Doom Syndicate is NOT made by AI

Listen y'all what we're NOT going to do is make shit up and accuse the writers of Megamind Rules / Megamind Vs The Doom Syndicate of using AI to make the scripts. I've been following them on twitter since before the show was even announced; they are against AI as it directly impacts their livelihoods and there was an entire team of writers for the show/movie. Just because you don't like the concept or animation isn't enough reason to just blatantly lie; Brent Simons, Alan Schoolcraft, Eric Fogel, and the rest of the team for sure put their hearts into it. It's not their fault they got such a small budget that makes it look crunchy. The Doom Syndicate were also ALWAYS a concept that existed; they were enemies removed from the original film late enough that they're all over the Art Of book and the 2010 video games. And YES Megamind is isolated and awkward, but the existence of the Doom Syndicate in his past is NOT impossible by any means-- it is entirely possible to feel absolutely alone in a large group of people that make you feel inferior or unsafe. When he said in the movie "it was me and Minion against the world" what he means is Minion was his main support growing up. It would be impossible to have no adults in his life even isolated in a prison, and other villains would absolutely be trying to use his smarts to their advantage. Again, just because the animation is crunchy is no reason to just make shit up and blame the writers of using AI; perhaps the AI is picking up that plot because THIS CONCEPT ALWAYS EXISTED and has fueled countless fanfiction and fan rp blogs that said AI models stole from. :) Thanks for playing!

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I need pathetic Regulus so bad you guys, I want him pining after James, writing in his silly little diary how good he looks today, I want him daydreaming about their wedding and drawing hearts at the margins of his notebooks with Regulus Arcturus Potter over and over again

[gl1tched-g0th]

Animal Jam is so fun bc I went to the Summer Carnival for a beanie and this person Would Not Stop sending game requests and I was like okay sure I have nothing better to do and then after literally 10 games I asked if they. actually wanted to Interact with me or something and they were like "oh I just wanted to play games lol" and then logged off

[imminent-danger-came]

MK: "We don't have any other option! We have to trust him." Red Son: "*laughs* Great speech noodle boy! Super motivational!"

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Red Son: "*laughs maniacally* I, Red Son, will bind the powers of the celestial artifacts with Spider Queen's own venom, save my father, and reforge the world as I see fit! *more maniacal laughter*" Mei: "Red Son that was amazing!" MK: "Such a good hero speech!" Red Son: "-Villain speech! And perhaps my best of all time!"

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Lady Bone Demon: "Save your hero speech child—I've existed long enough to know when it's over. MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?" Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Sun Wukong: “ENOUGH! I’ve never let anyone dictate my destiny in the past, and I’m not about to start now. None of us are! We can’t change who we were yesterday or in a past life, or a hundred life times ago! We live with the choices we’ve made, for what matter is the choices we make RIGHT NOW! Only we decide who we are and what we do with the power we have!”

Curse MK: "Nice hero speech bud! But I know better—deep in your hearts, you don't believe a word of that."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Hero speech.

[curetapwater]

Let's all play Shadow the Hedgehog: Part 1

[fairyniceyeah]

💎😇Day 21: "Let's play a game"

Stairs/Pressure Points/Trap Door

@juneofdoom

Day 20: "I can handle it."

Summary: Let’s play a game, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Jeonghan was not having fun.

CW: injuries, emeto, swearing (but like the amount I wouldn’t tag in a The Rose fic)

Whumpee: Jeonghan

Caretaker: Minghao

Let’s play a game, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

That was all that was running through Jeonghan’s mind as he himself ran through a villa they had rented for a Going Seventeen Episode. 

In teams they were tasked to find pieces of papers with numbers which in turn held codewords which they would have to tell the staff who then had a list of other tasks they had to do before running off to find another number with another codeword in order to…

Yeah, Jeonghan wasn’t a fan. Especially since his team was the worst. Vernon, oblivious as fuck, had ran past the number they had been searching for three times until Jeonghan himself had noticed it. Jihoon wasn’t faring much better. Nobody had thought about the fact that the producer could at times not even see the numbers hanging in high areas or reach them to turn the paper around to find out the codeword. Jeonghan was the best of the three and … well, he was lazy, hated running and was more than a little annoyed that he had not yet found a way to cheat. 

Well, he had tried and then Seungcheol, bastard that he was, had reported him removing numbers to the staff which had turned into a penalty for his group and the rest of the members laughing at them.

At least Jihoon also was not having the time of his life - he was currently pouting in a corner as Hoshi laughed at him and asked him if he needed a box to reach things. Hoshi, who was in a team with sore-loser Seungcheol and tall-as-fuck Mingyu - they were so far ahead of Jeonghan’s team that he could spare the time to make fun of Jihoon. 

So, yeah, what if Jeonghan was annoyed?

It was only a game. 

… a game that he wanted to win.

Jeonghan was torn out of his thoughts by Jihoon calling his name. The tiny producer had managed to shake Hoshi off and was now staring in disdain at a paper that hung unfairly high on the wall by some stairs. It had likely been placed there to be out of eyesight but even for Jeonghan who was half a head taller than Woozi it was very high. 

“I hate this game”, Jeonghan groaned.

“You’re telling me that?”, Jihoon complained, crossing his arms. 

Jeonghan cooed and patted his head, grinning even as Jihoon hit him - hard - in retaliation. 

“Cute.”

“You’re just pissed that you were caught cheating”, Jihoon said.

“I am not”, Jeonghan replied. “Only that Seungcheol betrayed me like this.”

“Hey”, the leader called across the hall, having heard his full name. “Stop pouting. You deserved that!”

“Shut up”, Jihoon and Jeonghan called back.

Together, with similarly crossed arms, they both stared up at the paper taunting them. Carats would have a field day with that view of them.

“What are we gonna do about that?”, Jihoon finally dared ask.

“I suppose, I could try balancing?”, Jeonghan suggested.

“Are you crazy?” Jihoon whirled around to look at him. “You’ll fall.”

“I won’t.”

Maybe it was the frustration over the game or it was recklessness itself that caused the petulance in Jeonghan’s chest. He would get that piece of paper no matter what it took. Without waiting for Jihoon to argue back, Jeonghan stepped closer to the edge of the stairs and forced his weight forwards against the wall. Standing on his tip-toes he reached out to the paper but he soon had to realize that it was futile. He was too far away even on the top of the stairs. Going down a step would bring him closer horizontally but he wouldn’t be tall enough then. 

“Hold me”, he ordered and grasped onto Jihoon’s hand before the younger had a chance to stop him again. 

“Hyung, don’t”, Jihoon said, sounding a bit afraid, but Jeonghan trusted his dongsaeng to hold him. Slowly he inched closer to the paper with his fingers, centimeter by centimeter. 

Then he managed to hold the edge but it wouldn’t come off easily. 

“Hyung”, Jihoon called, his voice now more frantic. “Hyung.”

But Jeonghan would not fail on the last millimeters. He leaned forward and then he held the paper in his hand. 

Yet, he had not considered that the force he used to lean forward would also force Jihoon forward and that only Jihoon would be able to pull his momentum back. Jihoon, while having started to work out a few weeks ago, was still not that strong and could definitely not compensate for Jeonghan’s weight - not on top of the stairs. 

“Hyung”, Jihoon yelled desperately, but it was too late. Jeonghan’s hand slipped from his grip as Jihoon desperately tried to pull him up. 

They both fell backwards. Jihoon? Onto the top of the stairwell. Jeonghan? Down the stairs.

Pain exploded all over his back, along with the back of his head.

Jeonghan screamed.

People were yelling, shouting over each other. Jeonghan furrowed his brow as he struggled to catch his breath. It was like his whole body was consumed by pain. A foggy haze was over everything.

He blinked a few times and then managed to keep his eyes open. 

“Han-ah?”, Seungcheol’s voice asked and then his best friend’s face came into focus. He sounded very frightened. His voice was more shaky than Jeonghan had heard in a long time.

“Cheollie?”, Jeonghan rasped and tried to push himself up to get to him. Immediately hands pressed him down and he winced as pain engulfed his back. This was not nice. Turns out: Falling down the stairs hurt. What a surprise. He’d been too reckless and paid the price. He just hoped that Jihoon…

“Stay down, hyung!”

While the earlier pain had dazed him, now everything became much clearer. He blinked. Seungcheol was kneeling by his side, as were several of his dongsaengs and some managers. Jeonghan definitely saw Vernon, Joshua, Dino, Seokmin and Seungkwan but the one he subconsciously was searching for, was not there.

“Jihoon-ah?”, he questioned, eyes flickering all over the area. Where was Jihoon? Had he fallen too due to Jeonghan’s recklessness?

“He’s okay. Scared and in shock, but physically okay. Soonyoung and Wonwoo are with him”, Seungcheol soothed though his voice was still off. Jeonghan couldn’t blame him for it. He didn’t want to know how he himself would have reacted in a similar situation.

At least Jihoon was fine. 

Good. As Jeonghan breathed out, he realized everybody held their breath in anticipation. Several pairs of eyes were watching him, piercing him. 

Jeonghan supposed he must be quite a frightful sight. Collapsed on the floor after falling down the stairs due to his own stupidity. That had not been his plan at all. Now everybody was worried. He most certainly didn’t want that. So he tried to push himself up again. Pain flared up all over his spine and vertigo hit him so hard he nearly blacked out. There was sudden nausea in his throat and he gagged.

“Hyung, hyung”, Seungkwan called, pressing onto Jeonghan’s chest, “don’t move. The managers already called an ambulance and they said you shouldn’t move. You might have seriously hurt your spine or head.”

Several pairs of hands held Jeonghan down, even as he squirmed. It was too much. Everything hurt. He was so nauseous. People were crowding him. There was no space to breathe. 

Jeonghan was going to throw up. 

He gagged, trying to jerk his head to the side in desperation but someone - Dino? - stopped him.

Jeonghan was going to choke if they didn’t let him turn.

It was all too much. So many people and so many feelings and he was so small and helpless on the ground. He started to sob. More hands came to touch him, brushing his hair away and leaving his skin crawling.

Then the most beautiful sound came: “Stop! Stop touching him! Can’t you see he is overwhelmed? Move away, now!”

The hands retreated and Jeonghan cried in relief. Fat teardrops fell down his face and dripped into his ears, laying on his back as he was. He weakly tried to move his head, gagging again. He didn’t want to be sick but his stomach lurched so badly.

“Hyung?”, the same voice as before said, “can you open your eyes? I promise, nobody is going to touch you. I just want to see your pretty eyes.”

Jeonghan reluctantly opened his eyes, only now realizing he had squeezed them shut. Above him, Minghao was looking down at him - close but far away enough to not overwhelm. Everybody else was gone. It was just the two of them. Jeonghan hoped Minghao was not as terrified as he looked. It shouldn’t be his responsibility to take care of his stupid hyung. But he was helping - much better than anybody else. His gentle calmness calmed Jeonghan down.

“Eissa”, Jeonghan whispered, “I feel so sick. I’m going to throw up. I need to turn. Please. Please, I …”

Minghao had been the most understanding of them all. He hadn’t crowded Jeonghan. He surely would allow his hyung to move, to turn, so he wouldn’t choke on his own sick. Right?

“I’m sorry, hyung. You can’t move. You fell on your back, you might have seriously injured your spine”, Minghao said apologetically, worriedly.

Jeonghan started to panic again. His breath came faster, hurting his back and head. Everything was spinning. He retched, a tiny dribble of vomit coming up and with the force of his back muscles rippling, it spewed out of his mouth and dripped down his lips onto his chin. Jeonghan cried out in pain as the movement hurt his back, trying hard to stay still but also so scared. At least he wasn’t forced to inhale his own throw up. Instantly a hand wiped at his mouth, making sure nothing could run back into his mouth.

All Jeonghan could do was try to stop himself from vomiting again, all the while sobbing so badly it upset his stomach even more. He couldn’t remember feeling so scared for himself ever before. The nausea wouldn’t relent and he was sure he would die then and there, choking on his own vomit. Even as he tried to stay still to keep the pain at bay, his body was trembling with the sobs.

Then something pressed into his hand, the space between his thumb and index finger. It was so much of a surprise - why would anybody do that instead of holding his hand or something? - he stopped crying. Another hand was stroking his hair but this time it felt good. Comforting. 

Through blurry sight he saw Minghao holding onto his hand with both his hands, pressing down. 

“Is this better?”, the dancer asked worriedly. Dazed, Jeonghan hummed in agreement. Yeah, he did feel better. The nausea was dying down and his throat didn’t feel like it would contract any second anymore. He didn’t understand.

Minghao must have seen the confusion on his face as he explained: “I once read that there was a pressure point for nausea between the thumb and index finger. I thought I’d give it a try. It’s helping, yes?”

“Yeah”, Jeonghan agreed. He truly felt much better. The pain was persistent and he was still very scared of what he had done to himself but the overwhelming panic and dangerous nausea were gone. 

“Please keep still, Jeonghan-hyung”, Minghao now said, “the ambulance should be here soon and they’ll take very good care of you. Are you in much pain?”

“My back, mostly”, Jeonghan replied truthfully. He owed Minghao that - he never liked being lied to. “My head, too, a bit. But I can endure it.”

Jeonghan knew he might have really injured himself. It could be a career-ending injury even. But he didn’t care at the moment. His heart was too full of worry for his members who were left to deal with him.

One of Minghao’s hands let go of his, though the young dancer made sure to hold onto the pressure point with the other. The free hand came up to wipe away the tears on Jeonghan’s face and then stroked back long strands of hair that were sticking to his cheeks. 

“I’m glad. Please be more careful, hyung”, Minghao whispered, “it was terrifying. I was taking a break and was watching you and Woozi-hyung. Seeing you fall so suddenly … I … you really scared us today.”

“I’m sorry, Eissa. I didn’t think”, Jeonghan mumbled. He wished he could comfort Minghao with touch but he knew that moving was not the greatest idea in his state. “Are the others okay?”

“So much is clear”, a new voice said, trembling slightly. Then Jihoon came to sit by them, one arm coming up to wrap itself around Minghao. Jeonghan was glad there was somebody was taking care of their shy young member. “That you didn’t think, I mean. Do you know how terrifying it was to feel your hand slip out of my grip and see you fall?”

Jihoon and Jeonghan locked gazes. The producer’s eyes were red and a bit swollen. He had been crying, Jeonghan realized. He hadn’t wanted to make Jihoon cry - Jihoon who of all people barely cried and if he did never wanted to do it in front of the members. Jeonghan wasn’t sure if - outside of award shows and concerts - anybody beside himself, Seungcheol and Hoshi had seen him cry.

“I’m sorry, Jihoon-ah”, Jeonghan apologized quietly. “I never wanted to make you go through that.”

“I know, hyung. Please don’t be so reckless in the future”, Jihoon replied and started to say something else but was drowned out by the hectic of paramedics arriving out of a sudden. Finally.

They carefully transferred Jeonghan onto a stretcher and really, it was scary being encompassed by the neckbrace like he was. Moving was nauseating, too. Minghao, who had moved away from him to let the paramedics work, seemed to understand what Jeonghan was asking as he stretched out his arm towards him.

Seungcheol and Joshua came up to him, a bit reluctant after Jeonghan’s earlier panic, but he shooed them away. All he needed for the hospital trip was for Minghao to keep holding his hand.

“What was it?”, Jeonghan asked two days later, laying on his bed in the dorm. His back was bruised and there was a lovely bump on his head but he was as well as he could be. The members, still scared, tip-toed around him. If he wasn’t so bored, Jeonghan would have loved the pampering. Jihoon, especially, had been a permanent fixture in his room.

“What was what?”, Jihoon asked, looking up from his laptop screen.

“The codeword I nearly broke my back for?”

“Fuck off, hyung.”

Day 22: "What's the bad news?"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[edgy-ella]

Getting every ending in Shadow the Hedgehog because I lost a bet

Remember that time I said the Sonic 3 trailer would drop on June 23rd?

To celebrate Fearless: the Year of Shadow, join me and my friends as we get all ten endings in Shadow the Hedgehog. Will I live to see all 326 individual routes? Only time will tell…

[bet-on-me-13]

Batman pisses off Danny one day, so he decided to take revenge

Tim and Barbra aren’t the only ones addicted to Coffee, all of them are. Not a single one doesn’t rely on Coffee to function.

So Danny makes sure to make everybody just coincidentally forget to buy more coffee when they go shopping. He makes sure their orders are always misplaced when they go to a Cafe. He even makes it so that if they do ever get their hands on Coffee, it simply will not flow out of the Cup, it will flow around their mouths, or recede whenever they try to reach for it

Like Tantalus.

The Batfamily are begging Bruce to apologize to Danny, but he refuses to on principle

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

So i'm in the middle of playing the Silent Hill Remake, and it's the one and only Silent Hill game I've ever played. What I knew before was very minimal, so what I've gathered is that Silent Hill is a town that's basically aggressive therapy that takes the aggression extremely literal. Thinking about it that way, I had a thought.

What if the Ling Xi caves were more like Silent Hill. Psychological horrors and everything. It doesn't let you go until you've conquered your heart demons, and if you don't, then you Qi deviate and die.

I have not finished the game at this point, so if my interpretation is wrong, feel free to correct me.

[ilynpilled]

sorry to redditors but im joining the war on catelyn stark on the side of catelyn stark idc that she doomed their war bc 1. her girls matter 2. she freed my mans

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

hi guys so i decided to spend almost the entire day working on a spreadsheet that lists every song available in jpsekai (as well as ensekai exclusives) along with the cover artwork, producer, unit, and difficulty levels, with the options to filter on basically all sections. its meant to help make it easier to navigate the songs if you havent memorized what most of them are, but i also just think its fun to see everything laid out!

[punkrogue]

some fucking idiot: when we say "magneto was right" we're saying he's right about society and shit not supporting his terrorist actions

me: don't lump in with your cowardly ass i'm in full throated support of his terrorism. sentinels, purifiers, the mardies etc are all real and exist and want mutants dead and literally no one gives a single shit. they'd rather pass the mutant registration act and make "scaly lives matter" jokes on twitter then help stop the genocide of mutants. it's a good thing actually he's blowing shit up and he should do more of it actually.

[luckyguyy]

when Petrice is getting absolutely shut down by the Grand Cleric and then suddenly she gets shot in the chest with an arrow

and then it’s revealed a Qunari archer has snuck in

and then he shoots her again in the fucking head

and then you’re all just standing there looking at each other

and then Grand Cleric just calmly and coldly goes “Please, send for Viscount Dumar” from the staircase

FUCK

game of all time for real