#Embrace chaos fellas

[funkyfreshinthebuilding]

hello GAYS!!! I never post my art on this website because my art is horrible and disgusting and I think this guy named Hex really encapsulates that.

He's my oc that's a hybrid of a dragon and a human which is strictly forbidden in dragon society (ANGST!!!!!!!!!!) because dragons and humans have been at war for a really long time. He's picked on a lot by other dragons so he lives in solitude in this mountain at the edge of his village.

He's somewhat respected since he's the most important scientist in dragon civilization as a whole, so he hasn't been butchered or beheaded because of that.

[sashaforthewin]

The mosh pit was intense. 

Steve had never been to a concert with moshing, but after a few moments of assessing the situation while trying to protect Dustin, he got the hang of it. There seemed to be one main focused clump of violence and then the edges where people were taking hits but not giving them. Steve instinctively knew this was where he was meant to go, so he positioned himself between the moshers and his charge. Dustin, unfortunately, seemed completely clueless and kept trying to get around Steve to get in on the fun. 

Upon closer observation, Steve noticed that the pit, while chaotic, wasn't actually as violent as he first thought. If someone went down, everyone around them pulled the person up. No fists were colliding. It was wild and bodies were slamming into each other, but it didn't seem life-threatening. So Steve looked at Dustin and said, "once around and then back here," before stepping aside and letting Dustin into the chaos.

Steve's eyes tracked Dustin's progress around the pit while he continued to take the hits the people behind him clearly didn't want to take. Bodies slammed against him, but there was something about it that was starting to be fun. There was a sort of camaraderie to the whole thing.

The moshing was moving in a sort of slow clockwise rotation, seemingly without anyone consciously choosing to do so. But then a guy slammed into Steve from the opposite direction, swimming against the stream, as it were, laughing and smiling. He looked at Steve and then did a double take.

"Hi," the guy said, now standing still within the mosh pit, unphased by the bodies slamming into him from all angles as he took Steve's hand in a slow shake, staring at him with huge dark eyes and a wide smile. 

"Hi," Steve responded. 

"I love your hair!" The guy said, still holding onto Steve's hand.

"Thanks, I love your vest!"

"Thanks, do you-" he started to ask but was cut off when the pit started to speed up and everyone started slam-dancing in a faster rotation. The guy was swept away into the circle and Steve lost sight of him.

Steve blinked. Then he saw Dustin, whose loud shirt was much easier to spot at a distance, and yanked him out of the circle pit. He could sort of see the guy every once in a while but the pit had him now so Steve continued his barrier duties of protecting the general crowd from the moshing and Dustin continued enjoying the raucous music.

As soon as the song ended, the guy popped back up next to Steve. 

"I love your energy, by the way. I haven't seen you at any shows around. I'm Eddie," he said, flirty, taking Steve's hand again, not really shaking it but more formal than the typical holding hands. 

"I'm Steve. Ow, and this is Dustin who I babysit because he is an immature little child," Steve said, rubbing the back of his leg where Dustin had kicked him.

Dustin was glaring.

"Dude, you don't have to call it babysitting, I'm fifteen."

"Don't worry, little fella, maybe your hot babysitter will invite me over some night he's watching you so we can hang out without you after your bed time."

"Ew. Also, he makes out with women, he likes women," Dustin proclaimed. 

"And more," Steve shrugged, still staring and smiling at Eddie. 

"More, huh? Well I am most definitely more."

Steve had never gone after a guy before, but he couldn't deny the appeal of someone so obviously really attracted to him. His inability to tell if he liked someone or if he liked that they liked him had caused him issues in the past and it sure wasn't showing signs of stopping any time soon, so he just embraced it. He was always willing to give it a shot and see what happened. 

So, with that in mind they exchanged numbers and then got to chatting. Dustin got bored and snuck off back to the mosh pit and Steve decided he could deal with whatever consequences he ended up with, which later turned out to be a bunch of bruises and a bloody, but unbroken, nose. 

But in the meantime, Steve and Eddie discovered they were both in Chicago for the concert and were actually both from the same town, though about as far away from each other as they could possibly live while still being in the town limits. They made plans to hang out at the Hideout the following weekend just in case they lost each other's numbers, and then they were rudely interrupted by Dustin turning up with blood pouring out of his nose. Eddie grabbed them some bar napkins and Steve decided they'd better call it a night. 

"Here, little man, we can trade shirts so you don't have to jumpscare your parents with gore. I like Weird AL and I don't mind being covered in blood. That sounded weird, don't take that the wrong way, Steve."

After some grumbling, Dustin and Eddie swapped shirts. Steve thanked him for being so considerate and kind by pulling him in by the hand and placing a small kiss on his lips, which Eddie eagerly reciprocated and the two made out hot and heavy for a moment until Dustin yelled at them and dragged Steve away.

Eddie just stood there smiling and watching his future husband get pulled out of the club by a disgruntled teen now rocking a Corroded Coffin shirt. After they were out of sight, he sighed wistfully and then headed back into the new circle pit that was just forming. 

[kdramastrix]

im always ALWAYS thinking about the person who said "vengeance suits kang yohan" like that is so so so damn true. Usually people come out of life-long revenge plans, absolutely drained of life and famished. It sucks the joy out of them, a sense of loss and purposelessness constantly dragging them down. The phase of "Now what?" and usually most protagonists either opt to end the chapter of their whole life there because they have never imagined life outside their core revenge or they start "regretting" letting that vengeance control their whole being.

But not Kang Yohan. Not him.

Because he comes out of it with PEACE. He's glowing, standing at that airport in casual wear, hair down, leather jacket. Its almost comical that he's so JOYOUS about it. There's not an ounce of guilt or regret. The revenge is done and dusted? Ate the rich successfully? Pursued absolute chaos in the whole country? THAT'S RIGHT. HE'S DONE IT FELLAS WHOOP WHOOP.

Now onto forming a better life for his niece. Adopting gardening perhaps as a new hobby. Maybe learning a new language. Reading more books. Getting away from that godawful house full of his father's disgusting presence. Experience something more even if the trauma and the nightmares remain.

I love that he fully embraces himself and his need for vengeance bcs i have never seen a man look so content with bombing people, being declared dead and moving to a whole new country while leaving his beloved twink behind (ok he was a lil sad abt the twink part but not otherwise)

[akairawrites]

Born for conflict | Jason Todd mini series

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A few days later, following the Joker's kidnapping of Black Mask and a near-fatal encounter, he found himself in police custody. However, despite the severity of the charges, he managed to secure his release on bail.

Word of Y/n’s encounter with the Red Hood circulated, adding another layer of complexity to the city’s volatile atmosphere. The information reached Black Mask’s ears, sparking a storm of frustration and resentment within him. The notion that Y/n, seemingly under his employ, had faltered against the Red Hood didn’t sit well with the crime lord.

Amidst the chaos, Black Mask’s legal battles intensified. The courtroom became a battleground, but the scales of justice tipped against him. Convicted, the once-powerful figure found himself on a journey through the grim corridors of Arkham Asylum.

Months after Black Mask's incarceration, Gotham appeared to settle into an uneasy calm, with only petty crimes and the sporadic Joker antics, challenges that Batman effortlessly handled.

Freed from the shadow of Black Mask, Y/n embraced a newfound sense of free will. It was a realization that dawned on her after a long period of submission. Uncertain of where to begin, she took a page from childhood books and secured a job at a popular coffee shop. Money wasn't a pressing need, but this marked the beginning of her journey toward a life unfettered by the constraints of the past.

"Good morning, Claire," Y/n chirped, gracefully removing her sweater and hanging it on the rustic coat rack before clocking in with her time ticket. The soft hum of the coffee machines and the rich aroma of freshly ground beans enveloped the cozy space.

"Good morning, Y/n." Claire greeted her with a smile from behind the polished counter. The coffee shop, adorned with exposed brick walls and vintage-inspired decor, exuded a warm and inviting ambiance.

Claire, a petite, middle-aged woman and Y/n's co-worker, shared a warm exchange. Most days, it was just the two of them working, a dynamic Y/n found comforting. The subtle jazz playing in the background added a touch of serenity to their morning routine, making the shared workspace at this charming coffee haven all the more enjoyable.

Claire meticulously counted the money in the register when Y/n approached from behind, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I got this," Y/n said, gently taking the money from Claire's hands. Claire looked up, a smile gracing her face, but it slowly faded.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Could you check on the kids again for me tonight? I’m working a late shift," Claire asked, fiddling nervously with her hands.

Y/n glanced up from the money, concern in her eyes. "Sure, but why not let me cover your shift?"

Claire looked down at her shoes and shook her head. "Money is a little tight right now; I need all the hours I can get."

"Oh, Claire, I can lend you some money if you need it."

"No, Y/n, please. It's okay." Claire met her gaze with a mix of gratitude and reluctance. Y/n understood Claire's financial struggles, especially given her situation with her late husband, and despite the refusal, she intended to help.

Y/n sighed. "Okay, but if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask."

Claire nodded appreciatively and excused herself to attend to the tables. The coffee shop buzzed with the rhythmic sounds of the espresso machine and low conversations, a quiet understanding lingered between the two women.

The bell above the coffee shop door jingled softly as it swung open. Y/n, engrossed in her tasks, looked up to see a tall, brooding figure entering. It was Jason Todd, a familiar face among the regular customers.

Claire, noticing the entrance, greeted him with a warm smile. "Good morning. The usual, Jason?"

He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes briefly meeting Y/n's before shifting away. Jason, aware of Y/n's presence, observed her from a distance, the familiarity in her face tugging at the strings of a history she was oblivious to. As Claire prepared his order, the air in the coffee shop held a quiet curiosity, with Y/n unaware of the complex connection that lingered between them.

"Can I help you?" Y/n inquired, her focus on her tasks, not bothering to look up. She sensed his lingering gaze. Jason straightened up, suddenly aware that he had been staring.

"No, sorry," he replied, turning away and pretending to search for Claire with his coffee. Y/n finally looked up and frowned. "Hey, don't I know you?"

Turning back to her, he shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I come here a lot, so that might be it," he shrugged.

She shook her head, her suspicion evident. "No, I don't think that's it. Your voice sounds so familiar." Y/n squinted at him, trying to unravel the mystery that lingered in the air.

Jason maintained a composed exterior, masking the turmoil beneath. Y/n's probing gaze hinted at a recognition he wished to keep veiled.

"Well, I'm not from around here, so it's probably just your imagination," he said with a nonchalant smile, attempting to divert her attention.

Y/n, however, wasn't easily dissuaded. "I don't know. It's strange. Maybe I heard your voice somewhere else," she mused, her curiosity unabated.

Claire returned with Jason's order, breaking the tense moment. "Here you go, Jason," she said, oblivious to the undercurrents between the two.

As he took the coffee, Jason nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Claire. Have a good day," he said, sparing Y/n one last enigmatic glance before exiting the coffee shop, leaving her with an unresolved sense of familiarity and a lingering question in the air.

Y/n watched him leave, a perplexed expression lingering on her face. Claire, noticing the exchange, couldn't help but inquire, "Everything okay, Y/n?"

Y/n shook her head, still lost in thought. "I don't know, Claire. There's something about him. It's like I've heard his voice before, somewhere."

Claire chuckled, dismissing it lightly. "Probably just a regular customer. Don't let it bother you. We get all sorts here."

As the bell above the door chimed with Jason's departure, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the encounter than met the eye. Little did she know, the echoes of a shared history lingered just beyond her reach, a mystery she was unwittingly drawn into.

I am so sorry for feeding your delusions also this chapter was very boring I just wanted to get something out before the end of the week

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[deakyjoe]

Sarge & Simon’s Playlist

(Somebody’s Watching Me Series)

Link to playlist

List of songs:

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

“I’m just an average man, with an average life.”

Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

“I need you to see this love was meant to be.”

She’s Like the Wind - Patrick Swayze

“Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs.”

Love Is Strange - Mickey & Sylvia

“Your sweet loving is better than a kiss.”

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

“Your beauty never ever scared me.”

God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

“The world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me?”

I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith

“Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.”

Nobody Does It Better - Carly Simon

“I wasn't looking but somehow you found me. I tried to hide from your love light.”

Every Breath You Take - The Police

“I dream at night, I can only see your face.”

Take My Breath Away - Berlin

“Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game. Haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames.”

(You’re The) Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley

“I thought that I was in heaven but I was sure surprised. Heaven help me, I didn't see the devil in your eyes.”

(They Long To Be) Close To You - Carpenters

“Why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by?”

I Feel the Earth Move - Carole King

“Oh, darling, I can't stand it when you look at me that way.”

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

“I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?”

As the World Caves In - Matt Maltese

“Yes, it's you I welcome death with.”

Stop The Calvary - Jona Lewie

“Oh I say it's tough, I have had enough.”

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

“I’m a lucky fella and I just gotta tell her that I love her endlessly.”

Songs listed below are recommendations from readers:

You’re On You’re Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Me Gustas Tu - Manu Chao

Whiskey Lullaby - Alison Krauss and Brad Paisley

Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton

Come Out and Play - Billie Eilish

Tell Him - Lauryn Hill

Gravity - John Mayer

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

WE (Warm Embrace) - Chris Brown

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Make You Feel My Love - Adele

Run To You - Whitney Houston

Have a Heart - Bonnie Raitt

Love Sneakin’ Up On You - Bonnie Raitt

Thing Called Love - Bonnie Raitt

Almost Unreal - Roxette

Making Love Out of Nothing at All - Air Supply

The First Time I Ever Saw You - Leona Lewis

Guillotine - Jon Bellion

You’re My Soul and Inspiration - The Righteous Brothers

Undertow - Sara Bareilles

Feel free to send me song suggestions to add to the playlist and ask me for explanations for any of these song choices! Find Somebody’s Watching Me on my masterlist.

[tllgrrl]

SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Day 6 Prompt: “There’s no place like home.” | SFW

Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes, and Special Guest Cameos: Cass & AJ Wilson and Alpine the Cat

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He sees the front porch, and another piece of what he called “the Thunder-whatever thing” falls off of him.

Stepping out of the van, he grabbed his backpack and duffle, and nodded to the driver.

“Thanks, pal.”

“My pleasure, Sarge!”

The vehicle pulled away, and before Bucky mounted the steps, he looked around the yard, doing a casual perimeter check.

Some old habits can’t die.

Especially not now, when everything he holds dear is on the other side of that door.

He closed his eyes and heard the boys and Sarah inside:

“Luke! You can nevah defeat me!”

“I am stronger with the Force, Vader!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Cass! AJ! Are you done with your homework?”

And he smelled food cooking.

Meatloaf, greens, macaroni and cheese.

His mouth watered coming off of 3 ½ weeks of food from fast food stores and greasy diners, none of it properly seasoned as far as he was concerned.

A small white cat stepped onto the porch, sat, and waited.

“Hi there,” he said softly, scratching behind her ear with his right hand. She jumped up into his arms, and climbed up to his left shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he cooed. “You been good, Alpine?”

‘Mrow,” she answered, rubbed her face on his ear, purring.

Before putting the key into the lock, he placed his hand on the door jamb.

“Sikelela le ndawo,” he whispered.

Opening the door, he sees a lightsaber duel in full swing in the living room, accompanied, of course, by John Williams’ iconic music coming from the TV.

“Hey fellas!”

“Uncle Bucky!” the boys chime together, dropping their plastic weapons, running to hug him and tussle over his duffle and backpack.

Alpine jumps down heading straight for the kitchen as he knelt so they could all get their arms around each other.

“Guys? Did you hear me?” Sarah calls, walking into the dining room as he stands and closes the door. “Time to get ready for—“

Her face lights up, but her “Mama’s Not Playing” voice is what the boys hear:

“Are you guys lightsabering in this house again? You know better. Go put Bucky’s bags in the mudroom, pick up your stuff out of here, wash your hands and set the table. You can play space battle outside after dinner.”

“Okay, mama!” They snickered hauling the bags into the kitchen because they knew what was going to happen next: The Kissin’ Stuff, which they didn’t mind too much because it made their mama all smiley. Mama and Uncle Bucky.

“Hey Sarah.”

“James. Come’ere, you.”

She opens her arms and he walks into her embrace.

He removed his dog tags and placed them around her neck before he kissed her, and as he did, Alpine continued to purr as she wound her way around their legs and the boys carried on with their Luke vs Vader debate while putting plates and silverware on the dining room table.

This was where he wanted to be, and where Sarah wanted him: in kid’s hijinx, in cat chaos, and in her arms.

He meant it from the bottom of his heart when he looked into her eyes and said:

“There’s no place like home.”

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Posted HERE on the AO3 .

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[tinfoilbutters]

Butters outfit headcanons please!

Alright fellas strap in, because this is the character I've put the most thought in.

For daily Butters' I see him wearing a fleece jacket, similar to the NorthFace ones. Some times he wears a graphic tee under it, sometimes it's a normal tee shirt.

For his pants I once saw someone say that he wears corduroy pants, and I love it. I remember having a pair growing up. For his shoes I think a low rise boot/loaf that's water resistant

Moving on to my pride and joy, Professor Chaos. I see his cape being made of a spare sheet, held together by a clasp made of a broken necklace chain and the tops of cans. His vest is made of nylon ripstop and based off another Northface thing i saw. He wears green jeans, canvas shoes, and his tinfoil armor is precariously assembled with love and a lot of tape. (Stay tuned for my final costume idea)

Moving on to paladin Butters.

His circlet is a cute plastic crown. He's got shoulder armor similar to that of a foot ball quarterback's. His tunic/surecloth is made from an old shirt that belonged to his father. Butters modified it to better fit him (his father didn't approve, but this isn't about that)

The belt is made of a drawstring that he found somewhere, all of it is worn over his everyday pants and shoes. He also wears those latex gloves for doing dishes. (Once again stay tuned for my final costume idea.)

Ending with with his cute Halloween jamies.

They're footie pjs made of a cotton jersey fabric. (This is here mainly bc these are Uber cute and I an and will make a jacket based off it)

Now its time for Kass' final costume edit ™

These are my irl notes,and in my au, Butters gets a real cool babysitter, who has a freak knowledge on sewing.

Professor Chaos stays similar to Butters' og design. The only difference being in the cape, which was now made of a lightweight satin. That was chosen because it looks sick as heck. The tinfoil armor took a different shape, due to it being wrapped around cardboard to increase durability.

Paladin Butters has a more drastic change .

His cape is now one of those giant scarf cape things made of a lightweight linen. His tunic and surcoat are now separate pieces with the tunic being made of light cotton and the surecoat being made of wool. His belt is made of a faux leather cord that matches his boots. His gloves are made of faux suede and lined with sherpa.

The crest that's on the surecoat has a hammer discretly embroidered in it.

In my first version of it, the crest included a banner saying "Conplecte Abyssum" which is a Latin phrase roughly meaning "to embrace chaos"

[dynamite-derek]

Mortal Kombat 1's story is embarrassing

NOTE: I will be spoiling the Mortal Kombat 1 story mode, I'm not giving warnings after this. If you want to see it for yourself, please do so before reading this.

Mortal Kombat 9 is one of my favorite stories in a video game. It takes the outline of the first three Mortal Kombat games and turns it into a cinematic story. It's easy to follow, pretty wild and best of all it does not take things safely. MK9 ends with almost every single main cast member dead. When I put down the controller at the end of the story mode, I legitimately thought 'I have no idea how they are going to make a sequel to this.'

It's a story mode that was so impressive that it made me stick around with the franchise despite my misgivings about it. I don't think it plays well and I think the monetization schemes around it are putrid, but I like seeing the stories they have to tell. I felt what Netherrealm Studios did for fighting games was something other studios should copy. I'm a Street Fighter fanboy and I wanted THAT franchise to take from MK. It would take a while but they'd get there eventually.

Unfortunately, those days are long over. Mortal Kombat 1 plays it safe. The end of the most recent game, Mortal Kombat 11, involves Liu Kang restarting history and making it in his own image. He purposefully kneecaps daunting figures from his own history in order to make things slightly better this time around. Shang Tsung is a snake oil salesman, Shao Khan is a loyal guard to empress Sindell, Quan Chi is...I don't know what he was doing but he was not the wacky guy we knew and loved.

Someone doesn't like this though! There is a mysterious figure that is convincing these evil characters to embrace their potential and sew chaos on Liu Kang's world. This could be interesting because, well, how could someone be aware of a history that has been erased? How do they know the significance of these figures? For all they know, Quan Chi is just some bald fella who hangs out at the Hot Topic.

It's revealed that this figure is a version of Shang Tsung from Liu Kang's universe. In the Mortal Kombat 11 Aftermath DLC, Shang Tsung and Liu Kang fight for the ability to control the universe and rewrite history. The player can select either Shang Tsung or Liu Kang to get the ending of their choice. So the person fucking up Liu Kang's new world is from a different timeline. This makes sense, but I do not enjoy stuff like this because I think it shows cowardice. The writers did not want to choose a definitive ending for the first game. Nier this is not.

Before this point, MK1 told a pretty straight forward story. You had a group of characters you got to know with discernable personalities and motivations. Things are different from the world you knew from Mortal Kombat 9, but it's a different universe. That makes sense. When the reveal is made, all pretenses of having a focused story fly out the window. Mortal Kombat changes into a multiverse superhero movie and does not look back.

From the reveal of Titan (the other timeline's) Shang Tsung, everything ceases to matter. None of the characters you have been around for the past few hours are important anymore. It's Fire God Liu Kang and a multiverse of different versions of characters you like. You see, Liu Kang has the idea that there are actually multiple different timelines instead of just the two. So now you get to hang around a bunch of characters from a bunch of different timelines where someone other than Liu Kang or Shang Tsung took control of things. There wasn't this kind of choice in the MK11 DLC. It was one or the other. So instead of making this a "well actually both endings were the real endings" scenario it becomes a "well actually there are infinite possibilities and anything could happen so maybe Sektor or some shit is a time god now who knows?" scenario.

So the game ends with a giant battle royale between warring timelines. Liu Kang with a bunch of people he recruited and Shang Tsung and a bunch of people HE recruited. You get to see a lot of blood and guts here with various alternative versions of familiar characters to see. My favorite is Quantum Chi, what a stupid name. The problem is: these are all meaningless. People die by the dozens, characters you are familiar with, but it doesn't mean anything. They are alternate dimension versions of the characters you know. The ones you spent time with are fine. So why should I care if universe 9172 Mileena Khan gets her head bitten off by universe 8162 Tarkan Kabal? I don't know her.

This all made me think of Across the Spiderverse. That movie took a little time to develop the alternate versions of Spider-Man. I'm not saying they were all fully fleshed out characters, but if Penny Parker were to get killed by Mysterio or something, the viewer would probably care. This game throws all this multiverse stuff at you at the very end. I think there was maybe an hour of gameplay after the big Shang Tsung reveal. There's no time to care about anything. If the plan was a multiverse, why didn't you try to establish it a little sooner? That way I could form an opinion about evil Sonya Blade (cameo only, please buy the DLC). I'm not even picky, just give me a couple lines.

When Mortal Kombat 9 did all of its killing, it took characters you knew for the whole game and just slaughtered them mercilessly. It's not the kind of game where you're going to shed a tear when someone dies, but you do feel *something* when you have to fight all the zombie versions of your characters in that game. Like, you went through a lot of stuff with those guys! In this, all the killing and violence meant nothing. It was just for show. People died but it doesn't matter. They weren't the 'real' versions of those characters. In the next game, we will resume from Liu Kang's universe which is mostly in the same state as we started it in. The only character who dies is Sindel. They actually bring back Kitana's dad from the dead, so our death count goes down by 1. We broke even!

They went the fanservice/multiverse route because it's a popular thing to do. Those kinds of stories are in. But this was just violence for the sake of violence. There was no story to tell, just meaningless bodies to skewer. No real consequences. A decade ago I put down the controller for a game I didn't even think I'd like and said 'What in the world are they going to do for a sequel? I can't wait!' Today I put down my controller and just don't care.

[crypticpawpoems]

A Night Outing

I put on the makeup, shedding my old skin.

I put on the mask, concealing my inner identity.

I put on the costume, flaunting my new style.

I put on the hat, adding a comical touch.

I slip on the gloves in case my hands are dirtied.

I pull on the boots, leading me to heights I never thought I could reach.

I holster the guns, saving their use for later.

I wield the hammer, knocking down any obstacles in my path.

I race to him, my love, my salvation.

I embrace him, feeling comforted and passionate.

He gives me a mission, a quest suited to my skills.

I follow his orders, embarking on a journey.

I must prove my worth, showing that I care.

I make my way to the target, slinking around alleys and rooftops.

I warm up my skills on the way, performing cartwheels and backflips.

I am a force in the darkness, reaching the building with ease.

I enter through the skylight, shining moonlight down below.

I see an almost empty warehouse, shivering in the cold.

I drop down and find leverage, balancing myself.

I hear voices, maybe one or two or four.

I know the guy is down there; I recognize his face.

I see that two are armed, a minor distraction on my part.

I watched them turn their backs, unknowingly falling into my trap.

I landed lightly behind them on my feet, cleverly spotting them.

I decide that now is the time to grab their attention,

lead them to their imminent deaths.

“Hiya, fellas! Mistah J wants one of ya dead, and I’m not one to disappoint!”

I unsheathe my weapons, guns of destruction.

“Shoot her!”

I’m too fast for them, nearly dodging the bullets they throw at me.

I aim, I fire, and I kill.

I oversee all chaos here; no one leaves alive.

I fulfill the deed. I fulfill the need. I watch them bleed.

I return, my mission a success, a bloody mess.

I tell him, prove him of my worth, exhilaration flowing through my veins.

I gleam with joy as he congratulates me on a job well done

And seals the contract with a kiss on the cheek.

I’d gladly do it all again.

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[sunnysynthsunshine]

Rik birthday writing piece

Once in every lifetime, comes a love like this…..

18 years ago was when I first heard your voice, it was so exaggerative, so animated

I’d then catch you in other places, but it was a voice then, I didn’t have a face to put it with

Several years had passed, and somehow I started watching your old comedy shows and acts

Little did I know, that it lit the spark, which then illuminated the rest of my life 

At the time I was a spotty whingy awkward fella who went on about socialism without knowing the lark associated with it, I was unsure of how to talk to others, my mindset made it difficult

yet when you entered my life, you rewired my mind like a television set, the type gobbled up by that rowdy trihawk punk with the stars on his head

Watching some of your projective characters made me re-examine how I felt about myself, it was like I was looking in a mirror 

When I saw Rick, I saw how miscommunicative I was being, 

When I saw Richie, I saw how pretentious and overreactive I could be, 

When I saw Alan, I thought about the people running the world, being from a neighbourhood where we didn’t know about the underbelly of austerity, it made me realize how emotionally manipulative and selfish the tories can be.

However, I also saw the characters charm, their joy and passion, 

Rick’s love for 80s pop music and poetry made me more curious about those interests

Richie’s occasional mayallwife role made me embrace the campy queer I am 

I started to recover, I became more expressive about who I was and the interests I had, 

I wasn’t afraid anymore (like Lizzie when she faces her past), I improved my social skills and recognized the sources I was getting info from, the links to the punk movement got me down to anarchism route

One of my interests was….you and your comedy work, well it started as an interest, but then I started dressing like you and using one of your character names as a nickname, it made me feel more confident about myself and my gender.

I’d write introspective poems, I learned to write some comedy myself and eventually did my first drag gig, I met a lot more friends because of you, friends who I’ll treasure forever, and I’ll never forget who got me there, while the changes were my own choice, you were one of the signals I had to adjust my headspace

It felt like….someone understood me,  while we are separated from land, decades and spiritual energy when I read about you, I can sense the pure chaos and soothing aura you’d collectively share, wherever you went 

On stage, on screen, in books or magazines, 

random advertisements or video game announcements

You radicalized me into the snarky comedic anarchic lad I am today 

In the words of Karen Carpenter, today is the day, the angels got together and sprinkled moondust in your hair, you could appear devilish with a gurning smirk flicking a rude hand gesture or heavenly as your long hair flows in the wind, while you smile at the photographer, looking like a raphaelite painting 

You and the comic strip guys sure kicked up a fuss, 

you told people what was up

To stand up to the establishment and feel free

A theatrical comedy revolution is what you started

Beckett cocktails and poncy cigarette drags

A pretty boy rattish man who could yelp more sound effects than a  television sound box

But beyond the stabby badge pins, dated haircuts and frying pan slams

There was a heart, you are very compassionate and caring 

Even when the ticker stopped clicking, the energy I can sense is still loving

Happy Birthday you old bastard, now 65

Stage lights are off but your soul is alive

When we laugh at your jokes or gasp at your performances

Giving an offering when I play Little Richard on the playlist

even in your silver fox times, 

your joy feels so young at heart, 

as your silly ramblings and stunts stay in our minds 

The wild commentary and ruckus never got stale 

Here’s a toast, to “The” doctor rik mayall 

[worktheraft]

ok now since we've started talking about discovery being like Hal's body can we talk about how Dave and the other astronauts are literally "inside" Hal the whole time. the closest analogy I can think of is a fetus within a mother's womb (yes Hal is officially Mommy™). at this point I'm very tempted to just call it an "embrace". but this womb or "embrace" image is something deeply ambiguous because on the one hand it's a symbol of intimacy and protection, and on the other hand this is a very unsettling image because the womb and the womb-fetus symbiosis and in general just this "within-ness" (for lack of a better term idk) is always threatening to devour whatever individuality or existence that the fetus has, to reduce it to that primordial state of undifferentiation and chaos. "womb and tomb" amirite fellas. it's just hard not to love this kind of dynamics because it's such a delicious mix of intimacy and antagonism

[simstryingtheirbestok]

Q: What's worse than being awakened at 3 in the morning by a shrieking alarm?

A: Being awakened at 3 in the morning by TWO shrieking alarms.

Why's it always gotta be two disasters simultaneously in my game? In David's save he couldn't just be visited by a burglar, no! he had to be visited by a burglar and aliens.

This fire started literally seconds after the burglar showed up. Here, look!

Sure, it's my fault for leaving the fire going. Fine. I'll own that.

Jian Wei has the Brave trait. Unfortunately, his negative trait is Absent-Minded. So he started out of the bedroom intending to subdue the burglar, but then he spaced it.

He was brave enough to team up with Dietmar to put out the fire, though, so I can't complain. He hit it with the fire extinguisher while Dietmar ice-blasted it.

The burglar, of course, got away through her wily maneuver of walking straight past the cop.

"Oh hey. 'sup, officer."

"Have you seen any crime?"

"Can't say that I have. I gotta get to work now, though."

"Good day, citizen!"

The Sims 3 cop is an Imperial Guard now, I guess. Except, the player actually had some reason to fear the law in Oblivion. In TS3, psh.

At this point it was around 5 a.m. and my control-freak side had a little skirmish with my play-by-the-rules side.

On the one hand, I didn't want these fellas passing out at 2 p.m. or taking naps on the couch that would only be interrupted by, probably, Jian working out to the stereo.

On the other hand, the rules say to leave 'em alone. Embrace the chaos!

But some kinds of chaos are fun and other kinds of chaos are boring, and I think sleep-deprived contestants are the boring kind of chaos. So I settled on putting all their motives like this:

--because what I had planned for the morning were 1:1 chess dates, an hour each. They couldn't do that if they were all hungry, tired, dirty, and needing to pee.

[morphologique]

I long for the divinity of the present

When sun hugs moon’s crescent

When picadilly serves a purpose

Our nonsense rules without adjournedness

Crybaby Samuel rocks alight

Pippybodaniel snarls exquisitely

Ramanan Ramadan Schumacher

Digits for now and ponies out of district

Visiting stores full of half priced biscuits,

Stoning and cherishing said half priced biscuits.

But when moon embraces sun,

Fellas of distant English blue blood,

Rounded up by horses there begins the racket,

A birds eye view of the lovely jonquil jackets.

Neighbouring pomegranates bathe reluctantly

As if to pronounce ‘fondue’ succulently

June waggles quickly

The sickened starboards paved way to the nearest pomegranate store has just been noticed by leprechauns ginormous 103.2 fm

To the shallowest souls of mental institutions

I present to you a uranium filled constitution

Jabbing with neutrons flowering with fission

Jargon worded nerdists foresaw wild resolution

Cookie snowflake summons prancing rings

Meanwhile John ‘seconds’ Syllable rushes rush—ants, two-winged

An ever ending war crutching with chaos

The little boy stared darkness as even retired puppeteers embellished hellholes.

[cryptic-paw]

Harley Quinn Acronym (Copy)

I put on the makeup, shedding my old skin.

I put on the mask, concealing my inner identity.

I put on the costume, flaunting my new style.

I put on the hat, adding a comical touch.

I slip on the gloves in case my hands are dirtied.

I pull on the boots, leading me to heights I never thought I could reach.

I holster the guns, saving their use for later.

I wield the hammer, knocking down any obstacles in my path.

I race to him, my love, my salvation.

I embrace him, feeling comforted and passionate.

He gives me a mission, a quest suited to my skills.

I follow his orders, embarking on a journey.

I must prove my worth, showing that I care.

I make my way to the target, slinking around alleys and rooftops.

I warm up my skills on the way, performing cartwheels and backflips.

I am a force in the darkness, reaching the building with ease.

I enter through the skylight, shining moonlight down below.

I see an almost empty warehouse, shivering in the cold.

I drop down and find leverage, balancing myself.

I hear voices, maybe one or two or four.

I know the guy is down there; I recognize his face.

I see that two are armed, a minor distraction on my part.

I watched them turn their backs, unknowingly falling into my trap.

I landed lightly behind them on my feet, cleverly spotting them.

I decide that now is the time to grab their attention,

lead them to their imminent deaths.

“Hiya, fellas! Mistah J wants one of ya dead, and I’m not one to disappoint!”

I unsheathe my weapons, guns of destruction.

“Shoot her!”

I’m too fast for them, nearly dodging the bullets they throw at me.

I aim, I fire, and I kill.

I oversee all chaos here; no one leaves alive.

I fulfill the deed. I fulfill the need. I watch them bleed.

I return, my mission a success, a bloody mess.

I tell him, prove him of my worth, exhilaration flowing through my veins.

I gleam with joy as he congratulates me on a job well done

And seals the contract with a kiss on the cheek.

I’d gladly do it all again.

[blue-justice]

BLUE-JUSTICE || Sonic the Hedgehog (films)

It's everyone's favorite hedgehog hero! Or, well, to those that know him anyways. Unlike other blue hedgehogs, this one isn't actually used to the limelight. But he's here and eager to help while making new friends along the way!

[ APP ] [ STATS ] [ TRACKER ]

left mobius when he was rather young due to the war between the last of echidnas and owls over the chaos emeralds. was sent to live in hiding on earth, unaware that the key to the master emerald's location was taken with him.

spent most of his life growing up in isolation and had to pretty much raise himself. everything he knows, he's learned by watching humans from afar for the most part. yeah.

he's definitely embracing being able to just be a kid now though! though, he might fall back on some old habits from time to time.

please be his friend? he'll get the hang of this whole socializing thing eventually! he's trying his best.

will kill and die for his family and friends. may or may not forcibly adopt more siblings. watch out.

"dr. robotnik? didn't i kill that guy? ...need me to try again?"

JUST A LITTLE FELLA!!!! no seriously he's pint-sized.

[autiezo]

I don't know much about Tumblr. I used to be able to go with the flow when I was more active, but that was 8 years ago lmao. 2014 or 2015 tumblr was pretty neat and I loved writing my little Jacksepticeye / Markplier alter ego fanfic and other wacky mini OC stories. Too bad all of that baby Zo writing was lost to the void. I deleted them all because I was embarrassed and thought they were cringe, years before I realised that embracing the harmless cringe is actually the opposite of cringe and is pretty damn cool. Another reason why they got lost was because I suck at organising stuff lmao

Ig i'll use this site to ramble on about anything I please. Like how an elderly man traps an unsuspecting youngster into a one-sided conversation, and the youngin' is trapped by the social convention of "Respect your seniors = you can't just wordlessly walk away from someone's grandpa when they're talking to you".

I like it here. Everyone here is a weirdo, so therefore no one really gets judged for being an odd fella. Making myself comfy in the chaos