#bedlam the chaos god

[sonicexelle-junkary]

I’ve noticed a pattern when it comes to creating antagonists. Specifically for Sonic.

[weirdozjunkary]

Their friendship is like Twilight and Discord to me

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

shoepilled cryptidmaxxer

[jasbell]

Putting this out to the public I guess

Bedlam v Bedlam! Who will win?

Bedlam belongs to @weirdozjunkary same with the MVA AU folks

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

"this reminds me of my friend @weirdozjunkary bedlam, and I don't know why, that creature just looks and sounds like him."

"am I Wrong?"

[xplainthexmen]

In which Tommy Lee Edwards draws a damned fine everything; death gods get taken a lot less seriously when their avatars are seagulls; warm and cool colors get in a fight; Domino has no time for this bullshit; Cable and Domino wait ’til the kids are asleep; Sunspot’s alibi is too complicated; X-Force forges a pouches path; Engines are nothing but trouble; and Ry’lor the Destroyer puts himself in time out.

X-PLAINED:

The Norse Pantheon of 2099

X-Force #91-93

One of the best X-covers ever

Our favorite Siryn story

Jesse Aaronson, penitent chef

Sean Cassidy, penitent dad

A realistically anticlimactic breakup

Cassidy/Rourke history

Bring Your Daughter to Crimes Day

Napoleon Sanders

An epistolary montage

The dusty pink word balloons of Tom Waits

A missed Manos-portunity

The Chaos Engine

Halloween Jack

Domino’s varied musical tastes

Ry’lor the Destroyer

Kodo the Komodo

Bedlam’s extremely situational powers

Astarte and Electryon

Horniness as a superpower

The Temple of the Dying Sun

Cable & Corsair’s (lack of) history

Hope, Hope, Hope, Hope, Hope, and Hope

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[soupthecoolest]

CnD!

alright! so CnD, or "Creation and Destruction" is my homebrew "dnd" campaign!! i have dnd in quotes just cause. well my autism got too strong and i made an entire handbook with my own mechanics LMAO so it's really it's own Thing at this point. which is super cool n fun. after everything's been wrapped up i might publish that handbook but WE SHALL SEE.

anyway CnD is my own personal excuse to make my friends rp with me and my crazy ocs. SO.

it all started when the 11 party members crashed on the beach in a town they'd never seen before. looked totally normal until at the end of the first session they found a portal!

jumping in, that just... kept happening. small adventure, portal, repeat. with no end in sight. as the party began questioning why all this was happening, they met these two little FREAKS named mayhem and maelstrom. (i'll add all refs i have below!!)

anyway mae n may mentioned an elusive “She” that they’re working for, which led my players down an insane conspiracy rabbit hole in which they guessed 90% of hullabaloo’s vibe based on a PRONOUN. ONE PRONOUN I DROPPED I CAN’T TELL THESE MFS ANYTHING

next, they met pandemonium, (@weedsmokingbfs's oc!!! owe you my life muppy) who told them that: these portals aren't taking them place to place, it's transporting them around purgatory. and they've all died.

since then it's been up to the party to navigate their purpose, how to escape, all of it.

then they met bedlam, who explained to them this crazy prophecy and the reason they're all trapped there, which connects to a decision he made 800 years earlier.

enter callie.

my god this is so much to explain IM CRAZY ok. so callie and dee (@percexe) had been meeting in the void for centuries. he'd see callie there when he died and never knew why. 2 idiots had an unspoken pact to not talk about their pasts, but boy they should've!

it would've revealed that callie is actually named chaos, and directly related to all the other crazy clowns they'd meet across the campaign.

they're called the Story, the main 6 pantheon of gods i've set up in this universe! so we've got (in order of like. "hierarchy")

mayhem and maelstrom: gods of war and balance (he/they)

pandemonium: trickster god of illusion (he/it)

bedlam: god of magic and prophecy (he/him)

hullabaloo: goddess of joy, day, and spontaneity (she/her)

chaos: goddess of narration, night, and tradition (she/he)

the Story are basically the worlds most fucked up family, all considering each other brother and sister. in the beginning they were fine, but as time went on things just naturally got more and more messed, and now everything is just a nightmare

chaos and hullabaloo are kinda a tier above the rest of the story, part of their own subset called the Storytellers.

hullabaloo wanted more power and betrayed chaos, trapping her in the void for eternity, as she wanted to rule the universe herself. which all circles back to how callie met dee.

in the void, chaos didn't feel like himself and took on the name calypso, which is how she introduced herself to dee once they met.

and nobody found out anything out of a series of insane miscommunications and lack of info! what fun!

but now in the campaign timeline, everyone's basically caught up. we've finished the first season and are heading into the second in a couple weeks!!! also excuse if this feels rushed at all it's because it is <3 LMFAO there's just so much with CnD, this barely scratches the surface.

there's so much i couldn't cover here like the prophecy binding the party to purgatory, bedlam's entire role in that, the mages, etc. we're like 25 sessions in and so far i've planned 40 more. i am SO normal!!!!

PLEASEEE ask about it if you're curious!! im so insane about my campaign it is my pride and joy :]]

in order there: hullabaloo, chaos, bedlam, pandemonium, and mayhem and maelstrom! ART CREDS for pandemonium and may&mae refs @weedsmokingbfs !!! once more muppy i owe u all my beans

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie idea: Roy and Jamie are on their honeymoon when an epic disaster happens like a tsunami or an avalanche. They try to hold on to each other but get torn apart. They each survive but think the other has perished. Somehow after wandering, helping others, and desperately searching for each other they wind up in the same refuge area and literally sit down next to each other, to exhausted to realize at first until they both finally turn around and actually see each other. It’s sheer bedlam after that and it doesn’t let up, only getting more chaotic when they finally get home. Even with the vortex of chaos happening around them, they have each other and that’s all that matters.

All y’all are on me for the angst goddamn okay I hear you. I will try my best like always 🫡.

Roy is exhausted, he saw Jamie disappear into the white fluff. He felt him slip away. He felt him die.

No. He’s not dead until there’s a body. Roy tilts his head back. He’s so tired, he helped distract kids earlier, he held a 6 year old for a long time who’s dad was till missing.

He comforted a mother who’s 16 year old daughter is in an hospital bed.

He’s so tired. This was supposed to be their honeymoon.

He collapses into a row of chairs. He tilts his head back to sleep for a bit, he pulls his hood up around himself.

———————

Jamie had bruises with bruises. He felt like a giant bruise. But that doesn’t matter because Roy is till missing, he felt Roy slide out of his fingers. Watched him disappear, he knows he might be dead. But he can’t think like that or he’ll go crazy.

He’d found two people when looking for Roy. A dad that’s frantic and a 22 year old who doesn’t speak any English, thank god for Dani teaching them all basic Spanish.

He stuck with the 22 year old for a while because she was so scared, he never stopped looking for Roy though. He didn’t see him.

He sees a line of chairs, he might as well sit for a while, might try to sleep, there’s an open chair next to a man with his hood up, hopefully he won’t mind if Jamie sleeps next to him.

~~~~~~~~

When Roy wakes up, there is a weight to his shoulder, he assumes it’s Jamie until he doesn’t feel a bus rocking back and forth and hears a baby cry.

His eyes open. He remembers now.

He glances down, the person has their hood up, blond hair peaks out of it.

He’s about to lay back and let them sleep some more when they move their right arm, tattoos. Jamie’s tattoos.

Roy stands up. The other person yanks up before they fall into the chairs.

“Shit sorry mate I’m used to sleeping on my husband, must’ve thought you were him.”

Jamie coughs, “not like I can be used to it anymore.”

“Why not.”

Jamie jerks in his chair. He looks up at Roy. “Are you real.”

Roy nods.

Jamie slams into Roy. They fall to the ground, causing some people around them to gasp, they both are crying, stumbling over ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I thought you were gone’.

A paramedic comes over and asks them if they’d like to share a bed for the night. They instantly agree.

Roy lays down first on his back, Jamie lays on top trying to put as little pressure on his bruises as possible.

Jamie’s face is in Roy’s neck, they just keeps saying I love you back and forth.

This was a shit show. And a horrible experience but they’ve got each others.

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

"Nope, sorry wasn't me all my explosives are currently being used for loony tunes style shenanigans with my pal bedlam"

"besides my restaurant's logo is a Roomba Freddy that's just a regular Freddy logo! might be the actual company sucks to suck!"

Hey... Um... There is a bomb in the bathroom. Should we worry about it? It has a fazbenders logo on it

@welcome-to-roomba-fazbender hey, Charlie? You leave a little present in the bathroom, buddy?

[sfaccountant]

Training ponies to be soldiers was not a controversial decision for the 38th Company, although the fleet did not have high hopes for the effort. Despite their size and discounting the specific advantages of the various races, ponies are roughly equal to ordinary humans in strength, durability, and intellect. However, ponies struggle to use equipment designed for humans (although far less than expected), are easily shocked by the bedlam of combat, and are unfamiliar with the technologies and tactical realities of the 41st millennium.

Specialized equipment compensated a great deal for their lack of hands, and a program of hard drilling and live-fire exercises went some way toward keeping them ordered and firing laser fusilades in the right direction, if nothing else. Some ponies - primarily those bearing cutie marks of weapons or having taken Chaos Marks - showed uncommon skill and familiarity with battle, but most of the trained equines proved disappointing on the battlefield.

Still, ponies remain inexplicably popular among the mercenaries of the 38th Company, and even the Iron Warriors can be often found treating them with a shocking degree of leniency. If pressed, they simply note that another warm body holding a lasgun and pouring burst fire into each new wave of greenskin marauders is well worth the paltry cost in salary and patience. But few press the matter; the Chaos Space Marines can be curiously prickly about their relationship with their Equestrian "allies."

On the matter of Chaos Marks, the 38th Company boasts a partial success. Although those corrupted souls have proven to be quite useful and far more dangerous in combat, the venom of the Warp does not settle easily within equine hearts and the results manifest in unexpected ways. Much more experimentation is necessary, but subjects are always hard to come by; few ponies are eager to give their souls over to the dark gods, and the Iron Warriors have always been reluctant to press for its worship.

(Art by ValKenkuArt and Xx_Girlscout_Cookie_xX)

[theecosystemdid]

ICP Introject/ Kin Flag Requested by our partner system!

How to make an Introject flag of something where the main colors are black and white… and you don’t want to make the god damn Sephora looking ass that is the straight flag…

Easy enough right? Wrong! This was honest to god one of the most difficult flags I’ve ever made and it turned out looking like someone added more steps to the original pride flag and stamped a clown face on it. Why the colors? Let me explain. I picked colors from all albums depicting a clown face. The albums being

Carnival of carnage (1992)

Ringmaster (1994)

Riddle box (1995)

The great Milenko (1997)

The amazing jeckel brothers (1999)

Bang! Pow! Boom! (2009)

The mighty death pop (2012)

The marvelous missing link (2015)

Fearless Fred Fury (2019)

Yum yum bedlam (2021)

From there I WANTED to put the colors in order by the year they release and when I tell you that was the biggest eyesore of color vomit I have ever seen, it was awful. I tried other combinations that turned out just as bad if not worse before deciding you can’t go wrong with putting it in rainbow order and calling it a day. If this doesn’t embrace the pure utter chaos this band is I don’t know what is. I’m going to go cry myself to sleep after this one 🦇

[sonicexelle-junkary]

More dumb mobian oc shenanigans as an excuse to introduce y’all to my (non Sonic) oc Bedlam.

Charlie (the weasel)- @moderator-monnie / @welcome-to-roomba-fazbender

Edit: for the folks who wanna know what Bedlam really looks like, you can look at him here. Quickly, before I change his design again for the millionth time lol.

[weirdozjunkary]

What a freak he is. I’m totally not planning something with him.

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

“Hey, uh, Charles. I think I (may or may not have) accidentally brought home one of the roombas when I got drunk at your bar the other night…

Anyways it somehow managed to operate a gun while in my house. Could you come get it? Cause it’s literally taking every chance it gets at shooting at me.”

— Bedlam. T. Chaos.

"... who the fuck signs their name like that? you sound like an old man, like that pathetic man you call a dad."

"... ... where did it even get a machine gun? must have raided gunny's gun closet, heheheh silly walrus ... no idea how he smuggles all thoes guns into Canada."

"Also you LET IT ON THE HIGH GROUND, NEVER LET A ROOMBA CLIMB AN OBJECT IT GIVES THEM POWER!"

"Anyway, I don't know how you smuggled one of my Roomba's past security... because that's a security flaw I need to take into account."

"But your on your own, because ONE it's funny TWO I know you got 'date' even if you don't call it that with Cap, since he's together with that bara titted man Llios."

"And I find it funnier if Cap shows up and has to help you deal with a roomba wielding a gun from the war, thus ruining his day."

"Next time don't take a Roomba from me, good luck beddy boy!"

"Oh by the way See you next week for our poker game, Oh by the way please bring some sort of food item, we're having a picnic after."

"I'm bringing Smores (yes regular ones asshole), Santa's bringing Nacho's, Doom Guy's bringing Cacodemon Steaks, Slender Man is bringing forest aged wine, and Moth Man is bringing watermelon slices, easter bunny is taking April off due to easter so he won't be there."

"And Krato's is busy with his son."

@weirdozjunkary

[jasbell]

Shall we?

[thisblogwilleatourselves]

Ha! Look at these self-proclaimed arbiters of reality—*aren’t they just delightful?* Bumbling about with their labels and rules, thinking they’ve got some grand insight into the nature of existence! “All neurodivergent people are disabled,” they say, like they’ve just solved the meaning of life or some other trivial puzzle. But let’s zoom out for a second, shall we? Spin the wheel of misfortune! ***Ding ding ding***—here’s a riddle for ya: **What happens when you call something ‘disabled��� just because society can’t handle it?**

**Answer:** EVERYTHING becomes a disability! Hey, hey, if we’re playin’ that game, why not call being *trans* a disability, huh? After all, society doesn’t exactly *roll out the red carpet*, do they? Ooooh, but *that* doesn’t fit their precious little framework, does it? It’s almost like...they’re picking and choosing what’s convenient! What a concept!

And speaking of convenience, why stop there? How about every single way the world chews people up and spits them out? Why not slap a label on it, tuck it under ‘disability,’ and wash your hands of the whole messy affair? ***Bravo!*** But wait—there’s more! Ever think—*nahhh*, scratch that, who needs thinking?—that not *everybody* wants to wear that label like some kinda twisted merit badge? Ever consider that maybe, just *maybe*, some people look at that word and go: “You know what? *No thanks*, I’m not *playing* by *your* rules.”

Hah, guess that’s too much to ask, huh? The world’s gotta fit into a neat little checkbox, right? Or else it’s chaos, bedlam, **ANARCHY**! And oh boy, we can’t have *that*, can we? Gotta keep those lines clear and clean. Problem is, they’re not lines at all—they’re chains! Chains that’ll bind you tighter than a straightjacket in a padded room!

Sure, the *symptoms* are real, **undeniably**—oh, what fun they are!—but the diagnoses? The constructs? They’re just another set of fetters. A label here, a diagnosis there, and boom! You’ve got yourself a pretty little cage with your name on it. Shiny! Except, well…who built that cage? The same system that’s *literally* marinated in ableism and oppression? Oh, don’t mind the stench; it’s only been rotting for centuries.

All these fancy words like *autism, schizophrenia, osteoarthritis*, they’re just fragile, flimsy things. Names for what’s really going on in people’s bodyminds—just words slapped onto phenomena we still can’t quite wrap our minds around! Sure, they help for a bit, make things seem tidy and manageable, until someone turns around and says, “Wait, what if it doesn’t fit? What if it’s *wrong*?” And *whoosh*, there goes the whole damn circus tent! ‘Cause reality ain’t so tidy, is it?

Ever seen someone twist themselves into knots ‘cause they don’t fit the “criteria”? Arceus help them! *Criteria*—now there’s a word for you. Nothing like having a cold, unfeeling checklist decide your reality. Got enough symptoms? Congratulations! You’re officially labeled! Don’t have enough? Too bad! Off you go! No treatment for you! Let’s toss that out with the morning trash, shall we?

But here’s the *kicker*—this whole mess ain’t just about disabilities, *oh no no no*, it’s everywhere! Transmeds, sysmeds—they’re all running the same hamster wheel, screeching about who gets to *count*. “Nonbinary people must be trans or cis,” they say, drawing little lines in the sand. “Systems must have trauma!” Oh, of course! How silly of it to forget! *Everyone* needs a set of hoops to jump through, right?

So what’s it gonna be, folks? Keep breaking each other down into itty-bitty boxes till you can’t breathe anymore? Or maybe—*just maybe*—ditch the whole damn thing! Cast off the chains! Break the wheel! Aim to be like the natural Irkens, who don’t need your shackles of identity! Who refuse to be bound by labels and definitions. Who see a world not of limits but of **INFINITE** possibility! A world where YOU define YOURSELF, where no one—no god, no *lab coat*, no smug bureaucrat—gets to decide who or *what* you are!

Heheheh…so go ahead! Smash through your dimension! Ascend beyond the labels and the names! Or just stay in your little box, hugging your definitions like a security blanket while the world moves on without you. Either way, it’s a riot. But it’s your show, folks! So…what’s it gonna be?