#joe fight club

[excessive-linguistic-pressure]

Fight club the book aka "let's try to not stare at or think abt tyler durdens penis for 5 gay minutes"

[silkystims]

- On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

. . .

X | X | X X | X | X X | X | X

. . .

[lexishoney]

omg i love becca butcher and joe kessler

[paperstreetlocal]

shit ive been on

[symboslug]

Fight club, Joe Black and sexy sexy dnd ocs of mine and stuff .... yummy

This sketchbook is much bigger than the previous one (A5 instead of previous A6) and it's sewn up from paper trash (misprints mostly). I stick the receipts on the pages so I have white drawing space and also it looks pretty cool.

[c0s-lettuce]

#i love this genre

[adhdwtf]

diversity win! the man and his hallucination are gay!

[greattigerssimp]

So. Punch Out x Fight Club AU.

(Art by @vampirtulpe )

And yes, it's roleplayable... I'll explain the story below.

(Tw: dark subject matter, excessive violence, apocalyptic-esk setting... yeah-)

Uhh, where did this come from..?:

So basically, I watched Fight Club recently, and I was like "Hey what if the PO boxers were mentally and emotionally manipulated by a rich douchebag and completely took over sections of Manhattan?" I know that wasn't really the plot of Fight Club buuuut the thematic elements of toxic masculinity and society being overrun are still present so... yeah. This is a thing now :p

Story: The story takes place 4 years after Little Mac's rise to glory as a boxing champion. The WVBA ratings have absolutely plummeted... fights are too nice and predictable now! All the boxers are much to "out of it." There's no drive for any of them to punch each other anymore. It was up to Mr. Dream to motivate the boxers again... but it wasn't just the ratings. Mr. Dream needed more control, not only over the boxers but also their fanbase... the people. Why couldn't they be a part of the spectacle? Why shouldn't Mr. Dream profit from the violence of all of Manhattan rather than 13 has-beens. It was settled. It all began when Mr. Dream began to get more interactive with his boxers... it started when he'd assign them homework: start a fight with someone you don't know. Each boxer would handle this task in their own little way… but it didn't stop there. Mr. Dream would get more personal with his propert– I mean, boxers… he needed to know their wants, their insecurities, their passions… he wanted to break them down and build them up to be their own champions And as planned, the violence would spread, all over manhattan… in the suburbs, in the city, no one could escape it. Gangs were formed by the brainwashed boxers in order to bring down “stronger opponents.” The police would be overpowered, if not taken over by the boxers, and everyone, every citizen would live in fear and rulership under at least one of the boxers. Each of them had their own distracts of the city to rule, but in reality, it is Mr. Dream who is really in control over anything. 

As all of this is going down, Mac and his adoptive dad Doc Louis have been watching Manhattan's crime rate explode out of proportions from afar… they would be forced to take shelter at the now abandoned WVBA gym, just to avoid the massive gangs formed by the boxers. But now, they've had enough, and they need YOUR help save Manhattan by defeating all 13 boxers... and perhaps learning more about them... or even redeeming them... would that even be possible?

Starter:

All the boxers have taken over the city now, as seen by this totally not-sloppy map I created that shows where each boxer is located and what part of the city they "own." That star is where Mr. Dream resides (safe and sound), and that sliver of gray is where Mac and Doc are hiding out. Mac (and or your OC/self insert) have to not only fight the massive squads of goons formed by each boxer, but they also have to defeat each boxer in each sector of the map above... in a specific (real-life) based location, such as Time's Square or Central Park.

*insert OC/self insert here* is hiding away with Lil Mac and Doc Louis in the now abandoned WVBA. The entirety of Manhattan has been laid to ruin, over run with the violent gangs formed by each boxer. But… is there a way to take back the city? That's what Lil Mac and you have been preparing for!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello! I was going to req some hc’s or like a drabble for the narrator/jack? Both SFW & NSFW if you can but if you can’t it’s fine ^^ (ur literally carrying the tag on ur back LMAO)

Jack/The Narrator x Medical Staff Male Reader

Drabble

I tried writing this from Jacks perspective.

I have to get used to calling him Jack again, since I had to call him Joe in my assignment, since that’s what hes called in the book. This is based off of the books ending, so maybe google it if you don’t know it?

I had the idea of the reader being medical staff a while ago, and id love to explore it more with both Jack and Tyler, both as the same person or as separate people. No smut, but I hope that’s still good :)

on the shorter side, but enjoy

Heaven was a slow and dull place. Cold white walls, cold white floors, cold white clothes, bland tasteless food and angels watching over you, making sure you ate every bite and checking that you took all the tasteless little tablets in tiny cups. Their eyes would bore into you as you swallowed down the little things, some even wanted to see under your tongue to make sure you had taken them all. Just follow orders, open your mouth please, life your tongue, to the right, to the left, thank you, you can close your mouth now.

The only angel that mattered in this place was… him. I could never remember his name, even though he wore a nametag like every other angel. The only thing I could remember with certainty was his eyes. Unlike the other angels and God who looked at me with badly hidden fear and disgust, he looked at me with patience and warmth, so warm. I don’t even think my mother ever looked at me with that much care.

He was the first angel I saw when I woke up, his hand holding mine, his thumb rubbing light circles over the scar on the back of my hand. Over Tylers scar. I couldn’t speak the first month or two I was here, almost blowing your face off would do that to you, but he was always patient to me, waiting between his questions like I somehow had the ability to answer.

Even when I felt so empty and hollowed out, he would show up, turn me over and wipe me down, because I had become so invalid, I couldn’t even wash myself. Even the space monkeys that wandered the halls as cleaners or whatever else seemed to like him. My angel. My guardian angel.

Hes poor you know, he does this because he loves us low lives. His dad offed himself in front of him when he was a kid, his mom overdosed in the bathtub when he was a teen. His aunt that took him in beat him. Hes just as lowly as us, but he’s so kind, even us space monkeys, he always takes care of us Sir, you’ll love him Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

That’s all they call me, waiting with bated breath for him to return. For their messiah, for their God Tyler Durden to return. But all that was left was me, a loose-limbed scarecrow of a person, all jagged edges, and shadowed eyes. My angel always made sure I took the pills, I didn’t even care if he made me swallow cyanide, poison or some other drug that would leave me braindead. As long as he caressed my scarred cheek with those warm careful fingers afterwards, and spoke to me in that soft voice.

He must have noticed how I preened under his praise, because my angel kept praising me from then on. Soon thoughts of Project Mayhem and Space Monkeys and Marla meant nothing. As long as my angel was there to hold me when I wailed and seized through the different treatments, nothing mattered.

My angel made my insides twist and warm in ways neither Marla nor Tyler had ever made them twist. The medication God made me take made it so I couldn’t get hard, but I swear if I could, just thinking about my angel’s lips would have left me rock solid.

I wanted him to stay with me, but apparently that wasn’t advisable. He had other souls to check on, others to shine his light upon. But I never wanted him to go. He always caressed my hair before leaving, telling me to be good before he returned, and so I was. The time without him blurred together into a mess with no meaning.

Simply waiting for my angel to return again.

[j0ly0n]

i hope this hasn't been done before lmao

[s4mwinchest3r]

How the fuck

you get my point tho right

[excessive-linguistic-pressure]

The 5 times Joe/Jack mentions "Tyler's wet kiss" in the book

[bvrtysbvtches]

goldrose is like if fight club and hannigram had a kid

[aw4rmplace]

Welcome back Soapshipping

[lexishoney]

if joe is another butcher's hallucination, does that mean we have a fight club situation?? butcher's about to be even more violent? does butcher realize of that joe is his hallucination?

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #bradpitt #actor #producer #ThelmaandLouise #LegendsoftheFall #interviewwithavampire #fightclub #F1 #Wolfs #bullettrain #onceuponatimeinhollywood #troy #meetjoeblack #babylon #mrandmrssmith #thelostcity #se7en #12monkeys #oceanseleven #worldwarz #fury #thecuriouscaseofbenjaminbutton