#no matter who wins tak wins

[aperfecttimeforscreaming]

NAME A WOMAN Drawn for @irkendogma bc their takes are pure liquid lava

[neolxzr]

OK so heres some of my favorite things that were talked about during the enter the florpus commentary thing yesterday:

one of jhonen's favorite things in the whole movie is the writing in zim's kitchen that says "do anything is real?"

they clarified specifically that gir was not lying and he did in fact eat a baby at the crazy taco

gir smells REALLY bad. theres like rotting organic matter in his body at all times. he stinks

zim's human suit is made out of actual human skin

zim is acting drunk on nacho cheese during that scene in his house because richard horvitz recorded it while drunk

they planned to have this whole thing with tak's ship only agreeing to go to moo-ping 10 because it knows tak is there. they wouldve shown her in silhouette during that brief explosion and she wouldve stowed away on the ship without anyone knowing and then wouldve shown up towards the end of the movie, but they decided to cut it out

zim did not need to frame membrane for a crime in order to get him into space prison and likely just tossed the guards like 5 bucks for it. its a shady place. they did specify though that if he did frame him for something, it would have been jaywalking

they pointed out during that scene where zim is celebrating peace day on dib's lawn that zim's reaction to seeing dib was very much genuine and that's just how his brain works. he is genuinely surprised to see him pop out of his own house. (they also described his reaction as like "being surprised to see your best friend")

the ham joke was ABSOLUTELY CRITICAL to the film and at some point jhonen remembered it and was like GUYS. WE ALMOST FORGOT THE HAM

there was supposed to be this joke where it cuts to and from gaz and dib in tak's ship and they would've had to stop at like a warp station or something and theyd be waiting in a long queue of spaceships and the radio is broken in the ship so theyre stuck listening to that one song. then itd cut to them like totally braindead drooling from listening to it for so long. and then a little later itd cut back a FINAL time and theyd know all of the words and both be singing along to it. but this was also cut out so only the last bit remained

when asked "who would win: minimoose or mrs. bitters?" the answer was along the lines of "neither, i think all of us lose in that scenario"

the tallest are just two dudes who happen to be the same height and therefore have to share the same job. they are not brothers and they are also not gay lovers ("as much as you want them to be, they are not. there is no love in this universe")

skooge is in fact alive and lives in zim's basement. they wanted to keep the number of "hey remember this thing from the tv show!" moments to a minimum so he was not mentioned in the movie. but he is there

[acidakerizo-47]

omg sorry i was dead a little and I'm glad that you still asking me an interesting requests and questions in Fandom and I'll wait for more! and of course I'll try to answer on all on them xd

sooo... what can i show? i made with my son some ideas for fan iz scenarios and i wanna show you a little concept i made uuuh (it's our rp idea mostly lol but idk i just wanna tell you more about it idk)

this is idea about socialisation test in irken armada that shows how specific races can cope with difficulties together with their relatives BUT something didn’t go according to plan and Dib also ended up at this test when he shouldn’t have been there

no matter how comical it was, Dib was assigned to the giant team (their race is a huge stone people similar to rhinoceroses and cobblestones at the same time), which he turned out to be absolutely unnecessary and the bets on his speedy death were wild

bc of negative situation he had to survive more alone and sometimes even get help from Zim (Zim donated his battle gear to Dib calling him an asshole at the time).

Zim's team consisted of Tak and another Irken unfamiliar to him who was a former invader until he lost part of his health (his name is Tom, his participation in this testing is still unclear but he himself volunteered to support Tak)

as it may despite the goal of winning, for the sake of a big prize Zim disappointed not only his team he did it also on those who bet a big money on Dib's death due to the fact that he had to save him more than participate in the testing...

I'm not sure this idea is so good Idk if I should tell the details of what's happening in this scenario I didn't write too much information

huge stone rhinoceroses and Tom is... OCs i just made lol? the ideas on them are very empty..? you can see it right away from the first three characters but Tom has most meaningful bio...

I'm feeling a little doubtful about it cuz now I'm too stupid after artblock...

[liyatime]

💭 . . . " ENEMIES ON STAGE, LOVERS BACKSTAGE" . . ☄️. REQ

☄️ pairing ; bttm ! na jaemin x top ! male reader

☄️ genre ; angst , smut

☄️ cw ; male/male intercourse , arguing , kissing , anal , cursing , hate fucking (?)

☄️ a/n ; ive never wrote an enemies to lovers fic so i moved into the lover part out of nowhere , sorry 😭

(m/n) was the main vocalist of his group (g/n) , he was praised on social media and in real life by multiple interviewees , idols , western singers , and netizens alike for his talent and visuals.

it was a wednesday afternoon and (g/n) was invited to an award show as they were nominated for an award for their latest comeback , and not so surprisingly , the group they competed against in popularity was there , and one of the members (m/n) wasn't so fond of was glaring in his groups direction , na jaemin of nct dream.

ever since (g/n) and nct dream's debut they were constantly pitted against each other , battling for the spotlight and the attention of old and new fans. the industry couldn't get enough of their fierce gazes and sassy remarks on stage.

but beneath all that competition , there may be something deeper brewing. every time they share the stage , there was an energy that couldn't be denied. It was like they were destined to be enemies. they couldn't help but be drawn to each other , even if they wouldn't admit it.

as the award show mc's were busy entertaining the camera , jaemin threw shade at (m/n) with his eyes , looking him up and down and rolling his eyes , (m/n) just looked away , not wanting to see the other ways jaemin could be childish. jaemin gossiped with jeno , leaning back to whisper in his ear and chuckle in (m/n)'s direction.

(m/n) just smacked his lips and fixed his facial expression to a fake smile when the cameras turned to them . the mc's began to call out the winners of the best comeback award. both nct dream and (g/n) held their breaths and (m/n) tapped his foot against the expensive stage tile.

"for the best comeback award, this year's award goes to.." jaemin and (m/n) gulped at the same time , jaemin stealing a glance at (m/n) before closing his eyes again. "(G/N)! CONGRATULATIONS!" the members of (g/n) let go of their breaths and jumped up and down in excitement , taking the award and going up to the mic to say their thank you speeches.

jaemin looked speechless , before this award show, they won the previous 2 best comeback awards. jaemin thought it wasn't fair and sucked and his teeth , which was caught on camera , but he'll worry about that later.

after the acceptance speech , (g/n) had their encore stage , they had fun jumping around the stage , interacting with the audience , and overall they were just happy to win their first best comeback award.

the encore stage soon ended and (g/n) made their way off stage and into their dressing room where they had cute interactions with staff and took multiple photos to celebrate their deserved win.

(m/n) exited the room after the excitement dispersed and out the back door for some fresh air , a few minutes away from the fog of fame. when they walked around the corner he stopped on his tracks , he saw jaemin , the man who taunted him on stage only to see defeat.

jaemin was looking at his shoes , kicking around a pebble. his long eyelashes looked wet and there was an evident red hue on the baby fat of his eyes , his melancholy look was visible even in the dark night , the moonlight the only thing highlighting him.

(m/n) sighed dramatically , getting jaemin's attention. jaemin just looked at him and then back down at his shoes , obviously embarrassed. (m/n) walked up to him and kicked away the pebble jaemin was playing with , it skipped into a drain and you could hear the plop ! sound it made after the drop.

"jaemin , you always think you're so perfect , huh?" (m/n) said , clearly aggravated , "You act like your group is the only one that matters in this industry." jaemin stayed quiet , looking at him face to face. "you were taking all that shit and doing all that childish crap on stage , but when i approach you you're quiet? that's funny , na jaemin."

the tension in the air was palpable as they glared at each other , their chests rising and falling with each breath. jaemin was biting the skin off his lips , and he looked as if he was about to cry , his mean and tough-ass persona would laugh at him if he saw him.

suddenly , jaemin began to speak up , "I'm sorry." he said , he looked guilty and more embarrassed than he was a minute ago. (m/n) stopped to think for a second , if fussing and cursing at jaemin was really worth it. jaemin never cursed at him , or made him feel shitty , just aggravated.

now it was (m/n)'s turn to feel guilty , and guilty he was. they stood in silence for a good moment , and that silence turned into tension , and that tension turned into a makeout session. they took each other by the collars and smashed their lips together , their tongues moving against each other in a heated dance. (m/n) pushed jaemin against the wall , putting his hands on jaemin's face and eventually moving down to jaemin's clothed cock. as (m/n) rubbed it , jaemin whimpered , grinding into his enemies hand.

his hands found (m/n)'s waist , pulling him in , their bodies pressed together , grinding together. (m/n) moved his hands behind jaemin and squeezed his ass , feeling him up as he moaned.

they both soon slid their pants down to their ankles and jaemin was facing the wall , sticking his ass up and out for (m/n). (m/n) was stroking his dick , preparing it for jaemin's hole while jaemin fingered himself. (m/n) let a fat glob of spit fall onto his cock as he rubbed it up and down. "fuck jaemin.." he said , slapping jaemin's round ass. jaemin's head lowered to hide his red face , "just fuck me already.." he said , pulling his fingers out of his pink hole and temptingly spreading it open for (m/n) to see.

(m/n) took jaemin's hips and lined his dick up with his hole , slowly sliding his tip in. jaemin whimpered at the painful stretch but he enjoyed how it hurt , how (m/n)'s big cock was stretching his tight hole open. (m/n) waited for jaemin to adjust to the stretch before thrusting into him , his balls hitting jaemin's ass. jaemin moaned , his hand going down to his dick to stroke it.

all of a sudden , (m/n) had a good idea , he pulled out of jaemin and picked him up by his ass , "ah, why..?" jaemin asked , he was fucked out. they were in a standing position and (m/n) directed his dick into jaemin's hole , pounding into his ass. jaemin moaned uncontrollably , he dug his head into the crook of (m/n)'s neck , a few tears wetting his shirt.

"fuck , im sorry.. (m/n).. fuck!" jaemin said as (m/n) rearranged his guts with his cock. "im cumming!' he said , soon letting white ribbons of cum paint his and (m/n)'s abdomens.

(m/n) followed soon after , letting his release fill up jaemin's hole. he sat against the wall with his dick still in jaemin.

they have a lot to talk about after jaemin's leaves his his fucked out mindset , but first , they should hurry up and get out of there before someone spots them.

a/n ; not really an enemies to LOVERS cause all they was have sex , but this is the best i can do

[monochrome-cropcrown]

DAMMIAAAAAA

ada idea lagi tak for boxing au record of ragnarok >:3

Sorry tau lambat 😭😭 Damia rasa agak down minggu minggu ni...

Anyways-✨✨

It all started with a very strange dream I had long ago..

Ring of Ragnarok AU🥊🥊

Contents?: Headcannons

Warnings?: Slight (legal) violence, mentions of drug intakes.

Let's just go with our current fighters...

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Lu Bu: Don't really have much ideas for him, but I can say that he's the strongest fighter at his local ring. If his opponent is weaker than him or having a hard time to take him down, he just yawns and ends the round quickly. Mans bored as fuck. He's just impatient to go to the Valhalla level ring, because Brunhilde promised him there will be stronger opponents for him to fight and have fun with.

Thor : Same as Lu Bu. Though, he goes nicer to the weaker opponents because Loki keeps getting to his ass on how he shouldn't be too cold to the small fries. So Thor did exactly as that, gives the opponent some more time to try harder to bring him down. They better impress Thor, otherwise his patience will run out and he will throw them out of the ring.

Zeus : A veteran. During his youth, he absolutely ruled the ring. However, he always went too overboard with his excitement that he had a few restriction orders against him made by many people, most of it were his old opponents. Nowadays, he seldomly goes out to the ring, and now he coaches others in boxing (mainly his sons).

Adam : An old dog, and still remained standing. Just like Thor and Lu Bu, though he's WAY nicer, he gives his opponents some time to try taking him down and sometimes it went one until the end of time. He tends to go softer to the younger ones, not going full force. The "older" ones always make fun and look down on him because of his small frame, but those always change when he shows them his outstanding speed and force.

Poseidon: Looks down on newbies and youngsters. A LOT. Just like with Adamas, he refuses to look at his opponents in the eyes. He would purposely late to his tournaments, and proceeds to beat the living shit out of his opponent seconds right after the ring begins just because he refuse to mingle with "people who are way below his league". That includes his fans and others that respect him. On his latest tournament, he was absolutely jumped by Kojiro, and couldn't recover mentally ever since.

Sasaki Kojiro: The dark horse and underdog who recently had beat the mighty Poseidon. During his youth, he would purposely lose the tournament, only for him to re-join it the following year and purposely lose again. Because of his continuous loses, a lot of people often look down and ridicule him. His former opponent, Miyamoto Musashi, used to win against him a lot in the past. However, he never once underestimate on Kojiro. That is because recently, Kojiro re-join yet another tournament and beat the unbeatable Poseidon, as his first ever victory.

Hercules: Everyone's favorite boxer. Strong in the ring, soft at the public.The media absolutely adores him. He fights fair and square, giving his opponents the easy game at first but at the same time not underestimating them. Often in the end, his opponents end up respecting him. He absolutely does NOT tolerate with cheaters. It doesn't matter if it's illegal drug usage, bribery towards the referee, steroid intake and etc, Hercules does not tolerate with unfairness. He'll give them a nasty beat down, in and out of the ring.

Jack The Ripper/Jack Smith: Not many known him, until his sudden fame against a very skilled boxer in England. His fancy and polite mannerism don't strike him as an expert boxer, so many have suspected him to cheating, even as far as accusing him taking steroids. Of course, he knew this, yet does nothing about it. He loves seeing other's colors of resentment and envy anyway. Many despise him, so to see his fans going out and about in public is very rare. A strategist rather than a brute. He tends to use psychological pressure and manipulation on his opponents, and he often goes towards their blind spots. All with a sadistic smile of satisfaction upon seeing his opponents fear at the end of the round.

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[f1ghtsoftly]

So like, this is why I call myself a Marxist feminists rather than a Radical Feminist because I primarily think that ending the relationship between heterosexuality/submission to male authority and women’s financial security will eventually end the intense prioritization of men by women. Without economic survival being assured without ties to the patriarchal family or heterosexual social structures, women will naturally just care about what men think a lot less.

There are other women who believe the opposite, that one must separate from men. I think this is truthfully impractical and cruel. It might make sense for a young woman without children and a college education, but it makes less sense for less financially well positioned women and once men realize many women who are financially well positioned are breaking away, they will use the women and children they control against independent women (or to at least, stay compliant with the scapegoating). Most women, statistically, have children that they need to care for. Most women, who work for wages, have jobs reliant on their willingness to work harder for less and to take male abuse. Most women do not live in a world where realistically they can reskill and leave their husbands without suffering dire economic and social consequences that will put them at risk for more predation. They literally either cannot afford it or live in cultures were this isn’t permissible. Not only that, but it destroys solidarity between younger and older women which we need to win. Men are 50% of the population. We need every woman on board. This cycle has already happened many times, all over the world, throughout history.

Now you may say? Why don’t women all pick up trades? I think going into the trades is a good option for a lot of women and I encourage it, but when I think about economic security, my mind drifts to more vulnerable periods of a woman’s lifespan like her later years and when she is a mother with young children. It’s easier to be economically well when you aren’t strapped by dependents or in bad health but men use our vulnerabilities against us to accept their dominion.

Women not only deserve inalienable economic security for the carework they preform through raising and educating children and caring for the old and sick but protecting women at their most vulnerable protects us all. If we want to live in a healthy post patriarchal world some, or most, women will still want to have kids. We want those women to need support via labor and $$$ from other women rather then men during that time. When women are old and need help, they need support and $$$ from female driven sources. We will all get old or sick someday, we all were children once, some of us may want to become mothers. All of these life stages are RIPE with male predation and exploitation and women forced “under” male protection , for whatever reason, are often turned against feminists but this is a false, male centered choice. Feminists are natural allies to mothers not men.

Knowing we don’t need to rely on men when we’re weak makes us strong and bold. Kids who grow up in households lead by women, with good financial health and strong female lead social bonds not only thrive but become kids comfortable with challenging male power. Adult women free from the burden of raising children without payment do not need to tie their social and political activities to a domineering and conservative husband. They also don’t need to be as desperate to work in exploitive work environments and can ally with childless women in organizing activities with less financial stress.

Wages for Childcare and full autonomy for female dominated industries IS the issue of our time. I don’t want every single woman to stay in a traditional field, obviously, I’m not in one, but I do want every single woman to know that no matter what there are millions and millions of women who earn good money to throw at lawsuits, financial assistance, who can take time off to protest, who can provide childcare etc etc…for women who do feel called to brave the world of male/het relations.

We NEED a strong base of financial autonomy and self respect. We NEED to make sure men can’t split us in camps of spinsters vs. goodwives. We NEED to make sure every woman knows we have her back, as long as she pays us back with loyalty to women first. It is so critical to the survival of this movement to create strong structures that support separatism rather then undermine it.

[armaans]

who: @dancingshores​ where: one of highgarden’s many bustling halls, within a night of celebration. there was feasting, dancing, and gambling; he noticed how women from the other courts did not seem to engage in the game, apart from their own. currently, armaan was involved in some sort of game of dice, with lyseni, tyroshi and reachmen. 

it was another hot summer night within the great hall of highgarden, ivy and vines creeping up stained glass and ornate white marble decor; and yet, after an evening of feasting, the surroundings was the last thing on his mind. this card game had gone on for far too long, thanks to a specific member of the party seemingly enjoying the conversation more than the actual game. unaware of the impatience that was only growing upon the table, the man continued to speak of matters across the narrow sea; matters that were not anything of significant importance. 

rather, building styles of villas and pavilions - and as the lord of yronwood put down his final hand, his hand seemed to come down hard upon the table top. almost in a way that caused whatever was on the table to shake.

it shut the representative up at least, or reminded him they were here to play the game, rather than engage in small talk for the sake of trying to get in one’s socialising. his dark orbs, stormy in essence, looked to the large crowd that was dotted around the rest of the room; there was dancing, there was one woman dancing specifically. by the sounds of the anklet, his first impression was to think it was the princess consort - only, it was not her. only someone with an uncanny resemblance to her, a woman he had come across before. she had stayed within yronwood with her lord father some years prior, for a brief amount of time; back when his uncle held the regency and armaan was to turn eighteen within the week. 

of course, she was once someone of far more importance to his friend, the ruling lord of the tor. she had stayed with the jordaynes; he was sure he had seen her during his visits to the tor, time after time.

there was much talk of him retaking yronwood that evening over the dinner, stepping into his father’s shoes that dinner; it was almost ironic now. for who knew what betrayal, bloodshed and butchery would come just a week later; crossbows shot into an empty bed, and he watched. her presence reminded him of a time where things seemed okay, but in reality, were truly not. their eyes met multiple times throughout the course of the night, and when he was finally able to collect his winnings once the game wrapped up, the man did not excuse himself. 

rather, moved his way through the crowd in his black kurta, still adorning traditional dornish attire. his hair longer than he usually kept it. moving his way through the crowd, he knew better than to interrupt her. he would not join her. and so, the bloodroyal just became another figure stood around watching. watching, alongside those andals who looked as though she were a piece of meat to be unwrapped. he was there, silently, as he felt as though he needed to be - she was dornish, she was one of their own. 

there was applause as she finished, in a spiral conclusion. he joined the claps, slowly; still keeping his gaze fixed on her. though in truth, his attention was on the people around them. dancers were not whores, not in dorne; he knew not elsewhere. “kya aapaka kaam khatm ho gaya, ya kya mujhe agale din tak yaheen rukana hoga?” (are you finished, or do i have to wait until tomorrow?) 

[melishade]

Z-King: Hey if you want a real Dark Timeline, think on this. What if Megatron did not see Archind in the ova, but she saw him leave Cybertron and she wants vengeance so she waits as she signals a nearby Cybertronian ship, kills the pilot and taks her and her army abroad and follows Megatron and winds up on the AOT Earth. Titans vs Insecticons!

Well, a few things.

One, I don't like Airachnid. NO ONE LIKES AIRACHNID! If Silas wasn't around, she'd probably be the most hated character in Transformers Prime. The slimy bitch.

Two, her being there would be a lose-lose situation. She would win. Airachnid has an army of Insections, who may or may not be Terror-Cons depending on which ones she's fed off of. And that's if she'd be able to control them after sucking all the energon out of them. Marley and Eldia wouldn't be able to stand a chance. They would be decimated, Optimus and Megatron would be decapitated and mounted on a wall. Whoever's left would become her slaves or just killed off. She doesn't even need the power of the titans. Even if Optimus and Megatron kill her, there's still the matter of the army of Insecticons that may or may not be Terror-Cons. If Megatron says the Decepticons or no more, half are going to be pissed and try to kill Megatron and Optimus. And Megatron can't control the Terror-Con ones because of the synth-en in their systems. The world is destroyed if Airachnid is around. It would most likely force the Rumbling, the Insections and Airachnid would just be able to fly away and innocent humans would die. No one wins, except for Airachnid.

Three, Megatron gets flung through a malfunctioning 'bridge that send him to the Attack on Titan world. The machine probably won't work after Megatron is sent through and Airachnid would just lose track of him.

[foolsdiamond]

The Hunter and the Hunted

Chapter 5: Unheroic Desires

This is an alternate universe multi-chapter story with alternating POVs between Dirk Strider and Jake English. In a world only vaguely inspired by the concept of Castlevania, vampire Hunter Jake is infiltrating vampire Dirk Strider's castle. Enemies to lovers, with frequent on-screen non-lethal character death, depictions of violence, homoeroticism, and chapter 6 contains explicit smut.

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The damaged hunter slumps onto the bed, groaning.  Jake can’t find a mirror without a fist-shaped hole in the middle anywhere on this floor, so he had to reset his broken nose by feel.  The bleeding stopped at some point between the setting and him locating this room to rest in, but it soaked his white undershirt clean through.  He’ll make a shot at cleaning up once the throbbing of his bruises dies down.

Every fight Jake English has had with each copy of Dirk Strider only cements in his head one idea: this vampire may be fast, but he's physically weak, weaker than others he managed to beat in the past, and Dirk’s only real strength comes from the multitude of copies he can keep throwing out.  And Jake doesn’t even know yet if Dirk can make any body become the main, or if he has a main body that, once slain, will destroy the copies.  For that matter, Jake doesn’t even know how many copies there are.

Jake is sure he could win in a fight.  He might get worn down or cut, but he’s confident he isn’t at risk for being overpowered.  The bigger threat Dirk poses in combat comes from his use of trickery and wit.  And yet, that is another advantage English has over him.  Dirk’s odd sense of attraction; his obsession with trying to get his mouth on Jake’s neck; he keeps holding himself back.  He seems willing to throw himself on the blade in exchange for being up close and personal with Jake.  Given Strider’s penchant for close quarters combat, English is wary of being pinned beneath him; he is sure he absolutely felt Dirk’s jewels pressed firmly against him.  Jake cannot determine if the same could be said for his.  He wasn’t aroused by the fight, assuredly; it would be weird if Dirk was, but expected, as vampires are weird.  But Jake?  Absolutely not aroused by the fight and the adrenaline, or the fear and tension.  It was simply a natural physical abnormality.  Or something.

Jake reluctantly leans back into the bed he’s chosen, and glances around the dark room for something to get his mind off of the battle.  It was a thrilling fight, and he can’t stop reliving it, step by step.  Dirk’s words echoing in his ears, the smell of his blood, the way the vampire’s bones crunched in his hand.  Jake English is a strong man, with powerful morals, who is not going to be tempted by the darkness like everyone else in the village.

Jake’s eyes land on the only thing hanging on the wall of the bedroom: a painting of Dirk himself, wearing some princely pink garb.  The white lace and bodice give the impression it’s a dress, and his face is clear and crisp, a sharp, pale jawline and soft, honey hair against a dark background.  He’s still wearing the sharp, black sunglasses.  His mouth looks straight, but Jake can detect the hint of a smug grin–of course, even in his only area of refuge, Dirk is smirking at him!  Watching him in his privacy!

Jake rolls onto his side, facing away from the wall, and closes his eyes.  He tries to turn his brain off, but the noise in his ears grows louder and louder, and the sound of Dirk’s gasps and grunts from the fight can’t be staunched.  English rolls onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, and, defeated, stuffs his hand into his pants to settle his racing thoughts the hard way.

Jake wakes up from his nap still quite sweaty.  The ache in his many wounds starts to set in, so he peels back the bandage on his hand.  It seems he can no longer avoid properly cleaning the cut, as the edges are starting to yellow.  He closes his eyes and covers it back up, takes a deep breath, and pulls himself to his feet.  Jake starts out of the room, hoping to make his way through to find a washroom to clean up in.

Jake understands that the vampiric mastermind has likely already predicted his movement, the way he led him directly into a kitchen with actual food in it.  So he keeps on his toes, and keeps his uncut hand wrapped tightly around his gun.  Processing through rooms until he finally locates a washroom.

The bath is fed from a spring in the mountains.  The water runs clear, cool and crisp on Jake’s lips.  He finds himself drinking quite a bit from the basin before he turns his attention back to the door.  English pulls a table over in front of the door, and rests a crystal glass he brought in from another room in the center.  He balances it precariously; if the door moves even a millimeter, he’ll be alerted.

Jake can now dedicate his full attention to cleaning up.  He starts by undressing, looking over his clothes and gauging whether he needs to waste time mending any of the damage.  He does dunk his shirt into the wash basin to clean out the dried blood, even if it's now permanently stained, and hangs it up to dry.  Then, he climbs into the water after.

Without the same sense of urgency he entered this castle with, Jake manages to feign relaxation. He lets the cool of the water seep into his bones.  He takes his sweet time scrubbing himself clean, ginger around his cuts and bruises, aggressive on his sore muscles.

Jake is trying to enjoy himself, but the anxiety keeps bubbling up.  He's here on a quest, on a hunt.  The vampire Prince is out there, and he isn't certain his presence here hasn't stopped any harm Dirk might be doing to farmers in the countryside or civilians wandering into town.  Jake is aware of how objectively unhinged it is to enter a castle, shoot a bunch of vampires, literally beat one to death in a homoerotic brawl, then soak in his own bath tub.  At the same time, he is definitely benefitting.  With a wash and a recharge, Jake is ensuring he's in tip top fighting shape, and enhancing his ability to face increasingly difficult splinters.

Jake avoids the nagging guilt in the back of his mind, and contemplates what else Dirk might have in store.  The “fair" brawl was unexpected; Jake found himself delighted at the prospect of getting to put his hands on Dirk directly.  The whole ordeal was intense, for both of them.  English closes his eyes, trying to replay the techniques Dirk used on him over again.  The way he managed to get on top of Jake.  The speed of his punches, and the left-favoring rhythm he used.  And his bulge pressed onto Jake’s waist; obviously, he was enjoying it.

Jake runs his hand over his own groin, thumbing around the edges absentmindedly.  He’s now stuck contemplating what it was that left Dirk aroused.  The thrill of the fight, the fear of death?  English hadn't noticed it in any of their other encounters, but he also wasn't paying close attention to the vampire’s crotch.  To that matter, his pants are very dark, and in the dimly lit castle, it's unlikely Jake would see any growth anyway.  With his thoughts lost completely in the enemy vampire’s pants, Jake finds himself shamefully silencing a second erection in the cool spring water.  

Jake finishes up hastily, and drags himself out of the bathtub.  He checks his shirt for dampness, but puts it on regardless, deciding he's now in a rush.  Jake rewraps his hand, holsters his guns, and exits the bathroom.  He exhales, prepared to quickly find the master vampire.

[alln64games]

Off Road Challenge

NA release: 30th June 1998

PAL release: 15th September 1998

JP release: N/A

Developer: Midway, Avalanche Software

Publisher: Midway (NA), GT (PAL)

N64 Magazine Score: 21%

Developed by Midway and Avalanche (the ones who made the Tak games and Hogwarts Legacy) is another port of an arcade racer, this one has you driving large 4×4 trucks across some very bumpy environments.

Off Road Challenge is very clearly an immensely ugly game. Everything looks low quality and messy and there’s a load of pop-in and gaps in the world. The game does mange to make its 6 tracks feel distinct (there’s also two bonus ones which look similar to some of those), but when none of it looks good, that doesn’t matter much.

However, even though the game is nowhere near good, I found it to be rather enjoyable. The handling is surprisingly good – one of the most responsive I’ve encountered in a car game on the N64 and there’s such a great sense of fun with the game. Everything surrounding this is bad, but the core driving is just entertaining.

One bizarre thing is that your car starts off as not good enough to win, you need to collect money found in the level (and awarded if you place high) to buy upgrades for your car, which then help you out in later races. One huge problem – if you leave the game to swap vehicle or turn the game off, all these upgrades are on and you need to do a few races to catch up again.

It’s ugly and has some rather odd features, but it’s still kind of fun.

Off Road Challenge as a whole could be used to simulate just how blurry life would be if you sprayed half a bottle of Harpic into your eyes.

- James Ashton, N64 Magazine #19

Remake or remaster?

Being another Midway racer, a collection of their racing games would be nice.

Official ways to get the game.

There is no official way to get Off Road Challenge.

[jbvvgv]

I am one of chip but don’t do cheap. Be the love who want the most be ledge I put u curse. No are worth more than me it is mine u just a whore. Hahahaha. I love work but don’t do desperate. Who is now are desperate. All is is win win game. Forget the rest and be the next. Forget the world they see me shine. Why are you are so jealous I don’t do you so move on.

Don’t be him I love my worst don’t be him I love her most. Shit he grow so fast whats your number I want a sister. I don’t do others while they laugh we see a tears. Don’t be her to my risk do love her I love the show. Girls now are so precious they know their friend. Don’t do her I love her most she is there for a reason. Just like in other world I have a wish like other girl. Shit they it inside shit it’s her I rest the case. Don’t do word other girls she is gone I put my work. Don’t go work or stay at home im a girl who does a cook. Don’t curse my kitchen I want serve to all the family and friends. I smell shit that others don’t I love me as others known. Don’t fool I put u word dont hate us I see the bull. Everyday they do bully shit I love the attention how come I would go out from here!!! Bully me I see the girl bully her I see the love. But it’s not that important be the rest I can back to job I love. They hate me cos they see the recipe. Recipe is the game of the girl not a bitch!!! Bitch me now I want to see who love attention I want to know. Don’t be rude as all are gone stay there forever I’ll make u home. Want to a worth in girl want to learn the recipes. Are u next to me all I know is a recipes. Don’t bull me now I see my own what the hell is wrong with me. But they say to stay away from a girl who be the mother before it’s time. The girl in me is still exist as I run all over the house and scream. No body will ever leave shit that are grown up like her mother. Don’t fool her as I can tell her love is a waste of time. But I love her anyway I love her in whatever. Don’t love her on show cos I have another one. I don’t have a leg to go I can’t see her when she cry. She is all I have how can u make it count. I love her like my mom so like him are my dad. Don’t put me on rumours I love them as I love me. I had her when she was cried I lost her when it’s time goodbye. Love her now I see my worth love me then I see the shit. She is mine like all the Che does previously I see Che palsu so i geli. Where is Che that they mention the glamour is yours or it’s mine. Don’t show yourself in my matter I will love you like a song. I don’t shit like your family does shit I am proud ever I don’t you ever kau sedar tak kau model kau Murah je la. I love me like all the world I like Che like she is mine. Don’t do her I see in me do me as she is laugh. Love a song like I reaveled love them now I don’t forget. Girl in me see is lost what am I so busy in my with my what they said expensive oh it’s a cost. Would u see the love I lost the girl in me is love the kitchen I know u like cheaper by the dozen. It’s family dont u love. Don’t hit snake like other world don’t hit me as I just cried. Are u that are so gorgeous cos I see the gorgeous does the work super perfect and you can’t. What a world am I living. I want work but u want a fight. Don’t get wrong if u fall down have no courtesy in yourself. Just like do hold the keys I love my family. What is private show I be the show. Shit this woman she just a girl. I’m a girl I don’t go out why would I cos u the shit. I have so many boyfriend but I dont do tell others. I don’t care like u nosy u want to get fucked or the job. But I don’t do that to myself cos they are just an entertainment. What does entertainment do? They it’s a rest of the mind. Don’t fool me as I am aged love or hate I will make the most. Love him now I see his worth love me now I see the moon. See her now I don’t do twice see me shit u put u through. Love her now I see the tears love her most I don’t see me. See her now I put her word, see them now I do regret. Love are so hard to forgive he is me he so kind man. So the boy he is learning all I said it start from the stomach what does stomach do the world I said get a knive and cut a chives. He is still new to learn. He is mine I want to tell. Love he gone when I was lost I want to say be my adik and cook with me!!!! He is so be dumb he goes marriage when I said learn to love yourself first adik. I love all my family. Just love myself so much just like I love me

[werindialive]

Salman Khan's niece Alizeh all set to make her Bollywood debut, gets advice from her uncle

Salman Khan attended the trailer press conference of Farrey, an upcoming movie that will be the debut film of his niece Alizeh Agnihotri. Alizeh is making her Bollywood debut and uncle Salman Khan has some advice to give her. She is the daughter of Salman Khan’s sister Alvira Khan Agnihotri and Atul Agnihotri. In the press conference, Salman said that he and his peers continued to win the box office because they did not lose focus. As for his peers, he included names like Shah Rukh Khan, Aamir Khan, and Ajay Devgn.

Talking about Shah Rukh, Aamir, and Ajay, Salman said, “There was Salman Khan, who was launched with Maine Pyaar Kiya, he was a newcomer. There was Aamir Khan in Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak, Shah Rukh Khan in Deewana, Ajay Devgn in Phool Aur Kaante, and Akshay Kumar in Khiladi. So, everyone has come up that way."

"If it (film) does a fantastic job, and if she (Alizeh) gets complacent then khalaas (it's over). If this film does ok and she works 10 times harder, she will come up. All of you guys (cast), don't get complacent, just keep working. No matter whether you are happy or sad or your partner has left you or anything else has happened, keep all that aside. Just focus on work and give your best," he added.

Talking about the movie Farrey, Salam said that they initially planned to make the movie a direct-to-digital release. "It was originally an OTT film. But, now we are releasing it on November 24 theatrically. I thought these kids are great and have done a fantastic job because of the director. We liked the script, we saw the film. I was blown away. I felt this film should be on (the big) screen and that's how it became a theatrical release," he said.

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[1mpulsec0ntrol]

Zakir grinned, the confidence still there, but amusement most of all. He felt bad for playing with it, but from time to time he enjoyed setting up a situation to gather the feeling of being wanted by her. As if he should only be stealing one heart, even if he already had it. “Oh no, the hearts I steal are solely the metaphorical ones,” he told her. “What is art if not a way to unlock feelings in others. I want to thrust my words out in the world and have people clasp onto them. Find their hearts stolen by my music, feel in them something to aspire too, something they are, something they could be.” He took a deep breath. “But they’ll never understand me fully, even if I were to pour my soul into every vibration of my songs, they can’t hear the truth between the lines.” 

Coming from Delhi, Zakir had been taught to act by the rules of the caste system, even if his Muslim father had fought against its beliefs and his uncle had spoken of this American Dream. Zakir knew there was always a social order. But his upbringing had given him the room to reflect, even among like-minded there was differentiation. Even among different castes there was cohesion. He would never fully immerse into Anchali’s world, which was what kept them apart, she would only ever understand his struggles as a child superficially. But despite it, they were kindred souls, two halves of the same star. Did she know the songs of love and longing were often about her? The one he could never have, but would hold onto with all his might. 

“Wallah, I shall keep my hands to myself then,” he joked. He met the apology with a smile. Then the offer with a grin. He might be a rapper, a charmer, a criminal by association, but he was also a romantic at heart. His mother believed a man should not cook, his father believed a man should not learn to cook. They looked down upon the idea of him living on his own, without a woman to take care of him. Old traditions, backwards thinking. As if they were not a Muslim and a Hindu married against the odds. So he’d taught himself to cook. After all, recipes were words on paper, and he mastered words. “If you’d say yes. My heart could not take the rejection if you’d not let my food win you over,” he said in return. The charm of his persona met with the softness of the man underneath. The one who tried to hold onto his culture and his heart, no matter the strain.

There was not much to say, knowing her future, whereas his had always been wide open. And despite it, or perhaps because of it, she had been the most important key in his escape. In his coming here. Without her support, her words of encouragement, he would still be in Delhi. He knew he’d come for his art, his future, his words, but perhaps he’d also come for her. Despite knowing it was a fruitless endeavour. But he also wanted her happy. “Perhaps you should meet some of these suitors, to see if you can create a bond of understanding.” Perhaps he should too, cast out a net, find people beyond one-off flirtations and one-night stands. Even if those were so infrequent they could be better looped in with loneliness than anything substantial. “I don’t mind solely being your now, Māśūqa.” he told her. Whatever she would wish of him. Though there was little they could want knowing the risks of their connection. As if there was always glass between them. They could hear each other, they could confide, but they could not touch. 

Letting the kettle do its work, Zakir turned to face Anchali completely, his tea ready to steep, wondering at the complete taste that might come from it. He watched her with great care, finding the words of this new song still fresh and forceful in his mind, though the real Zakir is sharp underneath, a little hesitant, a little nervous, even though he’s done this a thousand times before.

“Nobody cares Until you’re rich Pretty, dead

Nobody cares  jab tak aapaka astitv nahin rahega

Aadar, aadar

Who do they think we are Messed up paryaapt maanaveey nahin

We’re only here for their entertainment  Fading out on dirty pavement Getting shot in empty bars aadar dikhao, aadar hamaaree maut ka sammaan karen”

It was half done, perhaps not even half, tumbled lines thrust together in Hindi and English, to be rearranged at a later time. The words were there, the flow was there, but he still found the arrangement unclear. He always used English as a base language, after all, that was the language most people here spoke. On top of that Hindi and Arabic were the languages he used for expression, and all the others he knew acted as fillers, as flesh to connect the bones.”What do you think?” he asked. 

Observing Zakir's countenance, Anchali wears a expression seasoned with familiarity and amusement, her lips gently curving into a subtle smile. "Stealing hearts? Are you implying a venture beyond a singular conquest?" she muses, her tone adorned with a hint of admiration and a slight jealousy. "Managing more than one, I see?" Accompanying him to the kitchen, she holds a glass of water, and as she moves, tiny droplets of condensation trace delicate paths upon the floor.

Upon the mention of rummaging through cupboards, Anchali chuckles, the resonant sound carrying a rich and melodious quality. "Now, darling, there's no need for such endeavors," she remarks, revealing an effortless sense of control. The management of her apartment's cleanliness is delegated to hired hands, a task swiftly accomplished with the mere assignment of responsibility. She finds charm in Zakir's willingness to undertake this minor favor. Offering a slight apology, she adds, "Usually, my father's personal chef ensures my evening sustenance." Yet, even a home-cooked meal by a chef formerly employed at Nobu fails to compete with the warmth and authenticity that Zakir infuses into every sip of his chai, transforming the ordinary into an extraordinary experience. "Perhaps instead, one day you'll ask to cook dinner for me?"

As Zakir pauses for reflection, Anchali meets his gaze with a depth of understanding that transcends verbal communication. The unspoken dialogue between them serves as a testament to the profound bond forged through exchanged letters and shared experiences. Nodding in acknowledgment of his sentiments, she recognizes a mutual understanding that transcends the spoken word. "You speak the truth," she concedes, and the admission leaves her tongue with a bitter aftertaste. Her response mirrors his confidence. Despite the unique connection they share, an acknowledgment of the potential for connections beyond their own duo lingers palpably. "My father maintains an extensive list of suitors for my consideration in the context of... a lasting commitment." Duty dictates a marriage for the sake of the family's company, regardless of any personal fondness. "My forever, unfortunately is spoken for." Yet, if she were honest with herself, and in full control of her future, the individual in front of her would be the sole owner of her forever. He was the only one she could trust with that darkness within her having given him glimpses inside sugar coated with pretty words and a lot of time. Little do they know the depth of fondness Anchali must own for such an individual to share so much with....

Observing the alchemy unfolding at Zakir's hands, Anchali perches herself atop the marble counters of her kitchen, relinquishing her glass to the sink. As she settles into her newfound position, she idly watches the alchemy of ingredients and the orchestration of chai-making. With a request that is as casual as it is anticipatory, she utters, "A sample, please."

[beaversatemygrandma]

Ah, my eyes itch. He’s precious tho ❤️

[random-iz-stuff]

Headcanon:

Zim isn’t afraid of Gaz, but Gaz doesn’t know that.

I’m rewatching the series and…

….Zim doesn’t seem to be too intimidated by Gaz. He doesn’t give half a shit about any threats she makes and generally doesn’t seem intimidated by her. At all.

And I think that’s because he isn’t. Zim knows that he’s stronger than Gaz. We’ve never seen the two properly fight, and that’s because if such a battle did occur, it would be won by Zim in a matter of seconds. It wouldn’t even be a fight.

Gaz may be strong, but she’s a ten year old going against a fully trained super soldier. And Zim canonically isn’t a completely incompetent pushover. He has extensive military experience, can throw knives with 99.7% accuracy and was winning that dogfight against Tak even before Gaz and Gir started helping. Plus despite what people think, Zim isn’t incompetent. Put him against anything that isn’t Dib (who he goes easy on) and give him some sort of motivation and he will completely steamroll over it while barely breaking a sweat.

Now there are a few times throughout the series where Zim does appear to be slightly intimidated, but there’s an explanation for that:

Zim is putting on an act.

Zim puts on an act where he acts dumber and crazier than he really is to make people underestimate him and to manipulate others. We see him use this tactic best against Tak in Tak; The Hideous New Girl, where upon Tak revealing herself to be an irken, Zim plays dumb and crazy and gets Tak to believe that he’s not a threat in any way, tricking her into leaving without harming him. He even minimizes the damage of Tak’s nanobots, as he gets her to release them on the top floor where none of his important or irreplaceable technology is.

But Zim also uses this tactic against Gaz, and it works. Gaz knows that Zim is an alien, but believes that Zim is too incompetent to ever do anything, even though this isn’t correct.

Zim can easily conquer the earth, but his rivalry with Dib and his own moral code prevent him from just killing Dib in an instant and taking over immediately. He needs to give Dib an equal fight worthy of a rival of Zim, even if that means putting flaws in his plans and going easy on Dib during fights.

The second Zim believes that either his mission or his life is in danger (or when he’s really pissed off and wants revenge), all that incompetence and all those purposeful flaws VANISH and Zim quickly becomes an unstoppable force. Just look at episodes like The Wettening and Dark Harvest for proof of that.

But Gaz doesn’t know that. As far as she knows, Zim is completely incompetent and doesn’t even need Dib stopping him from conquering the earth because he tends to defeat himself. And although Zim’s lack of common sense does end up defeating him more than a couple times, he isn’t incompetent. Far from it in fact. Zim is way smarter than he appears, could easily beat Gaz in a fight and isn’t even the slightest bit intimidated by her, but Gaz doesn’t know that.

Zim’s “fear” of Gaz that he shows only a few times throughout the series adds to her belief that Zim is incompetent, and makes it even harder for her to believe that Zim is even capable of manipulating her. It’s all a purposeful act.

And there is some canon evidence to this as well. Just look at Enter The Florpus. Gaz completely underestimates Zim until he actually succeeds.

As for WHY Zim puts on this act with Gaz, just look at Enter The Florpus again. When it’s proven to her that Zim is an actual threat, she joins forces with Dib. Even though Gaz poses no physical threat to him, that’s still another person working against his mission, so Zim would naturally want to avoid that.

Gaz has taken Zim by surprise a few times because he underestimated her, but if Gaz tried to physically fight Zim one on one, she’d be obliterated. Especially since Zim doesn’t view Gaz as a worthy opponent like he does with Dib, so he’s not going to go easy on her and he’s not going to spare her if he needs to. The fight would be over before it could even really begin, and there’s a 99% chance that Gaz would be dead by the end of it.

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

How.to.ask-- /dkdkrk-

Wanted to ask about Zim but we really can't say much about him when it comes to romance and such because it's not entirely part of his program. Their kind even forgot how to reproduce and would have probably died if there wasn't a hatchery. But it does show that he will initiate if it means to win you like an item from a competition just like from the Tak episode. Tho, I think obsession can still develop- ;;;;; I'm mumbling sorry-

Can I ask a Zim x Y/N who's a cousin of Dib/Gaz Membrane? (Yes. I love drama.) Gender can be neutral but a she is good too. Thank you ;;;

Hehe that would be quite fun :) I decided to age things so Zim wouldn't come across as a pedo (he's like 158+)

Zim with Reader who is a cousin of the Membrane children

You were visiting the Membranes with your parents as a little family get together

You got along well with Dib and Gaz, like Dib you had a keen interest in the supernatural, and like Gaz you were a gamer

And so here you were, while Professor Membrane was cooking on the barbeque you were listening to Dib ramble on about the alien boy that goes to his HiSkool

Little were you guys aware that an alien hidden in the bushes was watching and listening in on your conversation

And so as Dib went to go get some more Fantam, Zim quietly Psst to get his attention, it worked as Dib knelt by the bushes

"Zim! What are you doing here?!" Dib almost shouted but stopped himself as to not draw worry from you and your family

"Do not question why Zim is here insolent worm! Now tell Zim, who is that… earth creature you were talking to?!" Zim had no idea why he struggled on what to call you but he felt like worm would be too cruel

"They're my cousin. Wait… why do you care?" Dib raised an eyebrow but got worried that Zim might try to hurt you

"Must you question the ways of Zim yet again?! Anyway, what is a cousin? Is it like your… love pig?" Zim was unsure of what that fought made him annoyed, but he just rationed it out to be that any two humans together would make him annoyed as it would prolong the race

"Ew! Gross! No, they're like my sibling but… more distant?" Dib wasn't surprised that Zim didn't know what a cousin was, the familial system was either very different or just non existent on his home planet, it’s just that he never he’d have to explain what a cousin was before

"Oh, could you introduce me to them? …Just to get a better understanding of the human psyche of course." Was he rationalising his want to meet you to Dib or to himself, he refused to believe that he could actually want to become friends with a gross human

But he knew that he still did and so as Dib went away to get you Zim mulled over his feelings before just deciding to unpack it later back at his base

"So is this bush the thing you wanted to show me?" You crouched down and were surprised when you saw a green face inside of the bush, "Oh, hello, what are you doing in the bush?" You held out your hand as a greeting

Zim was confused by this act and started to panic before hesitantly grabbing your hand and started to start at it

Yet when he looked back at your face and saw you smiling at him he started to blank screen not sure how to deal with the emotions you gave him

"So you must be the infamous Zim I've been hearing so much about, I gotta say I've never befriended an alien before."

Bonus:

Zim: How did you know I'm an alien?

(Y/n): You're green and have no ears, no matter what disease you have those things can't be symptoms

Dib: Yes! Finally! Thank you!