#violent a tad

[theideasofarchimedes]

okay btw

In Between

🟨 Violent But Only At Necessary Levels

🟧 Violent At Unneeded Levels

my depiction of the cyclone incident

The cart clattered against the tracks as it reached the crest of the rollercoaster. Penny looked around and tried her best to evaluate the situation. Right next to her was Ricky Potts, her on and off boyfriend. Ricky was only in the choir because Ocean, his third cousin twice removed, forced him into it.

In front of her was Mischa Bachinski, a foster kid from Ukraine. Out of all of them, Mischa was the only one qualified to be apart of the choir. Next to him, Noel Gruber, the schools token gay kid. Noel was conniving but he was also kind and stood up for whoever ocean spoke to.

In the front seats were Constance Blackwood, a caring alto, and her terrible, horrible, no good best friend Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, who also happened to be a peace activist…

“Hey wait a minute what’s up with the track?” Mischa uttered and Penny’s attention snapped back to the moment at hand. She looked straight at the loop-de-loop, and part of the apex was torn and broken off.

“HEY! HEY GET US OFF!” Ocean screamed down to the operator who was slouched against the panel, a beer bottle in his hand, and drool dripping from his face.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die.” Noel said trying to wrestle the buckle off of him.

“Don’t say that- the cart hasn’t moved in a bit.” Constance tried to assure everyone. Suddenly Noel got the buckle to come off.

Penny looked at Ricky who had his eyes covered with his hands. Penny was freaking out, sweating not even bullets but shotgun shells. She looked at the setting sun, it was only around 6 for christ’s sake. She looked back down at the carnie working the panel, who pressed a large blue button and suddenly the cart flew down the hill.

It was a cacophony of screams. As the cart climbed up the loop-de loop Noel and Mischa flew out the middle row and to the bottom of the loop. Noel fell onto his back, with minor injuries. Mischa flew down on top of him crushing the rickety track below causing the two to plummet down to steel beams and the ground. Noel died immediately after his skull was crushed by Mischa’s elbow.

The cart reached the top of the loop and so much happened at once. Everyone flew out except Ocean. Constance flew out to the part of the coaster they were just on and banged her head. She fell down against track and as she tumbled down to the trough it faded quick to black.

Mischa slammed against each support beam, and his broken fingers flailed wildly trying to grab for something but he soon found the cold embrace of the ground felt way more comforting.

Ricky slammed against the track. He felt he couldn’t hold on and fell into the air. He felt the wind against his skin as he was carried off away from the cyclone, even spotting that creepy coin operated fortune teller. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He could hear a loud crunch as he hit the shooting range in the middle of the fair. A few bullets hit him, but it wasn’t what killed him.

Ocean screamed, she screamed, and screamed, but no one heard. The cart was flying rapidly towards a bunch of trees. She screamed to herself a strange collection of sorry words. A loud bang and deafening silence told her she had hit a tree, but a cold nothingness told her she was gone.

Penny flew through the air, almost gracefully. She waved her arms around, not screaming, but accepting it. She was sailing through space, and for years it felt like she’d been spinning round. She looked down and saw where the missing part of the track had went. It was sitting somewhere near the finale of the ride, and it had clearly been taken off to be fixed. As she hurtled towards it her neck hit the side and it went clean off. Her head flew into the trees, her body down a few yards away from Mischa’s.

[pixylpaws]

look! its 99% of the dressrosa arc in one picture! (luffy grabbing an immobile and severely injured trafalgar law before running straight through anything in his path iiiiin order to violently dethrone the nation's king!!)

one piece is the ever

[xshimaeraxx]

cuphead/casino cups (cld work for either) hc: animis - like the cupbros are - dont have set nose & straw ‘colours’; matter of fact, the colours of their straws and noses are supposed to change multiple times a day, all in reflection of whatever they’re feeling atm. their colours are supposed to change in accordance to their emotion -

- but it’s not unheard of, for animis, that if, sometimes, they feel an overwhelming amount of simply one emotion for too long a period of time, their bodies (and the magics that make them change colours) to… semi-permanently readjust.

blue means detachment, coldness, apathy. (the fact that blue is the colour mugman got stuck at; it’s why cuphead only half-jokingly says they’re a great liar, because how could they not, when everything they feel is smothered by a constant layer of ice?)

red means anger, rage, annoyance. (the fact that red is the colour cuphead got stuck at; there’s a reason he’s always so very annoying to everyone he meets, after all - and it is always, always because if he doesn’t do something, anything to bother, annoy, pester them, then he will go mad with the rage that’s always bubbling just beneath.)

there’s a reason cuphead was always the more accurate shooter of the two, a reason he always grinned when killing the debtors at the end of a winning fight and a reason he always pouted when mugman insisted they revive them once they’d gotten the contracts.

there’s a reason mugman was strawmanning during the morality debate, a reason they could never quite bring themself to care about the debtors they were fighting, killing, hurting and a reason they never try to make any friends other then cuphead, their own blood.

for some reason, for cuphead, the hellflame inside him always calms at the sight of their elder sibling. for some reason, for mugman, the ice that stays all year-long always melts ‘round their little brother.

neither of them are ever quite sure why - until their colours finally change for the first time in over a decade.

[celestetcetera]

Isn’t it interesting that the no-things have an easier time copying alien concepts over human concepts?

They understand the complexity of the Doctor’s origins just fine. They comprehend the Flux event. They seem to get regeneration enough not to misrepresent the Doctor’s current face (though part of that is plot convenience).

It’s the human things – the things from within our universe – that they struggle with. A consistent shape. Object permanence. The amount of knowledge a human can keep in her mind at once. Doublethink. Slowness.

They understand the Doctor much better than Donna. And doesn’t that make perfect sense? After all, they’re both from outside our universe.

[drakyns]

i genuinely love exploring hiccup/håkan's complexity as a character, especially when it comes to mercy, kindness and violence, because i think he has so many layers regarding these specific subjects. he's been raised in an environment where brutality and ruthlessness are seen as the spins of life, daily occurrences and necessities, yet he chooses gentleness whenever possible. when you look at him, he seems like such a gentle and 100% pure soul, almost like a lamb among wolves. and, granted, he's definitely a diplomat at heart. he's patient, welcoming, warm, understanding and forgiving. he's so unlike all the chiefs and heirs before him. it's like he sees something others cannot; call it goodness or wonder. and what is so fascinating is that he extends that grace as many times as possible for all those around him, even to his enemies:

... but he's not a pacifist. he's not against violence. because seconds later, after having his tribe and dragons threatened, he doesn't even hesitate:

no ifs. no buts. no flinching. no change in tone. no more negotiations. not even a blink. he will burn down ships. he will hunt down offenders who threaten his people and their way of life. he will kill if needed be. wage war, even. he will offer a hand, but if one dares to bite it, he'll cut off the fangs of whoever tried it. he will have his way, either by finding it or forging one himself. whatever evil or difficulty ahead is just an obstacle for him to turn into an opportunity, overcome or, if all else fails, destroy. burning flesh is just a byproduct. a lamb? never.

[vervainium]

i’m not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite (even after sharing my inner child with you, you hurt me so deep that even she was hurt. even she felt judged. and for that i’ll bite every time.)

[kyistell]

Have NJ and NY. Just wanted to do a quick sketch, bit bored, hockey in a few hours though so I have that to look forward too :D

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

i love sneegsnag generation loss (im shoving a fucking crowbar through his skull)

[romajuliettesupremacy]

feeling like alisa (both our birthdays are coming up and i got bangs and i’ve listened to a bunch of phoebe bridgers)

[mochadagoober]

Guys they are so me

Yeah im not ok 💀💀💀

[radiaking]

coop like 'i can be rough. i can degrade. i can choke. i can be dom!......if someone asks me to'

[prettyflyshyguy]

SPN keeps killing off the most engaging characters RIGHT after they make them engaging too >:(

RIP Victor Henrikson you were such a real one you could have done amazing things as a fallen from grace FBI agent now turned rogue hunter

[cloudwhisper23]

I was talking to my mom earlier about how I almost got expelled, and I am very tempted to do an inspired bit in Back in the Nightmare where a character may or may not get expelled for fighting.... we'll see though.

[seth-burroughs]

^This is Worshipper to me by the way.

[stephaniebrownthespoiler]

i don't know if this is unpopular but the batman#137 is not as bad as the first gotham war issue

[truthdawn]

i feel like kk would've probably tried to convince crowbar that murder and stuff was good at a younger age