#agents of chaos

[japhan2024]

#dan and phil #agents of chaos #dnp #danandphilgames #reaction gif

[fae-kitsune]

Mane 6 Redesigns!!

✨These designs are for my Agents of Chaos Au ✨

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[pembrokewkorgi]

Espresso Bday

A late bday gift I drew for @caffeinelapin. Two agents of chaos who are just hanging out and being chill. I'm sure they've done absolutely nothing wrong.

Posted using PostyBirb

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[jackiequick]

Agents of SHIELD Incorrect Quotes 🔏

-> In other words, Nikolai, Melissa, Marlene and Amelia being idiots ;)

—~~—

Maria Hill: Report of your mission with Melissa Wallace.

Marlene: Target was taken out.

Maria Hill: Very go-

Marlene: Then I took her to a lovely restaurant. Candle lit dinner. I proposed by the end of it. She has my last name now.

Maria Hill: I—

—~~—

Nikolai: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Marlene: You people already know too much about me.

Melissa: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Amelia: Leave the poor girl alone!

—~~—

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Marlene: Shit.

Nikolai: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Melissa: OH MY GOD AMELIA FELL OFF!!!

—~~—

Amelia: Am I in trouble?

Nikolai: Take a guess.

Amelia: No?

Nikolai: Take another guess.

—~~—

Marlene, tending to Nikolai’s wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Nikolai: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

—~~—

Melissa: Is something burning?

Marlene: Just my love for you.

Melissa: Honey, the toaster is on fire.

—~~—

Nikolai: I can explain.

Amelia: Can you?

Nikolai: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

—~~—

Amelia: Someone will die.

Melissa: Of fun!

—~~—

Melissa: I turned out perfectly fine!

Marlene: Babe, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Melissa: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

—~~—

Marlene: I prevented a murder today.

Amelia: Really? How’d you do that?

Marlene: Easy. Self control.

—~~—

Nikolai: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Melissa: What did you do?

Nikolai: Nobody died.

Melissa: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

—~—

Nick Fury: I know you snuck out last night, Marlene.

Melissa: Play dumb!

Marlene: Who's Marlene?

Melissa: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

—~~—

Nikolai: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Marlene: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Amelia: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Melissa: Well shit!

—~~—

Nikolai: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Amelia: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Nikolai: Absolutely not.

—~~—

Melissa: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Marlene: Oh, I’m always running!

Melissa: The question is from what.

—~~—

Maria Hill: You know those things will kill you, right?

Nikolai, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Marlene, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Melissa: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

—~~—

Nick Fury: I think we're missing something.

Amelia: Teamwork?

Melissa: Cohesion?

Marlene: Research?

Nikolai: A general sense of what we’re doing?

—~~—

Amelia: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Marlene: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Nikolai: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Melissa: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Coulson: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

—~~—

Coulson: Anyone d-

Melissa: Depressed?

Nikolai: Drained?

Amelia: Dumb?

Marlene: Disliked?

Coulson: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

—~~—

Marlene: Good morning.

Nikolai: Good morning.

Melissa: Good morning.

Amelia: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Nick Fury: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!!

Amelia: Just like that!

———

Thanks for reading! Keep it going y’all haha

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[narumi-gens]

Can you list some shameful moments of the chaos couple

I decided to go with the kn8!chaos couple's most shameful moment and it...got a little away from me...

#1 Trending

narumi gen x f!reader

summary: Narumi has always wanted to be the number one trending topic in Japan. You don’t think this is how he intended for it to happen.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut-adjacent?, f!reader, established relationship, idk what kind of warnings to give for this tbh, sexi pics (but not full-on nudes but mentions of full-on nudes), sharing sexi pics without permission (but reader doesn't really care?), popsicle as a substitute for dick, talk about facesitting, spit kink, dirty talk, more relationship negotiations (but again not in a mature way), the kn8!chaos couple really need to be better about phone security, this is like peak narumi, it's not a kn8!chaos couple fic if a phone isn't getting broken

words: 4.4k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

The last thing you're expecting as you're sitting in bed at 10 pm, scrolling through your phone, is to have a bright red popsicle shoved in front of your face. Your gaze follows the arm holding it out and then lifts up to see Narumi looking at you impatiently.

You glance down at the popsicle and then back up, wordlessly raising an eyebrow as you wait for an explanation. Narumi doesn't give you one. He just shakes the popsicle in front of your face, gesturing for you to take it.

Your eyes narrow as you look back at the popsicle, wondering if this is some sort of trap. Slowly, carefully, you take it from him. But before you can raise it to your lips, he's tugging at the oversized shirt that you're wearing – technically his oversized shirt.

"What are you doing?" you snap, trying to swat his hands away without dropping the red popsicle onto the white sheets. He's not trying to pull your shirt off. Instead, he's yanking at one of the shoulders, stretching the neck wide.

"Don't worry about it," he says even as he continues to tug on the fabric until the cotton has been stretched so far that one of your bare shoulders is exposed.

"What the fuck, Gen?" There's no anger in your voice, just irritation as you go to fix your shirt only for him to slap the back of your hand before you can. You glower up at him, but he's now too busy pulling out his phone to see.

When he raises his phone in your direction, you realize he's trying to take a picture of you and you roll your eyes. You sit up on your knees and with the hand not holding the popsicle, you lift the hem of your shirt up to your chin to show off your tits for the camera.

But then the unthinkable happens. Narumi lowers his phone and gives you an annoyed look.

"Put those away," he scolds you and a loud, offended cry escapes you as you drop your shirt.

"What the fuck, Gen?" This time there's only anger in your voice.

"Can you just eat the popsicle?" he asks, acting like you’re the one who's being difficult. The glare you give him is cold enough to send a shiver down his spine, but after a moment, you look down at the popsicle in your hand.

You tilt your head curiously as you turn it over. You don't know why he would want a picture of you licking a popsicle when he could have yet another one of you licking his cock but you've never really been one to ask questions.

With a shrug, you wrap your lips around the tip of the popsicle and look up at him expectantly. Narumi has his phone lifted again but he's frowning at the screen.

"Be sexier."

You're overcome with the urge to remove the popsicle from your mouth and throw it at his big, dumb head. Instead, you hollow out your cheeks and insert it halfway into your mouth.

"Sexier."

You take a deep inhale – to keep yourself calm, not to hold your breath – as you bury the popsicle fully in your mouth, the entire popsicle hidden behind your lips so only the end of the stick, and the bad joke printed on it, is visible.

"Sexier."

You take the popsicle out of your mouth with an obscene slurp and scowl up at him.

"What other sexy ways are there to eat a popsicle?" you ask through gritted teeth, your fingers holding onto the stick so tightly that you're surprised it hasn't snapped.

"Use your tongue," he tells you and you bite back a sigh because you usually only hear those three words when he groans them in between ragged panting.

With the popsicle held straight up, you lick it with the flat of your tongue, pausing halfway up to look directly at the camera lens on Narumi's phone with the sultriest eyes that you can manage.

"Fucking perfect," he grins and just that small bit of praise is enough to have you wanting to squirm.

You're about to tell him that you're ready to lick something bigger when he turns his back and walks away from you completely with nothing more than an absent "thanks'' tossed over his shoulder. You let out a scoff of disbelief, wondering what this was all for if he wasn't going to spend the rest of the night fucking you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

Deciding to at least be grateful that he was uncharacteristically thoughtful enough to thank you, you collapse back into bed, returning your attention to your phone as you finish eating your cherry popsicle in a way that Narumi would probably deem “unsexy.”

The answer to your question about "what this was all for" comes the next morning when you're sitting in the Operation Room, a pair of noise-canceling headphones over your ears, your eyes closed, and your feet kicked up on the console as you lean back in your chair, ignoring the activity around you – just one of the perks of being the boss.

There's a timid tap on your shoulder and you peek open an eye to see one of the Operations Minions, or what Hasegawa would call "new recruits" standing over you. She looks like she's torn between fainting and running away.

In the back of your head, you can hear a voice that sounds suspiciously like Hasegawa's reminding you that you need to be more welcoming to the newer recruits.

Hasegawa-but-not-Hasegawa also scolds you for thinking of them as minions.

Without removing your headphones, you give her an indifferent, "Huh?"

You see her lips moving but hear nothing that she's saying. When you don't react, you see her glance anxiously back at the small group of Operations Minions huddled together by the door. She tries again, her lips moving, forming the same words, only this time you assume spoken louder.

She becomes visibly discouraged when you still don't react, her head dropping down as she clutches her tablet tightly to her chest. You think she's getting ready to shout this time and you decide that if she's loud enough to be heard through your headphones, then she'll be worthy of you learning her name.

But before she can unknowingly test herself, the doors to the Operation Room open and Kurusu, the Director General’s own personal aid, enters. You grin when you see how his expression morphs into one of exasperation as he takes in the sight of your lackadaisical sprawl at what is technically your battle station.

He looks warily at the group of new recruits as he passes them but seems to say nothing. His upside-down form comes to a stop before you and he looks at you expectantly, but your grin only stretches wider as you continue to lounge at your console.

Finally, he turns to the Operations Minion who looks visibly relieved to no longer be the only person vying for your attention. Whatever she tells him seems to only aggravate him more because he places both hands on his waist and drops his head forward. He takes a moment to gather his strength and returns his focus to you.

He reaches out and plucks your headphones from your head, making you cry out in displeasure. But you know that you won’t get them back until Kurusu leaves, so you merely give a resigned sigh.

You drop your feet from the console and sit up properly so that you can spin around in your chair and face him and the cowering recruit who’s now looking at Kurusu like he’s her savior.

“Okay, what’s up, Minion-san?” you ask and she freezes at the nickname. Kurusu merely gives you an unamused look.

“You really need to learn their names,” he tiredly admonishes. Choosing to swoop in and save the recruit yet again, he takes it upon himself to be the one to deliver her news. “Captain Narumi’s trending on Twitter. He hit number one.”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“That’s what this was all about?” you ask uninterestedly as you turn back around towards your console. “Good for him.”

But just as you begin to give the data on your monitor a cursory look that will make you look busier than you actually are, you pause.

“Wait, Gen’s trending? For what?”

There’s a suspicious silence in the Operation Room. You dig your phone from the pocket of your lab coat to find that it's exploded with notifications. You feel your eye twitch.

The twitch grows more severe when you open Twitter and see that the number of DMs and the number of notifications both read 99+.

Your account is as private as Twitter allows. Your followers need to be approved before they can see your account. The only people who can DM you are people you follow.

Even your profile picture is just a picture of an empty cup of instant ramen with a pair of chopsticks sitting across the rim.

For you to have this many notifications and DMs, just from people you actually know, is a sign that Narumi has fucked up big. When you go to see why he’s trending, you’re surprised your phone doesn’t shatter in your hand from how tight your grip gets.

Written beneath where “Narumi Gen” is listed as the number one trending topic in all of Japan is, “The JAKDF’s First Division Captain Narumi gets catfished.”

When you tap on it, the first tweet that’s featured is from an account named “lick my 🍑” and you find yourself debating whether or not you should just delete your account and the app altogether. As you read their tweet, you quickly begin to lean towards the “delete everything” camp.

lick my 🍑 @/XXXXXX · 12 hours ago LOLLL said narumi’s probably an incel and he dmed me a pic of his “gf” 😂😂😂😂 no way that little bitch could get a babe like this! japan's "strongest" is getting catfished lmfao

Attached to the tweet is a screenshot of their DM history with Narumi, which unsurprisingly begins with the picture he took of you last night licking the popsicle followed by, “would an incel have a girlfriend this hot? 😏”

To prove their point that Naurmi could never “get a babe like this,” they’ve also attached the full picture of you beside the DM.

“Fucking perfect,” you mockingly repeat Narumi’s words from the night before. You try to find what little solace you can in the fact that you at least look good in the picture that’s now gone viral.

You do a quick scroll through the feed to see that the general online consensus is that “lick my 🍑” is right about Narumi being catfished. You then search for Narumi’s account and when you get to his profile, you’re met with the message:

You blocked @/NarumiGen Are you sure you want to view these tweets? Viewing tweets won’t unblock @/NarumiGen

“You blocked Captain Narumi? Aren’t you…dating?” a voice says, startling you and when you look up, you see the Operations Minion with her eyes glued to your phone screen as she leans over your shoulder.

When she seems to realize that she said the words aloud and that she’s been caught peeking, her eyes go wide before she hides her face behind her tablet. You go back to your phone with a snort.

“I blocked him on my first day with the Division,” you inform her as you tap the button to view Narumi’s profile, only to immediately wish that you hadn’t.

It doesn’t take much scrolling through his feed to see that he’s having a very public breakdown, replying to everyone who at’s him and insisting that he does have a girlfriend – a real girlfriend.

His case isn’t helped by the fact that when he tries to mention your account, it doesn’t work because you blocked him.

You can physically feel yourself getting closer and closer to snapping the further and further you scroll. When you scroll back to the top, what little remaining semblance of self-control you have evaporates when you see that Narumi is still tweeting, the latest tweet having been sent only ten seconds ago.

You’re moving on instinct, slipping your phone back into your pocket and yanking open one of the drawers stacked underneath the desk. It takes a moment to dig through its contents, but your search comes to an end when you pull out a hammer with a cry that sounds a little too dark to be triumphant.

The reactions from the others in the room vary widely.

For the most part, the Operations Team is unfazed, having grown used to yours and Narumi’s relationship. Kurusu merely shakes his head. The Operations Minions are the only ones who seem to be frightened by the sight of the Head of Operations wielding a hammer whose intended target is the First Division’s Captain.

You’re already shoving past the huddle of recruits crowding the entryway by the time Kurusu makes one last, but knowingly futile, attempt to grab your attention.

“Wait! I have things I need to talk to you about! Director Shinomiya asked me to–” he shouts after you, only to be cut off when the double doors shut behind you. He begins to rub his temples with a groan at the headache that’s already beginning to form.

“...Is…is she going to kill him?”

Kurusu opens his eyes to see the new recruit at his side looking up to him with a horrified expression on her young face. He simply gives a resigned sigh.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Something else will probably have come up by tomorrow,” he tells her. He then does his best to give her a reassuring smile. “Welcome to the First Division.”

You know exactly where to find Narumi. He has a favorite spot on the base for ego surfing – the base’s roof terrace. And sure enough, when you slam open the door, you’re met with the sight of Narumi sitting on one of the benches, hunched over his phone, frantically typing as he sends out tweet after tweet.

He’s so engrossed in replying to everyone in his mentions, muttering insults under his breath, that he doesn’t even register your sudden presence, making it easy for you to snatch his phone from him before he can send the next tweet.

“Hey!” he cries out angrily before he realizes that it’s you and has the audacity to grow even more outraged, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at you. “You blocked me on Twitter!”

You swat away his hand with a roll of your eyes.

“You’ve been blocked on Twitter,” you point out. “If anything, I should be the one angry at you for taking so long to notice.”

He makes a sudden move to grab his phone back but you’re quick to hold it out of his reach. It vibrates incessantly in your hand as notification after notification comes through. The fact that he has push notifications on for his Twitter mentions makes you want to roll your eyes all over again.

It’s only when you wave the hammer in your other hand for him to see that he pauses. His gaze darts from the hammer to you to his phone and then back, only to do it all over again.

It’s then that he finally seems to understand the situation that he’s found himself in — an irate girlfriend, a phone that’s blowing up with notifications, and a new reputation as Japan’s most famous catfishing victim.

The exhale that leaves him is so exaggerated that you can practically see a speech bubble with the word “SIGH” written in it appear next to him. He then takes a small step back, putting just enough space between the two of you so that he’s no longer practically climbing over you to reach his phone. He drops his head forward and smacks his palms together as he clasps his hands in front of him.

“Please fix this for me,” he mutters.

You can feel your eye twitch, your grip around the hammer growing tighter as he acts like it physically pains him to say the words aloud. When his phone buzzes in your hand for the umpteenth time, it takes every ounce of what little self-control you have to keep from shattering it.

When you continue to remain silent, he tilts his head up and peeks open an eye at you only to find you looking even angrier than before. Your gaze narrows, the corners of your lips threatening to turn into an even deeper frown, and he realizes that he needs to do more, quickly.

Discarding the last dregs of what little pride he actually has, Narumi drops down to his knees in a proper seiza, his posture straighter than you’ve ever seen. With his hands resting on his thighs, he then gives a deep bow.

“Please fix this for me,” he repeats, this time much more earnestly, the words dripping with desperation.

Your anger is quick to dissipate as you bask in the sight of Narumi on his knees begging for you — just how you like it.

You slip your hammer into the pocket of your lab coat and cross your arms over your chest as you look curiously at his phone with one hip cocked out. As you watch notification after notification pop up on his lock screen, you know that the solution to his problem is simple.

“What’ll you give me to make this go away?” you ask with disinterest.

“I’ll let you sit on my face,” he’s quick to offer and you roll your eyes.

“I already do that,” you scoff, returning your gaze to him to find him looking searchingly up at you, clearly hoping for some clue as to what you want in exchange for getting Twitter off his back.

He sighs and his uncharacteristically straight posture gives as he slumps forward.

“I’ll give you first dibs on the BS5 this week,” he says and your irritation spikes at how he treats the offer like it’s a deeply generous one.

“This week?” He glances up in time to catch your raised eyebrow.

“And next week,” he counters, the offer making him flinch.

But you want more. To remind him of just how much he needs your help, you turn his phone off silent and it immediately pings aloud.

And then pings again.

And again.

And again.

And again, each one causing Narumi to fold in on himself until he’s practically doubled over.

It’s only when he places both hands down on the ground and drops his forehead between them, the greatest show of respect he could possibly give you, that you turn his phone back to silent.

“The next month.”

It’s a good thing that Narumi’s head is dropped down, otherwise the smirk that slowly appears on your lips would have a shiver running down his spine. You debate trying to push for more, knowing that you could probably get whatever you want at this point, but decide to be merciful.

“Alright, Gen. I’ll fix this for you,” you tell him with a casual shrug and his reaction is immediate.

He throws his arms around your thighs and tugs you close. He rests his cheek against your stomach as he clings to you and chants a mantra of “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

As you savor the feeling of his gratefulness, a rare treat, you unlock his phone and curiously open his camera roll.

“Why didn’t you just post a picture of us together?” Your question is unnecessary because as you begin to scroll through his photos, the answer is apparent.

“The only pictures I have are nudes,” he replies easily, the truth underscored by the countless pictures you find on his phone of the both of you in compromising positions — his face between your thighs, his cock buried in your mouth, you sitting in his lap in front of a mirror with him buried deep inside of you as you hold open your folds for the camera.

You might be more concerned about the sheer volume of photos on his phone if you didn’t already know that your phone’s camera roll looks exactly the same. In fact, your phone is probably worse considering yours has the better camera of the two.

The hammer weighs heavy in your pocket and you can only hope that he has his photos backed up in the cloud.

You give his shoulder a light shove and he releases you so that you can sit down on the bench. As he sits beside you, you open his camera before returning it back to him. Taking firm hold of his chin, you direct him to face forward so that he’s looking directly at his phone’s front-facing camera.

“Ready?” you ask, waiting for him to find the perfect camera angle.

“Fuck yeah,” he answers and you can hear the eagerness in his voice.

You’d bet good money that if you reached over and grabbed his cock, it would be at least semi-hard. You purposely don’t think about how his arousal more than likely stems from how he’s about to prove all of his “haters” wrong.

Instead, you focus on opening your mouth wide to stick out your tongue. You lean in and slowly lick a line up the side of his face from his jawline up to his cheekbone where you stop. With the flat of your tongue pressed to his skin, your eyes move to the camera — the exact same pose as the photo from the previous night.

Only this time your tongue is swiping up Narumi’s face instead of the side of a bright red, cherry-flavored popsicle.

Narumi takes another few seconds to adjust the phone, making sure that the sunlight reflects perfectly off the shining trail of saliva on his skin, before you hear the camera’s shutter. You lean back as he begins to examine the photo and wipe away the worst of your spit from his cheek with your thumb.

“Good enough?” The question is perfunctory. Even if he tells you no, that one picture is all he’s getting.

“Fucking perf—” you shove your spit-covered thumb into his mouth before he can finish speaking. You refuse to hear those same words from him twice in less than 24 hours.

You’ve trained him well, because he doesn’t object to being cut off nor to the manner in which you’ve cut him off as he dutifully swirls his tongue around the digit. Once he’s cleaned it, you reach out to the phone and switch it to video.

“One for them, one for us,” you tell him before hitting record.

He holds the phone steady as you sit up on your knees and lean over him, directing him to look up at you. His jaw instinctively drops, leaving his mouth wide open for you. You purse your lips and let your spit drip straight down into his eagerly-awaiting mouth.

You savor the dark look in his eyes and know what it means — that he’s already planning on returning the favor when he gets another chance. Your thighs can’t help but clench together to ease the ache already forming between them.

But his phone continues to record and you know what the video requires of you. You lick your smirking lips clean, enjoying the way his eyes dart down to follow your tongue as it sweeps out to do so.

“Swallow,” you order him and he’s quick to close his mouth and obey, opening up wide once he’s done to show that he’s done as told. “Good boy.”

You then turn your smirk to the camera, giving it a long look before hitting the button to stop recording. You take his phone from him and immediately send the video to yourself, not wanting to take any chance of it being lost.

As you sit back down properly on the bench, Narumi tosses an arm over your shoulder and leans into you. You shiver when he drops his chin right where your neck meets your shoulder, a weak spot that he’s always more than willing to exploit.

“You gonna sit on my face later?” he asks, his voice rough. You nod, your thighs instinctively clenching on their own as you go through his phone, opening Twitter and ignoring his account’s notifications as you start to draft a new Tweet. “Good. Can’t wait to spit right on your pussy. But I bet you’ll be so wet you won’t even be able to tell I did.”

You’re used to the level of filth from him and normally you wouldn’t bat an eye. You’re far from some blushing virgin — the photos and videos on both of your phones can attest to that.

But something about hearing those words spoken so lowly into your ear as you upload the picture of you licking his face to his Twitter account has you biting back a soft moan.

As soon as you hit “Tweet” and share the picture for the rest of the world to see, he rewards you by licking a stripe up your cheek in turn.

If it weren’t for the way his phone begins to buzz with a barrage of new notifications only seconds after posting the picture, you would climb on top of him and make him eat you out right then and there on the base’s rooftop terrace.

Instead, you let him savor what he believes is his win for a few more moments before setting his phone down on the bench next to you. And then, before he can stop you, you pull out the hammer from your pocket and swing it down hard to meet his phone screen.

You’ve never heard a more beautiful sound than the shattering of glass mixed with Narumi’s shrill scream of horror.

It makes it more than worth the email marked urgent that you receive the next morning from the Head of the Defense Force’s PR Department demanding a meeting with the both of you.

#narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #agents of chaos #kn8!chaos couple #mel writes

[jene4]

"Today's a good day for some Mayhem!!!"

Suuuper duper oldie but goodie featuring Total Meiham <3 Can you tell who are my Overwatch favs by now?

I'm probably going to refurbish this little doodle for something soon. I'm beyond pleased that it still holds up, all things considered.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanart #meihem #total meiham #junkrat #roadhog #mei ling zhou #jamison fawkes #mako rutledge #junkers #route 66 overwatch #fanart #digital artist #artists on tumblr #agents of mayhem #agents of chaos #chibistyle #art by jene4

[jedimemery]

The Bad Batch s1e4 “Cornered” is so chaotic and I love it

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #tbb omega #tbb hunter #fennec shand #agents of chaos

[akwardlyuncool]

Class Favorites: The "I'll Have What He's Having" DougDoug Food Challenge.

*Disclaimer and apologies to DougDoug:

I didn't watch his official run, but I've seen at least 5 or 6+ different groups do the challenge (full VOD's over here), I've read his rules on X, listened to people reference run and was overall invested in this silliness. That being said, I wanted to link his video first cause he deserves the props and his run is what you should look at if you're "serious" about doing the challenge.

The "Essential" Challenge Rules:

So basically you and 3 of your friends, so 4 humans total, get like 4 or 6 hours to go to 10 fast food places (drive-thru only) and order the same exact meal that the car in front of you just ordered and finish it, drinks and condiments included. 1 of the restaurants has to be KFC, there can only be 1 official drink spot and 2 official dessert places. Oh and you can't, like my dad likes to say "call Earl." Also I don't think it was official, but it probably was and if it wasn't it should have been, no car watching, as in don't try and to scam the system by scoping cars before you get in line.

Now Let's Rank A Few:

I was only gonna throw up links to my favorite runs, but in the process of doing that I've decided to rank them. Note, this won't be the leader-board ranking, just a rank based on my personal enjoyment and how annoyed I got when teams did ish they didn't have to do, like eat everything before going to the next spot or when they didn't eat the condiments. For everyone else's sake, I'm only gonna link the "condensed" versions because if you happen to be remotely interested, I'm not gonna make you watch multiple 5/6 hour long VOD's, even though I think they're better. (It was a hyper-focus, leave me alone.) Also this is not something to be taken supper seriously, any commentary I have is not that deep, but I am right lol.

Ludwig with The Yard Podcast

I had such a good time watching them test their limits, with some wanting to quit after 1 coffee and then thinking you got this when you're 2 seconds from calling it on a quarter pounder. I feel like when I say I want bro content, this is what I mean.

Blau & Friends

Blau is diabetic so their run was just fun to watch, because of that being being the case. (Don't worry too hard, he was monitoring his insulin and doing what he needed to do to be safe the whole time.)

Fear & Podcast Ft. Nadre and CarolineKwan

This was the first one I watched and how I really got into following the madness. Don't get cocky right away and don't think that the healthy or vegan options will necessarily be your friend. In this challenge, no is really your friend cause all of them could surprise you with a super sized, family meal.

Agents Of Chaos

From what I remember they just had a solid run and I want to give them props for that.

Mayor Wertz & Friends

Their run was as little annoying cause if I'm remembering correctly they were car watching and forcing themselves to finish the meal before they could go to the next place. I just wanted to scream at them "N0" and "YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT," every couple minutes. There was also a Pup Cup involved in this one, so they get content points there.

Wubby & Friends

Probably my least favorite just based on the vibes of the group and if I'd watch them again, but they did have heart. Honestly though, it's been so long since I watched all of these, so last might be too strong and Mayor Wertz team might need to be dropped down, just because of how annoyed I was while watching.

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This was just something I was so into this last year and without going into the valid critiques of over-consumption, I genuinely enjoy this kind of foolishness. Like this kind of silliness is what I'm referencing when I say I want something that doesn't matter, but that I can also be the judge of cause I'll watch every other one and become the expert.

PS: As I'm writing this, I'm literally watching another run of the challenge and I'm so annoyed cause they used Kody Ko as the run example and he didn't do it right! For anyone who hops in on this in 2024 lol, Kody Ko's run shouldn't be the run you watch because they didn't finish their drinks and he called Earl, which technically ends your run. (Yes I'm looking at you JC.) Also to the person on YouTube who told me to chill because I pointed these things out, that was me be chill-ish lol.

#Class Favorites 2023 #AKWARD CLASS FAVORITES #DougDoug Food Challenge #I'll Have What He's Having Food Challenge #Doug Doug #Blau #Fear & Podcast #Agents of Chaos #Mayor Wertz #Wubby #YouTube Videos #YouTube #Videos

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what are we

Little creatures in the woods who give shiny Little trinkets to each other,,,

#hand in gremlin like hand #agents of chaos #delusional besties #friends <33

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Part 14: Agents of Chaos

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: The masked man has a job offer for them.

Word Count: 2,254

Notes: Takes place during The Dark Knight Rises. Warnings for depictions of violence.

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“Well, look who’s finally out of solitary,” Vanessa leaned her head against Jonathan’s shoulder, curling in closer to him for the few hours of communal time they got in the day before they would all be wrangled back into the cells. He wrapped an arm around her waist, head cocking as he watched the Joker be allowed back into the pen.

“How long do you think he’ll last this time before he gets sent back?”

“Who knows. Maybe a week?”

Jonathan just hummed, pulling her closer into his lap. “He looked better with the makeup on.”

Vanessa hummed in agreement. Without it, the Joker looked too…normal. Or at least as normal as one could look with a Glasgow smile carved into their cheeks. 

“At least he’s fun to watch,” she said. Life in Blackgate was painfully boring. At least with the Joker around, things got a lot more interesting.

“Uh huh.”

Tilting her head, she huffed out a tiny laugh at the way Jonathan pouted, stretching up to kiss the side of his throat.

“Relax, you jealous fool. You’re still my favorite criminal.”

He blushed, seeming to almost melt at the statement, eyes soft when he looked at her. 

“You’re my favorite too.”

“I better be.”

Laughing, he kissed her firmly, long fingers petting through her hair.

“Hey! Hey! Sullivan and Crane, no canoodling in the communal areas!” one of the guards barked at them. They pulled away.

“Sorry, officer,” Jonathan said, teeth bared in a smile that she knew meant he was imagining all of the different ways to eviscerate the guard. But nevertheless, they behaved. If they didn’t, the guards would separate them indefinitely.

“They’ve been jumpier than usual,” Vanessa remarked. 

“Probably has to do with the masked man running around blowing up football fields and holding the city hostage with a neutron bomb.”

“Pfft. As if any of that is our fault.”

“Heya, docs!” the Joker had finally made his way over to them, jumping into the empty seat nearby.

“Hi, Jokes,” Vanessa greeted, lazily carding her fingers through Jonathan’s hair. “How was solitary?”

“I got to have a very enlightening talk with dear old Mr. Zsasz. You remember him?”

“Tally mark guy? Oh, yes. Very interesting case. How is he?”

The Joker giggled. “Even more off his rocker than the last time you saw him, I imagine.”

“Alright, everyone back to your cells!” a guard shouted.

“Already?” Vanessa asked, frowning.

“They’re skinting on our communal time,” Jonathan growled in annoyance, hand squeezing at her waist. Tilting her head, she gave him a kiss.

“Crane and Sullivan! What did I just fucking say!?” the same guard bellowed. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Jonathan mumbled as they pulled back and began to walk towards the line forming to go back to their cells.

“You will do no such thing. I don’t want to have to be up here alone while you’re down in solitary.”

He huffed, but nodded, squeezing her hand once before going back into his cell. They had allowed them to eventually have cells across from each other. Due to good behavior. So at least they could talk. The Joker was next door to her.

Most of the cells in Blackgate were stuffed to the gills, but their wing was special. The elite. That’s what the Joker called them, at least. Everyone had their own individual cell. For safety reasons.

“Did you hear about the bombings?” Vanessa asked the Joker, leaning up casually against her bars. 

“Heard some of the guards mentioning it,” he said, licking at his scars. “Who is he? The new one?” he didn’t need to specify who he was talking about.

“They’re calling him Bane.”

“Step away from the bars, Sullivan,” a guard snapped as he walked down the cellblock. Vanessa stuck her tongue out at him when his back was turned. Jonathan snickered.

There was a vroom from outside like…

Like a tank.

Bats?

No, that wasn’t possible.

Her head snapped around at the sound, frowning. Across from her, Jonathan had the same reaction. 

“Marty? Could you turn on the news?” she called to a guard. One of the ones who wasn’t a complete asshole. He was already fumbling for the remote, clicking on the television set that was positioned so all inmates on the cellblock could see it. They had put it in for specifically the purpose of being able to televise certain prison announcements, but it was useful when there were things on the news that they all needed to see. 

The picture was fuzzy, but it was good enough for her to make out the masked man from the football field, standing on top of a massive tank that looked suspiciously similar to the one that the Bat used to drive, save for the color. And then his voice boomed out over the speakers. The same voice that they’d heard over the shitty television set in the communal areas when they’d watch the football field be blown to pieces. 

“Behind you, stands a symbol of oppression! Blackgate prison. Where a thousand men have languished under the name of this man,” he held up a photo. “Harvey Dent. Who has been held up to you as the shining example of justice! You have been supplied with a false idol,” he tore the photograph into pieces. “To stop you tearing down this corrupt city!”

From other parts of the prison, she could hear the beginnings of yells and cheers from the other inmates.

“Let me tell you the truth about Harvey Dent from the words of Gotham’s police commissioner, James Gordon,” he pulled a packet of papers from his pocket, and began to read. The Joker had started to giggle. “The Batman didn’t murder Harvey Dent. He saved my boy, then took the blame for Harvey’s appalling crimes so that I could, to my shame, build a lie around this fallen idol. I praised the madman who tried to murder my own child. But, I can no longer live with my lie. It is time to trust the people of Gotham with the truth and it is time for me to resign.”

The Joker was howling with glee, practically on the floor of his cell with how hard he was cackling. Vanessa shared a look with Jonathan. She could feel the beginnings of chaos and unrest build in the air, preparing to explode. The shouts from other parts of the prison had grown in volume, into a furious roar.

“And do you accept this man’s resignation? And do you accept the resignation of all of these liars? Of all the corrupt? We take Gotham from the corrupt!” with a sweeping gesture of his hand, Bane made a signal, and one of the tanks took aim at the entrance to the prison. The camera went all shaky as the news people screamed, running to get out of the way. But the mics were still on so they could hear him speak. “The rich! The oppressors of generations who have kept you down with myths of opportunity. And we give it back to you. The people. Gotham is yours! None shall interfere. Do as you please,” the entire prison shook with an explosion, as the entrance was fired upon. “But start by storming Blackgate and freeing the oppressed!”

Inside, there was the sound of running feet, and shouts from the guards.

And then the doors all flew open.

The guards on their block were already being descended upon by the mercenaries who had stormed inside the prison, carrying duffle bags full of weapons that they dumped onto the ground for the inmates to grab. Outside, Bane was still speaking. 

“Step forward, those who would serve…for an army will be raised. The powerful will be ripped from their decadent nests! And cast out into the cold world that we know and endure. Courts will be convened! Spoils will be enjoyed! Blood will be shed! The police will survive as they learn to serve true justice! This great city…it will endure. Gotham will survive.”

Poking her head out of her cell to make sure that there weren’t anymore guards around who would shoot her the moment she stepped out, Vanessa took a careful step from her cell. Jonathan met her in the center of the block, taking her hand.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She nodded. “Bye, Jokes,” she called over her shoulder to the Joker who was stretching his arms. “Have fun!”

“See ya, docs!” he called, and sauntered off the opposite way. Entertaining as the Joker was to watch, she still didn’t trust him. Better to keep their distance and just let him do his thing.

“Doctors,” a mercenary called, walking towards them with a duffle bag in hand. “I believe that these are yours,” he set the bag down in front of them. Eyeing him suspiciously, Vanessa bent down to unzip and riffle through it, humming at the sight of her coat and Jonathan’s mask, the rest of their gear carefully folded within.

“How did you get this?”

“Had a couple of our men break into the GCPD’s evidence room.”

“What do you want?” Jonathan asked, eyes narrowed, even as he clutched his precious mask to his chest.

“Bane has a job opportunity he would like to discuss with you two. If you’re interested.” 

“Do we have a choice?”

“Of course,” his smile said otherwise. Damn. Maybe they should have braved going with the Joker. Heaving up the duffle bag in one hand, Vanessa took Jonathan’s with the other.

“Fine.”

“This way,”  the mercenary angled his head. “My name is Barsad.”

“Pleasure,” Jonathan said in a dry tone. Vanessa bit her lip to hide a snort. They followed Barsad outside, to where chaos had truly descended upon the streets. Barsad led them to the courthouse. Inside, it was quiet, armed mercenaries at each entrance to keep the rioters out. Standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back, was Bane. He was watching as his men began to tear up the pews and desks, shoving them all up against one wall in a huge pile. Almost like a throne.

“Welcome, doctors,” he said, in his deep, echoey voice.

“What is this?” Jonathan asked, still holding tight to Vanessa’s hand. Bane was huge, tall and hulking with arms the size of her head. He began to pace back and forth in front of them, each step seeming to radiate enough force to tremble the ground.

She didn’t think that she’d been in the presence of someone who was so physically intimidating since Batman. 

“An opportunity,” he said finally. “I need someone to run the court. To pass judgments onto those deemed guilty.”

“Guilty of what?” Vanessa asked. Bane shrugged and spread his hands out.

“Of contributing to the decline of this great city.”

“And what do we get in return?” Jonathan asked.

“If you agree, you will have full authority over this room. Not even I will be able to overturn your decisions.”

With the mask, and the voice modulator on top of it, he was incredibly hard to read. She felt a rush of frustration and anxiety over not being able to tell if he was lying or not. 

“Why us?” Vanessa asked.

“You have some history with the organization I am a part of. You did good work for us, in the past.”

Her eyes widened, only a tiny fraction. “You’re a member of the League of Shadows?”

“I am the League of Shadows.”

Jonathan’s hand squeezed hers. His eyes were cold and calculating as he surveyed the courtroom before glancing to hers.

What do you think?

I don’t know. It could be fun.

We can’t trust him.

Of course not.

It would get us access to more potential test subjects. It’s been so long…

I like the way you think.

The thoughts passed between them in a matter of a few blinks, and Jonathan looked back at Bane.

“Alright.” 

Bane gestured out a sweeping hand to the court. “These men are at your disposal, doctors. Whatever you require, simply ask. We will begin to bring you your first convicts for sentencing tomorrow. Agreed?”

“Yes.”

Bane nodded. “Pleasure doing business with you,” he gestured to Barsad to follow him, and stalked out the doors. Beginning to walk about the courthouse, they started to assess.

“We will need some sort of barrier here,” he gestured towards where the judge usually sat. “To keep out any overzealous crowd members.”

The mercenaries Bane had left for them began to scramble to follow their instructions. 

“Preferably higher up,” Vanessa added quickly. “That way we can see if anyone tries anything.”

“A deterrent would be nice too…”

“Toxin bombs wouldn’t take very long to make. Maybe we could establish a lab in one of the back rooms.”

He caught her by the waist as she began to walk around, and she laughed as he tugged her closer. “And there should be an area, preferably quiet, in the back, where we can go after court adjourns for the day.”

“Is that really what’s on your mind?” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“It’s been ages since we had a real moment alone,” he kissed her neck.

“Mm. Well, finish giving instructions to the boys, and then, maybe, you can come in the back and help me get out of this itchy uniform,” she picked at the bright orange fabric, the cheap material scratching her skin. Jonathan’s eyes flared with excitement.

“I would like nothing more.”

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#jonathan crane x oc #the dark knight trilogy #my ocs #jonathan crane #vanessa sullivan #vanessa sullivan x jonathan crane #agents of chaos

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Heartless Headcanon but just one!!

Bandy once picked up Lance and shoved him face first into one of those giant stuffed animal boxes at Walmart. They had to get three employees to help him out while he was screaming "Get me out" and scaring the children. I promise the jury is professional.

#abd illustrates #heartless #bandy bellamis #lance lothaire #agents of chaos #the jury: we are very serious in our mission of eradicating all magick #also the jury: gets a high ranking member stuck in pile of giant teddy bears

[monstergraffiti]

the cops are here, gotta go! 🚨

#monster oc #tarbeast #original species #original characters #monster boys #tarbeasts are acab by default #agents of chaos #neon's monster graffiti

[seanhowe]

#high times #forcade #agents of chaos #books #sean howe #chuck klosterman #cannabis #bill sienkiewicz

[vulcanistic-tendencies]

I'm gonna lose my mind again THIS is why they just abruptly discovered time travel right at the end of The Naked Time. Because the second part was gonna be them being back in time. But guys. Guys. My main men. Why did you keep the time travel at the end of the first ep if you decided against doing the second ep.

#op:liveblog #i mean not really but kinda? #i'm rewatching parts of it to take notes for the ficpost #so I guess that counts #star trek #star trek tos #s1e4 the naked time #agents of chaos #'yeah why not - it's already written that way who cares if it makes no sense'

[thehairtm-a]

honestly I saw you rping with one of my mutuals and I was entertained by how easily you wrote Steve's snark and quips, so I checked out your rules n such and followed ^^. I'm not sure how to begin writing with you but you seem really sweet and a little like me (internally anyways) in speaking to others so... friends, maybe? 👀

JDJSNDSJ SO GLAD i was able to entertain you, i have no idea what i’m doing 98% of the time i assure you. this was so nice. thank you SO MUCH i’m glad you followed bc DID WE JUST BECOME BESTIES????

#smells like YES WE DID #agents of CHAOS #let’s gooooOooOOOO #HMU let’s write #* / ❛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀʟɪᴄᴋɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ. —— keep tag.

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You ever think Dick overhears someone say Jason was the most violent Robin and just gets so mad about it?

And it's not even about like, defending Jason's honor or anything. It's purely because he's just so incredibly insulted that people somehow forgot how much of an unhinged ball of rage he was as a child.

Like I'm imagining him storming into the cave and yanking on his now way too small Robin costume and muttering angrily about I'll show you the angriest Robin

Barbara is facepalming about all the nonsense that's about to pop off that inevitably she's gonna have to clean up. Bruce just starts sweating profusely and desperately trying to talk Dick down because he suddenly remembers that time Dick kicked a criminal so hard they ended up in a coma for a week and smiled so brightly while doing it that the other goons there at the time just chose to jump off a three story building into the suspect sludge that filled Gotham harbor rather than face the unhinged ten year old on bright colors and pixie boots.

Duke: But wasn't Dick the nice one?

Tim, who idolized Dick Grayson's Robin like his own chaotic god: Don't ever insult my favorite Robin that way again. Here are my top thirty photos of him reigning deranged chaotic violence upon his enemies. I'd show you more but this album just has the photos from the first month I started following him and Batman around.

Jason: The hundreds of dead assassins and all the shit I've heard about you and Young Justice suddenly make a lot more sense

#batman #batfam #dick grayson #barbara gordon #bruce wayne #duke thomas #tim drake #jason todd #jason was the golden child of all the robins #like cass is the ultimate golden child but juet talking about those that had been robin it was Jason all the way #dick was an unhinged agent of rage and chaos #tim being the way he is in context of Dick being his favorite and the robin he aspired to be like the most makes a lot more sense #i'm just saying