Some unsettling writings after a very memorable scene involving a man hiding inside the ruins of a church.

I made a joke that technically MLP and L4D have the same morals (Friendship is Magic and Teamwork is Survival) which resulted in this (I am so sorry)

I need to fuck a centaur, or something drastic is going to happen.

from Left 4 Dead

i really wish we could read the graffiti in the splatoon 3 lobby because i am SURE itd be all stupid exchanges like the classic left 4 dead ones

like imagine big run is happening and you look in a hidden corner and find this

Dreamling + Queen’s Who Wants To Live Forever

(Image ID under the cut)

[Image ID:

A 17-panel Dreamling (Hob Gadling/Dream of the Endless from The Sandman) comic featuring the lyrics of the Queen song “Who Wants To Live Forever”. After the panel number, the referenced lyric will follow, and then description of the panel.

Panel 1: “There’s no time for us”, with “time” in all caps. The panel shows a piece of parchment in grayscale, with a date written on it: 7. June 1689, but with the 1 and 6 blotted out by an ink splatter.

Panel 2: “There’s no place for us”, with “place” in all caps. The panel (still in greyscale) shows Dream standing outside a barrier in front of the dilapidated shut-down White Horse tavern.

Panel 3: “What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us…”, with “dreams” and “away” in all caps. The panel (in greyscale except for the red ruby at Dream’s neck) shows Dream in the foreground, walking towards the viewer, as Hob calls after him in the background - it references their falling-out in 1889.

Panel 4: “Who wants to live forever”, repeated once, with “forever” in all caps. In the foreground, Dream and Death stand, turned away from the viewer and looking at Hob in the middle of the panel, who is sitting and drinking with a mug of beer in his hand - the 1389 scene. A warm brown glow emanates from Hob. The words are arranged in a circle around him.

Panel 5: “There’s no chance for us”, with “chance” in all caps. A greyscale panel of Hob sitting and waiting in 1989, smoking and drinking. He is sitting on the left of the panel, the background going from white to grey towards the text on the very right.

Panel 6: “It’s all decided for us”, with “decided” in all caps. A greyscale panel of Dream sitting in the glass prison. He is situated at the right of the panel, the background going from black to grey towards the text on the very left.

Panel 7: “This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us”, with “one sweet moment” in all caps. The panel’s background is black, with a light source at the top right corner. On the very bottom of the panel lies Jessamy the raven, dead, in a pool of blood - though she is drawn in an almost ghostly-glowing way four more times on the panel, showing her as she takes flight and flies off towards the light source. The text creates a sort of helix shape with her flight path, leading back down to her corpse.

Panel 8: “Who wants to live forever,” repeated once, with the second “forever” in all caps. The 1589 scene, in greyscale except for the red of the ruby, Hob telling Dream cheerfully of his life, arms spread out in satisfaction while Dream looks on doubtfully.

Panel 9: “Who dares to love forever, when love must die” with the first “love” and “die” in all caps. The greyscale panel is split diagonally, half of the text in the top left, the other half in the bottom right. The split passes through the miniature painting of Eleanor and Robyn Hob shows Dream, but on the “when love must die” side the frame is fractured, and Eleanor and Robyn’s hand have turned skeletal.

Panel 10: “But touch my tears with your lips”, with “tears” in all caps. A greyscale panel of a closeup of 1989 Hob from the shoulders up, holding a smoking cigarette and with tears streaking down his face. The text replaces his facial features.

Panel 11: “Touch my world with your fingertips” with “world” in all caps. A cut through Dream’s glass prison, his left hand reaching from out of left frame towards the glass. In the darkness beyond it, the text hovers in the air.

Panel 12: “And we can have forever!”, with “forever” in all caps. The panel now has a red tinge to it. Dream’s hand has broken through the glass, which has been shattered, shards flying around his arm with the force of it. The text has been written on selected glass fragments.

Panel 13: “And we can love forever!” with “love” in all caps and in red. The panel shows Hob spray-painting an arrow and text reading “The New Inn” as graffiti onto a grey wall.

Panel 14: “Forever is our today” with both “forever” and “today” in all caps. The text is written on a circle in the panel, which frames Dream walking towards the New Inn, in soft pastel colours. Around that circle, Dream’s tools are arranged: in the top left, sparkling gold sand spills from a little bag, in the top right is Dream’s mask, and in the bottom right his ruby - now shattered.

Panel 15: “Who wants to live forever”, with “forever” in all caps. A coloured panel with a soft orange glow, of Dream talking to Hob in 1389. Hob is seated and smiling, while Dream is standing and smiling somewhat deviously. The text hangs between them, a shadow behind it suggesting a repeat of the line.

Panel 16: “Forever is our today” with “today” in all caps. A coloured panel of Dream and Hob’s meeting at the New Inn in the present day, both of them seated at a table and smiling warmly at each other. The text is once more positioned between them.

Panel 17: “Who waits forever, anyway…?” with “who” in all caps. The text starts at the top of the panel, running downwards, each word fainter than the last. At the bottom of the panel are Dream and Hob’s hands, gently holding each other. Behind their hands, there is a bright glow illuminating the dark background.

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After much, much, much experimentation and back-and-forth, here it finally is! This is the Left 4 Dead-themed Ao3 site skin I've been working on for the past couple months! So far as I can tell, no one has posted anything like this, which obviously I had to change.

This is my first time making an Ao3 skin, so there will likely be areas that I've missed that will turn up broken or clumsy, and if so I will keep a running "change log". With that in mind, I'd strongly request feedback so that I can make these fixes and update the CSS with them!

This is to be followed in the near (likely within a few days) future by a similar work skin, allowing for a similar look within just a posted work, and giving the ability to use subtitle-colored character text like the tags in this!

This is not a lightweight skin; it themes virtually every area of Ao3 in some way. With that in mind, here are some major features!

"Saferoom graffiti"-style comments and inbox mail and health bar UIs for comment and inbox icons

A fun new site header! Just wait and see.

Campaign poster-style blurbs for works!

Campaign menu selection border title blocks and image borders.

Canon character tags in the color of their ingame subtitles, for both the survivors and special infected!

Detailed instructions are in the Ao3 work linked in this post, but I'll include them here as well under the cut.

Instructions to create and use the skin

This is important! If you will be using this skin for mobile at all, you must go through the steps to add the mobile parent skin, or else a lot will be broken and borderline unusable on small screens. If you will be using for desktop solely you can feel free to use only the main skin.

Creating the parent skin:

The first thing that needs to be done is to create a site skin with the mobile fix CSS. Go to your dashboard, and select the button on your side menu that says "Skins". From there, you will want to click "Create Skin". For skin type, select "site skin". Title the skin something recognizable, such as "L4D site skin mobile fixes". Then copy all of the code found here into the body. On "Advanced Options" hit "Show". The only setting here you need to worry about is Media, where you will check the box for "only screen and (max-width: 42em)". It should look like this.

Hit "Submit" and step 1 should be done!

The main skin:

Step two is to create the main portion of the skin and add the mobile fixes as the parent skin! Return to "Skins" on your dashboard, and create a second site skin. Title this something recognizable as well, such as "L4D site skin". Once again, you'll be selecting "Site skin" in the dropdown. Copy all of the code found here into the body. If you won't be on mobile at all, hit submit now and the skin will be good to go. Otherwise, show "Advanced Options" again. This time, the category you want is "Parent Skins". In the selection box, begin to type and then select whatever you titled your mobile fix skin, and then press "Add Parent". This should look something like this.

Hit submit again, and the skin creation is done!

The theme fonts:

Note that this skin was designed to use two text fonts from the Left 4 Dead games, Future Rot and Stubble Bold, to look exactly as intended, and one more open text font, Moinho, for the headings of the graffiti-styled comments and inbox. Those can be found in this folder, but are optional, and the skin will function fine without them. To use them, simply download, and then once they are downloaded, click on them and press “Install” in the window that appears with the example text.

Using the skin:

You're almost done! The last step is simply to go to the "Skins" tab of your dashboard again, where you should see the blurbs for your mobile fix skin and the main skin. Click "Use" on the main skin, and that will select the skin to use!

Here are, without spoiling a couple of the fun easter eggs, some preview images of the skin on desktop!

...And on mobile!

(4/13) “The first place they took me was MCC in New York. Same floor Epstein killed himself. When they closed the door of that cell, I remember looking at the graffiti all over the walls. Grime everywhere. Hair on the floor a quarter inch deep. And sitting in the middle of the floor was two sheets and a blanket. I didn’t have the meth anymore. It was just me, those sheets, and that mess. I spent all my time imagining what it would be like to die in prison. Every little cold, every little stomachache, I thought: This is it. And what kind of death would that be? Everyone wants to die with dignity. But there was no dignity here. I didn’t tell a soul about my diagnosis. Show vulnerability, in this place? I’m no dummy. But the guards knew, because they had a list with a code next to my name. They kept making little innuendos. Fucking infuriating. I didn’t even talk about my diagnosis with the phlebotomist who checked my blood. But one day we’re in there alone, and I finally got the courage to ask him: ‘What do you think? Will I make it out of here alive?’ I’ll never forget him; his name was Alex. He said: ‘With the new drugs now, you’ll live longer than the rest of these clowns.’ It was my first glimpse of hope in six years, but it came too late. When you’re in prison: you might as well be dead. You’re in a coma. You’re not making new memories. You wouldn’t even know time was passing if it wasn’t for the 13th of every month, when your phone minutes reset. My first call was always to my mother. It was an ebb and flow. Most days she was upbeat. Other days it was: ‘Why? Why? Why?’ But she never left my side. Sent me a letter every week. Visited whenever she could. My father never came to see me, but I didn’t take it personal. He didn’t come to my baseball games either. Sometimes my Mom would hand him the phone, and he’d say: ‘I’m not giving up on you.’ That was it; it’s just who he was. He was an old school onion farmer. If you wanted to get a beer after work, and stare at the Eagles game on TV, he’d be there. But ‘I love you?’ Nah, none of that. That was Mom. Supposedly he changed after I went to prison, and I’m happy for that. I really am. But I never got to see it.”

Round 1: Match 147

From the Dota 2 Wiki,

Bogdugg is the ogre lord of the Bonemeal Ogres. He rose to power in Bonemeal Ridge simply because he wielded the largest club among the ogres living there. Like all other ogres, he is blessed by the Goddess of Luck with a divine quality called Dumb Luck.

From the Left 4 Dead Wiki,

Chicago Ted is an unseen character, most likely originating from or connected to the city of Chicago, who claims that "No Zombie Is Safe From Chicago Ted"; this is either hubris on Chicago Ted's part or he is actually effective at killing the Infected. It is possible that Chicago Ted wrote the graffiti himself, or a fellow survivor wrote it out of respect or awe. Whether Chicago Ted is still alive is unknown.

Been wanting to post this for a while- Here’s a drawing I made for my mom of the Hunter based on early 2010s anime-esc DeviantArt/Tumblr fanart. (The best artstyle)

(Logoless version below)

the bird skull mural has a dead robin on the right, a plague mask on the left & a swan above it? obsessed w this set design.

[about this set]

It does!

I love that there's this recurring theme of graffiti around Jason (something something, making a visible mark on places where people don't want you to exist). We see it in his bedroom at Titans Tower and in his season 4 hideout too, although neither are as banging as this particular set.

Anyway, we're never explicitly told that Jason is doing these, but I'm choosing to believe he did because this little theatre nerd absolutely would give his little murder speeches under a mural of a dead Robin that nobody else can see.

living through multiple apocalypses within the last decade has made me realize that the most accurate post apocalyptic setting in regards to how people react is left 4 dead with its saferoom graffiti.

like, when the skies above the north america were on fire, people were memeing about it being a diablo marketing campaign or breaking bad mexico filter or mad max. regardless of how shit something is, people will find a way to meme on it and thats why the left 4 dead graffiti is the most accurate human response to an apocalypse

from Left 4 Dead

hey guys, hi friends, how are you? I miss you. and i miss being here. This was supposed to be a "2023 is over, here is a summary" post but this is just a life update.

TW : wound (⚠️ it's gnarly, ok)

I know I've been MIA for the past two and half months, I've been struggling to write this post. I don't sleep well and I've lost weight. I've been struggling to sit and write about how I'm personally doing. Unable to express personal thoughts. Maybe because I'm the least important thing to me now. All I know is the gut wrenching screams of bleeding Falasteen. I can only tune in that collective suffering. That's where I belong. That's every human being's duty. June Jordan is right "Palestine's liberation is a litmus test of morality" I'll always go back to that quote because so many are failing it. So many disappointed me. It's like they made their humanity crumble into irrelevance the moment they reveled that showing up for humanity is optional and conditional depending on how comfortable and relevant it is to the white western values.

But simultaneously I've been feeling the tourniquet salvaging the wound. The strife for liberation is well and alive. Liberation and Decolonization had become mainstream concepts and practice (although some are still struggling to stay fully principled away from normalization but it's happening!). Like all arabs. I grew up watching the dead kids. The slingshots and rocks combating massive occupation tanks. I grow up haunted by the assassination of 11 year old Mohammed Al-Durrah, by Naji El Ali's Handala being a signature graffiti art in random streets, knowing that Israel assassinated Naji because he was a Palestinian artist. A truth teller. I grow up witnessing how they bulldozed 23 year old Rachel Corrie. I think often of Rayan Suleiman from last year. still haunted by his big rounded brown eyes — this 7 year old, chased by the terrorist zio occupation forces that he fell to the ground and died of a cardiac arrest. A 7 year old. His body shut down. Fear transcended his fragile anatomy that it shut down and died. I'll never forget the photo of his little body surrounded at the funeral by his friends. A bunch of 7 year olds. Starring into the void. not able to process what's happening because it's such an absurd concept. Kids consoling kids. My head hurts witnessing extermination campaigns and mass graves, and maimed bodies beyond recognition — WHOLE full fledged lives turned into literal dust. For 84 days straight now.

My brain, soul, spirit, psyche will never ever be the same again. And I pray this horror dig itself in the depth of the bones of the entirety of the fascist zionist world and their systems and fuel us to take action and never go back to statue quo!

On another note, I've had a quite terrible accident. A deep second degree burn as you can see. Accidentally spilled boiling water directly from a pot on the stove all over my left thigh. The pain is terrible obviously and I caught a really bad flu on top of it in the first couple of days because i wasn't able to cover it, wear pants or properly cover myself while I'm sleeping. So I've been bed ridden, bone-tired with fever and a massive wound.

Day 4 Day 7

Mind you this happened the day before i was supposed to start a new teaching job. Obviously wasn't able to show up and that was a bummer because i needed that job. desperately so and not just financially, I couldn't and can't handle anymore the anger, grief and anxiety pressuring my nervous system. I needed to start that new job immediately to refocus my daily life on a track again just to gain a routine so i could cope. Usually between jobs when I'm unemployed I thrive in doing nothing but my fan hobbies. Art, fandom and creating make my life so rich I could never get bored but in times like these "balancing grief and joy" is NOT an option.

And here is a thing. Because I've seen many many fucked up self-centred individualistic takes coming from white liberals telling us how we should feel (they always feel entitled, don't they), like the irony in the colonial paradigm harming us then offering us their therapy as the solution, coming with "protect your energy", "choose peace", "practice daily masturbation to relieve the stress of what's happening" (yes I watched this being directly and openly suggested on a panel about Palestine) imagine fucking telling somebody to go finger themselves and masturbate the stress of a GENOCIDE away.

The strangest manifestation of the white "self care" industrial complex, where people think they can therapize their way out of colonial mental consequences of bearing witness and being complicit in genocide. Maybe we're not meant to cope with this because it's literally beyond comprehension. Insane pathological narcissistic behaviour to think it's even a goal to feel good right now- if you want to"feel good" your only goal should be mobilising and organizing for revolution through action to destroy and dismantle the imperialist systems, to never go back to status quo!

On the physical aspect. I've been lucky, my dad has been taking care of me, taking me to the hospital visits, paying for my meds, cooking for me and all. And as I sit here, healing and being taken care of, I can't stop thinking of how I have resources, I have a roof over my head, warplanes are not buzzing in my ears 24/7, I get to sleep in my bed. I'm injured and I'm healing, able to sedate the pain with medicine. Can use the bathroom because there is water. But Palestinians in Gaza do not have any of that. None. Kids have their limbs amputated without anaesthesia amid ongoing denial of medical supplies into the strip. Some of them die of pain during that deadly surgical intervention. It makes me sick to my stomach. And I don't know what else to say tbh. I just know we live in a world that has no red lines and we can't continue to exist like that. Empire shall fall.

I genuinely don't know what to say, new year spirit and holidays mean nothing to me. My only new year resolution is to never again get numbed by the Empire. If standing for the lives of people of colour and their liberation is radical in a cesspool of white supremacy and imperialism, so radical it is.

I hope you're doing fine though. i hope you're well and okay. and to be honest I don't have it in me to ask about the fandom and how is it going.. It's probably going, I'm just not there at the moment. But i want to hear from you. How's life lately? What have you been up to? Also I am sorry if you've been tagging me in wips, games or sending me asks, I am genuinely sorry if I did not reply, I promise i see it and appreciate it ❤️‍🩹 I appreciate the special friendships and bonds I've formed in this fandom here, especially this year, and I don't wanna feel like I'm losing that.