#bizerk

[1000-year-old-virgin]

Saucy Santana - Bizerk

[la-salpetriere]

"The Salpetriere"

This song by Scottish experimental hip-hop group "Hector Bizerk" is part of the original score to the play "Crazy Jane" by the Birds of Paradise Theatre Company. The play follows the story of Jane Avril, La Salpêtrière patient turned into the famed Moulin Rouge dancer.

Production photograph of "Crazy Jane"

Photograph of Jane Avril

[granhairdo]

hector bizerk seems to be enjoyed everytime i post about them so i had the slightest suspision tumblr would like this one

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 9

Roy Harper + sweat and Musk

Couldnt find a gif of roy, so heres a pic instead.

Still tired, I want a monster so bad, specifically the white one :/ How tf did this get so long, hello?

Reader is a speedster, cuz idk.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Roy Harper was hot, everyone on your team and outside of it knew that. From his cocky grin, to his long red hair tucked away into a red cap, and his stupidly thick muscular arms. You weren’t too bad to look at either, but where Roy’s bulk was in his arms, yours was in your legs. It came with the area of being a speedster, you all had some shapely legs that would catch eyes if you wore tight enough pants.

They used to call you White bolt, but like most heroes who had started out as sidekicks, you’d changed your name to Bizerk. It had started out as a title of sorts, given to you when you had ended up stuck in a different dimension, where the justice league called them the justice lords. Bizerk had started out as a name they called you, as you hadn’t existed in this dimension, leaving you as an unknown. It later became a name the public called you, but from them there had been love and hope.

You had been stuck in that dimension for a long time, having ended up there back when you had just turned 19, and you had only gotten back to your dimension in your mid-20s. It had been difficult to readjust to this dimension, where the justice league were still good and your friends were all alive and had missed you. You were still twitchy at times, and your moral compass was twisted, but that’s what made you fit with the outlaws so well.

Sadly, your relationship with your former teacher, Barry, was almost crumbled to dust as neither of you were who you were before, having both lost so much, seen so much, done things you didn’t want to do. Instead of being student and teacher, almost family like you once had been, you were now simply coworkers who might share a coffee after patrols, or you’d keep extra snacks around for fellow speedsters.

One thing that hadn’t changed too much though had been Roy. Sure, he was bigger now, buffer, he had almost left you unconscious with those arms of his when he had hugged you the first time, and again later when you two were alone and hed kissed you like he wanted to eat you alive. Before you had been scooped away to another dimension, you two had had a thing between you. There had never been a title on it, but you two always sought the other out and always found yourselves dry humping in an alleyway or sucking the other off between missions.

Apparently, he had spiralled into addiction, left the arrow name behind, had a kid, gotten out of addiction, then joined the outlaws, and so much more. There hadn’t really been much of a question on your part as you sided with the outlaws almost immediately, since that was where Roy, Kory, and later you found out Jason, the one robin you liked, was part of it too. So, now the outlaws had their own speedster who ran as fast if not faster than the rest of them, and didn’t have a problem spilling blood.

For a while, you and Roy didn’t talk about any of it, or the feelings you both still possessed years later. You weren’t young men who denied their sexuality like before, or who had the energy to pull a quickie just because you wanted too. You still could, of course, but neither of you seemed to find the same thrill as when you were younger. As you both toed around the inevitable, you resorted to less than stellar acts to satiate yourself.

You hadn’t gotten off well for years, as running around in a dimension as one of the few heroes against a regime didn’t leave much time. But now that you were home and safe, it was like your body was trying to catch up. You realized it might have started to become a problem when Roy had returned to your shared apartment, because you guys didn’t wanna be apart though neither said it in words, in a red tanktop and sweaty from the gym.

He had thrown his arms around your head as you had sat on the couch going through one of the many video games you had missed in your time away, and you had popped a stiffy almost immediately. Roy didn’t seem to notice how you tensed, as you always tensed from touch these days, but you felt drool pooling in your mouth as the scent of his sweat filled your senses.

Or maybe he had, as he started showing up more and more to your shared place, fresh from the gym or from a run, and he would always drape himself over you like some damsel in distress. It got so bad you almost started vibrating like only a speedster could, and you ended up resorting to nicking his musky laundry when he wasn’t home. Huffing that stupid red tank top of his, one you were sure he hadn’t washed for the past week even though hed worn in every day, you came hard enough that you didn’t stop buzzing around the edges for at least fifteen minutes.

You felt like a pervert as you snuck the tank top back into the laundry, trying hard to ignore how you were already hard and throbbing again. Being a speedster came with many positives, and depending on who you were, an almost non-existent refractory period was one of them. But for you, it was a curse, as no matter how many times you jerked off inhaling Roy’s potent laundry you still ached for more.

You felt like you were going crazy, as your inability to satisfy yourself left you agitated, and it spilled into your hero work. You hit enemies too hard, had much less patience, and couldn’t think straight, which had been your biggest strength in the other dimension. Even worse was the fact that Roy seemed to just love going around in that sleeveless getup of his, he had even started forgoing any layers under leaving his sweaty pits right in your face when hed pull you into his side after missions.

A less stable part of your brain told you just to kill him, because he was driving you up the wall like a half wild animal and you had no idea what to do. It ended with you trying to find different ways to work out your frustration, which ended up with you blasting music in your headphones as you pushed the leagues gym equipment to their limits.

None of your friends seemed to want to get close to you when you were in the mood you were in, maybe it was the murderous look on your face as you lifted weights or did an uncountable number of push-ups. You hadn’t even noticed Roy was there until you were packing up to go home, your entire body jittering and buzzing around the edges from exhaustion. Just as you were ready to hike home, Roy had hooked that deliciously stupid arm around your shoulder and declared you’d walk back together.

Maybe it was your frayed nerves, but he smelled even stronger today than usual, and the less stable part of your brain just wanted to shove him up against the wall and slobber all over his arms and pits like some kind of dog in heat. But you were stronger than that, that was until you guys stepped into your apartment and Roy shoved his face into your neck and inhaled loudly. You felt yourself give an almost painful throb at the groan he let out, your frazzled semblance of control slipping between your fingers like sand as he grunted how good you smelled.

What little restraint you both possessed seemed to finally snap, and soon your lips were mashed together, tongues rubbing and spit running down chins as clothes were pulled or even ripped off sweaty bodies. You had no idea whose bedroom you ended up in, you were too distracted by Roy grabbing your knees, pulling them open, and shoving his face into the crevice between your thighs and crotch.

The two of you moaned in unison, Roy from the powerful onslaught of musk that filled his senses, and you from the redhead’s wet tongue slobbering across the salty skin. His rough hands gripped the back of your knees, pushing them up further and further until your lower body was lifted off the bed, his tongue searching down until he could press it against your hole.

You groaned and panted, pulling at his hair was Roy ate you out with the gusto of a starving man finally given a meal. You could hear him huffing and smelling you as he did it too, seemingly just as lost in your musk as you were in his. Your orgasm slammed into you like a lightning bolt as he pulled your sack into his mouth, worshipping your balls and taking in the scent and taste of them. You didn’t even notice it approaching until you had white stripes across your sweaty torso.

You weren’t even soft for a whole thirty seconds before you were filling up again, especially as Roy’s tongue dragged up your body, licking up the streaks of white he had caused you to spill. Your lips met in another sloppy kiss, slick and wet noises filling the room as you hooked your arms around his head, wanting him closer than was humanly possible.

As you kissed Roy’s hand gripped your length, jerking it with a speed that had your hips jolting off the bed. So little was needed for you to cum again, spilling into his palm this time as he sucked on your tongue like it was a delectable treat. As he withdrew, he patted your muscular thigh with his clean hand, panting for you to roll over, which you did with no question asked.

His spit slick lips kissed up your back as he smeared your own essence against your spit slick hole, pushing two fingers in as he opened you up quicker than he might have any other day. You moaned, turning your head as you grabbed onto his head and twisted him enough that you could kiss him again. Two fingers soon became three, and your kiss became simply panting into the others mouth as you ground your hips back against his hand.

As he pulled his fingers out of your hole, you used your speed to grab him and flip him, throwing him onto his back so you could sit down on his aching almost purple length, the two of you both moaning though his sounded more cracked and broken than your own as he hadn’t cum even once. Roy was about to grip your hips, but you forced his arms above his head as you started to ride him.

Roy was about to ask what you were up too before you leaned down, letting the flat of your tongue run through his pits just like you had wanted to do for months. The redhead laughed and started moving his hips, thrusting up into you as he kissed at any skin of yours, he could reach, letting his tongue lick up any sweat he came across.

You ended up licking from his pits, up his neck, and into his mouth once more, Roy groaning in pleasure at the taste of his own salty sweat as your hips struck down on his own. Now that his hands were free, Roy quickly grabbed onto your hips and flipped you over, letting his thrusts turn rougher as you scratched and clawed at his back.

You were sure you had came multiple times as you two continued like a pair of rabbits, but your refractory period was so shot you didn’t even go soft. You knew Roy was about to finish as his thrusts slowed to a deep stomach-turning roll, his groans turning into higher moans as his jaw dropped. The flash of warmth inside you had you spilling against your chest again, clenching up around Roy in a way that had him jolting and grunting.

He flopped down on top of you, both of you even more sweaty and exhausted than before, and when he started lazily licking at your sweaty neck and you smacked at his shoulder. Roy chuckled softly as he leaned back, looking at you with the type of love you two had always felt. The kiss he gave you this time was full of love instead of lust, but soon the loving kisses wasn’t enough to ignore the disgusting messes you both were.

Roy almost looked as sad as you felt as you two had to go shower and put on new sheets on what you saw was Roy’s bed, but it had to be done as you didn’t want to sleep in that type of filth. In Roy’s words, you just had to get dirty again if that was an issue. As you were about to fall asleep, Roy kissed your shoulder and muttered that he loved you and wanted you to be his forever, which caused you to chuckle softly as you rolled over, so you were face to face. Kissing his lips softly, you muttered that you loved him too, and you wanted the same. With a grin, Roy pulled you close, and together you fell asleep, feeling exhausted but oh so satisfied.

[bballlvr8]

i was just about to say i like that bizerk jerk person and i knowww he loves azzi but the way he posts about her stresses me tf out

I wonder how old that person is because if it’s an older person, it would make so much more sense because yes, back in the day sports used to be very aggressive, but I feel like that’s low-key kind of changing at least in college athletics

I feel like they are not evolving with college sports

[officialmjd]

go bizerk in ur burka…

[hoodgrind]

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[arla38]

1/6/25 9:10pm pulled over on Duarte Rd just past San Gabriel Blvd because I’m getting #targeted with #frequencieds within my my car from dash and steering wheel and steering column while driving home. Took measurements. Looks like the app is going bizerk

[dteamain]

babysitting my familys dogs and this couldn’t be more of a mess my dog has extreme diarrhea my sisters dog has an ear infection but like not a normal one since she was drugged as a puppy she literally goes bizerk and starts howling and hiding and foaming at the mouth like she has rabies 😭 my moms dog is on a bathroom and hunger strike likely because my mom isn’t here and my dads dog is fine but she’s just a freak in general

[cryptid-killjoy]

He was thinking of his mothers often since getting there. The trip might have been to avoid Valentine's Day, but it also was for them. Considering the rez he needed this connection.

The day time in the streets felt casual and nice doing whatever came by, like the play, the street foods, whatever sights came along. Everything was eye candy in traditional colors for the season. Music on was on every other corner they turned the closer they came to the river. That was the goal. Still, his mothers continued to keep hopping into his mind, always there in the back knowing this was beginning of it all. Their voices kept showing up there too. He heard them in strangers' mannerisms that were similar or customs he saw coming alive again he hadn't seen for too long.

Koda was a rebel, but he also knew where he was. His mother taught him culture and respect for each of his upbringings and backgrounds even if he strayed far in America. Being completely surrounded and on their turf so to speak, all his mother's lessons were at the forefront of his mind now. It made him miss her terribly. It was one more reason he wanted to be here, to celebrate her in his own way.

That said, there was this moment Elsa was so close, smiling at him, flirtatious, her eyes right on his, after teasing her, a feeling in his stomach was nearly painful, the sort of moment he normally would have listened to his body and lurched right over and kissed her with a laugh unable to contain that she'd been so cute and witty the clever woman. But, this was not the place for PDA. His mother told him too many times, not in China. She would argue with him for being so bold in America and he'd say "You're not in China anymore, Mother. Get over it." The memories were coming up becoming a heat rock in his throat off and on. He didn't always tell Elsa, but it was there, as he was trying to show her a good time.

Holding back had never been his strong point. Oh, he'd been doing it like a boss to have ever made his way to Elsa, but not really. He came onto her many times. She simply never seemed to catch on, misread him, took it as joking around, not sincere advances. This moment was something different.

He wanted to kiss her so bad and the fact he felt like something in the cultural air was forcing him not to was powerful. It was kind of hot the longer he stared into her face so fondly. Oh good fuck it was aching. All he wanted to do was give her a simple kiss. This should not feel this complicated. It wasn't even going to be a big deal, but that hold back was so painful his brain started to have a meltdown sitting right there in the middle of the little China town.

Couples were everywhere but they were young, maybe wearing matching tee shirts to identify themselves. Still, they stayed respectful. Elder couples? Nope. Distance was kept. This was that stern way his mother had. Full on kissing was a big no, maybe a peck on the cheek. That part of himself attempting to listen to his mother like it was too taboo here had a realization as his mind started to spiral and started to laugh instead.

He leaned and whispered in Elsa's ear if only for others not to hear him blanket statement them all, "I think it just dawned on me why there's so many kinky pervy Asian horror films. I just wanted to kiss you and held back for only a minute or so and thought I shouldn't for cultural reasons with my mom all in my head, so my mind started to go bizerk, insane that fast. Horny and insane. Half the people around here are walking around horny and insane holding back their feelings refusing to PDA. Boom. Thus was born Asian kink horror films birthed on moments of meltdowns. I've just decoded the insanity in this one moment."

It was a good thing that she had more than a day open, since this was far from a one day trip. But this was Koda, and even if she did have plans, she would most likely cancel them. They’ve formed a bond, these two. Separate from everything else. He wasn’t ‘Flotsam’s friend’. He was her instructor. A relationship borne unto itself and not influenced by anyone else.

China.

It was a long flight, but it was a beautiful one. She slept through it - head on Koda’s shoulder rather than one of those overpriced pillows - when they flew over the ocean, but once on land, there was a lot to look down upon. She could now say that she has stepped foot in four continents, and each one was different from the last. Asia happened to be one of the most naturally beautiful.

The modern hotel was useful - Elsa was prissy enough to ever use a outhouse if she can help it - and settled in nicely, looking out the windows at the beautiful landscape. It reminded her more of Alaska with the mountains, only instead of snow, they were lush and green.

Koda’s translations actually helped a lot. She was trying to pick things up gradually, but considering the different characters instead of letters that she was used to, it was a bit tougher than picking up simple french, or even English. She was never bothered by him just leaning in and whispering street and place names in her ear. He wanted her to feel involved. And because of him - she did. There would be some times when a place name looked long, and she’d ask him to say it outloud in the language it was intended, just to try to repeat it, the syllables foreign on her tongue.

“Oh am I?” She asked, slightly amused.

Elsa and street weren’t words that often went together. So street food - it was going to be an experience. It couldn’t be much worse than the foods she had grown up with, however.A LOT of fermented fish. Maybe she’d even feel at home.

They walked together, side by side. It was a good thing that she regularly stood tall and proud because she definitely appeared to be so beside the smaller Chinese people. The blonde, and Koda, seemed tower over some of them, making them almost a spectacle on their own.

“Fascinating,” She said, and generally meant it as they went and found seats. It was a delight to watch, the make up and the costumes unlike anything that she had ever seen before. Koda’s translations were helpful, but they didn’t do it justice, the sounds of the language being strong and - oddly emotional. It touched the usually cold heart of Elsa, who only had a half understanding of what was going on, but she felt it. She felt it with each note they sung.

The martial arts were a spectacle, of course. She learned enough to defend herself and was nowhere near the level of those on the stage, but it made her think of Mulan. It made her think of the performance that she had done at the barbecue at Beast’s house all that time ago. She was an eager audience member, clapping when everyone else did, but never starting the applause in case of being too early.

She assumed that Koda must also be thinking of his mothers at times like this. Just being here was probably a constant reminder for him. So she gently laid her hand upon his arm during the performance. That little bit of intimacy that she felt comfortable with.

[bballlvr8]

is it firegeno?? or bizerk??

no

[amltradestar]

Anointed of the third, Bizerk, complete! He's almost identical to his original look but is much more rubber hose and swagger. Overall, he's my favorite Anointed and was fun to remake.

You can see his old design here and you can find him on in GOAWNL. Which of the two Anointed remaining would you want to see next?

[sapphiresaphics]

1. See, this is how I know you guys are too immature to understand what’s going on. Caitlyn didn’t do those things because she was being rational. She was doing those things because her emotions and her obsession with Jinx were out of control. It’s not like she woke up that morning and thought to herself “I’m gonna try to kill a kid today.”

It’s like at the end of Captain America: Civil War when Tony and Steve are fighting. Logically there’s no reason to fight. What happened was decades ago and the guy responsible was being controlled by Hydra. But none of that matters to Tony in the moment, does it? His emotions and feelings are going bizerk.

And like, all of that happened when the Anomaly and the Arcane was fucking everything up and Caitlyn’s rage and hatred and anger were at a peak. The point is she was not thinking rationally. You don’t have to like what she did, it’s very clearly wrong, but you can’t remove the context for WHY she behaved that way.

2. It’s NOT “resolved” in a few scenes. It’s not even fully resolved by the end of the show! That’s why Caitlyn looks sad and asks Vi if she’s still in this fight. There’s so much work to do to fix things and she’s asking if Vi is going to stick with her while she does it.

3. She is head of House Kiramman. Sallow only complains initially because he doesn’t know who she is. Once she informs them she takes control of the whole scene. She has access to all of her mother’s records. She’s seen giving testimony and advice to the council on several occasions.

You can try to deny it all you want, but it’s confirmed by the shows creators that that seat on the counsel belongs to her once her mother died. I don’t know what to tell you, you’re just wrong here.

4. Yeah, SOME of the main characters get happy-ish endings. I don’t know if I’d say Ekko got a happy ending. Or Jayce. Or Viktor. Or Mel. And just because SOME characters got out of the cycle doesn’t mean that things between Piltover and Zaun are going to improve. There’s a reason they showed Sevika looking like she’s out numbered by the other counselors. Progress is slow, but it’s not inevitable that it’s going to happen. Trump winning a second term and the last 40 years of progress being rapidly undone should be proof of that. Zaun and Piltover are still at odds with each other. Tensions are down, but they WILL rise again. THAT is the tragedy of the two cities. It’s League of Legends lore that they never truly come back together.

If you were fine with bad guys not being punished then you wouldn’t be whining about Caitlyn so hard.

Also Caitlyn lost an eye. Last time I checked physical disfigurement was something that always remains a reminder of what you did for the rest of your life, like your beloved Zuko.

I do not understand why I have to keep explaining that it WASNT instantaneously. If you were paying attention Caitlyn was working through stuff the entire season. I don’t think you guys actually watched the show.

How Arcan season two should have happened.

1. It should not have ended the show.

2. Caitlyn becoming evil should have stuck until close to the end of the season.

3. Warwick should have probably happened later, instead the plot should have been about Caitlyn.

4. Jinx should not have completed her redemption arc by the end of the season. At best she can be an anti-hero and her relationship with Vi can start to change.

5. Since we’re going for Caitlyn as redeemable, she should have more of a desire to do what she sees as right, creating programs to provide food and the like to people who need it, or other stuff like that. Because currently it comes off like she would not believably start to like Vi again based on how her arc progresses, then she just does.

6. The finale should be a fight with Caitlyn where she realizes the weight of this problem.

[scoopsofsarah]

Rules: name your 10 favorite women/nonbinary/not men characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @uncleclusterthirdbrain & @thatnovawasprime

In no particular order:

1. Chihiro & Lin from Spirited away

2. Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

3. Leslie Knope from Parks and Recreation

4. Rogue from X-Men

5. Casca from Berzerk

6. Maka Albarn from Soul Eater

7. Eleven from Stranger Things

8. Bulma from the DB &DBZ series

9. Dana Scully from the X-Files

10. Phoebe Buffay from Friends

I tag @grimangel01 @thecaudallure @whoever and anyone else who wants to do it.

[borderline-itsfine]

And;

They’re coming to take me away ha ha!

They’re coming to take me away ho ho!

He he! Ha ha! To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I’ll be happy to see those nice, young men in their clean, white coats and they’re coming to take me away!

Ha haaaa!

[lloydmustache]

That blog Capoteera, used to follow me. I thought she was nice. But when the downfall of the two head honcho blogs went bizerk, she followed and blocked me.

Her true colors came out and im so fucking sick of her. She's fhe one that kept saying "it's all fake blah, blah"

But also is rhe one that kept insisting to have more Barf Scary Movie 7 dumps.

I REALLY do hate when they all do that, when she basically hates her.

I can totally feel you girl, just keep ignoring those people.

It's not worth it wasting time with them