#bomb cw

[eartheats]

Noriko Takeover: The Finale

((ooc: cws for general evil villain nonsense, blowing up a museum, talk of (human) death, near pokemon death, fire, violence in general. strap in folks.))

[a rotomblr live goes up! strangely, it's...rather dark, at first; one can hear the shuffling around of some paperwork, the typing on a keyboard, and the movement of what appears to be a few small pokemon in the background. when the screen finally lights up, it seems the culprit of the hacking has finally gotten her hand off of the camera.]

"Greetings, Rotomblr. I thought it was high time we met face to face."

[ID: an image of a woman with blue hair and eyes, similar to ren; she also wears glasses, has heavy freckles, and wears deep teal lipstick. her look seems cold, unkind, and she's dressed in a white sweater and black shirt. end ID.]

[the woman on the screen smiles. the room around her is quite dark, though her face is illuminated in the light of whatever she's using to record. when she speaks, it's in perfect, fluid kantonnian, though with an accent that one might be able to place as that of a cinnabar island resident.]

"It really has been such a pleasure to meet you all. Some...more than others." [though she smiles, it's not reflected in her eyes; they're almost...cold seeming.] "I suppose that I've kept myself in the shadows for too long; for that, I apologize. While I originally had my own blog on this website, my work ensured that I was far too busy to keep up with it to the extent that I would have wished to. For that, I apologize; there were quite a few of you who were...passable company. Miss Lemon. Mr. Thomas. Miss Maya. Some others."

"But it would seem that my child has become rather beloved, by people. It is something that I am pleased to see; I had worried that they would end up isolated and dying, away from the world at large because of their focus on what happened to them. I knew they could get over it in due time, as long as they pushed themself..."

"Not that I would imagine that they would become such an ungrateful, spoiled brat. It's something I intend to fix, in time." [despite the venom in noriko's words, her expression doesn't change. it's...eerie.] "Ah, well. Mi amor would be far more heartbroken over hearing those words than I am, I suppose...if he were alive to hear them."

[and that's the first thing that gets noriko to pause throughout this. the smile disappears, and though her eyes remain cold, they're...neutral.]

"...It's the anniversary of his death today. A wholly avoidable one, at that." [and there's a spark in noriko's eyes as she says it, and her expression tightens. disgusted, really.] "You see...I have a rather deep distaste for many things. Rockets current and former, for one. Rather rich coming from a former member of Team Flare, I'm sure, but I know my sins. I will not justify them, nor Lysandre's viewpoint. But for another...there's the Silph Corporation. The Pewter Museum, as well. And why, you might ask...?"

[there's a slight laugh that escapes noriko. it...doesn't sound hinged, even slightly.]

"Simple. The Silph Corporation is responsible for my family losing what little we had left when the volcano in Cinnabar erupted. We escaped with our lives, and what we could salvage of our life's work. Do you want to know what they did?"

"They stole it from us. By force." [as noriko recalls it, something in her face steadily starts to twist in anger.] "...They hired Rocket to seize our machinery and blueprints. The Pokemon that we managed to bring with us, as well. By any means necessary. My family's life work, all of it, and they stole it from us. Seized it for themselves to use irresponsibly, at the lowest point of our lives, as some sort of show of power to consolidate it all for themselves."

"It could have ended there, but..." [noriko's twisted expression goes back to neutral. one might even be able to make out just how heartbroken she is to say these next words.] "...The Rockets attempted to attack my family, to steal even more of their Pokemon. Above and beyond in their mission, as always. Mateo, he...he couldn't stand for that, and he...mi amor, he..."

[noriko's face goes down. she might even be crying, really, as she recalls it. one likely doesn't need much more to piece together what's happened.]

"...He wouldn't approve of this." [and there's that laughter--a laughter that's soft, yet oh-so manic, rising steadily in volume and mania.] "He'd condemn this. All of it. What little yet lives of my family would as well. But we're past the point of caring about petty little things like that."

"I want control of all aspects of my life back, and it all starts with this."

[when noriko raises her head back up, she looks resolved. cold again, and the screen seems to brighten just a bit...just enough to illuminate the surroundings.

one might recognize this as the interior of the pewter museum.]

"The media is likely going to spin this any way it wishes. And so be it, if it does. They can call this what they wish. As for what I intend to call it?"

"This is long, overdue vengeance for all that's been taken from me."

"Netzach."

[if one looks to the background, they can make out three glowing lights--purple, green, blue. if anyone smart enough knows those colors and recognizes the blue eyes of the creature in the distance, they'll recognize it as a shiny beheeyem. one that stands...too obediently, waiting for orders--something that could be recognized as the behavior of a pokemon created by Team Glimmer.

noriko turns toward the beheeyem, calm. quiet. so still that one could hear pin could drop.]

"Detonate."

[and all at once, it's a blur, after the order is called, the beheeyem activates something that makes the sound go loud, and the beheeyem is swiftly returned to his poke ball--a bright white light fills the stream. the recording device gets thrown back, but against all odds, glitchy mess it may be, it continues recording. recording amongst the flames, amongst what certainly would be a death for person and pokemon.

but it isn't.

the stream ends with a distant, glowing pink light being seen, and a feminine form that can barely be made out walking from the fire as if it hasn't effected it at all; there's plenty of manic laughter coming from it, and if one's particularly versed in legendary's power, they'll recognize it as Xerneas.

there's another voice, though, barely able to be heard in the distance that calls out.]

"Good, you're finally done pontificating! Let's get outta here!"

[it's not a recognizable voice, though it seems to be another woman's--older, it seems. the pink, glowing form seems to stop, before walking towards the voice.

at any rate, the stream ends with a disconnection error.]

#high stakes pokereality #noriko takeover #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #bomb cw #pokemon near death cw #human death cw #death cw #violence cw #ask to tag #explosion cw

[emmatriarchy]

Today is just ✨️ perfect

I'm on the way to the doctor for my injury and my kid's school was just evacuated because of a bomb alert...

Can this week be over already??

#ooc #injury cw #bomb cw #hard to be sunshine and positive today

[hiro-doodlez]

explosion! (boom)

This u?

#explosion tw #bomb tw #explosion cw #bomb cw

[noblevicartstudio08]

So my boys got a major update! 

Skylar’s main weapon of choice are the pages in his spellbok, tarot card throwing knives and 2 pen knives.

Callob has the fan now, and it also has a built in pistol

Finally, Clyde has a magic flask with an endless amount of water. It can also hold things like acid.

#Skylar Steven Phillips #Callob Conway #Clyde Black #Hollow Port #my art #my ocs #artists on tumblr #witch oc #vampire oc #dhampir oc #guns cw #gun cw #bombs cw #bomb cw #knives cw #knife cw #fandomless oc #original character #siren oc

[butchdykekondraki]

OMG ILL MAKE SURE TO FINISH READING IT RAAHHH

Last thing I remember issss the weddingg

And maybe lore is that

Tw mentions of death , war , uhhh bombs ?? UHHHH what else um. Toxic parenting ??

Gonna make this short bcz Ill have to go sleep soon (sad face:C ). NONE OF THE BELOW IS CONFIRMED I DONT THINK BTW SO‼️

Basically fans of sf believe that salad fingers is a survivor of something like a nuclear apocalypse, and that his family and friends died in what he calls "the great war". He had a brother named Kenneth, a father, mother, maybe wife.. his dad was toxic, maybe even abusive, and overall it was pretty hard with the war going around. Kenneth got sent to fight and died in the great war. Everyone kinda died , and those who didn't die got affected by the radiation of the nuclear bombs (if there was actually a nuclear apocalypse and stuff), leading to mutation, which could explain why everyone looks so weird, including Salad Fingers himself. He umm went a bit insane due to the grief and isolation and it's all so so sad because we keep seeing hints to his past throughout the series and it's SO SAD--

OUUUUUUUUUUUU SOBBING WAILINGF????????????? THIS IS SO SAD WHATTT !!!

#[roe] #hrm. i oughta rewatch sf.. ^_^ #ALSO WAAA I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD SLEEP CROW #death cw #war cw #bomb cw #abuse tw

[emberoops]

anyways I’m staying at super nice hotels so they won’t wanna fuck it up too much. they are treating me so fuckin nice.

#that is until someone mail bombs me #lol #bomb cw

[schmergo]

This is the back cover of my yearbook from senior year of high school. Wonder what event was taking place with everyone outside? This was when the whole school was evacuated due to a bomb threat. Kinda messed up in retrospect.

At the time, it was sorta fun, like a big joke. Some of us tried to play Duck Duck Goose on the field. School released early and I went to Baskin Robbins with my friends. Also, my teacher tried to leave a girl with a broken leg inside the school so she didn’t have to hobble down to the field… it wasn’t a drill! The assistant principal ended up carrying her outside. We’re just so lucky things weren’t worse- we all could have taken things much more seriously.

#bomb cw #bomb tw #school violence

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    ❝  𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.  𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.  ❞ 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 @ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

                          ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── ..𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ( @batteredoptimist )

        𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 — all fire and fury and hell-bent on revenge with his broad chest heaving and eyes wild, most people would see a monster. The monster that he’d warned her about in the beginning. But Marin is no stranger to desperation. There are things that she hasn’t spoken of in regards to the aftermath of the compound going boom — things that are better kept inside, where they cannot haunt her loves. There’s the smell of burning flesh, and how Marin has slowly converted to vegetarianism and coaxes Muriel that way too when she can — not because she doesn’t like meat, but because she can’t stand the smell of it lingering in the flat. She’d seen limbs detached from bodies — and heard screams even through the ringing in her ears. The aftermath of what she’s done is the closest she can approximate the notion of hell. And yet, she had done what she’d had to do. Just like Muriel will now do what he has to do...what he always had to do, whether or not she and Rosie were a part of it.

      Marin doesn’t need to ask to know that her loved one has raided this place like an avenging angel — with a body count that shouldn’t be possible from one man alone. But she’s always known that in the end, he would come for she and Rosie. Rosie — who has seen more than she has — who had stumbled in after their sweetheart in a manner that had left little to the imagination. And now, Claudio Renaldi has been cornered on his own chessboard — and Marin has no pity for this man who had taken them from their home and the peace that the three of them had clawed and scraped to find after everything. She only regrets that Muriel has had to become the worst version of himself to pick up the pieces. She’s not a naive girl — her love is a good man, a kind and gentle soul. His hands have known violence and have delivered death — but it was never what he wanted, and she is not afraid of him — even dripping with the blood of other men.

     Wrapping her arm around her precious Rose, who is shaking like a leaf, she draws her lass into her — cupping the back of her fluffy head, and resting it against the crook of her neck, placing her hand over one of her ears. The three of them protect each other — it’s what they do. Hopefully this will be the last time. She feels Rosie’s trembling hand come to rest over the gentle swell of her belly — and it’s that motion that makes Marin’s resolve stumble a little bit. She remembers how scared they’d both been back in the flat, can’t imagine going back to it now. “Come here, precious girl,” she soothes. She knows Rosie’s trying to soothe her too. “I’ve got you, darling, let’s be a good girl and look away like Muriel’s asked, okay? We’re going to go home soon — and I’m going to hold you both close, and we’re going to be okay. It’s over now. Just close your eyes, sweet girl.”

     And with that, Marin looks to Muriel — nodding as she shuffles herself and Rosie to the far side of the room by the door. They’re all covered in blood by now, there’s no getting past it. They’ll have to start over again — but first, Muriel will have his moment, and she won’t stand in the way. She buries her face into Rosie’s hair, kissing gently. She smells of lemons and cologne — not like herself. Marin’s heart aches as she, too, looks away — letting Muriel be whatever he needs to be in this moment. She knows the truth. He could never be a monster — no matter how much the world tries to make him into one.

#batteredoptimist #♡ 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙸𝙴 & 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙻 & 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽 ⤷ no storm can take my eyes from you. #➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson. #gore cw #blood cw #implied abuse cw #murder cw #violence cw #bomb cw #explosion cw #dead bodies cw #dismemberment cw #burning flesh cw #pregnancy cw

[richestindaworld]

kiss your teammates to boost morale

#tf2 #boots n bombs #demosoldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #my art #rick art #beep beep richie #i almost forgor to post tbis!!!! #alcohol cw

[gamma-writes]

Apotheosis

A oneshot about a human in the wrong place at the wrong time accidentally dying and becoming God(?)

CW for unreality, mentions of guns and shooting, mentions of a bomb

At 12:01 AM CST on January 1 of 2010, an entity of immense power came down from the cosmos and landed on the planet Earth. In the years of careful global trust-building exercises and education on human custom that followed, the being that came to be known as ECE pledged to help humanity solve its many, MANY issues and save the planet and all life on it.

I heard about her success all the time on the news. "Big Company Busted by Brazen Being!" flashing in fancy font in your face, ads begging to be clicked. Titles like "Oil Monopoly Toppled After Attempted Murder on ECE" were ladled atop respected news websites in stoic Arial or Times New Roman. I've even seen a few Alex Jones remixes on YouTube of the man vocoded while ranting about her being a spawn of the devil come to eat babies and destroy the world. He says that about pretty much everyone though, I think. ECE is a nice person. Nice lady? Alien? No one's really sure. Some call her the 'apotheosis of mankind'. Other people think she's God or Satan. A few even think she's a top-secret government super-soldier project, like Dr. Manhattan if he was a lot less buff and a lot more cosmic horror-y. Honestly, I never cared about what she was. She knocked out harmful companies contributing to climate change and corruption, and that's all a zoomer like me could ask for. Of course, it helped that the US government was pretty cooperative. They tried to destroy her a few times when she first showed up, but once it was clear that she was very much not killable and she also literally just wanted to help, they let her do her thing. Instead of sending in the military to launch missiles at her while she worked, they got the police to clear the area so no one gets hurt. Even if they didn't, ECE was always, and I mean ALWAYS, careful to keep her fights contained. One time Bezos and Musk teamed up to build a giant remote controlled robot to capture her and launched it right out of an Amazon warehouse with all the employees still inside. She kept her lasers and crazy energy powers in check and got all the workers out safely, then took down the two CEOs and their Transformers knockoff with barely any damage to the area. To this day, not a single person has died from one of her fights. The worst injuries are scraped knees and stubbed toes from people running away.

Ever heard of liminal spaces? Backrooms and all that. Spaces that are devoid of life, empty in a soul wrenching yet alluring way. I've always wanted to visit a liminal space. I don't really know why, probably something to do with the human psyche evolving to be weird or whatever. A few days ago I found a flyer for abandoned warehouse tours at the port downtown from where I lived. Obviously I was totally excited and I absolutely HAD to go. I was at my dad's house that week and he works all the time anyway so I planned to just hop on a bus by myself. I sort of hinted that I would be gone for a few hours doing something when he got home that night, he brushed it off and told me he was glad I was getting out of the house. I couldn't shake the fear he would say no if I told him the truth. I never can, actually. But he gave me all the approval I needed to plead innocent if I got caught, so I RSVPed online and pushed down my excitement so he wouldn't ask questions. It was scheduled for a Thursday afternoon right after school. Stuff had been getting weird over that last week, talk of an outbreak in China reaching the US had me washing my hands more than usual. All the students were either panicking or ignoring it. I figured it would be fine and put it out of my mind long enough to enjoy my trip. The bus ride was fine, I got lost looking for the tour guide but ended up finding them anyway. We visited a couple warehouses and I took a few pictures to remember the day. Of course I didn't know that I would have more than photos to remember that day by the end of it. I'm not clairvoyant, of course I wouldn't have known. The pictures weren't even that good probably. Not like anyone will ever see them now.

The thing is, no one really knows where ECE is until they make a public appearance. They could be literally anywhere in the world at any time. They've even been reported to hang out in the planet's orbit every so often. With all that ground to cover, the odds that a super-powered alien-lady-person-thing would be busting a ring of lead deforestation organizers operating out of an abandoned warehouse in the port of Los Angeles at the exact time an abandoned warehouse tour was passing through is pretty low. I'm not amazing at math, but it's at least a million to one. Maybe even a trillion to one! I guess I was pretty unlucky that day though. Probably because of that one time in third grade when Mackenzie Young pickle jinxed me for saying the word 'pencil' at the same time as her. Cursed for life, she told me. I didn't believe her. If I had, it probably wouldn't have made a difference anyway. The shiitake mushrooms hit the fan and before I knew it the tour group was scattering like cockroaches as bullets ricocheted off the rusting metal walls. A bolt of lightning shot out and vaporized a falling beam before it could crush anyone, and that was when I saw her.

God, demon, savior, destroyer, none of it could ever describe ECE. Hovering an inch off the floor with her palms spewing electricity, a pair of otherworldly purple irises darting systematically back and forth from innocent to attacker, body dark beyond light, a curtain of thin mass draped around her head like a straight-haired bob. She was perfection and chaos incarnate.

She was shooting literal ACTUAL lasers like ACTUAL LASERS from her fingers. Oh, and all the people were screaming and running away and stuff of course. Life or death situation and all that.

I got sort of mixed up in the crowd. There wasn't a lot of people and I wasn't very distinctive nor was I a good runner, so a minute or two after the fighting started I was just sorta left behind. There were some crates conveniently me-sized, so I sat down behind them and waited.

I knew I shouldn't have stayed, but I thought I could hide. I wanted to know what happened when all the humans left the scene, I wanted to see her in action. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, of COURSE I wasn't going to pass it up. If I'd known the people she was after had a bomb, I probably wouldn't have stuck around. Or maybe I would have. Who knows? She had to get rid of the thing though. Can't have half a nuke detonating in the middle of a populated area. So she did a cool powerful thing to make it disappear.

As the arcs of plasma began to crawl up the metal catwalk and strip apart the atoms of the crates I was hiding behind, I knew staying had been a mistake. I knew I was going to die. I didn't feel it when a volt blasted through my only cover and hit me in the leg. She did though, I think. She's connected to those energy bits she shoots out. She felt it as soon as her energy hit my nervous system. Everything sort of... slowed down. Maybe it was because I was dying, maybe it was the sudden influx of extra nerve-power to my brain, maybe it was all a hallucination. Who knows. But my body was disintegrating from the bottom up and all I could do was sit there as it went. I had a pretty clear view of her since everything in front of me had already been vaporized. There was all these arcs of plasma striking out everywhere, it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen up close. And there she was at the center of it all, charging up and floating a few feet off the ground. Like I said, everything was all slow-mo, so by the time the arc was up to my torso she had turned her head enough for me to clock her expression. She was totally shocked, I could tell. Definitely angry that some idiot human had decided to be dumb and stick around where a battle was happening. Probably concerned because she knew I was about to die. I don't blame her, like, at all. It was my own curiosity that got me into that situation. I'd chosen to hide instead of run. There was no way she would've known I was there in time. So in the split second I had as the bottom of my ribcage went up in smoke before I was totally gone, in an attempt to convey that I had no hard feelings towards her, I was okay with dying, I knew what I was getting myself into and that I had made a mistake, and really just trying to be cool about the whole situation, I managed to give her a single gesture.

A shrug and an awkward, mildly alarmed smirk. And then, poof. Gone. I didn't even get to see her face after that.

And now I'm just... Atoms With a bunch of energy pinging around between them in what could be a consciousness. Maybe even a sign of life. Maybe even a person. Or maybe just dust doing its best to prove Descartes was right. "Cogito ergo sum" I think therefore I am.

I am.

I am.

I am... here. Alive. Maybe. Probably. Inside something. Someone? A not-quite person. Bigger on the inside, smaller on the outside, it has... a face? Eyes? Something that transmits... information? Energy? Emotion? I can't really tell. I've been just sort of... drifting, I guess is the right word for it. Zapping around in this big empty space that could be space, like actual literal outer space, or maybe its something else. Something more. Less?

It's confusing.

This is confusing.

I'm confused.

But I'm thinking. I'm able to think like this. Words without words without sound without skull without mind. Without skin without bone without eyes. Maybe I'm atoms. Maybe I'm the pulses between the atoms. Maybe I'm nothing at all. Maybe I'm just dust.

Thinking dust. Dust that is. Really annoying electrified dust with a bunch of sounds recorded in it. Isn't that what humans are? Electrified dust with sounds? Is... is that just what life is? Is that all it ever was? Just dust? Does that mean I'm alive? I am, aren't I. I'm alive. I am. I am. I'm stuck in a place that could be space and I'm dust and I'm alive and I am. I a-

ripped from the womb i am bombarded with particles and light

"There you are. So you are the one that has been jumping around in my head."

it's cold

something is pinching me whatever i am it is holding me pulling me from where

cold

too cold

"You must be that teen from the warehouse. I do not know what made you stay there. I am sorry you are dead, but you have to leave now. You cannot stay."

not listening

not dead

alive alive cold too cold i must pull back there is a string of me back to where i will pull myself back to where

"What are you doing? Stop that, did you not hear me? You have to go. There is not room for you in my head."

pull pull pullpullpullpull

"Hey! Stop that! No! I said no! Do you hear me? No!!"

back inside

"NO!!!"

running around in the warm it is quiet and something is piercing me trying to get me out

"Get out get OUT GET OUT!!"

no

i am alive in here i am dust i am living thinking annoying dust i am alive in here you can't make me go

"I do not care!! There is no room, stop!! You are changing me, I cannot... I can't... I can't get... out... please..."

i am Expanding into space everywhere is full of Me

bigger on the inside space is full of Me

living, thinking, annoying Me who thought it was a good idea to stay where I could get hurt because life was not enough for me to simply stay where it was safe I had to have more I had to go where I should not go and now I am

Eyes

The world is the size of my eyes They are purple and black and white and they see

Hands Claws? Sharp bits, pointy, but fleshy. Skin is dark. Not melanin dark, dark that has no light, satin soft trailing through atoms like spider silk.

I am atoms Suddenly I am not atoms Suddenly I am not Me Suddenly I am not Suddenly I am And Then

"Oh. That's what you meant."

I feel pretty dumb now. Obviously being pure conscious energy bouncing around inside a being made of energy is going to result in a merging of the two. I mean, it makes sense to me now but like, a few minutes ago? Nah. I never took physics, too much math for my taste.

Woah. Woah woah woah woah. This thing knows a lot. A LOT a lot. Like, WAY too much. I'm transitioning still but it's going faster, it's like the last bit of sand pouring down through the funnel of an hourglass.

I made her scared. She was scared when she killed me, and then when I tried to get back into her mind she was scared 'cause she knew she would be lost in me. Now we're lost in each other. We're... the same? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Maybe.

Oh there's more

WOW there's more there's still more LOTS more

It's the universe the WHOOOOLE universe like everything beginning to end all over time and space and she's seen it And now I've seen it. I know the answer to every question anyone could ever ask about anything. I saw the first humans the last dinosaurs the first land creature the last ocean the first cell the last dying star ever to shine and

hey why am i bleeding I'm bleeding??? Oh my god????

"Hlep"

"bleh blrbrlsbrb"

That piece doesn't go there I think uh oh oh boy hang on hang on I can do this

There!

"There!"

I can talk.

"Yep, I can talk."

I can think and talk at the same time.

"I can think and talk at the same time. Why am I repeating myself?"

Because there's someone in the room with you.

oh

hello

"Hello."

They scream.

As of 9:11 AM PST on November 13 of 2020, the body called ECE has been stolen and possessed by a seventeen-year-old highschool student with ADHD and a knack for getting into trouble. In the thirty seconds it took for her to completely overtake the body of ECE, a decade of careful humanitarian efforts to save the planet and all life on it collapsed like a poorly built sand castle in water.

#writing #writers #fiction #oneshot #short fiction #short story #original story #original writing #gun cw #bomb cw #unreality cw #i think therefore i am #wrong place wrong time #possible series #gamma writes #short

[magikkittenz]

It had to be done

#had a Lot of feelings about these two the other day #they’re driving me crazy. do you think they looked each other in the eye when they killed each other. how the respawn was an act of cruelty #rather than mercy. that it was like replaying the same terrible nightmares over and over again? #terrible for them I hope they get better <- makes it worse #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #art #boots n bombs #drawingz by meh #blood cw

[friendlyengie]

tf2 rocky horror… I have been thinking of it

#tf2 #Tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 miss pauling #technically it’s implied scout/Pauling but I always read brads character as a closet case in the movie #Or at the very least brad and Janet being more compulsory het than actually being attracted to each other #so take of that what you will! #this is actually all an excuse to draw boots n bombs as Columbia and Eddie but I’m actually putting work into that one #Cw nudity #my art!!

[palipunk]

Casual reminder that I have absolutely zero tolerance towards Israel apologists/centrists/Zionists etc. Palestinians are done with coddling and we’re done with being patient - it’s a genocide by a settler colonial state that wants to wipe the indigenous peoples of Palestine off the map. It is 2023 (75 years since the start of the Nakba) and the genocide is ongoing.

#palestine #free palestine #i remember seeing Palestinians with their heads blown apart bc of bombings and somehow #i still get treated like I’m overacting when talking about bigotry 🤷🏽‍♀️ #cw genocide #cw settler violence #revolution until victory

[bittersweet-zarzamora]

BOOTS N BOMBS OR DEMOMAN i’m normal

Haii Jupe :D

aughhh sorry for taking a while but i really wanted to try something more complicated

this was a little bit of a nightmare but i had fun and learned a lot

also i really need to draw Boots n Bombs more, i love them :3

thank u for requesting :]

(click the pic for better quality :P)

↓↓no text and close-ups under the cut↓↓

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #boots n bombs #my art #asks :] #cw blood #just a lil on scout :P

[itaslow]

#my art #art #fanart #fan art #bomb rush cyberfunk #team reptile #brc #dj cyber #bomb rush cyberfunk dj cyber #cw: blood

[fanby-fckry]

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

24 min. ago

time sensitive question how flirt boy

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

2 min. ago

thanks guys

#the fucking radio demon parody account replied to my post #with extremely UNHELPFUL advice #and charlie #is ur advice unisex? #bcuz if thats how you got vaggie #im judging you both #irl source

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⚪️ Anonymous said

r u dead?

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

Ha! Bold of you to assume I can be killed :)

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

Show your face and per’’haps,’,’. I’ll come~.to you

🎀 charlies-angel Follow

32 min. ago

This account is fake. Nobody knows where Alastor is, anon. Stop wasting your time.

#this parody account is in really poor taste

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🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

Jul 1

if I make it outta this alive, I’m gonna tell my crush I’m in love with him.

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

Jul 1

fuck

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

1 hr. ago

ya know, I don’t think I’ve confessed to someone and meant it in over a decade?

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

53 min. ago

haha would it be crazy if I said I forgot how?

#its literally part of my job to flirt with people #then i catch feelings and suddenly #i get all tongue-tied #i cant fall back on my old scripts either #he hates bullshit #he wants me #the real me #but the real me doesnt know how to do this!!!

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💀 be-gay-do-crym Follow

2 hr. ago

apparently people are canceling @.niffty-lady ? wtf?

🌕 m00nlight-h0wling Follow

1 hr. ago

they are and it’s actually the stupidest thing i’ve ever seen

#and the bar was really fucking low #considering the amount of dumb chaotic bullshit my dad gets into ↯ #niffty lady

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👓 creepz0 Follow

3 hr. ago

It’s time to CANCEL @.niffty-lady

Here’s why:

Niffty LITERALLY KILLED a man in cold blood and now PROFITS off of his death

This so-called “lady” is INCREDIBLY rude to fans, ignoring requests leaving fans on read and answering asks with a NASTY attitude. NOT very lady-like if you ask me

Is associated with the VERY PROBLEMATIC @.real-radio-demon (self explanatory)

Writes TOXIC and PROBLEMATIC ships (spidermoth, radiohusk, reylo 🤢)

Writes NSFW when she herself is CHILD-CODED

PROOF is under the cut ⬇️

. Keep reading

#callout post ↯ #niffty lady #anti niffty lady #niffty critical

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

3 hr. ago

Despite popular belief, I am not dead!

Well, not any deader than I’ve been since 1933! Hahaha!

↯ #is alastor dead? #ha! no ↯ #alastor the radio demon #real radio demon broadcasts

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⚪️ Anonymous said

isn’t it disrespectful to write fics about someone you killed irl?

🪡 niffty-lady Follow

4 hr. ago

I have no respect for Adam. Hope this helps! <3

#answered ask #anon ask

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📺 voxblr4k Follow

5 hr. ago

Is the radio demon dead?

. 96,460 votes • remaining time 6 days, 19 hours

#polls ↯ #alastor the radio demon ↯ #is alastor dead?

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🪡 niffty-lady Follow

6 hr. ago

Forbidden Fruit

Adam x Reader | 10k words | Rated E

⚠️ Major Character Death

Tags: Smut, Whump, Sinner Reader, Forbidden Love, Bad Ending

After a night of reckless passion, you quickly became Archangel Adam’s favorite sin. Your love, as forbidden as the fruit of Eden, was destined to end in tragedy.

https://archiveofoursouls.hell/works/63595697

#niffty lady fic #adam x reader #angel x sinner #sinner reader #smut #whump #forbidden love #bad ending #rpf #aoos link #aoos fanfic

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

6 hr. ago

Well, it looks like I’ve got some time on my hands!

I’m sure many of you have burning questions you’d like answered

So, ask. me. any’,thing. :)

#ask me anything #ama ↯ #alastor the radio demon #real radio demon broadcasts

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🐍 x-hiss-lord-x Follow

Dec 12, 2019

i can't have beef with the power of friendship trope because if someone wanted to hang out with me i'd probably reconsider my stance on turning the city into the 10th circle of hell

🐍 x-hiss-lord-x Follow

Dec 12, 2019

besides i can always just redirect my dark urges towards being violently protective of my new friends. there's no rule that says you can't do that.

🌈 hells-disney-princess Follow

7 hr. ago

I found Sir Pentious’s old voxblr blog, and I think I’m gonna cry

🌈 hells-disney-princess Follow

7 hr. ago

He made the ultimate sacrifice to protect his friends and the hotel during the extermination. He did exactly what he said he would in this post.

I wish I could thank him for everything he did for us. And I wish I could’ve done a better job of protecting him.

I don’t know where Souls go when they get erased; I don’t know if they go anywhere at all. But I hope that wherever Sir Pentious is now, he’s with people that he considers his friends.

#rip Sir Pentious #we miss you #irl source

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

8 hr. ago

↯ #alastor the radio demon #real radio demon broadcasts #the ink spots #we’ll meet again #Voxify

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⬜️ voxblr-meta Follow

9 hr. ago

Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

#meta #fake tumblr dash

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#unreality cw #fake tumblr dash #fanby’s fuckery #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #huskerdust #angel dust #niffty #alastor #vox hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #crymini #loona helluva boss #creepzo #sir pentious #id in alt text #discourse cw #it’s fake discourse but #tagging just in case #suggestive