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joezworld · 1 year
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Firestarter
Traintober 2022 Day 30 - Vengeance
Summary - Vic Berry's of Leicester is where engines go to die. It isn't usually pretty.
Someone finally takes umbrage to that.
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March, 1991 - Leicester 
The coach had been one of the rare beings in the modern age to be pure of heart and deed. An unkind word had never passed from her lips, and her only thoughts had been on how to better the lives of those around her. Even as she’d been slowly demoted to lower and lower class trains, as locomotive hauled trains had fallen out of favour across the country, she had viewed each successive demotion as a chance for new opportunity, new adventure. Truly, she was “one of the good ones.”
Naturally, therefore, when British Rail retired her, they sent her to Vic Berry, Ltd, of Leicester,  who savagely ripped her into her component parts so that they could recycle her metal. She screamed the entire time, and it was generally horrible to witness. 
The ethereal locomotive watched the scrapping in its entirety. It was its duty. 
Once the deed was done, and the physical shell was no more, it took the coach in tow, and left for a better place. This was its duty. 
Then, it returned to the place of the coach’s demise. It visited this place rarely, and had never explored, each time driven back by an all too mortal sense of revulsion and disgust. 
It was a place of horror and despair. Locomotives and coaches, multiple units both diesel and electric, all sat piled atop each other like cordwood. In far corners of the site, engine blocks and bogie trucks sat in mounds. Panel, roofs, doors, and any other material that had necessitated removal were scattered in no particular semblance of order. 
Against the wall of the office from which this mechanical abattoir was managed, a series of metal plates were propped up, each one of them bearing a number of a locomotive now dismembered. 
Along one side, a coach’s windows flickered with the not-quite-hidden light of a homeless man’s cooking fire. 
Truly, this is a place without God. The ethereal being said to itself, as looked at the beheaded cabs that were piled in another area, the faces twisted and distorted in their last moments of pain. How have I been so unaware?
It continued its path around the piles of corpses, its jaw tightening as it passed from one engine to another. None of you have lived a virtuous life, one that calls me, instead of my brother. But yet I cannot help but mourn you. 
The faces stared back at it, unspeaking. 
To be left in this place, allowed to rot, it angers me so. 
It passed by the entrance to the facility. There, a group of excavators were grouped around a single class 03 shunter, all marked with the “VIC BERRY” logo. 
They had still been working when the Angel arrived, and it had spent so much time ruminating and observing that the workday had ended by the time it saw them again. It remembered the dead-eyed looks all the machines had, how they stared off into the distance, like men who came back from the trenches of the great war. What evil have you been forced to do?
In the distance, there was a clatter. A homeless man had taken up residence inside the husk of a coach. His cooking fire had just fallen over, setting fire to the ruined interior of the dead Mk.1. 
The Angel watched as the man, realizing that he could not put out the fire, gathered up his belongings and fled the scrapyard through a hole in the perimeter fence. 
The fire soon spread through the coach, and it was quickly ablaze from end to end. 
The Angel watched the fire lap at the windows, not yet bursting out of the frames, but would soon be able to. When that happened, it would have no trouble finding enough fuel to set fire to the entire yard. 
‘I could stop this’ The Angel thought to itself. 
Suddenly, and without any visible cause, the fire in the coach roared,  doubling, then doubling again in size. A small fire in a coach suddenly turned into a firestorm that swept through the entire stack in a matter of seconds. White hot flames jumped from carriage to carriage, hungrily eating into everything and anything that they could find.
Cinders from the fire soon began drifting through the air, making their way over to the piled corpses of the diesels. In seconds, their oil-soaked remains were blazing like coals in a firebox, burning bright enough to make the night look like day. 
In the sky above, a pillar of smoke rose straight up, not leaving the confines of the scrapyard even as it rose into the sky. 
The Angel looked up at the smoke. It was laden with contaminants - chemicals that reacted poorly to being burned, and fibres that had seemed like a fine idea to use in days past, but were now understood to cause serious health problems in humans. If the smoke were to be left to the mercies of the wind that was already lapping at it, the contaminants could be blown over a wide area, and do untold amounts of health damage to people who lived in Leicester. 
The people of Leicester, who knew exactly what had transpired inside this place for over a decade, and had done nothing to stop it. 
Fuck ‘em. 
The wind suddenly gained control over the smoke, and began to push it towards the city. The blazing pyre below assisted, soon creating its own air currents that threw even more filth and ash into the sky. 
In the distance, the first winking lights of the fire brigade could be seen, but they wouldn’t arrive in time. 
There was suddenly a great amount of noise and shouting from the ground, and the Angel looked around to find that the excavators had shaken off their lethargy and were trying to move themselves out of the path of the fire. It seemed like it was all for naught, as their keys were stored safely inside of the main building, which was currently ablaze. Without them, they couldn’t even start themselves - and they lacked the knowledge to move on their own. 
Suddenly, their motors all roared into life, and they quickly made for the fence, their buckets and claws tearing and pulling at the fence. The Class 03 remained motionless, despite its panicking, and several of the diggers turned back for it, pushing the little diesel down the tracks towards the exit, not about to leave their comrade behind. 
The Angel watched as the machines ran for their lives. If they escaped, they would still be in Leicester, still be lettered for Vic Berry. At the end of the day, they would still be forced back into service for the yard of horrors. 
The fire roared down, blocking the escape route. The machines wailed in horror, some desperately trying to find some way out, while the rest merely stayed and waited for the end. None of them noticed the Angel above, breaking apart into a cloud of starry particles that wrapped around them like a cloak. 
When the fire services arrived, they found nothing but ash, dust, and twisted metal. 
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Afterwards, the Demon watched the pyre spew toxic smoke over the heart of Leicester. I’ll be honest, I did not think you had that in you. 
Shut up. The Angel said. 
I’m serious. That was a real cracker of a job. I hated that fucking place. 
Really?
Oh yes. It’d be fine if it was just the bad ones who went there, but obviously it doesn’t work like that. 
The Angel said nothing to that, continuing to stare at the cloud of smoke. 
Everything alright?
I’m very tired. 
Of? 
All of this. Evil. Good. It doesn’t matter anymore, does it?All these engines - their lives were predetermined from before they were even built. The only difference was whether they regretted what they did.  It’s all too… complex. 
Complexity isn’t a bad thing. 
Look at us. We’re simple machines, from simple times. I reward the good, you punish the bad. Now there’s no true good, or bad. Only shades of grey. 
So, what do we do about it then? 
We? 
Yeah. You and me, brother. 
I don’t know. The Angel said with a sigh. Have you any ideas?
We could go on vacation. 
Death takes a holiday? Really?
S’not the worst idea in the world. We’ve been at this almost two hundred years. Let them have a week. We can figure out what to do next over mimosas.
Where would we go?
Dunno. Someplace that has no railways, preferably. I’ve heard the Bahamas are nice. Maybe Turks and Caicos? Lots of sun, sandy beaches, no trains, no tracks, nothing except some old spirits from centuries past. 
You know, The Angel said with sudden mirth in its eyes. I do happen to know a place that is quite lovely this time of year. 
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After the fire
The excavators opened their eyes. 
“Are we dead?” One asked - he was the youngest, the owners hadn’t seen fit to give him a name yet. 
“I don’t think so.” Said another, his name Claws - for obvious reasons. “I didn’t feel anything.”
“Did you really come back for me?” Came a quiet voice from behind them. It was Three, the little diesel shunter. 
“Of course we did.” Claws said seriously. “We stick together.”
“Hey!” Came a fourth voice - it was Jaws, the oldest of their lot. “This means something doesn’t it? I think we got sent somewhere.”
Turning around, the excavators found a sign bolted to a building. 
BIENVENUE EN FRANCE - DEPARTEMENT D'OUTRE-MER DE LA GUADELOUPE, PORT DE POINTE-À-PITRE.
“Are we in France?”
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clownsuu · 1 year
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Just a lil doodles smhhhh
cw: mentions of violence and distress. Also weapons-
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This is probably a good time to mention everyone’s jobs since I keep forgetting to mention it JDHDGDH
Wally: Da Boss (yeah no shid) he isn’t that merciful of a boss- can be very brutal with how relentless he can be and is a bit of a (non sus) sadistic a s s sometimes. Usually is playfully humorous initially, but can quickly go sour if he feels ever so slightly ticked. Preferred weapon: his eyes and his arms.
Barnaby: Body guard, boss’s left hand man, usually the one who talks for the boss. Sometimes he’s even seen as the “unofficial” boss of the whole group (which he likes to humor sometimes) but in the end he is possibly the most loyal out of everyone to Wally (man’s best friend after all). Preferred weapon is “da biggest gun we got!!!”
Howdy: Butler, bartender, boss’s right hand man. Will do basically everything anyone says (who’s part of the family) without question, however he will always take the Boss’s requests as main priority over the others. This will often keep him awake and exhausted, and a few new stitches to add to his collection. He has the lowest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: Ice pick
Julie: Hitman A, interrogator, mad scientist really. Killing isn’t really too much of her thing, she prefers methodical planning and slow suffering with the use of chemicals and even random substances she can get her lil paws on. She’s not afraid to use anyone as a test subject, even if it’s her own members. preferred weapon: tranquilizers
Sally: Hitman B, intimidator, c h a o s. Almost the complete opposite to Julie. Absolutely chaotic and adores violent bloodshed to a point it’s theatrical. Usually is called if they don’t really need a clean kill. Can often be seen dancing and listening to music while on the job, often says it helps her focus (nobody really argues with it). Preferred weapon: anything blunt and/or violently loud (tasers, rocket launchers, fireworks) (sally is banned from using rocket launchers)
Poppy: Medic, crime scene cleanup, voice of reason, sometimes chef. She does ok when it comes to clean ups and stuff, however she has panic attacks and gets terrified when ever she hears screams of pain/torture, and freezes. Typically Howdy is there to help her snap out of it and help her complete her work, if not do her work for her. Everyone, even including the boss, is there to support her when she’s distressed (everyone would hug her except Wally. He does not like being touched unless it’s Howdy or Barnaby). Preferred weapon: n/a
Eddie: Messenger, delivery pick up/drop off, handler of the goods. He usually goes by himself, however after an incident where he lost his arm from a deal gone wrong, he is now required to leave with at least one of the hitmen (typically Sally). Very often does he get hurt in these trips and is usually always saved by Sally. Absolutely adores Frank for always trying to find the safest routes for him and wishes they had time together alone. Preferred weapon: a simple revolver
Frank: In charge of ordering goods, making contacts, being a voice of reason, basically just a manager. The most stressed member of the group. Rarely is he seen outside of the headquarters unless it’s to talk to well known individuals. He doesn’t usually talk to anyone besides Howdy (ranting at the bar about people), Eddie (telling him what he needs to get next), and Julie (normal convos and her asking him to order new chemicals for her next project). Every time Frank thinks he has an intimate moment together alone with Eddie, out of the blue Eddie would just randomly talk about how much he loves the family and how Wally is so amazing. The next day Frank asks him about it, it seems Eddie doesn’t remember what happened yesterday. Frank has the highest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: a simple glock.
Home: Voice of reason. Preferred weapon: Wally
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querren · 8 months
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someone help me im obsessed
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imsofrancey · 4 months
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dadzai is NEVER over
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mewklu · 28 days
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doomfs (dangerous oomfs!)
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kairithemang0 · 23 days
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Yknow what, I might as well see what happens
Gonna do the notes game, just gonna see what happens I dunno (I have a lot of stuff I need to do and no motivation so I’ll use the internet to force me to)
25 notes - I’ll finish reading Good Omens
50 notes - I’ll finish pulp musicals (I started it and got distracted, came back an hour later so damn confused I HAD MY EARBUDS IN AND EVERYTHING)
100 notes - I’ll draw more (both traditionally and digitally, I want to improve)
150 notes - I’ll continue writing a coffee shop au I started last October and never finished (it was like 75 pages and I just stopped :()
200 notes - I’ll listen to Starry
250 notes - I’ll try to get at least a 70% in Spanish this quarter
300 notes - I’ll clean my room
350 notes - I’ll work on eating healthier
500 notes - I’ll spend more time with my friends outside of school
750 notes - I’ll finish listening to all the musicals on my musical watch list (there are so many of them…)
1000 notes - I’ll get back to doing taekwondo
1500 notes - I’ll take a walk every day
2000 notes - I’ll spend more time with my family
2500 notes - I’ll rewrite my really bad Xehaqus fic from 2 years ago and try my hardest not to just delete all of it (I’d be rewriting 183 pages, I dunno I wanna see how I’d write it now without changing the entire plot)
3000 notes - I’ll actually start to study for school and not just wing it
4000 notes - I’ll stop being such an asshole to my parents Jesus Christ how do they deal with me
5000 notes - I’ll come out to my mom as trans
Try and reach the goal before uhhhhh I dunno April 16th
I may add more later, depends on how fast yall go through the goals, I have a lot of things I need to do (mainly because I need to start caring about my health and how I treat other people). I dunno, let’s see how this goes
Edit kinda did the “come out to my mom” thing soooooo idk I’ll figure something out for 5000 (maybe)
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nymphaforesta · 9 months
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went out with my cat and treated myself to some skincare 🫶🏻
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thegreatmelodrama · 1 year
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The beauty in the quote “it’s the things we love most that destroy us” from Mockingjay Part 1 is that it perfectly captures the way Snow loves. Note how Snow says “things” and not “people.” This is so indicative of the fact, that Snow’s love of Lucy Gray is like the love one has for an object rather than a person. He is possessive over her and regards her as something which he owns (and even wants to put in a cage so that he can keep her all to himself). What I find even more interesting, however, is that Snow’s greatest love is not (in my opinion) Lucy Gray, but rather his love for control. And this is exactly what Lucy Gray gave him for a period of time. Within the realm of the Capitol, Snow’s “love” for Lucy Gray is arguably the strongest. This is because he has control over her. He (more or less) knows exactly where she is and what she is doing. He even controls when she eats or drinks. She is essentially a caged bird.
However, this all changes in District 12. In 12, Lucy Gray is more or less a free bird in the sense that Snow no longer has that same control over her. And we begin to see a subtle tension form between the two throughout part III. Because Snow loves things, namely control (and thus power, it is an easy decision for him to abandon his plans to run away with Lucy Gray. This is what defines Snow’s love: it is a love for things, rather than people. Lucy Gray and Sejanus represent precursors to a larger pattern: Snow will try to talk sense into those who come between him and his love and if they can’t see sense then there is no choice but to eliminate them. Ultimately, it is Snow’s love for control and power (combined with his obsessive nature) that ultimately destroys him in the end.
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fairlyfantastic · 2 years
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Embroidery done of this piece by @samsketchbook
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sentientstump · 10 months
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he's going through it
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Zappity zap! Lightning Beast is up next for the Elemental Beast Bios! ⚡⚡⚡⚡ Here's a sneak peek!🤩 He's inspired by Roadrunners, Peacocks, and Peregrine Falcons!
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sleepovers save money on hotel rooms while on missions 👍
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barissoffee · 10 months
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Disappointed but not surprised still would have preferred animated rebels season 5 rip
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pushing500 · 15 days
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Four-year-old Night Stalker wakes up, dons a flophat, begins working at the crematorium, and chooses violence. Big day for such a little guy!
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Speaking of violence, Magic Man and Fracturedivine did some damage of their own to poor Flea, who wound up in our small hospital with a few bitten-off toes. Nice work, M.M.?
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Buckeye is being strange, and it made me wonder if she has some sort of psychic link to her un-sprouted child that gives her pregnant lady mood swings.
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Euclid continues to be the best tailor I've ever had in a colony.
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I imagine cooking back-to-back with someone who has massive wings and a long prehensile tail is uncomfortable at best, and downright impossible at worst. Blackdragon seems to be making the best of it, though.
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I've been doodling the mechanitor from the next run on everything, and getting the Archonexus popup in the wrong colony amused me.
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Then finally, we had some heartfelt reunions as visitors came to see us. We're going to see if we can recruit Mr Zannakos (Vasso's dad) and Synesthete (Socks' wife) before the guests leave. It will upset their faction, but family reunions are more important, dammit!!
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sleepy-edits · 2 years
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acciologist · 4 months
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Hey Zombieland Saga fandom
I have an offering
It's the Zombieland Saga characters as vines :)
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