#thread: explosions

[velvetjune]

imagine being director Northmoor of the FBC and one day you revel so much in your power that you literally explode. and instead of doing anything else about it, the FBC goes “when life gives a secret paranatural government agency lemons…” and throws your possibly-alive, moving corpse in a power plant so they don’t have to worry about their power bill. then going onwards, people only refer back to you using ominous light-based puns

#that guy was the worst lmao #like so far it seems every director that’s had a connection to the board has met a fate that reflected their person #northmoor was explosive and power hungry and awful. and therefore is forever burning as a fuel source for everyone #but it’s just funny to try to imagine what the hell went down with him. wasn’t trench the one who brought up the idea 😭 #control remedy #control 2019 #Northmoor #this is always the first ‘secret thing about control!’ on any article or thread #but is really is fun to figure out #this and the book club reviews reflecting the writers deaths in the game #fbc agent painting Northmoor sarcophagus container on the side of the power plant: this is genius

[siflshonen]

I’m seeing discourse all over twitter/X and I’m so confused 😐 because it’s brought up the sentiment of Bakugou hating the nickname “Kacchan” and like hating nicknames, but I swear we’ve never seen him once complain about the nickname “Kacchan”, even when his relationship with Izuku was at his worst he never expressed any hate or dislike! So like what? Has he ever actually said or expressed hate for that??

I want you to look in Katsuki “Kacchan no Bakugo hit me with your Dreadnaught love” Bakugo’s big, big supernova eyes.

Do you ever believe Katsuki actually hated anything about Izuku. Do you ever believe it was anything other than him fighting his own frustrations and hating himself and projecting and making assumptions. Do you really not think it was caused by his discomfort with his own vulnerability and even, potentially, his Japaneseness. Do you really think he was never not hurt by his own actions to push Izuku away. Do you really think that he was never desperate for attention, validation and love. Do you really think that.

Did you not notice he gives everyone who isn’t an extra a nickname. Even the mean ones are kinda cute. Did you not notice that.

Now look into *my* eyes. Deep into my eyes.

Do you think any of those people on Twitter understand his character at all? Because most of them think all those things. Do you think they are worth listening to?

#ask #kacchan #kacchan!!!!! #great explosion murder god dynamight kacchan no bakugo #listen. Twitter is stupid and so are the people on it. #I wrote a thesis on this topic and they could not absorb it. #because it was not a thread! hahahahahaha

[ameliiorate]

☀︎ — closed starter for @starlingisms

"So...you're able to look up anyone in that little machine of yours, right?" Mari is confident that Zoe can find out the information that she wants to know, strolling into their space with a stride of purpose and a bag of sweets. Just in case she needs to sway them in other ways. Her smile is sickly sweet as Mari looks at her, eyelashes batting. "Would you be able to find information on someone specific for me? Someone who has been trying to stay off the radar?"

#☀︎ — wrapped in barbedwire and explosives / mari #☀︎ — mari / threads #☀︎ — mari & zoe #starlingisms #idk why this drama is the first thing i thought of but here we are

[greycappedjester]

Chapter planning is just me, my planning docs, character arc notes, and 192 note cards against the madness

#I have a ridiculous amount of fun story planning and outlining #I love straightening out the ideas and putting them into like developed plot threads #...that said I might've gone a bit crazy on this one #My room is an explosion of color coded note cards

[ferinehuntress]

  ◈　 ⇢  　@ofspvrta　 ⋯　 Closed Starter . 　 　 　❝ Kassandra finds Caitlyn in a dangerous predicament . ❞

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱ 　𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞　 previous few seconds. The back of her head ached, hitting the cobblestone hard as she looked at the Haas Hall burning, and no way to stop it. Her ears were ringing painfully, blood slipping down the side of her ears as they were ruptured being so close to the explosion at face value. Blue hair, she remembered the fragmented image of braided blue hair and the sickening laughter from inside the hall. The sound echoed in her mind as she struggled to stay conscious though she kept slipping in and out of consciousness.

　Blood pooled from her left temple down the side of her face, coated in the shimmering red of her life force. Shrapnel had cut up her uniform and the bottom of her dress was burned in black, along with her shoulder pads and the front of her uniform. The uniform was nothing but soot and torn clothing, the shoulder pads had been ripped off and her sleeves were scotched from the fire. Burns covered her shoulders, the smell of flesh cooking in the air. Soot covered parts of her cheek and along her skin. Shrapnel was embedded in her left arm, blood coated her forearm all over her glove. Lifting her head, she tried to push up with her arms but they shook so much that she collapsed back down onto the ground. 'Get up Kiramman', she told herself in her mind but her voice sounded as distant as the sirens going off.

　Ash floated down like snowfall, gray and black as it started to cover her body and the ground as she tried to focus her eyes on someone coming near her. If she was saying something, she couldn't hear her at first as her head fell forward and hit her lower arm, struggling to maintain her focus. The smell of burning flesh stung her nose; not realizing it was her shoulder and arm that had been burned terribly. Her breathing was ragged and staggered, as blood slipped from the corner of her mouth as she tried to focus on the woman again. "Help…need help," She gasp through a few coughs as she reached her hand forward to touch her leg.

　The heat radiated off the stone of the ground; as if she stood in the fire of the burning building. The natural light of the flames caused an orange hue to be cast across the person in front of her as she struggled to focus her blue eyes and was finally able to make out her face. Kassandra. Flames behind her paid no heed to her life nor of the others; the fire consumed whatever it pleased. If it could burn, the fire violently crept its flames over it and burned it to charred loss. The fire took and had no pity or mind of what it burned. Too much blood, pooled around her leg where she had been severely wounded as she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Hall, she's in the hall," Or was she anymore? She couldn't process time, not with her inability to stay awake for longer than a few minutes (or was it a few hours?) she didn't know anymore.

　Anguish ripped through her body as she dropped her head back against her arm as her hands wouldn't stop trembling. Labor breathing pained her chest as she lay there with the one person she didn't expect to see out there.

#ofspvrta #[ caitlyn interactions ] — the answer is here ; staring me in the face . #[ caitlyn default verse ] — the rogue enforcer out for truth . #[ panda speaks ] — tracker . #thread: the academy explosion

[ac1nums-moved]

@famefckr, ellie nash sent to craig manning. ❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

it was inevitable. the two had been looking for each other for some time now. there was always an attraction between them. of tension. but he only blamed himself. especially when he didn't have the courage to open up to her as he had been able to do with the others. there was always something, someone to block them. but now that the two were in a dynamic of building something serious, without obstacles that could prevent them from becoming what they wanted.

craig was ready to give everything for ellie. even though he had a lot to work on, he was sure of one thing: he only wanted her. their little date near the beach was a start. trying to get to know her on a more deeper level. giving her a side of him she never saw in high school. it was a start. going to pick her up at the airport to tell her that he was finally ready to take the next step, as he should have said hours ago, it was a second one.

bringing her back to his apartment wasn't easy, especially when they couldn't take their hands off each other. a languorous kiss is what he gives her first as he pins her on the bed, eyes and mouth wide open at her confession, he couldn't help but peck at her neck sensually as he stares into her the eyes. " i'm all yours. i hope you know that this is just the beginning of a long and beautiful story. " even if there is going to have lot of lows and lot of highs, that is how they worked. soulmate finally finding one another in a world where everything was against them.

#famefckr #muse. / craig manning. #in character. / answered. #in character. / thread. #in character. / writing. #dyn. / ellie nash &. craig manning. / famefckr. #uwu / #them / #explosing my heart /

[riley-macnally]

location: tonopah's bike festival when: 9 months ago tag: @maevemacnally

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Riley had been as loud and hyper as ever today, the annual bike ride was something he always looked forward to. Though, this being said, the Irish man looked forward to any and all events, parties and gatherings. But this one was always special, something he could share with all his brothers, his family whether it was via blood or loyalty. As they set off, he stole a glance behind him as they were still riding slow, spotting his dad a few rows behind. A bright grin dimpled his cheeks as he settled into the ride, already thinking about afterwards, when he could finally go stuff his face and drink until he was on his back.

Fate, however, had other plans. With his eyes on the road ahead, Riley only heard the explosion at first. Blue eyes fall to his mirror, seeing nothing but blazing orange and black smoke. Losing control of his bike, he and the fellow bikers around him had ended up in something of a pile-up. Hitting the ground with a thud, he was quick to pull his leg from under his Harley and clamber up with a quiet groan. Disorientated, he didn't know what the fuck had happened, but whilst his blue eyes spoke nothing other than panic as he looked at the heart of the explosion, he still lingered. Stayed where he was just to help people back up onto their feet.

Looking for all his club, he was slowly making his way closer to the actual trauma of it. That's when his heart truly started to race - seeing people injured, bloodied, unconscious... Watching people trying to grab their babies and run off, it took no genius mind to know that whoever had been in close proximity to that explosion would not be getting back up. "Joel.. Joel," spotting the member, he grabs his shoulders, relieved to see he wasn't that badly injured. "I gotta find my folks," already backing away like there was no time to waste, it wasn't just his folks. He wanted eyes on his siblings too, the longer he went without seeing them all upright and safe, the more he felt like he couldn't quite take a breath in. Though, it had to be said that perhaps Riley was deflecting, just a little. A thought that was instantly pushed to the back of his mind - a thought that said 'your dad was back there', he wouldn't entertain it. No, there wasn't a chance, because his dad was tough as shit, the type of man to walk into a lava pit and come out unburned. At least, that's what he was telling himself just so his own feet could keep moving through the crowds.

#riley x maeve #;; thread x maeve #;; flashback #tw explosion #tw trauma

[leatherbookmark]

there was a post on i don't remember where at this point rddt about idols doing grossdisgusting things and it was all shit like "there was footage of X scratching his ass!", or "sooo many times X took a bite/sip of something and then Y drank/ate the rest", or "X's dog licked her mouth/licked into her mouth!", or such stuff, with everyone doing their best to convey just how disgusted they were, full on gagging and heaving, not to mention the charming "it just proves that even your faves are still men, and men will do the most disgusting shit without batting an eye, women aren't like that", and it's like oh boy, i've got bad news to you about the human condition

#PEOPLE... ARE NOT ALWAYS... TV SHOW SQUEAKY CLEAN... #idk maybe that thread was just a gathering of mysophobes and i wasn't aware but idols... live together in very small spaces #they're probably seen each other sick or puking they've Been There when one of them had explosive diarrhea #if you wanna put your shipping goggles on they probably even helped each other get off. what's a wee bit of spit between bros (gn) #(this is going to be hilarious when i post the fic) #like is it gross when someone takes a swig outta the bottle -> spits it back in -> someone else drinks it without knowing? YEAH #but theeeee level of disgust was almost performative. are you good my guys #shrimp thoughts #one person was like 'i work as a veterinarian and it TERRIFIES me how this one idol was basically making out with her dog!' #yeah so this might be difficult but i don't think she's the gross one here.

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @knightfeared ⌟ ―― Caitlyn & Jayce ► random starter = ❝ Jayce finds Caitlyn after Jinx bombs the Haas Hall Tower ❞

Black smoke whiffed through the air, shrouding out the stars and moon as she struggled to process the previous few seconds. The back of her head ached, hitting the cobblestone hard as she looked at the Haas Hall burning, and no way to stop it. Her ears were ringing painfully, blood slipping down the side of her ears as they were ruptured being so close to the explosion at face value. Blue hair, she remembered the fragmented image of braided blue hair and the sickening laughter from inside the hall. The sound echoed in her mind as she struggled to stay conscious though she kept slipping in and out of consciousness.

Blood pooled from her left temple down the side of her face, coated in the shimmering red of her life force. Shrapnel had cut up her uniform and the bottom of her dress was burned in black, along with her shoulder pads and the front of her uniform. Soot covered parts of her cheek and along her skin. Shrapnel was embedded in her left arm, blood coated her forearm all over her glove. Lifting her head, she tried to push up with her arms but they shook so much that she collapsed back down onto the ground. 'Get up Kiramman', she told herself in her mind but her voice sounded as distant as the sirens going off.

Ash floated down like snowfall, gray and black as it started to cover her body and the ground as she tried to focus her eyes on someone coming near her. If he was saying something, she couldn't hear him at first as her head fell forward and hit her lower arm, struggling to maintain her focus. The smell of burning flesh stung her nose; not realizing it was her shoulder and arm that had been burned so badly it would scar in the future. Her breathing was ragged and staggered, as blood slipped from the corner of her mouth as she tried to focus on the man again. "Help…need help," She gasp through a few coughs as she reached her hand forward to touch his leg.

The heat radiated off the stone of the ground; as if she stood in the fire of the burning building. The natural light of the flames caused an orange hue to be cast across the person in front of her as she struggled to focus her blue eyes and was finally able to make out his face. Jayce. Flames behind her paid no heed to her life nor of the others; the fire consumed whatever it pleased. If it could burn, the fire violently crept its flames over it and burned it to charred loss. The fire took and had no pity or mind of what it burned. Too much blood, pooled around her leg where she had been severely wounded as she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Hall, she's in the hall," Or was she anymore? She couldn't process time, not with her inability to stay awake for longer than a few minutes (or was it a few hours?) she didn't know anymore.

Anguish ripped through her body as she dropped her head back against her arm as her hand wouldn't stop trembling. Labor breathing pained her chest as she lay there with the one person she didn't expect to see out there.

#knightfeared #[muse] caitlyn — interactions. #[default verse] — welcome to piltover. #[panda speaks] — tracker. #thread: the heat of loss #tw: explosions #tw: blood

[jingleilau]

Terrorist V "Crazed Child"

@nore-lacroix

Jing lei had almost arrived at his destination when he heard snarling. He turned to see a younger woman, an Elysian he'd only met rather recently. And she was oh so childlike. But something was off about her at the moment. And he was not in the mood to be stopped.

"Nore. Back down, or I'll cut you down. This is your only warning."

#jingleilau #Power Stimulus Thread #Right before the explosion probably

[judassamara]

open // explosion cleanup

It was a hell of an explosion, that was for sure. Whoever had done it had gone all out, they’d give them that much. He didn’t get to see it first hand, locked up as per usual when it all went down. They did, however, get to see the aftermath of it. It was intense labour to clean up, which made it a perfect job for the team of prisoners. There was a lot going on, though, and Judas was taking every chance he could to not focus on their work. 

“Hey,” he called to a passerby. Despite the events of earlier, there were still lots of people around, whether they were looking at the now damaged Dumisani building or just going about their day. “Did you see what happened?” It probably had the covens in a tizzy, they would have loved to see that. Anything to make the lives of witches a little bit more difficult. 

#vievecorcitystarter #(z was gracious enough to give me a starter idea ) #》J.S. || THREADS #th: acceptable witch #th: explosion cleanup

[countlessrealities]

Discussed starter for @vastayan--vigilante - Powder & Scar

Two weeks.

Two weeks since the night her whole life had shattered into a thousand, sharp pieces. Two weeks since her sister, the only person she had left in her life, had cursed and abandoned her. Two weeks of roaming aimlessly in the streets of Zaun, trying to survive. Two weeks of too little food and too little sleep.

And then there were the voices. Loud and distorted and yet still so very painfully familiar. They haunted her, echoing inside her head, no matter how much she covered her ears, no matter how loud she screamed. They never shut up, just as the flashes of those figures, crooked and with monstrous masks painted on their faces. They were always there, at the corner of her eye, whispering from the recesses of her mind.

They drove her crazy. They were her only company. They were malicious, cruel, mocking. They were the only constant in her now collapsed world. They polluted her reality, but at the same time they were the only things that felt palpable.

She hated them, but she didn't know if she could have held on without them.

Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!

Powder hugged her knees a little tighter pressing her head between them. Both her clothes and her skin were covered in dirt, and there were several holes in her pants. The bruises she had gotten during her most recent fight over some scraps still ached, and so did her empty stomach. She had no idea of how long she could have gone on like that. And for what? The hope that Vi would change her mind and take her back?

The image of her sister as she had last seen her flashed in her mind. Her expression contorted in rage and sorrow. The words she had yelled. The sting when she had hit her.

With every day that passed without news of Vi, she felt more and more hopeless

Before she could spiral down deeper in those consuming thoughts, however, something else caught Powder's attention, bringing her attention back to her surroundings. The smell of something delicious, or at least edible. It was hard to tell when you were that hungry. Not that it really mattered.

Emboldened by the prospect of finally getting her hands actual food, the girl creeped towards the entrance of the dark alley she had been hiding in.

Once she had reached the edge, she peeked from behind the wall, her blue eyes quickly landing on a figure holding a paper bag. Whatever smelled that good had to be in there. The young man was much taller and his bat-like ears, together with his brooding expression, made him look threatening. Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have dared to approach such a menacing individual, but she had reached the point where starvation easily won over fear.

She quickly glanced around, spotting a small rock that she quickly picked up. Taking in a deep breath, she threw it towards the opposite side of the alley from where the stranger was, hoping to divert his attention, and then rushed out of her hiding spot.

She didn't dare to check if she had been spotted, and instead focused on reaching him as fast as she could, grabbing the bag without slowly down and trying to tear it out of his grip.

#[ threads :: Jinx ] #&& Scar #[ v. Just a girl with explosive dreams ; Powder verse :: Jinx ] #[ v. The life that could have been ; act 1 divergence :: Jinx ] #vastayanvigilante #[[ this took FOREVER sorry about that >.< ]] #[[ I hope it works !! ]] #[[ lmk if you need me to change something! ]] #[[ also this came out way longer than I meant for it to be x-x ]]

[picavecalyx]

  --i think that’s something i really enjoy about this rpc, i mean really any rpc, but this one especially. there’s always the possibility to explore different timelines of events, to explore how dynamics work, how they can be impacted in different ways. there’s always a way to bend a character or throw scenarios around and people will jump in to explore it. it makes the dash itself feel alive aside from like the ‘main’ threads. it’s extremely fun and for me it’s what makes tumblr roleplay so worth it. you get to have fun, you get to really just...enjoy it, and embrace the muses. i don’t know, maybe i’m rambling, but having a interactive experience is always what i strive for. 

#ooc ;; pterodolphin has no devil fruit #;; delete later ;; #like...especially as someone who write ocs. #it's exciting to see ocs take a prime role in things #it's fun. exciting. and feels like anything could happen #don't get me wrong. it can feel exhausting sometimes but for my brain it's often worth it for those explosive fun times of just #a stream of events. #an event. a PLOT. #it's really exciting!! #it makes me wanna do more 3 way threads. #i haven't done one in so long lmao #the last one i did was in op rpc like. #last year i think lmao

[hwitzr]

vulnerable to the lamp's fierce head of well-trimmed light, katsuki's footsteps echo alongside the quiet conversations from outside bars. it's a calm weekday evening where worse furies promenade with basking claws stay quiet, hidden. eyes flick and stare at the fathomed wreck to see if the night decendes forever down to drown. a woman laughs. he watches, rain-sleeked and blank faced as people plug their wounds with alcohol, loud chatter with wisps of cigarette smoke furling around their hands. like festering ghosts, moon-coloumned. ( an owl plunges to its tryst with a field-mouse in the sharp night / there are screeches until silence. ) it feels alien to watch, so he doesn't. the small shard of gun-metal stays heavy in his suit pocket.

it's not a long walk back to the offices from there, even if the laughter follows and whispers at his neck. even if he stands too long outside the doors, eyes glazed upwards to admire the slow and creeping interval of clouds. ( you left him to die. because they always do. ) the lifts ride is as quiet as the journey back to tokyo, all dead gray shadows, rheumy-eyed strangers gnarled like trees of machinery. katsuki only recognises one, the rest probably dead. he'd been away a week, afterall. that's plenty of time to get eaten and slaughtered. all hollowed out from both blood and marrow. a ding. he walks towards ms. makima's door, thoughts loosening their grip on his shoulders as they poise / crackly bleak and razor sharp. he knocks.

@guthalo

#thread: chainsaw man verse. #listen....... he gives me kishibe vibes but louder mghfj #with a dash of aki #i imagine he has a deal with the explosives devil becos i am unimaginative <3 #but yeah!! i do plan on writing out this verse properly so pls bare with this haphazard attempt #guthalo

[toonformers]

Is there a limit to the number of ppl in a group blog? If not, what if we all collectively make a multimuse TFA blog with ALL the characters in the show?

#transformers #transformers animated #i'm talking #everyone plays the muse they choose #we get these giant rp threads that are like scripts for tfa episodes #just an explosion of fandom

[jan-fiona-li-pona]

"jkr already has enough money" how about you Die.

#i know this has probably been said like so many times but seeing someone play it #because it's fun or whatever #really fucking irks me? #why are you playing this game . i dont fucking care if jkr didnt make a cent from it the game is disgustingly antisemitic #(not inspired by experiences that have just occured) #(yes it was) #and they basically just said No Its Not #urhuhgjfkdhkjdfh iron pipe threaded ends explosive or propellant