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wilbur: i am the villain. i literally want to blow everything up. murder.
me:
[Itās been a few nights since heās dreamed.
And itās been nearly a week since heās felt anything beyond himself.
And itās late enough that even the inn seems to have settled down for a while.
And heās been staring at the dark expanse above him where the ceiling is for hours.
Thereās a few sources of life above him, presumably birds or something on the roof, and theyāve hardly moved since he noticed them.
It feels like heās waiting.
He would be happy if he never felt another universe again⦠he should⦠and yet?
Itās the same kind of deep, uncomfortable anticipation as loading explosives onto a boat with the best friends heād had since he was deposited in another universe against his will.
He hates the comparison, and he canāt help but keep making it.
And he almost expects a knock at his door.
He knows it wonāt come. Not here. He hardly knows anyone here. Not in any meaningful amount, at least. Not enough for someone to seek him out at ass-oāclock in the morning.
Not entirely on accident⦠unfortunately or otherwise.
When he closes his eyes, he lets his limited magic drift off him, and he can see it around him like fog as his senses stop blurring together for the first time in months.
He can hear someone pacing, distantly.
Even, steady steps that he can imagine feeling through the floorboards.
He could probably see them pacing, some rooms over, if he bothered to look.
He finds sleep somewhere around fifty steps later.
And his dream is dark, and warm, and the only thing he remembers of it is the sound of an endless heartbeat, slow and disembodied and ever-present, and the gentle shake of the ground under his feet.
And he wakes feeling oddly comforted.]
@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill
DEATHāS SINKING HEADQUARTERS / THE TWENTY-THIRD OF MAY / @labellemadoneā
Scrambling to leave the unfolding chaos of their headquarters, those obnoxious, bright orange escape boats are in sight ā a few are missing, already launched, signs that members of Death are successful in their flee. Hunched over, clutching bleeding shoulder and heaving for breath, Sacha is forced to grit teeth and fucking run as best he can, his paired Virtue at his side to support him. But injured as they are, they make them both targets, easy pickings for opposing gangs to toy with as they infiltrate their boat. Leave it to that bitch from War that Jack Tanner failed to nab to fuck things up for Sacha; akin to a little yapping dog, she springs, at least aiming where it matters as she separates Vincent from his lifeline, snatching his precious bag of explosives and knocking a weakened Sacha to the ground in the struggle.Ā
You sure you want to do this? Vincent taunts, attempting to take back control; after all, how much firepower can a Angel with clipped wings really have? Despite his place on the ground, Sacha has weapon out, aimed at Evren as she faces his partner.Ā āDonāt let her fucking get away,ā Sacha seethes, not willing to lay helplessly on the deck of this sinking ship and watch Vincent lose all their most powerful explosives. A flash of a glance, their eyes meet, and an unspoken understanding passes between them. Sacha Tarasov would be fine on their own: they always are.Ā āGo,ā he says in strained voice, stern despite the struggle.
Half a minute of solitude passes, just enough time to groan senselessly and press down with shaking hands against open wound. Heās only just now thought to gather himself and attempt to regain composure, to hype himself up to try and stand before trouble comes fucking calling again, unwelcome gang members pouring into Deathās domain and coming face to face with Sacha. Head meets the wall of the outer corridor, heavy sigh escaping them as one of Famineās own storms towards him.Ā āJust fuck off now, save us both the trouble,ā he calls as she approaches, raising weapon in her direction, though even little movement like this aches.Ā āIāve got a gun and I promise Iām a way better shot than you.āĀ ThoughĀ isnāt the argument harder to believe when Sacha is the one bleeding out on the floor?Ā
PART II
There are some minor hitches in the night, but overall things are going a bit too good. It makes some question the time, and theyāre surprised when they glance down their watches to find it well past curfew. Mysteriously the absence of law enforcement starts to swell the senses filling some with guilt and others with an overabundance of suspicion. At first itās almost as if time freezes, like youāre trapped in one of the paintings on the wall. White noise has dissolved, but you can feel the quake under your feet.Ā The distorted mouths of the company around you, as the shift in environment explodes. Flames rain down like hellfire from the second floor, unable to shake the horrific silence you can see the rubble of foundation start to join with the fire.Ā
Fight or flight kicked in for the residents in the art museum. Some of them taking the artwork to save over their dead bodies, and some use this opportune moment to finally begin open hunting season on those that harvested their organs. There seems to be some mix up at the door of the entrance. One group helping people get out, and the other hindering. The ringing in your ear stops enough for you to hear the invisible gunfire that started to rock over the roar of flames.
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Duality: God AU Fic
Iām most likely gonna rewrite this but I need a distraction so here it is.Ā
Bonus points if you listen to Dear Theodosia while reading.
@unlawful-lawyers-chaos ā @countdown-til-sanders-take-over ā
Nygma I had Expectations for you
Nygma.
Honey.
Steel. Is mostly Iron.
Itās an Iron Alloy.
And Iron is FAR from the softest metal.
If the explosive could destroy iron, it can most likely destroy other things too.* Meaning that itās not a one specific use explosive. Maybe marketed as one. But not in actuality.
Another fact is that most explosives out there are probably already going to work on construction metals much stronger than iron, such as aforementioned steel, meaning they would work against iron as well. Getting a specific explosion shaped precisely and at the proper strength based on what material/explosive youāre working with is a much better way forward.
No one is going to make an explosive dedicated solely to blasting small diameter holes through 5cm thick plates of pure Iron.
SPEAKING OF WHICH
the plate nygma is holding iāve roughly estimated it and
Rounding Down All Estimates By A Fuckin Lot**
that plate is AT LEAST 5lbs of awkwardly shaped āironā
Iāve held shit like that before. He would absolutely not be swinging it around like that
*I actually went and looked up some things. Base steel, before hardening, is actually softer than pure iron based on the mohs scale. It is harder after working/whatever that particular alloy blend needs. Metals softer than iron include: bronze, brass, aluminum, lead, copper, gold, and silver. If this explosive worked on iron, it could work on all of those as well as non-finished steel. There are also other factors you could base it on, but that requires digging out my engineering textbooks which i do not want to do right now.
** i did all estimates based on the fact that my thumb joint is almost exactly 1ā³ or 2.5cm long***, and used nygmaās thumb joint as a similar measure, even though heās probably at least a foot taller than me and that would not be accurate
***i estimated the dimensions by eyeballing in inches while the plate is in perspective, then converted the dimensions to cm, calculated total mass w cm cubed and grams, then converted back to pounds. I understand what imperial units mean, but math is so much easier in metric
The Sides on the 4th of July
Logan keeps explaining the metals and compositions of each fireworks and how they work.
Remus and Virgil are total Pyros
Remus and Roman refuse to stop shooting roman candles at each other
Thomas is the one who lights them
Virgil wears noise cancelling headphones during the fireworks
Patton loves the ones that shoot out little parachute men
Thomas likes the sprinklers
Virgil prefers sparklers
Roman likes the BIG ones in the sky
Logan can spend hours playing with smoke bombs
Remus likes Snakes (especially those set up to look like the "snake" it poop, because he is five)
Deciet loves firecrackers
Thomas keeps having to keep Remus from putting things in his mouth (especially firecrackers)
Deciet has a little lawnchair to watch them all go off
Patton likes to be SUPER CLOSE to the fireworks and Thomas has to keep pushing him back
Remus sometimes needs to be pushed from like 2 feet from the blast zone
Logan reads the boxes of every forework to see what makes what reaction
Virgil gets really antsy too close to the explosions, so he, Logan, and Roman sit a bit away
Patton always falls asleep before it's over
Deciet and Patton do the barbeque
Mostly Deciet because if not nobody would eat (Patton gets distracted)
Remus ate an ENTIRE BOX of Bang Snaps, saw dust and all
Thomas always suggests s'mores after dark