#tw: explosions

[masterwords]

like a moth to a flame (hotch + some explosions)

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #david rossi #spencer reid #jason gideon #tw: explosions #criminal minds #screencaps

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday 💣🚒💥

Tagged by @wikiangela & @theotherbuckley. Thank you!!

Coming at you with some ladder truck bombing from Rival Firefighters 🚒 . I have no idea if what I’m writing is working and flowing properly, but I’m writing? 😅

Prev snippet here (feel like it’s been forever since I shared something from my beloved au .. but the Eddie breakdown fic happened and kind of took all my writing beans haha)

By the time the police figured out a serial bomber Athena had been chasing’s final target was one Robert Nash, their Robert Nash, it was too late.

Dispatch had just gotten in touch with them, stating Bobby was trying to reach them and that it was important, when suddenly an explosion blew the ladder truck behind them onto it’s side. Stover slammed on the brakes of the fire engine, the vechile jerking to a halt as Eddie and the others watched in horror as flames engulfed the undercarriage of the ladder truck as it skidded to a stop.

They sat frozen in shock, their minds trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed. It wasn’t the first explosion Eddie had seen, hell he’d been in one, but the fear that gripped him as he remembered Buck had been riding in the cabin was almost suffocating.

Eddie climbed out of the engine, his body feeling like it was moving through molasses, as if the world had switch into slow motion. He opened his mouth to call for Buck, but the name got lodged in his throat, like it was afraid it’s call would not be answered.

He willed his body forward, needing to get closer to the wreckage, needing to find Buck.

Buck.

His best friend had given him an exuberant child like smile as he’d climbed into the cabin of the ladder truck when the alarm sounded, excited that he was riding shotgun. Eddie had made a joke about Buck keeping his head in the window like a good boy, Buck responding with his middle finger.

Eddie doesn’t want that to be the last memory he has of him. He doesn’t want a last memory, period.

Determined to pull Buck away from the pearly gates themselves if need be (he can’t imagine someone as good as Buck going anywhere else), Eddie grabs a medical bag and moves towards the overturned truck, each footstep feeling heavier than the last as his eyes search the wreckage for any sign of his partner.

Eddie could see four bodies spread around the wreckage, the firefighters having been thrown from the truck during the explosion. Three were a few metres from the truck and one was right by the busted cabin, and appeared to be pinned. As Eddie drew closer, he got a sinking feeling that the firefighter who was pinned was Buck, but before he was close enough to confirm it, Chim and Hen were pulling him back and away from where he needed to be. Couldn’t they see Buck needed his help? That their team needed their help?

��Let me go!”

He fought against their hold, throwing his weight forward as he tried to dislodge them, their hands feeling like heavy metal chains around him.

“Eddie! We can’t go out there!”

Hen’s voice carries a panicked urgency to it but Eddie’s mind is too focused on Buck, a constant loop of get to Buck, get to Buck, get to Buck playing over and over, for him to even register that Hen didn’t usually panic unless the situation was bad.

“We can’t- what are you talking about? Buck needs us!”

He redoubles his efforts, struggling against the arm wrapped around his chest.

“Do you not see the kid with the bomb strapped to his chest?!” Chim shouts, his voice right by Eddie’s ear.

Wait, what?

No pressure tagging: @wildlife4life @diazsdimples @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @hoodie-buck @mellaithwen @bekkachaos @captain-hen @puppyboybuckley @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @homerforsure @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @fiona-fififi @fortheloveofbuddie @devirnis @donationwayne @disasterbuckdiaz @shortsighted-owl @shitouttabuck @athenagranted @steadfastsaturnsrings @thewolvesof1998 @the-likesofus @try-set-me-on-fire @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz and all others who want to share something 🥰❤️

#fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #daffi writes #buddie wip #buddie #tw: explosions #<- putting it there to be safe #not really feeling the writing beans for my beloved au #but I want to make a dent in this chapter.. not matter how small #gahhhh I’m so close to chapter six being finished #I just need to finish the ladder truck part and she’s done #and then it’s on to chapter seven!

[scottxlogan]

James Marsden as Scott Summers/Cyclops in the Fox X-Men Movies (Part 1: X-Men 2000 Scott’s first appearance.)

#James Marsden #Cyclops #halle berry #Storm #Ororo Munroe #x-men #victor creed #tyler mane #anna paquin #rogue #Hugh Jackman #Wolverine #James Howlett #logan #scogan #tw: explosions #fire #xmenedit #fyeahmovies #fyeahmarvel #marveldaily #cinemapix #moviegifs #filmgifs #cinemaandtv

[walkitoffrogers]

muse: Steve Rogers (MCU/616 mashup) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: 51st Street subway station in NYC, any Earth/dimension; 2.5 years post-snap (MCU timeline); immediately after the events of Castaway in Dimension Z (616 timeline) open to: other Marvel/comics muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever! triggers: death/child death, self-harm, severe injury/blood, brainwashing, explosions, abduction

Eleven years. It had been hard to keep track of the time in Zola's dimension, where even the sun and stars didn't move in any predictable pattern, but he'd been able to guess at the number watching his son grow up. In truth, he had no idea who Ian shared his genetics with. He didn't want to hazard a guess at where or how Zola had procured an infant in a test tube, but regardless of the biology, Ian was his kid. He'd raised him, fought for him, told him stories of the Avengers to help him fall asleep, taught him how to use the shield, how to use his gifts to protect. He knew Zola had been trying to recreate the super soldier serum, and to some extent it must have worked. Ian was stronger and faster than the average human, but he was good too, not a trace of Zola in him.

And now he was gone. Ian. Sharon. Jet. The portal back to Dimension Z destroyed when the subway tunnel collapsed behind him. Steve didn't know how he was cursed to be the last man standing every time. The one who threw himself on grenades and punched Nazis and arm-wrestled Titans, and he was still here, against all odds, even when he would have preferred to lay down his life for the ones he loved. It was harder, Steve knew, to be the one who carried on. Before Z, it had been Thanos, half the universe snapped away in an instant. God, it felt like a lifetime ago. He didn't know, yet, that time moved differently in Dimension Z, and only minutes had passed in his world, leaving him a man out of time, once again.

Assuming he didn't bleed out on this dirty floor. He'd stumbled off the inter-dimensional elevator, tucked away inside a subway station, and that was far as he got before he slumped to the ground, back to the concrete wall, defeat heavy on his shoulders. The stab wound in his abdomen was self-inflicted and still trickling blood where he'd tried to carve out whatever Zola had infected him with--his own consciousness, it felt like. He'd had that fucker's voice in his head for a decade, but it was quiet now.

He might have drifted, but the sound of footsteps snapped his head up. On your feet, soldier. Can't just sit here and wait to die. You listen close, Steven. You always stand up. He pressed a hand over the wound, not quite stifling a groan as he hauled himself to his feet. Steve's pain tolerance would put most people on their knees, but goddamn, that hurt. "Hello?" he called. The shield still hung on his arm, battered and scratched from a decade in hell, much like Steve himself. He wasn't even positive the elevator had brought him back to his own dimension following the explosions, but the sign on the wall still said 51st street, so that was something.

#indie starter #mcu rp #indie mcu rp #marvel rp #indie marvel rp #open starter #spoilers #castaway in dimension z #tw: death #tw: child death #tw: severe injury #tw: blood #tw: brainwashing #tw: explosions #tw: abduction #tw: self-harm #verse: castaway

[anon911andbuddie]

Won't Hold It Against You (SEAL/LAPD Buck Part 3, probably final)

Content Warning: violence, protests, riots, minor injuries, injuries of others, blood, gun violence, explosions, bombing, accidentally outed.

Asked on my writing page to do a story and it led to finishing this sequel I started a while back. But I haven't been on my comp so this is unedited unbeta read. - Scarlet 📕

Athena has the day off and Buck is stuck manning the cruiser alone. He's been back in action for a few weeks and Athena had told him not to do anything stupid when she wasn't there to save his ass. And he had promised to try but no guarantees. Unfortunately, the city has other plans. An unofficial protest has turned into an unofficial riot. And a call for all units couldn't be ignored. 

Buck isn't unfamiliar with chaotic surroundings. He did several tours of duty even before the SEALs. But he hasn't had to deal with a situation like this in a long time, if at all. 

Shit goes sideways when a few protestors throw bottles at the riot team. At first no one in the line reacts, and Buck isn't sure who started it or who broke first but mace is involved and it's like being at war again. He tries to not make it worse and to do his job of protecting people. And it's almost too easy to get back into managing the chaotic scene for him and he has to be cognizant that he is not at war. These are civilians. He can't forget that. Only when it's over and one of his fellow officers looks at him with absolute shock does he realize the toll the event had on his body.

"What?" Buck asks, because the adrenaline still in his system has him failing to notice anything wrong.

"You're bleeding," he tells him.

"I am?" He checks his reflection in the mirror of a nearby cruiser and not only does he have a split lip but a nasty cut on his temple. "I am. Sarge is going to be pissed." He goes to find a medic. And he gets patched up. The mess and paperwork keeps him busy long into the night. He is just leaving the station when his phone rings. He checks the ID and shakes his head. 

"Hey Sarge," he answers. 

"What's this I hear about you getting injured again?" 

"Just a few scratches to clean up and butterfly strips."

"Tell that to your boy," she says.

"My what?" Buck asks. 

"Nevermind," she says. "But good job today."

"Thanks, Sarge."

He had been at his apartment less than 20 minutes when there was a knock on his door. He wasn't that surprised when he checked the peephole. 

He opens the door. 

"What the hell happened?" 

"Thena call you?"

"Something like that," Eddie says. 

"Right," Buck steps back and lets his friend in. 

"You didn't answer my question," Eddie says as he follows his friend into the apartment. Buck gestures to the TV as he unceremoniously drops down on the sofa. 

"Protest turned into a shit show." 

"I can see that," Eddie says as he looks back from the TV toward Buck. 

"Felt like the old days," Buck states.

"I hear you," Eddie nods, "absolutely FUBAR." And he means it, because he gets it. He's felt it but Eddie isn't the one facing projectiles and riots any more. "You at least get those looked at, didn't just manage on your own, right?" He gestures to Buck's face. 

Buck huffs a laugh. 

"Honestly didn't even feel 'em," Buck says. "But yeah, medic cleaned 'em up, said nothing seemed broken." 

Eddie seemed skeptical. 

Buck chuckled. "See for yourself, Medic."

He was mostly joking but Eddie didn't seem in a joking mood, so Buck didn't say anything when Eddie moved to check him over. And that had something inside Buck shifting. It was nice to have someone that actually cared outside of the job. It was something he hadn't had for a long time. He tries not to lean in every time Eddie's fingers touch his face. The way Eddie carefully turns his face into the light. The way the former medic gently presses to check for breaks. Buck barely winces because he is focused on the other feelings. Wow, Buck hadn't realized how ridiculously touch starved he was. And if Eddie picks up on that, he's good at hiding it. Because Eddie is in medic mode and very focused on that. 

"A bit sloppy but they weren't wrong," Eddie finally states. "Got a first aid kit?"

"Bathroom cupboard," He tells the medic.  "I was far from their first patient of the night, riots tend to keep 'em busy," Buck shrugs. "You're lucky you guys weren't called in."

"Probably," Eddie says when he returns with the kit. He looks through it. "Better stocked than I expected."

"I learned my fair share," Buck insists as Eddie gloves up.

"Before or after you got stabbed?" Eddie asks as he starts to remove the shotty crooked butterfly strips. 

"Depends which time you're talking about?"

"Why am I not surprised you've been stabbed more that once," Eddie shakes his head but keeps his eyes in what he's doing. 

"Ha, you've got a silver star from getting shot down and on your first day with LAFD an ambulance blew up. Don't act like I'm the only trouble chaser here."

"Fair point," Eddie grins. "But everyone lived."

"That's the goal," Buck says. It's quiet as Eddie finishes cleaning Buck up. 

"There," Eddie says as he sets the kit aside and takes off the gloves. "Hopefully, it won't scar."

"I don't know a gnarly scar might make perps think twice about trying to pull one over on me."

"If your biceps don't already, then nothing will," Eddie says. 

"You think so?" Buck flexes. He is focused on his own arm and misses the way Eddie stares at the way Buck's T-shirt stretches over the muscles. 

And Eddie has to remind himself he was asked a question. 

Eddie laughs. Not sure if it is at himself for getting himself into this situation, or at Buck genuinely seeming to not know the vibe he gives off. He's ex-special forces and built like a Greek god. "You don't need scars to seem intimidating, you're what? 6'2" and built like a tank, so yeah, no worries on that front."

"You think I'm intimidating?" Buck asks. And it gives Eddie pause. What was that tone? Buck couldn't be that unsure of himself, right? He's a cocky sailor that always seems to get into it. 

"I mean," and Eddie stops again because what does he mean? He thinks Buck's a gorgeous blue-eyed sculpted piece of perfection. But he isn't about to admit that out loud. They're friends. Good friends, but just friends. "You can be when you want to be, especially in uniform, but that's part of the job. So you can handle what needs to be done, like today. Even as a rookie you still have more experience with a crowd of potential hostiles like that then most of the force."

"Not sure about that, that's your guy's territory. Navy was-"

"But you knew what to do. You still get in the thick of it. You've seen how it goes. A war zone is a war zone. And SEALs are boots on the ground forces. They worked special ops, counter-terrorism, recon, DA and UW. That's Rangers level stuff and you know it. You really going to tell me you didn't-"

"Okay, okay," Buck stops him. "You're right."

"I don't want to be right," Eddie admits as he sits on the other end of the sofa. "Because I know how crappy it feels to be out of it but feel like you never left. It's easy but at the same time, it's not. It's different, but still somehow the same. New city, old games." 

Buck sighs. It was nice to have someone around that did actually get it. 

"At least it isn't every day," Buck admits. 

"True," Eddie agrees. 

Eddie isn't sure how it happened. All he knows is that his parents had just gone back to El Paso after being up for Chris's birthday. And now Chris was at a sleepover. And his frayed last nerve was damn near shot. He felt like he was losing it. And that must have shown through in his texts because before he knows it Buck is at that door. And as on edge as Eddie might be, the concerned look in his blue eyes has the firefighter’s heart racing. 

“Figured it was too quiet with the kid gone,” Buck states. And Eddie lets out a breathless laugh. Because he is right. Almost always is. The stupid special forces jerk was too observant. It made it harder for Eddie to keep his feelings locked down. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. But he just keeps thinking about the easy way Buck has charmed Eddie's parents. They took a shine to the former SEAL almost as much as Christopher had. Hence he had been enlisted to not only attend but help plan the party. And damn it. That had made Eddie feel things. Like really feel. 

A few beers later and Eddie brain was not as controlled as he'd have liked. The ideas floating around in there were dangerous. Hot, but dangerous. 

Somehow Eddie had ended up talking about Shannon and their messed up relationship when Eddie learned something that he had not known. Buck was bi. Buck had brought a short fling with a civilian between tours and Eddie's pretty sure his brain rebooted because he took embarrassingly long to process that fact. The worried look Buck shot him confirmed it. Eddie was an idiot. The last thing he wanted was Buck thinking he was some homophobic jerk. Eddie was literally the opposite. He hadn't had a serious relationship other than Shannon, but he'd had a few flings and one night stands, and not all had been women. And damn, knowing Buck was into guys. Yeah, that was now in Eddie's head and gave him real risky thoughts.

And Eddie would blame it on the booze of anyone asks but it was more the tensed shoulders and sad look on Buck’s face that had Eddie reaching forward as he shifted closer. He grips Buck by the neck and hauls him into a kiss. And Eddie worried for a half second he screwed up because Buck had gone rigid. But then Buck is damn near in his lap and giving as good as he got. They end up making out like teenagers. 

They decide to keep their new relationship a secret for a while. Buck is still a rookie and doesn't need the attention or ire from the more conservative members of the force. And Eddie is okay with that. They both served during ‘Dont ask, don't tell’ and that can really mess with your self perception. Eddie was lucky, the 118 was more like a family than a team. And yeah, Buck had Athena’s support in damn near anything he does, but that was one person on the force and Buck was younger than Eddie. And relatively fresh out of the service. So he would take it at whatever pace Buck was comfortable with. The only person they tell is Christopher and he understands it's a secret for now. He doesn't get why it has to be, but he is happy for his dad so he doesn't want to ruin it. And Christopher was thrilled to have Buck around. And Eddie couldn't believe his luck at how much Buck seemed to love Christopher. Eddie nearly cried the first time he walked in after grabbing drinks for everyone and came back to find Chris snuggled into Buck’s side and the officer was smiling down at the boy like he was his whole damn world. And dammit, Eddie knew there was no coming back from this at that moment. Buck was in his heart and Christopher’s too. 

Eddie's heart was in his throat when they had gotten a call for assistance from the LAPD. They had gotten notified shots were fired and at least one officer down. The team was oddly quiet as they approached. Eddie’s stomach turns as they get closer and he hasn't got a reply to the texts he had sent Buck. Bobby was just as tense. Especially after the recent riot. 

“The scene is still active,” Bobby states. “So be extra cautious.” 

They get out of the truck quickly but they don't go far. They stick back behind the barricade of cruisers. 

“Good, you're here,” a familiar voice says, and Bobby visibly relaxes just a bit. But Athena's tone had dread pooling in Eddie's stomach. If Athena was here that meant Buck was. When her eyes meet the former medic’s eyes she can see the question he hasn't even asked. 

“He's fine,” she tells him, “for now.” The exasperated fondness is oddly sweet in her voice. And Eddie feels the knot in his stomach ease slightly. 

“Then why-” Chim starts to ask but she just looks back at Eddie. 

“Because your boy is going to do something really stupid at this rate.” 

And Eddie doesn't deny or argue. He nods. “Where is he?” 

But before he can do anything, shots ring out and Eddie reacts on instinct. He shields Hen and Chimney as they rush behind the truck for cover. A familiar voice comes over Athena's radio and it's like a vice is gripping Eddie Diaz’s heart. He goes to get a look around the truck at the scene. 

“Fall back! Find cover!” Buck’s voice calls over the device. He calls a code that has everyone on alert. “Suspect-” 

There is an explosion that has everyone's ears ringing and Eddie shakes his head. And then the ringing is mixed with shouting. A call for back up and assistance goes out on both PD and FD radios. Athena is calling out for her officers to check in. But Eddie knows that time is not on their side. Bobby must too because he starts giving orders. And as much as Eddie wants to go find Buck, he has a job to do and needs to prioritize. Buck would be furious if Eddie didn't put his job and the injured first. So Eddie focuses on his job. Focuses on triage. It feels like hours before Eddie can actually look for Buck. And when Eddie sees his overly heroic boyfriend knelt beside a civilian bystander that was with a paramedic. 

And Eddie can't stop himself. “Buck!” he shouts. And Buck head snaps to look at him as he stands up. And Eddie has such an intense mix of emotions he feels dizzy. He picks up the pace as Buck stands up and starts towards him. And Eddie doesn't miss the slight limp in the officer’s step, but Buck is up and walking. The army medic had already helped triage and stabilize a few officers that weren't so lucky. 

Before Buck can say anything Eddie hugs him. 

“I'm okay, Eds,” Buck tells him but he knows Eddie probably has his doubts. Eddie has already had to patch him up too many times. Eddie is always worried. He knew Buck was good at his job. He knew Buck was well trained, even by LAPD standards. He knew Buck knew more first aid than most of the officers out there. But he also knew Buck will always put other people first. Civilians and his team will always be his priorities. And at times like this, that terrifies Eddie. But he wouldn't change that if he could. Would his blood pressure be better off? Absolutely. But it's part of what makes Buck, Buck. And as nerve racking as it is, he wouldn't change Buck for anything. He was mad about that valiant blonde officer. 

“How close were you to it?” Eddie pulls back enough to get a good look at Buck. Buck looks exhausted, he's covered in dirt, sweat and blood. 

“It's not mine,” Buck is quick to say at the wide eyed look on Eddie's face. “Mostly not mine. A few scratches maybe, but nothing major.”

Eddie nods but keeps looking over every inch of Buck he can see. 

“I had cover. I was lucky. I saw the detonator and had just enough time to call for everyone to fall back.”

“And your leg?” Eddie asks.

“Twisted it in the chaos after,” Buck tells him. “Trying to help clear bystanders. You can take a look at home.” And that little slip makes Eddie grin. 

“You might actually be the death of me,” Eddie mutters and Buck laughs.

“Says the guy that runs into burning buildings regularly,” Buck counters.

“At least I do it with my SCBA and turnout gear on,” Eddie states. 

“That's fair,” Buck says with a grin. “But got to meet a hot firefighter.” And Eddie wants to kiss that stupidly perfect face.

“You are ridiculous,” Eddie shakes his head.

“You love me,” Buck says.

And Eddie is absolutely caught up in the moment. He is happy. He feels ridiculously in love. So, he smiles and nods. “I do, yeah, I really do.” 

And that catches Buck off guard. “Wait, really?” 

And Eddie just shrugs because what else can he do? He's not going to backpedal. Life is too damn short and they both have dangerous jobs.

“Eddie…” Buck starts but before Eddie says anything, Buck kisses him. And the wolf whistle and cheers that earns them has them both pulling away. Buck’s cheeks are bright with a blush and Eddie finds the edge of his medical bag very interesting. Buck doesn't jump when a hand claps his shoulder. But he does avoid direct eye contact. 

“Congrats boys,” Athena says. “But maybe save it for home. Still a lot of work to do.”

Eddie grins as he opens the door to let Buck in.

“I love you too,” Buck is quick to say. “Didn't exactly get a chance to say it earlier.”

Eddie laughs because he had a pretty good feeling earlier that he and Buck were on the same page, considering Buck inadvertently outed both of them and their relationship in one single movement. But honestly, Eddie didn't mind, he had started it with the hug. Sure, his team might not let him live it down, but they were happy for him. They were supportive. And he hadn't expected anything else. 

“Didn't get in trouble for that little outburst, did you?” Eddie asks as they head into the kitchen. 

“Got a lecture on professionalism and PDA, especially when in uniform, but that was about it,” Buck says. And Eddie laughs as he hands him a beer. Buck smiles at the sound because he adores that sound. It's like music to his ears. 

#tw: violence #tw: riots #tw: protest #tw: gun violence #tw: guns #tw: explosions #tw: bombing #tw: accidentally outed #tw: blood #tw: minor injury #tw: injury #by scarlet

[rosey100]

Just thought I'd draw some roses 💐

Some Rose inspired by @kazzykatt 's aus

Wanted

Brair

23

����💣🐈‍⬛🌒

I closely based on Loona from Helluva Boss and Batgirl/Barbara but with a black market father who sold her and her parakeet for "a check up" and has never been adopted once growing up. By the time she runs away at 17, Bair survives whatever is needed to steal, sells scams, everything for money to even get some fries or a small place to stay till she makeshift a shed from an abandoned train. She adapted skills and knowledge to make it where if it were making distractions or trying not to get caught by anybody, whether they were a dog fighter or police she can a brothel paunch the light bulbs out of them easy and also has some special effects from the check up let just say no one can't make this up but nobody will believe it.

Her personality is mostly cold, and she can be a bit stubborn and harsh, but she is understanding, bold, outgoing, convincent, and sociable. She is a very smart (street smart) and calculated too. Brair mainly cut off, showing her emotions or physical even her weakness in life are off limits and her feelings are merely closed off to everyone who meets her but she might well threatening people if they give off her the wrong way.

Can things get more crazy for her life(the answer is yes) on her regular " business" routes to a factory to give someone "a simple pack", but things got too fresh with that and she had to go in the place to get the money she was going for leaving the client outside while going in with his lab coat. Managin to get caught by fixing her looks and going through the vents to get to the locker. After getting the money, she stumbled into an explosive sound of glass breaking and birds chirping? Not wanting to be nosey she kept walking towards the exit and go home but curiosity had other plans, peeping in the lab she started to see two dudes trashed the whole room beyond prepare and Brair was mostly known the situation too well on why. The site of motion of the two men usually motive that she heard about and her knowledge of the is entire area suspected of starting animal testing for their products it was no surprise why two people wanted for their crimes to come in the factory to make damage and let out some animals that were almost ready to be tested on. As fate had it she was caught by the two men and she didn't have any cover up leaving her expose to a whole, got even more worse when someone caught all of them ran out to call cops but got " knocked out ".Let's just say no one knew what to do except run the fu#k out of there as fast as possible (but now without a few animals or more), and before that, a security guard came in front of her asking why she was doing in the factory hall realized she had no disguise she was about to going to the head office while the bros were almost free til the guard grab her wrist, turned around and saw them mid of escape. When he was about to alert the cops, the guy lost consciousness as Brair's teeth slowly vemon enough to tranquilize him, as all three of them ran out while throw another ball of dynamic on the roof for a distraction.

Apocalipsis

Rosa

18 ?

🦴🧫⚔️🐦‍🔥

She is the first child who came to the chew somehow at 3 y/o alive of terror and chaos. The group was not in the most likely position to even be able to look after themselves, let alone an three year old nearly covered in bl00d that is not her own( Mero almost thought of dangled her off the roof but decided to not go with it calling her Edge for awhile before changing her name 🫣) but kept her knowing the Threats outside the Tortuga so far she was kept in a room for safety measures. Rosa may have been grateful for the hospitality spake that she would leave if she had anywhere to go anyway, and that when everyone else knew things definitely changed.

Life may not be sunshine and rainbows, but she can picture a good glimpse of the life that could be. Some may think she is a defenseless wallflower jokes on them she's a beast and a wild and dangerous one at moments of disaster comes at the door, one time in particular when she was playing with some rocks and a hyena came in the room seamlessly fear wasn't coming into mind was is gruesome, by the time Mero come in to see a red splatter room and a little girl holding out a detach head in front of them bl00d covered mouth.. chewing whatever face it had (no amount was wasted that day).

Ro is pretty smart and observative even at a young age but mostly less humanly emotionally than the chew suspected that she would be growing up, though it could be the isolation and the small notion of the chew (besides Collin)tolerance of just keeping her alive. Maybe she's a small bit they had to deal with or was a bitter reminder of the past either way she knows all too well about faces, meaning that knowledge every single feature is clear to her without even a word and she can prevent any attacks from any animal even without falls through it took a lot of practice and scratches.

Xverse

Aose

20

👩🏽‍🎨⛓️‍💥🪆🪢

She was a new art school sophomore student who was bubbly, full of ambition ( I got inspired by Harley Quinn and characters like her)and who mightily have known she'd been followed by who came in her dorm that night. She had calls last at night, random creepy notes on her desk, dead flower buds at her door, and by then, it had gotten worse as she'd grown a bit more paranoid before the day happened

She has burd and badly missing memories about the night she was kidnapped. She's kind of has half of memories of her fighting off someone to the ground, but something hit her head, and nowadays, it was just a rain cloud painting, a broken bottle, and yellow eyes? Her mind is still in a blur due to that night and nothing else. In one incident, a test was performed in where she was injected with something, and she was in room full with endless supplies of medications. She was more concerned with what the results of the injection than whatever medicinal effects it could cause. It didn't really help when her body (she was unconscious) laying on the floor shaking when she came to half of her facial and physical form was unrecognizable and that,she looked down at her hands now in chains and hread a voice say "it was for her own good". Enraged with everything that happened, she started at whaling and screaming in on the top of her lungs. Asking what happened to deserve this? She started hitting the walls even if her hands were blooded, but they didn't, then someone came in-and-in a fit of rage. Sheet, you didn't know what happened. But for everyone else, all they saw was the dead body. At least her hands were somewhat free, but her mental state cracked, and since then, she always had a smile on her face.

The effects of the medicines mix in her did much more to a physical form, but a somewhat form, she started to become more aggressive and feisty when five stronger people have to force her to the task room, become more faster on her own two feet even if she ran on broken glass or lava, annihilated a whole steel table in minutes using one hand and her hearing is Is almost third percent of naturally hearing in a more normal human way and because of the incident she grew more tolerant any pain since.

Trottamundoss

Rosita

25?

🪷🎀❤️‍🔥🩰

For what I can say about her: she's mixed with Pinkie pie's personality, golden retriever vides, and a dash of calm blanket of 60's flower power in a large bowl and I throw it in a garden bed ( but sprinkling some thorns in the mix so) and the rest is sun baked for a while. Mostly sweet, bubbly, fun-loving, graceful, cheerful, and smiling girl with a heart of gold 💛

What I think she likes is that it's basically enjoying sunny days, music, friendly company, walks in parks, blowing bubbles, playing with the critters, dancing in the field, etc. ( Gosh, bless her, I made a fu#king deer). I also think that since she likes a big pile of wholesome, Rosita is very good at 🥁 air flying (yes believe it) where she can find a high place dropped herself off and she can just float in the air kinda like a dandelion but without the process of dying just float for long time till she finds a place to lands on

Defenseless as she is for a lot of would take their chances for the kill, but don't think she's knows her opponents will do, that why this little ray of sunshine can burn you when she exposes her bristles that gives a temporarily painful experience for anyone who came to harm her or anyone who seems to be in danger. There's something else she can bo where if she's surrounded , she could spin round liking one of those ballet moves and could just throw up thorns from all of her hair and body and we strike people down like a russian ballet dan throw loose throwing stars at the same time dancing, Also turns into a pack of flowers. FYI

Space

Rosaclipse

12

🪐🌠🩷🤓

Something happened... something weird happened the day she was born, a long solar eclipse happened and let just say no one survived except her a small, crying, defenseless slime baby who was just hungry and had no idea what happened(or at least that what was said), No one know what happened, whether it was a monster that came in or at a sessionation assassination or anything if for some reason, they left her alone and alive for what . Basically, with bodies who they might believe were her parents. But no one knows since no one couldn't tell since everything was covering like some weird acid. But did not come from her as a baby.. Luckily, she would be in good hands after a long time looking for a good home and have no knowledge of her past, but figured that good for her.

She has been a working experience for almost anyone who's currently knows her, at most shy, fearful, very docile, but is smart,kindhearted, and free spirit. It was between trust and people in general for her. Basically, just being nervous about strangers and having to talk about her to caretakers was hard before she warmed up to them, but that aside is just a sweet, loving star hiding behind the clouds. Ro is also really smart, like her IQ sore would be higher for even university professors to quit and let her take their jobs saying fu#k it.

Ro could do more than just floating all over the place, and being a smart cookie, she actually runs super fast though not much light speed fast but it's hardly anything can catch her so that good right. Also she gives off electricity her can subtract thousands of debris and other times where if you shake her a bit she glow 100% natural light from her own body just like that nobody knew till they found her upside down on the floor just shining bright 🌟. She has been doing well at teleconesis she a little shy about showing that, but she is good at it

Wild school

Rosalie

21

🐺🎆🕵🏽‍♀️🏍

She's Jade from Victorious, but softer and "secretly" a sweet pea holding a "Don't try me B!cth til I have my coffee " coffee mug with a small breeze of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (but not in the whole stockholm syndrome thing ) so she can be a bookworm as well.

It is no surprise that her background is a mystery. Besides, she was just transferred to the principal's understandings, but there are times when rumors may progress in the mix is almost a theory, and Ro could never care less than a ferrell cat in the middle of fu*king traffic😑. Besides, it's not like she's there for "something else" or something magical, just some good ol' learning is all

Rosalie isn't really social, it can be on for mostly any type of gathering or parties, that she would be forced to go to but as long as you don't underestimate her or judge her for anything( She checked a whole gallop mix of Spite and cocktail mix while filling knives for darts all in the center at the same time for being call a whimp of a female and no one can't say sh!t to her without being out did 🎯 no joke ) you think on the top of your head. Her own willpower can be quite terrifying, especially when her really knows what the situation she could be in, whether it's deadly round house kick a door down closed by some bratty girls or kicking some jeck's ego down on a flirting attempt while Tempting her for a few drinks plus she can read body language real good and surprisingly excellent fighting skills.

#wild kratts oc #digital art #drawing #wanted au #apocalipsis au #xverse au #trottamundoss au #space au #wild school au #if y'all don't get why i named wanted one is inspired by sleeping beauty princess Briar rose #star wars reference #forgive me im not a super fan #i've seen mandalorian and half of clone but that it #please don't mind the little flaws in the picture #tw: drinking #tw: gruesome digitals #tw: explosions #tw: blood #tw: scars #tw: cursing #tw: alcohol

[minty-sweet-art]

Warning: explosion, loud sounds

Me anytime their a Kaufmo mention /positive

This is a reference to my last reblog tags.

I am happily shaking with joy until I explode.

(Oh yeah my character has little paws like hands now. Only four fingers lol she had no pinky)

#MintySweetArt #•_• stare #MintySillyArt #explodes cutely #tw: explosions #Tw: loud sound #kaufmo #Tadc #im just being silly don’t mind me #The Plushy #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #TADC oc #I was the anon hahahahahahah

[toxic-potions-productions]

The explosion (Zakiko & Yuzuki's reactions) (Demon slayer) (MASSIVE manga spoilers!!!)

Since Ado is Zakiko's Japanese voice, I can only imagine my girl going off on this one She's already a good screamer from her songs, I'm sure she would kill it with voice acting Zakiko, especially on this panel On the 8th panel, read from right to left

All of the text is 100% Zakiko talking

Is it sacrilegious of me to take a panel from the official manga cuz I was too lazy to draw all of that? Cuz you can obviously tell I screenshotted that panel from the Manga XDDD

So, it's pretty self explanatory, but I'm explaining it anyway! When they get the emergency summonce because of Muzan confronting Kagaya, Yuzuki & Zakiko are the most scared for him since they are the closest to him. This is mostly based off of some C.AI stuff, but they were actually able (consensually, of course) to hug him. So, they're both terrified for their master just as much as the rest of the hashira. Zakiko is the most scared out of her & Yuzuki & the entire time she's booking it back to his estate, she's repeatedly saying "Master Ubuyashiki! Gotta protect Master Ubuyashiki!" in her head over & over. When the estate explodes, Yuzuki is petrified & this was the final breaking point for Zakiko due to already losing & outliving everyone else she loves. So, she yells out to him, but instead of saying something like Ubuyashiki, she actually yells out his actual name "Kagaya" instead. As if that part of the Manga couldn't get any sadder. Not only that, but he's the last person she wanted to lose, so now that he blew himself up, she lost any spark she had for life & just wanted to be put to rest. & it also shows more of who Zakiko truly is instead of crude, standoff-ish, & violent. So, this panel humanizes her to the readers alot more than you think

You can tell this is my first time drawing Kagaya. Hope I did him justice, cuz a precious angel like him deserves it

You can also tell I'm in an angsty mood just from this. I got more ideas for some KNY angst, too, don't think it's just this one ----------------------------------------------------- Zakiko Shibata & Yuzuki Kyoshi by: Me

Kagaya Ubuyashiki from: Demon slayer

Demon slayer by: Koyoharu Gotouge

Do not steal, trace or copy. (Cuz this took way too long)

#Toxic's doodles #Toxic waking up & choosing angst #demon slayer #KNY-sona #kny oc #kny oc art #kny angst #slight manga spoilers #demon slayer ubuyashiki #tw: explosions #kimetsu no yaiba

[breadedbutter]

Y’all know what time it is…

Thoughts on Buddy Daddies Ep 3! (This one’s going to be long so be ready! Also TW for death with a dog and explosion) <Super duper brief>

REIS DOG NO-

Lol Reis balls: 0 Miri: 1

Omg they both love cereal! Such similar tastes, like father like daughter

Rei your her papa, you don’t say no and nOW MIRI IS SAD BABY NOO!!

Well this is a fun time to mention that kids will listen to instructions when told

Kazuki gets no potatoes

Dang Miris mom can stand for herself (Also she can sing)

Ohhhh she is not in a good place right now, yup don’t bring Miri back to her

REI PAPA CANNON HE SAID IT! GET THE CAMERAS GET THE CAMERAS 📸

Kazukis wife was killed in an explosion. *copies into notes*

SHE HAS A SPOT AT THE TABLE NOW

Post credits scene was GOLDEN PA WORKS!

I’m going to have to drop a point because the dead dog was on screen for a bit too long but other than that this was such a great episode!

Current score 9/10

#buddy daddies #rei suwa #miri unasaka #kazuki kurusu #tw: explosions #tw: dead animal #( both are brief)

[waywardwizzard]

The Neon Moon festival was in full swing by the time Serenity's crew arrived.

Mal stalked through the crowded market square, wondering why he agreed to this- Oh, wait, he didn't.

At a stall somewhere behind him, he could hear Zoë and Wash debating over a slinky dress, the seller sounding more and more frazzled the longer they stood there.

Shaking his head, Mal scanned the overly colourful sea of tents for the rest of his crew when something on a nearby stall table caught his eye.

It was a delicate golden bracelet with dark red garnets dangling from every second link, tiny leaves curled around the stones. Before he could stop himself, he was at the stall, handing the seller a platinum piece he couldn't really afford to let go of.

"What you got there, sir?" A voice suddenly asked next to him and Mal hid the bracelet in his coat pocket, turning to face Zoë with a confused smile.

"What where?"

She gave him an unimpressed look, glancing at his pocket before pulling her wayward husband closer, a golden paper bag hanging from his arm. Mal decided he didn't want to know and started walking. The three of them walked deeper into the market, the crowd thinning out slightly.

"So, Mal," Wash said after a while, "Zoë said you got someth-"

There was a sudden buzzing noise that sounded exactly like angry bees, drowning out every other sound in the central market.

Mal and Zoë shared one look before they both hit the floor, dragging a complaining Wash with them seconds before everything around them exploded.

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Author's note-

I... got no excuse for this one. I'm sorry. This is a slight sequel to my Yeehawgust prompt and I'l write the whole fic one day. Maybe

#firefly #serenity #browncoats #space western #browncoats unite #firefly fanfiction #sci fi #malcolm reynolds #zoe washburne #hoban washburne #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday9 #tw: explosions #neon moon #browncoat for life #whump #whump fic #febuwhump: bees

[kamari2038]

Their Worst Regrets - Markus pt.2 (Markus pt.1)(Connor)(Kara)

Screenshots from VGS

#dbh #dbh markus #markus rk200 #dbh lucy #dbh jericho #tw: explosions #tw: gun violence #tw: major character death #tw: police brutality

[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

[hibiscusbabyboy]

And as the summer fades away

nothing gold can stay

#1992 #obsessed #shannen doherty #gifs #tw: explosions #tw: fire #chaoscore #lana del rey #venice bitch #norman fucking rockwell

[indiarrow]

where; acid and the building across from it with; @xkilljxy​ | scratch

why had they not come out of the building? everyone knew what was supposed to happen. there was a plan. indi took the stairs one flight at a time, feet stumbling briefly under her after each leap. her rifle case thudded against her back as the strap bit into her chest. why had he not left? something must have gone wrong. even as the explosions detonated and the crowd pushed through the hazard exits, indi was made to wait. that was the plan. it was how being a sniper worked. keep at a distance and wait for the shot to appear. so how had she damn near missed her target entirely? indi was too distracted, too worried. it was like test anxiety all over again. impossible to perform. she was rattled as she stashed the rifle behind a dumpster and bolted across the street, sneaking through the nearest destroyed window that could be found. “chapman?!” her voice carried over the debris. “chapman!”

#c; scratch #;talks #tw: guns #tw: explosions

[adhonoremrp]

five, four,                     three, two, one...

while the clock ticks down to midnight, the crowd slowly begins to chime in and count along. it was the perfect distraction. no one noticed a handful of PAM operatives plant and prepare a string of explosives throughout the upper level of the night club. PAM’s leader and their demolition expert, laser kent, detonated the charge as the new year struck.

the feathers and fluff went up immediately and likely faster than anyone, even the perpetrators, expected. the crowd would spring into action in order to evacuate everyone. there have been enough of these emergencies recently to know that working quickly is paramount. however seraphina parkinson, the club owner, immediately found the guilty leader and wrestled her into the following explosions through a fit of rage. PAM’s leader was not seen again.

additionally as people are filing out of the club and into the busy, overcrowded street, three distinct shots could be heard fired into the night. it was reported on the cover of the new year’s day edition of the daily prophet that rufus scrimgeour was shot by an unknown sniper in the muggle faction and remained healing at st. mungo’s.

well, happy new year.

OOC NOTES

PAM has made a blatant attack on acid, a death eater owned club. the club’s top level was completely destroyed. the leader of PAM is dead. MONA SOLTANI has taken over interim leadership of PAM. rufus scrimgeour, a well known member of the order, has been shot and is healing slowly at st. mungo’s hospital. at this point, please feel free to continue all the threads from new year’s eve or post threads following midnight and into the new year.

#ahevent #ahevent10 #ahplotdrop #tw: explosions #tw: guns

[signourneybooks]

Somewhere in the Deep | ARC Review

Thank you to Sourcebooks Fire and Netgalley for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway. Book: Somewhere in the Deep by Tanvi BerwahRelease Date: January 9th 2024Tags: Fantasy | Young Adult | Monsters | AnxietyTrigger/Content Warnings: Suicide Ideation | Animal Death | Animal Cruelty | Explosions Seventeen-year-old Krescent Dune is buried…

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#Anxiety #fantasy #monsters #Somewhere in the deep #Tanvi Berwah #TW: animal cruelty #TW: animal death #TW: explosions #TW: suicide ideation #young adult