"This War Needs More FIRE!"

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[originally-eccentric]

"Did I not warn you to never cross me again?" {@original-pyromaniac}

@original-pyromaniac

“And did I not warn you to stop bothering me?!”

Spiteful words, accentuated by sharp vowels and harsh consonants, and Tobias curled his lip, glaring up at the taller man. God he wanted to hit him.

“Get. Out. My. Way. I don’t have time to deal with your pointless schmuck, Abe… shouldn’t you be, hm, ‘kissing ass’ by now?”

[original-pyromaniac]

originally-eccentric

His head slamming against the wooden wall of the base’s main corridor was enough to send Tobias’ teeth rattling, but he wasn’t phased - he had dealt with worse than an ex-president throwing a hissy fit over his glorified air blower. The knife stabbing so close to his face, only just missing his ear, caused him to flinch away at first yet as it prevailed he scowled deeper, dark eyes glaring up at his teammate.

When he was grabbed and yanked upwards he let out a grunt, one of his gloved hands coming up to clutch at Abraham’s own on his collar.

“And I thought you were supposed to be a renowned strategist,” was his scathing reply. “Not a senseless brute!” As he spoke his other hand, hidden by his body, began to creep along the wooden wall until it found the knife still sticking out of it. Perfect.

“Perhaps you should have reconsidered demanding I fix your little firestarter after you set all my latest designs aflame over a little spat!” Revenge was petty but so, so sweet when he saw Abe blow himself up with a flamethrower which wouldn’t work on the field. Hidden hand grasped the handle of the knife, slowly wriggling it out of its placehold until it was loose and ready.

“You need to learn some respect for people other than yourself, my friend.”

With that the knife was dashed upwards, burying into Abe’s right arm and twisting.

Abe was focused on Tobias’ face and words to notice his hand was creeping up to his knife that was buried in the wood, but he took notice of that knife after it was buried into his right arm- causing the ex-president to cry out in pain. If Abe wasn’t seeing red before, he was now. After letting Tobias’ shirt go, he cocked his left arm back and swung as hard as he could into the Engineer’s cheek. He was going for his nose and mouth, but he was in too much pain and shock to angle his arm right.

“I am a renowned strategist.” he growled through gritted teeth, grasping at his arm, fingers digging in around the blade in an attempted to ease the pain. “But when push comes to shove, I know how to crack a few skulls.” he can and will find a way to crack the brainless Engineer’s skull. Heh, not like anything will fall out, other than a bunch of hot air.

“Respect?” he repeated. “Respect for people other than myself?!” he spits back at Tobias before lifting a leg and kicking the other man in the guts. “You have some nerve demanding respect from me! You don’t have respect for your fellow engineers- engineers that are twenty times better than you!” pot calling the kettle black, Tobias.

“And lets get one thing clear; I didn’t demand you fix my flamethrower until now, I asked nicely the first time!” if nicely he means he dumped the flamethrower on Tobias’ desk on top of his blueprints and said ‘please’ at the end, then yes it was asking nicely.

“I set your shit on fire because you insulted the man that saved my life!” he reminded the idiot. “heh, ya know, you should thank me for that- those little toys of yours were useless- you’ll never be as good as Radigan!”

[originally-eccentric]

"Did I not warn you to never cross me again?" {@original-pyromaniac}

@original-pyromaniac

“And did I not warn you to stop bothering me?!”

Spiteful words, accentuated by sharp vowels and harsh consonants, and Tobias curled his lip, glaring up at the taller man. God he wanted to hit him.

“Get. Out. My. Way. I don’t have time to deal with your pointless schmuck, Abe… shouldn’t you be, hm, ‘kissing ass’ by now?”

[original-pyromaniac]

Abe growled before grabbing Tobias by his arm and slamming him into a nearby wall, stabbing the knife in the wall just mere centimeters away from Tobias’s face. “Heh, and people call you a genius.” He gave a twisted smile as he stared down at the shorter man.

The twisted smile quickly faded before he pulled the knife out of the wall just to shave the blade back into the old wood, more forcefully this time. He was in no mood for Tobias’ bullshit. “For a genius you’re pretty damn stupid, ya know?” he pointed out, yanking the knife out and stabbing back into the wood once more. “I ask for one simple thing, and you somehow manage to fuck it up!” he repeats the stabbing motion next to Tobias’ head twice more. “I asked you to fix my flamethrower, not make it worse!” three more times with stabbing the knife next to Tobias’ head, god if this didn’t hint to Tobias how much he wanted to drive the knife into his head, than Tobias was an even bigger idiot than he looked.

“I will keep bothering you until-” another stab at the wood. “You fix it!” a final stab at the abused wooden wall before he let the handle go so he can grab the front of Tobias’ shirt with both hands and pull his face closer to his. “And no, I shouldn’t be ‘kissing ass’, I should be ‘kicking your ass.’“

[fantaxi]

Send 🐈 to turn my muse into a cat

They can’t return to their original body unless someone realizes who they are and call their name.

[incorrectteamfortressquotes]

Pyro: Of course you should fight fire with fire. You should fight everything with fire.

[build-em-up]

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[build-em-up]

@originally-eccentric

[hammer-fall]

When someone persistently makes fun of John’s hammer did you mean: 

John: [lays the hammer on the ground] Legend has it that only those who are worthy can lift it 

Person: -reaches for hammer– 

John: [dECKS THE PERSON IN THE FACE] Looks like you weren’t worthy, anyone else? :)) 

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Put a “Ü” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

[sidestuiff]

Leave a name/url in my ask and my muse will talk about them at length.

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send me “talk about them!” + a url and I’ll talk about that person

[original-pyromaniac]

  the-original-spy

A nod. “Ah, Conagher. I know him.” Jesse simply replied, pulling one last drag out of his cigarette before he put it out and flicked it away - a cloud of sweet white smoke escaping from between his lips. How exactly Radigan could have been connected to Lincoln in the first place was another matter of investigation, but the Spy opted for the wiser option and decided not to press the former president with more questions for now. 

Raising his knife towards the light coming through the window, he inspected the blade attentively, looking for any spot he might have missed, before deciding to test its sharpness. Swiftly, his gaze drifted to the wall on the other side of the room and spotted a rather large spider climbing across it. A quiet swoosh and the unmistakable sound of a sharp blade penetrating the wood - nailed it.

“Of course you made wrong decisions. Everybody does. But you won in the end, isn’t that all that matters?” He mused. The Civil War had been a somewhat distant event he had watched from Teufort; unwilling to sign up for the Union Army, and certainly not siding with the Confederates. How Abraham had managed to both work for Blutarch Mann and lead the Union was somewhat of a mystery to him - but after over fifteen years of working with the manical pyrotechnician? There was very little about him that could still surprise the Spy. 

“Leading an army to victory, abolishing slavery, and surviving an assassination attempt, all that while keeping your job here and setting the REDs on fire…” He listed, faint traces of his foreign accent perceptible in his quiet voice. “I must say you’re a rather interesting man, Abe. I wonder what part of your legacy will survive down history. The visionary president who set his fellow men free, or the fire-breathing dragon of New Mexico?”

“You know him too?” he asked, kind of shocked how Jesse knew him. Then again, this was Jesse he was talking to- the team Spy, he practically knows everything abut everyone as far as he knew.

“Yeah, Mr. Conagher is a great man! Magnificent inventions! Not to knock on Tobias’ creations, they are wonderful and amazing as well, but Mr. Conagher’s- simply the best. Incomparable!” he rambled. He could sing the man’s praises for hours, but he’ll refrain from doing so because the last time he did that Tobias threw a hissy fit and insulted Mr. Conagher. And Abe couldn’t let that slide! The man talked down on the very man that saved his life! That was an unforgivable crime in Abe’s book, a crime that could not go unpunished. A crime that not only costed Tobias his life and sent him through respawn, but also his workshop and inventions parishes in the flames.

“That’s an interesting way of thinking about it, Jess.” but was that something he could accept? Making wrong decisions, but as long as he was victor in the end the rest doesn’t really matter. He never wanted for there to be a war and he tried his damnedest to keep it from happening, but politics and people never mixed well in American history.

He chuckled a bit. “Fire-breathing dragon of New Mexico? Heh, I like the sound of that Jess! It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” where does Jesse come up with this stuff? It’s almost if he can pull a great idea out of thin air. “It depends on who’s telling the story I suppose. Ask any of the common American people and it will be my Presidency. Ask anyone here on this battlefield and it will be my knowledge of fire that survives the sands of time.” another thing he made damn sure to keep safe; his pyromaniac tendencies and the war in New Mexico. He probably would have been impeached if the American people knew about this! Hell, he might have also faced some sort of jail time too!

[original-pyromaniac]

"FOUR SCORES AND SEVEN YEARS AGO OUR FOUNDING FATHERS SAID FUCK YOU ABE."

- Clark @original-frontiers to Abe

[original-pyromaniac]

INSPIRATION TIME!

Repost and…

list 5 songs that inspire you to write your muse:

I don’t have music that inspires me to write Abe

and 3 quotes that you associate with your muse: 

“Whatever you are, be a good one.” - Abraham Lincoln

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” - Abraham Lincoln

“Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.” - Abraham Lincoln

Tagged by: @classic-demolition

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this

[original-pyromaniac]

hammer-fall

John waited politely for the President to finish speaking. What could he tell him? That he had given them something that shackles couldn’t bind. He’d given so many hope. Lips remain sealed and there are no further words of recognition that he spares. Respawn wouldn’t be kicking in for a bit of time. Not a chance for anyone of the BLU’s to sneak up on him. There were moments to spare but not many.

He regards the sky, blue and pretty and not a single cloud. It would be picturesque save for the rambunctious shouts of the RED team sensing another victory close at hand.

Hopping from his spot in the shade he swings the hammer to perch on a shoulder once more closing the distance between the ex-president with heavy footsteps that pickup up clouds of dust. His large form looms over Abe, nearly blackens out the sun. Make a decision. Hammer glints against the sunlight and dark gaze flicks from the discarded flamethrower to regard the BLU Pyro below. He shifts the grip on the wooden handle. The Mann Brother’s wanted them to fight and spill blood. “Mister President, sir.” There’s a stillness in the air and his words hang. Here comes the crushing deliverance.

No sickening crunch or splat of red that paints the dirt below. There is nothing. It wouldn’t be a fight if his opponent couldn’t defend himself. It wouldn’t be fair. That’s at least the excuse he tells himself. The giant continues pace onward towards the direction BLU intelligence and from steady steps one might even mistake his gait for a casual stroll. Or as casual as you could get in their own slice of bullet Hell.

“Get yourself some fuel for that flamethrower o’yours.” He calls before creaking open the door that would lead to the BLU intelligence and slipping in and out with the briefcase in hand. “Next time, sir.”

Abe had shut his eyes and waited for the RED Heavy to deliver the fatal blow, hoping it would be quick and painless. He waited and waited. What was the man waiting on? Was he pondering his favor? Was the man wondering if he should take any kind of pity on the BLU Pyro? He felt the man move and sensed sunlight fading from him. This is it. he thought. He unconsciously stiffened up and waited for the hammer to drop. But when the hammer refused to fall on him and he heard John speak, he opened his eyes and looked up at him, eyes wide and confused.

He silently watches John brush past him into his team’s intelligence room and come back out with suitcase in hand. All he could do was sit there wide eyed and confused at the Heavy’s actions. Was he sparing him? Heh, maybe there were some perks in being the leader of the Union Army and winning the bloodiest war in America. The President pushed down on the dirt below him and got back on his feet, holding his head high and stared at John with a look of relief and gratitude.

“Thank you, John. You really are a good man.” he finally says just as the RED Heavy was beginning to walk away. Let Blutarch and his team chew him out for letting him just walk away with their intelligence, Abe didn’t care. “Even in this hell hole you still managed to have mercy and basic human decency.” And he meant it. And Abe couldn’t help but to smile at the man. His kindness was something he really needed sometimes.

Sometimes he needed to be reminded of the simple things, the things that even made him consider taking the position of ‘President of the United States.’ To the rest of the country Abraham was calm and merciful, but here, Abe was able to let lose and become the monster he is.

“I would be honored to see you and your wife once we leave this place one day, John.” and he really would. To see the people he helped free, it brings a sense of humanity to Abe. After the war was said and done, Abe was forced to deal with dueling out the punishments for the southern states. Abraham was never able to see or even hear about the rewards- the goods that came out of the war. That was something Abraham wanted to see- what good came about after all of the blood shed, what changes for the better did the exchange of bullets bring about.

[original-pyromaniac]

{I updated the Bio, so if you guys want to check that out, go ahead- In Abe’s timeline he is on the BLU team before the Civil War (Blutarch basically got pissy and fired Abe because he couldn’t always be there setting people on fire since he was always busy running the country) and Redmond liked Abe’s leadership abilities and remembered how good of a Pyro he was, so he hired him after the Civil War and the rest is history}

[hallelujahmaelstrom]

I love this movie. The fight scenes. omg.

[baganslover]