#iamyourdetonator

[lil-lady-lily]

did some discord streaming with @iamyourdetonator and sketched some things!

Bonus:

[partywithagascan]

Things that go bump in the night (2)

Weapon felt his limbs and the resting excitement in his mind wake and stretch on the way to the exit. He kept a favorite black handled knife in his hand, spinning it in anticipation. He huffed and smiled at Symptom as he threw his shoulder against the doors to open em, “Hehehe you’re such a fucking tease, let’s go see this surprise.” He stepped out but turned back, the fresh air giving him a hit of his old self again, “Hope it’s not a trap,” he lifted the knife which wobbled loosely between this finger and thumb and booped Symptom lightly under his chin with the edge, “You’re starting to be nice, hate to have to ruin the mooood.”

That old wide mouth clenched teeth grin popped up and he turned away with an asylum laugh. When he got far enough away from the building he turned and gave a wave to the roof where River would be perched and watching. She called out, “Keep your boots tight!” He laughed and threw his hands up, “Always.” He moved forward, everything behind them was radioactive and required a mask and suite to enter. He glanced at Symptom, “Mordor Gandalf, is it left or right?”

[partywithagascan]

Mystery of Laceration Gravity

Hazel was nowhere to be found in Rainyday. Weapon waited in the bedroom for just a few moments longer before he slammed his fist into the wall, creating yet another hole, before walking away. He was more horny than he could ever remember being, but that was probably because he couldn’t thing past all the anger that was sill rolling around inside of his head because of Symptom, having nowhere to go to be released. The horny part was Symptom’s fault as well, even though it had been days since the bathtub thing Weapon still hadn’t been able to get over any of it. It was a miracle that he had managed to stay away from Symptom for this long. He had had Hazel to help with that, but now Hazel wasn’t around, and he needed another hit bad.

The drugs were only making things more sharp and intricate, his brain was thinking of ten things at once when all he wanted to do was seep into the darkness and not exist for a while. He made it to the small gymnasium tucked away in the back corner of Rainyday, the windows dark from the night outside, and the walls covered in all sorts of training weapons, most broken or just random objects that could be used for bludgeoning. Weapon grabbed one of the long black poles and spun it around and around until he made it to one of the makeshift punching bags, dressed in real Drac clothes. He hit the bag a couple of times with well precisioned beats but soon the anger of release was clawing at his skin and he tossed aside the pole and began wailing on the bag with his fists. His breathing became heavy and he let out air from his teeth in angry grunts. As always the structure of his BL/ind training  took over at first but soon fell away into his own chaotic cadence.

The adrenaline was released and he fell easily into the trance of moving his limbs, knees and legs, elbows and fists, to the beat of destruction. The dance was only interrupted when he took off his shirt, revealing only one thick bandage around his ribs, one Hazel had to replace after their last sex adventure, though the scars and bruises would take forever to count. He began to feel just a little better when blood began to well at his knuckles. Taking a moment to watch it seep from his skin he felt a chill run through him, like he was being watched. He glared towards the door, not wanting to be interrupted.

[partywithagascan]

My Sisters and My Brothers, still

Weapon hadn’t been asleep again this night. He stopped by one of the windows of the third floor and lifted it open. The breeze was nice and sweet and cool, the smell of the sunrise was always one of Weapon’s favorite things. It made him feel better. If the sun could keep going after working for so long, so could he. He had been on his way to the kitchen to start up some coffee, but he waited here for a bit, watching the still hidden giant star color the sky blue and purple and pink.

There was a tug on his pants. It was Whisper Doll. “Heeey dolly, you’re up early…” He could see worry on her face, he looked up to see the three younger children off Rainyday poking their little heads around the corner. “What iiiis iiit deary?” She took a breath, for being only seven years old Whisper Doll could appear and adult in petit form at times, “Mamma Marie isn’t getting better. Her breathing is slower….it’s…. just come see.” Weapon frowned, the worry and sorrow seeping into himself, connecting with that of the children’s. “I see.” He took her hand when she reached out and let her lead him down to the sick hall, were they had been keeping Molloy and the other people who were in that unstable stasis of life and death. This place was nearest to the medical supplies, where Weapon and Hazel and Brendon did their best to keep the pain away for them all. Marie was old, for a person in the zones, and she had some kind of condition that none of them had any control over, slow deteriorating, in every way.

He petted the three little heads as they passed, “Locks, Socks, Barrels… ya’ll want some breakfast when im done with Marie?” Grins that broke his heart popped on their faces and they nodded, each taking the other’s hand as Whisper reached out and they continued to the room like that, a trail of such… sorrowful kids.

He stopped them at the door and went into her room. The breathing was slow and far apart, the shallowest he had ever seen. Her grey brown hair was clean and silky against her pillow and as he approached she winced in her sleep and moaned quietly. He reached into the cold water bucket at the foot of her bed and rung out the cloth. Placing it on her head he whispered to her, “Mama Marie, it’s me… you awake beautiful?” A smile bloomed fragile over her face, the freckles of her skin moving, reminding him of the constellations in the sky. He had told her so before, how her face reminded him of the night sky. She had laughed and they made up stories together of the universe on her face, and where perhaps the black holes of her eyes may lead to. “Weaapon.. you’re still here…” “Course I am.” Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled more, seeing the heads of her little ones behind him. She had been the main caretaker for the young ones before... before the attack. When she had been injured during Symptom’s abduction, something had tipped the balance of the disease she had been fighting, and it hadn’t stopped eating away at her ever since. She had told Weapon then the story about her life. About losing her children, both in the wars and later during the exterminations, and how she had gained purpose again when she had found this place. When Hazel had found her and the twins she had rescued in the desert, Locks and Socks. A girl and a boy who became fast friends with Doll and Barrels, who were thrilled to finally not be the youngest of the asylum.

“I thought… I dreamed that you left. That you had to leave…. You had to go save another world.” She laughed softly but started to cough. He laughed with her, pulling out a syringe and drugs from her drawer. “Does it hurt?” She nodded and so he prepped the needle for more painkiller. He had an eerie feeling that this was the last he would have to treat her, her aura was low and weak, like a battery draining away once the main source was cut.

“You were worried about going. You thought you would be more likely to destroy a world than save it.” He laughed again sad, injecting the pain killer into her drip hanging behind her. “Sounds like me… so you don’t know how I did then?” “No…” She sighed, wincing with the effort, “I thought you would be here to tell me how it went… but guess it’s the wrong time.” He grinned down at her, she was looking at him with some odd mix of wonder and adoration, of desperation and strength unmeasurable. “You shouldn’t feel the pain soon enough… and you can tell me next time whether I did good or not.” She reached for his hand on the bed, his other still pressing the cold rag to her forehead. “Weapon… you will always… do good. Your horror… will fade away… like the moon… with the good that you… you will radiate onto… the worlds… whether you realize… it or not.” He was frowning with hot tears in his eyes. Visions of stories passing over his mind, the oracle at Delphi, the blind prophet on her mossy stone. He tried to blink it away, he wanted to see her face. He wanted to feel this, no matter how painful, before she was gone.

“Watch them… for me. Make sure… make sure they… have what they need to… to be a hero… like you.” He was crying now, nodding, letting her move his hand to her lips, feeling like a child as she kissed his hand. “Yes Mama… I will.”

Whisper was at his side, doll sized tears in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed the woman. Doll took his hand and pulled him away as the three little ones crawled carefully onto the bed with her, covering her in small kisses. He had to wipe away the tears but they kept coming. “Love you forever Mama, love you Mama. Miss you passed the stars Mama.” She didn’t cry, that he could tell. She just whispered to them and kissed them back, “I’ll be in those stars… watching you all. So don’t… misbehave… and… stay with each other… ok? Our love is… all the power… we need.” They all nodded, more tiny tears. “Now… go get your… breakfast, and help… Weapon with… all.. the chores… today..” It was getting harder for her to speak past the shallow breathing, but her eyes were so bright she seemed healthy again, not on the edge of death. He was taken aback with it all. With the love and the… absolute power of… these emotions. Maybe love really was all they needed. The children slowly pulled away from their kisses and they all linked hands again. She was watching Whisper Doll, “Thank you, sweetest one. All I’ve ever had is yours now, most precious one.” She nodded, whimpering “I’ll tell your stories….Love you Mama.” The symphony started up again, “Love you Mama, forever Mama, Love you Mama…”

Weapon pulled them slowly out of the door, still wiping away his tears. He was stopped by cold familiar hands. He smiled pathetically at Hazel, who only shook his head with sad smiles and wiped away his tears, getting on his tiptoes and bringing his face down to kiss the wetness at his face, licking up the tears. Hazel kissed him on the lips before he pulled away and ducked down to Whisper and the others, taking their tears with his fingers and licking them off theatrically, making them giggle. He bowed to them all and went into Marie’s room, shutting the door behind him.

They were quiet and sniffling on the way to the kitchen. They filed into the chairs of the small round table that was kept in the cooking area of the kitchen, and took their cups of water when Weapon handed them out. One of them giggled when they noticed there was strawberries in the water. “Whaaaat are theeese?? Is this a cherry????” “Nooope,” He grinned, “I got some strawberries! They are my faaavorite so far, aaaand, I’m gunna put them in the pancakes!” Locks squealed in excitement, “Pancakes!?” They all laughed. “Yep! Aaaand bacon.. I hope I don’t eat all of it before I cook ya’llssss.” They were giggling now and jumping up to help him pull out dishes.

[partywithagascan]

i am going to see Ghoul soon, i can bring them then. he was going to come here, but as i told him his clone is chained in our basement and i do not want things to be awkward for him.

Hazel

[fierytheangelsfell]

[So is Weapon basically just spending his time having sex with Ghouls? xD Way to go Wep]

[fierytheangelsfell]

The first time had been so much easier. Such a simple thing to weave. The City itself had given him everything he had needed. He just had to provide the blanket.

Now he had an angry boy chained in the basement on a hunger strike, he thought as he picked up the plates with a sigh. Still, he'd worked with worse. So far he had let Weapon take the reigns, maybe the raw emotion in stark contrast with the city would spark something, work as a detox, Symptom hadn't been gone that long this time after all. But even if it did yield results, it appeared he'd die of starvation long before then.

Hazel pushed the door to the basement open with his hip, and stopped just short of the bottom to lean over and see where he was. The last thing he needed was to be taken by surprise by an angry clone broken loose and wielding a shank made of broken plate.

"I've brought dinner, dear heart." He announced. Even if he was technically a prisonor, it was no excuse to barge in unanounced.

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Symptom:

noun

1.

any phenomenon or circumstance accompanying something andserving as evidence of it.

2.

a sign or indication of something.

3.

Pathology. a phenomenon that arises from and accompanies aparticular disease or disorder and serves as an indication of it

Weapon:

noun

1.

any instrument or device for use in attack or defense in combat,fighting, or war, as a sword, rifle, or cannon.

2.

anything used against an opponent, adversary, or victim:

the deadly weapon of satire.

3.

Zoology. any part or organ serving for attack or defense, as claws,horns, teeth, or stings.

verb (used with object)

4.

to supply or equip with a weapon or weapons:

to weapon aircraft with heat-seeking missiles.