#weapon of war

[skrumpgoblin]

new siege weapon employed by U.S. Military

[starrunez]

“I want to go home”

Sypnosis: Ajax finds himself dying after a long battle and he dreams of you throughout the finality of his life, does he regret it? Do you regret being used a weapon Ajax?

Warnings and hashtags: smut/ fluff ish?/ and angst angst angst.

Biting ice, Crying skies, conquered lands all forged together in the red red world. Consumed by the dreadful, starved wars of what was once known to be teyvat.

Set up by the pains and permanence of the enemy. Mourned for your anguished, unseen humanity, for your foul, blood hungry humanity. you devour all in your way and question why it’s gone, suffocate and drown everything you love into the deep dark sea you call your heart. Why?, You fought enough, you’ve killed enough so why do you yearn for more? why do you still yearn for them? You worthless, soulless weapon. Aren’t you tired of being the knife of your own abuser?

The final foe is slayed at last.

The adrenaline from the battle has long sense faded away with the warmth and hope that once kept him going betrayed him causing only hurt and emptiness to naw.

Dried blood coats his cheeks as he lays in the sheet of crimson coloured snow surrounding him. Mocking him. What a pity for such a promising warrior to die from something he couldn’t fight let alone run from. His mortality.

Finally he lets himself go, his mind wanders

Reflecting on every choice that led him to this point along with other things like his family, comrades and never to undermine His Precious partner, you.

He will never forget you.

Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh, you body and everything it could give him,

Everything he could ever love.

He dreams of a once promised fantasy,

The both of you kissing under a waterfall,

His hand snakes to the small of your waist, drawing you closer. You let out that same laugh that made him fall for you. “your so needy today Ajax” you tell him giggling.

“Needy?”

A smile spreads across his face

the kind that’s half challenge, half fondness.

He leans in just enough that his forehead rests lightly against yours, his voice warm and amused.

“Can’t a guy show a little affection without getting called out for it?” He hums, pulling you closer.

He takes in the view, you, in the white dress he bought for you, the wet fabric clings to your body, hugging all your curves,and the bright eyed sunset, shades of pinks and orange cloud around reflecting on the clear crystal waters of the small lake beneath you both. beautiful. Perfect.

The breeze is light, coincidentally weaving in right when you start to overheat, he can’t take his hands or eyes off you.

Before you know it your already having a round two, behind the lively waterfall, kisses up your neck down as he pushes his length in and out of you, every part of your gummy walls clench around him, as he fills you up completely,

“A-ajax slowdown ahm!” You cry out, feverishly covering your mouth, attempting to muffle any unwanted moans.

“Slower?…okay” he responds speeding up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again, he always loved teasing you, thankfully after a few “pleases” he thrusts the pace you can handle, peppering kisses onto you chest, stomach, anywhere his lips could touch.

Admiring your lovely expression when you cum, he embraces you earning a hearty laugh from you in return.

recollection reclaims his reality, he finally realizes what he was made for, who he was made to be. “I know I was made to be a weapon” he speaks to himself, “I know I cannot ask for warmth, for kindness, for love, for mercy, but please god, please. I am tired of being a knife.” delicate Snowflakes drift down, overlaying his body, and the used battlefield he lies atop of, painting the once bloodied snow floor into a still grave for him and the lifeless warriors he’s fought so hard to kill.

“I do not want to be this violence anymore.”

he’s crying now, or is he? It’s hard to tell if the cold in your cheeks are the snowflakes or his tears freezing up beneath his eyes,not to forget that everything he killed is freezing with him, holding him in place, he’ll never rot but he’ll never grow old either. is this a solidity for himself or a punishment for anyone who ever got the chance, the patience, the understanding to love him?.

“I want to go home”

You whispered to him, as you died in his memory

Masterlist • Recs open!

[ao3feed-erasermic]

Weapon of War

Use the related link post to read Weapon of War on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59933482 by Jean_Writes_Nonsense Hizashi reflects back on a life of desperate lies and lingering violence, half-crushed under a building, alone, and waits to die. Words: 928, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten (You'll Have Me on the Pyre by Then) Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nomu (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic-centric, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Martyrdom, tagged major character death but open-ended, Minor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Needs a Hug, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Needs a Break, Moral Ambiguity, War, Character Study - Freeform Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59933482

[funnyao3]

"Stranger things could be true," Phil said cryptically - because he was old and dried up and saying cryptid bullshit was probably his favorite hobby or something.

[leaftilde]

M1 Garand or FN P90?

P90 for no other reason besides that I think it fucking rules

[wtf-fun-factss]

From 1746 until the precedent was overturned in 1996, English law considered bagpipes not as a musical instrument but a weapon of war instead. – WTF Fun Facts

Source: David declares his bagpipes a weapon of war | HeraldScotland

[jessica-marie-baumgartner]

Marxist New Zealand PM Labels Internet Freedom and Free Speech a "Weapon of War" in This Week's UN Speech (VIDEO)

New Zealand communist Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern labeled internet freedom a “weapon of war” in her most recent UN speech before the Gener

The internet is now a "weapon of war" in New Zealand. haha I hope all the trolls destroy that dying nation.