#explosion corps

[natelia-aldelliz]

Soap : Let's play two truths one lie, me first : I falsified my birth certificate, I beat up a superior officer before locking him in the trunk of his car, and I was arrested when I was 12 on account of suspicion of terrorist intent.

Gaz :

Soap : It was the last one, I wasn't actually arrested, they just paid a visit to my house to question me.

Ghost : My turn, I can't get married because I'm legally dead, my favourite colour is black, and I went to prison for murdering my family.

Gaz : I'm very scared because I know your favourite colour.

Ghost : Yep. I didn't stay long in prison though, don't worry, I had an alibi.

Price : I once caused a diplomatic incident that almost led to a war, I shot someone in the foot because he annoyed me, and I've been secretely married for ten years.

Gaz : I'm not sure I like this game, actually.

Ghost : I'm pretty sure I was to your wedding and it doesn't feel that long ago.

Soap : Wait, you're married??

Price : Yep! But it was only 6 years ago.

Gaz : Okay, my turn then : I don't think you're all fucked in the head, I'm scared for my own mental health and I want to go home, guess which one is the lie.

[kiroonsmoon]

IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY-

[w-corp-clerk-anon]

A new update came from the labs, let's say that while they are safe to be near by, the smell it's the actual danger. -smokes bombs are the worst, right?- -Don't tell me- -Heeey, at least it wasn't an explosive one- -true true-

[fives-girlfriend]

While waiting on the 398th commander poll, allow me to offer you another 398th trooper I made!

Meet Starlet 💖

[obsidianflow]

You ever open a soda and just

[pspmetalart]

A Nickel plated 81mm mortar round...

[vivanightcity]

johnny just ripping into Broom in that way he does, calling him shit like a backwoods neo luddite who pisses himself about anything chrome and doesn't know a damn thing about real music or rebellion.

Only to ask him what the fuck he does know and get the answer 'i know you', and finding out that Broom doesn't have the same terrorist perspective of Johnny a lot of people are taught cause, well, massive damage to megacorps has been his clans raison d'etre since before nomads were nomads.

Johnny's name is genuinely in stupid ass folk songs about people who fought megacorps - boyhowdy is there a disillusionment as Broom finsd out Johnny's reasoning was more just a personal vendetta.

Almost as awful as when Johnny realizes the little shit nomad he's constantly insulting has definitely caused more monetary harm and done more property damage to megacorps than he did in life because hitting convoys, and sabotaging/demolishing factories and major pollutants is something he's been doing since he was like 14.

[lilias42]

Teasing

(et surtout, j'ai eu pas mal de temps à passer à midi cette semaine alors, j'en ai profité pour dessiner et vu que je suis plutôt contente de l'ébauche, je voulais partager ^^)

+quelques infos en plus qui devait être dans les tags à la base :

J'apprend beaucoup avec cette BD, il y a beaucoup de pose que je n'avais jamais fait, et j'avais vraiment hâte de dessiner cette partie avec Pyrkaïa qui croise un mage noir pour la première fois de sa vie !

Elle a déjà entendu parler de cette magie de la part de Metaheta les rares fois où elle l'a croisé mais, elle les pensait morts ou qu'ils n'existaient plus.

Son humeur est passée de "bon on va calmer tout le monde et ramener Lonato au gamin en entier" à "il est ce c*nnard ?!" en 2 minutes vu que bon, elle sait garder son calme mais, devant une magie maléfique pareille, aussi près de sa descendance et de gosses qui n'ont rien à faire sur un champ de bataille... évidemment, elle va s'énerver et ne pas le louper avec ses flammes... et elle a une réaction relativement calme, d'autres auraient pu être bien pire et promesse devant les dieux ou pas, ils vont juste foncer défoncer Lonato s'il utilise une magie sacrilège pareille ! (kof ! kof ! Metaheta... kof ! Daphnel... kof ! kof ! Pertinax... et karf ! Kelon quand on appuie sur son syndrome de stress post-traumatique et son traumatisme de la guerre de Troie...)

En plus, ça permet de l'imposer comme une vraie menace vu qu'au début, elle est plutôt sympa... mais là, elle est juste furieuse et ne va louper personne pour stopper la bataille avant qu'il n'y ait plus de mort... enfin, vous verrez bien quand j'aurais fini... dans mille ans surement mais, on va y arriver ! ^^

[court-of-justice]

yeaahhh stuffies‼️

anyways im off to participate in some good hijinks goodbye guysssss goodbye judgement :D

I leave silly flowers as a final gift also more food for judgement!!! yeaaah #1 judgement fan B)

remember me somehow, or don’t!!! I dunno…yeahhh!!💥💥💥💥

FINALLY.

F̸l̷o̷w̸e̸r̵!̶ ̶L̵o̴v̴e̴l̸y̵ ̴f̸l̴o̶w̵e̷r̸!̸ ̶G̶o̴o̶d̸b̸y̴e̶!̶

[ Judgement digs into the food. The Witness gives a polite wave. ]

Goodbye! You were very fun to have around.

[dendeniel]

Ukrainian artillery shelled Kurakhovo, but the most interesting thing is the interception of the audio message of the rider, indicating that the strike was carried out from Krasnogorovka by Polish mercenaries from the "Crabs" (ACS).

[komoboko]

𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

tengen uzui x gn!reader ・uzui’s wives mentioned ・hurt comfort ・HUGE manga spoilers!!!! ・can be read as platonic or romantic

ok fine fine I’ll write angst with comfort I GUESS (for now)

When uppermoon 6 was excorsised in the entertainment district, it costed the early retirement of uzui tengen leaving the hashiras down to seven. His arm being chopped off and his injuries severe it was a miracle he could still get up and walk back to his home.

He still acted like his same self, his flashy attire with his more than flameboyant attitude. Most people couldn’t even tell how much guilt the previous sound hashira felt being forced out of his slayer lifestyle. The closer they got to finding the demon king, the more guilt built up inside of him knowing he couldn’t be there to help and support his comrades. It killed him.

On another note, Uzui felt horrible he couldn’t be there to help you. Despite his retirement, you had continued to pursue your career as a slayer wanting to finish the job and end demons for good. He was worried, not that he doubted your abilities or your skills but he was worried he still couldn’t be there to support you. His only choice was to help train you along with the rest of his slayers that came to his training.

The wives helped support him with his troubles, trying to comfort and ease his worries. They also stopped to aid you with your own injuries or provide you with any shelter you needed. Uzui appreciated them for what they were doing but he knew he was running out of time to help. He knew something was coming.

He knew something was coming but he wished he wasn’t right. The ubuyashiki lit up in flames, an explosion that could be heard for miles as smoke and ash sweeped through the land. The presence of muzan was evident along with the sounds of terror. Crows sweeped the camp alerting what was happening, a castle underneath their feet and it swallowed all the slayers in the area including you. Even with his worries you could only shrug him off, promising to return back to him as soon as you could.

The hours passed as time began to tick, the more time passed the more crows swooped by alerting more deaths. Kocho was dead along with tokito and the injuries had gotten more severe. All uzui could do is sit and wait, the last line of defense alongside the previous flame hashira, shinjuro rengoku. Their only goal was to project the youngest kamado and hold off any threats that would try and come by.

Time ticked as death continued to rise Uzui stomached curled. Every time a death was announced he could only worry and think it would be you. The sun rised over the peaks of the mountains, a new day has come. The morning has arrived, a demon’s biggest fear. Muzan’s greatest enemy.

There was silence amongst the corps, no crows reporting any information. It worried him as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Fear creeped us his spine, as he couldn’t seem to shake it off. His eyes finding shinjuro as he stood up seeing shadows move from the horizon, tengen took it into his account to standing up as he saw both the wind and water hashira marching back. There were no other hashiras by their side.

Along came more members of the corps, his mind frazzled until he stopped. His eyes falling into you with your arms wrapped around the butterfly hashira’s tsuguko. Your body was beaten and bruised, your injuries severe as your body was bloody but you had survived. You may of been injured and tainted but you were alive.

Uzui’s arms wrapped around you tightly, he wouldn’t admit it in the long run but the tears that ran down were obvious. His mind that was once running with the possible scenarios of your demise, it quickly cleared like it was never there before. The previous sound hashira could now properly sigh, his shoulders moving down untensing as he could relax for the first time in so many hours.

No matter what he thought would happen, you still came back just like you promised

[artbyblastweave]

Standing by all of this with the specific exception of the idea that he doesn't understand the t60 on an engineering level- I'm realizing on a rewatch that I was unfairly conflating his theoretical knowledge of how the armor works (actually quite strong) with his total inexperience operating it, which is also a really great character beat- the man can't tell (or else doesn't care about) the difference between a diagram between a circuit and a rotor, but he can identify the point of failure in his armor in seconds flat once he has it upright. He worships the armor specifically, he's in with the brotherhood because that's where the armor is. Very specific kind of fallout fan outlook that I think this guy is modelling.

They've got four more episodes in which to fuck this up, but so far Maximus is one of my favorite characters in this thing. Fascinating guy. Tentatively advancing that this feels almost like a mulligan of Finn's arc from TFA

[w-corp-clerk-anon]

So.... uhmm... -"How do we tell them?" -"Well Aisha... I did not expected for the "new" person to panic afther seeing the beholders making bets" -"More like you did not expected the free rhynoplasty" -"and the broken rib, these bandages are itchy..." -"Gotch-ya clerk boss" -"Thanks Lars, so what i wanted to say..." -"Allow me to do it, you can tag later" -"Imagine being sent to check out on the stranded employee from another world" -"then accidentally jumpscaring them" -"that's where the broken nose came from" -"you should be resting you hard-headed idiot" -"Geez Aisha, no need to be rude" -"She has a point" -"You too Gary?" -"Well, where i was.. oh right... imagine getting punched hard enought to break your nose but not hard enought to faint" -"Then end up offering a tour around the place while at the same time cursing like a mute sailor, and don't make me faces, i saw you do that thing with your hands when you're mad" -"now imagine that during the tour, Io and behold, 4 claws, 2 beholders, an arbirter and several low ranked fixers becoming the reason why the Train WG-427 hasn't been able to leave from the station" -"now you know where it goes, and i will resume it fast, Interlooper stares at the staff that came from the head, Interlooper has a panic attack, clerk-boss here tries to help her calm down, a bad reaction from the interlooper involves a punch towards the chest, clerk-boss barely dodges and ends up with most of their right side ribs shattered due to the sheer force of the punch" -"wich makes me wonder... how the fuck are you still alive" -"2 things, 1) i don't know, and 2) is likely due to the ampules box i was holding at the time, speaking of wich, i have to still send the fine i got from K-corp for damaging company resources towards that woman" -"and that kind-of explains why they where missing"

[digitalsymbiote]

Cockpit Exposure

There’s a terrible screeching of metal as your cockpit is rent open, exposed by a glancing blow from your opponents weapon. Suddenly your senses are muddled, two sources of data now vying for the attention of your shared mind. Your external cameras shift and refocus, as light streams in through the semi-transparent visor of your flight helmet.

Your partner is screaming in the back of your mind, and the terrible phantom pain in your chest tells you exactly why. It’s a huge strain on your mind to try and decipher between the information coming from your metal body, and the information coming from your flesh one. Your cockpit was designed to mimic a sensory deprivation chamber for this exact reason, most full-immersion frames are. The sensory deprivation of the pilot makes it easier to settle into the skin of the mech, fewer external distractions to remind you of your flesh body nestled under all that metal.

All of that is gone out the window now though, as the sounds and sights of combat assault your organic form through your breached cockpit. Distantly you recognize that you’re hyperventilating, and the safety systems are struggling to compensate. You guess this is because your partner’s panic is bleeding through the neural bridge. She did just get a huge chunk torn out of her front, after all.

With a monumental effort, you wrench control back from your panicking IMP, and you feel her systems settle down a bit as you enforce some order on things. The cold air and biting wind howling in your cockpit are doing all they can to distract you, but you’ve got a fight to finish and you’ll be damned if you end up gutted in your own cockpit.

Metal strains as your synthetic body stands and pulls the giant sword from the sheath on its back. You fire the boosters in your legs, feeling the g-forces slam your body back into the pilot’s seat as you charge your opponent. Blade strikes blade, and your damaged servos strain against theirs. A shot of fuel into your boosters breaks the stalemate and you pull back, circling around the opposing mech. You have to be extra careful to protect your cockpit now, one more hit to your chest and you’ll be pulp on your enemy’s blade.

Something shifts inside you, and you feel your IMP having off-loaded some of its processing into your wetware. She’s moving the limbs on your flesh body inside the cockpit, rooting around for something, piloting you the way you’re piloting her.

The lights on the front of your chassis flicker red in glee as you realize what she’s searching for. You send a mental acknowledgment over your shared link and hunch over, preparing for another bout. You’ll get your partner her opening.

According to regulation, mechs are required to have certain items stocked in their cockpits in case of emergency. Rations, a medical kit, an emergency radio, and most importantly: A flare gun. The standard flare gun had always seemed a bit superfluous to you, what difference is a meager flare going to make in spotting a 10-story tall Mech? But you’d convinced both your CO and your IMP to let you keep a few High-Explosive rounds for the thing stored alongside it, for a rainy day like today.

So the next time you clash with your opponent, blade grinding against blade, you feel your organic body move again. Your IMP makes use of the gaping hole in your chest, and manages to plant a high explosive round directly into the emergency hatch on your enemy’s chest, blowing it clean off, and disorienting their pilot in much the same way they had done to you only moments ago. You, however, will not squander this opportunity.

You drop your weapon, slam a hand through the breached hole in your opponents chest, and pulp the bleeding heart within it. The massive weapon of war you’ve been fighting slumps to the ground, the trauma of losing it’s organic half rippling through its systems. You grab the mech’s head and pull, metal screeching and cables snapping as you tear it free from the rest of the metal corpse. You find the glint of the enemy data core and crush it between two of your massive fingers, putting the enemy IMP out of its misery.

And suddenly it’s quiet again.

The faint sensation of wind upon skin echoes over the link, and you realize your IMP has removed your flight helmet. She’s half out of the pilot’s seat, and you can sense wonder radiating through the link as she looks out at the carnage through organic eyes. You decide to let her, regulation be damned.

You’re looking out at it through her eyes often enough, it’s only fair to return the favor.

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Twst with an Ubuyashiki Child reader

Platonic, of course. Contains spoilers of the Hashira Training Arc.

Hinaki, Nichika, Kiriya, Kuina, and Kanata are the children of Kagaya and Amane Ubuyashiki. Born as quintuplets, their appearances are almost similar, save for their hair colors. They are supporting characters of the anime Demon Slayer. They assist their parents when it comes to Corps duties and aid their father to kill Muzan Kibutsuji.

• I decided not to put the other three because I couldn't find proper photos of them. Since the reader is a child of the Ubuyashiki couple, that makes them and their sibling sextuplets.

• Despite being only 8 years old, you're already mature enough to carry out your duties, and mentally strong enough to pass the deaths of the demon slayers each night unfazed. However, the brashness of the newly selected demon slayer at the Final Selection intimidated you. You can only watch as the boy named Genya harshly manhandled your sister. Your sister managed to keep her fear inside until after the selection. You're glad that the boy with red-eyes and hanafuda earrings stopped the boy before Kanata cried.

• You were trained and raised all your life to be proper and emotionless. Your mother and father did so in order to help you and your siblings ease the acceptance of the inevitable deaths of your parents with little to no grievance. After all, you must save the tears after the war. Only then you can finally be free.

• You and your siblings always take care of your bedridden father whenever your mother is out on duty. You can only hope that he might live long enough to witness Muzan's death. You sometimes help your brother, Kiriya, in preparation to inherit the estate when your father is too ill to teach him the ways of being the leader of the Corps. As per Ubuyashiki tradition, whether you are male or female (or non-binary), you must wear feminine clothing in order for you to live longer or until you get married.

• While the demon slayers are preparing for war, your father finally mastered his last plan and called for your siblings and mother. He thanked you for taking care of him for all of the years you've spent together and asked if you are willing to die by his side to which you answered "Yes, father". Your mother can only fix his bandages and told you to play with your sisters one last time.

• The thought of fooling Muzan to lower his guard is the greatest feat you and your sisters ever made, so you played with Hinaki and Nichika. Despite the fear that stayed in your minds, you wished that this sweet moment of pure bliss lasted a bit longer......

• You did not feel sadness, knowing that the rest of your siblings will be left alone.

• You did not feel fear when Muzan Kibutsuji intruded your home with the intent to kill all of you.

• You did not feel resentment towards your parents that they've never given you a normal childhood.

• You did not feel pain when the waves of the explosions engulfed your small figure with its flames.

• All you can feel is happiness, now that you finally shared your last moments with your family and dying alongside them.

• However... You won't be walking into the afterlife with them just yet.

• ...................................

• ..............................................Where are you?

????: "Fnyagh! The robes... Gotta get those robes!"

• ............... What?

• You lift your hand up only to feel the hardness of wood against your palm. Is this real? Are you not dead? Where is your family?

• Lost in thought, you started to notice the sudden change of the temperature inside of the coffin. You kicked and punched the door with your small limbs until the lid fell off. The little monster stood in shock as you raise your head out of the coffin.

????: "F-fnyagh?! Why are you awake?!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "....?"

• You falsely assumed that a demon is trying to cook you alive. But you calmly get out of the coffin, straightened your robe, and question him with a smile...

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... Pardon me, but where am I?"

????: "Fnyagh? Ya must be stupid to not know where ya are! Doesn't matter, just gimme your robe!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... And what are your intentions with my... robe?"

• That's strange. You don't remember wearing this robe. Nor, do you remember anything aside from the explosion. You stared at the monster for any explanations.

????: "To wear them! Now gimme or I'll burn ya!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... You are not interested in eating me?"

????: "Fnyagh? Why would I eat ya? You're no tuna! A-and stop staring at me with those creepy-looking eyes!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "...Is that so? And who might you be?"

????: "I'm the Great Grim! The sorcerer extraordinaire! The most powerful mage in Twisted Wonderland! The most popular wizard in this school! So as the greatest, gimme your- Hey, come back here!"

• As the egoistic monster was distracted, you run as fast as your child limbs can take you. Your thoughts plaguing your mind with even more questions...

• You felt the heat of the coffin, which means you're still alive... This is definitely not the afterlife... If you're alive, then would that mean that your parents and siblings are here as well? Did the bait and trap failed? Is Muzan--

• Unfortunately, the monster easily caught up with you and cornered you at the dead end of a hallway.

Grim: "Fnyahaha! Ya thought ya can get away from the Great Grim's nose? We'll ya can't! I'm gonna roast-- OUCH!!"

???????: "You there, monster! Cease your attacks at once!"

Grim, struggling: "Fnyagh... What is... this rope? I can't use my magic!"

???????: "It's not just a rope! It's the Lash of Love, mind you! Don't even bother to struggle, it's useless trying to break through!"

• ... Is he a demon slayer? Wait, no... He's another demon. Is he fighting this demon for you as food? Then you must quickly flee before-

???????: "Aha! There you are! You must be the last student. I've been searching all of the coffins for you. However, I did not expect you to be this small..."

• ... Student? Does he mean you? Does he even know you're human?

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... Are you referring to me?"

???????: "Of course, who else- Great Sevens! Did I hear your voice correctly? Don't tell me that you're a child?!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... And what if I am?"

???????: "Oh my, you are a child! Did you happen to stumble here by mistake? How did you get past the school gates? Where are your parents? Did a student sneak you in here?"

• Is he asking these questions to confirm that you're alone? He sounded... Worried. Usually, a demon would sound bloodthirsty but... What if his constitution or state is like that of that Kamado girl?

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... I am afraid I don't know where I am, sir. I awoke inside a coffin and happened to be lost."

???????: "Inside a coffin, you say? Then you are a new student here!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... A student?"

???????: "Indeed. Though young prodigies like you are rarely enrolled here! But I must admit, how old are you?"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... I am 8 years old, sir."

???????: "EIGHT?! Sevens! 8 years old and you're already off to college?! Your family must be very well off or you're that intelligent!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "...I apologize, but whatever do you mean by college? And new student?"

???????: "My, my... You're small head must've been jumbled by the teleportation magic. Let me introduce myself! I am Dire Crowley, headmage of this school, Night Raven College!"