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thevelvetgoldmine · 6 months
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CANDYMAN (1992) dir. Bernard Rose
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I can wait.
DEREK MORGAN AND PENELOPE GARCIA in: Criminal Minds Mayhem (4.01)
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vickysaurus · 2 years
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I love this little firestarter with her criminal mask. She never did anything wrong aside from maybe that fire she set.
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cottageimp · 2 months
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A bit of a heavier piece this time! I'm currently so fixated on these two. I have a plan for them, we'll see if it comes to fruition! I did a bunch of work today. Super eager to keep drawing them and figuring them out.
For more context, this happened at the end of the dream they were in! You can read about it in the last post of them.
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jdramasource · 1 year
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INFORMA インフォーマ  2023, dir. Fujii Michihito
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fanning-the-flames · 11 months
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Now for something different, the burning of Lotus Pier after Giuseppe de Nittis’ painting The Eruption of Vesuvius of 1872. Admittedly this one is closer to being just a repaint with very few details adjusted to recall the scene.
If you are not familiar, de Nittis was an Italian painter who was master of light and a contemporary of the famous Paris Impressionists. If you are lucky enough to have his work nearby (they rarely leave Europe) DEFINITELY seize the chance to see them in person!
I had actually a different Vesuvius painting of his in mind for a repaint for a different scene, but you know, I ignored the last chance I had to paint the burning of Lotus Pier so I had to do it this time.
Now for the closeup no one asked for:
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star-blossom-scp · 3 months
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CW: Fire
A drawing of the Yellow Lord 💛
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Mick St. John (Alex O’Loughlin), The Cleaner (Claudia Black), Cleaner #4 (Jacleen Haber), Unnamed Cleaner (Uncredited person), Josef (Jason Dohring), and Emma & Jackson Monaghan (Heather Stephens & Jonathan LaPaglia) in Moonlight s1e16 Sonata (36m).
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rabiesram · 1 year
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tw fire not everything can last
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pixelstimboards · 9 months
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Kai from ninjago stimboard with warm and comforting things?
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Kai Smith from Ninjago with warm and comforting stims for @shadesofvermillionvoid! x x x - x . x - x x x
NSFW WILL BE BLOCKED!!
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Doom would about have a heart attack if she still had a heart, but seeing as she doesn't any longer she settles for rushing back and forth in a panic instead. Her brightly glowing yellow eyes go by in a blur as she tries to figure out what's wrong, why her skinny nerdy friend isn't breathing - or seems like he isn't breathing. How is she supposed to help him? She can't give him CPR - she has no air she can breathe into his lungs. She can do chest compressions, but, hell, she's too freaked out to remember how to do any of that so she starts yelling.
"HELLLLLP! SOMEONE HELP!"
And then back to Milo. "Okay, okay, you're okay, no reason to panic. We're not panicking here. Can you- Are you actually not breathing? Are you choking on something? You have one second to nod or shake your head and answer me before I start giving you abdominal thrusts and trust me, coming from me it's really gonna hurt, so are you choking?"
(From the flashback meme!)
@the-haunted-office
Milo didn't respond. He didn't even hear her. His eyes had a glazed, faraway look to them, almost like his body was here in the office, but his mind was somewhere else. He coughed weakly and a small word came out, a somewhat surprising one.
"Mama!" He gasped it out, another cough at the end.
Rourke raced through the office as soon as he heard Doom yelling. He actually dropped and slid across the floor to Milo's side.
"He's not choking, Doom. It's......it's his memory. In his mind, he's reliving something fom his past, and his body's reacting to it. He can actually still breathe, but he probablycouldn't during whatever he's reliving......which means.......I think I know exactly what memory it is. Can you find us someplace a bit more private than the hallway and I'll tell you? Please?" He carefully took Milo in his arms and followed her, talking to him as they went. Except he sounded almost like he was talking to a toddler or small child. But it seemed to work. Milo's body relaxed, and the gasping choking noises were replaced by soft sniffling sounds as he hid his face in Rourke's chest. Once Doom found them a room, he sat down with Milo against him, sniffling softly into Rourke's chest, and the ex-soldier could feel a wet spot growing on his shirt. He held him close and just let him, occasionally stroking his hair or rubbing his back. He looked back up to Doom.
"This......happens to him sometimes. He......he was three years old at the time. The train he was on with his parents derailed. Crashed and caught on fire. And the stretch of track was out in the country, so it took a while for help to get there. His parents could've lived, but.......they went back for Milo." Rourke knew the whole story, and told it easily, though his eyes filled with tears as he told it.
They had almost escaped when both realized their son was not with them, and both fought through the other frantic passengers, screaming their child's name as they did.
Milo had fallen when all the people started running. He'd tripped and lost his hold on his mama's hand, and now she was gone. And so were his glasses. He couldn't see, but he could feel how hot it was, smell the awful smoke that made him cough, hear the fading shouts of people and the roar of the flames. He tried to follow where he thought they'd gone, but something bright and hot fell down in front of him. He screamed and jumped backward.
"MAMA!! DADDY!!" He screamed. The heat and loud noise and brightness were so scary. He coughed more as he backed up against something dark and started to cry, occasionally screaming for his mama and daddy.
Then suddenly they were there. He couldn't see them, but he heard the voices, felt his mama pick him up and hug him tight. There was a loud noise and the child shrieked and hid his face against his mother.
"I'm scared, Mama! I can't see!" He cried.
"I know, sweetheart, you're alright now. Mama's here, Mama's got you, Milo." She was saying something to his daddy that he couldn't hear over his own crying (in fact, they were realizing they were trapped, as the way they'd come was blocked by flaming debris) They had tears of their own on their faces as they realized all three of them would likely die here. Milo continued to scream and cry, even as they found a space that miraculously was not burning. They pushed Milo as far into that space as they could, then shielded him with their bodies. They talked to him the whole time, saying how much they loved him, even as things got hotter, there was more smoke.
Then a sound of something large crashing down almost right on top of him. And suddenly his mama and daddy weren't talking to him anymore. They seemed to get heavier, like they were actually laying on top of him. But no matter what he did, they didn't respond, didn't get off him. The poor child didn'tknow they were dead. He was alone in the midst of a burning hell.
By some miracle, Milo was still alive when the fire was put out and someone found him. It was confirmed his parents had saved his life by shielding him as they had. The large piece of debris that killed them had missed hitting little Milo beneath them. Their final act had been one of love for their child.
When Rourke finished, Milo had settled, having cried himself to sleep in the other man's arms. As he usually did when this happened.
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whumper-dumps · 2 years
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Whumpee, locked inside a cage, listening to fire alarms go off and smoke fill the basement. Shaking, terrified of their fate. Forced to watch fire creep down the wooden stairs. Praying to whatever god they believe in that they’ll die from the lack of oxygen before the flames can touch their body.
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that-one-digi · 11 months
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i love. tf2!
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no i don't have a fave merc. not at all.
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yszarin · 2 months
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The Witches of Angel's Rise
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dimensionsfae · 5 months
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It all started at the Hayloft.
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dreamlostdevourer · 1 year
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A Very Helpful Angelic Hand
The newest angel girl at my small refuge?
She's a bit too driven.
A bit too purposeful.
Too impulsively helpful.
Now, I know that doesn't sound like a curse or a problem, but. A driven angelic doll can do the silliest things in the name of helping. And we like to try and iron out the misfires in that reflex.
Anyhow, she had just arrived, newly minted, her halo not even past it's first molt.
The usual whirlwind tour, some polite bowcurtsies, some pleasantries, a few shared looks of concern, nothing unusual.
She didn't even flinch when she met the demons and the void dolls, their polite smiles and her earnest ears made it easy for them to be friends.
And she was fine. It seemed like she was adjusting okay enough.
She had the usual stumbles, 'helping' us with cooking, smiling with oblivious destructive cheerfulness as her angelic flames charred the veggies. Or calling down the sky fires on a stain.
Just Angel Things, I guess.
We focused on those overreactions first, and she seemed to understand she wasn't in trouble or misbehaving, just that she was ill equipped.
Always smiling, always listening, sometimes even learning.
Really, it was more than we hoped for! It really seemed like we had gotten through to her, but. Yeah, always a but with my stories.
We awoke to the doors in our house slamming open, then shut. It's not that unusual, with our menagerie of- Well, dolls who were no longer wanted.
Anyways, after the third lap of door slamming, I lumbered out of bed and made my way to the noisy doors, in the kitchen.
And there she was, the new girl running about. She ran off before I could stop her.
A glass of water in each hand, all the clean glasses lined up on the counter...
Shit. Gotta teach her this lesson. I hate this lesson.
Relaxed my frown into a smile, and sat down, waiting for her return. It didn't take long, and was hard to miss, what with the doors slapping open and shut.
And our poor angel, disheveled, rambling, panicked, wings and halo sparking with savior impulses. It took a minute to decipher, but her adrenaline fueled rambling told the story.
She had seen a fire in the distance, and set out to help, she wanted to prove herself useful and good, after all. So she grabbed what she could, and flew out to fight the fire!
A noble impulse, but this was a genuine inferno, a four alarm fire, a goddamn high rise engulfed in a terrifying blaze. And our angel flew out there, two glasses of water clutched in her hand, just to throw them at the fire.
She was so proud.
Her hands were slightly burned, her face and clothing speckled with soot, the fringes of her wings were charred, and her halo shone brighter than ever.
As softly as I could, I took her hands in mine, and helped her to a stool, just to get her off her feet.
"I know you're trying to help dear, but, you don't have the right tools."
Her face twisted in disappointment, then fear, then anger, but she gripped my hands so tight, I could tell she wanted to scream protests. I don't blame her for being upset, she was just doing what she thought was best.
It took us a bit to calm her down, I had to get one of her new friends, a wizard doll, to help her break out of the panic spiral. But it worked, we got her to understand that she was endangering herself, and maybe others. There were better ways to respond to the fire, and we could teach her.
She choked back a sob, a dread panic in her eyes. I grabbed her shoulder firmly, trying to reassure.
"You're still good enough, starshine! I know you want to do good, to help no matter what-"
She slumped forward into me, and I caught her in an impromptu hug. Over my shoulder, the wizard doll droned out chimes.
"Dear Doll. Using the right tool for the job? That is our job." The angel girl simply rocked in my arms, but she listened as the wizard spoke more "I can teach you about fires. Controlling. Culling. Creating."
With uncanny casualness, a slender, dull rod manifested in the air, thrumming with unreality.
"And you must learn how to find the right tool."
And our angel? She started sobbing, thrashing, wailing. She said all sorts of nasty untruths about herself, about us, about the world.
So we sat with her.
It took another hour or so for her to calm down, but she seemed to understand now. I'm not looking forward to having to reinforce this, but it's better in the long term.
Someone taught her she was useless, a useless helper, and that she has to constantly be proving herself as useful, faithful, powerful, or loved.
And when it was too much for her new owner?
She got thrown away.
And someone has to save the dolls that were thrown away.
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