#tw fire references

[snadom]

Dragon Injury Reference

[More like speculation than ‘reference,’ but i did research for this. I always recommend doing your own research, too]

WINGS [Specifically webbed/bat wings] - Wings are FULL of blood vessels, and will probably bleed a surprising amount if cut or punctured. These sorts of injuries heal can without much treatment, even if a large amount of the wing membrane is missing - Fractures of the wing should be splinted, and put into a wing wrap/sling - A dragon missing a wing wouldn’t be able to fly again, except with an extremely advanced prosthetic. Lots of small movements. Also having to get used to the weight difference -An aesthetic prosthetic could still be used to combat lopsided-ness, but would be bigger and more unwieldy than other sorts of prosthetics

MISSING LIMBS - A three-legged dragon would be able to walk and run normally, once they get used to the shifted centre of mass and balancing on only three legs - Arthritis IS more common because of the extra pressure on the remaining joints. Would be worse for heavier dragons - Wings could probably be used to balance/support body, if they’re large enough to touch the ground - Missing just the tip of the tail probably wouldn’t affect much, but larger portions WOULD as that’s a lot of body mass to suddenly lose - Tails also help with balance when running and steering when flying, so a dragon might trouble getting used to the difference

HORNS - Horns are have a core of bone covered with a sheath of keratin, and never shed. They are difference from antlers, which are pure bone and do shed. - The tip of a horn is solid keratin, and will not bleed. Could be sanded or filed down for aesthetic purposes, but otherwise not a big concern - Closer to the base WILL bleed, and should be treated accordingly. - Horns will regrow over several months or a year, but closer to the base they may not regrow at all. Deformation upon regrowing is also common

MISC - Some reptiles can get Metabolic Bone Disease [MBD] from lack of sunlight/uvb.  This causes the bones to weaken, which increases the likelihood of fractures and can make the legs/tail/spine crooked, among other things. In WoF specifically, I head-canon Rainwings, Leafwings, and Sandwings are susceptible to this. - Scales over a healed injury may be smaller and irregular. Also takes a little bit for the scales to grow back in the first place - running out of juice for this but. something something infection of whatever organ produces fire/breath weapon. Think that’d be neat.

#wof #wings of fire #dragon #The other day I was rping a dragon with a wing injury and realized I didn't know what that'd look like #so thats what this is about #made with wings of fire in mind but can be used as a general reference #tw injury #tw amputation

[qtubbo]

I really don’t like this article at all but at least the titles funny Tubbothan on the news moment

#They compare a controlled setting of a kitchen with fire exstinguser with fire alarms and sprinklers to setting off fireworks #Inside your house which was strange and also just insults streamers and talk about people being upset with him #When most people just found it funny #Tubbo #tubbathon #Also countines to refer to it as an uninspired challenge born from being live too long #Which was just unnecessary #tw fire

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Blue and Fire Engine Red #3

TW: reference/depiction of school shooting (no onscreen deaths)

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Kara’s choice of bar proves to be the perfect opposite of the bright and open firehouse. Its dim ambience feels cozy, and the low light helps ground her, letting her release some of the bravado that fueled the sexually charged tit for tat she’s been firing towards Lena. She hopes tonight will be something more than that. 

Of course, that doesn’t keep Kara’s insides from positively melting when Lena walks in the door. She looks positively pedestrian out of uniform, in a loose muscle tank layered over a snug tank top, and her jeans even snugger. But her gaze glints when it finds Kara in the small two person booth towards the back. Kara’s chosen a relatively isolated corner– not to hide, but rather from a desire to not share the woman who slides in across from her.

“Glad you found the place okay,” Kara greets, grinning. 

“Yeah, you kind of forgot to mention that it was literally underground.” Lena wrinkles her nose when Kara’s grin widens puckishly. “Fink.”

Kara laughs. “Let’s just say it makes for a good conversation starter.”

An arch brow answers her. “So you bring girls here a lot then.”

“Uhhmm…”

Pink lips soon soften into a teasing grin. “Relax. I’m joking.”

Releasing a sigh, Kara lets her shoulders relax. Before she can say anything, a waiter appears to take their drink orders. 

“The first of a few, I hope,” the girl says brightly. She turns towards Lena first. “Your usual, Lena?”

Green eyes twinkle at Kara in the low light, clearly enjoying the way Kara’s mouth falls open. She’s been had.

“That would be lovely,” Lena returns. 

The server nods, then turns to Kara. “And what can I get you?” 

Kara tries not to frown. “Rum and coke,” she grumbles dejectedly. “And onion rings.”

“Excellent choice! Your drinks will be out momentarily, but the rings will take a few minutes. Is that okay?”

Lena nods, giving the girl a winning smile. “That’s totally fine, Jess,” she purrs. “We’ll be here for a while.”

Jess moves away to another table, leaving them to themselves. Kara glares at Lena, who shrugs with an abashed grin.

“I served with Jess’ brother.”

Ears pricking with interest, Kara leans forward. “Bartender?”

Lena blinks, then lifts an eyebrow. “Army.”

Kara’s eyes widen in surprise. “Oh! Wow, I didn’t even think… sorry. Medic?”

Lena nods with a hum.

“So if I talk to Jess’ brother, he’ll tell me about some daring rescue where you saved his life?”

Lena holds Kara’s light gaze for a long beat before looking down at her hands, folded on the table in front of her. “Not exactly.”

“Oh.” Kara’s stomach falls out from under her as she realizes the implication. Her cheeks start to burn. “Oh.”

There’s a long moment between them, and KAra is desperate to fill the silence.

“Thank you for your service—”

“Don’t,” Lena cuts in sharply. She takes a breath, only for it to huff out of her an instant later. “Can we talk about something else?”

Kara quickly nods. “Yeah, of course. I’m sorry–”

Jess returns then, delivering their drinks. Lena’s quiet murmur of “thanks” confirms how uncomfortable she is, and Kara kicks herself again and again for having wrecked the mood. The date has ground to a halt, she knows, and it’s her fault. Even so, she clings to hope when Lena tries to salvage the conversation.

“What about you?” Have you always wanted to be a cop?”

“Hah, well…” Kara gives a nervous smile. The short answer is no, not always. Long answer is… kinda dark, honestly.” 

To Kara’s surprise, Lena gives a dark chuckle. “Well aren’t we the pair,” she drawls. 

Kara feels some warmth creep back into her extremities. “I don’t mind talking about it though, if you don’t mind hearing it. If you’d rather not–”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with sharing is fine with me. It must be important if it led to you becoming a hero of law and order, so– I’d love to hear it. But no pressure.”

With a nod, Kara considers where to start. “Have you ever heard of Midvale High?” When Lena shakes her head, she continues. “Ten years ago there was a school shooting. Twenty-three students died. I was one of the survivors.”

Lena watches her solemnly, and though she seems content to simply listen, Kara lifts her hand to stave off any condolences or sympathy that might be heading her way. 

“It’s okay,” she promises. “I got all the therapy, and I got to a place I can comfortably talk about it. And you know, it was the usual story: kids are awful to one kid, kid gets depressed, then angry enough to do something about it. For us, that kid was Kenny Lee, and he was my best friend.”

That’s the most shocking part, for most people. Like she said, school shootings are tragically common, but rarely does anyone realize that the shooters might actually have a friend or two.

“Kenny was a good kid– quiet, smart… he just had the wrong combination of interests, or maybe he just had the wrong face. I don’t know. The others were just… cruel. And no one did anything about it. Until one day Kenny did.”

“Did he hurt you?” Lena asks quietly. 

Kara shakes her head. “No. No, he… he started in the cafeteria. I usually eat with Kenny, but he missed the first half of the day, so I ate in the bathroom that day.” She wasn’t well-liked either, so eating alone in the cafeteria always gave her enough anxiety to avoid the place.

“But I heard it. The gunfire… all that cement and linoleum… it echoes, you know? I bunkered down in the bathroom as best I could. When the shooting paused, I heard the police sirens. I thought… I didn’t know if they’d find me where I was, so when I thought it was safe, I crept into the hallway.”

Her heart had stopped when she’d recognized the back of Kenny’s head at the end of the hall. She’d gasped, and he’d whirled, lifting the weapon in his hands. When locked eyes, the rage in Kenny’s gaze had shocked her, but a moment later it gave way to apathy.

“Kara….”

“NCPD, put the gun down!”

The sound of a new voice startled them both. The rifle Kenny held jerked, and Kara’s whole body flinched. But Kenny didn’t put the gun down. 

“Y-you’re going to have to kill me,” he stuttered. Kara stared at him. He looked like her friend, but there were bloody footprints behind him, and his pants were spattered with blood and… brain matter, Kara realized in horror. Her best friend had stood over someone and shot them in the head.

Trembling, Kara’s gaze bounced between Kenny and the officer who had spoken. The officer was small, barely taller than Kara, but exuded calm authority even as Kenny hefted the gun higher against his shoulder. It was too heavy, Kara realized. He wasn’t used to the weight.

“We don’t want to do that,” the officer said. Her tone was cool and clear, traveling easily down the corridor. “My name’s Officer Grant. What’s yours?”

“K-Kenny,” he stammered. Sweat beaded and slid down his forehead. 

Officer Grant nodded. There was a shuffle of footsteps as more officers moved into a formation behind her. Kenny’s finger curled around the trigger, but Officer Grant lifted her hand to both put him at ease and to tell her people to hold off.

“I’m sure you have reasons for what’s happened today,” she said. “And I’m sure they feel like good ones. But no one else needs to get hurt today.”

“Yes they do!” Kenny snapped back into his rage, his features warping back into an unfamiliar mask. “He– he wasn’t there! I have to– he deserves–” His gaze locked on Kara, imploring her to understand. “He wasn’t there, Kara!”

Kara’s heart stopped. She knew exactly who he meant. Jake. The worst of them all. Kenny wanted– he was hunting. But there’d been so much gunfire already– how many people did Kenny hurt instead? Her vision wobbled, and for the first time she realized she was crying. 

“Everything feels so big right now,” Officer Grant continued. “I have a son, and his emotions get so big, he just doesn’t know what to do with it. This may have felt like the only way, Kenny, but it’s not.”

“B-but… I…” Kenny sounded small again.

“You still have decisions to make, Kenny. You’re making one now– you haven’t hurt Kara.”

Kenny looked at her, tears of his own streaming down his face. “She– she’s my–” He shook his head. “She doesn’t deserve to die.”

“There are a lot of other people who don’t deserve it either. A lot of families who don’t deserve to have dinner without their kids. Your parents don’t deserve to lose their son.”

His resolve wavers. He hitches the gun again, but from exhaustion rather than ire. “I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.”

“You can choose to put the gun down, Kenny,” Officer Grant pushed gently, sensing the ground she’s gained. To Kara’s surprise, the officer’s focus shifts to her for a pointed moment before returning to Kenny. “Kara doesn’t deserve to watch you die.”

Kara’s throat locked then. She stared at Kenny, desperate. “Please, Kenny,” she croaked. Kenny didn’t look at her. “Kenny, PLEASE!”

Her legs almost gave out when he looked at her, his despair palpable. Kara knew in that moment he’d planned to die that day; the alternative would be years in prison, maybe an entire lifetime. Kara didn’t know what she would choose either. 

After a long, tense moment, Kenny exhaled shakily before taking a step back. He knelt. Leaning forward, he’d slid the rifle across the floor away from him before interlocking his fingers behind his head. Before Kara could blink, officers swarmed Kenny, locking his handcuffs on his wrists and confiscating the rifle. 

Officer Grant, though, came to Kara. 

“Are you okay, Kara?”

An avalanche of sobs came crashing out of Kara, and Officer Grant opened her arms and held Kara as she crumbled.

“Officer Grant talked Kenny down,” Kara continues, blinking her way back to the low-lit bar. Lena waits on the other side of the booth, her features patient and calm. Kara offers a small, quiet smile. “She talked him down, by talking to him. Not as a monster, but as a person. Her compassion won out over his anger, and it saved lives.”

Lena reaches across the table, clasping Kara’s in hers. Her thumbs rub soft circles against Kara’s skin, further grounding her back in the present. “She inspired you.”

Kara turns her hand, letting her palm settle fully in Lena’s. “She did. A few years later, she was the one who gave me my badge. Literally. Her signature is on my graduation certificate.”

“I bet she remembered you.”

“She did,” Kara confirms. Then she snorts, dispelling the somber mood. “Not that it won me any favors. In fact, I was pretty sure she hated me right up until she pinned my badge on my chest.”

Lena laughs. “Oh, man, I could spend days telling you about basic. The worst.”

Kara squeezes the hand in hers, giving a genuine smile. “I look forward to it. But first…”

She pauses when she sees Jess heading towards them with a basket of food in her hands.

“Onion rings!”

#supercorp #blue and fire engine red #tw school shooting reference #no onscreen death #a little angsty #but still a first date! #the important bits are there #plus world building!

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

Buck tries to go to both Chim & Maddie's Bachelor/ette parties even though they're on at exactly the same time across town from each other. He gets a taxi back and forth 27 Dresses style. Buck gets progressively more bedraggled looking as the night goes on (but no-one really notices because they're all pretty tipsy). The burn on his trouser leg is from when he was running back to one of the parties' and tried to vault over an open fire pit outside the restaurant. And one of the times when he gets back to Chim's he full on collides with Eddie (who might've started to wonder where the heck Buck's been rushing off to & come outside to find him but shh) & they go tumbling onto the grass- Eddie spills an entire bottle of wine over his shirt (hence taking it off) and Buck's suit leg.

#i hope someone gets the 27 Dresses reference skss #just a fun lil spec! #based on the bts photos #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 spoilers #911 spec #911 speculation #911 abc #911 #9-1-1 #911 on abc #merthurians prat and idiot #tw alcohol mention #tw fire mention #tw drunk mention

[automatonknight]

whatever. btw here's dave (it/he/byte/bite) i drew for my art fight icon except not comically scrunched

#he's my robotsona :] at least for now. my sonas tend to kind of just become ocs #but byte is cool. i need to draw byte a reference aaah #art #i know i mentioned it before but i'm komputer on af :3 #fire tw

[corvid-feathers]

You should talk about your wof ocs :3

oh boy I got so excited to share my characters that I wrote a short story that takes place at the very beginning of my oc's lore. I'll put the character references at the end

Queen Treefrog was a young rainwing Queen, she had been in power for two weeks when she started acting odd. Leopard, a half nightwing dragonet was the first to notice the change. Treefrog had started doing things that just, didn’t make sense. She assigned battle training to the rainwing school lessons…claiming it was for the good of the tribe. Despite the fact that the rainwings have been at peace with all other tribes for longer than Leopard could remember. 

She looked a bit off too, as if a different shade of blue than normal…but everyone told him that she was the same colors and that Leopard must just not remember it right. She had a new scar even though she’d never got into any fights. Leopard could swear her patterns were different!

No matter how many differences Leopard pointed out, nobody believed him. The rainwings assumed the young hybrid was just paranoid. Leopard felt like he was going crazy, something was wrong and nobody else noticed! He decided to follow the Queen that night. She often left to patrol the rainforest at sundown. It proved difficult since he was unable to change his scale color, luckily the sunset helped him stick to the shadows. 

His little spy mission led him to a rather hard to find clearing. There was the Queen, standing in front of a corpse. Whoever it was had clearly decomposed a bit, Leopard had to fight his urge to gag. He couldn’t tell who it was. After a few moments Treefrog started to leave the clearing. As his Queen left curiosity flooded Leopard’s mind, he wanted to know who the dead rainwing was. Was it a criminal? Competition for the throne? Someone Treefrog just didn’t like?  Upon closer inspection, he froze. 

Lying dead in front of Leopard’s own eyes, was Queen Treefrog.

Queen Treefrog's reference

The faker's reference

Leopard's reference

#wof #art #wof art #digital art #wings of fire #my art #wof oc #my art <3 #my artwork #oc artwork #oc reference #wof ocs #oc story #short story #oc lore #tw death #oc death #written works #my ocs are my babies #Leopard is not having a good time #neither is Queen Treeforg #or at least what's left of her

[scuddish]

ALEX WINTER as MARKO THE LOST BOYS 1987 | dir. Joel Schumacher

#no way they referred to marko as the little one that's so disrespectful LMAO #HIS PONYTAIL? AN ERA? #the lost boys 1987 #thelostboysedit #the lost boys marko #MARKO #*scuddish.gif #scuddishhalloween2022 #alex winter #alexwinteredit #tw flashing #cw flashing #tw blood #cw blood #tw fire #cw fire #characters #favorites #mine #2022 favorites #vampires

[westeroslive]

with  the  castamere’s  success,  something  green  and  ugly  blooms  within  the  hearts  of  many.  the  last  of  her  family,  the  last  of  this  generation  that  would  be  allowed  within  the  dragonpits  for  their  chance  to  claim  a  dragon,  and  yet  not  the  last  valyrian  of  her  generation.  no,  so  many  stand  amidst  the  crowd  watching  as  the  burnt  emerald  creature  landed  ahead  of  them,  torn  silver  wings  propelling  it  forward,  with  long  trampled  envy  revving  up  within  them.

  still,  the  party  carries  on  and  the  envious  remain  silent  in  their  anger  -  some  considering  speaking  upon  it,  others  preparing  to  push  it  back  down  -  and  three,  putting  a  plot  into  action.

  a  trio  enters  the  pits,  but  only  one  survives  them.

  the  first  holds  within  him  the  feeling  of  entitlement  -  for  he  knows  what  he  deserves  and  will  get  it  no  matter  the  cost.  he  had  long  ago  been  refused  even  the  chance  to  request  entrance  into  the  pits,  and  in  the  time  that  had  passed  since  he’d  let  the  envy  thicken  and  rot  until  it  had  fought  against  his  ability  to  see  reason  in  the  face  of  the  castamere  maiden’s  success.  his  entrance  into  the  pits,  flanked  on  either  side  by  a  friend  and  a  protector  respectfully,  is  marked  by  no  applause  as  has  been  done  early  that  very  day.  instead  there  is  quiet,  only  the  soft  echoes  of  rustling  deep  within. 

the  further  they  enter,  the  more  determined  one  becomes,  the  more  unsure  the  next  and  the  more  vigilant  the  third.    

  the  torches  in  hand  grow  vital,  for  how  dark  the  tunnels  become  with  even  the  hints  of  daylight  gone  from  within  them.  a  noise  ahead,  voices,  mark  their  change  in  route  -  taking  a  path  more  maintained  than  the  others.  at  its  end  lies  a  serpentine  creature  of  spiny  azure  scales  and  burned  crimson  accents,  fast  asleep  within  its  place.  their  movement  casts  the  light  of  the  torches  upon  it  and  its  broad  body,  unweathered  by  time  -  reveals  ridged  horns.  their  movement  does  more  than  reveal  it  -  waking  the  youthful  beast  as  it  casts  its  large  silver  eyes  upon  the  trio.

  while  two  step  back  from  it’s  gaze  -  the  first  is  presumptuous,  foolhardy  in  his  beliefs  of  his  divine  right  to  claim  a  dragon.  he  moves  closer  -  hand  reached  out  to  at  long  last  lay  flesh  to  scaled  beast.  

  fire  cannot  kill  a  dragon,  but  the  first  -  the  lord  jacaerys  velaryon  -  is  no  dragon.  perhaps  in  another  life  he  might’ve  been,  but  the  blood  within  his  veins  carries  the  salt  of  the  oceans  -  not  the  brimstone  of  his  ancestors.   thus,  when  the  great  beast's  jaw  opens  -  flames  bursting  forth  -  he  stands  not  a  chance  against  it.

  in  the  end  all  that  remains  of  the  jacaerys  velaryon  is  the  signet  ring  of   valyrian  steel  that  had  belonged  to  the  ruling  lords  of  the  driftmark  for  generations. 

  the  second  can  only  stand  in  abject  horror  and  watch  as  the  flames  grow  close,  biting  at  them  and  scorching  their  flesh.  their  pained  screams  echo  off  the  walls  -  yet  the  lord  garlan  rowan  does  not  die.

  but  the  third’s  pursuit  was  not  so  self  righteous  -  for  they  held  no  vision  of  their  divine  right  by  blood  to  the  dragons  or  desire  to  accompany  their  friend  in  this  task.  while  they’d  accompanied  the  others  with  pretty  words,  their  great  weapon  carried  with  them  with  promises  to  protect  their  companions  should  the  dragons  prove  dangerous,  they’d  held  in  their  mind  a  daring  (  if  potentially  fatal  )  plot  and  the  velaryon’s  death  would  only  prove  their  motif.  

it’s  almost  a  mercy  killing  when  they  cast  blade  to  flesh  -  for  how  they  can  bear  to  hear  the  lord  garlan’s  cries  no  longer  -  and  he’d  never  survive  the  trip  to  a  maester.  

  mark  slashing  young  lord's  throat  is  jagged  -  imperfectly  perfect  as  it  resembles  sharp  claws  of  the  winged  serpent  -  calculated  on  behalf  of  the  last  standing  of  the  trio.  the  young  boy  just  a  casualty  of  war  against  the  dragonlords,  the  seed  that  will  plant  a  rebellion  and  bring  forth  a  new  dawn,  sacrifices  are  needed  -  and  the  third  will  not  martyr  themself,  not  when  other's  fit  in  their  grand  scheme.

  member  of  the  queensguard  will  be  the  last  offering  to  the  gods,  sanguine  staining  the  stones  of  the  dragonpit  deep  crimson,  their  screams  of  pain  are  heard  over  the  festivities  ⸺  screeches  cut  through  the  bone  that  it  summons  guests  to  view  the  spectactle.  and  all  his  fellow  soldiers  will  find  is  his  half  -  eaten  body,  and  his  valyrian  steel  sword  piercing  through  the  dragon's  heart.  instant  kill,  last  act  of  defiance  before  he  is  beheaded  in  the  most  gruesome  way  possible  (  it's  you  and  me  he  decided  when  the  talons  wrapped  around  frame  ).  a  hero's  death,  finally  recognition  beyond  the  grave  ⸻  what  a  lie,  oh  what  a  lie  whispers  number  three  as  they  enjoy  their  wine.

  little  birds  -  sneaky  creatures,  slithering  swift  like  the  reptilian  creatures  lurking  in  the  crevices  of  the  pit,  have  already  informed  the  master  of  whisperers  of  the  events  in  the  darkness  away  from  the  blue  skies.  disclosed  reports  overheard  by  servants  as  rumours  start  to  form,  everyone  knows  everything  but  no  one  knows  the  truth  -  her  highness  the  queen  has  no  other  choice  but  to  set  matters  straight.  an  unfortunate  accident  of  a  too  cavalier  lord  trying  to  claim  what  is  not  his  by  birthright  -  a  heroic  knight  of  her  own  queensguard  saving  the  day,  and  a  half  grown  boy  who  only  wanted  to  please  his  friend,  there  was  nothing  that  could  be  done.  the  valyrian  steel  signet  ring,  she  gives  to  the  family  of  her  fallen  guard  -  token  of  appreciation  for  his  heroic  deed,  trying  to  save  an  innocent  and  a  traitor  against  the  crown.  for  the  queen,  all  matters  were  now  resolved  ⸻  not  for  her  trustworthy  councilors.

OUT  OF  CHARACTER:  THE  CLAIMING

a  popular  vote  within  small  council  led  to  the  queen's  decision  to  continue  the  celebrations  in  honor  of  lady  margaery  -  the  hand  of  the  queen  and  his  wife,  however,  retreated  to  their  personal  tower  in  the  castle.  her  highness  the  queen  then  announced  the  news  of  the  events  but  word  had  already  started  to  spread,  meaning  some  nobles  might  have  heard  whispers  from  the  shadows  already.  after  her  speech  mourning  the  loss  of  lives  and  praising  her  queensguard  for  saving  the  day,  she  retreats  to  her  own  quarters.  the  feast  continues  alas  in  a  more  somber  atmosphere  as  the  guests  dwindle  down  -  the  death  of  multiple  nobles  too  upsetting  to  stomach,  many  eye  the  newly  -  claimed  dragon  warily  -  afraid  to  be  the  next  dragon  snack.  

with  this  our  event  concludes,  old  threads  can  continue  with  no  reference  to  these  events.  any  new  threads  must  be  post  -  plot  drop  reveal  as  life  continues  in  the  light  of  the  deaths  of  lord  velaryon,  lord  garlan,  the  queensguard,  and  the  dragon.    

keep  your  eyes  open  on  the  npc  blog,  we  will  be  treating  you  guys  to  the  final  pièce  de  résistance  of  the  claiming  ...  a  showdown  of  the  ages.

#westeros.event #westeros.claiming #can you spot the references to: #3 + flop era + signet ring #alex said post so i did #tw death #tw murder #tw fire #tw burned alive #tw eaten alive

[dinodogs]

Eh wasn't sure I was gonna post this but why not. Doodle based on the Ruby gets Fucking Tortured scene

#my art #blood tw #ruby rose #rwby #wings of fire #wof #mostly to practice backgroungs from reference and lighting

[jeweledstone]

Finally started working on updating references for my characters from The Hallways

Starting off with Fury, the hotheaded Red Gaurdian! :D

#ocs #oc #the hallways #original story #reference art #my art #fire TW

[she-wolf-of-highgarden]

Sometimes I wonder if we give Martin a little too much credit, especially when we talk about the girls and women of ASoIaF. Don’t get me wrong, they are good characters. They are. But do I think 1996 Martin sat down and decided to write stories for women that really deconstructed or analyzed what it meant to be a woman? No, not really. He certainly could have decided to go that route by now since its been 20-some odd years later and there is a set up for it, but I doubt that is what was going down in 1996 when he started.

Arya is a really good example of this. There is meta on top of meta about how important class is and how it plays into how women are treated in Westeros. All of that is valid. And it is there in the text. But I don’t think Martin was thinking in-depth when he had Arya cook. I don’t think he thought about when she looked after Weasel either. It was just something that she would be doing. 

And it is similar to the interactions with the sex workers. We see commentary on how sex workers are treated in this world, but it never really comes from Arya or other women. Which is weird considering the fact Arya interacts with the girls at The Peach, becomes friends with Merry and her girls, is probably going to frame the woman on the dock for murder in Mercy I in TWoW and has some fascination with the Courtesans (still weird she’s in Braavos and doesn’t going looking for other water dancers to watch). I understand that because she is 11, there is only so much Arya is going to think about but you have great commentary in her chapters about class and survival and the horror of war in her chapters that isn’t explicitly said. Why can’t the same be done here? 

#Arya Stark #I think we all need to remember who the author is #this man referred to Dany as a hot chick riding dragons #tw sex work #does that need a tw? #A Song of Ice and Fire #asoiaf #valyrian scrolls #asoiaf meta #mini meta

[shadydirt]

Finally got around to the v9 teaser and. I have some thoughts. All about the exact same scene nothing else

#rwby9 #rwby spoilers #By the way my actual analysis of the scene of Jaune: #He isn’t going to the bad guys the fire is a reference to them but more on a level of Jaune thinking he’s as bad as them. #The blood on his armor is likely symbolic of penny’s blood being on his hands. #And the lack of eyes through the helmet is probably a reference to him being closed off this volume #maybe even unable to look the others in the eye. #I just also like the idea of evil Jaune. As a treat #jaune arc #mercury black #caduceus #ruby rose #and the others yk #rwby #rwby jaune #rwby mercury #rwby caduceus #rwby ruby #blood #tw blood

[akaikami-cherryblossom]

From a conversation with a friend

#has this been done before? idk. oh well #my homemade memes #also for future reference this came from a conversation about Kenshi Yonezu having so much autistic rizz #fire #fire tw #tw fire

[fandomtransmandom]

Bearded Conan Laughing🧡

Me, when confronted with the glorious resurgence of Conan's beard🥵

#conan o'brien #conan o'brien needs a friend #jane fonda episode for reference #my gifs. #love to see him laughing🥰 #team coco #ginger smokeshow #you know what they say: snow on the mountain. fire down below🔥 #tw blacking out mentioned

[dontjudgemeimawriter]

Day 19: Hot Chocolate

Here’s today’s snippet for Flufftober. Today’s prompt is: Hot Chocolate and comes from @flufftober's prompt list.

I’m using the characters from Syndicate. These scenes are non-canon and written simply to practice with lighter content. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future responses for this event!

I'm very excited about this-- I feel like I'm back with the actually cute scenes that I've been doing. This is one of those scene i can see worming its way into the story... and, the original oh-so-diffrent story this story was born from had hot chocolate as an important symbol, so having a lil scene with hot chocolate feel like it pays homage to that history and warms my heart.

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Raymond sat his stuff down on a couch in the back of the cafe, next to the fireplace. He shed his coat, hat, and scarf. “I’ll order. Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured to the couch.

“Okay,” I said. He’d dropped his stuff on the side of the couch closest to us, the side farther from the fireplace. I sat down next to it, on the side closest to the fireplace, and started to take off my gloves and hat.

The warmth of the fire hit the back of my hand and I hesitated. I looked at the fire, really acknowledging it for the first time since entering. Behind a black metal gray, the flames flickered, leaping up, reaching for the chimney above it.

I kept my jacket on and lay y hand over my lap so it didn’t feel the heat. But it was warm in here, partially due to the fire next to me, and I was starting to sweat under my coat. I could feel it around my hairline. I looked at the fire in the fireplace again.

Forget it. I turned, gathered Raymond’s coat and things, and switched spots. Took off my jacket. From here, it was still warm, but from the circulation of air around the cafe, not the radiation of the flames.

“Hey,” Raymond was back. He didn’t comment on me switching seats. He was carrying two mugs piled with whipped cream. He gave me a smile and sat down next to me, passing me a mug.

“Oh, I wanted coffee,” I said, taking the mug anyway in case he let go and it fell everywhere.

“I know.”

“I should have said,” I muttered just as he did, but on that, I shot him an annoyed look, exaggerating it.

“It’s too late to have coffee. And it’s the perfect weather for hot chocolate.”

Coffee was also a warm drink, I felt like pointing out. I stared at the mug. The swirl of whipped cream hid the drink itself. Powdered chocolate was sprinkled over it, and a peppermint stick stuck out of it. “I haven’t had hot cocoa in forever.”

“Not cocoa. Chocolate.” Raymond leaned against the arm of the couch, facing me. He gave me a smile.

“What’s the difference?”

“Cocoa is powder and hot water. This,” he took a sip, closing his eyes as he did, an expression of deep satisfaction coming over him, topped with a whipped-cream mustache. “Is hot chocolate.”

I didn’t get it, but I didn’t say anything, because that whipped-cream mustache looked very silly and I wanted to laugh, so instead I just took a drink. After the pile of whipped cream, in came warm, creamy liquid chocolate.

I paused, letting the chocolate taste absorb. “Okay. I see the difference.”

“So good, right?”

“Very good.” I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand to remove any whipped cream. Raymond took another long sip. I tried not to watch him, but I was hoping he’d just reinforce the whipped-cream mustache.

He licked his lips and set the mug down. “If you really want coffee I can get you some. Or a latte.”

I lifted the mug to my lips and sucked away some of the whipped cream, then picked up the peppermint stick. The part that was in the hot chocolate was almost completely melted, with just a long thing line of white poking out of it. “It’s good. This is good.”

“Good. Glad you like it.” He smiled and touched his upper lip, indicating that I had some on mine. Hypocrite. I wiped it off, then took another drink. He used his to stir the drink a bit, though given how mine had looked I doubted it was very effective. “Mom used to take Mika and I here a lot. The hot chocolate was the best part.”

I didn’t say that returning to places he’d gone regularly in childhood was a bad idea. Instead, I took another, long sip, and just looked around. “Sounds nice,” I said. It was cozy here.

“It was nice,” he agreed. “It’s always felt like the perfect place to go when it’s cold. Warm drinks, warm fire…”

I looked away, focused on taking a drink. Admittedly, I enjoyed that sip less.

Raymond tapped his mug. “I shouldn’t’ve sat us here. I’m sorry.”

I swallowed. I didn’t want him to apologize, to feel guilty. Hadn’t wanted him to notice.

“It was just where I always used to sit, and I was happy it was free,” he said, looking sheepish and taking another sip.

I put both hands on the mug, studying it as I turned to face him. “It’s okay. You’re right. It’s comfortable here. Thank you for bringing me, and thanks for the hot chocolate. I love it.”

A look of relief washed over him. “You’re sure?”

“Completely sure,” I smiled. I finished off my hot chocolate, and took a deep breath, breathing in the warm air that smelled of chocolate and of fire, and I enjoyed the former and didn’t mind the latter.

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@puzzleddragon02

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#flufftober #flufftober2022 #i try to write fluff challenge #day 19 #syndicate #my writing #rayran #tw fire #tw trauma #bc there's subtle-ish references to it #look. I can't avoid some trauma. it's terran. #terran #raymond #oh but callback to Thick as Thieves! they'd be in Jumping Bean which I mention in that scene #made up in that scene and then used as a setting here. guess it exists now #Another reason Raymond is Me: passionate belief that hot cocoa and hot chocolate are very different things #god I want some good hot chocolate now. I love the cafe I work at but our hot chocolate isn't the greatest imo #it is actually hot chocolate though #oh my god I can edit tags now wtf

[mushroom-for-art]

Mud used transform!

#my art #my oc #Mud the mew #HORNSE!!! #WHO CAUSED SO MANY PROBLEMS #Not even normal drawing issues just background issues XD #Fire is purple like muds fur not because shiny #Took inspiration from Akoya how her transforms are shiny Muds incorpret display bones #So his forms are fucky as a treat #He just a snarly fick #Drawn him like 4 times and like 3 outta 4 snarling XD #Very proud of rapidash one #Tw bones #I used armor and stuff as reference /ideas #Me and my bad backgrounds XD #Rapidash #Lucario