#Death by Fire

[maleyanderecafe]

Death by Fire (Visual Novel)

Created by: V0dka

Genre: Horror/Romance

Death by Fire has some nice art, and an interesting concept though there isn't too much as of now considering it's a demo. The main character, Arson not only has a cool name but a cool design with a half mask. If you are interested in this game, you can find more out at @deathbyfirevn.

The story starts out with the MC waking up. They seem really tired and grumbling as their boss has called them. They decide to go buy some groceries, being served by a nice cashier. As they go up the stairs to their apartment, they come across some graffiti welcoming them home before getting knocked out. Upon waking up, they find that they are tied to a chair, with an animated TV show playing in the background. Someone states that it was a show that the MC liked when they were younger and as the MC looks at him, they see a man with a mask and some blood on his face. They can either ask about the blood or why he kidnapped them.

If the MC asks about why they did this, they will seem disappointed that they don't remember him, even though the MC has absolutely no recollection of him. Whereas if the MC talks about he blood, he will state that he cut the limbs off of a man who was trailing outside of their house. He will then state that he is taking care of the MC now, all of their eating, drinking etc. He will then ask if we like the TV show that is playing.

If we say yes, he will be happy whereas if we say no, then he will seem disappointed as we used to like this show in the past.

After which, he will attempt to loosen the ropes where we can either attack him or stay obedient. Attacking him will lead to knocking him over, however he will be able to grab hold of their ankle. He is unhappy, stating how happy he was when he first was able to see them again after so long, however, in displeased by the results. Staying obedient will lead to him introducing himself as Arson and him stating that he will have to buy somethings tomorrow before the MC falls asleep.

So as I said, fairly short. The story mostly follows the MC being annoyed before being otherwise kidnapped by Arson, though we do get to learn more about him through his appearance and his relationship with the MC. Arson seems to have known the MC from the past, though we don't know how or why, and based on his appearance probably had some injuries to the left side of his face, probably due to fire (considering his name is Arson and the title of this game). We also see that he has bandages on his arms so it's possible that he might self harm or that those too are injuries from said fire. Based on the cartoon that he plays, it's likely that Arson and the MC met when they were really small, so it's likely one of those childhood friends that the MC no longer remembers. I am curious about how Arson was able to kidnap the MC in the first place, since at least in our point of view we simply get knocked out before waking up to being tied to a chair. Still, it seems like the game will either be attempting to escape or enjoying the life of Arson taking care of us while being tied to a chair, either of which will likely lead to some interesting backstory between the two.

I will say that the art is very pretty, I like the design of Arson since there is a lot of intrigue to what happened to him from his mask to his mostly expressionless face to the bandages of his arms. He does a lot of good character design storytelling just from his design considering we don't know that much about whats happening in the game yet. The clerk also seems like she might be an important character (though it might just be that she's the only other character we've seen so far).

Over all though, a pretty short game, though an interesting premise. As I've said there's currently not much on it, but hopefully it becomes a fun game for everyone to play in the future.

[doze-233]

https://doze-233.itch.io/deathbyfire

🥺🥺finally!!!!!

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

Your time is up

Whumptober 2024, number 20: Emotional Angst, Giving Permission to Die, “It’s not your fault.”

FIRST time I’m actually writing something that does not end happy!! D= SORRY!! >.< The prompt of Emotional Angst is pretty much the main theme through it all! Be aware as you read!!

Summary: Sprite was courageous, caring and full of life. Time then again isolated himself at the ranch with the animals as the only ones he’d care about. When Sprite shattered at the day he lost his wife, Time was born. This is the story of that happening.

CW: Pain of losing, death by fire, death by sickness (fictional cancer), hurt but no comfort

Notion: - Part of my Ranch Family AU story - Sprite is Time’s name before he changes it. - Sprite / Time has lost his eye and has the scar over it but he does NOT have Fierce's markings yet. Those come later. - I have no idea of cancers and how those work. This is fictional cancer for fictional character. It does as I please. Sorry. - The Luck Bird = Siberian Jay

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Time screamed in rage as he punched the drawn target in the hay bale. He growled and screamed as he let his feelings out at the thing before him. He tore the hay and straws while ignoring the cuts and throbbing pain.

The one eyed male screamed in agony as he sagged to his knees. He was crying and wailing as the pain he felt within him was too much to suppress anymore. He just slumped and hid his face into his hand.

The soft neigh and gentle touch of Epona’s snout got him to turn his notion into her. “I’m sorry, girl.” He whispered while hugging her head and crying even harder. The mare gently laid down to the floor of the stable to be in better height for her caretaker to keep a hold of her. “She’s not coming back, girl. Malon’s gone.” He whispered with broken voice.

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“It’s not your fault.”

Malon’s words rang in Sprite’s head over and over again in daily basis. She had said them first time about six months ago. And yet, that gentle sentence did nothing to change the truth he knew.

He was at the fault. He had talked to the press. He had talked to the police. He had been at the news and shown the proof that was plainly seen in his body. He had finally been old enough to get people to believe him. He wasn’t a kid telling stories anymore. No, he had been young adult with certainty and a truth to be unearthed.

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“It’s not your fault.”

The words rang hollow and meaningless as he had stared at the news at that day. He had set things into motion. He had caused the orphanage to burn down to the ground. He had caused the death of the kids and his older brother. If he just hadn’t talked and given the proof that stood so painfully in his skin this wouldn’t have happened.

He had meant to be there. He had meant to go back to the orphanage and get his older brother out of there. He had promised that! He had promised to his older brother that he’d come back when he’d be old enough and he could bring the damn hell-hole to ground!

But he had asked for that situation to be postponed. He couldn’t follow the police and the people of the news to there. He couldn’t go and save his brother as Malon had fallen sick.

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“It’s not your fault.”

He felt like it was. He felt like he had been a bad omen. He felt like the ranch, Malon and her father had been too good to have. He had overstayed his welcome and this was the result.

The one eyed male couldn’t believe the words of comfort and assurances as he cried by Malon’s hospital bed. She had fallen sick only two days after he had talked to the press. The symptoms had come rough and cruel. He had rushed her to the hospital and she had been taken in on that second.

He had been pacing around the waiting hall while fearing for the worst. Cancer. That was what the doctors had told. It had already spread far and wide. The prognosis wasn’t good. The costs for the radiation therapy, surgery and meds would be high. And all he could do was to say two simple lines: “Do whatever it takes. Save her.”

Malon wasn’t happy of how much her hospital bill would end up being. Sprite kept telling he’d find a way to pay it all. All he could think of was to give her the best treatment and hope of surviving. It was all he could think of. They’d figure it out once she’d heal and return back home to the ranch.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Malon’s condition got worse the longer it took to find the cure. Sprite spend the days at the hospital right by her. He slept the nights on the floor, at the chair and on some rare occasion right next to her on the bed that wasn’t meant for two.

The one eyed male went to the ranch about three times a day to keep things well at there. He hated those moments as he desperately needed to be by his wife but he couldn’t leave Epona and the other animals unattended either. They deserved to know how things were going and that they were still cared of.

Sprite wished he could’ve brought Epona to the hospital to let Malon see her. Yet, the staff and the head of the hospital was NOT allowing such. And Malon wasn’t in the condition to leave the room or her bed. He wasn’t even capable of bringing any of the Cuccos over as the birds didn’t want to be carried. The only one small and quiet enough were the mice.

The small creatures were under their protection. The two of them had taught the small scurrying rodents to not go to specific areas. As long as the mice avoided the places which were meant for people’s food, a cat wouldn’t be brought in. It had taken its time but they had taught the little ones and made great friends of them.

The small mouse family did bring bit of joy into the Malon’s day but she started to be too weak and tired to do much of other than rest. Sprite felt like he had failed. That he had brought the help too late. He tried so hard to get Epona to be allowed to see Malon for one last time but he wasn’t given the rights.

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“It’s not your fault.”

Sprite shattered thoroughly about six months after the orphanage had burned down. The doctors finally gave up as they told they had tried everything but nothing had worked. There was no cure, no hope or a prayer left to try.

The one eyed male desperately searched and wished to see the Luck Bird but the small bird of silver and bronze stayed out of his sight and hearing. It never meant anything good when he didn’t find that small avian of salvation. As the days ticked away, he slowly had to start to understand that there wasn’t going to be a miracle to save Malon.

Sprite had tried everything he could come up with but nothing had been enough. He didn’t know if he just failed with everything or if he just was too late. Either way, the knowledge he gathered of the cancer, the cures he searched through the Internet, the calls and contacts he made… All for nothing as none of those had worked. Nothing he had found was changing her condition for better.

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“Just sleep, love. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll look after everything. Don’t worry of anything. Take your rest and don’t be afraid. You’ll meet with family that certainly misses you. I’ll be okay. I promise. I love you, Malon.”

Sprite whispered the words of reassurance whenever Malon felt too tired to stay awake anymore. He feared when his words would end up as the last sentences he ever said to her. Yet, he needed to make sure she’d understand that she could give up when she felt like it. She needed to know that he gave her the rights to let go, to cross into the Realm of the Dead.

When the machines eventually showed a flat line and one monotonous sound, the one eyed male screamed and shattered beyond repair. He had lost Wars six months ago and now he lost his wife. Only about two years ago, they had lost Malon’s father. Now, all he anymore had, was the ranch and the animals at there. And, for him, it didn’t feel like a home anymore when he had to return to there.

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“Call me Time.”

“But… That’s…”

“Just mark it as a nickname or whatever. I’d rather not be called as Sprite anymore.”

That was the conversation newly named Time went through for quite a few times. He was going on autopilot to get everything done. Talking with the hospital about the bill and marking it as monthly paying so he wouldn’t lose the ranch. Handling the needed things for funeral. Being just barely there until crashing to his knees by her grave and shattering to pieces. Somehow managing to handle the needed things after the funeral. Yet, due to the heartache he quite well just isolated himself to the ranch. The animals and the ranch itself were all he anymore had of his family.

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Time wasn’t really capable of getting the comfort he needed from Epona. Even the mice scurried around him in desperate attempt of helping but he barely was capable of petting them. The cows were giving out quiet and comforting sounds but he couldn’t concentrate into such. The Cuccos were quiet and moving carefully. Each of the animals knew he wasn’t well and they did their best to show they cared.

“I ran out of time. I lost everything. I thought I could keep this. I thought I could’ve saved Wars. I thought I could’ve had a family. I thought I could’ve had kids of my own.” Time whispered quietly to the mare while clinging to her like his life depended on that touch. “Time works perfectly for a name. I lost it. It’s a perfect reminder that we only have specific amount of time with each other in here. To really make it count. Every little bit and piece of moment. We can’t take them for granted. It can be lost so easily. Everything. It’s all so fragile. I ran out of time. I can’t turn it back. I can’t fix it. I lost it all. This is my reminder. In my own name. Time ticks away too fast, too cruel. I have to stay in the present or…”

He shook his head while feeling himself fall numb. Too shattered and too broken. Nothing left in his life than the ranch and the animals. He wasn’t certain at all if he had what it took to live anymore.

[jt1674]

[posebox-guide]

Elemental Warfare Animation Box by TheOnlyException 

Burn to Death

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[leiandroid]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

[sonic-emporium]

Mesmerized by fire!!

Pounding on through the night The gates of hell soon reveals You can’t escape your fate is sealed Sadistic powers for real

Violent your death unfolds Close to touch the jaws Living on evil Death has you in it’s claws

Burning alive, pray for death to take your hand Hear yourself crying out to blackened skies

Behold-You will die-Tonight Mesmerized by fire Your death-Unfolds-Tonight Mesmerized by fire

Frozen with fear with burning mind Your time is running out A look into eager eyes Reveals the devil’s wrath

Feeling the flames licking your cheeks Fulfilling the dark evil spell Choking on the burning air Sets you off through the casts of hell

Burning alive, pray for death to take your hand Hear yourself crying out to blackened skies

Behold-You will die-Tonight Mesmerized by fire Your death-Unfolds-Tonight Mesmerized by fire

Pagan sacrifice, fumes of burning flesh will rise No one to help you, not to save you Death has taken you!!!!!

Set the devil’s sign in flames, and raise it to the sky Death by fire You are burning You are burning in hell

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Billy Joel (as he appeared in the music video) forced me to sing the entirety of We Didn’t Start the Fire from memory or else he’d beat me to death.

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 7: goron hot springs!

Link and zelda are sent to death mountain to “deal with the problem” via Purah. Yunobo is tired.

(Recasting Death Mountain to be slightly on fire! I love it when things are on fire.)

More of my zelda au here! (It’s totk without the time travel)

My patreon’s here if youd like to support my crimes :0

[maines]

with every bend beyond the end your mother loves you so — x

[bluerosefox]

Protecting Family

Hmmm

I'm on a Danny is Dick's child kick rn so I'm making more.

But lets add in some Ghost King Danny!, Dad to a deaged Ellie and Dan! And toddler Mar'i Grayson.

Danny was conceived during Dick's amnesia year when he was Ric and the woman couldn't find him to tell him (or maybe the Owls caught wind of the pregnancy and took her) and he ended up somehow (hmmm maybe a meddling time keeper?) with the Fentons.

Danny grows as a Fenton, he knows he was adopted btw, then becomes Phantom, protects Amity, becomes the Ghost King and things seem to be going okay between Amity Parkers and the Infinite Realms since they took care of the GIW problem, AND has been a good doting teen dad to his deaged 'cousins/clones' turned kids.

Danny was going to go pick his kids up from daycare one day when CHAOS happens. Just as he wrangles Ellie onto his shoulders, cause she wants to be tall today, and about to take Dan's hand cause he's and I quote "A big boy and not a baby like Ellie, Dad!" he suddenly feels the tug of his family being in danger.

Thing is, its a blood related danger. Meaning someone blood related to him was in grave danger, and by the emotions he can feel, its someone young, way younger than him.

Problem.

The only people Danny knows with his blood in their veins and are young enough for the feeling are with him.

So who?

But due to Danny being a protector spirit AND knowing the feeling is from someone as young as his own kids, Danny decides to use his Ghost King Powers to summon said person from the danger to him.

Danny opens his free arms out just as a tiny toddler with black hair like his own but with bright green eyes, even the sclera were green, in a ruined party dress drops from the sky from the summoning circle that had opened above him.

Danny stares at the terrified child, whose hands are tied by rope and was crying, and takes notes of certain traits she had that he saw every time in the mirror or on his own kids, same eye shape and cheekbones. He can tell his ghost core has claimed her as family but not as his kid though.

No the connection that formed was almost like his connection with Jazz but a bit stronger.

This kid, was his sister. His blood related one.

-Meanwhile-

Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and his family were freaking the fuck out.

Dick was already panicked when his daughter Mar'i had gotten kidnapped just a few hours ago by the Joker.

Now he was feeling pure dread when his daughter, who was about to be killed, was suddenly pulled into a strange glowing circle at the last minute and disappeared into thin air.

[faithsoneluv]

i don't think people understand how hard it is not to ship tomarry / harrymort because what do you mean they're borderline canonically soulmates. what do you mean they're PROPHESIED to each other. what do you mean they're literal parallels, had the same childhood circumstances but turned out the exact opposite. what do you mean harry's the embodiment of the light side and tom's the embodiment of the dark even though they're so, so similar. what do you mean they both have common names even though they themselves are anything but common. what do you mean they have uncountable amount of bible references that apply strictly to them, what do you mean harry makes sure to mention tom's the handsomest in the room whenever he sees him and apparently likes their connection. what do you mean their wands share the core of the same phoenix and therefore literally can't kill each other even if they wanted to. what do you mean harry wanted to give him another chance despite everything he's done, what do you mean tom offered him his hand, what do you mean harry killed tom at the same age except the order of the numbers is reversed. what do you mean harry's eyes are the same colour as tom's favourite unforgivable (avada) AND the colour of his house, what do you mean TOM'S eyes are the colour of harry's favourite defence spell (expelliarmus) and the colour of his house. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S OTHER HALF. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY IS LITERALLY TOM'S SOUL??? 😭

NOT TO MENTION THESE THINGS AREN'T EVEN FANON LIKE...? lmk if i missed something though.

[amateur-weatherman]

[sunnymainecoon]

Dust had difficulties killing Papyrus smh..

[numbuh424]

made me think of him