#Er...burns

[artist-of-unknow-orgin]

oops, it broke. Unfortunate

[tiarpopdind]

When he gets mad he unintentionally points his wand at her (something he never fixed since their first meeting )

Tris, unfortunately, finds it extremely rude (that's one of the reasons why she disliked him in the beginning)

But let's say she's found a way to work around it :)

[winepresswrath]

sudden yearning for time travelling teen jiang fengmian lands at lotus pier fic that winds up being about a perfectly nice kid having a varying series of "oh no. i don't like that. that's a lot" reactions.

[hualianschild]

to think that everyone rejected him treated him harshly yet xie lian was the one to hold him gently and said it's not his fault (yeah let me go cry in the corner again)

[oh-dameron]

Lan Xichen and Qin Su had quite a bit in common when it came to Jin Guangyao:

- First met JGY when they were in peril and he came to the rescue,

- Notably kind, beautiful, and good-natured,

- Did not place value on his origin or look down on him for his mother's profession,

- Were vocal in their support of him socially.

Which makes me think that we were robbed of maybe the greatest potential JGY partnership: Wen Ning.

Wen Ning: so ride-or-die that actually dying did not stop him from continuing to be ride-or-die. Wen Ning, presumably in quite the tenuous situation in Nightless City after the Jiang heir disappeared under suspicious circumstances, right when Meng Yao was working is way into Wen Ruohan's inner circle. Wen Ning, the sweetest cinnamon roll.

Slight canon divergence where Wen Qing missed one single opportunity to send Wen Ning out of Nightless City for a while, Wen Ning gets into juuust enough trouble, Meng Yao has the keys to the cell... one flash of Wen Ning's bambi eyes and he would have been a goner.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 26 - Burn

@wolfstarmicrofic June 26, word count 721

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The three from Slytherin cabin threw their arms up and cheered. 

“Wait, what?!” Snape spat. “That’s our stool!” James pushed his way to the front of the crowd. 

“Mr Dumbledore, that isn’t their stool. It’s ours,” He gestured to the rest of them. Albus peered down at both stools. 

“They do look very similar, but I’m afraid I’ve lost track of whose is whose,” Albus said apologetically. 

To everyone’s surprise, Peter piped up.

“Flip it over,” He shouted over the excited crowd. Albus picked up the stool and looked at the bottom of it. 

“Peter woz ere!” He read aloud. 

“Ha, see it’s ours!” Peter squeaked triumphantly. 

Remus had to quickly wrap his arms around Sirius to stop his storming over to Mulciber and the others. 

“Sirius, don’t, it’s not worth it.” He struggled to keep hold of Sirius, he wasn’t as strong as Sirius was. 

Something flashed past him and on instinct he tightened his right arm around Sirius and shot his left out to catch what was rushing by. His hand wrapped around the back of Snape’s jumper. He dragged him back, away from his cabin mates. 

He was beginning to sweat with the force it took to keep them there. His body shook and Sirius stopped fighting. All his anger seemed to have left him and, instead of trying to get away, he started trying to calm Snape down. 

“Sev, stop, you’re hurting Remus.” Snape stopped fighting him.

“Maybe they got confused about which one was theirs like Albus did,” Remus suggested, glad they’d settled down as he was exhausted. Sirius brushed Remus’s damp hair off his forehead and took his hand. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. We can go hang out in the cabin after this, okay?” Sirius said sweetly, rubbing his thumb across Remus’s knuckles. Remus sighed, glad that Sirius could read him so well. 

“Well, it seems that Gryffindor cabin and Mr Snape have won this competition. Congratulations boys.” Dumbledore announced. A round of booing went around the hall. 

“Why do they always win?”

“I swear they must cheat! Nobody can win this much every year!”

“They only won because of Snape!”

“Enough!” McGonagall’s voice rang out over the protesting. “They win because they work together and utilise each person’s strengths. You could all do to learn from them and actually give them some competition for once,” 

“Yes, yes.” Dumbledore cut across her. “Well done boys. Now as for your prize,” McGonagall leant over and whispered in his ear. His fluffy eyebrows shot up.

“As all of you are on chores your prize will be,” He paused for dramatic effect. “NO MORE CHORES!!!” He cheered loudly, raising his arms above his head. “You may join in with all daily activities for the rest of your stay.”

“Woohoo!” Sirius and James cried together. 

“Yes, yes, well done, well done. Right, everybody, you can get back to your fun. The sun is out, the lake is cool. Go enjoy yourselves!” Dumbledore waved them out of the main hall. “But you don’t want to burn so make sure you apply lots of sunscreen,” He called after them all.  

They waited for James and Peter to come over to them and followed the crowd outside.

“Remus and I are going to lie down for a bit. What are you guys going to do?” Sirius asked the others. 

“I might join you,” James yawned. “All that washing, mopping and wiping has wiped me out,” He snickered at his own joke. 

“Me too,” Peter said, stretching out his sore muscles.

They walked back to their cabin and realised Snape wasn’t with them. 

“Hey, Sev, where you going?” James shouted at Snape, who was slumping off towards the forest. He looked up, scowling at them. 

“You’re all going into your cabin.” 

“Yeah, come on then,” Sirius waved his hand towards the cabin. 

“I want to lie down and I’m pretty sure there are only four beds in there,” Snape replied glumly. 

“Sirius and I are sharing,” Remus smiled mischievously. “You can have Sirius’s bed. Now come on and get over here and stop sulking, you look like a right git.” Remus dragged Sirius inside, having used up the last of his energy and needing to lie down badly.  

Snape rolled his eyes but followed them all in and made himself at home on Sirius’s bed.

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[creekfiend]

every fuckin ad I see for urban fantasy these days is "if you crossed the dresden files with (some other thing)"

stop crossing the dresden files with stuff. you're creating a genetic bottleneck. this is why popular sire syndrome is bad

[catronac7]

Ni Tian Er Xing

[vanweezer]

that type of person who you think you'd be friends with in every universe - expressed through jim & corey - id/transcript in alt text

so this is a kind of not-so-surprise for my friend @sinclarsupremacy , bc they were the first person i showed this two and was on the phone with me the whole time while i made it. didn't give a single thing away until everything was scanned and done. five dead pens and one reliable sharpie later, i show him this. wanted to get used to drawing the slipsour guyz more but also wanted to articulate something i have troubles saying to important people. this is kind of an ode to all my close friends ive made who i definitely wouldve hung around some graveyards with, and an ode to some bands i didnt know id like as much as i do 🫶

[assassin-artist]

doodle of my elden ring girls (not) getting along

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizontober 2023 | 28: (forbidden) tree(s)

it's kind of weird, but i think my absolute favorite trees in HFW are the forests you get just out-of-bounds on the burning shores map. all but one of these pics were taken in the black parts of the map, and there's something about this (i'm assuming) completely-procedurally-generated landscape that is very enticing. the forest here is denser, the ground steeper. fighting a machine here would be very hard. but exploring it? i could spend hours. (or at least until the game kicks me out with a reload *grumble grumble*)

[totally-not-peter-parker]

I just watched someone run out of a building with clear chemical burns and when I asked if he needs help he told me "no don't worry it's good for the skin." ARE PEOPLE OKAY??

[diamantdog]

LIU XIENING as BEI ER in Burning Flames (2024) | Ep. 32

[didntaskforfrozenyoghurt]

i think someone needs to find the big ol post about how daily art things like inktober are designed with quick sketches in mind, and show it to anyone starting a daily challenge

[mlmanakin]

losing it

[soapy-soartp]

Day 25 of @whumperless-whump-event

Day:  25 - WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE

Prompt: Severe burns / Running into flames / "I know it hurts. Breathe."

Fandom: TGCF

Characters: Hong Hong er and Xie Lian

He sees the statue of his god about to get attacked through flames of his own temple, the little soldier's body moves on its own. He’s seen his god fall and hurt too much by protecting those that never deserved his protection. He cannot allow him to be disrespected in such a way.

/A flash of memory comes, his god pinned to a dirty cave’s floor with a sword through his abdomen./

So before he knows it he’s running through flames and swing at the person that managed to slip through his defense. The flames lick at his work clothes and armor, but he manages to knock the person away. 

But his fight to defend his highness’ temple isn't quite over yet. There's still a small handful of people trying to get into the temple, not to mention the steadily growing fire.

Being forced inside the temple the young soldier decides to control the fire first. He tries his best to stop it from spreading, stomping out the flames that he can, despite the pain and heat he begins to feel. He only deals with the rest of the people if they get too close, he hoped that the fire would discourage them but that didn't seem to be the case. So he has to juggle controlling a growing fire with also defending the temple and himself from others.

Safe to say his own pain has been forgotten; the aches of old and new injuries from the battles, the steadily worsening fatigue and hunger, worse of all heat exhaustion. But he fights, and fights, and fights for his God’s dignity and honor. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, the handful of people either get too tired to fight or think it is too much trouble.

The little soldier allows himself to fall.

Already worn armor, torn or burnt off. Hair, cut and singe. Bandages, the only things saving his face and lungs from the fire, were a dark gray stained and smelling of smoke. Worse off his arms and legs, red and blistered, they /hurt/. He had to get rid of the protective armor layer as they were too damaged to keep, only serving to maybe melt into his skin.

The little one breaths haggardly, pain wracking his whole body as his injuries make themselves known. He keeps mumbling the same words over and over, /“I will never forget you, Your Highness. Never.”/

A silent prayer of reassurance, a personal motto for strength. 

He breaths again, it ends with a pained (and pathetic) sound. He leans on his sword as he looks around the half charred remains of the entrance to the temple. He looks back to the altar snd statue and can’t help the bit of pride, he defended his god’s temple, his god’s statue and altar. His breath staggers, black spots dance in his vision, /everything hurts./

Then a sound of footsteps, he tries to stand ready but his burnt and exhausted limbs are too weak and his body too injured. He hears a gasp and the sound of fast approaching footsteps, his mind begins to fog, hearing begins to grow muffled, eyesight begins to swim.

He feels hands on him, they make everything hurt, he barely has the energy to flinch back. He thinks he makes a pained noise and tries to attack but his mind is too foggy and exhausted and focused on the hurt to be sure. 

The hands pull back but now his least injured side is leaning against something sturdy and warm. Then he hears someone, someone with the most angelic voice imaginable, talking to him.

"I know it hurts. Breathe."

And so he does, he breathes and breathes because his god asked him to live. He cannot fail now, not yet, not in his god’s own temple.