#light a fire verse

[lights-at-night-art]

and before she died, she remembered who she was

[unbloodiedmartyr]

never dreamt of such sterile hands. you keep 'em folded in your lap and raise them up to beg for scraps. you know he's holding you down with the tips of his fingers, just the same.

[whaliiwatching]

city smokers

prompt: cigarette

[goldenbeastkeeper]

@pacexlikexaxghost

Valor didn't realize such huge creatures existed here. Most of what they'd seen was on the small side compared to what he was used to, but this creature was huge even for the Isles.

But Valor was all for learning about new creatures, so he paused their glow bug chasing to follow in the bushes.

Humanoid, was the first thing Valor noticed. And was that . . . a dress? Was this species sapient? Humans were the only obviously sapient species he'd seen here so far - it was called the human realm for a reason - but if there were more . . .

Not only was she huge, she was also bright. He had a difficult time actually looking at her to see any features, especially since it was night. Her clothes and the general shape of her head was all he could make out, though he was sure he'd be able to see something of the face as well had they not been behind her.

It sounded like she was singing.

They'd have to be careful. Small as they were compared to such a giant creature, they'd be easy prey. Either that, or crushed beneath her feet.

Flicker nudged Valor and pointed much closer to the ground, near her feet. "There's a little one."

Valor directed his attention to where they were pointing, and sure enough, there was a much smaller one, about the same size as witches and humans. He wondered what that was about. Friends of different species? Sexual dimorphism? Different roles in the social group? A symbiotic relationship? Whoever this smaller one was, they seemed to be very attentive to the big one.

He kept watching them, this time much more focused on the smaller one.

[lsdoiphin]

More Heart of Penumbra designwork commissioned by @featheredbeardog - these five are the main characters. Chosen ones destined by fate to restore balance to their world and all that, you know the drill.

Kojin already felt smothered by his very average familial expectations before the whole "chosen one" thing happened. His heart is in the right place, but he's a pessimistic and defensive guy and has some growing up to do.

Bhumi is the unofficial team leader - she sees herself as the only one here who's mature enough for the job, which isn't an entirely unfair assumption on her part. Her self-reliant nature is at odds with team management, but someone's gotta do it.

Sobek is the chill peacekeeper of the group. He's emotionally intelligent and perceptive, but his patience can easily cross over into doormat behavior. He's smarter than he looks.

Rudra is the shitstarter of the crew. Having already been a celebrity sportsdragon, she sees being a "chosen one" as more of the same: keep your obligations, give a good performance, and reap the rewards. It's easy. She likes ruffling others' feathers and is chronically at odds with Bhumi.

Penny is not actually one of the chosen - as far as anyone can tell, anyway. ("She's the last light dragon - she's gotta be the chosen of light... right?") After a very sheltered upbringing, she's determined to contribute, even if she has to fight her anxiety every step of the way.

[flameleadsarc]

@firsthcmuculus asked: "Wow! The Flame Alchemist in person!"

He knew that voice.

Forced to run his own errands today, the Colonel's trip to the library was supposed to be short. Half an hour later, with several books in his hands, he realized he needed to speed this errand along lest the stack of papers on his desk grow even larger. It already sat at somewhere around three inches tall. Any more, and he would be stuck in his office every night and day until he was in his sixties.

But, what did that matter when he heard a voice that paused every single thought in his mind?

Most, if not all, of the general public knew about Selim Bradley. Colonel Mustang was no exception to that. If asked even a month ago, he would not have had much to say about Selim. He was the Fuhrer's son, and the two of them had not crossed paths as there was no reason for them to. From the little he knew, he seemed like a nice enough kid.

A nice enough kid who happened to be a Homunculus, apparently. The Lieutenant ensured he got that bit of information. She still did her due diligence to protect him.

He had to protect her, and everyone else ensnared in the Homunculi's plans, in kind. Hearing Selim's voice, the Colonel shifted his gaze to him and gave him a simple smile. This conversation didn't have to be a difficult one. As long as he continued to act clueless, everyone would be none the wiser.

"That's me. It's good to finally meet you, Selim."

[liroyalty]

"I was told once that it's crazy that I can't work an oven for shit, yet I'm great at cooking over a literal open flame."

"But, I'm a fire elemental, is it really that crazy??"

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Weird CoL Tribe Facts #01

Blazewings have a cool down feature, after awhile of being balls of fire, they turn into a mire Grey-color with some cracks of their original scale color. This version of the Blazewings are called "Ashwings" or "Coalwings".

As they cool down, their wings become a much paler color & they seem to be a bit more slower but still kinda active as they pretty much want to preserve energy till the next time they become "Blazewings". The only thing that doesn't change is their spikes, tail & wing tips, crackled patterns, & eyes.

Despite them being welp.. descendants of firescales, they are quite different from them also, as unlike firescales, Blazewings can actually regulate their temp. (Red = Warmest. Blue = Hottest)

Its unknown what is the true name of these guys as they do pretty much use it interchangeably so if you see a Grey looking blazewing, refer to it as a Ashwing, but if you see a Ashwing going into its "Blister" form, you call it a Blazewing.

[despairforme]

Watching tutorials on how to light a campfire.

[spokenitalics]

top 10 books i read in 2022 (in the order i read them)

the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov: in the 1930s, the devil comes to moscow; chaos follows. almost 2000 years earlier, pontius pilate sentences the mild preacher jeshua to death. also: kind witches, fireproof manuscripts, the greatest love story ever told;

here by richard mcguire: the corner of a living room from 3,000,500,000 BCE to 22,175 CE, the illusion of time, the joys and sorrows of life, the magic of comic books;

lilith's brood (dawn, adulthood rites, imago) by octavia e. butler: humanity is saved from a nuclear apocalypse by a species of hideous aliens who offer an impossible deal to ensure the continued existence of life on earth. in perfect bulter fashion, tons of discussions about hierarchical structures, gender, language barriers, consent, and the vital need to embrace transhumanism;

the faggots & their friends between revolutions by larry mitchell & ned asta: somewhere in between a fairy tale and a utopian political manifesto, a sacred text from days long gone -- the story of a declining empire ruled by the fascist patriarchy, where gay men, lesbians, feminists, and drag queens live communally, produce art, have sex, and await the next revolution;

earthlings by sayaka murata: three young people become aliens to survive the horrors of modern life. provocative, utterly chaotic, equal parts hilarious and sad;

to the lighthouse by virginia woolf: the epic portrait of a family and of an artist;

nona the ninth by tamsyn muir: god is a man, the divine is most definitely feminine, eating someone is the ultimate way to say 'i love you' -- of bad puns, mismatched families, and the horror of your exes becoming besties;

dolore minimo by giovanna cristina vivinetto: the poetic dialogue between a self-born daughter and her mother-self;

the city and the pillar by gore vidal: a gay man in 1930s-40s america grapples with society's (and his own) prejudices and chases an idealized version of his high school best friend and one-time lover down a path of self-hatred and destruction;

loaded by christos tsiolkas: 24 hours in the life of an angst-ridden gay greek-australian boy as he travels through melbourne in search of drugs, an escape from responsibilities, and something resembling love.

[onigiram]

TAGS. i didn't like the other ones asjbfjbsdjgb

[usyrps]

THE SIMPLEST NOTION OF POLITICS IS THIS: SEATED IN A ROOM, AROUND A TABLE, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO BLINK FIRST. he has not the patience, nor the composure, for it. it is as much a craft as any, to be learned and mastered, and try though as he might, the intricacies of governance evade him. he and aemond both knew this, and aegon is content to let him lead their campaigns toward glory eternal, alas he cannot tolerate being left in the dark.

like the candles wane, so too does his resolve. ❛ you're plotting, ❜ he says plainly, striding forth, tone shifting in the spirit of being accusatory as brows furrow, chin tipping upward to glare at aemond. his arms cross then uncross, and he wishes he had taken to request the aid of wine for this conversation. the golden pin gleams, pinned 'pon his brother's breast, his hand. aegon wants to trust him, wishes to confide in him, and he does not waver in this, yet he craves assurance all the same. he adjusts the pin, then the neatness of it irks him, and he tousles it again, leaving it askew.

❛ i'd like to know what. do you intend to tell me, ever? ❜ a step back is taken, harmonised in time with a heave of breath, incensed with his dismal mood. he makes to drape himself atop a chaise lounge, eyes making a cursory sweep across the map of westeros sprawled on the table; one of the wooden pieces is flicked over, ❛ should the king not know where his soldiers are being sent? ❜ he knocks over another.

AN AUDIENCE, @vhagar-rider

[stargone]

@lightfaithed asked : " as long as we are honest with ourselves and about our feelings, it is possible to do anything. " / prompt.

xue li eyes him for a long time, unsure honesty in any capacity was enough to keep whatever this is blossoming into afloat. after all, he was everything she has ever detested and well, she was the girl of the underbelly of coruscant. not many got to see the planet's surface and the blinding lights, the way the sun touched over the buildings. they were polar opposites and it showed. how was he able to ignore it? not to mention this little code he lived by.

xue li runs fingertips of the silk material of her dress, without realizing it teasing in the way she rides of the material but the action of this was to calm her thought process before she could self sabotage something that he probably didn't mean the way she wanted to take it. and for a split second, she could almost feel the way the warm of his palm had felt against her own.

she cleared her throat, dark brown eyes settling on obi-wan now. " doesn't that statement contradict your entire code? "

[livebloggingkidshows]

Dancing in the Light Incorrect Quotes

Noah: I want to preface this by saying that nothing happened. Nothing is on fire. It is mere speculation. Do we have a fire extinguisher?

[haelestormmoved]

closed // just feel like this part should be a thread // @razorfst

⸺  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗔𝗗  𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡  𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧  ,  a  nice  distraction  from  their  previous  conversation  topic  as  soon  as  andrei  had  come  home  from  the  gym  ;  but  in  the  glow  of  the  aftermath  ,  having  migrated  to  the  bed  ,  the  promise  to  take  that  first  baby  step  echos  loudly  in  her  mind  .  weight  shifts  ,  hand  and  cheek  coming  to  rest  atop  chiseled  chest  as  a  deep  sigh  reverberates  throughout  her  linen  draped  frame  .  ❝  there  was  a  fire  ,  ❞  she  murmurs  ,  a  melancholy  gaze  locked  on  the  wall  as  dissociation  takes  hold  .  ❝  someone  set  a  fire  .  .  .  most  of  my  family  -  they  didn't  make  it  .  ❞

her  timbre  is  flat  ,  hollow  as  riley  attempts  to  maintain  her  stoic  composure  .  ❝  it  was  a  house  in  the  woods  ;  the  ruins  are  still  there  .  that's  why  i  want  to  get  to  know  this  one  .  .  .  anything  i  can  do  to  feel  connected  to  them  ,  even  if  it's  not  the  same  place  .  ❞  lashes  flutter  closed  ,  the  younger  wolf  taking  a  moment  to  gather  herself  before  glancing  once  more  up  at  her  boyfriend  .  ❝  i  just  don't  ever  want  to  forget  what  it  was  like  to  go  running  along  the  trees  ,  back  before  everything  went  to  shit  back  home  .  ❞

[flameleadsarc]

@proserphinas was a menace: What's she doing? Tap dancing on his last nerve of course!

A long groan left his lips as he put his head on his arms, both of which carefully rested on the desk. His mountain of paperwork he spent half the morning ignoring did little to hide him. It was supposed to be signed before the end of the day, so he had plenty of time to look it over. No, the more pressing issue stood in his office, and Aurora could only do so much to protect him from her.

Maria Hahn was that pressing issue in his office today. It was autumn, which meant school was in session, but it was after school hours ended. Aurora didn't want her being a normal delinquent child wreaking havoc in Central, so she was here. The extra company was a good thing since the team was disbanded, yes, but...

"You know I don't have the power to change that as a Colonel, right?" His desk and arms muffled his voice, but he had a feeling she could still hear him. "Why are you asking me this again? Is this for homework?"