#arson's a writer

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Chloé Bourgeois they could never make me hate you

[kibutsulove]

Okay but in Ashes they literally just totally went SOZIN SOZIN SOZIN OZAI OZAI OZAI and I'm like OKAY FIRST OFF THAT SECOND DUMB FUCK ONLY GOT ON THE THRONE CAUSE HIS WIFEY BOUGHT IT FOR HIM AND HE WAS THERE FOR A GRAND TOTAL OF SIX YEARS FAITH HICKS AND BRYKE WHY WE SKIPPING OUT ON MY BOY AZULON HMMMMM no my caps lock did not get stuck I'm on mobile I just have a lot of feelings okay

^ actual photo of me when i think of how bad the royal family has been done by bryke, except ofc zuzu and iroh. and saint ursa who never did a wrong thing in her life

oh it makes me angry 🥀 not to even be an azulon glazer but he literally the most underdeveloped fire lord that’s relevant to the present story . SEVENTY FIVE YEARS!!! THATS SEVENTY PERCENT OF THE WHOLE WAR!!!! AND HES BARELY MENTIONED surely a man whose reign of terror lasted that long would’ve made an impression?? Especially on the earth kingdom and swt

[arson-09]

this whole blake lively vs justin baldoni ordeal is extremely disheartening to witness. The lack of media literacy, critical thinking and the rise of misogyny is disgusting. I don’t care about blake lively really, shes just another celebrity to me. Until i see that people are blindly following a smear campaign because they cant think for themselves for a damn second. baldonis lawsuit is bullshit, hes a man who sucks (shocking) and a womans greatest crime is being ‘annoying’ in the year of our lord 2025

[arson-jpg]

☆彡彡 ƒєєℓιηgѕ? ηαн ηαн, ρσєяту! ミミ☆

‘ѕσмєтιмєѕ ιтѕ ʝυѕт вєттєя тσ

∂ιѕαρρєαя

тнαη ∂яσωη ιη уσυя ραιη.’

— 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘻 𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 🫶

ΝᎪᎷᎬ Ꮺ ᎪᎡՏϴΝ <3

ᏢᎡ��ΝϴႮΝՏ Ꮺ ᎻᎬ/ͲᎻᎬᎽ

ᏟႮᎡᎡᎬΝͲᏞᎽ ᎬᎠᏆͲᏆΝᏀ Ꮺ ˋ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 ˊ

ᏟႮᎡᎡᎬΝͲᏞᎽ ᏔϴᎡᏦᏆΝᏀ ϴΝ Ꮺ ᏔϴᎡᏞᎠ ᏴႮᏆᏞᎠᏆΝᏀ ᎪΝᎠ ᏟᎻᎪᎡᎪᏟͲᎬᎡ ᏴႮᏆᏞᎠᏆΝᏀ ҒϴᎡ ᎷᎽ ᏴϴϴᏦ!

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 - @dreamboyinthedarkvoid

tags :3

#arson the rambler - rambling n stuff

#ghost of the writer - poetry <3

#book of the ages - book stuff lol

#song of songs - songwriting (if i ever do that ofc)

[iii-han-nah-bae-iii]

My heart burns for you. They can all smell it.

The smoke

The fury

The anguish.

They stare at me as if I'm a burning building of unrequited love,

The flames inside I tried so hard to extinguish.

Every smile, every beat of my heart, and every glance in your direction triggers the alarm.

They all know.

They’ll burn me at the stake if they find out.

I'm not safe here

- HB

[coachbeards]

also btw the writers were so lazy bc beard would’ve HATED dr Jacob and would’ve been incredibly vocal about it. Not only is he highly protective of the lasso family (everything with Ted, willing to commit arson for henry), but he’s also a very honor bound guy (in his own way lmao but still) like he won’t even cheat in Wordle??? Like you think he’d be okay with a therapist dating a patient after encouraging said patient to get space from her husband so he can slip right in there?? Lmao. I also maintain that in 20 years, beard and Michelle have a pretty good bond together …. And he’d be angry on her behalf, too

[sparkles-writes]

Hoping the freaks here on Tumblr will like my new little guy *cough* more than the nonfreaks on Instagram did (I use the term with great affection as I am very much a freak LOL)

Anyway I heard a fan song for a webseries and it gave me ✨ vibes ✨ and from said vibes was born ~

🔥 Fadel 🔥

Quick facts about him:

arsonist

watched his home/town get destroyed, but his family was abusive so he didn't really care

he then proceeded to get a little too obsessed with fire (the means of the aforementioned destruction) and went insane

yeah he's an absolute PSYCHO

had a childhood friend named Vila whom he thought died in the fires as well, but she survived. Sadly by the time they found each other again he was too far gone (tragic story alert)

two words: "psychotic whimsy."

Here's the inspiration song btw

[apricitywinterswrites]

I Love to Watch The Castles Burn (These Golden Ashes Turn to Dirt) - Whumpuary D09

I Love to Watch The Castles Burn (These Golden Ashes Turn to Dirt)

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1,260

Summary

Johnny dropped the last of the kids out the window, a little girl exclaiming about her doll. Ponyboy looked around through a teary haze, coughing as he dropped to his knees. He spotted the doll that the girl must have been talking about, pushing himself up and running towards it. He was quick to grab it, turning and finding that Johnny had followed him with wide eyes. "We have to get out," Johnny was shouting, but Ponyboy wasn't understanding why. "We're running out of time!" He followed Johnny anyways, but the sound of cracking wood was loud. Ponyboy looked up and shouted as a flaming beam came down on top of him and Johnny.

Or, or, a different take to the Church Fire in a universe where Ponyboy and Johnny were just a tad too slow to notice the church was coming down on top of them. Title from | Play With Fire | by | Sam Tinnesz |

Day 09 of Whumpuary2025 (@whumpuary) || Trapped Under Rubble | Gunpoint | Out of Time

You can also read |I Love to Watch The Castles Burn (These Golden Ashes Turn to Dirt)| on Ao3!

Warnings Include: Fire, Main Character Injury, Accidental Arson, Ambiguous Ending, Canon Divergence

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"I'll get them, don't worry!" Ponyboy was running before he could process what he had just assured two strangers that he'd do. The man, Jerry, had tried to catch his arm, but Ponyboy was quicker than Jerry was. All Ponyboy could think was that he and Johnny had started the fire.

Ponyboy wasn't about to go through a flaming door, though the thought did cross his mind when a child inside shrieked; a sound barely audible over the roar of the flames. He looked around, finding a big rock that he used to slam through one of the boarded up windows.

Glass rained down on either side of the window, a passing thought that it was surprising that he hadn't cut himself to death when he climbed through. He had felt Dally's jacket catch a few times, and he could only hope that the jacket wasn't damaged, or that Dally would forgive him.

"Ponyboy!" Ponyboy's head jerked in surprise, finding that Johnny had followed him into the church. Ponyboy hadn't realized that Johnny had been following him.

"Is that guy coming?" Ponyboy asked, coughing when smoke filled his lungs. His eyes watered, and Johnny was reaching out hesitantly.

"The window stopped him." Johnny shook his head.

"Too scared?"

"Naw…" Johnny grinned, and Ponyboy's eyes widened slightly in surprise. There was no fear in Johnny's eyes for the first time in just over four months. "Too fat." Ponyboy laughed, a mistake on his part as he coughed, crouching down to get underneath the smoke.

"Where are the kids?" Johnny followed suit, crouching down as he shouted his question. Ponyboy looked around, not spotting a single 'rugrat' as Dally would call them. He grimaced before his eyes landed on the door that lead to the back of the church.

"In the back I guess." Ponyboy hollered back. Johnny made a face, and together the two of them stumbled their way through the church and towards the back. All Ponyboy could think about was how hot everything felt. He almost wanted to take off Dally's jacket, a thought that was there and gone in moments as a flaming beam dropped down behind them, a shower of firey sparks flying up into the air.

Ponyboy coughed as they got to the door, kicking it open as best as he could as more thoughts from the past started to filter through his mind. Was now really the time to be wondering why nothing hurt or to be remembering a time when he had wondered what it was like inside an ember?

Ponyboy had his answer for the last one, it was a red hell.

It took a moment for Ponyboy to realize that one of the kids was screaming his head off, probably what Ponyboy had only barely heard outside of the church. There were five kids, all huddled in the back of the room in a corner. Every single one of them looked to be eight years old or younger.

"Shut up! We're goin' to get you out!" Johnny yelled, the kid looked as surprised as Ponyboy felt, though the kid had stopped hollering. Ponyboy took a moment to look at his friend, feeling almost disconnected as he watched.

Johnny wasn't behaving at all like his old self. He was constantly moving, his eyes darting around and it was obvious that he was forming plan after plan on how to get them out of the situation that they were in now.

Ponyboy saw Johnny break another window, turning and picking up the nearest kid to toss them out of the church.

Ponyboy caught one glimpse of his face; red marked from falling embers and sweat streaked, but he grinned at Ponyboy. He wasn't scared, and Ponyboy realized with a jolt that neither was he. It was the only time that Ponyboy could think of that Johnny didn't look defeated with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Johnny looked like he was having the time of his life.

Ponyboy ran closer, picking up a child and hissing as the child promptly bit him. He was quick to lean out the window, dropping the kid as gently as he could despite the hurry that he was in.

A crowd was there by that time, and the moment that Dally had spotted Ponyboy, he was hollerin' at him and Johnny to get out. Ponyboy didn't pay him any mind, turning back into the church to snatch up another kid. Ponyboy was relieved when this kid didn't bite him. Ponyboy dropped him out the window, not waiting to see if he landed okay or not.

Ponyboy coughed harshly, his breathing labored like it used to get when he was a kid. A wheezing that usually had Darry, Sodapop or their mama checking on him and having him sit down and take some time to calm down from whatever excitement or running around that he had been doing.

Johnny dropped the last of the kids out the window, a little girl exclaiming about her doll. Ponyboy looked around through a teary haze, coughing as he dropped to his knees. He spotted the doll that the girl must have been talking about, pushing himself up and running towards it.

He was quick to grab it, turning and finding that Johnny had followed him with wide eyes.

"We have to get out," Johnny was shouting, but Ponyboy wasn't understanding why. "We're running out of time!" He followed Johnny anyways, but the sound of cracking wood was loud. Ponyboy looked up and shouted as a flaming beam came down on top of him and Johnny.

Ponyboy was, surprisingly, still awake when firefighters had made it to the Church. In one hand, held tightly to his chest, was the doll a little girl had cried about. In the other, he was holding his best friend's hand as tightly as he could, a similar grip coming from Johnny.

And laying half overtop of Johnny, was Dally. He'd come running in, though Ponyboy hadn't remembered seeing him through the haze of red that had taken over everything.

The beam was laying overtop Ponyboy's lower back and overtop of Johnny's upper back. Dally was half overtop of Johnny, and there was rubble splayed out overtop of Dally's back. Ponyboy groaned, feeling too warm to be wearing a jacket like he was.

Ponyboy coughed harshly as Dally moved, pushing the rubble off of his back by simply sitting up on his knees. Ponyboy watched him through heavy eyes as Dally panted, checking on Johnny with an expression of panic.

Dally's head snapped up when Ponyboy groaned, Ponyboy's breathing was coming harsher as he looked around. It took a few moments for him to realize what had happened.

The Church had come down on top of them, and now they were trapped.

"Pony? Pone, hey-" Ponyboy coughed harshly, a feeling of panic bubbling up in his chest as Dally moved to sit in between Johnny and Ponyboy. "Quit that panickin' you hear me?"

"Dal-" Ponyboy's eyes were filled with tears and he couldn't breathe right.

"It's fine. You're fine. Come on, you're fine." Dally's voice sounded… odd to Ponyboy. There was a waiver that didn't belong there and for some reason, Dally's eyes were watery. "You and Johnny are fine. You and Johnny are going to be just fine."

Ponyboy didn't know who Dally was trying to convince, Ponyboy or himself.

"I found them!" A stranger's voice shouted. Ponyboy wasn't sure what happened, other than he felt immense pain and then everything had faded away to black again.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Then go and burn it yourself, don't wait for other people to burn the establishment down.

do you honestly think that I tumblr user polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup have swedish airplane tickets money. because I don’t.

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Twelve episodes into transformers g1 after being hooked by transformers one. And I have already written 3.6k words of toxic robot yaoi. AND IT'S NOT EVEN MEGAOP. IT'S MEGASTAR BECAUSE STARSCREAM IS MY FAVORITE FREAK

[buffythevampirelover]

Project Intro

Safe As Burning Houses

Wip type: movie screenplay

Genre: horror

Lead: Chandni (20, she/her)

Main cast: Sunny (21, she/her), Florence (20, she/her), Yulia (20, they/she), Oliver (20, he/him), Mitch (22, he/him)

Main concept: a group of university students start to investigate when people in their town start being tortured and burned to death by an unknown killer.

Aesthetic:

[arson-09]

i wish mor was a likable character. instead sjm made her into a girl on girl hater with the personality of flatbread and half toasted diversity. sad

[johanneswinstonwileyatmse]

Courtesy of @comicaurora and the OSP crew. Happy Pride everyone!

[imalazypandaaa]

My Burning Heart (Ethubs Ficlet)

Ethubs do arson and then make out in it.....

That's it....

That's the fic....

[andconcussed]

It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair

AI gets to do all the fun creative stuff now, and it doesn’t even have the capacity to feel FUN.

I’m going to burn while something without sentience achieves galactic goals.

[raineandsky]

#60

tw fire / arson

Debris falls from the sky like flaming rain. The villain’s laugh practically rings through the carnage.

The henchman rips the front door clean off of its hinges, coughing through the ash accumulating in the flat hallway. The smoke from the fires downstairs are already wafting through in here, throwing the entire flat into a blinding fog.

“Ma!” they call into the dense greyness, their reward being more dry hacking. They stumble further into the flat. There’s a voice further down, weak and feeble, and the henchman blindly follows it like a lighthouse at sea.

“Ma,” they try again on the threshold of the living room, careful to keep the taste of smoke out of their mouth this time. They can see her outline, just beyond the immediate haze.

“Come on, let’s get out.” They carefully pull her up from her spot on the sofa, haggard coughs wracking her frame just like they had the henchman a minute before.

“Oh, no, I’m waiting for someone,” she says with more optimism than a building on fire should allow. “One of the heroes will come and save us.”

The villain has driven out every hero within a ten mile radius, and any that didn’t take the hint were put six feet under. “No, Ma,” the henchman says a little desperately, “the heroes aren’t coming. We need to go before the building collapses.”

The henchman’s mother glances longingly out of the window. “They will. Just you wait.”

“We don’t have time to wait,” the henchman says a little desperately. 

“Heroes always appear in a nick of time. They have all the time in the world.”

The henchman manages to drag her to the front door. She frowns at the door laying on the tile like a red carpet to their escape. “What happened to my door?” she asks distantly.

They more or less drag their mother down three flights of stairs, eyes blurred with the burning smoke leading the way. Hurling the two of them out onto the dirty pavement outside is a relief for their lungs, but the blazing fire still licks at them from all angles. Something in the reception of the building collapses loudly behind them.

Most sane people have left by now—the streets are deserted save for the destruction slowly forcing its way through the city.

The henchman wraps hands around their mother’s arm in an attempt to get her moving. “Come on, Ma, we’re not out—”

“Ah, [Henchman], I was just wondering where you’d gotten to!”

The henchman’s heart stops momentarily. They turn to meet the expectant gaze of the villain, their eyes lit up at the sight of their mother in tow.

“You found a rogue civilian,” they comment smoothly, earning a sour scowl from the henchman’s mother. “Great work. She can give us some leeway with the agency.”

The villain doesn’t know who she is. Their mother doesn’t know they work with the villain. There’s no way to stop the two worlds colliding in a brilliant explosion that is the henchman’s life.

���Us?” the henchman’s mother spits, ice cold. “Who is us?”

“No, Ma, listen, it’s not—”

“Ma?” the villain interjects quickly, a smile pulling unnaturally at their lips. “Oh, [Henchman], you know the rules.”

“No, [Villain], please, listen—”

“You work with criminals,” their mother growls. “What did I do wrong for you to insult your upbringing like this?”

“That’s a great question,” the villain adds brightly, though their gaze is set, hard, on their henchman. “I wonder what you did wrong.”

Their contract: clause five, section eight—abandon all familiar relationships, in the event of their being caught in crossfire. Prevent grief to ensure your highest performance.

This situation couldn’t be more wrong.

The villain steps forward as the henchman is caught in their own thoughts. Their mother yelps as they wrangle her out of the henchman’s grip. “Now,” the villain says coolly. “I am going to get some information with our little hostage here, and you are going to learn what happens when you break the rules.”

A pair of handcuffs click shut around their mother’s wrists, much to her disgust. “You lock me up like I’m the degenerate here.”

The villain hums a laugh, giving her a hard shove to get her walking. They pause when they don’t hear the usual loyal footsteps trailing behind them, throwing a glance over their shoulder to the henchman.

“Do I need to retrain you like a dog?”

The henchman follows. They barely have a choice anymore.