#fire reference tw

[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!”

[prince-silver-lining]

Makalovin

My gift to @real-fire-emblem-takes for the Fire Emblem Secret Santa, run by @feshippingpolls!

Never invite Makalov to your house party if you want to have beer to pong

Blingee below!

I never understood how Mod Goldmary found him attractive, but I think I'm starting to get it now. Can't explain it. Makalovin.

[qtubbo]

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

[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.

[the-better-rascal]

Methane Hydrate

Fire and ice don’t go together,

They say.

Not like bread and butter.

Not like the sunlight and its rays.

Fire and ice won’t go together,

They say.

But what if they get together anyway?

Fire is bold, brash and untamable, causing trouble wherever he goes,

Leaving nothing but damage in his wake.

But no matter how bright he glows,

His heart would ache and ache.

Ice is sharp, frigid, and lingering, like the frozen sheets of ice on roads,

People are drawn away from the bitterness.

All alone, his resentment growed,

Till his freezing winds deemed connection worthless.

Fire and ice go head to head,

Every gaze met with dread.

Sparks flew, frost stung,

Both burned from the woes and the joys of being young.

Till metal clashed, and red stained the earth on the ground.

And with their mistake, their conflict was buried.

It was quiet that night. Not a word, not a sound.

Except 2 beating hearts, and one silent as a mouse that scurried.

Fire and ice don’t go together,

They say.

Not like bread and butter.

Not like the sunlight and its rays.

Fire and ice won’t go together,

They say.

But what if they get together anyway?

Ice cools fire down, and helps him find peace,

Helps him repair the damage he’d done.

So now fire can freeze,

and thinks before he does without reason.

Now, fire glows brighter than ever before,

And the aching in his heart teaches him to adore.

Fire helps ice feel warm and melts off his cold, sharp layers,

And falls victim to the shallow emotions in his glacier heart.

Ice would never let his expressions be his betrayer,

Yet he finds his resentment grow greyer.

Fire and ice don’t go together,

They say.

Not like bread and butter.

Not like the sunlight and its rays.

Fire and ice won’t go together,

They say.

But what if they get together anyway?

A mistake that was first a cyclone,

turned into a blissful shower.

And the friendship between flower and ice,

could finally blossom into a beautiful flower.

[theboyatthebustop]

It’s the middle of the month and things are really going downhill right now

[automatonknight]

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

[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

[lemonthatcat55]

Gael's parents💫

1st: Ravus

2nd: Steller

Lore ⬇️ (tw: mention of death and fire)

Ravus is pure evil, there's nothing good about him. He kills for a living because it's what he's best at, and he gets paid a lot for it. Steller stopped liking him very quickly after their relationship started (she hadn't known he killed people until a while after that), but unfortunately she was forced to stay with him out of fear. Her only attempt to escape from him ended in her wings getting ripped.

When their house got torched down very many years after Gael was born, Steller wasn't able to make it out. Ravus made it out with mildly scorched wings, and Gael dissapeared with worse injuries, only alive because Steller shoved him out before her.

As an adult (current time) he's lived in a forest alone for many years since the incident, and is dead to anyone who had been informed on what happened. Only Ravus suspects him to be alive, due to inspecting the remains of the house and not finding any corpses other than his wifes'.

[dinodogs]

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

[glitchyred]

Sometimes when you have a long-term commitment to a fandom and are fixating on something else entirely you gotta stick those things in a blender and see what comes out. Sometimes it's this

[purple-anesthesia-666]

Guys, I have naked art with her in my telegram, so fill it with my rays))💜💜✨✨❄️

ahem, let me remind you of my TG channel:https://t.me/purple_anesthesia_666 there you will find everything that excites your heart, and makes it beat faster and faster)) Let's say violence, love, 18+, and Guro long live!! the entrance to our heart is open to you!))

And also the aesthetics of the kitchen)))

So fly in my purple rays!)🌡️🫶✨

I will be glad to see every ray of sunshine🤧🫶💜

[flameleads]

There was a distinct difference between how Roy viewed any other man in his life before Berthold Hawkeye.

Most were teachers, therefore authority figures. He listened to and respected them to a degree, but they were not the most important figures in his life. He was mostly ambivalent towards them. Then, there was Vanessa’s father. He heard stories about him before meeting him, and they were never destined to like each other. Roy didn’t work hard to try and change that. "If he thinks I'm gutter trash, then so be it."

Berthold Hawkeye was different. He was a respectable alchemist who Roy really wanted to impress, the first man he really sought approval of. When Roy got there, Berthold essentially saw him as the son he never had and true heir to his alchemy. But, Roy was imperfect: city accent, secondhand clothes, his manners weren't perfect, et cetera. So, Berthold spent time not only teaching him alchemy, but also trying to mold him.

Every summer, Roy had to try and do a balancing act. He was there to learn alchemy, first and foremost, so he was doing his best with that. Then he was trying to impress Berthold in any other way he could think of: taking care of the house so Riza didn't have to, handling finances because he knew how, running errands, et cetera. On top of that, while doing things so Riza didn't have to, he was trying to protect her, so he couldn't always be on his best behavior for that. He had to toe the line. It was a messy balancing act that, honestly, he shouldn't have been doing as a teenager. But, again, he saw a father figure, and he wanted to impress. Never mind the RSD and perfectionist tendencies going wild.

Disappointing Berthold devastated him in a way he struggled to voice. He went into giving and caring mode immediately after Berthold died, so a lot of his feelings went by the wayside. More compartmentalization at work. It's one reason why his alchemy has to be perfect. No room for mistakes.

[jeweledstone]

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

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

[akaikami-cherryblossom]

From a conversation with a friend

[bloodsoakedlionsrevenge]

OneBloodsoakedLion's Incorrect FE Fates Quotes #102