#torch/Flashlight

[screamlet]

118 daily drabble (day 97; extension)

@118dailydrabble

notes: beauty and the beast / fairy tale au ("beauty" buck and "beast" tommy). series tag here.

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If the wolves didn't stop him, these gates wouldn't either. Evan hesitated, then jumped. A miracle landed him safely, and he was the miracle that would save Maddie.

Eerily, the castle opened onto a dark, abandoned hall. He screamed, "Maddie!" then followed her voice. Torches ignited as Evan entered a dungeon with one prisoner: his sister.

He extended his torch into the shadows and found her jailer: a giant beast.

"Evan, leave me!" 

Evan's wild eyes met the beast's ferocious ones. "My life for hers."

"She is my prisoner."

"My life for hers."

"It is done."

Evan was shoved to the floor. His light went out as Maddie was dragged away. Maddie was free, and he was alone.

[fae-sodapop]

The Little Nightmares Kids #One

Here I'll be sharing my drawings & headcanons!

This is an AU where all the kids live (I do love my children doomed by the plot but let me be delusional & give them semi happy endings)

Reference images at the end!

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LN 1

Six: 9 years old, Black hair, Grey eyes, She/her, 🇯🇵, Item: Lighter, Powers: Shadow manipulation. 5th & 6th lady in the cycle. Sharp teeth.

Seven (The runaway Kid): 10 years old, Brown hair, Green eyes, He/they, 🇯🇵, Item: Flashlight. Powers - Water manipulation. Friends w/ Torch. Saved during a time loop & doesn't get eaten.

Torch (The flashlight girl) : 13 years old, she/her, Brown hair, Grey eyes, She/Her, 🇯🇵/🇬🇧, item: Flashlight (previously). The daughter of The Lady ex heir of the Maw. Was caught by the janitor & locked up accidentally, if he had known it was her he wouldn't have done it. She escaped the maw w/ the help of The Mirror Monster.

Ration (Bread kid): 14 years old, he/him, 🇺🇲, Gray hair, Brown eyes. Former prisoner on the Maw. Always very kind to the younger kids sharing his food & such.

Mono: 10 years old, he/him, 🇬🇧, Brown hair, static eyes, Powers: teleport through television, . Future thin man.

Reblogs > ❤️

1) Reference models for Torch & Ration - Child prisoners on the Maw

2 & 3) Reference images for Torch

[sirwillby]

imagine being from london and hearing "oh its ok the human torch will save us" so you're expecting a giant flashlight or something and then this man made of fucking fire shows up

[ask-bfdi-and-ii-ship-kidzzzzz]

Ship kids!

RULES

-NO NSFW ASK

-Feel free to roleplay as ur ocs or bfdi/ii characters

-There all kids!

-You can do magic ask

Kidzzzz

-II-

Flashlight - 11 - Lightbrush - she/her

Fiber glow stick - 15 - Lightbrush - he/him

Glow stick - 14 - Fantube - she/her

Flask - 12 - Fantube - she/her

Candle Holder - 16 - Silvercandle - he/him

Ribbon Mic - 13 - Soapmic - he/him

Construction Paper - 11 - Payjay - she/her

-BFDI-

Maple - 14 - fireafy - she/he

Push pin - 13 - Coinpin - he/him

Bookmark - 14 - Booktag - she/her

Magazine - 12 - Booktag - He/him

Ruby Earing - 14 - Flowby - she/they

Bubble Blower - 13 - fubble - he/him

Torch - 14 - Matcil - he/him

Y - 16 - 24X - they/them

Z - 14 - 24X - Xe/Xim

[hauntedberries]

made fantasy versions of my usual bag contents for a uni org drawing prompt and wanted to format it like a silly rpg!

[prettyflyshyguy]

AH FUCK it WAS wip wednesday but in true Shy fashion - I never post on actual wip wednesday (americans - it's thursday at the time of posting this so shhhhh)

I'm taking like near constant psychic chip damage at the moment, it's like in minecraft when mobs go in sunlight (imagine anytime I'm awake there's a CHK CHK CHK happening and it's draining my health bar and energy), so drawing is still hard and so is writing funnily enough HOWEVER have a teaser since it is spooky month and I really want to get both of my two WIPs posted. Y'know. In the spirit of October.

“As the great one always said, whenever you have a night to yourself for festivity and drink, some bullshit always gets in the way.” 

“And who exactly said that Zeke?”

“Murphy, it’s one of his laws. Anywho–” he patted Cole on the back before pushing himself off the couch. “We have one badass bitch to take down and by my calculations…. You’ve got around eight hours, give or take, before you’re utterly screwed.”

“Geez, no pressure.”

Zeke rested his hands on his hips as he looked out across the crowds that were milling about the roads below them, cheering and howling in joy, happy and oblivious.

“Hey you think U V light might work on them?” Cole called out from the couch behind him.

Zeke peered over his shoulder, a knowing smirk plastered across his face.

“Don’t start with me again Z, everyone knows vampires are allergic to sunlight.” Cole waved his hand in the air as Zeke held back a chuckle.

“Besides, it worked on the swamp monsters, it’s probably worth a shot. You got any more of those floodlights from the swamp lying around?”

“Oh you mean the Dunbar beam, patent pending?” Zeke excitedly hurried over to a milk crate set off to one side next to a pile of junk that had begun to accumulate on the roof. 

“I’m still not calling it that.”

Zeke shook his head. “Too hard to haul from flood town, besides they draw a lot of power, I mean a lot.” He riffled through the crate. 

“Uh, hello,” Cole gestured with his arms, “walking battery here.”

“More juice than you can supply at a steady rate, trust me I ran the numbers. Ah HAH!”

He held aloft a large square torch, triumphantly presenting it. Cole stared at it. 

“Zeke how is that going to help us? It’s not even that dark out–”

“Say’s the guy with nightvision.” Zeke interrupted him, “No my friend this is no ordinary flashlight, this is the Dunbar beam prototype.”

“You put a U V globe in a dolphin?” Cole scoffed.

Zeke pressed the on switch and beamed a direct blast of purple light at Cole’s face. He yelped in response, and Zeke switched it off after a second, watching in amusement as Cole coughed and spluttered as smoke sizzled off his skin. 

“Hey it worked!”

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Hastily grabbing his still warm coffee, he took a sip to wash down the taste of the blood. 

Sam had made a comment in passing, suggesting Dean mix the two liquids to help ease the transition to his new temporary diet. He was standing stooped over the table, leaning forward, fingers gripping into the wood so hard he threatened to splinter it. Samuel was watching him closely while carefully wrapping in plastic the syringe of blood extracted from the severed head of the monster that started the whole ordeal. He moved to place it in the freezer, eyes never leaving Dean for more than a second as Sam continued to try and talk to him, offering words of support and comfort. Dean hardly heard any of them over the raging cacophony in his ears.

He looked up at the door, then down at the spoon. Reluctantly and slowly, he spooned up a portion of blood and grimaced as he tilted the spoon carefully, letting it slide into the coffee cup. He repeated the process a few times before dunking the spoon in the mug and slowly began to stir. He had hoped the fact that both liquids were dark, it wouldn’t be noticeable once they were combined. He hadn’t realised just how clearly his eyes were able to perceive fine details in the low light, and his heart sank as he watched the blood fold over itself as it refused to mix cleanly with the coffee. Grabbing the mug with both hands, he hoisted it up and forced himself to drink, willing himself to pretend that it was any other night after a hunt, like every other coffee he’d made in a shitty dark hotel room.

But it wasn’t, the refreshing bitter taste was marred by the metallic twang that only reminded him of every time ripped his lips or gums open during a fight. The flavor was not improved. He wished he’d never considered the suggestion from his brother in the first place. Unable to finish the drink, he set it back down on the table. 

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The water did little to flush the taste from his mouth, but the cold neutral taste was better than the alternative. He twisted the faucet tap closed and wiped the excess water off his face, inspecting it in the mirror to confirm he had cleaned himself off sufficiently. The reflection that looked back, he still recognised. At least that was just in the movies. Who knows where it even started up. It was stupid, afterall. Why would someone’s entire reflection just disappear? Maybe ancient vampires had no mirrors in their castles and manors. Maybe some were just as disgusted with their existence as he was. He wished he didn’t have a reflection. 

Stepping back across the threshold into the room, he began to hear footsteps moving rapidly, approaching the main room door. Startled slightly by the noise, he leapt back to the table, snatching the spoon, tossing it a few feet into the sink, then grabbing the jar and screwing the lid on just as the door opened as Sam stepped inside the room. He instinctively reached for the light switch, flicking it on and looking up to see Dean standing halfway between the table and the kitchen, jar in one hand, the other arm raised covering his eyes. 

“Oh shit, sorry Dean.” he flicked the switch back off and blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the dim. 

[akascow]

if some ppl call flashlights ‘torches’ then what do they call actual torches

[general-kalani]

"Don't set shit on fire, Specter"

"Oh my fucking-"

"You're thinking of a molotov. A flashbang doesn't set fire to shit. And a torch- flashlight really- can't set fire to things. Fuck me I thought I was fucking stupid sometimes."

[isadora-greenhall]

[image ID: photo of Larry Daley, as played by Ben Stiller in Night at the Museum, holding a lit flashlight. He is looking at the camera with a determined look. End ID]

those fuck ass animatronics would not have stood a chance against this absolute god

[possibly-evil]

when I tell people I’m half American and half British (English) does that actually mean anything or am I just saying I’m half white and half white

[fingertipsmp3]

iOS18 when I fucking get you—

[phantasmanatic]

so painfully obvious when americans don’t engage with anything global even a little bit bc they will actually get mad at someone for referring to an item in a different way than the american way and that’s just one more reason why i hate being american

[ladyjmontilyet]

the doctor used his phone torch to look down my throat today

idk what i was expecting

but it wasn't that

[the-pest1lence]

I realised when I was texting my friend that I use the uk version of words when it comes to spelling.

I blame this on Jonny Sims and Alex J Newall