#and I set fiiiire

[creaturetale-askblog]

Creaturetale (pg 8) A omen

Prievous

Next (oh an ominous figure)

[pterribledinosaurdrawings]

Toothpaste companies must really hate people who are allergic to mint toothpaste, which a lot of people are! Apparently it's NOT supposed to burn like minty hellfire? (I'm fine with mint candy, it's only mint toothpaste that hurts)

I've been using Tom's fennel for years, but am now trying to find one with fluoride in it, and finding a toothpaste that is no mint and yes fluoride should not be such a huge and infuriating quest. still got some more grocery stores to search, but not even the children's toothpaste in the nearest one had any that were suitable.

Edit: Hey you don't need to keep copying out the tags, I wrote all the Minty Hellfire lyrics here. And then someone recorded them here.

Also, I think it might technically be a sensitivity rather than an allergy, but whatever it is, toothpaste is not supposed to hurt! If it's burning then that's bad and you should try to find a new one if possible!

[ozomatli]

shift so bad you have to cover your head with a blanket and rock back and forth while listening to regional at best crossfaded when you get home

[scuntallope]

can i stop dissociating im trying to set up a discord server

How do you write a rules channel god this is far too much thinking for one minute on a foggy brain.

i am listening to the ink spots and i just want to go and work on my yassified Lore sim helppp

[patroclusdefencesquad]

knowing every last one of them is painted in light as i Make Myself Acquinted With The Saint Of NEVER GETTING IT RIGHT

blossoms is THEE most satisfying song to sing along to. the way it just trips off the tongue is so pleasing to me

[heian-era-housewife]

Synopsis | Sukuna has had a hard day. Nothing a little music can't fix.

Content | Soft!Sukuna, Pure unadulterated fluff, King of Curses does a smol twirl.

Ryomen Sukuna storms through the front door of your shared home, plopping wordlessly into his favorite, oversized armchair, a world-weary scowl on his face. 

You can tell it's been a long day doing...whatever it is he does. (Sometimes you'd rather not know.)

He sits with eyes closed, one hand pinching the scrunched bridge of his nose, massaging his frustration. 

"You okay hun?" You ask, peering at his slumped form from across the living room. You're met only with a low grunt as he continues working his troubled features.

Ryomen may not know what he needs right now. But you do.

Grabbing a dusty record off a nearby bookshelf, you give it a quick blow before setting the needle. A bygone tune crackles to life, warped and weathered by time itself. A song you both know well. 

He raises his brows slightly as he's met with the ragtimey chords of a well-worn piano, watching with one eye open as you dance your way toward him. 

"....No," he warns.

"I know what will make you feel better," You beckon peevishly in your sing-songy voice.

"No way...." he objects, voice lacking its harsh edge.

"You know you want to~ " You croon, taking his hands in yours and swaying playfully to the melody. As the intro fades away, you begin to sing.

"I don't want to set the world on firreeee~"

"No..." he repeats weakly.

"I just want to start...a flame in your heart~" You pull him up from his seat, forcing him to sway to the rythm as you push and pull his hands in time with the sultry tune. "In my heart I have but one desirrreeee~ sing with me Ryo!"

"Absolutely not."

"That one is youuu...no other will do~"

"You're not going to stop are you?"

"Not until you sing," you tease, flashing him an irresistable, pleading look.

He heaves a huge sigh and then, in his gravelled voice low and unenthused, "I've lossed all ambition...for worldly acclaim..." he starts, rolling his crimson eyes.

You break into a huge smile making his heart skip, urging him to continue. 

"I just want to be the one you love~" He sings.

Getting into the music, he lifts your hand with a swing inviting you to twirl, the hem of your skirt billowing out with a wistful flare as he twists you around the creaking floorboards.

You continue with the song, picking up where he left off: "With your admition that you feel the same...I'll have reached the dream I'm dreaming offffffff~ Take it away Ryo!"

From his two fingers, a flame shoots to life in the hearth as you both dance by. A wiley grin illuminates his face against the fire's warmth.

"I don't want to set the world.. on fiiiire~" He croons handsomely, pulling you close. "I just want to start...a flame in your heart".

"In my heart I have but one....desire" you join him for the final notes, singing in harmony "That one is you. No other will do~" 

Reaching to your full extent you offer him the final spin. He humors you, crouching low to fit beneath your arm as he twirls, breaking away and landing dramatically back into his chair. His weary look replaced with a radiant smile. 

All prior troubles melted away by the warmth of your laughter, the fire's glowing flames, and the love you both share.

Inspired by this lovely performance by the illustrious Rimski and Handkerchief. Please give them a bit of well-deserved love. ❤️

[an-honest-endeavor]

Yeeeah when I feel nervous or afraid,

I know what to do, boy, I just set that shit on fiiiire and dab!

[bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog]

UPSET? FOR HIS ATTENTION? NOW THAT’S JUST RIDICULOUS!

FORGIVENESS IS FOR SAD FAILURES THAT HAVE GIVEN UP ANY SENSE OF DIGNITY. WHAT COULD I POSSIBLY BE FORGIVEN FOR THAT MATTERS?

IMPROVING HIS LIFE?

GIFTING HIM WITH THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE?

A GOOD TIME? COMPANY? YEAH, RIGHT.

I’M NOT DESPERATE FOR ANYONE’S TIME OF DAY. IF ANYTHING, HE’S LUCKY TO HAVE MINE! I’M AN ANCIENT BEING. AN OMNISCIENT GOD FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION! HE’S BEING UNGRATEFUL. HE SHOULD BE DESPERATE. HE WAS DURING THAT WHOLE DISCIPLE-AND-MUSE ACT, WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT? A LIE? BEING TRICKED? THE OTHER STUFF? PSHH. HE NEEDS TO GET OVER HIMSELF.

Sooooo… Ford and Calypso cuddling, huh?

A GREAT WAY TO STRANGLE SOMEONE!

SCALES MIGHT BE GOING THROUGH HER LITTLE REDEMPTION ARC NOW, BUT THAT WASN’T ALWAYS THE CASE! YOU SEEM TO FORGET THAT, HUH.

[im-tempted]

Sometimes I remember some of the things from the FNAF fandom

And have to back peddle real fast cuz nope nope nope

[pika-blur]

iOTA RUN THERE’S A FUCKIN FIRE

[kushami-hime]

CW: Comfort wav, fantasy AU, tough but fair B/akugou, Dragon King! B/akugou, sad/depressed/sick! listener, K/irishima’s here too! B/akugou giving pep talks and trying to cheer listener up, B/akugou being a rough caretaker but caring very much for listener, (TW!) slight mention of slavery in a fantasy setting! 

While tending to your usual duties you find yourself feeling quite ill, and his majesty discovers this right away. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he sees it fit that you rest in your quarters while he tends to your needs, as any King should!

No sneezy B/akugou this time around, sorry guys u.u But I wanted to do this comfort audio for a while cause I felt like the script was absolute fiiiire! He may be rough around the edges but his majesty cares for you very much, enough to go out of his way to ensure your quick recovery from whatever illness is plaguing you! 

Next will be a birthday audio for a lovely anon and (HOPEFULLY) Double Trouble. I only need to record T/odoroki and he’ll be done!

No explicit kink stuff in here so I feel like it’s safe to say that anyone can interact (just don’t bash my blog OK? lmao)

[late-nite-scholar]

Falloutober Day 1: World on Fire

And onto the second prompt list I’ve decided to tackle this month! I’m here with Falloutober, courtesy of @falloutober​! I really liked this particular prompt, and I ran with it. Ended up with a bit of a fluffy piece featuring my Sole Survivor, Hawke (originally named Hannah, pre-cryostasis) and her very favorite ghoul, Hancock. 

Warnings- mentions of drug/chem use

Length- around 900-ish words

(I don’t remember when exactly I took this screenshot, but it’s a pretty good one of the two of them)

The song floated over from the radio behind them. A small chuckle gave way to a sigh as Hawke snuggled herself deeper into the ratty couch. 

***

I don't want to set the world on fiiiire….

"What's funny, darlin'?" Hancock pulled her closer, idly running his fingers up and down her arm.  

"This song… it just makes me think. I did see the world on fire. Briefly. It's still so fresh for me, but I'm the only one. It's damn near ancient history for everyone else. I'm the only one who remembers what it was like before…" 

"I dunno how you do it. Lookin' out there and knowin' what it all is supposed to look like. I'd be so deep in chems you'd never see me again." 

"It's tempting. Trust me. If it wasn't for Shaun…" She took a deep breath. She was no closer to finding her son now than she had been when she'd woken up from cryosleep six months ago. 

As if intuiting her thoughts, he rubbed her arm gently. "We'll find him. Even if we gotta storm the Institute ourselves." 

"Just you and me?" 

"Yeah. Get us both some power armor and we'll be good to go." He joked. A long moment stretched out between them before he asked. "What was it like?" 

"What was what like?" 

"The world. What was it like before it got blown up?" 

The question surprised her a little. He'd never asked something like that before. Others had, but Hancock had always steered clear of anything that would bring up old pain. Ever since he'd gone back to the Vault with her that one time. He'd seen the cryochamber she'd been trapped in all those years, and the one across from it that Nate was still in. It had turned him quiet, and when they’d gotten back to her house in Sanctuary Hills he’d taken a Calmex himself before offering her some. After that, he never asked about her life before the war. Until now. 

She leaned a little closer to him, considering her words. "It was different in a way, the same in a way. People are people, no matter what the world looks like. So much is gone, of course; the law office where I used to work is part of the Glowing Sea now. I was just about to head back to work when the bombs fell. Shaun was going to go to a daycare a couple of days a week and stay the rest with Codsworth. I was looking forward to it, going for coffee first thing, seeing my coworkers. I'd even gotten my hair done to be ready." She laughed. "I'd look like a stranger to myself if that me saw me now. I used to wear suits and dresses, skirts with heels. Makeup always done, hair done." 

"Mmmm, skirts and heels?" Hancock teased gently. 

“Every day.” She teased back. But her smile turned sad. “It almost feels like someone else’s life. I guess it was, in a way. It was before I was me, and I was still her, that woman I was before. It was Hannah’s life, Hannah’s world. And it’s gone now, obliterated in a flash brighter than the sun. That’s what it looked like, you know.”

“You actually saw the bomb fall? I thought you were in the Vault when it happened?”

“We were on the elevator, and it was starting to go down. I didn’t see the bomb itself come down, just this blinding flash. Then the mushroom cloud, this column of fire going up. The elevator had gone down just enough that the shockwave passed right over us. It was loud. Louder than anything. So yeah, seeing the world on fire was the last time I saw it for two hundred years.” 

“Oh, darlin’...” he said softly. 

“It’s easier to talk about now. Like I said, it feels like another life. And this world… it’s a hard one. But it’s not all bad.” She shifted back to rest her head on his shoulder. 

“That’s just the chems talkin’.” 

“I haven’t taken anything today. I mean it. I mean, yeah, there’s so many dangerous things now, I never had to worry about Super Mutants and radscorpions and deathclaws before. But this is… freer.” 

“You sure you’re sober, baby? You just said you liked this shitty world.”

She laced her fingers into his. “Maybe I’m just more suited to this than I was to that world. I wonder if I really did belong there, or if I was just pretending. Maybe it’s just being so far removed from it… I… I don’t think I’d go back, even if I could.” 

“Really? You’re not bein’ serious, are you?”

“I am. I feel like I belong here now. And besides,” She turned to give him a grin. “I’ve met this handsome fella in the Commonwealth. He’s a mayor and everything.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here, too, darlin’.” 

The song had long ended, and another had taken over. They sat for a long moment, listening to a melody that had been old even in Hannah’s time. The world outside was indeed harsh; but right now, in this patched and rebuilt pre-war house in Sanctuary Hills, it was perfect.    

[omghotmemes]

"I don't want to set the woooorld on fiiiire"

[agooberscast]

💌 Beli, for Marina--

Dear Marina,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways~!

You make my kokoro go doki-doki when I look at you.

Ahhhh, you set my heart on fiiiire...~

Marina. You taste as cute as you look. I am happy that you are my girlfriend and that I get to keep you close to me. I know I'm not usually too good with words, but writing them proves easier.

I know we started so forcefully and so wriggly together, but now we do it for fun and because we love each other. It really has changed so soon and for the better, so I'm glad you could find room in your heart for me like I found room in my belly for you.

When you come out and we cuddle for hours on end, I really love how you're even softer than me. You are probably the softest thing I have in my house, now, but you also make it feel like a home. I can never thank you enough for that, too.

May this letter find you well and intact, when I send it down, so that you can know how much I love you back when we have our off days together or separately.

Love you lots,

Beli~

[adobe-outdesign]

FFPS AU where Michael was told there was a fire and for his last request asked Henry to patch him through the intercom to sing a karaoke version of "We Didn't Start The Fire." Michael doesn't actually know the lyrics, aside from the chorus.

Michael: WE DIDN’T START THE FIIIIRE ♫

Henry: I am starting the fire though. right now in fact

Michael: no it’s a meme

Henry: what’s a meme

Michael: just set me on fire already

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

I JUST READ ON THAT DEUXMOI ACCT THAT TIMMY AND LILY MIGHT BE BACK TOGETHER, SAID BY TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE THAT SAW THEM TOGETHER SOMEONE SET ME ON FIIIIRE 😍😍😍