#burns tw

[wolfythewitch]

Honey don’t feed me I will come back

[sayruq]

Boost please and donate if you can

[nerdpoe]

"...Timmy...?" Dick hasn't called him that since before Bruce disappeared, but it's the only thing he can say as he stares at his brother's broken, bleeding body.

Tim, Timmy, his little brother in all but blood, bleeding from his ears and eyes and nose, burned so severely his skin is peeling off, actually turns to look at him.

Freezes.

"Shit. No one's supposed to see this." Tim says, and Dick lurches forward to do...something. He doesn't know what, for all his first-aid training doesn't know how he can help when there's this much damage, but he has to do something.

But Tim disappears, like he was never there.

Or; On a ghosts death day, they gain the appearance they had at death. This includes the injuries. Danny spends his death day very far away from home, since it actually makes his human form look like he got electrocuted to death by untold voltage and mass dosages of radiation, and he really doesn't want his mom and dad to see that, even if they're cool with the half-ghost thing. Problem; apparently he's a dead ringer for someone Nightwing knows, and he just mentally scarred Valerie's favorite hero. Fuck.

[eerieechos]

‘Curufin got burns on his arms from holding onto Fëanor as he fucking exploded’ is a revolutionary god tier idea that I am subscribing to for the rest of my life

[pakchoys]

boy with the hand shaped scar

[parmaviolets]

remember what you saw.

[heehoo-snek]

Whatever, go my apocalypse kitties

[toothd]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfated for . . . semi - open, @tearsofalyssa, @hclvedhearts, @eclipt1cs, @retrouviel & 2 others . located in . . . the sick bay, five days after the dragons' escape .

in his dreams, he still has his arm. regular dreams — the kind that he had had as a boy, before the gods had begun to show him life through the eyes of animals. could the gods not have bothered to speak to him of the parameters of his gift? could they not have sent answers? could they not have done anything but bestow upon him a great responsibility and throw him to the wolves? their silence had led him here, weakened beyond measure, missing his arm, a man who would never be whole except in his dreams. he had laid motionless under the care of the maesters for five days, according to what they had told him. he had woken up after three, spied the nothing where his arm should be, and shut his eyes for another two. with his eyes closed, he could still feel its weight against him, still bend it at the elbow, still wiggle his fingers which were not there. his eyes are closed now, cradled away from the harshness of reality within his imagination. " i don't recall summoning you, " he insists. the footsteps he hears are not that of the maester assigned to pester him hourly. the visitor's smell, barely caught over the stench of his own cauterized flesh, is not his either. and jacks was in no mood for visitors.