#burns warning

[pipis-incident]

!! body horror warning!! if you can count this as one

pov: when u used to be just an email guy

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I kinda wanna see Purple Yam get fractured/shattered. With Milk witnessing it!

It burns. Oh, how it burns. Searing, white-hot pain began to feel as though it was flowing through Yam's very veins. Within his dough, fine-point cracks would develop, glowing a fiery yellow. Staggered, barely able to keep himself up by his mace, the berserker would growl and grunt as he grit back the pain, gripping the handle of his weapon as tight as he could.

"What... The HELL is this...!?" Dread laced Yam's voice as he lifted his gaze, barely making out the expression of sheer shock upon his friend's face. Milk, the one that's supposed to heal... Who'd attempted to use his restorative magic on the brute's soul stone... "WHAT did you DO?!" The crippled warrior would shout, falling to a kneel as the pain coursed through his system.

"I-I just wanted to- to see if I could cool your s-stone to-" Milk's voice wouldn't finish his sentence, a whimper escaping his throat instead. He'd messed up. No, worse than that, he fucked up. He could feel his hand start to burn up through his gloves as the essence of his friend snapped and crackled from the resistant heat. So much for attempting to help...

The white-haired healer attempted to will himself to approach his suffering friend, but... With how vehemently the stone was breaking apart, there was no way he'd be able to repair his friend or the stone that was beginning to burn through his cloth. "I-I'm... so sorry..."

"Well SORRY isn't- Ghh... Isn't going to CUT IT this time! I-" With a growling yell, Yam would finally collapse onto both knees, mace slipping from his hold as the yellow cracks would peel back his skin, oranges and reds seeping from the wounds. "I feel... I feel like I'm in HELL-!"

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Energy drink for headcannons?

Oooh!! It’s been a while since I thought about Energy Drink!!

- Before the whole jellywalker infection, Energy Drink was known as Caffeine Cookie, someone who was incredibly rambunctious and thought they could fend off the infection through sheer will alone. - Doesn’t talk much, but anytime they do, it’s typically something cryptic or leader-like. - They can’t see through their starred eye. At all. It was previously an infected eye before they got treatment, and couldn’t be recovered. - The fluid in Energy Drink’s pack is highly acidic and can harm practically anything it comes into contact with, even themself. It keeps the infection back by burning it away, thus “purifying” it. - No they do NOT sound like Darth Vader, it’s more akin to something like this. - They don’t deal well with kids, but often end up being bombarded by them and having to comfort them. Somehow, despite how they aren’t a fan of younger ones, they do surprisingly well with keeping them calm and happy. - Has no relationship with any other scientist like Aloe or Wasabi, but still finds themself discomforted when in the presence of someone who’s in any form of science or even science-esque field. - They knew the end of their world was coming, but not from the Jellywalkers, but from something outside of their control. All they wanted was to survive and keep the others oblivious and safe before it was shut down.

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Maybe Cinnamon growing tired of everyone being absolutely horrible to him even though he's been nothing but nice? Preferably after the Cheesecake Manor event please?

"I've had it, I've had it!" The magician growled to no one but himself, the stomps of his heavy strides echoing through the halls of the library of the archives. The shelves nearly shook from such force, the irritation having finally welled into overflowing. "Call me 'irritating', tell me that I'm nothing but 'trouble'..." Over and over again he'd been told these things. From family, from friends, and most of all hecklers! Their performances meant nothing to them- being told it was all fake again and again! "Tell me I'm just a problem, go on! It's not as if I haven't heard it a hundred times before!" His words fell on deaf ears, though it didn't matter that no one was around.

No one would listen to the cries of a 'troublemaker', anyways. Hell, some would even say he's just crying wolf! He's never even seen a wolf in his life!

Stopping in his tracks, the ginger would turn to a nearby bookcase. There was no movement, no sound, not even anything visual to catch his attention, and yet... He knew he'd found what he wanted. It was with a twisted, grim smile that the magic-user set his hands upon one of many tomes within the shelves. Pulling it out with just a little trouble, he nearly dropped it to the floor- His hands were far too small for handling such a large bound scripture alone. It was with a huff that Cinnamon let the tome drop by his own will, coming down to his knees moments after.

"If you're all going to hate me for being so kind... For being as helpful as I can... I'll make you all regret it... Ha..." A shaking huff came from the magician, a hand of his trembling for reasons he didn't quite understand as he pried open the book before him. There was a laugh from him, something that could have been compared to madness, as the actions he took went far past his thin rationality. The book gleamed with carnelian- bursting open the rest of the way before Cinna could even get a word out. The light that blazed forth was blinding, something that would quickly envelop those around them- even the young magician himself.

It was with tear-filled eyes from the light and a body feeling as if it was within the sun itself that the magician would realize just what power he had released... And what he had bestowed upon himself. As if knowing what to do, Cinnamon reached an open hand out towards the light, remaining strong against the magic as he felt it scorch him. His very veins felt as if they were evaporating, the heat flooding his circulation and forcing his heart to feel close to bursting.

And yet, the magician would feel this for but a moment, the burning that once surrounded him dulling as it descended and absorbed through his outstretched hand. It was... Odd, to say the least. The sensation felt as if it should be overwhelming, but the temporary distress that Cinna had been put through had found itself to be... Incredibly calm. Such heat was subdued down to what was only a warmth within his body. It felt... Powerful... Otherworldly...

"Is this...?" Cinnamon couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened, the words that fell from him not having any set ending that he could think of asking. Eyes cautiously prying themself open, he felt a wave of warmth wash over him. This- This power... He could use it. He could use it against them, most of all the hecklers...! Carnelian eyes blinking in realization, the magician stumbled slightly over himself but brought himself to his feet. "I... I can..." With a hesitant snap of his fingers, a small flare of fire magic came from his fingertips. It was nothing much, but a simple test proved something to him... And it would be proven to as many others, as well.

"I can finally show them... My magic is real...!"

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Fire Spirit x Knight angst?

The scent of burning flesh permeated the air around the two cookies, both shocked by the occurance that had just occured before them. Just a playful little punch to the arm, just as friends- or in this case, partners- typically did. Especially those that aren't afraid to get rough around the edges.

Unfortunately, Fire Spirit neglected the fact that Knight wasn't wearing his protective armor. Sure, he held his lance with him always, but being out of his armor and in some light, short clothing for once in his life... And this is the mistake he makes?

Clutching his burnt arm, yet avoiding the scorched area, Knight could feel the heat radiating from his wound. Hissing and desperately attempting to keep himself from expressing his pains, yet his breathing was still hitching despite it. He's experienced burns before, no doubt, facing dragons gave him his fill. But this? This burned with the heat of a thousand suns, as if it was Hellfire that charred him.

Cautiously, Fire Spirit attempted to approach, only to held back by a sudden unsheathing of a lance, one that was pointed to his chest. "Don't." Was the only word Knight commanded, yet it hurt all the more. "Don't... Don't come close again. Not- Not without my armor on..."

Wordless, the now remorseful and low flame that had singed his lover backed off. He watched the lance lower and be sheathed once more, and back to dealing with this pain the knight went.

"T-tell me, Spire," The blonde spoke after a few moments of ensuring his breath was steady. Ah, at least the embodiment of flame's nickname wasn't lost. Perhaps this wasn't has horrible as the shock made it feel.

"Eternal flames don't-... They don't eternally burn, right?"

...

Or, perhaps, this was worse than the shock predicted.

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could you add onto fireknight if possible? or white Choco’s defeat?

(Part 1 of Accidental Scorching)

Armored as always, Knight gave a swing of his lance. Even now, his burn mark stung. He could feel the scabbing of his chip and break with each practiced movement he gave. Knights much like himself always had to keep training, but with the burning in his arm, he wasn't sure if he could keep this up. He could feel the sweat from his skin- caused by the warmthed of the layered armaments- irritating his open wound. It was painful. Miserable.

Implored by his fellow protectors, he was forced into his quarters to rest and apply treatment. The medical rooms were already full from other assaults upon the castle, so his own room was the best they had.

Laid upon his bed, staring at the ceiling with his burnt arm gently bent over his stomach to not irritate the scorched area, Knight already felt as if he was losing his mind. Perhaps he was even going crazy, hearing the crackling of flames over the silence. Soft reminders of what's keeping him from experiencing his namesake's duty. Heat wandered over him, his body sweating under his armor. Wait, if this was occuring, then-

"You can come out, Spire. Your nervousness is heating the entire room."

With a shakey sigh, Fire Spirit appeared from the nothingness of the air. Of course, he was spirit, he could hide is visibility if he wanted. The heat always stayed, an obvious tell from other ghosts and spirits that haunted the castle.

"I'm... Very sorry about your burn, Knighty..." Spirit said with a nervous laugh, as dry as the air surrounding him. Knight gave nothing but narrowed eyes to the flaming fellow, warrenting a small distancing. Any higher and Fire Spirit may as well be burning the ceiling down. "Really! I- I didn't know it would happen. And, since it's me that burned you-"

"It's fine."

"It's- It's not! I hurt you- I burnt you-"

"It's just a burn. You said it yourself, it's just that. Give it a few weeks, and it'll heal right back to nothing more than another scar."

That scared, nearly terrified expression of Spire's wasn't the most reassured, or the most reassuring. "What?" The voice of Knight's sounded more like a statement than a question, with the force for an answer set behind it.

"I... I might not have been entirely honest about that b-burn of your's... But uh- Promise me- Promise me you won't hate me?"

"..."

"...please. C-can you make a promise...?"

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Alchemist Angst

"I tell you, I've boiled it down to a science! Here, have a taste!" Alchemist insistantly handed a flask over to Birthday Cake, beaming with pride. "One essence of party, guarenteed to allow anyone to experience their ultimate party fantasy!"

Though skeptical, especially considering this was an 'untested formula', Birthday side-eyed the concoction brewer. "I don't believe this is safe, Alchy..." Her nudge towards rejecting a sip was gentle, though she was pushed right back as the mixture was shoved up towards her mouth. "Just one little sip? I assure you, the Queen of Atoms would never allow anything bad to happen to her subjects... On accident, that is!"

"Very comforting."

"Indeed!"

With a roll of her eyes, the planner of ultimate parties gave a small puff of breath out before taking the smallest sip out of the flask forced upon her. It tasted... Spicy. Too spicy. In fact, it was so spicy she could feel her insides trying to expel it. She coughed once, twice, soon going into a fit that led to breathlessness. She can't speak a word to ask for help, but the sound of broken glass and a strained expression was enough to get Alchemist to act.

Running from the scene, Alchemist found her body lightly shaking as she realized how drastic her mistake more than likely was. What would she do? What could she do? Clearly that fluid had acidic properties, so- so- uh- find something basic? Yes! Yes, of course! Ah, but where could that be?

Frantic searching yielded little results, but enough to make a solution. Rushing back to her little alchemy lab, the experimentor practically busted down the door in order to get in quick enough, but...

All that sat upon the floor was a pile of overly puffed dough, a giant mass with a few candles and a mess of frosting, not to mention torn fondant cloth. Nausea wracked her system, knocking to her knees and spilling some of the base she had prepared for a life-saving rescue. And yet, nothing but a life loss. Her experimentations had taken a life. This... This was a risk she took with her profession, yes, but not one she expected to ever go this sour.

She-... She should get rid of this mass... If she can even bring her body to move without convulsing in utter disgust...

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Melting Birthday Cake Cookie?

"Ah, right! So you wish to have your party... Here...?" The doubt in her voice was prominent. The embodiment of flame having his party upon the side of a volcano with cracks within the ground was not the safest place, but...

"No where else is acceptable! It's the best place, I can tell you that!" If there was a polite way for Birthday Cake to tell Fire Spirit off for how horrible wrong he was, she'd say so, but stubborn minds were never her strong suit to handle. "Right... Clearly." Thank goodness flames didn't pick up sarcasm as much as they picked up fuel.

With a forced grin, Birthday Cake made a small walk about the area, noting the cracks and faults in order to plan areas accordingly. If she couldn't avoid the hazards, she could at least plan around them. She found herself sweating- the heat effecting her more than anticipated. Nevertheless, she pressed onward and planned out the area in a little notepad of her's, making notes of every nook and cranny and-

Shake-?

The ground beneath her rumbled. The ground, unstable as it was, held up enough for B-Day to stand her ground. "Ah-! An earthquake?!" Yet another hazard! The only thing that could make things worse is...

"Oh, would you look at that!"

"Huh?"

"The 'great' Red Dragon is throwing another temper tantrum again. Looks like we're gonna get showered in magma soon! Ha!"

Looking up towards the sky, yes, Pitaya was soaring them, howling and roaring as dragons typically do. They circled the area, particularly around the volcano... The two of them stood upon.

"I- I don't mean to cut this planning session short, Mister Spirit-" Birthday sputtered, trying to keep her composure by clearing her throat, "but this is a dangerous situation for someone such as myself. May I be excused and we can reschedule?"

The strange look Birthday had recieved only caused her stomach to turn as Fire Spirit turned to her, shrugging off the danger. "No need! I'll just take you into the air, where the magma can't reach you!"

"Wait, but-"

Before another word was spoken, the party planner was swopped up into the spirit's arm, and taken to the air. Immediately, the heat charred her dress and pressed further. Just the close proximity alone was enough to burn her, but direct touch? Ohh... She could feel her insides being charred and melted.

...and Fire Spirit would be none the wiser until he'd gotten a fatal distance from the ground.