#flamo

[astroyosei]

Flamo stamps from Master Raindrop🔥

F2u, no need to interact / credit :)

Ah lads he was my first fictional crush hahaha! How much i loved that series😮‍💨

[flammykornrawee]

I’m flame guy!!!🔥

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Some doodle I just made.

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On the Ground 11 - Paint

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CW: caretaker new whumper, whumpee new whumper, fear of punishment, tiny whump.

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Flamo backed away, his lungs were struggling to get any air, but he couldn’t panic, not yet; not in front of Tom. He needed to endure it and panic later, cry alone somewhere when the human was done with him, that is; if he survives. He shook his head; he can’t think about it. Not now.

Part of him wanted to look around, seek Joana and scream for help, but the other giant was outside of the house, and Tom could get angry if he tries to escape.

“So Tim made you stuff, right?” It said, gesturing to the tiny things Flamo had gained not long ago.

Flamo froze, panicking rising and telling him to run, to beg, to do anything, to apologize and say he doesn’t deserve it, but… those were the first things someone did for him only, the first time someone spontaneously adapted to include him. He would rather get hurt than give it away.

“P-p-please,” he managed, walking between his treasure and the giant, “Please don’t it.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” the giant lifted both its hands and backed away, Flamo couldn’t understand the reason, “I won’t do anything, don’t get angry at me. I was just asking in case you want to paint them?”

The confusion on Flamo’s face was certainly too clear because the human started to explain itself.

“Listen, okay, I’m just, I’m not saying you don’t understand things or anything, I’m just telling you how this works, you can tell me to stop and I’ll, okay?” Tom said, nervously shaking its hands, Flamo felt that nodding was the right response so he did so.

“We like to build things here, mother though us this kind of stuff a lot, and when we like to paint the wood things we make. So…” Tom lowered its voice and looked down hesitantly, “I’m just asking with you want some... paint and stuff.”

Flamo carefully looked up, looking for any sign of anger or something that meant a threat, he didn’t find any. But maybe Tom hide it well? No, it was really clear in its anger up until now. Whatever it was planning, Flamo better obey, right?

“Hmm, T-tom?” he tried, backing away more when the giant’s eyebrow arched in surprise, “I don’t… I don’t...know what paint means…” Flamo covered his head, maybe ‘paint’ is just another word for ‘pain’, but this all is just a fancy way to say Flamo will be hurt.

“Oh? I should’ve thought that, sorry, here let me…” it looked around until its eyes landed on a small wooden bird on a shelf, when the giant took it the bird felt more threatening than any real bird Flamo had ever seen, “This is blue, see?”

Flamo nodded, there was not enough air in his lungs to verbally agree, and even if there was, he didn’t have enough courage to utter a single word now.

“And wood is not blue, I mean, this is paint. We make them color things,” the giant said, and even if vaguely related, Flamo recalled the fountain and the apple pie, humans seem to like to make things out of other things just for the fun of it. “What is your favorite color?”

Flamo knew this answer and after a feel second it manages to say a weak, “yellow,” and after a couple more times he continued, “like honey.”

Do humans know honey? Bees don’t get along with giants, do them? Maybe he should have said something easier? Maybe he-

“That’s great, do you want to make it with me?”

“...honey?” is it a giant bee?

“no, I meant paint.”

“s-sorry, sorry I I’m sorry I didn’t understand and I-”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t clear,” Tom said hurriedly, if Flamo didn’t know better he would say Tom was scared. “Want to make paint with me? You don’t need to use it on your new cup now, you can learn with other wooden things and stuff, so… want to try?”

He thought about it, even when he should’ve agreed on the spot he still thought about what he wanted… What did he want? Did he want to paint the cups? To learn how to make useless things like coloring? He did, he wanted it.

Flamo nodded.

“Great! I’ll…” Tom looked around again, and placed the wooden bird near Flamo, “I left the materials outside, I’ll be right back.”

As Tom walked away Flamo looked around at the blue “paint” on the wooden thing —which wasn’t threatening now since it wasn’t in the hands of a human anymore—, the paint thing was curious, and Flamo had no idea how it worked. Is this a kind of dust? It didn’t seem so.

Flamo looked around the room with new eyes now, focusing on several colorful things all around, he wanted to paint wood too! he wanted to be included again! He realized that, under all his fear, part of him wanted Tom to come back faster.

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Taglist: @octopus-reactivated, @jadeocean46910, @cupcakes-and-pain, @wolfeyedwitch, @rose-pinkie, @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @theadorelocksly

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Did a redesign for fun

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On the Ground 8 - Real

CW: Tiny whumpee, past abuse, nightmares, mild dissociation?

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The words leaving his mouth were almost natural, even if hurting so much, Flamo was a broken thing, he wasn’t a proper fairy and he would never be, doesn’t matter how much he struggled and tried, he had no wings, he’ll never have.

He had told the truth, and now the giants also know that he is broken, they know that they won’t be able to attract more fairies with him and that he had no use on his own. They know that he was abandoned to his death.

Flamo had thought if he was obedient enough, if he did everything he was told to and took all the beating and insults without complaining they would like him. But they wouldn’t, would they? Flamo would never be accepted, would never be loved.

He isn’t worth love, for as sad as accepting this was, strangely, he stopped crying, and for a moment the fear was also gone. Something about admitting it all to himself made him almost numb, even if for just a while.

For the next whole minute, nothing felt real, in truth, the day didn’t feel real, he almost drowned to death, he met creatures that he only ever heard about in scary stories, he was inside a giant's house, he eat a tasty sweet thing. Nothing seemed real, as if this wasn’t his body, as if he was just watching this all happening with someone else.

"It is can be lying," The giant that carried him there —Tom— said, but its voice didn’t seem angry anymore, if anything, it seemed confused. "We can't believe it."

"It really doesn't have wings, tho," Tim —who was silent since the fountain— said in a low voice, glancing at Flamo, but it could as well as been doing anything else with how little Flamo processed it.

"But it asked to be brought here!" Tom replied, it was as if it had forgotten that Flamo could hear everything, or it just didn't care.

Joana, on the other hand, was looking at Flamo, it had a pained sad expression on her face as it outstretched its hand. "I won't hurt you, little guy," it said with a sad smile and Flamo believed it, he doesn't know why maybe he was just too numb to any self-preservation. "You don't need to come, just if you want."

Flamo didn't know what he wanted, the twins were still loudly talking to each other, and Joana was still looking at him with warm eyes. He got on its hand, there were still tears on his face, he still felt like crying, but somehow he didn't, maybe he was too tired.

"Mom, what- you didn't believe it, did you?" Tom asked in a worried voice, cursing themselves internally for not paying attention to the fairy long enough for their mother to pick it up again.

Flamo flinched, he knew that Tom would attack him at some point, it was angry at him for some reason, Flamo didn't understand anything, not when suddenly he was in the human land with human rules he didn't know.

"Better be safe than sorry," Joana said, "It's better to regret believing the little guy than regretting don't believe in it," Tom sighed at that, she wasn't wrong.

“I’m sure you are tired,” Joana said, and it was right, he was so tired, “You should sleep a bit, okay?” its voice was sweet, the red thing being wrapped around him was so warm, his stomach was full for once. Flamo was so tired and before he could think about it he was sleeping already.

His sleep was full of fear, a kaleidoscope of everything thing he hated, it was only over after he fell, or at least he thought so. Flamo woke up with a scream, his body was covered in sweat and his hands were gripping the fabric under him, to make sure he won’t fall.

For a second he was scared, he didn’t know where he was or why everything was so large, then he remember, then he cried, just then everything felt real again.

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Taglist: @octopus-reactivated, @jadeocean46910, @cupcakes-and-pain, @wolfeyedwitch, @rose-pinkie,

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On the Ground 7 - Truth

CW: tiny whumpee, fear of death.

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Tom was terrified, their mother showed up out of nowhere, and any other day and it would be fine, but not on the day they bring a FAIRY home, to make things worse she acted like always, reckless, treating the murderous creature like some kind of guest.

And the fairy is trying something, it started crying after Joana took it, it must want to turn her against the twins, Tom can’t let that happen, but how can they stop it? If they try something and the fairy gets angry it will harm their mother, won’t it?

So Tom held themselves back, even as the fairy cried as when it hadn’t ordered them to bring it home, even as Joana scolded them for something that is not their fault, Tom held back even as they started to eat together, they really did.

“Thank you, Mom,” the creature said as if nothing.

Tim’s face went pale, Joana’s eyes widened, and Tom finally lost it.

“What in the hell are you planning?” They shouted, getting up, “Just say what you want already!”, The creature looked up in shock, and for a second it didn’t look terrifying, it looked frightened.

“So-sorry,” It said, curling into itself, it looked so defenseless, and Joana was right, she did raise her children to be kind, and Tom felt bad for a second.

NO! They shook their head, They asked to be brought here.

“I I sho-shouldn’t say your names wi-without asking, sorry,” the creature said in a small voice, trying to disappear under the handkerchief, it almost looked real and Tom had to shake their head, it asked to be here.

“You thought Mom was my name, little guy?” Joana asked with a smile. The fairy froze for a few seconds before and nodded weakly, “Oh, sweet, Mom is not a name, my name is-”

“MOM!” the twins shouted at once.

“Okay, you say it then”, Joana said, it was really a bad idea to say her name this easily, the twins didn’t react this time, “It was rude of me not to introduce myself, I’m the mother of those two, Tom is the loud and angry one.” she said gesturing to Tom, “And Tim usually can’t shut up, he is just quiet today.”

“Mom…” Tom tried, looking between her and the small creature, Joana glared at them for a second, “Damn… her name is Joana,”, they said angrily, scared.

“Don’t you know what mother is, little one?”, Joana asked and the fairy looked up at her, confused, “Okay, let me explain.”

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Flamo eyes widened when Joana explained; it was a progenitor, and the other giants were its cubs, Flamo felt his blood on his face and he looked down in shame, “s-sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, I’m sorry”, The giant called Tom was glaring at him, Flamo wanted to disappear, for fear and shame, to be somewhere else, Joana said it was okay, it told Tom to sit down again and told Flamo he should eat now.

Flamo did, he put the now not-so-hot thing in his mouth and it was delicious, maybe it was because he was so hungry or maybe the pie thing was really that good, it was sweet and soft, it have apples but so much more too.

Tom was still looking at him, but he tried to focus on eating, on doing what Joana told him to.

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Tom waited for the creature to finish eating, it liked the pie, of course it did, Joana’s pie was simply perf- not the point, the fairy looked scared, but it couldn’t be scared, it has no reason to, “So, what do you want?” they asked the creature, when everyone finished eating, “You asked to come here, you must want something.”

Joana didn’t stop them this time, she was curious too, so she just smiled at the little fairy and waited.

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No! I didn’t! Flamo wanted to shout, but he couldn’t, should he tell the truth? should he tell that he was left behind? Maybe the humans wanted to keep him in order to attract more fairies, but it wouldn’t work, and they would be so mad if they found it out later.

Flamo didn’t know what else he could say, he had managed to go this far, to stay alive this long, but he didn’t know what else he could do, and he was so tired, the fear was exhausting, the day was too long.

“I-I’m… b-b-broken,” he hid under the red thing, he should just tell everything and get over with it, “I-I-I have no no wings a-a-and t-t-they l-l-eft me and and,” he started to cry again, “please.”

He felt a hand approaching him and flinched, “N-no, please, please don’t,” he didn’t see the look on the humans’ faces, “please,” he started sobbing again, “P-p-please b-be fast.”

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Taglist: @octopus-reactivated, @jadeocean46910, @cupcakes-and-pain, @wolfeyedwitch