#tw burning

[18thcenturythirsttrap]

However much you despise Reform UK, trust me when I say it's not nearly enough.

[rooniearts]

disco flop hittin the town <3

Bonus:

[chaotic-bean07]

Honestly it's really impressive that Jinu was able to think let alone talk when he was literally being burnt alive. Makes you wonder much pain has that man went through in the past to have that kind of pain tolerance.

[forsaken-headcanons]

C00lkidd hcs (tw for descriptions of being burnt to death and corpses) Rubs hands together. Feeling very evil today also this may be slightly out of date since i haven't played since pre-slasher upd and i know there were some c00lkidd voicelines or smth

C00lkidd (ironically?) developed pyrophobia during forsaken. 

During his first few rounds, he didn’t notice it much, but after lighting the survivors on fire over and over again, he starts to fully smell and see the burning flesh, noticing how sickening it is. It got even worse and more shocking after the C00lgui killed his dad a few times, because it was right there and the smell was even stronger. As a result, C00lkidd spent an entire round staring at his dad’s gnarly, still burning corpse once. 

After spending a long time in forsaken, the pizza place map started to make him feel a little sick with regret.

^^C00lkidd pushed all of this back and convinced himself he wasn't the slightest bit guilty or scared even though he was, and for that reason the spectre never ended up nullifying it.

Post-forsaken, c00l automatically associates fire with the smell of burning flesh and just the entire forsaken experience. Looking at fire, smelling wood being burnt, anything related.

also bonus, The pizza place map has a few worker corpses as props. They are either crushed and half covered by rubble, or are in the burning trash piles where they slowly get incinerated as the round progresses. the corpses depict people who worked/work in the pizza place, which means Elliot sees his old co-workers a lot.

oghmyhogofd.... c00lkidd... :(((( AUGHFKJG LOVE THESE SM GENUINELY. that second one was completely optional btw /silly /vvvpos aufhgsdjkgslkjfh explodes yuo

[ashleys-art-dump]

The Pyro

[weirdiplantae]

this is the story of a man named Stanley.

(tw: bones, slight blood, injuries, fire under cut)

[nobledragonflying]

Prologue: Louis Lives

Part of a larger piece that I may or may get to

[bat-raccoonz]

It's a ✨️heatwave✨️

Anyway, I wasn't joking (tags), no one stopped me. As concequence I am burning Bruce Wayne on a pyre.

(If you're uncomfortable with any of that (he doesn't die, don't worry) please click away, there's no reason to make yourself uncomfortable <3)

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As counciousness washed back over Bruce he felt rope cutting into his wrists, bound around something behind him.

A kidnapping of sorts.

He could feel his cowl resting on his face—although thoroughly beaten with a few missing pieces—but there.

So, it wasn't Bruce Wayne, it wasn't about any money.

He oppened his eyes slowely, a painful ache like the beating of drums making everything feel slower.

"Ah, the Bat is awake."

A voice echoed over the field, it sounded like a plane pilot, but the person behind it had audible intentions. Further he noticed he was.. outside.. that's unusual for a kidnapping.

"Are you cold, Batman?"

Bruce looked around, trying to find the source of the voice but instead noticed the surroundings; he was on a field standing around a pole, surrounded by.. wood...

He was on a pyre.

"How about I warm you up a little?"

The wood underneath him lit up not even a second later, the heat & smell hit Bruce like a wall. The fire slowely made it's way up, towards Bruce, towards the Batman.

His heart slammed into his ribcage, absolute fear taking over as he tried to undo the knots behind his back.

While fumbling with the ropes he watched as the fire seemed to dance it's way closer and a strange feeling of appreciation formed in his chest.

It was rather pretty, the way the flames moved about in the wind. The way they danced regardless of the danger & pain they could cause.

"Welcome, Nightwing! Here to join the legend?"

The voice echoed in a melodic tune.

Bruce's eyes shot across the field until finding his son Nightwing, not long after illuminated by a spotlight.

"Don't be shy now, little birdie. Come closer."

But Nightwing's body couldn't move, he was frozen in place as the flames licked the wood his father was standing on.

"Not as talkative today? That's fine, I'm sure the screams of pain will make up for that."

Batman was disarmed of his utility belt, bound to a pole & unable to comfort his clearly panicking son.

But the fire didn't care, it made it's way up without a care in the world. No matter that Nightwing was running over, no matter Batman was still fumbling with the ropes.

It. Didnt. Care. What. So. Ever.

And it burned.

Batman's feet catched the flames and even though they hadn't cought fire yet, it was hot. Burning hot.

Nightwing ran.

Sprinting. It's nothing like running. Sprinting is jumping of the ground with all your power and hoping you'll land well enough so you can jump again.

He ran like never before but the field still stretched out before him. Every leap he took felt like it had no use, every step felt like another 7 meters were added.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, Nightwing."

And before he could react to the voice who used his hero name like a curseword, something slammed into his side.

It was big and heavy & overall an unpleasent experience to be thrown at you.

"Can't have you ruining my melody now, can we?"

Only then can Nightwing hear the yell of Batman before hitting the muddy ground with a heavy thud.

His ears are ringing but it doesn't stop him from hearing his father's screams, it doesn't stop him from noticing he was even further away then before.

Dick gets tears in his eyes as his blurry vision acknowledges the flames surounding Batman.

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BAM

The largest pole colapses with Bruce still attached and Dick rushes over. His hands finding his father's head and whispering apologies to the ragedly breathing man.

But he is breathing. His father is alive.

Just..

A few more scars..

That would be all, right..?

(Bruce & Dick refused to use any of the fireplaces that winter. And the winter after that. They were freezing, but they were safe.. -ish..)