Arson - Blog Posts
Posting oldies again, just found them in some dusty ol shelf of mine lol
There will be more in a moment
I'm regretting asking the question almost..... BUT SMORES GOT ME FUCKING INTERESTED I LOVE THE SLIGHT CRUCH FROM BURNT MARSHMELLOWS AND THE SOFT GOOEY INSIDE OF A BURNT MARSHMALLOW!!!!!
Can i take nero out to burn stuff for fun? Maybe even burn something from dante? You can join too if you wish. The more the merrier
Assuming it is Nero and my brother I will join so no one kills each other.
If you light someone on fire is it arson or manslaughter?
Hai Edd! Want to burn down a town with me? :D
Info page!! :D
•Hello! My name is Sofa!
•I go by every and all pronouns. I do prefer he/him and they/them but she/her is welcomed :)
•Omni and demi!! (Possibly trans? Questioning rn ahsgdjshsh)
•I'm a minor!!
•I'm dyslexic and have a really short memory span so if I spell something wrong or forget anything feel free to correct me (plz, otherwise I look more like an idiot than I already am-)
•I do cuss sometimes and use a few slurs (only ones that apply to me)
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•uhhh I'm mainly on here to start an art blog but I can't do line art for the life of me so it might be a while before I post any art.
•again I am a minor so when I do start to post art I will not do any nsfw or anything inappropriate.
•Once in a while I might post a picture(s) of art from my sketch book but otherwise probably nothing digital
•I've been wanting to make a video game but I've been procrastination on it (lol). BUT! I do still work on the Fandom and lore from time to time so I will probably post some art and head canons on it >:)
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•I have lots of interests but these are some of my main ones (I'll most likely add more later):
•Eddsworld, Undertale, Mha/Bnha, Fnaf, Pokémon, Tadc (possibly, but probably not)
•I'm going to focus more on Eddsworld bc silly men are just so om nom
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•Some cool friends of mine: @fruityahhbread, @draweronly, and @saturns-ringg
•Plz go check them out!! >:D
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Uh yeah I'll continue working on this later. I need inspiration- bye bye! :)
Can't get a good job with any old bachelor's degree these days I knew I should've studied pyromancy
049- Scientists are calling it 'The Heist of The Century'
106- Im calling it a typical tusday morning
106- Hi, i just lit a Baskin' Robins on fire
He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction. We'd done good prepping.
He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him. It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me. I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.
Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs. He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here. I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.
HEHE HAHA! It's that tiym of year. (:
burn
It wasn’t about him. It was never about him.
In fact, she never meant for him to have any involvment in the matter, never meant for him to ever know about it. He was never meant to know anything.
It had started long before she ever knew him.
It started when her father had brought out a lighter one evening. He opened his pack of cigarettes and took a long drag, his shoulders relaxing. He sunk into the chair. He no longer cared about hiding his addiction from his daughter, playing with a doll idly on the carpeted floor, six years old and quiet as a mouse.
She was known for being a rather emotionless child. Not once had she laughed or grinned or cried. Her mother fretted about her, but her father didn’t mind. No tantrums was fine with him. The lack of feelings wasn’t a problem with him. She watched with glazed eyes as flaky ashes fell to the carpet. She stared at them as they floated gently to the floor, choking and coughing a bit from the fumes.
She stared even longer at the lighter. How could a fire be hiding in the tiny object?
Late into the night, she snuck into the living room where the lighter was still lying next to the ashtray, and stole it. The next morning, she hid it in her backpack and ran off into the woods to play.
It was yellow and shiny and had a grey top that flipped open. She immediately was fascinated, entranced. Her eyes lit up for the first time. It was so small, but had such power! When she mimicked her father’s motions, it let out a fizzling spark once, twice, thrice, and then burst into a tiny flame.
She knew what she was doing tomorrow. Her eyes burned with the fire she now possessed.
Her mother found the neighbor’s cat later that month, half-decomposed and covered in soot, and she had screamed. It was the kind of scream from a horror movie that got half-hearted reviews, one that never really sent shivers down your spine. It never even got under her skin. She didn’t care that she had been found out. The cat was annoying anyways. Her flames were bright, unstoppable, unable to be extinguished, and she would feed the fire until everything came down around her.
Years later, in her twenties, she met him. Her lover. He was sunny and bright and passionate and emotional and everything she wasn’t. He was her fire. She wanted him, in a way that she hadn’t wanted since she’d laid her eyes on that lighter over a decade ago.
And eventually, she got him. It seemed like she had attached herself to him, in a strange way. She wanted him to be hers, and only hers, but shied away from affection and emotion. She didn’t know how to respond to his hugs, how to smile for him. She didn’t know how to be genuine.
And that meant that she had to avoid him, and that meant that she left the house often, coat over her shoulders and lighter in her pocket.
She didn’t know what she wanted more, him or her fire. And that scared her.
She hadn’t known what it was like to be scared before.
She flicked the lighter, and threw it down on the large pile of dry grass and twigs at her feet. The willow tree sheltered the newborn flame, and it slowly climbed higher and higher. As it began to lick the tree top, she backed away to admire the light in the drizzling rain. Her light.
Her eyes gleamed.
Her fire burned.
Her lover still smiled for her when she came home. He smiled through watery eyes, and she wasn’t sure if it was from her late return or from the water drops tapping out a rhythm on the sidewalk or from the ash that clung to her shoulders, even through the rain. She didn’t know how to understand what he felt on their best days together.
He hugged her close and securely whenever she came home, and she responded the same. Her eyes were as dry as the Sahara, saved from the rain by her umbrella, glazed over with disinterest. Waiting for the next opportunity to buy another lighter. To buy more gasoline. To build a stack of sticks and grass. To relish in the newfound brightness.
To burn.
(She never thought about how he had had an umbrella of his own when she came out to greet him, and how his clothes were dry.)
She would set the world on fire just to watch it go ablaze, and she would smile the same smile she always had before. An answering smile. An answer to the questions, to the counselors at school and the dead cat her mother found covered in charcoal and gasoline, to the classmates who were afraid of her in kindergarten, to the prescriptions in her cabinet, ever fluorescent.
To her lover, whose eyes were still full of water on the sunniest day of the year. She still ignored the drip-dropping of water on her neck whenever they hugged.
(It wasn’t raining.)
(She didn’t know how to explain it, so she avoided it.)
(Sometimes, she thinks that he cries because he doesn’t know what to do anymore.)
He cried when she left and cried when she came home, and he cried when he was alone and cried when she was with him. He cried when she smelled like a campfire and when she had ashes sprinkled in her hair, and he cried when their budgeting started to include lighters and gasoline.
He cried every tear that she never could.
Sometimes she wished that she could cry for him instead. He must have been so dehydrated.
(For his birthday, she bought him a nice water bottle. “So you can stay hydrated. You cry an awful lot,” she said. He grinned and hugged her, then pulled away quickly.
“Thank you.” His lips were wobbly and saltwater streamed down his cheeks. She smelled like a campfire.)
She always had grey peppering her clothes. Her smile was subdued, but her eyes were distant and wild. Like they knew something. Like they had already watched the world burn down in their head a million times, and enjoyed every second.
A psychopath.
An arsonist.
Someone who burned trees and papers for fun. Someone who bought too many lighters in too little time. (The gas station attendant had never seen so many lighters be laid out on the checkout counter.) Someone who watched her lover cry and looked away with disinterest. Someone who didn’t leave the house one day to burn.
(He was still home, crying in the corner. She didn’t notice him until the end.)
Someone who never cried when she watched her lover scream and his tears evaporate, ugly crying, with eyes of crimson and half moon bruises underneath and snot running down his face, saltwater on his tongue and dripping off his chin just to go up and evaporate in flames and smoke.
Someone who died with her lover by accident and didn’t care. Someone who watched the flames with gleaming eyes until the end.
(Her eyes were still gleaming when they burned to the ground.)
I’m feeling very arson-y right now
“I’m BACK!”
Gregory came back from the dead with the powers of a deceased Titan… and he chose violence (as in arson! :D)
Ik that in the show it’s all of the glyphs but like… Gregory and fire just makes sense-
Gregtober Day 28
Prompt: Spells
Gregory + AU: Human from ‘Boiling Blood (Fnaf x TOH)’
@gregaverse
i’m at my bridge and i’m ready to burn it
Burn down the house the bug could be anywehre!!!!
There's a BIG BUG in my room and i dont know where it is send tips and tricks
Mike is completing his bucket list right: toasting marshmallows!
sorry I was studying and mad bc I couldn't concentrate
I apologize to the kids I was jealous
why do kids have to scream so loud
like i get you're playing but CONSTANTLY ????
i wish i had the free will to just explode
Y’all ever get so excited or flustered that you feel like you’re gonna burst into flames? It’s like an internal keyboard smash.
Jack In The Box, album by J-Hope
Notes: It’s time to express some of my thoughts regarding every member’s solo albums and singles. I’ve been putting it off for months. Let’s do it without further delay, starting with the first member to have released his solo album.
1. Intro: 9/10
“It flapped its delicate wings as it danced around Pandora, lightly brushing against her shoulder.”
Basically it’s the story of Pandora in Greek Mythology and the origin of hope in the mortal world. If you haven’t heard it yet, this post is a sign for you to look it up (also check out Ted Ed’s video ‘The myth of Pandora’s box’ for more details). The narration of the story (J-Hope’s intro) is smooth and short. It sounds pleasing to the ears. And it is definitely a unique idea for his album’s intro. I believe what Hoseok’s been trying to tell is that what he is to the Armys is what hope is to all the people on earth.
2. Pandora’s Box: 10/10
“J to the Hope, Jung to the Huimang, Jack in the box”
Only Hoseok can make a fine connection between a myth, a toy and his whole personality and also make total sense. It’s probably my first time listening to a song that is a retelling of a myth. And Hoseok did an amazing job here. The lyrics made my jaw drop, like literally. I said it once and I’ll say it a hundred times, BTS is one of the few artists who knows what poetry truly is. And this song is one of the many living proofs.
3. More: 8.5/10
“My work makes me breathe. So I want more”
The first released song with the music video shook me a great deal like it did to many Armys I’m sure. The sunshine of the group in such a grim-emo kinda look was absolutely out of the blue. Nevertheless, this vibe suits him right. Comparing their passion for making art with an awful addiction is a thing BTS did in their early works too. I can see that theme portrayed from Hoseok’s perspective so well.
4. Stop: 6.5/10
“The only belief that rules over me, ‘There are no bad people in the world’”
The struggle of freeing yourself of the innate nature of being judgmental is portrayed in this masterpiece. Shoutout to Hoseok for speaking about the truth of today's world and people’s values and ethics while still keeping an open mind, making sure not to judge anyone harshly. The lyrics definitely deserve praise. But personally I think it is not a song that I can listen to more than once.
5. = (Equal Sign): 7/10
“Same, the breaths we breathe. Same, the dreams we dream of”
Yes! Sing it, J-hope. Who’s going to give us hope at times of despair if it isn’t you? The change is indeed soon to begin. We’re all in this together. Let’s make a better world without prejudice and hate. BTS, as well as us, the Armys; we believe in ‘Love’.
6. Music Box: Reflection: 10/10
This one is actually brilliant. At first I played it on repeat many times a day. I even set it as my alarm ringtone and it is still there. I know, we shouldn’t be doing that because it makes us hate the music afterwards. But I still couldn’t grow to dislike it. This music has a whole aesthetic to it that makes me imagine myself in a music video everytime I play it.
7. What If...: 8.5/10
“What if I have nothing?”
This one shows what Hoseok has been trying to portray through the whole album pretty directly. You can see him questioning his own personality. Is he really all sunshine and rainbows inside out? I mean, is that even possible for a human? You can hear his passion pouring out in the voice. Chef’s kiss to the bravery of finally speaking out; louder for the people on the back.
8. Safety Zone: 8/10
“In my 20’s, I’m living an endless life”
It hurts when you look up a song and you find the lyrics so sad. The life of an idol is never really easy. People need to keep in mind that these idols are humans too. Give them some break for God’s sake. They talk about their struggles through their songs and yet we fail to see it. I really hope Hoseok finds peace and happiness that he deserves.
9. Future: 6.5/10
“Walking in the future, a step of hope”
The fact that Hoseok worries about his future too shows how much he is like us. After all, at the end of the day, we’re all human. Let’s keep our courage and step forward.
10. Arson: 10/10
“Do I put out the fire or burn even brighter?”
Just think about the poetic effect of the last line of the last song. Even though I liked most of the songs from this album, Arson takes the trophy. The music, the lyrics, the mv, everything is just fine as fine can be. J-Hope never disappoints us with his unique ideas. I’m in love…
Notes: The album is a masterpiece and it deserves all the attention it got and more. Apart from the fact that the music and the beats are all kinda dope, we need to focus on its lyricism too. This album feels like a cry for help. We need to acknowledge Hoseok's struggle as an idol and try to sympathize. Let's try to become the best version of ourselves as fans and let our idols live a normal life while supporting them unconditionally.
Hobi, You Slay...
I can’t describe how much I’m touched by J-hope’s performance at the Lollapalooza. I don’t know why, but I have been too emotional lately. I never wanted to see anyone perform live, SO BAD, in my entire life. I had, long ago, accepted the fact that there is no chance of a concert in my country of the people I truly love and admire. But seeing J-Hope performing his best songs, in front of so many Armys, made me really sad. Even though I may never have a chance to see him perform live, I still wish him luck. J-Hope really deserves all the praises and love he is getting and MORE. Hobi, Borahae...
