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deercountry2022-04-10 02:05 pm
burnitblack) wrote in deercountry2022-04-10 02:05 pm
[Open] 🚬 April Flames
Who: Dabi & others
What: April Catch-All
When: Various
Where: April
Content Warnings: Scenes and mentions of domestic / child abuse, some body horor and monstrous transformations, violence, adult language, topics of patricide and fratricide
Notes: General and specific starters will be below. Contact under cut.
If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's plotting post, hit me up on my contacts – Plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
StarSeed69) / Discord (StarSeed#3572) – shoot me a PM, or drop an ooc comment down below, and we’ll hash it out. I'm down to write a unique starter for our threads if you prefer.
What: April Catch-All
When: Various
Where: April
Content Warnings: Scenes and mentions of domestic / child abuse, some body horor and monstrous transformations, violence, adult language, topics of patricide and fratricide
Notes: General and specific starters will be below. Contact under cut.
If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's plotting post, hit me up on my contacts – Plurk (
1/2 and all you ever did was wreck /ME/. LITERALLY. (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ)
The disassociation is a bit of a blessing though, detaching his mind from the suffering of his physical body enough that it cuts his screaming off, to let him get his head somewhat back and just reel for a moment in numbness instead. Even if he can only stare somewhat muzzily at what is definitely death barreling down on him, its arms thrown back to charge that deep blue fireball. Ah, damn... He didn't manage it... he failed to get through to him.
Shit.
-- except he doesn't die. It doesn't hit, and he tries to refocus on why. And when he does, his eyes widen behind his mask. The figure standing in front of him, and the reason why he isn't burning up yet. Or, at least not more. Todoro—no, Shouto.
He struggles to stand upright, driven up by that, but staggers for a second, choking back a strangled sob. The ice... it's melting rapidly, hissing, but is still encasing his legs enough that he can't move. Makes his flesh deaden and rip from first being seared, then chilled and stuck to it, shards still embedded in his thighs. He's too damaged to move properly and is rooted to the spot, expression twisted in an agonized frustration as Shouto tries to protect him. Shit. What can he do? You can't take this kind of heat either, can you? You're going to burn too. And his sword-- ]