#burrnt

[justaskangelica]

all I know is that there’s gonna be a new ballot with you in it soon… just watch out for assassins cause apparently a lot of people are threatening to kill the people on the ballot 🤷‍♂️

Ah yes, just leave the barest of details of alleged threatened assassinations and a mention of a new ballot, then go! Typical! What with the refusal to give real promises and void of all true features I'd assume you're Aaron Burr!

[halfblud]

[    . . .    ]            there  are  times  alma  wishes  she  could  delve  into  the  cracked  stained  glass  that  is  dabi’s  headspace,        but  at  the  very  same  something  about  the  demons  lurking  within  terrify  the  vigilante.     a  dark  twisted  place,        haunted  graveyard  with  naught  but  the  sound  of  ghosts  howling  in  place  of  wind        &.        the  smell  of  charred  flesh.        he  doesn’t  need  alma’s  pity,        but  she  cannot  help  but  feel  something  akin.    quietude,        arms  snug  ‘round  crematory’s  broad  shoulders  as  visage  further  nestles  into  wild  ebon  strands.     somewhere  along  the  way  shall  wan  digits  come  to  card  through  his  hair.   (     you  smell  of  smoke,        of  death,        but  i  like  it.    )         “   . . .   are  you  sure  you  wanna  walk  this  war  path  still    ?   ”        are  you  sure  you’re  ready  to  burn  as  a  means  to  an  end         ?

@burrnt​,        prompted  angst.

[halfblud]

"you're not a very convincing liar."

@burrnt,        dialogue  prompt,        accepting.

        ah,        how  ironic  coming  from  someone  with  sweet  lies  dancing  ‘pon  their  tongue  the  same  way  flames  do  ‘round  fingertips.      dabi  is  not  one  to  be  trusted  in  every  sense  of  the  phrase;        a  wolf  bathed  in  the  blood  of  lamb        &.        wool  from  slaughtered  sheep,        yet  despite  this  alma  finds  him  swathed  in  a  type  of  allure  that  she  just  cannot  shake.    be  it  the  occasional  tryst  when  it’s  just  them  alone,        the  way  he  speaks  so  surely  of  himself,        like  he  knows  her  inside        &.        out      (     how  could  he        ?        i  barely  know  myself      ),        leaves  burns  on  wrists  akin  to  some  sort  of  warning  sign  that  vampiric  she  should  heed,        but  the  danger  brings  her  back  every  single  time.        knowing  he  could  go  for  her  throat,        knowing  she  could  latch  unto  burnt  flesh  with  a  mouth  full  of  sharpened  ivory        &.        rip  precious  jugular  straight  from  vessel        &.       she  would  relish  in  the  feast  is  simply  part  of  the  fun.    

        there’s  a  lingering  scoff  in  the  back  of  alma’s  throat,        the  locking  of  ruby  reds  unto  piercing  blues  behind  sunglasses  that  speaks  in  daggers  ‘fore  she  turns  her  back  on  him.    she  sought  him  out  for  business  this  time,        not  leisure.      “   the  same  could  be  said  for  you,        fireball.   ”      a  hiss.         “   you  can  save  me  the  sweet  talk  some  other  time,        i’m  visiting  on  business  terms.   ”

[thestrcngest]

Gimme your wallet :/

"here you go." without much arguing, he hands over his empty wallet.

[diutive]

@burrnt   :        ❛ ❛ I can't tell if that's dust on the bar counter or your dead skin flakes. Gross, dude. Quit scratchin' at your neck, it's only gonna make it worse. ❜ ❜ ( Tomura Shigaraki )

shigaraki’s grin is cold enough to pass for a dying star,    ice exposed where fangs should be...     his eyes slide past dabi,   a gaze that hungers for better entertainment   [   it’s only when he realises that everyone else must be out,  busy,  or hiding,   that he forces himself to focus on dabi:     monsters make monstrous company   ].        ‘       maybe its your family’s ashes.        ’        too pleasant,  however,  as shigaraki is sure that’s what dabi wants   --   but he presses his thumb into the easiest wound,   too bored to cut any deeper than that.       ‘      has toga started spurning your conversations?    i’d rather you go chase her tail than mine.        ’

[shinanai]

❛ ❛  Is it true what they say, 'bout rabbits feet? A guy could use some luck right now.  ❜ ❜ ( Rumi Usagiyama )

          “I don’t know.”  His words are meant to get under her skin she’s sure but Rumi had heard all of that and worse.  Over the years she had developed different ways of combating such a question.  When she had been young,  it was harsh words and angry faces.  Then she grew up and her legs attached to those same feet inquired about became her primary retaliation of choice.  Becoming a Pro had morphed it once more,  and so she was prepared for what would follow...   was he though?

          “But I don’t need luck to kick your ass,  that’s for sure.”  There’s a kindle of passion that starts in her chest and spreads out in the form of excitement.  Being a Hero really was fun.  “So let’s test what you got against me.”

[desparialuna]

He's rifling through her wallet, picking out the bills from the leather fold before tossing it rudely on the ground between them. ❛ ❛  Thanks for the cash, next time you might wanna get pockets with zippers.  ❜ ❜

seeing him shuffling through her belongings, she freezes, although she's quick to spring to action immediately after.

"-- you-- you fucking asshole!" mimi shouts with fury, sprinting over with the intention to maul him the second she reached him. it didn't matter that she barely had any money at all (just enough for some snacks really), it's the fact that he was doing it to begin with that pissed her off.

that, and the total disrespect of her wallet.

(it was pompompurin for god's sake!)

[desparialuna]

@burrnt​

Touya: I don’t have friends you’re just delusional :/

if we’re not pals how come i was hanging out with your dad huh??