A aesthetic/shoutout for a sexy, greedy clone named Slick. Prison isn’t kind but he sure gave them all hell on the inside. Maybe even he broke out? Who knows, it’s not like the records will tell the truth...

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A aesthetic/shoutout for a sexy, greedy clone named Slick. Prison isn’t kind but he sure gave them all hell on the inside. Maybe even he broke out? Who knows, it’s not like the records will tell the truth...
—threw all the horrible burns and piercings, past the trench coat and white shirt: Rex knew those eyes, knew that hair cut; as disheveled as it was and he couldn’t believe it because--
”Slick?”-the trator smiled back, the sides of his cheeks almost splitting open, as if the piercings were the only thing holding the mutilated flesh together. ”Hey Rex, long time no see,”
And suddenly, Rex’s world becomes blue and white and burning.
I’m doing this thing, we’re I take a Clone and draw them as another character from a tv/movie/book etc.. and with the Dabi as Todoroki reveal, I thought why not put my two favorite murder boys together; and make Slick even more likely to burn everything and everyone down to ashes. 🔥 
quick burn
Second person POV drabble time y’all
First up, Slick!
When you were a cadet, you wanted more.
You still want more now, of course, but back then it was intense and overwhelming in a way that it no longer is. Now it just smolders in your heart, a long burning flame that warms you on the coldest nights and flickers with you when you must fight.
When you were deployed, you needed more.
You needed more like you needed oxygen, like you needed your brothers to try and navigate that plight. You needed more with a intensity that burned much too bright.
You held onto the flames too tight.