#stainedcremation

[xerantic]

x @stainedcremation

Call him even more suicidal in his drunk state, but Dabi didn´t move the whole time Shigaraki was freaking out. He knew he doesn´t have Father. He didn´t know where Father was, granted, but that was of no value. For all he cared it could be in the nearest dumper. This thing is creepy. Dabi enjoyed looking at him with attentive eyes, taking note of everything that Tomura did, catching the feelings in his panicked eyes, the rush of his hands to find what´s probably his most precious belonging. The relief in his voice as he finally found it. It took him another second before he started to speak again.

“As entertaining as your little panic attack was, I want an apology from you. I think I deserve it”

He was in the middle of placing the hand back in its rightful place on his face when Dabi spoke again.

“Apology...? You were disrespectful to Father; you don’t deserve anything. You still could have taken it...” he mumbled in his drunken defense. “I would have killed you.”

​

[2ash-s]

“ The fuck you staring at? “

 @stainedcremation

[xerantic]

x @stainedcremation

“I always drank more than just my share of milk so I guess that´s it. You should have tried that, shorty” 

.

“I’m not short...?!”

It’s not even a self-conscious defense. He’s not short. So why is Dabi so...? Tomura jumps/stumbles up from the couch he was lying across and kind of...ends up toppling into Dabi’s chest. And then it becomes clearer. Dabi’s still tall, but now it’s just a little taller than Tomura.

“See?”

[xerantic]

For the manhandling symbol starters: [☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back]

Manhandling symbol starters

“Dabi…” Tomura growls fiercely, his chest and cheek pressed up against the wall. Fingers flex on impulse in an attempt to grab at the man holding him, but their efforts are futile in this restricted position. He squirms to try to dislodge Dabi’s grip, but the other’s strength (and the tightness of the joint lock) isn’t so easily thwarted.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me; I’ll kill you.”

[xerantic]

x @stainedcremation

Tomura holds up two videogame cases next to each other for Dabi to see.

“Choose which way you’d rather humiliate yourself.”

Physically or mentally, basically.

[xerantic]

Beanboozled: Kurogiri vs. Dabi (Match #1)

Kurogiri and Dabi are seated across from each other, one bright blue jelly bean placed in front of each of them.

@v4n1shed and @stainedcremation please Reply to this post with the first number you get generated (here) from 1 to 10. The muse whose mun gets the higher number will win, with the berry-flavored bean, and move on to the next round. The muse whose mun has the lower number gets the toothpaste-flavored bean and will have their next match in the loser’s bracket.

Once each of you two participants has provided their number in this post’s Replies, both Kurogiri and Dabi muns will reblog this post with your muse’s IC reactions to their fate!

[xerantic]

hey mophead. How´s your daddy?

Drunk Day event

“Don’t call it that.” Or him. Either of them. “Just don’t ever say…”

He reaches up to adjust Father on his face–and freezes. Father is not on his face. Father is missing. Panic. Tomura feels around his face frantically, in search. How did Dabi know? He must have…!

“You– You took, why–” his voice shakes almost pitifully. “Give it back…!”

And just before they lunge, his searching palms feel a lump in his hoodie pouch. He buries one inside, and…oh. Pulls out the hand-like object that turns out to, in fact, be a hand.

“Ah…” He’s…still here…

With a whimper of an exhale, he wordlessly embraces the relic in his arms and curls up with its palm against his lowered face.

[xerantic]

@stainedcremation​ [previous]

Dabi’s lips tip in a smile that is half-sneer, seeing beyond the obvious threat in the other´s words. He leans forward to plant a feather-soft kiss on Tomura´s nape before tenderness get´s replaced by sharp teeth and a harsh bite. Leaving marks has always been one of Dabi´s favourite parts.

“I think, I´m offering you a night you won´t forget here,” he says lowly against Shigaraki´s bitten skin, barely above a whisper.

Tomura’s eyes flutter open wider at the ticklish brush of a kiss on his skin--before he hisses, pressing himself closer against the wall as if reflexively trying to avoid the sharp clamp of teeth immediately after. The mood whiplash has done more to confuse him than incense him, and he’s almost too distracted by surprise to be pissed off anymore.

“What are you trying to say?” Tomura isn’t stupid. At least he doesn’t think he is... So is Dabi really...? “Are you really...propositioning me? Like this?”

It’s just so sudden, he doesn’t even know what to say. ...Despite the fact that Tomura has thought about it before... He definitely didn’t imagine it quite like this. Regardless, Dabi couldn’t have known; it can’t have been that obvious...

The residual bite mark has begin to throb, hot and sore at the back of his neck, and Tomura uses the time Dabi takes to answer to sort out his thoughts, try to untangle his feelings on the matter. At this point, he’s not even sure if he wants to be let up to talk, or struggle and be convinced further...