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Dabi (č¼ęƘ) ([personal profile] burnitblack) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-08-12 10:33 am
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[Open] šŸš¬ August Flames

Who: Dabi & others
What: August Catch-All
When: August
Where: Various

Content Warnings: Potential mentions of domestic/child abuse, potential mentions of murder, violence, adult language/subjects

Notes: General and specific starters and event prompts are found below. Contact under cut.

If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's CR meme post or his Event plotting post, hit me up on my contacts ā€“ Plurk ([plurk.com profile] StarSeed69) / Discord (StarSeed#3572) ā€“ shoot me a PM, or drop an ooc comment down below, and weā€™ll hash it out. I'm down to write a unique starter for our threads if you prefer.
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burnitblack: by burnitblack @ dreamwidth (holy shit)

[personal profile] burnitblack 2022-08-19 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[the spear hooks it right in the middle of its mantel, yanking the entire creature backwards like an arrow through a shirt. flaming liquid trails after its regenerating arms, arcing through the air in a flow before landing with a wet slap and screech far down on the beach. writhing and twisting, it tries wrenching the item free from itself, wrapping tendrils around it that can reach, though its struggles are already starting to weaken from the damage and fervor of its battle.]
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[personal profile] robussy 2022-08-22 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ almost! one more effort and she wouldnā€™t be in a good position. most of her chassis, sleek and metallic, is exposed and keeps her within attacking range. more time spent to proximate to the heat would hinder her internal workings. her vision pixelates. she moves ahead. she didnā€™t want this suffering to extend. she felt it within herā€” and a pinch of fear nipped at her senses when she recognized the sensation. die. you need to dieā€”

2B leaps, sinks all 150 kilos of herself at top speed through her heels against the gelatinous frameā€” and with the last burst of great energy she could offer (before she is at a dangerous level to continue), she curls her fingers into the spearā€™s tall handle and pummels it as far as she could. ]
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[personal profile] burnitblack 2022-08-22 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's a great spasm, the few regenerated tendrils jerking in writhing convulsions that intended to grab her, but ended up flopping and wriggling off to the sides. it's akin to driving her legs into lava, plunging through that gelatinous wall into the squid monster's gory insides. more of that burning liquid spews from the open wound, turning the beach sand around it into flaming glass as the creature convulses in "coughing" fits.

but such a mortal injury is too great for the regeneration and as waves seep in from the dark ocean to smother some of the flames, the creature's death spasms finally subside. eyes roll within its bulbous lenses, focusing on her once before surrendering the proverbial ghost. tentacles collapse onto the ground, splaying out in a spray of sand and flames. once last body-wracking shudder and it goes limp beneath her.

... and spontaneously combusts a minute later. one final "fuck you" after death.]
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[personal profile] robussy 2022-08-22 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ before 2B could break free, she is caught in it. her clothes burn away, and so does her hair. whatever artificial skin that takes the brunt of the blast leaves an iridescent chassis and blaring warning signals— she shuts down. for minutes, maybe, and she only restarts to the choke of water drowning her beneath the squid's deadweight.

she pulls herself free, gasping and coughing. it was a monster, she tells herself with the memory of a big orb staring right at her. the comfort of a small, orchid mantis imitating pearl white petals clings to her scorched strands of hair and places the tip of its foreleg against her collar bone. it was just a monster.

neither quells the sickness within her as she forces her weight up from the clash of waves to the pole of her spear. she sinks the handle to the sand, and hauls herself along.

when she's safe from the water, and safe from the heat, her legs give way. she sinks to the sand in harsh, raggedy breaths. something tells her that she could do what she needs to, and she will be safe doing it. it's not pod. a sleeper would undoubtedly listen to a part of their soul, and so 2B slumps to the advice of the omen she has yet to truly notice.

the android reboots her systems and allows the nanotechnology inside her to repair what was lost as human cells would work. she would need new clothes. she would need to cut some of her hair.

it was a monster. ]
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