son of a bitch

private, dash only, mobile based dabi.

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hello hello so i’m slowly getting back into writing after a rough past couple months, and i’ve moved dabi to my multi @veilati , which is now my main. i hope to see + write with you all there <3

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Lemillion and Deku vs Overhaul but Awesome

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‌2ndtodoroki.

❛    …     well,    if you’re buying that soda for ¥120,   and that melon bread for ¥200,   then that would totalled everything to ¥246 including taxes.    but if you’re going with the buy three-for-¥500 promotion for the melon bread,   then it’ll amount to ¥670,  including taxes.   and if i add in my purchase of this ginger tea,  which is ¥140,   then everything should costs ¥820,  including taxes !     ❜     turning to the other,   fuyumi blinks innocently. 

❛   what ?   why are you staring at me ?    ❜     a horrible gasp.     ❛    did i count it wrong ?     ❜

❄️   OPEN.

“  because you’re a fucking nerd,  yu. ”   there’s the eye roll again,  a smile’s ghost around a busted lip,  hands deep in too-large pockets fishing for change. 

“   ..  i have  ¥ 1000,  ”  touya concludes,  search yielding one folded bill and one raised eyebrow--  the implication is obvious:  pick something to fill in the purchase.

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todorokifuyu.

     His request is easy to oblige. Fuyumi wouldn’t know to be anything but direct as her mind is stripped blank in the face of the very person she has been eager to track down. She stands motionless for what must be a second too long, taking in Touya’s form and the way his scars pull whenever he speaks or moves. Despite having endured many horrors on the streets, Fuyumi can’t help a wave of nausea that is sparked by the grotesque look of her brother’s skin. She is affected because she knows who is responsible.

     “Sure,” she breathes out and reaches for her hood. It’s as though she is watching herself move as she is unable to feel anything but the racing of her heart. She pulls her hair from out of her hoodie, steeling herself for whatever reaction or non-reaction may follow in response. “Do you recognize me? Because I recognize you.” 

red-on-white, matching bangs.  trying on her glasses and squinting, hard.  

his first thought is that something’s caught up to him.  something he tried to down’s resurfaced all at once, the image of his baby sister catches the light behind his gaze catches the woman in front of him.  

of course he recognizes something he’s done so much to distance himself from.  bile oozes at the back of his mouth, dabi chews at his lip, the silence grows heavier with every passing second. 

“what do you want?”  it’s answer enough-- biting, scowling through his otherwise neutral expression.  even the quiet in his voice is dangerous.

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2ndtodoroki.

❛     well   …    i know better than to bargain.     ❜     

there is a trace of defeat there,   along with a controlled calmness.    perhaps it’s the years she receives from being under father’s unrelenting gaze.    going from a trembling child to a woman who’s even bold enough to ask father of his whereabouts.    after all,   what is a confrontation with known villain when you were raised behind a shadow that is equally terrifying?

❛     i    …    i just don’t have anybody else.    i can’t lose anyone anym—     ❜     and then,   feeling foolish.    fuyumi sighs.    why bother sharing her sob story ?     the world father has trusted his career on has always been gruesome,    and to know shōto was groomed the same and accepted the challenge in the end    …    she shivers.      ❛     …     you’ll kill them anyway.    father.    my little brother.     ❜

dry laughter falls from chapped lips, one unamused snort and nothing more.  electric blues roll back in the unseemly gesture he’s never conquered.  dabi shrugs.  

“tell them as much yourself,”  all the evidence is there, this is no certain death for either of them.  even if he had a personal vendetta ( and he does, make no mistake ),  there’s little reason to murder shouto, at least, for sport.  endeavour is another issue altogether-- an issue she’s not inquired on.

“they take a step back and i don’t give a damn what they do with their lives.” 

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being horny is just a part of my personality at this point

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2ndtodoroki.

❛     you came for both my father and brother.    why ?     ❜

❄️   @arsenize ;    from  !

“   probably has to do with their decisions to interfere with some of shigaraki’s plans.   ”    ..  at least he’s being honest.

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todorokifuyu.

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     Today, Fuyumi tells herself. It’s been years since she started her search, after having abandoned everything she’d once known and cherished. Today, after five long years, she would finally reap the efforts of her labor. 

     She pulls up her hood up above her head, making sure her hair is concealed as she makes her way to the spot where Touya (or ‘Dabi’ as he seems to go by nowadays) is supposed to show up. She keeps to the shadows and waits, her heart beating faster as her anticipation grows. Just a bit longer, and she’d know for sure. Just a few more minutes—

     There he is. Fuyumi takes a shuddering breath, presses her hand against her mouth to keep herself from making noticeable sounds. Of course, she’d heard about his scars. Still, it’s a shock to actually see them. His hair is pitch black, further disguising him, but Fuyumi can tell who he is just by the color of his eyes and the lankiness of his frame.

     Slowly, Fuyumi inhales, trying to steady herself, before she steps out of the shadows. “Hi there,” she says, her glasses reflecting the light of a nearby streetlamp. “Can we talk?”

these days it seems the smoke never leaves him. even invisible, it clings with its flammable stench to the thin shirt, the longer jacket hung around slight, bony shoulders. in this back alley, it’s anyone’s guess who he’ll meet, blue gaze trained on the semi-obscured movements, the spot he hears fabric rustle.

“hi yourself,” dabi drawls, looking his audience up and down-- a woman, young and masked by the cast shadow of her hood. no detail prompts alarm yet, maintaining his posture in what’s damn near a lounge against the alley corridor. 

“ .. what’d you want to talk about?” one brow raises on strong features, handsome, even, all angular planes and well-sculpted lines, save for the twisted excuse for skin he wears in a fishnet of grafts. “and feel free to skip the pleasantries.” 

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* misc angst starters /  open

@naimitsuno said:  ' people who are okay don’t act like this. '

from toxic blue to polished glass to amber, the flame dancing in the mirror shrinks back into the lighter tip from whence it came and dabi glares at hawks’ reflection. dark hair pools around his eyes, filthy black matching where the sutures on his cheek seem to be rotting. 

“i said i’m fine,” he prompts, scowling around every syllable, “did i ask for your opinion?” 

a click, a spark, fire meets what fire ravaged to melt it over again-- dabi’s skin runs waxy at the back of his hand but the twitch in the snarl’s the only thing he’ll allow to express a fraction of this searing discomfort. 

scent no more nauseating than the visual, dabi exhales something so close to relief it’s nearly sweet against the bile on his tongue watching the ugly knot of scarring tissue melt down and open up, pink and wet and stinging. 

“ .. if i don’t, it’ll be even more disgusting,” the lighter dies and flies down to meet a plastic bag full of medical supplies. “either be helpful and bring the ice from the freezer or fuck off.” 

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i redid my rules because i’m taking myself a little more seriously at this point so give them a read i guess ty

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pyrenji.

         teeth grind, watching him with a cold & calculated gaze. figures he’d try some pathetic,  cowardly attempt at escape.   that’s all villains were — cowards.  endeavor scans his surrounding,    cautious as ever,   before taking the leap to catch up.  && his burning grip lands on the ladder one step behind dabi,   reaching up with his free hand to grab his leg.  there was no where to run.   if this guy thought he had a chance to beat him,  he would have stood his ground.   this action alone told endeavor all he needed to know.   THERE WAS NO WAY HE’D LOSE THIS. 

                              ❛   I GAVE YOU A FAIR CHANCE !   ❜             his voice holds none of the fire his body does —- instead,  it’s almost cruel.   flames lick at the fabric of his enemy’s pants,  hard grip tightening around his limb.   && weight wise,   he as nothing on the number 1 hero.    it’s almost too easy to rip him down,   watching his opponent land on his back on the cold cement below.     && it’s not long before he follows,   standing over him,   flames practically eating away at the air.  

                 ❛   STOP MOVING OR I’LL MAKE YOU STOP !   ❜      

adrenaline rushes from the bruise surely pooling against his spine to extend its icy grip to every sinuous fibre of dabi’s body; his tongue sticks itself to the roof of his mouth whilst he inhales hard to regain what air the impact snatched from his lungs. 

one hand to hold him up, fingers grazing pavement, one hand to brace itself against his side, feeling for a broken rib-- i give up, he’s saying through gesture, legs bent, chest shuddering, and still nothing short of spite resides in azure lenses.

“right, right,” syllables ooze against his lips in a tone so satisfying it may well be honey-- he inhales again, deeply, and scents of propane, methane, hydrogen play on his breath.

this time it’s his ankle, exposed through the leg of his jeans that lights the fuse, sends the slightest blue spark to ignite the swirling gasses between them-- dabi covers his face instinctively, scrambling to his feet in order to give his slight frame a ride against the shock of air pulsing from the explosion. 

distance-- up, away, thirteen, fourteen feet-- motherfucker, he can scent that burning skin and hair, but he’s on his feet on the roof-- and that’s good enough for him. “.. no need to make me.”

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like this if u want a special tag huh

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hey could you like or …. maybe even rb….. this if you’re NOT a VILLAIN anyone who doesn’t is immediately a villain…. yes…. i make the rules.

            personals can follow.    read my rules.

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and like this for a dabi in ur inbox

[2ndtodoroki-deactivated20200513]

NEVER SURE   …    WILL YOU CATCH ME SHOULD I FALL ?      WELL,    IT’S ALL AN ADVENTURE,    THAT COMES WITH A BREATHTAKING VIEW.      WALKING THE TIGHTROPE     …    WITH YOU.     ❄️    INDIE FUYUMI OF BNHA   /    TRIGGERING MATERIAL PRESENT.

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