DEFORM ME.

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"so, skeptic really stuffed your wings full of tracking crap, huh, birdie?" dabi's eyeing said wings, and his expression suggests he's faintly amused. his head tilts aside, slowly. "how're you feelin' about that?"

" hey, be careful. he can hear everything we say . " gold hues twinkle with amusement but there's an edge of hardnese that doesn't quite belong with that casual smile and glittering straight toothed charm. his wings flutter almost on command at being mentioned , softly draping itself on his back before he resorts to preening.

" can't say it's too bad , though it does get embarrassing when i need to piss . " he laughs uproariously , knowing that skeptic doesn't watch everything as he claims when it came to finding loopholes , but telling everyone did ruined his reputation just that little bit further. " i think we're at a special point of our relationship when he's vouyered on every bathroom activity imaginable .."

he knows the lomg haired freak had likely popped a blood vessel at this point.

" but you forget theyre there after a time, really ! makes actin casual easy. "

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in other news. how the FUCK do you navigate tumblr mobile app.

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whew, okay, i have been offline.

those who were my discord mutuals i sort of had a mental break due to stress at and home. im back now though.

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godofvillains​:

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Tomoyasu gasped out at the sudden intrusion, back arching, head tipped back as a moan left him. His walls flexing and fluttering around the two fingers inside him, trying to draw them deeper, feeling flushed and teased as his face burned red at his lover’s words and actions. Breath stolen into short soft pants and body writhing to feel more of him.

“O-oh, fuh -- fuck, Tomura,” he whined, fingers clawing at his shoulders and trying to draw him closer, wanting nothing more than him. Pupils blown and eyes wide when he looked over his naked form, biting his lip briefly. “I can’t live without you..”

He moved to fall back against the bed more submissively, giving Tomura more access as he begged and pleaded; “-- I want you to fuck me so badly, until I can’t walk and you can have me to yourself all day. I need you, Tomura, sir. Need you deep inside me and fucking me stupid. Please, please, fuck, give me your cock, whatever you want to give me.”

He was starting to babble at this point, keening at the feeling of his fingers and desiring more. “You’re the only one who has and ever will make me feel this way~”

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"so, skeptic really stuffed your wings full of tracking crap, huh, birdie?" dabi's eyeing said wings, and his expression suggests he's faintly amused. his head tilts aside, slowly. "how're you feelin' about that?"

The smile on his face couldn’t be any more fake even if he tried, wings fluttering to show his obvious annoyance, especially in the way they fluffed up slightly.. and it wasn’t just because of the natural heat the other radiated, no.

“Feel’s great!” came the obvious lie. Even outside of his job and his goal, it was stressful to have to monitor every single minute thing. Skeptic made it clear he’d be always watching. “ -- I’m just doin’ my part for the Liberation, y’know, firefly! If I can give Mr. Skeptic ‘n now you lot all the private conversations of the Commission, then it makes it easier for me. Can’t say I’m hiding anythin’ when the recording’s right there, mm?”

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Tomoyasu gasped sharply as his clothes were stripped of him in an instant, arms coming instincitvely to wrap around Tomura’s neck, a whiny sort of keen rattling in his throat as his fingers danced and teased at his hole, his traitorous body making him flutter and clench around nothing, so desperately wanting his lover inside him.

“Ah -- fuck,” he whimpered, head tilted back and letting him claim his neck, body arching into his, deft fingers curling in soft white locks and tugging gently, encouraging him to mark him more. It was no secret that he enjoyed it when Tomura was rough with him or showed a bit of possession.

“I need you, Tomura..” So quick to beg, his belly burned with arousal and his pussy winked with need, little drops of his lust starting to wet the lips. “I need you to touch me so badly, please. I’m yours, only and always, need you to make me feel good.. only you can. You’re so -- hah -- amazing, my Grand Commander~”

Lanky legs parted wider to invite him further in, shameless in his display at this point.

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"boss," dabi murmurs, with an incline of the head that pretends at deferential. his grin stretches, a pleased and vicious thing, and he settles upon the plush couch in the fancy-ass room the once-called 'meta liberation army' have kindly given over. his gaze remains fixed upon shigaraki. "how's it feel, then? all that power."

“I don’t feel much of anything.”

His words are softly rasped; as to be expected from the leader at his point, voice never raising above a whisper, head tilting to fixate red-eyed gaze to his subordinate. Chapped lips remained pursed into a thin line, white hair spilling over his shoulders .. it’d gotten longer, at some point.

“Just ... the desire to destroy .. remains as always . . . the boiling . . hatred of living things in general . . . having an army of over ten thousand . . defer to me . . “ he licks his lips to wet them, eyelids half falling in a content cat like squint. “ . . we’ll bring so much . . death to Japan. I was going to do it . . either I had this power or not.”

Another slow blink, then much more does he focus on Dabi.

“ . . what about you . . ? It’s been . . a lot, since the Vanguard, hasn’t it. . ?”

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hellbade : senua’s sacrifice   sentence starters  change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :  death ,  mental health ,  suicide ,  blood mention

‘there will be no more stories after this one.’ 

‘the dead don’t always lie still here. this is not a place of rest.’

‘you might try to ignore it, turn away. but it’s always there, just out of sight where you are the most vulnerable.’ 

‘bravery only means something to those afraid of death.’ 

‘there’s no going back.’ 

‘are you scared? you should be scared.’

‘I was just hiding. I find I live longer that way.’

‘you listened when everyone else laughed.’ 

‘you can’t just wish things away.’

‘you. you took him from me.’ 

‘I’ll give you what you want. I won’t resist anymore. just give him back.’ 

‘the darkness does not bargain. it does not reason.’ 

‘the hardest battles are fought in the mind.’ 

‘this is the price you pay for seeing things differently.’

‘once you gaze into that relentless darkness, all that lurks within it … can see you too.’ 

‘it’s like crossing into another world that looks the same but feels different … an imposter world.’

‘those who make it back are forever changed.’ 

‘just because you cannot see the threat, doesn’t mean it’s not already here.’ 

‘do you know what it’s like to leave everything behind?’

‘when darkness speaks, it changes everything. turning home into a foreign land and loved ones into strangers.’ 

‘exile makes sense when you realize you were never really home in the first place.’

‘I was so naïve to think that I could banish it myself.’ 

‘I wish you could have seen my home before these dark times.’ 

‘you have the sight. just like I do.’ 

‘there is nothing wrong with seeing the world the way you do.’

‘you cannot overcome suffering if you refuse to look at it.’ 

‘defy the gods, (name)! find your own path, like I found mine.’

‘my god(s) abandoned me! I am alone!’ 

‘to survive … I did things. bad things. like you (name), the man I once was died.’

‘you say your world has collapsed? good. let it collapse and have the courage to shed your tears.’ 

‘I wouldn’t have made it without you.’ 

‘this darkness takes everything. everyone.’ 

‘we can fight this together. side by side, we always do.’

‘this is my battle. I must face it alone. away from here.’ 

‘I believe in you. you know that.’

‘just promise me that you will come back to me. I want you to say it.’ 

‘I will come back to you, I promise.’ 

‘(name) is getting stronger! you must stop him!’

‘remember your training.’ 

‘in the end, we all fall. even the gods have their time. yet still we go on. why?’ 

‘be ready to face horror in the eye, like I have, to find your answers.’ 

‘when the illusion of self is shattered, you simply cease to be.’ 

‘you can feel it, a stranger in your own body, an impostor … and nothing is the same ever again.’ 

‘did you think that I would let you go?’

‘I’m not ready to die.’

‘do you still hear his screams?’ 

‘they can break you, but not your promise.’

‘even death won’t keep you apart.’

‘you fought for your dream, now there is no way to win.’ 

‘you ran from it but brought it nearer.’ 

‘you will walk into the lair of the beast, look it in the eye and you will go to war.’

‘this is your mission. this is your quest. there is nothing else left.’

‘why suffer the past when there is a new road ahead? the only one that makes any sense.’ 

‘what are you doing? you’re showing weakness! you’re not a warrior, you’re a disgrace!’

‘they say dreams are visions of our memories, thoughts and fears as seen by our inner eye. but what if each of us is always dreaming?’ 

‘did you really think you could win? how could you be so stupid?’

‘go on, feel sorry for yourself because there’s no one left to do that for you.’ 

‘if you’re too much of a coward to fight then go ahead and end the suffering.’

‘maybe you’re already dead.’

‘there will be times that you will feel alone and exhausted, like a strange little fish swimming against the tides of the big ocean. but have the faith to let go and let the tide carry you away. because the whole ocean if your home and it does not ask you to swim against it.’

‘the gloom lifted, and for the first time in years, I felt a ray of hope.’ 

‘you want to believe it’s real but it’s a trick.’ 

‘it only takes an instant. fear swallows you before you have a chance to make sense of it. and darkness becomes a part of who you are.’

‘there’s no going back to how things were. there’s nothing left to go back to.’

‘you will die here. and all your suffering will have been for nothing.’

 ‘i’ll find you, my love. I promise.’ 

‘it’s so strange that we go to such lengths to bury death, something so very ordinary, inevitable.’

‘it’s as if we conspire to hide death because we have no answer for it.’ 

‘when death comes, and it forces itself onto our friends or loved ones, then comes the reckoning.’ 

‘if you go down there, no one can save you.’ 

‘that voice, it’s not (name).’ 

‘I can see the darkness in your eyes.’ 

‘no boy is going to save you, no one can.’

‘you cannot escape the darkness. your curse will make everyone suffer. their blood is on your hands!’ 

‘you’re tired but you have to keep going.’ 

‘this is wrong, this has to be wrong.’ 

‘they say that I’m cursed. what if they are right?’

‘they’re afraid of what they can’t see. like children afraid of the dark, they make up stories to fill the void. that doesn’t make them true.’

‘you have to step out of this darkness. let them see you for who you are, like I have.’ 

‘without you this darkness has made me a monster.’ 

‘the world once seemed so simple: black and white, darkness and light.’

‘the truth of life is revealed when we can face death without fear.’ 

‘how can the gods understand us if they refuse to die themselves?’ 

‘what if this is pointless?’ 

‘it makes sense in your mind but it does not make sense in the real world.’ 

‘maybe this is the price paid for the gift that the gods have granted you. the gift that makes you so very special in my eyes. just another part of the person I love.’

‘your eyes were open but you were … gone.’

‘I heard your voice. you brought me back.’ 

‘you found your own way back. all you needed was a little help. a little hope.’ 

‘you will pay a price for this.’ 

‘do you see it clearly now (name)? the suffering you’ve caused.’ 

‘you have blood on your hands.’

‘why must they pay for your heresy?’ 

‘why are  you fighting for someone who is already dead?’ 

‘I can’t fight it anymore!’ 

‘you said it, I have blood on my hands.’ 

‘I didn’t say that, you’ve done nothing wrong.’ 

‘who do you trust? him or me?’

‘do you still believe in me, (name)? in us?’ 

‘you don’t have to do this on your own anymore.’ 

‘silence is lonely.’ 

‘how will you save (name) if you are too much of a coward to step into the shadows?’ 

‘your sword is useless here.’ 

‘do you remember that darkness, (name)?’ 

‘I wont give up. I’m not going to rot in here!’

‘if I had stayed, I wouldn’t have survived.’ 

‘it was my mission to make you hate, to hate this darkness with a passion so great, it would focus your mind on the quest.’

‘all this time I’ve wanted to protect you from the truth that would have destroyed you a long time ago.’

‘I won’t stand in your way. you will not survive what is in there.’ 

‘I’m not here to fight my past. I’m here for (name).’ 

‘I will fulfil my vow, whatever the cost.’ 

‘that is our gift and our duty. I’m not going to look away in fear anymore.’ 

‘we’ll all die someday.’ 

‘I don’t want to die.’ 

‘if you don’t want to die with me, then leave me alone.’ 

‘there is nothing to go back to.’ 

‘it’s not like the old stories, is it? the noble warrior facing evil in search of victory and honor. clear dividing lines.’ 

‘it’s as if it knows true torment lies within memories you cannot defeat. cannot escape.’ 

‘don’t see me like this. turn away, (name).’ 

‘I remember it clearly now.’ 

‘fuck the gods! you did this!’ 

‘you created this darkness so you could hide behind it!’

‘only suffering brings salvation. it is the way of the gods.’ 

‘it was all a lie! you are a lie!’ 

‘look at you. running forward but moving backwards to wallow in your miserable past.’

‘I tried to save you from yourself.’ 

‘what can you do to me that you haven’t already?’ 

‘let go of your battle. let go of redemption. let go of (name).’ 

‘let go of your battle. you’ve done enough.’ 

‘you’re killing yourself.’ 

‘is that what you want me to believe? after all you’ve done to me?!’ 

‘you’ve crawled into me to confuse me and deceive me!’ 

‘you will have to kill me because i’ve got nothing left. no fear, no hate. no quest. nothing.’ 

‘you will have no power over me.’

‘a life without loss is one without love.’

‘the longer you hide from it, the longer the shadow grows, until all you can see is darkness.’

‘when our time comes, we must look death in the eye and embrace it as a friend. only then can we let go of our fear, and emerge from our darkness.’  

‘do not mourn the waves, the leaves, the clouds. even in darkness the wonder and the beauty of this world never leaves us. it is always there. waiting to be seen again.’

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geten-ice-storm​:

    The mans hands were made to be intricate, Yasu had a power of the hands and it showed as the young prickly Cryomancer let his eyes fall shut with a flutter of snowy lashes, simply relaxing as his elder brushed his powdered locks, alabaster strands curling against nimble slender fingers.

“Thank you sir.” Geten murmured back with a faint rare smile. For all Skept’s intimidation, he was a good man underneath it all. He was…a comforting presence. One of the few who could melt the ice in his heart. Who he wasn’t afraid to smile for. “You know…the girl from the League said I had pretty hair too.” He mused quietly. 

“She constantly asks to braid it. It’s a little strange but she reminds me of you.. Well…the liking me hair part at least.” Geten explained. 

“The girl.. ah, Toga Himiko. The girl who has tried to murder me routinely since she found out I almost killed Twice.” he scoffed. His co-commander.. he was still pissed off that Shigaraki assigned him to co-lead a regiment with a child. He had made his frustrations known, regardless if they weren’t popular. He was a Re-Destro loyalist through and through.

“She tries to cling onto some girlish things I imagine. Being in a group full of villains is likely lacking for someone her age. Even if her version of normal is not societies, she still seems to want things. I’d say not to worry. Let her braid your hair one day.”

The deft digits never stopped working even as he spoke, only pausing to complete a braid, twisting it in a nice French style that complimented Geten’s beauty. He pulled away and tucked a strand back into place.

“There.”

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geten-ice-storm​:

     Geten’s fury was as sharp as his ice. He slapped Dabi’s hand away and just for good measure rose his hand and thrust it outward right after, sending a block of solid ice painfully hurling itself into the fire users stomach to push him away. 

The ice came back, ominously rotating around him in a protective circle, daring the fool to touch him again. If he was  that fuckin dumb. 

“Touch me again and you will die…”

Dabi let out a grunt as he was pushed back, smirk curling across smoke seeping lips, steady stream exhuming out between the staples. His arms spread and blue fire erupted from his body; smile widening, sickening, stretching his skin to it’s limit.

“You want to play my sort of game, little snow princess? I think you forget your place.” he told, but there’s a warning edge to his calm voice. The tempature is heating enough that the paint starts to curdle and boil, he takes one step forward. The hallway is steadily engulfed with his venting fire and it felt so fucking good to get it out of his system as it built up.

“I’ll let you off if you apologize to me like the good obedient boy I know ya can be, otherwise I’m gonna fuckin’ burn you to a crisp.”

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godofvillains​:

   The male hummed into their kiss, his hand traveling along the other’s spine. He never thought he’d find love, but here he was, with the right person, feeling happiness. No one ever made him feel this way like Skeptic did. He loved waking up, hugging the other man in his arms.

    Shigaraki grinned up at the other, leaving his hand on his rump. Thumb tapping against him. He blinks and tilts his head for a moment. “How I’ll take charge?” he asks. 

   He then lets out a soft moan when he felt his love teasing him. He places both hands onto either shoulder, and then hooks a leg onto the man. Then twists and shoves Tomoyasu into the bed now, being the one on top.

    “I’m the boss here,” he says with a husky tone. His fingers twitching, he places them onto the other’s clothed body. “Should I strip you by decaying your clothes? Or should I just rip them off?”

Tomoyasu gasped as the positions were flipped so effortlessly, hair spread like a halo across his pillows, eyes exposed as he stared up at the powerful villain god, face flushed red at his husky words. He arched into his touch, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning so shamelessly.

“Oh, fuck..” he cursed under his breath. His words and actions had a clear effect on him, legs spreading eagerly for him and teeth worrying at his lips, letting his body be open and pliant to the other’s touch. “-- Rip them off.. I love it when you show me how strong you are, Tomura.”

He wasn’t going to keep his hands still, reaching out to run over his toned back, feeling up those taut muscles until he got to the soft hair, tangling his lanky digits in the snowy locks. Gently carding through them, encouraging him, sinking far enough to scritch at his scalp.

“Show me you’re the boss, Tomura.” he smirks, challenging. “Put me in my place.”

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geten-ice-storm​:

    The young prodigy sheepishly obeyed, plopping down on the stool and timidly tugging on the ends of his parka as he waited. He huffed childishly, squinting too at the ground with mild annoyance.

 “I don’t like people looking at me.” Geten grumbled softly into the fur of his coat.

 Most of the reason why he hid in his hood was mostly because of his social anxiety. Talking to people alone made him hostile, let alone letting someone look directly at him…especially when they acted weird when they do…calling him pretty or whatever. Long ago, when he was a child, Bashi would be the one doing this, and yet…those days are long gone given how busy he was now. But now he had Yasu and it was just as nice.

“…I’m sorry Yasu if-…I am a burden.” Came his shamed mumble.

“You and I both. That’s why I prefer doing the watching.” grumbled the elder.

It’s no secret Tomoyasu pretty much hated everyone. He hated being looked at or perceived, it’s why his hair had been cut and styled the way it had, it helped provide a barrier to the outside world, even if it was something as simple as obscuring his eyes. The Skeptic that most people saw was almost always a puppet, especially if he was needed for his corporation.

Geten got the genuine him, though. Gently lanky fingers worked through the soft snowy locks. Parting them into sections so he can begin to braid his hair, his motions practiced.

“You’re not a burden.” Skeptic huffed, as if slightly embarrassed to have to comfort the younger. “Stop thinking such unproductive things like that, Geten. You’re stronger than self-doubt. If I was burdened with you, I would most certainly let you know. But I’m not. This is.. enjoyable. So relax.”

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dad-for-one​:

    What a strange wonderful feeling. For as long as he could remember, his sight was something he had been most proud of. And when that was stolen from him, he knew only the deepest of despairs. True hell was not being able to see those he loved. Though he had sensory quirks to work with, they weren’t the same…he could see them but not truly…not like he use to before-…

But there he was, all mirthful joy and happiness, eyes bright and oval shaped garnets. Glee sparkling on his handsome features as he lent into his touch, a low purr of content leaving from his throat like an ancient lion with it’s mate. “Ever such sweet words. You know what to say to fluster and old heart still I see…I’ve missed you….” 

“But-…I’m afraid this prime will fade in time…as will I.” He confessed sheepishly with a sad smile.

Kurogiri refused to believe it. Nothing could truly kill Hisato, he steadfastly thought, even if his body was torn from him the vessel and legacy would live on. Though he gave into mortal thoughts that he did not want his lover to disappear in any form. He pulled him close, gripped tighter, tipping his chin up to meet his gaze proper.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked -- no, demanded, almost. “We have beat time again and before, we can do it again. You always find a way. A quirk. If not, I will find us a way. I don’t want to think of life without you in it, my soul. My eternal love.”

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“You surely understand the predicament I’m in here.” Honest as anything else that ever rolled off the detective’s tongue. He went back and forth, back and forth in his deliberation, measuring each side and still finding them coming up equal. No matter what he chose, criminals would be on the street, and it was up to him to decide which ones were the more pressing concern.

Should he round up the wild cards, the unpredictable ones that sprang up in random moments? Causing chaos out of nowhere, and putting the entirety of the public in direct harm? Or should he continue his investigation into this particular group, organized and methodical in their activities. Focusing on a niche in the underground market, their danger lurking wholly out of most people’s views.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he fidgeted. Shifting from one foot to another, and flicking a cool gaze back to the Yakuza. Uncertainty in his grey eyes, but leaning more and more towards a fatal fateful decision.

“You’re a dangerous man, Chisaki. It’s … difficult to compare, to more overt villains.”

“Oh, I understand, but I hardly care for it. You got yourself into this mess when you decided to take interest in my activities. Now it is up to you to work yourself out of it.” He hums noncommitally, as though he was speaking about the weather, not the fate of one detective. Yakuza were bound by their honour, so he wasn’t lying about the possibility that he could get out of the so called partnership. When he ran his course of usefulness, if he played his cards right, Chisaki would be more than happy to release him from his service.

Either or not his men decided to kill him in the dead of the night to tie up loose ends was not his concern. This was, currently, between him and the other, not Shie Hassaikai.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” he flatly intones, but continues nonetheless. “I’m no more dangerous than a business man or a poker player that knows how to deal with people, Detective. Humans are so very predictable; it’s a sin that they are given such freedom of choice and yet end up chosing the things that hurt them most in the end. The current status of villains as you like to call them are a filthy joke written on the stall of a wash room. Don’t associate me with such low class vermin.”

Needless to say, he clearly didn’t have a good opinion about the League of Villains.

“Your choice. I won’t wait any longer.”

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dad-for-one​:

     “How long have I waited to greet you so.” Sato mused as he lent into his lovers grip, his palm gentle on a soft cheek.

To see Giri so shocked and happy was enough to make his heart flutter. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “It’s me, darling. It truly is..” The ancient whispered back, red eyes sparkling in their raw glee. Hisato smiled up to him.

“I’ve been planning this for sometime now, I had to time it just right. Technically it is Tomura you have to thank for this as well. He gave me the means to revert my state from what it was to how it use to be.” All For One explained.

“Tomura has grown exceptionally well since he was that little boy who was scared to use his quirk again.” he mused. He’d seen AFO’s heir go through so many stages, from the awkward teenage phase to the utter scion of destruction and fear he was now. Talk about a proud dad moment, but that could wait when his focus was so entirely on Hisato.

“Truly you.. I’ve longed for this moment. I adore every inch of you, regardless if your beautiful face had been ruined or not. But now..” Smokey fingers traced over the features that had once been scarred into an unrecognisable mess. His brows, the shape of his nose, his smooth cheek and cheekbones and defined jaw. “Now I can witness you in your prime again.”

If it was possible, his eyes were practically glowing with glee.