hey hi UMMMM so !
i decided to move dabi to a proper blog instead of a sideblog , so you can find him here now ! sorry for the inconvenience !
i’ll be carrying threads over n whatnot tho !
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@charspit-a
hey hi UMMMM so !
i decided to move dabi to a proper blog instead of a sideblog , so you can find him here now ! sorry for the inconvenience !
i’ll be carrying threads over n whatnot tho !
hey hi UMMMM so !
i decided to move dabi to a proper blog instead of a sideblog , so you can find him here now ! sorry for the inconvenience !
i’ll be carrying threads over n whatnot tho !
[ charspit ] 🧀
HIS HEAD CRANES BACK , REVEALS THE LENGTH OF A MARKED NECK . it’s a lazy , casual motion from him , punctuates the cross of his legs —— makes him less statuesque , less waxlike , less a figurine out of a museum dedicated to the macabre and grotesque . but he says the phrase without an ounce of that same laissez - faire attitude , soft , quiet , undercutting , ❛ i get you’re busy , but can you put me on your to - do list for later ? ❜ @charspit
cheesy pick - up lines . ( don’t send if your muse is underage , thanks ) / accepting .
hi hey i probably shouldn’t be writing this being as tired as i am but uhhhhh i !! really wanna get into one of my hc’s which is that dabi is someone that specializes in bait / lure tactics and with that , he portrays himself as less intelligent than he actually is as part of a genuine strategy. he is also someone who likes to play with his opponents as opposed to just ending them immediately , though i do perceive him as someone who is more apathetic to killing vs finds enjoyment from it. the outcome isn’t as fun / enjoyable as the game , if that makes sense ?
this is actually ... long ....... and covers a lot of shit but tl;dr : dabi’s genuinely intelligent and a good strategist. so uhhh let’s get into it !
i am so fucking tired
Even gods are unholy with my body pressed to yours.
Church Pew Poetry | p.d (via lostcap)
* DABI .
@decayn .
he drops the package unceremoniously on the countertop in front of dabi ; there’s no bows , no fanfare , no little card with his adoration ascribed in cramped lettering : just a box with the price tag still attached . ❛ take it . ❜ it’s just a box of white chocolates . ❛ you’re supposed to give the person you’re with something /white/ you know . so where’s my gift ? huuuh ? you didn’t forget me ? ❜
he’s a little surprised if he’s being honest —— a present , a present from shigaraki tomura of all people and with it an admittance that they’re … something. something that’s not just fucking on a mattress under a ceiling of dimly glowing stars , something other than bodies and heat and needy hands searching for safety in charred skin and the smell of smoke. it’s kind of nice / it’s kind of weird. but he can’t be one to judge really , he thinks as he picks up the box , does his best to ignore the price tag dangling off the side of it ; this man has never given a gift before and the lack of care put into presentation shows it and somehow that makes it a little nicer. first kiss , first fuck , first person warranting some kind of effort —— if he were someone else , the thought might make him blush.
but he’s not , so he doesn’t.
❛ sound like a kid when you whine like that. ❜ it’s not really chastising , but it’s not exactly not either ; manchild , that’s a good name for him , something he thinks often when tomura speaks and while he knows he could get away with calling him that … he doesn’t. not now , anyway. would hate to ruin the mood.
❛ heart shapes … cute. ❜ is the mumble that escapes him instead , lifting the cover of the box to inspect the contents. he’s kind of indifferent to sweets , and can’t say he’s the biggest fan of white chocolate , but … eh. he’ll eat ‘em. if nothing else he can pawn some off on toga. but that’s a thought for another day , for later , when he isn’t being quizzed about what he has or hasn’t done —— head lifts , box momentarily ignored as he instead deigns to finally answer the surprisingly thoughtful toddler. ❛ yeah , i gotch’a somethin’. underestimated how impatient you get , thought i’d surprise you. but that’s notes for next year , yeah ? … there’s somethin’ on your desk. go look. ❜
THEY COULD HAVE MEANT SOMETHING . something , something —— even if it did not need to be labeled the way other things did in this world ( a world desperate to slap things onto anything it could / hero , rookie , villain , miscreant ) they were something more than what they both presented themselves as : that which could be taken apart , unwrapped ; human beings in chocolate boxes . there was meaning here that went beyond dirty sheets and a filthy , indiscreet language . he has no label for it other than he wants the attention the other man provides ; has found other hands to press to his face which can bring him comfort , hungers for it the way someone on the edge of starvation does .
something twists in his stomach when dabi tells him he has a gift . it’s neither pleasant nor unpleasant ; maggots over meat left out to rot . dabi calls his own gift cute and heat pools in his stomach , turns his ears red and ugly . ❛ shut up . ❜ it feels stupid because it is / because obligations like these are stupid , no good . nothing he cares to put thought into because they’re not something worth thinking about .
shut up isn’t a thank you , but they both know he isn’t the person for them ; shigaraki retreats to his room and to the desk and to the presents settled in his chair and while they’re not the first he has received ( his birthday is a meaningless affair , no reason to get anything when all the material desires you wanted were at your beck and call , sensei’s courtesy ) but he picks them both up with a delicacy he doesn’t afford to his other possessions , like they might break in his hands , like they might decay back into dust —— leave him with his loneliness and his other toys .
the first gift is expected : assorted chocolates . defeats the purpose of the day to not follow the meaningless tradition they’re participating in , he thinks , but he isn’t unhappy with it , settles the box precariously back on his desk where it will be nibbled on over the course of the week , perhaps commanded to be fed to him / dabi would do it . dabi would do anything . that devotion is unfamiliar ; sanctifying , heating . dabi would do anything .
it’s the second gift that he doesn’t know what to do with . he’s sure he looks stupid and perhaps that was dabi’s point , to make the overlord of the villains stand in the midst of the room clutching a stuffed animal , holding it out from him as though it carried some airborne virus that’d infect him quickly enough . maybe dabi was around the corner with his phone . it has little black buttons for eyes which reflect back out at him , catches the refraction of his sallow body and makes him shiver .
he’s never had one of these . his instinct is to disintegrate it ; what did dabi think , to give him this stupid thing ? but making the motion to crumble away its soft faux fur makes him pause —— he has never had one of these . there’s enough clutter in the room to make a neat freak’s head spin , so one more bit of it wouldn’t matter , so he hides it . behind collapsed books and wilting comic books , figurines that stand as testaments to a childhood lived in isolation , an adulthood seeped in sentimentality , and its buttoneyed stare catches the computer light , and little else , making it merely a revenent in the dimly lit room , one he could ignore .
shigaraki tomura sits in the desk chair in front of his computer , creaks when he turns around , and picks at milk chocolate pickily .
@decayn .
he drops the package unceremoniously on the countertop in front of dabi ; there's no bows , no fanfare , no little card with his adoration ascribed in cramped lettering : just a box with the price tag still attached . ❛ take it . ❜ it's just a box of white chocolates . ❛ you're supposed to give the person you're with something /white/ you know . so where's my gift ? huuuh ? you didn't forget me ? ❜
he’s a little surprised if he’s being honest ------ a present , a present from shigaraki tomura of all people and with it an admittance that they’re ... something. something that’s not just fucking on a mattress under a ceiling of dimly glowing stars , something other than bodies and heat and needy hands searching for safety in charred skin and the smell of smoke. it’s kind of nice / it’s kind of weird. but he can’t be one to judge really , he thinks as he picks up the box , does his best to ignore the price tag dangling off the side of it ; this man has never given a gift before and the lack of care put into presentation shows it and somehow that makes it a little nicer. first kiss , first fuck , first person warranting some kind of effort ------ if he were someone else , the thought might make him blush.
but he’s not , so he doesn’t.
❛ sound like a kid when you whine like that. ❜ it’s not really chastising , but it’s not exactly not either ; manchild , that’s a good name for him , something he thinks often when tomura speaks and while he knows he could get away with calling him that ... he doesn’t. not now , anyway. would hate to ruin the mood.
❛ heart shapes ... cute. ❜ is the mumble that escapes him instead , lifting the cover of the box to inspect the contents. he’s kind of indifferent to sweets , and can’t say he’s the biggest fan of white chocolate , but ... eh. he’ll eat ‘em. if nothing else he can pawn some off on toga. but that’s a thought for another day , for later , when he isn’t being quizzed about what he has or hasn’t done ------ head lifts , box momentarily ignored as he instead deigns to finally answer the surprisingly thoughtful toddler. ❛ yeah , i gotch’a somethin’. underestimated how impatient you get , thought i’d surprise you. but that’s notes for next year , yeah ? ... there’s somethin’ on your desk. go look. ❜
@earjak .
❛ pretty rude to eavesdrop. they not teachin’ you kids manners at school ? ❜ there’s no fire , not yet , but there is heat ------ warm palms & the scent of smoke , a warning to the senses as he approaches lone student ; cooperate or die he says without saying , and even compliance isn’t a guarantee for safety. ❛ i’m kinda rushing here , so i’ll make you a deal , yeah ? tell me where that midoriya kid is hiding and we won’t have to fight. ❜
@decayn .
he’s not particularly pretty , he thinks ; scars and torn skin , dirty fingernails and a pigment matching that of a freshly buried corpse . in a way , it sort of suits him though , makes him creepy and unappealing , the way someone in his position should look , really . though he supposes it’d be just as unnerving if he looked cute & cuddly , like a teddy bear with a chainsaw . he considers this , considers tomura with doe eyes and pastels ------ decides that’s unsettling as fuck and is grateful for his current appearance , gross as it is .
but that’s not what he was staring for ; easy to get off topic when the guy you’re looking at resembles a blobfish , he guesses .
❛ you look different . ❜ he says , and it’s not really a compliment nor an insult , more of an observation than anything else ; the way he carries himself has shifted slightly , the aura he radiates different from what it was prior to his multi - day lock down . looks a little more like a boss now , and not some wriggly worm in a flesh suit trying his best . ❛ jus’ a little . got some thinkin’ done while you were gone ? ❜
@hairhorns .
❛ make a scene and i light up the whole train , got it ? ❜ from what he can tell this kid is sort of an idiot so maybe he doesn’t ‘ got it ’ but hey , no skin off his back either way ------ worst case scenario he gets to wreak some havoc. ❛ woulda preferred someone else but hey --- you’ll do. gonna answer some questions for me --- you play nice an’ no one gets hurt. ❜ well , today , anyway.
catch me coloring my manga icons because i hate myself
also hey if u want a starter u can like this and i’ll get to it eventually ?? might ask u to plot smth if my brain doesn’t work but. i’m up for writing my guy , my man , my spicee fire child
“This will just be a signal fire. We’ll fill those heroes full of holes… and put them in their place. All for a brighter future.” ★ League of Villains ★ | sexy DABI | (¬‿¬) ♥ ~ ↳ requested by my lovelies @cruvcio and @sesukes ♥ ♥ (((*°▽°*)八(*°▽°*)))♪ ♥ ♥
also hey if u want a starter u can like this and i’ll get to it eventually ?? might ask u to plot smth if my brain doesn’t work but. i’m up for writing my guy , my man , my spicee fire child
i kno there are like official stats for dabi but they total up to him being a B ranked villain and uhhhhhh i don’t appreciate that shit lmao he’s A ranked , he’s dangerous , he’s someone to avoid ! so i’m slightly editing his technique and intelligence stats so his stats on this blog are :
power : 4 speed : 3 technique : 5 intelligence : 4 cooperativeness : 4
so like , a quick rundown of how i’ve chosen to rp dabi because it … matters … ? to me anyway. and i guess in interactions. i’m rambling ? anyway —
i rp dabi as christian. specifically , he’s a pentecostalist christian but i’m not getting into every tidbit about that at this exact moment in time. the only real modification this makes physically is that he wears 2 crosses around his neck , made of metals with a very high melting point.
in line with that , i believe dabi was raised by a single , sickly mother in a state of poverty. his father , a pro - hero , left them at a young age. as a way to deal with everything going on , he turned to christianity as a source of comfort and a way to keep him afloat. it was his lifeline and still is.
he spent a lot of his life praying to god for an answer , for a purpose and for something to give himself and his mother a life where , despite not being heroes , they could be something more than what they are. i do think he ran little ( illegal ) jobs for gangs and shady individuals in his home town for a while and eventually got a proper job doing something lowkey but it wasn’t high paying and certainly didn’t fill him with purpose or meaning and his bitterness toward heroes still lingered.
to him , stain is his answer. stain is something of godly prophet in dabi’s eyes and dabi considers himself stain’s disciple. to him , stain is a sign from god about the sins of heroes and what he’s been looking for all this life — god saying ‘ here is your purpose , purify the sin from this world ’. thus creating the idea of a ‘ purifying fire ’ meant to cleanse this world of heroes unfit for the title.
basically , dabi sees himself and stains as tools of god and while i do think that dabi is 100% aware that his actions are villainous and that he is taking a dark path , i believe he sees it along the same lines of like … a holy purge or a flood , to weed out the sinners. if he justifies his actions it’s not so much ‘ this is indisputably right ’ but rather like , ‘ this bloody path is one i HAVE to walk because the world is how it is ’ if that … makes sense ……..