★ * . : HOLY PYRES !

past and future are not so far removed

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hewwo i should b around more this week now that dabi is getting more appearances n shit but in the meantime  ,  i am currently some 700 miles away from home celebratin’ my aunt’s bday so the radio static will continue until i’m back in my own house .  i hope you guys have been doing well tho and i love you all a lot !! 

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✦ . ° TOMURA . )

       DABI MOVES INTO HIS HAND AND HE JERKS BACK  ,  frantic  ,  an uncontrolled motion which then finds rest around the front of his own neck  ,  the fingers curled there like a hawk’s talons  ,   and the way tomura’s breath audibly hitches is evident enough of how little of a real threat that’d been  ;  a meaningless hazarded chance  ,  a baring of teeth in a defanged jaw  .    he thinks  ,  of the two of them  ,  the one getting pissy is dabi  ;  that dabi’s the one with a want he needs to be fulfilled  .   tomura’s merely reminding him of his place  .

        bad  ,  maybe  ,  that he’d given dabi a thirst for control  .

       he remains quiet  /  stares  ,  but dabi’s used to that  :  the open way in which tomura does it  ,  like a child that’s never been taught what’s impolite and what isn’t  ,  what’d rub someone the wrong way and what doesn’t  .   it isn’t that he’s not aware of his rudeness  ,  he is  ,  but rather that he doesn’t care  .   he’s unerring  ,  and practically ominous  ,  lips parted slightly while his teeth clack together and a muscle jumps in his cheek  .      ❛  never said it was going to go to shit  .  ❜

          ❛  –  just don’t trust you not to do what’s in the best interest of everyone else  .   you want resources  ?   you want a chance to kill your father  ?   go ahead  .   whatever  .   but for our sakes  …  doing something just because you’re banking on endeavor not beating you to a little bloody pulp’s  kind of stupid  .   that the only strategy you have  ?   hoping for a bit of fatherly compassion  ?   ❜

                THERE’S A LAUGH THAT BUBBLES UP OUT OF HIS THROAT  ,      something genuinely amused but also not remotely joyous  ------  a bitter  ,  tired kind of noise  ,  soft and over in a few short chuckles .  it’s clear tomura has no idea what kind of man his father is and that’s fine  ,  it isn’t as if he’s ever expected him to know but it sure is  something  to have him perched here atop his lap and not even bother to  ask  ,  making assumptions based on short  ,  vague responses from some ten minutes ago .  really  ,  it just goes to show tomura shouldn’t be calling the shots here .  even with the given information he doesn’t understand a thing .

                ❛  ‘ fatherly compassion ’  ,  fuck no .  a guy like that  ...  no  ,  i don’t think he’s capable of it  ,  really .  ❜      there’s a memory  ,  two  ,  three  ;  a toddler curled up against his bedroom door  ,  starved and battered  ,  ‘ disappointment ’  ringing in his ears just as loudly as his mother’s quiet hiccups from across the courtyard  ;  sad enough to cry  ,  not enough to  do  anything it would seem .  to take those images  ,  those scenes  ,  paint a smile on anyone’s face or an outstretched hand  ,  reassurance or concern  ...  he can’t manage it  ,  feels sick in the attempt .      ❛  compassion isn’t what i’m expecting .  but tryin’ to save face  ...  yeah .  that’d be dad .  he’s only a hero ‘cause his shit stayed behind closed doors  ;  doesn’t matter how badly he’s tryin’ to act like he’s gonna be better  ,  there’s a reason he won’t publicize any of what he did to us .  he knows he’s a fake .  ❜  

                ❛  but anyway  ...  you should stop assuming shit before you let me speak .  i may not be you  ,  mophead  ,  but i ain’t stupid .  that isn’t where the details of what i wanna do start and end  ,  and if he surprises me  ...  well .  i have plans for that too .  getting beaten to a pulp isn’t  ...  ❜      he clicks his tongue  ,  thoughtfully .  tomura’s way of speaking is starting to rub off on him  ,  he thinks  ,  continues  :      ❛  ... game over .  it’s not even close .  ❜

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✦ . ° TOMURA . )

        THE WARMTH RECEDES AND HE WANTS IT BACK  ,  craves the ghost of dabi’s hot palms  ,  the solidity of an arm behind his back  ;  it’s gone  ,  and it’s what he wanted  ,  but the absence of it makes his skin prickle uneasily  ,  sends the nails in his neck digging deeper  ,  over the shadow of old wounds  ;  he straddles dabi  ,  instead  ,  slides his knees into familiar position  ,  the mimicry of control  ,  and pretends as though the shit coming out of dabi’s lazy mouth doesn’t strike a sort of old  ,  familiar chord  .     wants to say he gets it but that particular story sticks on his tongue like glue  ;  doesn’t dare roll off it  .

         and even if he’d wanted to  ,  what does it matter  ?   they’re not the same  ;  they never will be  .   it’d serve no purpose  ,  and this isn’t about sharing their sob stories  .    they’re fragmented beasts  /  sharing past pain didn’t matter nearly as much as exacting it  .

        ❛  –  are you the boss  ,  now  ?  ❜   tomura slides fingers from heart to dabi’s neck  ,  winds four fingers around its length and leaves the index pulled back like the trigger of a gun  .    he won’t do it  ;  it’s not even a bluff  .   but he could  ,  and dabi’s smart mouth is pissing him off  .    ❛  dunno why you were expecting me to just roll over and take that  .    watch your mouth  .    you’re pissing me off  .  ❜

             ❛  it doesn’t seem like you’ll listen to anything i have to say  …  ❜    he flexes his fingers over the skin of dabi’s neck  .    ❛  but you’re not the one who sets up anything  .    we’re doing this the way i want  –  and if you keep this up  …  the one on the front lines is going to be your funerary ashes  .    the person giving input  …  is going to be you  .  ❜

                IT’S THE EQUIVALENT OF HAVING A GUN TO HIS HEAD      and yet he fails to even  tense  beneath tomura’s fingers  ,  the shift of position  ,  instead simply staring up at him with unwavering eye contact .  it isn’t that he isn’t  acutely  aware of the destructive capabilities tomura possesses  but more so that it doesn’t concern him at this moment  ------  a threat is a threat only if the one giving it has an intention to follow through and tomura  ...  tomura would sooner eat his own hands than use them to harm him  ,  with scattered  ,  unlikely exceptions .  cocky  ,  knowing  ;  he tilts his head  ,  neck  ,  moving himself ever so slightly further into tomura’s fingers .

                ❛  s’neat how we’re all equal ‘til we wanna do somethin’ that doesn’t please your creepy ass  ,  huh ?  real quick to whip out the boss card then .  ❜      he exhales  ,  deeply  ,  slowly  ;  he could really go for a cigarette right now .  too bad he’s got a fucking  cat  bristling in his lap .      ❛  this isn’t a debate .  i’m telling you what’s up so we can work together  ---  whether or not you give me permission has nothin’ to do with what i wind up doing .  just matters how much say you have in it .  ❜

                ❛  you’re real pissy ‘cause you think i don’t trust you  ,  wonder where the fuck you’re givin’ me a reason to in this whole conversation .  actin’ like it’ll all go to shit if you let me handle something on my own  ,  got some bullshit threat with your hand around my neck .  you wanna kill me ?  squeeze .  otherwise get your hand off’a me .  ❜

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✦ . ° TOMURA . )

         DABI’S NOTIONS DO LITTLE TO EASE THE TENSION IN TOMURA’S BODY  ,  and restlessness makes room for agitation  ,  picks itself up in the way tomura goes to dig at the slender expanse of his scarred neck  ;  some people have worry stones  ,  others origami  ,  and he has jagged nails and thin red lines and old wounds  ,  the symbols of a body too small for what it packs inside  ,  and usually this would not be necessary  ,  not with another body immediately beneath him  ,  that he could blemish at his leisure  ,  but he is annoyed  ,  and all of that is the tone that dabi speaks in  ;  the way he presumes tomura would abuse the knowledge of his lineage in such an ineffective manner  .

         he is not so poor a strategist that he does not know when and where and what time to strike  ;  hearing dabi think otherwise is nearly disheartening  ,  and when dabi tugs tomura closer  ,  he tugs his body back  ,  away  ,  presses a palm to the place where dabi’s heart’d be  ,  if he had something like it  .      ❛  stop moving me around  ,  ❜    tomura snarls  ,   and a wall builds  .      ❛  i’m not your plaything  .     i’m not a doll you can pose however you want  .  ❜

         the most irritating fact of all is that dabi’s right  ;  without stain  ,  without the kidnapping of bakugou katsuki  ,  without the obliteration of the people’s trust in u.a.  ,  without the toppling of all might  ,  none of this would matter    –    dabi  ,  or whatever his name is  ,  would just be some elite’s brood come to drink from the wrong waters  ;  not a threat  ,  not a suggestion of something nefarious  ,  but a tragedy turned the incorrect direction  .    but that’s exactly how tomura would have planned it  .

         ❛  you think i wouldn’t have put the knowledge to good use  ?   like i wouldn’t have figured out a strategy around it  ?    calling me a genius and insulting me like that in the same sentence  ——   you just wanted to pick and choose when to drop that information in my lap  ;  you’ve had lots of time to mention it before  …  ❜

         ❛  or maybe you’re lying to me  ?   just to get a shot at getting your own name out there  ?  to be the villain that took down endeavor  ?   you’re banking on me just taking you at your word  ,  right  ?  ❜    the accusation lacks heat  ,  lacks substance  ,  delivered quietly and without judgment  ,  the look up at dabi through a cold  ,  calculative stare  ;  a glimmer of ruby uncertainty somewhere in there  .     he has no reason to believe dabi  .    has no reason to disbelieve dabi  ,  either  ,  and he can pick and choose where the evidence points towards dabi telling the truth  .

          they both know dabi’s hair is red  ;  he’s pulled exhibit a out from between his teeth  .

          ❛  you’re right  –  i’m not stupid  .    stop making excuses  .    the bottom line is that you didn’t trust me  ,  or  …  you’re lying through your teeth  .  ❜    and a quiet  ,  creaking  ,    ❛  both piss me off  .  ❜

                STOP MOVING ME AROUND HE SAYS  ,  AND HE OBLIGES .      he lets go  ,  unwraps his arm from around tomura’s waist and allows it to dangle lazily off the side of the seat instead  ,  no move made to replace the warmth and touch that is now lost .  it wouldn’t be accepted if he tried  ,  he knows  ,  even if he has a suspicion tomura will miss feeling his palm on his side  ,  arm against his back .  a man of contradictions  ,  every action somehow both a self punishment and personal reward  ;  a man of pride  ,  happier to deny himself something to prove a point than relinquish his anger .  sometimes dabi finds it funny .  sometimes he’s just tired .  tonight is the latter . 

                ❛  that i told you at all should be proof enough that i trust you .  no skin off my back if i’d just held onto that a while longer  ,  and if i wanted to lie to you i woulda done it two minutes ago when you asked what was on my mind .  ...  but that’s not a good enough answer  ,  is it ?  ❜      of course not .  he’ll rip the trauma from his bones and rot the truth in its entirety out of his chest just to spit in the wound and tell him it isn’t enough  ,  there is no  atoning  for the  wrong  he’s committed in keeping himself safe   ------  nevermind that tomura hasn’t deigned to share any  of  his secrets in the time they’ve known one another .  ‘ we’re all equals here ’  except they’re not  ,  really .  

                ❛  he’s just a shit hero to you  ,  part of a bigger plan .  he’s somethin’ else entirely to me and if you wanna get on my ass about me not sayin’ shit to you about that sooner  ,  fine .  but you’ve already done a great job of showin’ exactly why i’ve been waitin’ this long .  ❜      truthfully he has no idea when tomura thinks he should’ve told him  ,  no  good time  displayed in their timeline thus far though the reasons for such vary and truthfully  ,  he’s pretty sure tomura knows that .  but it’s easier to be angry  ,  self - important  ,  than it is to worry  ,  isn’t it ?      ❛  i don’t want you to plan it .  i don’t mind havin’ your input  ,  want it actually or i wouldn’t’ve said shit  ,  but this is gonna get set up my way .  and if you wanna object to that  ... dunno that you got room to be chastising me for a lack of trust .  ❜

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✦ . ° TOMURA . )

       YOU KNOW I CAN DO IT  ,   and to anyone else that arrogant appeal would have been the very end of the matter  ;  he doesn’t settle for being told what he does and does not know  ,  what is and is not  ,  but he has a soft spot for dabi  ,  like the center of a bloated corpse  ,  malleable  ,  and he isn’t easy to manipulate   (   he’s more comfortable with the manipulating  ;  queuing actions behind closed doors  ,  or hopping onto the front lines like a real protagonist   )    but he has a place in him that plays into dabi’s hands like model clay  .     dabi bends him  ,  can bend him  ;  shigaraki tomura thinks no one else will ever have that ability so long as they both still live  .

      in the warmth of dabi’s offered palm  ,  that seems more like a blessing than it does a curse  ,  and tomura thinks himself something of an expert on that matter  ,  thinks he knows his fair share of curses  ,  as though the devil’s benediction doesn’t writhe in the joints and knuckles of his ten fingers  .   tomura eases into dabi’s palm and grips the attached wrist near painfully  ,  his own slight reminder that  ,  while he may be vulnerable  ,  he needn’t always be  .    dabi doesn’t need the threat  ,  but it’s his own billet - doux  :  i could kill you  ,  if i wanted to  ,  but i won’t  .

        ❛  —-  i make the decisions  ,  here  .  ❜    he mumbles into dabi’s palm  ;  restless energy sends him shifting uncomfortably in dabi’s lap  ,  makes him flux their waists against each other  .    it’s an attempt at getting comfortable  ,  vain  ,  but worth the shot  .

       and then dabi drops that bombshell on him and whatever movements tomura’d been making before stop  ,  and it’s irritating  ,  but so like dabi to deliver it with that fucking casual  ,   nonchalant attitude  ,  and the face pressed into the skin of dabi’s palm jerks backwards in the dead air between dabi’s sentences and his lack of response  .

        a new kind of sensation rises in his stomach  ;  it’s not like dabi lied  ,  but it feels like being lied to  /  that sort of brand of omission  ,  like dabi didn’t deem it important enough  ,  like it didn’t matter  ,  somewhere along the lines  .    his voice is a door to a haunted house and it creaks and he says  ,   ❛  that’s what you want  ,  huh  —-  ?    to settle a debt  .    you plan for this  ?   the chance to knock the flame hero down a few pegs  ?  ❜

        ❛  you didn’t think that kinda info wasn’t important  ?    being the son of the ex - second most popular hero  …  that’s a valuable piece to use to shake the foundation of heroes  .    you’re an idiot for not using it openly  .  ❜

                ❛  you gonna let me actually answer you  ,  or you wanna keep throwing angry questions at me ‘til you tire yourself out ?  ❜      he replies  ,  a calm to match tomura’s lack of .  he expected this response  ,  or something close to it  ;  of course this man   ------   a  breeding ground  for anger and paranoia and  rotting bodies  that give their promises of trustworthiness in the form of  silence and bloat   ------   would find it some kind of  personal offense  that he did not have every piece of the puzzle from the get - go .  it’s treason  ,  it’s lies  ,  it’s a strike in tomura’s little black book and dabi counts himself  lucky  that the hands so near to his body are not weapons  ,  not to him .  never to him  ,  and all his six thousand strikes .

                ❛  first of all  ...  it’s  because  i know it’s important that i haven’t said shit to anyone about it .  ❜      he replies with a  sigh  ,  hand now no longer pressed to tomura’s face lifting to run itself through his hair instead .  he knows tomura doesn’t think him  stupid  ,  but he could make an effort to prove it now and again .      ❛  divulging that information too soon woulda been a real mess .  son of a famous pro hero workin’ with a group of villains who didn’t have any real traction yet  ...  that’s not a blow  ,  that’s a sob story in endeavor’s favor .  i’d look like a rebellious kid who got caught up in the wrong crowd and is just waitin’ on daddy to come save him ‘cause now he’s in too deep .  even worse if he’d managed to round me up during their attack from before  ,  makes him look like my goddamn hero .  ❜      he wets his lips  ,  continues .      ❛  with the reputation i have now  ,  that stands of chance of doing some real damage .  after all  ...  he’s trying to prove himself as deserving of the position he’s in now  ,  right ?  having a serial killer  ,  kidnapping former heir isn’t about to make that any easier for him .  ❜

                ❛  secondly  ...  it’s better to shake ‘em up in pieces  ,  not all at once .  dismantling their top heroes one by one  ...  that’s gonna be more effective than trying to take out a handful at a time .  spreads it out  ,  causes more doubt  ...  that kinda thing .  you’re a genius  ,  but you’re impatient .  ‘specially when you’re angry .  i didn’t wanna have you tossing that information out before it could be most effective .  ❜      he adjusts how he’s sitting a bit  ,  shifts tomura on his lap so they’re both a bit more  upright  and pulls him  closer  with the arm still ‘round his waist .  he knows he’s bound to be angry  ,  hates  when dabi doesn’t roll over and  agree  with his tantrums  ,  but he’s right .  if tomura is as smart as dabi gives him credit for being  ,  he’ll know that too .      ❛  and third  ...  yeah  ,  it’s a little about knockin’ my old man down a few pegs .  ain’t all of it  ,  but it factors in .  think i’m allowed that  ,  after what he did to me and every other kid he forced that woman to pop out on his behalf .  ❜ 

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✦ . °  TOMURA  . )

    THE WAY DABI’S TOUCH DRAGS ACROSS HIM SENDS SHIVERS DOWN HIS SPINE OF THE PLEASANT VARIETY  ,  give him this itch he aches to scratch  ,  somewhere untrimmed  ,  broken nails can’t reach  ,  and it simply sends his energy spiraling  ,  causes shivers to break out across his whole body  :  keeping him a vibrating form in dabi’s lap  .    the way dabi can pull reactions out of him is somewhat of a frustration  ;  has always been  ,  and in some ways the other man can make him feel so small in comparison  ,  makes him acutely aware of their size difference  ,  gives him the ability to wonder just what it is that separates them both  ;  if the one in control is him  ,  if it isn’t  .

     if that thought is meant to be bothersome  ,  the way tomura suspects it should be  ,  it isn’t  ;  dabi pulls him closer to his body and tomura lays flush against it  ,  a whining sound trapped in his throat  .    he lays his hands against dabi’s chest  ,  outstretched fingers  ,  one raised high on both ends  ,  lest he turn his glorified pillow into dust  .

    regardless of whether or not he’s in control  ,  the fact of the matter stands that tomura could kill him easily  ;  if a lack of control should bother him  ,  then he has at least that to cling to  ,  and he thinks of it each time they sit like this  ,  with him curled into dabi’s lap like a raggedy feral kitten  .     ❛  you asking for special treatment  ?  ❜

     he’s surprised dabi asks for anything at all  .     ❛  why  ?  got something to prove  ?  a villain with a fire quirk takes down the symbol of peace with one  …  didn’t take you for the dick measuring type  .  ❜    he shifts in dabi’s lap  ,  buries face into the exposed part of dabi’s chest  ,  where his cheek can rub against where skin meets distortion  ,  staples scraping where they meet his face  .   tomura can feel dabi’s eyes on him  ;  that  ,  like his touch  ,  makes his spine dance in his back  .     ❛  you’re the one who says we shouldn’t jump in  –  and your quirk’s not gonna expose a weak spot  .    c’mon  .    you know strategy  .  y’know how fucking stupid it’d be to throw you in there  .  ❜  

     a huff of harsh  ,  hot breath fans across dabi’s chest  .     ❛  —  unless you wanna set up a situation like that  .    what’s on your mind  ,  patchwork  ?   what’re you thinking  ?  ❜

                it would be easy enough to drop this conversation  ,  he thinks  ,      let it devolve with a smirk  ,  a chuckle  ,  a hand gliding to tomura’s lower back and his lips searching for lover’s own  ------  but he resists that particular urge  ,  knowing if he  wants  something  ,  he’ll need to earn it through explanation rather than distraction .  and this  ,  this  is  something he wants  ;  the corpse of a corrupted man created by his own hands  ,  the death of his own personal  boogeyman  &  the knowledge they  both  shall share in the  faux hero’s  final moments that endeavor  created  this monster  ,  sealed his own fate twenty three years ago .  he wants  revenge  plain and simple .  there’s a birthright involved in this man’s death and  no one else  can be permitted to bring his crown tumbling down . 

                ❛  not askin’ for anything any more special than you lettin’ me lead that mission with the angry little shit .  you know i can do it .  ❜      he better  ,  in any case .  he’s more than proven himself by this point and if that can be called  special treatment  ...  well  ,  maybe it is .  so what ?  villainy aside he’s certain he already meets the criteria for whatever tomura considers that to be  ,  judging by their current position alone  ;  the man who screams  don’t touch me  wrapped up in dabi’s arms  ,  hot breath on his chest and all but  purring  each time dabi deigns to give him even feather light touches .  speaking of which  ...  he moves a hand to cup tomura’s face  ,  thumb ghosting along the skin of his cheek as he stares down at him and as much as he doesn’t care to delve into the matter at hand in  detail  ...  there’s no choice .  he owes tomura a shred of honesty and should trust him enough not to be an  idiot  with the information .

                ❛  his guard’ll be lower if he knows i’m involved .  or at least he’ll have trouble gettin’ the upper hand .  good things  ,  right ?  ❜      a sigh  ,  hand sliding upward to run fingers through tomura’s hair and he finds a sense of  comfort  in the action  ,  strangely enough .  maybe if they weren’t both so  fucked up  this could be a fully affectionate moment between them  ------  but alas  ,  that’s just not their luck .      ❛  bastard that he is  ,  he still won’t wanna risk fuckin’ up his son where cameras are rolling .  he’s tried so damn hard to get to the place he’s in now  ,  it’d be a shame to give anyone a reason to knock him down from it .  besides  ...  i know how he fights better than anyone else you could send out there .  just safer  ,  for a lot’a reasons .  ❜

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hey hey hey just wanna say  sorry  for my absence !  i’ll explain a lot more in depth under the cut but the short version is i’ve been really busy  &  then got sick for a few days  ( & am currently still recovering currently )  so i’ll probably be around monday / tuesday !  thanks for your patience  &  i hope you guys have been doing well !!  c: 

so my life lately is basically ... stressful as fuck lol , to put it lightly .

basically , my grandfather is not doing well .  we had to spend the last week  /  two weeks moving him to a new senior living facility because the one he was at was too far away for us to get to him quickly if something happened and LOT of somethings have been happening lately  (  he’s constantly got UTI’s  ,  he got shingles  ,  he cracked his head open on his bedside table and it took him a week afterward to remember who my mother was or that he had children at all  (  he has four  )  and he goes through periods where he’s convinced my grandmother is still alive and goes outside at 3am looking for her , sometimes falling through windows or tripping and falling into bushes in the process  ,  not immediately recognizing me and falling asleep during our conversations multiple times ... etc etc ... )  and he’s at the point where he cannot be alone meaning he’s got a 24 hour aid until the new place can move him to the memory  /  dementia unit bc he is a huge fucking hazard to himself

moving  /  packing his shit at his old place wore me the fuck out b/c even if i know it’s not the case yet  ,  the last time i had to go through my grandparents’ shit was when my grandmother died two years and it felt like death packing and it hurt like fuck .  finding pictures that i know once meant something shoved in the back of his closet bc he doesn’t remember what they are or who is in them  (  even commissioned ones of himself and his wife when they were younger  )  ,  moving his beloved collection of porcelain faeries to storage and knowing he wont get them back because he doesn’t have the room  ,  tossing out things that i grew up around b/c he can grandma more or less raised me for a portion of my life ... it hurts ,  it’s upsetting  ,  move in day was tuesday and i’m still reeling from all of it and there’s still more to be done .

it doesn’t help that my mother is extremely stressed out and i had to spend a large chunk of time holding her  ,  this woman who almost never cries or lets people know she’s reached a breaking point  ,  while she sobbed into my arms and begged her to tell her she was doing the right thing for her father .  begged me to support her bc her siblings weren’t  ,  begged me to talk her out of this terrified mindset she’d slipped into .  watching my mother  ,  the strongest person i know  ,  break down like that is  ...  hard  ,  heavy .  definitely puts me in a bit of a mood for a while after .

on top of this  ,  i got really bad vertigo that started on wednesday and persisted until today and while it’s gotten better  ,  i still feel very weak in my legs and kind of nauseous .

and i’m sorry this is so fucking long lol but that’s been my life since i returned from orlando a couple weeks ago and i think it’s pretty clear why i wouldn’t feel up to writing or talking or being anywhere at all .  i do love my muses dearly so im gonna try to come back around soon but i’m also not gonna push myself when i have so much going on .

in the meantime in willing to rp on discord if anyone wants to  (  albeit slowly  )  and i really  ,  really appreciate all the patience i’ve been given thus far  ;  thank you all so much .

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you hold the future in your palms  ,  ash  &  cinders  ,  the smell of smoke  ;  you hold the dawn and in your hands it is burning  ,  burning  ,  burning .  /  dabi  from  bnha  ,  loved by  nyx  /  PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG 

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first  &  foremost  ,  i want to give a big  thank you  to everyone who has expressed their sympathies  /  rb’d the callout   /  etc .  it means a lot to everyone affected by his behavior that there’s so much love and support. 

secondly  ,  i have officially put in my rules that i will  block you  if you interact with julie.  at this point in time i have zero patience for him or those that wish to apologize for his behavior  ;  thank you for understanding.

[reoisready]

Aizawa and Dabi

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no fuck you , show them ALL of it 

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now listen to me young man, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to gamestop, and i need you to ask the bastard working the counter if they have bambi on the ps2. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day.

@putrefys 

                   ❛  …  yeah .  anyway .  ❜

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DABBING INTENSIFIES

@chariset .

i could kill you with my own two hands right here , right now , and feel nothing

[obahoeru]

A quick something of this binch to lastly celebrate his appearance on TV. 

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hey good morning !  i’ve made a screencapping tutorial if anyone wants it, since i’ve had some friends asking me about it.  Hopefully this helps some of you out !

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i read that ask from okra as 'light my cigarette with your asshole' at first and for a full minute i thought dabi was agreeing to light shigaraki's cigarette with his ass and let me tell you that made for a bad mental image

@thuskindlyiscatter .

both u and ay told me this and i actually got so worried that i had misread it that i went back and reread it three times just to ensure okra hadn’t requested fart fires so thank u guys for that 

[putrefys-blog]

dabi can you light my cig with your fart fire  ?  dabi  ?  dabi where are you going

[pyrestarter-blog]

i will pay you to shut the fuck up

[pyrestarter-blog]

i read that ask from okra as 'light my cigarette with your asshole' at first and for a full minute i thought dabi was agreeing to light shigaraki's cigarette with his ass and let me tell you that made for a bad mental image

@thuskindlyiscatter .

both u and ay told me this and i actually got so worried that i had misread it that i went back and reread it three times just to ensure okra hadn’t requested fart fires so thank u guys for that