* 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 .

To learn if it hurt or not, it was exciting. Eve could feel pain just as humans could, perhaps muted, more subtle, a more conceptual pain but it was there. More than anything Eve’s heart could ache. Inwardly there was an unfathomable amount of pain and anguish coursing through his veins as the artificial synapses of his mind told him IT HURT. Heartaches, heartbreaks, and similar things is what pained him but even then he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly hurt and why. He thinks… this might be similar.

Shigaraki was quiet. Around him at least he was quiet. He didn’t mind at all because sometimes silence was nice. The fleeting words between his lips were often straightforward and when he spoke to Eve, simple and easy to understand. Waxing poetics like his brother was harder and while the machine lifeform would enjoy his elder’s ramblings it’s not like he could process it very well. The one made of rot and entrails inside a walking corpse, he was nice. That’s what Eve thought. When the hand was extended to him the rosy cheeked entity smiled.

He would have shot his hand out to grab the other’s immediately, but instead there was trepidation. Not for himself, but more so he wondered if it would hurt Shigaraki the same. Eve had a firm grip basically. He extended his hand, warm, un-calloused, his skin felt human but there was also a very, very slight uncanny nature to it. But still he found himself holding Shigaraki’s hand gingerly, fingers rubbing against the wrinkles gently, dried crack flesh beneath his own. It was so fast though, did his own hand begin to deteriorate. His eyes widened a bit and there was a wince but Eve managed to stay fairly collected. There was more so awe in his eyes, lips parted begging to speak. The ‘blood’ the ‘muscle’ the ‘tissue’ disintegrating beneath the other. And for a moment Eve seemed flustered. “I don’t like that.” Eve said, having not pulled his arm away yet “That you don’t know any different.”

            it’s  not  reluctance,   nor  hesitation,   but  it  takes  a  moment  for  a  hand  to  slip  into  the  coolness  of  his  own   /   and  he  tests  the  feeling  of  it,   the  weight.   heavily  stifling  silence  pervades  the  air  surrounding  them  like  it  was  waiting  for  the  foreboding  presence  of  death.   gradually,   he  places  one  finger  after  another  against  the  too - smooth  skin  until  all  five  of  his  rough  fingertips  have  pressed  against  flesh.   it’s  only  a  brief  second,   and  then  it  activates   ━━   webbing  from  the  source,   the  made  tissue  begins  to  quickly  turn  rancid,   peeling  back  and  rotting  before  exposing  muscle  and  sinew.   bloods  pours,   gore  beginning  to  cover  his  own  hand  too  as  the  one  in  his  grip  continues  to  decay   . . .   right  down  to  the  bone  until  it  turns  to  crudely  crushed  dust  and  then  the  rot  continues  to  gradually  move  up    ━━

                fingers  release  their  grip  before  eve  decides  to  pull  away,   a  small  and  unacknowledged  mercy  so  that  he  didn’t  lose  his  entire  arm  as  the  decay  continued  to  eat  it’s  way  up  until  the  five - fingered  touch  is  severed.   the  other’s  comment  confuses  him   /   has  him  turning  crimson  back  to  their  mirror,   a  frown  causing  eyes  to  scowl  even  in  their  lazy,   half - lidded  position.           ❛   why?   ❜         (   well   . . .   it  wasn’t  entirely  the  truth.   he  did  know  different,   the  memories  were  just  hazy  and  felt  unreal.   like  an  ugly  sense  of  deja  vu  that  he  chose  to  ignore.   )

GENTLY / GENTLY STILL. He would wonder about him. It wasn’t pity or anything like that, but perhaps genuine concern he couldn’t quite place. He was curious about him, Shigaraki, who always had a scowl on his lips when he wasn’t smiling so wide his skin cracked. But that was just it, he LIKED him like that. He was cruel on the underside. It burrowed in his veins and made home in his heart. The torture and dark thoughts. But that wasn’t the interesting part. Adam had made a point to say Shigaraki was a fascinating human specimen, one of rage and horror. He was what war was made of and Eve wouldn’t mind dying on that battleground.

Eve wasn’t human to say the least. His words were soft and firm in equal measures but what eloquence he managed to lace together was distinctly non-human. It was hard to discern the exact falter in the human disguise, but he was all too genuine, all to visceral to be truly human. Eve had been staring at Shigaraki’s hands for some moments now. His own large hands curled against his palms and gripped at his sweatpants.

“It must be hard to do stuff, anything really. What if you want to touch someone?” Eve inquired rather bluntly. This was not an attempt to empathize, not outright at least. He paused for a moment, again staring at those cracked and blistered hands. He felt himself reach out, but retracted just as quickly as he realized his action. “If you touched my hand, it would decay but, I would grow back so I don’t think it matters. Does it hurt?”

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               ❛   i  don’t  know  any  different.   ❜           had  spent  the  majority  of  his  life  knowing  that  if  he  pressed  all  five  of  his  fingers  onto  the  same  surface,   it  would  fall  and  crumble.   he  had  known  the  death  that  sat  on  his  fingertips  for  far  longer  than  he  had  not.   it  was  surprisingly  not  often  that  he  was  asked  about  his  quirk   ━━   people  taking  it  at  face  value,   too  terrified  to  think  about  it  any  longer  than  necessary.   but  eve  was  not  normal   . . .   that  much  was  painfully  clear.   not  that  the  questions  bothered  him,   curiosity  was  only  natural  and  he  was  curious  about  the  other,   too. 

                sanguineous  gaze  meets  it’s  mirror,   taking  in  the  other’s  appearance  like  he  would  his  own.   it’s  unsettling  at  the  least   /   to  look  at  something  inhuman  and  wonder  whether  you  look  the  same  to  others.   he  wondered   . . .   how  something  made  could  produce  such  raw  visibility  of  emotion,   without  any  fear  of  the  vulnerability   ━   of  the  shame  and  weakness  that  would  accompany  that   ━   and  how  he  continued  to  struggle  with  the  concept.   he  felt  them   /   viscerally  and  physically,   like  an  ugly  entity  manifesting  in  his  gut  and  the  only  way  he  knew  how  to  express  them  was  in  some  form  of  vicious  violence.

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gothic horror.   gaslights. corsets.  ballrooms.  candlelight.  mist.  starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets.  horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers.  bogs.  moors.  forests.  mountains.  castles.  velvet.  silver.  brass.  gold.  jewels.  domino masks.   the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances.  violins.  roses.  lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows.  crows.  ambiguous illness.  fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night.  capes.  gloves. top hats.  straight razors.  lightning.  pipe organs. underground caverns.  bats.  mice.  rats.  ravens. cats.  pearls.  attics. talismans. axes.  wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires.  werewolves. ghosts.  coffins.  western europe.  eastern europe. bones.  churches.  catacombs.  mausoleums.  spiders.   books.

classic horror.   black and white. powder puffs.  red lipstick.  winged eyeliner.  white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.  icy blue eyes. rain.  abandoned cars. skeletons.  acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats.  looking over your shoulder.  trans-atlantic accents.  private detectives.  dinner parties.  haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs.  perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock.  cellars.  dust. dark alleys.  empty streets. driving at night.horn-rimmed glasses. radiation.  zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city.  witches.  the devil.  cannibalism. conspiracies.  amulets.  abject terror.  the american south.  the american northeast.  england.  analog cameras.

slashers.  bloodbaths.  massacres. wanton nudity.  newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers.  obscured faces. social unrest.  bonfires.  lakes.  babysitters.  suburbia.  high school.  lockers.  dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.  outdated television sets.  nightmares.  psychiatrists.  hospitals.  unstoppable forces.  gunfire.  police.  landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons.  halloween.  secrets. revelations.  character masks.  scrunchies.  queerness. wild curls.  jeering children. parties. fire.  swearing. revulsion.  california.  the american midwest.  ambulances.

paranormal horror.   malevolent spirits. seances.  spells. missing bodies.  hidden graves. white noise.  static. flickering lights.  rings of salt.  demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air.  mausoleums.  wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see.  black ooze.  old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water.  crucifixes.  priests. possession. exorcisms.  dolls.

cryptid & urban legend horror.   aliens.  blinding light.  dark woods.  driving at night. claw-marks.  bite-marks. men in black.  memory loss.  dismembered bodies. sewers.  flashlights. cell phones.  video cameras.  cars with tinted windows.  abandoned houses.  unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes.  clowns.  something rustling outside your window.  glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia.  mirrors. the american pacific northwest.  the american midwest.   hiking / backpacking.

thrillers.   daylight. fluorescent lighting.  morgues.  asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them.  a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams.  codes.  convicted killers. missing persons.  law enforcement.  federal agents.  small towns.  suspicion.  paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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  “ Lose what, ” is his quick retort, the urge to escalate things flickering in his eyes like kindle sparks seeking to ignite into something brighter, bigger. a bonfire of his own maliciousness making love to the streets! fucked concrete doesn’t offer much merit though, so ev traps his tongue in between the points of his canines and bides his time by testing what luck he’s garnered between them to be spent like pocket change.

  “ – Oh! But.. I need my tongue. ”  he has a smile coating the insides of his cheeks and it curdles like sour milk; once he saw a wolf and it turned out to be a sheep––then saw a snake and it turned out to be a snake, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he gets bit.

  ev’s index finger curls into the worn skin of his wrist, halting tomura’s movements. before there are any further scowls of annoyance, though, he carefully measures what left there is of him to wring out. kisses climb down his neck like overgrown tendrils and he roots his teeth in the soft pulse of his artery enough to stall him for a beat of a second or two. “ Can’t say it’d feel too great if I lost that, you know..? ” the growl in his throat grows like a weed, trembles like a wild fire. retracting again, both of his hands rise out of surrender as he steps back to avoid the other’s tendency to get touchy ( but by no means to return the favor ) with incredible haste.

  “ Alright, I’ll fuck off now. Thank me later for that insider’s look on how annoying it is when you curl in on yourself like a beach snail and refuse to communicate. Or, as I like to call it: an eye for an eye, bastard.”

             he’s  not  playing  games,   not  even  remotely.   any  threat  from  him  isn’t  idle  or  empty,   it’s  a  loaded  gun  held  at  point - blank  with  a  finger  poised  on  the  trigger   ━━   not  knowing  when  it  was  going  to  pull.   doesn’t  have  to  look  at  the  other  to  hear  the  way  his  mouth  was  likely  split  into  a  grin,   teeth  bared  in  a  way  that  should  have  his  blood  running  cold.   ah,   but  instead  the  image  grows  something  inside  him   /   side  by  side  with  that  boiling  rage,   unnamable. 

                  ❛   like  it  won’t  grow  back,   you   ━━   ❜       hand  is  caught  between  claws  that  were  too  soft  with  him,   posing  no  real  threat  of  cutting  straight  through  and  allowing  him  to  bleed  out   /   but  it’s  the  too - hot  mouth  against  the  mottled  canvas  of  his  neck  that  gives  him  pause.   releasing  a  breath  like  a  cadaver’s  death  rattle  as  teeth  press,   anticipation  creeping  up  his  spine  as  the  moment  stretches.   he  waits,   he  waits   ━━   until  denial  is  the  only  thing  given  and  it  paints  vision  red.   oh,   how  it  blossoms  something  ugly  inside  of  him,   corrosive  and  rotting.

                   he  moves  with  an  inhuman  suddenness,   whirling  on  the  other   /   heel  of  his  palm  planting  into  ev’s  shoulder  as  he  forcibly  leans  his  weight  on  him  until  they’re  tumbling  down.   landing  with  legs  straddling  hips  and  a  hand  placed  on  shoulder   . . .   the  only  thing  separating  him  and  certain  death  being  a  single  lifted  finger,   while  the  other  held  back  a  fist  ready  and  waiting.

i  ━  intimacy .    he’s not romantic at all, generally speaking. “intimacy” in a physical sense is easier than emotionally. depending on who his partner is, it usually is just sex with no strings attached - he’s very good at that. sex with him is usually rough. he is not often soft and gentle, nor is that in his nature. sex and violence go very much hand in hand for him. with someone he has something a little bit more with, he can be ... a little softer. more so in the foreplay / aftermath of it rather than the actual moment. he’ll push boundaries and limits ( within consensual lines, ofc ). intimacy in that more romantic form - like i said, not likely. but with someone he’s closer to, it’ll manifest as softer touches, seeking out physical contact, wanting to be physically close to them. he can border on obsessive. 

j  ━  jack off .     he doesn’t masturbate that much tbh? he will in the context of doing it for someone, like if they’re watching or if he’s intending on showing them. but he probably very rarely just does it for himself.

k  ━  kink .    praise praise praise. he lives for being praised before / during / after. how good he is, how good he’s making them feel. he’s also not against some degradation being thrown in there too for good measure, but mostly being praised and validated. especially if he’s the one being fucked, since that usually makes him more submissive.

l  ━  location .    he’ll do it anywhere, he doesn’t care if he gets seen / caught. somewhere with a little bit of a risk is exciting - especially if it would embarrass his partner to get found out  😊 aside from just the conventional, he likes being on a couch or chair, with him straddling / on top. or up against a wall. honestly, literally anywhere will do, he’s not picky. 

m  ━  motivation .    haha ... a lot. he’s very sensitive and touch - starved. he doesn’t have a high sex drive on his own, but if someone initiates something with him, he’ll usually go with it. not surprisingly, but blood and violence are a turn - on for him in the right context. a little more tame, is kissing. making out that starts out slow and moves into idle touches that become a little more desperate. especially if someone started kissing / mouthing at his neck, that’ll get him going for sure. so basically, foreplay is a big thing for him.

n  ━  no .    the basics. someone forcing him to be ( emotionally ) vulnerable is a turn - off, as well as too much overstimulation. daddy kink is a murky one for him too.

o  ━  oral .    definitely prefers receiving. he’s selfish and greedy, and has a bit of a fixation with putting things into people’s mouths. and he’s not entirely gentle about it either. but he will also give or at least reciprocate, with the power lying with him. he wants to make his partner feel good, knowing that it’s him doing it. the power and validation of it knowing he’s the one doing it and nothing else.

p  ━  pace .    rough, but he’ll build up a pace - goes either way, he likes being rough and likes it when people are rough with him. he’ll alternate between going faster and then slowing down to draw it out, particularly if he’s topping because he likes hearing his partner beg for it and having the control. 

q  ━  quickie .    he’s up for them, it’s probably a stress - reliever for him. he doesn’t really have much of a preference between it being quick or longer, as long as he’s getting something out of it. if he absolutely had to choose, he’d probably prefer something longer because he likes to explore and touch, and build up to it. 

r  ━  risk .    he will absolutely experiment and take risks. he’s impulsive anyway, so sex isn’t really much different. as i said before, he’ll risk getting caught or someone hearing, and there’s not much he wouldn’t give a go at least once.

d  ━  dirty secret .    not really too much of a secret, but also something he doesn’t advertise. he absolutely loves being railed. just rearrange his insides. he will become almost entirely submissive; plead, beg, whine. lose his fucking mind. :) he’s very easy to overstimulate.

e  ━  experience .    a bit here and there! tomura isn’t really someone to pursue things unless someone initiates something with him first. he was also very isolated until like his twenties, so there was definitely a lack of experience initially. but he knows what he likes and he picks things up fairly quickly. and he’s good with his hands.

a  ━  aftercare .    depends on his partner, but usually not a lot of aftercare. if it’s someone he’s fairly familiar with, he doesn’t mind them staying ( he can sleep a little easier if there’s someone with him) but if not, he’ll tell them to leave. for the sake details, for someone he’s more familiar with or has some kind of relationship with - he can be clingy. he’ll maintain some kind of physical touch between them. but, he’d much rather his partner dote on him, rather the other way around.

t  ━  toy .    doesn’t really own any himself, nor is he too interested. like i said, he’s got a fairly low libido on his own. if a partner has any they want him to use on them / they want to use on him, he’d definitely be up for it, though.