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likes  artificial  watermelon  | sleeps in what they are already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens  to  music  with  earbuds  | listens  to  music  with  headphones | hates  the summer | can recite passed the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of jar |  doodles  on their  notebooks  | can bake cookies  | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes  without  syrup  |  prefers  shorts  over  pants  | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse |  uses  the  same  password  for everything  |  can’t  hold  their  breath  for  more  than  fifteen  seconds  | watches  anime  | hasn’t  read  harry  potter |   can say ‘i love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical  pencils | thinks space is cool | takes  personality  tests  more  than  once  to make  sure |  can’t  tie  their  shoes  |   has a purse  | likes salads | likes  cool  colors  better than  warm  colors  | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies |  can  ice  skate | knows their mbti   | reads  astrology  charts  |  prefers  the  star  wars  prequels  to  the original trilogy  | plays  video  games  | reads the newspaper |  likes  chocolate  ice  cream best | doesn’t cuss  |  memorizes song lyrics | collects  coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks  | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | owns a hoodie | would rather own  cds  than  online  copies |  has  written  a  poem  | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine  | double dips when eating | drinks  directly  out  of  the  milk container |  keeps a journal

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Exactly as planned, confusion played across the other villain’s features, that cool facade crumbling  —  flickering away, fading, leaving behind that sweeter expression. It was a small victory, but it left stitched lips curling into a grin, joy causing staples to tug sharply at his own muscles before he adjusted it, let it soften.

In near the same breath, his own mask flickered out of place. In part due to necessity, in part from the comforting presence that En provided, and above all else? Because he was a little too busy figuring out which metaphor ‘thrown for a loop’ was, to actually play the part of apathetic bastard.

Turquoise eyes blinked, confusion dissolving as he pieced the phrasing together. A quiet chuckle filled the air, and he peered up from his place in En’s lap.

   ❝ Maybe, but that would imply playing nice, and we can’t exactly have that. ❞

(  As though bringing his lover candy wasn’t already ‘playing nice’. As though their acts actually mattered, beyond the warped logic of villainous minds.  )

       “Come oon, why can’t you ever play nice?” 

The words were laughed, nearly a joke - as if he expected Dabi to play nice, that in and of itself was a hilarious thought. He hadn’t fallen in love with the villain because he was a good guy, no, quite the opposite in fact. 

A piece of the candy was plucked from the box, placed between grinning lips as he watched the other, hands slipping carefully down his sides. 

( the last thing he wanted to do was kill the mood by tugging a staple ) 

“So what’d I do to deserve such a treat, as is y’ visitin’ me?” 

likes  artificial  watermelon  | sleeps in what they are already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens  to  music  with  earbuds  | listens  to  music  with  headphones | hates  the  summer | can recite passed the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of jar |  doodles  on  their  notebooks  | can bake cookies  | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats  pancakes  without  syrup  |  prefers  shorts  over  pants  | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse |  uses  the  same  password  for  everything  |  can’t  hold  their  breath  for  more  than  fifteen  seconds  | watches  anime  | hasn’t  read  harry  potter |   can say ‘i love you’ in more than one language | prefers  mechanical  pencils | thinks space is cool | takes  personality  tests  more  than  once  to  make  sure |  can’t  tie  their  shoes  |   has a purse  | likes salads | likes  cool  colors  better  than  warm  colors  | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies |  can  ice  skate |  knows their mbti   | reads  astrology  charts  |  prefers  the  star  wars  prequels  to  the  original  trilogy  | plays  video  games  | reads the newspaper |  likes  chocolate  ice  cream  best |  doesn’t cuss  |  memorizes song lyrics | collects  coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks  | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | owns a hoodie | would  rather  own  cds  than  online  copies |  has  written  a  poem  | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine  | double dips when eating | drinks  directly  out  of  the  milk  container |  keeps a journal

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likes  artificial  watermelon  | sleeps in what they are already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens  to  music  with  earbuds  | listens  to  music  with  headphones | hates  the summer | can recite passed the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of jar |  doodles  on their  notebooks  | can bake cookies  | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes  without  syrup  |  prefers  shorts  over  pants  | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse |  uses  the  same  password  for everything  |  can’t  hold  their  breath  for  more  than  fifteen  seconds  | watches  anime  | hasn’t  read  harry  potter |   can say ‘i love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical  pencils | thinks space is cool | takes  personality  tests  more  than  once  to make  sure |  can’t  tie  their  shoes  |   has a purse  | likes salads | likes  cool  colors  better than  warm  colors  | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies |  can  ice  skate | knows their mbti   | reads  astrology  charts  |  prefers  the  star  wars  prequels  to  the original trilogy  | plays  video  games  | reads the newspaper |  likes  chocolate  ice  cream best | doesn’t cuss  |  memorizes song lyrics | collects  coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks  | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | owns a hoodie | would rather own  cds  than  online  copies |  has  written  a  poem  | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine  | double dips when eating | drinks  directly  out  of  the  milk container |  keeps a journal

TAGGED BY: @frcmshadcws

A moment of silence, as he took a steadying breath  —  shoved the emotions down as far as they could go, turned the metaphorical lock, and tossed the key into some mental box or another. There wasn’t an estimate to give her, not when he wasn’t certain if he could ever really come back.

   ❝ I don’t know when, Christy. ❞

Shaking his head, Dabi shifted forward a bit, brushing pale fingers soothingly through her hair, ever careful not to catch staples in the snow-white strands. Scarred lips pressed tightly together, debating, a heavy sigh filling the air between them. His conversation with the elders of the Striker family echoed, those ever-present questions of “What are you going to tell her?”

     "I’m going to tell her the truth.“

             —  And his own promise, of course.

   ❝ No, Christy. I’m… ❞

Another shake of his head, messy hair falling further out of place. He could still hear Benjamin’s uncertain pacing from the kitchen, and for once, he couldn’t blame the counselor for being so stressed out.

         ❝ I’m the bad guy. ❞

It felt like a confession, which didn’t make sense. She knew that he was a villain, but this was all… different.

   ❝ And someday, somehow, you’re going to understand that. You don’t have to right now. ❞

Gods, he wanted to cry, and that was the last thing that he could do in front of her.

   ❝ And right now, I have to go away for a while. You should focus on Daddy— ❞  There was that phrasing again.   ❝ —And keep Eraser’s number close by, like En— like Cody told you to, okay? ❞

Wide eyes, fill of childlike confusion, stared up at the other. Dabi wasn’t the bad guy, that didn’t make sense. He wasn’t a hero, no she knew that, he had never been like the good guys she saw on TV, but he wasn’t the bad guy. Bad guys were people like her mother, not... 

                       Not Dabi. 

          Dabi was like uncle Cody... 

A villain, but the good guy all the same. 

  ( the contradiction of a child’s mind )

It was clear that, while she nodded, she still didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. She didn’t understand how different this moment would make her life in a few years. But nod she did, agreeing with what her big brother had to say. 

     “I will, okay...” 

After the words came another pause, before arms wrapped around Dabi, face burrowed in his unnatural warmth, fingers curling into his shirt. 

                           “Be safe, okay?”

Safe. She had learned early in life that the word carried more weight than an ‘I love you’. Be safe meant stay okay, stay alive, and come home to me in one piece. While, at her age, she didn’t understand the weight of the phrase, it was still a request that tumbled past her lips, muffled by Dabi’s shirt.

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cracked-roleplay said ↴ 🏞️ ( Christy / @pierced-morals )

🏞️  —  Go to the park together

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The cold didn’t bother her as they made their way into the park - and for a chilly afternoon, the park wasn’t as empty as could be expected. Here or there, a few people wandered about, chatting or walking their dogs, and kids played in the distance, despite the nip to the fall air. 

Christy’s smile was similar to theirs, turning to bounce along backwards, grinning up at the Reaver as they walked. 

   “We should swing, okay?” 

( How high could that metal arm send them? )

@pridexjoy said ↴ [Fathers Day Meme] “I don’t think he realizes what today is.” (Azurine + Ben)

Soft smile curled across his lips as he watched the other father from across the room. Azurine’s softly spoken words were likely right - between Beyond’s habit of not processing the ongoing flow of time, and how often he set aside anything meant to praise himself, Ben could only expect he had forgotten that today was Father’s Day. 

“Likely... We should surprise him with something, as a reminder.” 

                 The soft spoken idea was with one flaw: