#dermapyre

ok honestly i cant cover anything here so make sure to get the doc handy if you can stomach it but

myers was a friend of mine i met through the bnha roleplay sphere back when i was ~18. we became mutuals on my personal around the same time bc he liked my yu-gi-oh posting.

the TLDR is that for 2 years (and more, for others) hes been living a double life where with the close friends and romantic partners he acquires on "anti" tumblr he is a loud and proud anti and even did things like platform my testimony regarding a woman who was predatory towards me at 16 and consoled me in october when another mutual turned out to be proship in private (although we werent nearly as close friends and they never claimed to be anti) and it shook me up pretty bad but on twitter he was actively proship and roleplaying and retweeting everything from smut of kids to incest to both and now even possibly "loli" material, as well as being actively abusing and gaslighting most of the people he got close to and taking advantage of the fact most of us were survivors of abuse ourselves. he cheated on four (i think is the current count) people consecutively and even stole some of their identities and the identities of other people on twitter to try and validate himself in what he was doing as well as revenge for having the audacity to be another dabi roleplayer because he was freakishly possessive over being "THE" dabi fan and would flip his fucking lid if he thought you thought otherwise

which included what started the deep dive into his history. see, nobody wouldve found this shit if not for the fact he accused other roleplayers of being proship/outright pedophiles which was actually connected to when he realized that mouse (a hawks roleplayer) wasnt going to ship ONLY with his dabi and instead was also going to write ship material with another dabi-- and so he went on a rampage, smearing the entire circle of mutuals. in retaliation, they pointed this out, people began coming forward with stories, and his twitter got uncovered, up until then myers led me to believe he was being unfairly attacked by pedophiles and that it was all a conspiracy against him-- before then deleting his posts so all the posts i made in response looked fucking unhinged

@dermapyre said: he knows best about rather sloppy staple-jobs; and he doesn't even think Jin's is too bad. so, maybe, if he's here now t' begin with, nothing much to do, dabi can lean in; the other's mask half lifted, and then some.

no words, 'cause admittedly dabi simply doesn't have 'em; a kiss instead, lips meeting that uneven and rough scar, skin-tissue held in place by the same type'a dermal anchors he's usin', too. 

shared pain's said to be half the pain, yeah? his lips linger, too, with fingers on Jin's jawline.

    Whenever Dabi touches him, his heart races and he practically forgets how to breathe. His own hands are shaking, he wants to apologize when the other’s eyes are looking at the poorly stitched up gash {that seemed to only look worse as it healed over time}. He’s always overwhelmed when the fire user treats him so gently, but it’s a much nicer type of ‘overwhelmed’ than when his more negative emotions drown him. He sits still, not wanting to disturb whatever mission Dabi seems to be on-

    and when he feels their lips press against the scar atop his forehead, he’s resisting the urge to flinch back. That jagged scar, he hates it. the sign of his downfall and his past; he wants to admit that he feels unworthy of the gesture. Every time he accidently catches a glimpse of it, it makes him sick. It was such an ugly reminder of his failures and a part of him that he loathed, and here was someone who didn’t care about any of that, who seemed to UNDERSTAND. Jin had always found Dabi’s own scarring intriguing, beautiful in its own way, but his own...-

    He’s blushing now, face turning embarrassingly red. He tilts his head and leans into Dabi’s touch craving more of that soft affection. When he finds his voice, it’s barely audible and shaking with all of the emotions he’s suddenly feeling.

@dermapyre 

“Well if it isn’t the little firecracker. It’s good to see you alive still,” he speaks with amusement as this boy was the one that got away. Too damaged for even himself to do anything yet that is what made Dabi so fascinating to him. The man survived in spite of the doctor’s assertion that without medical aide would die but here he stood standing.

How can he not admire that? The perfect supervillain story it just too bad that he refuses to fully work with him. But who knows maybe they can at the least have a chat. This was his bar, imported from every other country just because if doing to make it seem like a normal one why not get the best. 

found, for him... its Takehiko. she, and that now very pretty ring on her finger. it's obvious, visible, shines in the sunlight, but he'd not make it topic yet; they'll have to be introduced, first, and after all things did not go as magically conform as society would deem them to be / want them to.

the setup was simple in the apartment they'd found for Fuu, with some expensive coffee and blue cornflowers she'd never have not enough of on her table. touya makes sure there's always a new bunch.

this time it's takehiko who gifts them to her, though, and it's him who introduces her as who she is; to him; to them both now, part of a family that stitched itself back together.

her fingertips remain, ever gentle, against delicate petals of a blossom in the process of opening. one more day, she figures, and it will be ready to show itself fully to the world -- tomorrow morning as she has the coffee so thoughtfully provided, fuusetsu imagines she'll be able to admire each and every petal the flower has to offer. she becomes aware of the relaxed smile that's upon her face as fingers fold beneath her chin, admiration & joy given to her by something so simple more than apparent. there's nobody to witness it, though. not yet. two mugs sit, waiting, upon the counter across from her. and perhaps the anticipation of their would-be holders' appearance gives life to her expression as well. touya's told her she's able to meet her now... takehiko. able to meet the girl ( woman ) who has captivated him so. she's not been over-eager in the matter, understands full well it's been easiest / most sensible for her to become settled in a location that's safe & quiet & away from the business of others' lives before she's able to know the one responsible for filling touya's heart. fuu knows the possibility of getting to know her before this point was a potential hazard, an attraction of unnecessary attention -- and so she's been patient. it's not been difficult, as her greatest priority is her beloved's safety & comfort. and by extension, that of his beloved's. so when the quiet knocks upon her door sounds, her heart leaps. she turns to look toward the narrow hallway that leads into her apartment, and holds her breath as she waits for the remainder. one more... two more. relief floods her veins as the pattern registers -- touya suggested it: a code so that she needn't even come close to the door if she's not expecting company -- and her breath thrums with happiness in her quiet exhale. the door is drawn back quick & quiet, and an extended arm offers what has become her home to her son & takehiko. she doesn't fuss with introductions & formalities yet / nor do they, instead she's quick to indicate where they may store their outdoor shoes & retrieve those for the house, thanks them for their respect before they even move to comply. fuusetsu dismisses herself politely, asks what their beverage of choice will be: touya elects for coffee, not even a heartbeat allowed to pass before he readily answers, but takehiko's is more hesitant. she can hear the quiet murmur of the other woman's voice in the genkan as she reaches her counter, and only picks up the bag of coffee to listen for a reply. the quiet thrum of touya is a reply to takehiko, and it's only then that she speaks up too and requests the same. after she puts the coffee on, closes the top over the new filter, fuusetsu turns to find takehiko & touya both standing in the sitting area. takehiko appears nervous: those brilliant eyes which had caught her attention in touya's picture were angled toward the ground overtop the mask she kept on her face, and the flowers she bore were clutched close to her body. all the same, fuu can see takehiko's conscious effort to not crush the lovely blooms. ( sweet girl... ) fuu's gaze softens the longer she looks at the other woman, and her subconscious lifts a hand to fall overtop her heart. there's so much she doesn't know about her... and what she does know, beyond that which touya's told her, feels like an invasion of her privacy. the girl from the hokkaido incident, and everything that followed. from that to now... all that's happened in her life, fuu's heart breaks to imagine it's more than just what was publicised in light of her trial. it breaks to recognize a lack of confidence in the other woman, born of so many different things she's endured 'til now. ( ...you're safe here. you don't need to be ashamed. please... ) with a blink of her eyes & touya's words, she finds takehiko bowing before her -- deep, respectful, genuine. fuu steps forward to close the distance, but surprise stops her short as something particular (sacred, really, a chosen union betwixt them). ( wife... )

the surprise evaporates into the warmest of smiles, pink flooding her cheeks as blood rushes / paints a blush upon pale skin. the ashen earth of her eyes seems to gleam with joy, and her heart feels as though it's accelerated five-fold. « oh, touya -- » her beam to him is one she'll not forget giving / likely one he'll always remember himself. « -- takehiko... » her eyes leave her son as she looks to the woman, and the distance she'd begun closing earlier at last is bridged. « please, you're welcome here. » fuu extends a hand forward into her line of sight, and takehiko returns to her proper posture almost immediately. « i'm overjoyed to meet you at last... touya has told me much about you, but i can only imagine there's so much more he could tell me and you could as well. » the other woman swallowed silently, her eyes flickering upward once before she finds it in herself to stay looking at fuu. the beam she's cast her angel softens into a gentle smile as she looks to his. loving. pure. reassuring. « what pictures he's shown me... they can't compare to now, i don't think. you're even more lovely in person... » some of the tension trapped in takehiko's shoulders seems to evaporate, and with such relief she's able to offer the gift she's carried this whole time, holds the bouquet out to fuu. it's then she's able to see the ring upon takehiko's finger: beautiful silver, untarnished & still obviously very new. fuusetsu feels her heart swim in her endearment, and it's all she can do to not cup takehiko's hand in her own. she lets her eyes wander to the flowers, notes orchids & geranium threaded together. perhaps takehiko had been the one to choose them? after her assessment's moment passes, fuu reaches forward to take the gift graciously, and she dares to rest her fingers gently against takehiko's & the ring upon them. « your gift is beautiful, too, takehiko. » she allows the intent of her words to sink in, and sees the flicker in takehiko's eyes when it does. ( touya is not the only person who thinks so. please, believe me. ). it's as she draws back, pulls the flowers to herself that she continues. « come... both of you. your coffee will be ready soon, so have a seat -- i would make for a remiss hostess if i let my daughter in-law stand her entire visit. »

ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ.

❝ Whatever happened, whatever you have done... you’re still family !  ❞

     “Oh? I spy the cremator himself. Why should I be so honored.”

 The ancient Overlord ghosted into the light like some haunting demon. As he did the lamp itself flickered, something right out of a B movie horror film. 

•\/•| Kingslayer, destroying castles in the sky—

Agonize longer.

We have no time and all the time in the world.

Listening to someone make sweet promises to the man he loves. A sick and twisting motion in his gut, as if it weren’t contorted enough to heaven that he wished for hell.

He stares wild eyes and violent at the interaction, a man supposed to be his father in place for the man he killed in. The hole in his heart is filled with spiders, ready to kill the next who tries him.

Tomura wants to sleep, he wants to dream, he wants to kill anyone who so much as touches him.

All-for-One walks over to attempt and pat the head of a certain fire user.

Shigaraki can still feel the parts of his master in his head. He never wants to have to feel them on his lovers skin so before they get the chance…

“Don’t Fucking touch him!”

Who does he hate? Who is he? What is this world anymore?

Of course he misses his mark and lands face first on the floor, a few feet closer to Dabi but angrier nonetheless.

Who the hell cares?

It isn’t like he listens to him, or cares anymore what he has to say. He needs to go too, but not Dabi…

Not him, anything but him.

As the room clears of everyone besides the symbol of fear, and Dabi. Shigaraki is left on the ground in his pained heap, breathing labored pulls over his muscled abdomen.

•|さあ時の扉を開けて行こうよ|•

“You’ll get whatever you want.”

A promise sweeter than whiskey shared by scarred lips, of smoke shared on the heated tang of metal.

“But you’re not allowed to die achieving it, that’s an order, Dabi.”

He knows it’s more of an order than he can bargain for, but he’s so angry; so angry it feels like he could destroy everything he lays upon with a simple blink.

But not yet.

The king wants to see euphoria, to see Touya dance again, victorious over their nightmares.

“You aren’t allowed to leave my side until I tell you.”

Half a lie, and yet he doesn’t care because he didn’t grab onto him before? He gave sultry gifts, and promises of grandeur. Things of this filthy rotten world he couldn’t care less about.

Finally his spine relaxes, there’s blood dripping down his nose and chin from his pounce earlier.

But his eyes look up to the man in question, wondering what he has to say about all of this. About these declarations from a dead man.

Tomura doesn’t know how long he stares, time seems to melt when he’s with him and he can agonize longer over their haunting blue eyes.

@dermapyre

— Forever you’re the apple of my eye | •\/•