Real

he is so real

“Distant relative”? I assume you are referring to my father?

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𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓:

Dabi picking up your pieces and taking your hand as you’re laying on the bed because feelings have been too heavy today. He picks you up and helps you get dressed up and takes you to a car ride while blasting music in the background. He drives to your special spot, so that you can both look at the sky full of stars and the bright moonlight. He hugs you from behind and he takes your hand to point at the stars “When feelings are too hard to handle, I look at the stars and the moon because they remind me of you. No matter how much darkness and emptiness you feel inside, you exist and shine so bright that you brighten up everything and everyone around you.“ “But I’m in a horrible state right now, I doubt I can shine.” “Wrong. You’re tearing up and the spark in your eyes is much visible.” “But it’s because I’m crying.” “Tears are shiny, look at the stars …they look like glitters and glitters are sparkly. You love stars so much, right? So do I. Your tears are sparkly and they are precious, like the glittery stars in the sky.” “I love every tiny piece of you, I’ll be with you so that you can dance with me under the moonlight forever.”

LOL HI havent been active here lately

"If it was... so simple a thing, then why? Why not sooner?"

when i tell u i cried

opabsolutely enamored with dabi begrudgingly having to accommodate softness. like yeah, he's been buying less cigs bc while he does want to get you addicted to kissing him, he doesn't want you to deal w the consequences of smoking, you now regularly taste cheap mints when you lean in for a peck, & if you smoke already he's always stealing ur cigs. you walk out to greet him & see him either out of the window or through the peephole; brushing off his jacket & trying to fix his hair in the reflection of the door handle, immediately straightening up when you walk outside. dabi, calling you stupid for buying him flowers & saying it was unnecessary but like, he's hiding his embarrassed face behind the bouquet of violets (you said they were his colour) & finding some old jug to put them in when he gets back. places them on his bedroom windowsill & wonders how you could see such nice flowers from any aspect of himself. dabi, who knows that you don't get to be who he is & have good things & people happen to you & like, if he oversteps & accepts such care it'll like jinx it & the universe will make you explode or some shit. he deadpans when you let him sleepover & you insist on getting him blankets & you're shoving some stuffed toy next to him before turning off the light, he promptly throws it over his shoulder in annoyance, several seconds pass, & he's sighing as he gets up to collect it again. dabi, who absolutely doesn't get what you see in him at all, he's actively suicidal & has nothing to give you. dabi, who doesn't understand the concept of softness without punishment, yet can't seem to be able to be cruel to you. dabi, who contemplates burning you alive the first time you hold him, but doesn't. who paces around your room at night, staring at you sleeping, thinking about how easily someone can take you away. thinking about how stupid you are for associating with him, thinking about how stupid he is for not killing you. wondering about how he's been allowed this strange innocent romance that's the polar opposite of who he is & what he embodies. dabi, who yearns for your approval & praise like some angry ex fighting dog, who stands as still as the statues of icons he's toppled while you rub his shoulders. dabi, who continously distances himself but always ends up back at your doorstep somehow, even as his skin gets worse. who curiously & cautiously dances around the question of whether or not you think he's still handsome when he's basically just a walking corpse. dabi, who feels like shit about the way he makes you worry about him & the way he treats you but it's the only way he knows how to act, he wonders why he can't just be the person you must see him as. dabi, who is a sucker for your long goodbye kisses bc you dont know if he's going to return alive. dabi, who is much better at falling asleep while hugging your hoodies than he is in a bed. dabi, who can't accept many of the meals you give him because years of homelessness just means proper food makes him sick, yet he still tries to shove as many of your pancakes in his face as possible, not caring how he's hunched over the toilet hours later. dabi, who asks toga what someone like you would like for their birthday, he doesn't own a smart phone or even a calendar but it doesn't matter bc he's counting down the days. dabi, who goes to your home in the dead of night & makes excuses but really, it's because he was thinking too hard, & he breaks your heater deliberately & insists you hug for warmth. dabi, who sees snippets of romance movies toga watches & wonders whether you'd like to be treated like that, but instead you got saddled with him. dabi, who is being torn apart at the seams at the idea of actually living in such a ragged state, laughing at the fact that his purpose for being had such a simple answer this entire time while he was busy ruining himself through the complexities of past abuse, terrorism, & murder for some grand theatrical reason to die. it's the answer that means he would've lived... if he only knew you a long time ago, bc it's too late now.

dabi, who lets you pull him away from the fighting & scheming to rest inside a minute or two together. dabi, who thinks that maybe a purpose doesn't need to last a lifetime, at this point, having known you, he'd be happy with it lasting just one more day... but that wouldn't be fair to you, you deserve a nice house with a dog & some children & normalcy. dabi, who thinks it takes a real masochist to love someone who refuses to live a life with you. dabi, who lit your rug on fire after you jumped out at him to jokingly surprise him, too on edge to allow himself to relax, who gets mad with himself & sits outside like he's punishing a child & repeats to himself that this type of shit is the exact reason why none of this will ever work. dabi, who lets you adjust his tie before he has to go to some formal event for his villainous work, who mumbles how it almost looks like he's dressed for a wedding while staring directly at you. after a swift kiss is left on his cheek & he's wished good luck, the smoke consuming his insides suffocates the butterflies in his stomach before they even have a chance to hatch as he tears his gaze away. dabi, whose eyes bulge out of his skull when toga enters & asks if you two have been "kiissssingggg" in a drawn out, giggly voice as he grunts at her. dabi, who used to sleep facing the door, completely tense, but now sleeps against the wall with his limbs wrapped around you, refusing to let you go. dabi, who keeps telling you that you can't keep loving someone who is already dead & laughs that it will never work & that you're very stupid for hanging around him, while you just roll your eyes before hugging him, saying that you'd be fine with just one more day with him. dabi, who finds himself agreeing, he's always agreed, & if being hurt is what you want, it's what he does best. dabi, who gradually returns the hug. DABI!

i need dabi to fuck me

he’s such a red flag. i want him.

Happy Father’s Day to maybe the worst dads of all time

Not my art I don’t take credit but I just wanted to say THANK YOU WHOEVER MADE THIS MASTERPIECE I NEEEEED HIM🧎‍♀️