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Freaky Elements

One day, the Hydrogen (H+) from the town named Thylakoid, when into the Calvin Cycle club and walked in.

Across the dance floor was an illustrious and cleanly dressed dancer named Carbon Dioxide (CO2). CO2 glided around the pole with ease, as if the pole was made of butter and oil.

H+ had a few too drinks by that point, watching the dancer like a spectacle. After CO2 was done, H+ approached like a moth to a flame. The curious element approached the dancer and hugged them so tight.

CO2 blushed and went willingly went to H+’s car.

In H+’s car, the dancer had been climbed on top of by H+. H+ began to softly put surely give little pecks to CO2 and kiss them until CO2 unzipped the fly of H+ to give soft little strokes.

A little while, the car began to shake a little as the car filled with loud sounds and pleasure. The dancer was in bliss as H+ made love to them.

Eventually, through many of H+’s work piled nights and CO2’s worrisome debts, CO2 went to H+ with a little baby in their hands after doing some digging.

With some back and forth and eventual compromise, they went on to coparent their child, glucose (C6H12O6).

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I’ve Enjoyed This House, But I Cannot. I Just Cannot…

(Kaveh leaves Sumeru behind. It’s a whole butterfly effect) 🌱🏛️

Clothes fly, decor rolls, and keepsakes settle. They all come to the same enclosure, boxes many boxes, so freeing but entrapping. But dear audience, you’ll know why.

-said Furina, who wanted to tell an tragedy tonight.

The story was set on a warm Sumeru night, laughter in Lambad’s Tavern; also gossip in Puspa Cafe. The scribe of the Akademiya was one hour later than he usually was. He had a made a great adversary of overtime, but it couldn’t be helped today since it was Jnagarbha Day once again. It wasn’t an ordinary day of just proposals and notes.

However, the days, months, and years after this day was going to never be like it used to be.

The rustling of cardboard could be heard from within. The scribe found many pouches of Mora on his living room table. He walked towards the noises of shuffling.

“What is this, Kaveh?” said the scribe. “Oh Alhaitham. I’m just gathering the rest of my belongings” Kaveh said. “I have your Mora and other people’s Mora. I..I want to make a change in my life, Sumeru is my home. However, I must make changes for myself. I’ll be setting off for…elsewhere after finishing one last commission at the Palace of Alcazarzaray.”

The silence was a deafening and pathetic display. Dear audience, you know of how crushing it was for the dear scribe. As you know what happens, for those who don’t I’ll enlighten you on these details. He had a burning love for his dear room buddy, but he was too afraid, inexperienced, and unwilling to show. I do not mock them, it’s just that the importance of your mouth is evident.

-Furina

Part 1 of ?

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Incubus! Imbibitor Lunae x Yingxing

Dan Feng traversed the mortal realm, looking for the sweet smell of lust in the late night. The aroma drew the creature closer to the outskirts of the town he approached, the smell became stronger and tastier. His tail coiled in pleasure as he smelled the most desirable smells to a incubus that could emit from humans, the lust of a virgin.

The monster loomed over the window of the house, watching the mortal play with himself while making soft, breathy gasps. Dan Feng inhaled slowly as he smelled the matching aroma, he revealed one of his tentacles and opened the window from the inside to let himself in quietly.

The mortal continued to pleasure himself as the creature crept in, he didn't realize it until the creature came and touched him with their hand.

Dan Feng stroked him tenderly and climbed into the bed. The mortal gasped at the sudden company, " w-who are you?"

"Ssssshhhhh... unnecessary...remain silent...with some exceptions...your lust has brought me here...I'm here to milk it to my favor..." the creature cooed in that smooth, lush voice. Tentacles emerged slowly from his back as they started to strip the mortal. The mortal watched as his robes came off his body, the cloth falling to the floor so slowly.

"Listen here, I am Imbibitor Lunae...my real name is Dan Feng...the only thing you will say tonight is my name...I know what your name is...dear Yingxing...and you've been chaste for too long..."

A gasp escaped the mortal and he was beyond flushed as the creature spoke to him, "my...my...it's like cherry blossoms are blooming from your face...that dusty pink on your face looks great on you." The creature had started to kiss the mortal's shaft, licking the juices that the mortal already leaked after his activities.

Yingxing's mouth was agape, before the creature slowly closed his mouth to rub his lip. More or less of a rendezvous in the eveningtide.

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Potential Concepts for Writing

Both humunoid/anthropomorphic and As is

Leviathans

Sirens

Kitsune

Dragons

Griffiths

Xiezhi

Nymphs

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Posting all potential aus

Mafia Donna! Kafka

FBI Agent! Dan Heng

Gunslinger Mafioso! Blade

Bartender! Jing Yuan

Muse! Jing Yuan

Witch! Himeko

Widowed! Welt

Incubus! Imbibitor Lunae

FBI Agent! Diluc

Bouncer! Kaeya

Mafia Donna! Yelan

Muse! Ayato

Muse! Ningguang

Conductor! Zhongli

Trumpeter! Childe

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Paint Me, Touch Me, Taste Me.

Muse! Jing Yuan x Painter! Reader

As a skilled painter, you had little inspiration for your paintings. The only inspiration you got was from your muse, you called him Yuan but his name was Jing Yuan. Your muse was playful, he was an interesting man. He often gave you interesting poses for you, he was probably interested in keeping his job just to be naked for you to paint.

Every stroke of your brush made you feel more invested in your muse.

You sometimes felt your muse sneak away from his position, he would take your arm and make you touch his chest and more inappropriate places. He told you it was "feeling art in its truest form," and he also told you that "you need to have art at all angles." He made you feel shy, he wasn't someone very closed-minded. You two were beyond mutual trust so it was ok.

Jing Yuan was mysterious, his personal life was a mystery to you. The vigor of a painter that had a good standing with your brand and style didn't care what the background was for a muse as long as they weren't a criminal or have any real stains on their record. A man who was keen on you feeling his body for your work was oddly poetic and intriguing for you.

You liked using vermillion and viridian as common tones for Jing Yuan, usually for the cloth or contours of his skin. The most time consuming was a painting of him with a sabre crushing a globe while holding a lighter.

At this point, you put down your palette and took a break out of being stumped for more ideas. The muse walked up to you with little sound apparent, coming up to you to give a soft kiss on your head. Though no words were spoken, you understood. His talk about "romance is strong in gestures," was coming through all the while. He'd been so mysterious and charming that you had figured out what he meant by the time he was now saying all that time.

"Take a break. Those passionate eyes seem so drowsy from staring and focusing, that artwork is true beauty...just like it's subject and creator." Jing Yuan spoke softly in a sultry tone. The man urged you to sit with him, on him, while he sat in the chair. Seeing the chance right there, you took it. He immediately lifted your chin to examine your face. "Hmm, a shade of baby pink is your natural blush, your eyes have a thin chrome pattern like a circular ruler, and your lips a perfect dewy nude. Very nice of the heavens to sculpt and breathe life into a face like this..." He whispered and then kissed you while rubbing your thigh.

"Tasty, as if a tea was coated naturally on your lips. Oh my star, all you need to do is get a hands on experience. I have seen you wanting to be more romantic in your paintings, just trust in me and you will get some inspiration." He rubbed your thigh and kissed you with passion slowly in between some mutters. "Lemon...ultramarine...florescent...jade..." The sweetness of his tongue made you think, new shades, angles, props, and more.

However, your paintbrush wouldn't be picked up until the next morning...but your legs were coated white, but not with paint but it was a work of passion.

Nsfw : you've been warned :3

Jing Yuan started with little kisses to your neck after that kiss. He took you out of your art studio and threw you onto the couch. Jing Yuan had been quite rough, yet he was soft in many ways like those whispers to you. "I'm going to be the painter now sweet dear, I'll paint your thighs and maybe your walls white like loose samples dripping off a canvas after the first stroke." Jing Yuan whispered those sweet nothings so softly while practically yanking your pants and underwear off.

"Prepare yourself, I'll be soft with the first strokes but they'll become more...per say...detailed...." Jing Yuan's nature was a fluctuating string of ideas to say. As he slid himself in he kept to his word for only three "strokes" before starting to go at a ravenous pace with few inconsistent rhythms to keep you on edge. The rhythms would be like an accelerated heartbeat to like pulling a wire that ricochets slighty to like a car horn in a parking lot.

This tactics were used by him moving youvand himself constantly, the breathless moans from you were unending as Jing Yuan kept up what he did so sweetly. As precum rolled down his thigh, the rhythms became sloppily as he pushed you into the couch before your juices came out on him. He firmly pressed against you as his trobbing member had painted your walls white.

You were his muse just as much as he was yours.

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I like hanahaki disease scenarios due to how interesting the concept is.

BUT GODDAMMIT STOP MAKING ME CRY

What Can One Do With These Petals?..

Alhaitham x & Reader angst.

Where Alhaitham gets the hanahaki disease, due to the unrequited love with you.

Hanahaki Disease (The term hanahaki comes from the Japanese words hana (花), which means "flower", and hakimasu (吐きます), which means "to throw up".) is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

And Alhaitham doesn't want his feelings for you to disappear.

Enjoy reading this! :D

"It hurts.. I can't breathe.. It feels like the Gods are punishing me.."

You don't know why, but you have found more interest in Kaveh more than Alhaitham. Even though Alhaitham was your first friend when you first arrived Sumeru..

You were in love with Kaveh, but had always been too afraid to admit it. You were too caught up in trying to impress Kaveh that you almost didn't notice the fact Alhaitham has been trying to get your attention. And most importantly, your love.

The hanahaki disease was cruel indeed, his lungs burning and his throat raw. He loved you a lot, he had loved you for so long, but he had never dared to confess his feelings, fear of rejection and humiliation holding him back.

One day, while you were talking with Alhaitham, you noticed a strange cough in Alhaitham's voice. You thought nothing of it at first, but over the course of a few days, you realized that something was seriously wrong.

Alhaitham was coughing more and more, and his voice had become softer and weaker. You had urged him to see a doctor, but he was too stubborn to let you know he had the hanahaki disease. He didn't want you knowing he loves you..

"I'm fine, it's just a-" Cough. "Simple cough. It'll go awa-" Cough, cough. "..Away eventually."

"You're coughing way too much Alhaitham! I'm worried about you..!"

"Then stop worrying about me.." Cough, cough, cough.

It was a cruel twist of fate that he had fallen in love with the very person who could never love him back. And even crueler that he would soon be gone, leaving behind the one he loved most.

It has now been weeks since Alhaitham first felt the stabbing pain in his throat whenever he thought of you. The pain would grow more intense with each passing day, but it was always present, a constant reminder of the love he felt for you..

As the hanahaki disease continued to consume him, Alhaitham's mood grew darker and darker. He found himself pulling away from you, his usual personality dulled even more by the constant pain and his growing jealousy of Kaveh.

Despite the pain he felt, Alhaitham couldn't bring himself to tell you how he felt. But being too stubborn, he kept his feelings hidden, pretending that everything was fine.

But as time went on, the flower in Alhaitham's lungs and throat grew bigger and bigger, a constant reminder of the love he felt. The pain became almost unbearable, and he found himself longing for your touch, your laughter, and your smile.

One night, Alhaitham went out. As the night wore on, his throat grew sore and his chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe. He leaned over a railing, the pain in his chest so intense that he could barely breathe.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he had the strength to go on. But then, a familiar voice called out to him, "Alhaitham, what are you doing?"

He turned to see you, you had followed him out. He looked concerned, his eyes filled with sympathy. Alhaitham forced back his tears, trying to hide the pain in his chest and throat. But you knew him too well, and you could see the pain in Alhaitham's eyes.

"I'm fine, (name)," he said, forcing a smile. "Just needed some fresh air."

You nodded, reaching out to touch Alhaitham's shoulder. "If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

Alhaitham nodded, feeling grateful for your friendship. He knew that you care for him deeply, but the pain in his chest reminded him that it was not the same type of care that he feels for you. You walked away, and it makes him think. That you could just so easily walk out of his life like that.

Alhaitham's chest heaving with the effort of breathing. The hanahaki disease had taken its toll on him, his lungs burning and his throat raw, the flowers in his chest blooming and getting coughed out by Alhaitham, hurt him. But no amount of pain can hurt him more than knowing you can never love him, or even think about him in a romantic way. He was going to die, and the only reason he was is because the person whom he wants to spend eternity with, doesn't love him back. So simple, yet so tragic, isn't it?

Alhaitham went back home, but he was struggling to walk, and most importantly, he was struggling to breathe. Alhaitham opened the door and he immediately collapsed to the ground. As Alhaitham collapsed to the ground, you rushed to his side. Alhaitham's coughing became more frequent, his lungs struggling to pull in the air he needed.

"Alhaitham! Are you okay?!" You rested his head on your lap, and caressed his face. You felt his hot tears run down his cheeks onto your hands.

"I-I.." Alhaitham said weakly. Continuing to cough up flowers that were the color of your eyes.

"I what..? What's wrong Alhaitham..?" You had a concerned look on your face. "Why are you coughing up flowers?!"

"I'm dying... A-And I just wante-" Cough, cough. "..Wanted to let you know..."

"What is it Alhaitham? Please... Tell me..!" You were panicking, you didn't know what to do but call a doctor. But everyone's asleep... You didn't know if a doctor was awake at this time or not.

"I have a disease..." He continues to speak weakly, and quietly. He puts his hand on yours as you caress his face. What a peaceful and sweet way for him to go into a deep, deep sleep. "And I-I.." Cough, cough, cough. Alhaitham's chest heaved, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I love you," he whispered, his voice growing ever weaker. "I love you so much."

Your heart shattered at the words, the pain of Alhaitham's unreturned love now a physical weight and pain in his chest. "You'll always be the one I loved most. Don't forget that." he whispered, your tears now falling onto Alhaitham's chest as you're now holding his hand tightly.

And so, he lays in silence on your lap, his chest heavy with regret and his heart breaking with each passing moment. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer, that the disease was consuming him at an alarming rate, but he couldn't bring himself to let go.

"I.. I love you too.." You finally replied to what Alhaitham said. But Alhaitham shook his head, his heart breaking all over again. "No, you don't understand," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "You don't love me in the way that I need to be loved."

"I'm sorry, Alhaitham.. Just please stay a little longer... Don't go, don't leave just yet..." You start to sob even more. You'll miss Alhaitham a lot, you thought you were so dumb for not noticing his feelings for you. And now, here you and him have to pay the price.

A faint smile played at his lips. "I have to," he said softly. "But I'll always be with you. In your heart and in your memories." Alhaitham continued to smile at you. His smile was so sweet and genuine.

You sobbed even harder, your heart breaking into a million pieces as you watch Alhaitham take his last breath. The hanahaki disease had taken him for forever, but his memory and the guilt would live on in your heart forever.

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A Cure Had Not Come

Alhaitham had no idea who was his father and who was in his family. Aaru Village was his "home" even though he was from the region of the Hypostyle Desert. Deshret would have never been able to give his son the life that would bring his son to a new Era, a better Era.

Teyvat had taken the king, the prince was unknowingly saved but put in a crossfire of a struggling identity. A time for a new life to arise came too late. How can an awakening of desert glory be so far and gone.

Alhaitham is an inquisitive boy, he barely grew or physically aged. He knew so much but people though of him as a naïve boy. Eventually he left the peace of Aaru Village, a prince with no kingdom is of no use.

Wandering to the forests of Ardravi Valley, it is essential to him to scale the terrain and commit it to memory. A small lifeform with a purpose in his mind and a beat to in his soul. Better than nothing when you've lost utmost everything.

Beating the drum in his heart with his interest piqued. Rhymes of droplets running down his body, and the aranara company of his dreams kept his body in pursuit of knowing the boundaries he could push with his surroundings.

Alhaitham, son of ancient sands, honor your this nation for it is a phoenix before rebirth.

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The One Before Me Is Honored, Not I

A worshipper of the fallen king had found an infant, almost to be buried in the grains of the sand.

Sand can bury anything and everything, and you can drown in the sand as if it were water. It's thick and more cruel than any violent storm out on sea, and dying in the massive waves to drown is better than mounds of sand building up on you. Each grain mixed with swirling winds pelts your eyes and finds a way to clog your throat while frantically trying to get out of the sandstorm's wrath. The heat overwhelms your body, and fatigue is omnipresent as well in the hot environment.

Did the king try to leave a sign?

Perplexed was far from the truth. The person who stumbled upon this child was suspicious considering the state of the house. There was a painting of King Deshret on the floor, a goblet made of desert stones, and a bag with other items. With close inspection of the painting, theories came to the follower. Deshret's eyes matched the boy in the cradle, and so did his skin. He eventually doubted it, but he had it in the back of his mind until he acted on it.

He shouted to his fellowmen that he found a child in an abandoned home, that it may be a "continuation of the king's legacy." Many doubted him due to the thought the king would remain unwed and childless since he was a god himself and had no need for an heir. Much responsibility would be put on a child's shoulders, and they couldn't teach him about how to be a god. Soon, the whole crowd had agreed that the child would have been announced to them as another god among the people, and he mother would have been a devout follower or another god that the public would have already been in the know of. They gave the child to someone closer to the forests of Sumeru, the child would be taken care of in Aaru Village.

One house, unknown home

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Lineage Isn't My Cup of Tea Masterlist

Alhaitham has many things about himself he keeps secret, one of them is his direct relation to the Scarlet King. He soon will see the importance of the strength he hides and how he should honor it. Finding the true meaning of his would-be title, "Alhaitham, Firstborn of the King Deshret," impacts his morale and mood towards the life he lives in the modern days of Sumeru. All the books in the world can't answer the coming of his birth and purpose before the death of his mother and father.

TL;DR: Alhaitham has mini identity crises because his parents died a long long time ago.

(Enjoy the story, ciao)

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UBD-V : Governing and Suffering

In the Underbound, Divison V is the pinnacle of the underground world. This division maybe the most known and populated, but is notorious for its political monopoly over other divisions. The puppet strings were secure on the government for them, continously making the Underbound into the perfect mold of their version of a utopia. However their monopoly over the government was eventually fell.

The leaders were prone to be corrupt, money had more aroma than the most exquisite dish. From the beginning, they brushed off the problems of its people making less than they demanded. There was an outbreak of a fungi infestation. Fungi infestation meant bugs, that looked like praying mantis, that had a disease carried in mushroom spores on their bodies. The leaders were looking at a chance to make money, even though they had so much, they took them and made ornaments of their mushrooms. The leaders didn't do a check on them and they accidentally caused an entire epidemic. The mushrooms emitted the disease called," Spore Puncture," and it would cause a putrid smell that caused people to have bacteria grow inside them in the form of pimple-like spots; the bacteria was inside making people unable to breathe and made them violently cough.The disease had lasted for about fifty years, the people didn't find a cure since barely anyone could come together to find the cause of it for the first ten years.

Divison V suffered through the epidemic. Eventually, they found a cure, and it went away gradually. The Underbound worked like a royal heritage at first, but now they have democracy so no one can have someone in the government for a long time. Soon, every Divison had a democracy as their government. The Divisons have no national leader, no president, no king, no emperor, and no prime minister. They ruled among their own lands, and monopoly can't ensue in the government if there is no group or person running for absolute power of the Underbound.

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UBD-V: Beginning

This is a beginning story, idk where this might go.

UBD-V stands for Underbound Divison 5

The entire world name is Erohimn

Vulnerable Plains

This land is a healthy plain waiting to be inhabited by people from neighboring cities. There is a war that takes place instead, since the world is in chaos from this one war that takes place in the giant plains.

Nations/Areas

Arc Marani

Port Chourusa

Gutsa "Lost City-State"

Coros Barret

Parr Empress

The Birth of a Underground Dystopia

The Underbound is created due to some nuclear explosions and mixes of chemicals damaging the Plains there. In all of the nations and the Underbound refer to the Plains before it was destroyed as the "Vulnerable Plains," due to the fact it was beautiful, had fertile soil, and almost immediately obliterated by the almost "Big Bang" explosion. However, the explosion didn't just damage the field it made a big hole in the world. (Like if you took the earth and cut far enough into the outer core and scoop it out, that is the Underbound in a nutshell. But it's not Earth it's Erohimn)

The Underbound had killed most of the soldiers, or so the people thought. What actually happened was the people's bodies and remains mixed into the chemicals and created very exotic plants. The exotic plants consist of fruit, vegetables, flowers, catci, trees, and other types of plants.

The Star of the Underbound

In the Underbound there is a quote-on-quote sun in there. However it came in the form of a tree and it's in the Underbound's capital. The tree is called "Dux," it was created from a very burly man and a mass chemical area. It's branches are alive and it moves them slowly after the clock parallel to it strikes 8 pm to institute it is night, and slowly moves it back at 5 am to institute it is day; this cycle repeats every since day.

Underbound Divisons

There are nine divisions, the nine divisions are inhabited by the descendants of the few surviving people of the explosion in the war. By the time anyone woke up their dead friends/comrades had been already become plants. The divisons have a train station that runs through all the divisions. Naturally the divisions get more advanced over time, and the people down in the Underbound are adapted to the off and on temperatures and the truth of them being stuck in the divisions.

Underbound and the People Above

The people use the hole created as an execution spot and the main dump for majorly dangerous stuff. The objects usually hit a vinebed that tangles into the objects. The convicts usually enter into the Underbound and think it is a "hell" so they go mad thinking they have entered into there to suffer forever. People of the Underbound are unaware of the huge hole near them since the vinebed is so thick. People above the hole are usually warned about the hole and are afraid to study it.

UBD-V

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Lineage Isn't My Cup of Tea

Alhaitham is a descendant of the Scarlet King, he never knew his father besides the many stories. Hundreds of years have gone by and still unknown to the followers of his father and the researchers in the Akademiya of his origins. Alhaitham lost interest in his own origins and barely looks back into his father's life.

(Maybe not the best song but it came to my mind)

Before the Archon War, Rukkhadevata, the Goddess of Flowers, and the Scarlet King had lived peacefully in Sumeru. King Deseret had the people of the desert as his followers. There was a rumor of an unknown divine being who met with the Scarlet King, people never talked about it openly, they spoke of how if he ever revealed this person they too would be revered.

King Deseret kept the divine woman a secret, he wanted her to have a peaceful life while having a relationship with her. Often she gave him her time whenever she could, him being overly bored, often appreciated her effort in their limited times to meet.

However these good times would not last.

When forbidden knowledge brought forth the violet sandstorms and breakouts of Eleazar, the Scarlet King, his majesty, made a sacrifice to his people for the mistakes he made discovering this dangerous piece of knowledge. The divine being also succumbed to the effects of forbidden knowledge, she was gone and nother fatality counted in the Eleazar Hospital.

What lay in a crib was an undisturbed infant. Cradled in a small blanket, resting while the sands blow.

Not any older than a few weeks, no mother or father to be by his side. The child was a boy and his crib had his name carved into it, the inscription read "Alhaitham." A newborn alone in the world to soon be lost to time.

The followers of the Scarlet King mourned him, paying respect to their god to venerate him. A follower of him looked into the homes of the deceased to collect their belongings and distribute it to their families. They came across a strange house, almost deserted in the sand dunes, they checked out the structure for anything of the sort. All they found was a trembling boy, almost 10 months old, biting down on his index finger in the darkness and clutching his blanket. Rushing to the crib they saw the little boy, cupped his cheek, and looked down to see the carving on the dusty cradle.

Brushing off the dust he read aloud, "Alhaitham?"

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mr compress:

he is my angsty son who burned himself severely.

dabi: I AINT UR SON (from upstairs)

mr compress: he'll adjust finely I'm making ramen with a side of chicken nuggets for him now

[Later]

dabi: I'll accept only bc you gave me ramen that's spicy and seasoned the chicken nuggets with the same spice

dabi decided he wanted to be mr compress's son

dabi outside endeavor's house: **I WANNA K!LL MY MOM, I WANNA K!LL MY DAD**

Based off this image

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dio really went "bling bling b*tch"

For Lawyer Dio: why not both. Make him wear the tightest slacks known to man just to show off the goods. His shirt is 2/3, if not fully, unbuttoned. He only goes to court if his makeup is complete. He wears the flashiest accessories purely to peacock (and piss Fugo off even more). He has different heels for every case. His blazer is bedazzled. His belt buckle practically blinds everyone. His tie game rivals Fugo. Dio will only follow dress code the day Fugo wears hole-less clothes

EXACTLY YOU GET IT!!! his mission is to cast psychic damage every time someone looks at him