airanke - Tumblr blog

[airanke]

Silent Hill AU for April's Dabi x Abiteth 💙💙

In this AU, Dabi goes with his family on a vacation to Silent Hill, where they all have to face their personal demons - but in Dabi's case, he has to accept that he played a role in Twice's death. He can't vehemently place all of the blame on Hawks forever, as much as he wants to, and especially because Hawks is the one who pulled the trigger, and if he doesn't accept his role, well, Silent Hill is going to keep him forever.

Abiteth is a helpful entity to him, only appearing in the Other World, or in the reflections of mirrors. She offers helpful advice, comfort, and keeps an entity that represents Hawks from hurting Dabi, sometimes at the cost of herself (very Abiteth behavior). She also lures away entities that represent other members of the League, but Dabi will have to fight them all throughout his journey.

Dabi's most useful tool - apart from being a pipe and a gun (and of course a flashlight) - is a small handheld mirror.

He gets attached to Abiteth and worries about what will happen to Abiteth when he accepts what he's done. Abiteth tells him that she will find him again.

In a game setting, whether or not Dabi is reunited with Abiteth would naturally depend on the choices he (or rather, the player) makes throughout the story!

Of course in the end, Dabi will accept his role, and when he returns to Japan, he meets Abiteth (I debate on whether or not she would actually remember him, but that ties into my decision on if she is actually FROM the Other World, or if she was a new friend he had made before the trip and the her he meets in Silent Hill is just him projecting!! Haven't decided yet).

The other Todoroki go through their own hells, but I won't get into that here.

[airanke]

toska

Dabi x gn!reader

Warnings: soft Dabi, reader is a bit rude to Dabi in the beginning, discussions of love and how it's supposed to feel (both explanations are negative), indecisive reader, unambitious reader, talk of body hatred, and oh my god if you feel the way this reader feels I am so so so SO sorry and I hope that one day you and I can heal ; _ ; (I tried to keep Reader's body type unspecified)

toska - (roughly) a dul ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish; also, "Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness".

Unbeta'd I ride at dawn--- this started somewhere and then ended somewhere else entirely and I'm sorry.

A flame-bitten finger traces along imperfect skin - skin that shivers beneath the touch, goosebumps pebbling in the wake.

The sensation worsens when that burning hand plucks petals from a nearby flower, all blues and purples with a splash of white, and traps the supple material between a hot palm and a cool arm.

Blue eyes flicker with interest, a flash of white heat singing the petals and the near invisible hairs on your forearm. A stream of smoke rises up from beneath his palm, long fingers wrapping around your arm when you try to jerk the appendage away on reflex.

Dabi thinks your scowl is funny - he must, given that he chuckles when you narrow your eyes at him. You don’t waste your time trying to pull your arm out of his grasp. You’ve come to know that it is better for you to accept whatever new burn you’re going to have when he finally decides to let you go than fight with him and have him tighten his grasp.

“Just because you have dead pain receptors doesn't mean I do.”

The small smile on his face is whisked away by a neutral line, his grip on your arm loosening enough for you to yank it back to your person. All that meets your gaze when you inspect your skin is a red blotch, earning Dabi a sigh. You brace your hand against the stone beneath where you sit, staring listlessly toward the city below. He’d insisted that you come up to this roof with him nearly an hour ago.

He sets his hand on your thigh, ripped up flower petals fluttering around as he repeats the action, this time with the petals, and the fabric as a barrier between the brutal flash of his quirk and your flesh. You poke gently at the skin between his knuckles, tentatively touching the staples. Your fingers twitch away from the metal, scorching hot just from the small puffs of flame he let out from his palms.

“What does it feel like?”

“Like running through the snow and jumping in a hot tub.”

Dabi snorts, shaking his head while he rubs his hand slowly up and down your thigh, “right.”

“So hot that it feels cold, like leaving my hand in cold water and then putting it in a bowl of hot water. It stings and makes me think my skin is melting off my bones, at the same time as it feels like my skin is freezing and becoming brittle.”

He nods his head, his hand lifting from your thigh to touch your chest, “that’s not what I’m askin’. What does it feel like?”

“What does what feel like, fire boy?”

“Being in love.”

You peer at him closely, trying to gauge why he’s asking - or, furthermore, why he thinks that you’re in love. You’ve always wondered if you say ‘I love you’ to people because you mean it, or because they said it to you first.

But, at the same time, you can’t be sure that you don’t feel love. You don’t know what it really feels like - at least, not in the way that it's been shown in television or movies or described in books and poems.

“It feels empty.”

Dabi’s stare is weighted, resting heavily on your body.

“It feels like a dull ache, like there’s a hole in my chest that nothing will fill. It feels like losing someone important, wishing you could have them back but knowing that it’s not possible. There’s an anguish there, so deep that I can’t do anything about it, so yeah. It feels empty. It doesn’t feel real. It’s painful.”

Part of you is not surprised when Dabi pulls his hand away from you, but it dawns on you, as your heart sinks into your stomach, that he must have been asking because he thought you were in love with him.

“... what does it feel like to you?”

“Like I wanna’ hurt you. I don’t understand it, can’t comprehend it, and I want to hurt you. It’s an itch I can’t get rid of, a disgusting insect in the back of my head gnawing away at my thoughts and I despise it, and I want it to stop,” his hand returns to your thigh, and he scoots closer, one leg dangling over the edge you’re both sitting on, “can I hurt you?”

“No.”

His huff is so incredulous it causes a puff of laughter to escape you.

“That was so fuckin’ instantaneous.”

“I don’t enjoy pain.”

“What if I let you hurt me too?”

“But you can’t really feel pain anymore, D, and that means that I could potentially really hurt you and neither of us would be aware.”

“But it would be fair. I get to hurt you because I loathe how you make me feel, and you get to fill your emptiness with pain.”

“I don’t follow your logic, but I appreciate that you’re trying.”

“Unless you wanna’ fill your emptiness with somethin’ less painful?” he mutters, leaning toward you.

You go rigid, shoulders bunching up. His lips - uneven and unnatural - scrape along your neck, sending a violent shiver down your spine as your body jumps beneath the affection. He sighs through his nose, the rush of warm air eliciting a similar reaction.

“Do you like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?” he scoffs, moving closer despite his indignation. You have half a mind to slap his hand off your thigh.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to react,” you turn your head to the side when Dabi decides to bury his face in your neck, tongue and teeth moving over your skin. It makes you uncomfortable. It makes you anxious. You can’t be sure the butterflies are actually a good thing as they flutter their wings throughout your stomach and chest.

It feels foreign and unnatural and you’re not sure why he insists on kissing your neck the way he is.

At the same time, you don’t do anything to stop him. Part of you hopes you can just breathe through it. Maybe…

Your anxiety grows when his strong fingers dig into your thigh, pulling at your flesh.

It takes a moment for you to work up the courage to discourage Dabi from continuing, his curious mouth moving up your neck toward your cheek. He leans back, expression unreadable save for the irritated twitch in his lip.

“You know I’m impatient,” his voice is low. Dejected. His frustration digs bruises into your thigh, and despite the pain, and the fact that you told him you don’t enjoy pain, you let him. It is better than reminding him that he’s a villain and if he’s going to be so impatient, then he should just take what he wants from you.

Dabi has always seemed to want you to be willing, rather than despondent.

“Nothing to say to that?”

You shrug, your leg jerking under his hand when he digs his fingers into it again. Words escape you until Dabi moves his hand off your leg and sighs heavily.

“This is never gonna’ go anywhere, is it?”

“No.”

“And I thought I was the villain.”

“In label only, D. You also deserve someone who knows what they want - both in life and a relationship. I can’t give you either of those things,” you shrug, the lights of the city blurring together, “unlike you, I have no ambitions. I have no purpose. I simply exist. I don’t know what I want, and haven’t known for years.”

He fishes his cigarettes out of the pocket of your sweatshirt and lights one up with a blue flicker, his movements harsh.

“So you used to know.”

“Yeah. I used to think I wanted a relationship. I used to be pretty enough to be in one.”

Dabi grumbles something under his breath, glaring at you. You tilt your head to the side, sighing through your nose, “you’re prettier than me, D.”

“Yeah? Tell me how that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t,” you mutter, surprised that he’s stayed as close to you as he has. He’s been surprisingly patient with you, “but I’ve stopped trying to make sense of it, y’know? It’s all fine and dandy until I remember I’m part of the equation. Everything about me is ugly, especially my body. I wouldn’t like it even if I was thinner - or bigger. It’s me, so it’s ugly.”

“But you think other people who share your attributes are beautiful, doll,” Dabi leans his forehead against your shoulder, “why can’t you think that about yourself?”

You suck in your cheeks, looking at him sheepishly when he raises his head.

“... you were gonna’ say that phrase, weren’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“And you didn’t because…?”

“Because I think I’ve said it enough for one night, and you’re probably sick of hearing it. So. Um. Reasons.”

“Mm-hm. Reasons?”

“Yeah. The best. Logical. Make perfect sense reasons - definitely not illogical, or contradictory reasons!”

And to your surprise, Dabi chuckles, shaking his head as he inclines it to your shoulder again. Maybe it is nice for him to hear you try to be funny about something that is objectively not funny - or maybe he appreciates that you are already aware that your reasoning is illogical.

“Next time we should talk about something else.”

“But what if talking to me about how much you hate yourself makes y’feel better?” he counters softly, lifting his head from your shoulder to toss his cigarette away. You glance at his lips only to quickly look away when you realize he caught you.

“Isn’t that too much weight for you?” you ask just as softly. Thankfully, he knows what you mean: by comparison, your body is fine. Your body is normal.

His no longer is.

“But I understand - don’t argue with me.”

“Okay.”

“Saw you lookin’.”

You hum.

“So do it.”

You glance at him again, brows narrowing back, and your stare drifts to his lips, then back up to his eyes. He nods his head a little in encouragement.

All you can muster is to kiss him on the corner of his mouth. You let it linger, let yourself feel it, and then you pull away. Dabi brings your head to his collar, though, making you lean against him

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You laugh airily, closing your eyes.

“It wasn’t.”

[airanke]

OW OW OW OW OW.

:' >

Hahahahahahahahahaha

This is hitting me so much harder all of the sudden, with the deaths of my maternal grandparents, and with how I've been feeling today.

Ow.

[airanke]

This is hitting me so much harder all of the sudden, with the deaths of my maternal grandparents, and with how I've been feeling today.

Ow.

[airanke]

omega level threat

[airanke]

Character design progression 🤣🤣🤣

These two are for a Pokemon group! Dillan (a Solrock), and Midge (a Trapinch). I'm gonna be sad when Midge evolves because while I adore Flygon, I love Midge's color scheme as a Trapinch. (Dillan's outfit also comes in all black, however I felt that it didn't read as well as a Solrock in the all black... unless it gets a pass by the admins!)

[airanke]

hell of a good time - Haiden Henderson

Pink Blue (Remix) - Tsumyoki, Connor Price

Agora Hills - Doja Cat

PUMP - 2KE, DRXVXN

I'll Do It (Sped Up Version) - Heidi Montag

Legends - Calli Boom, GAco

6 random songs from my 'On Repeat' Playlist

1. aerials - system of a down

2. hypnosis - sleep token

3. climbing up the walls - viscera

4. the jester's dance - in flames

5. cirice - ghost

6. how i fall apart - currents

tagged by @iite-cool (well vi tagged my main but i use this blog more LMAO) // no pressure tags: @whats-belay @stargirlrchive @oddityinthesky @tomiesdiet @dmitriene <33 mwah i love u all !!!

[airanke]

👻 - literally me naming the region after Dark Souls because it "is both beautiful and very dark, so Daroul would follow the same conventions of being extremely beautiful, but dark."

🕯 - "beacon of hope"; while the region is covered in strife (especially due to the more aggressive nature of Deathless Pokemon), its people remain beacons of hope and/or light in these trying times, so the name signifies them being a light in the darkness.

Both names fit the Pokemon region naming convention of having an "o" somewhere in the name!

Realistically Beahoon fits the best because it relates to the people of the region which is consistent across all the other Pokemon regions, vs Daroul which sounds better but only relates to the land and not the people. Let me know what you think!!

[airanke]

[airanke]

GODDAMN I HAVE NEVER MANAGED TO DO THIS W/O USING STAIRS ONLY SO I'M PROUD OF MYSELF!!!

[airanke]

"this song is about this" "this song is about that" "this person wrote this song about this person" wrong all songs are about ocs ive made and ocs that have not yet come to pass

[airanke]

[airanke]

Gonna work on my Dante x Abiteth AUs today because their canon story gives me a headache 💪

[airanke]

Smth like that!!!

Starting new picrew bc I find this one super cute and pretty so lets go! LINK

No pressure tag @wyvernslovecake @bby-deerling @nina-ya @ringdabel @im-stuck-in-fandom-hell and everyone who wants to join! 💛

[airanke]

Today is another 9 hrs day at work for meeeee

Anyway look at this adorable Dabi I got the other day (along with these gorgeous extras!!!)

[airanke]

Update: Touya calls Dante "cowboy". Dante thinks this makes perfect sense but is confused by how and when Touya says and uses it until he has a Big Brain Moment and has to Have A Conversation With Touya.

More poly AU shenanigans... well it's more Abiteth dating three guys shenanigans but I digress.

Dante calls Touya "volpe" or "fox". He calls Dabi "spitfire".

I have no idea what Touya or Dabi call Dante, but this is a start 🤣🤣

[airanke]

I'm.... SCARED???

NOOOOOOOOO??

AAAAAAAAAAHHH????????????????????????????????