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[ Hey guys ! Just wanted to apologize for not being on - even though I just made this blog and all - it's just, I just started clinicals in the hospital for my college, and I'm there 8 or 12 hour dsays for the next three weeks so my activity will be very spotty ! But, if you guys can put up with my shennanigans, Dabi will come back in a blaze of glory, in a chariot of fire, in like... three weeks ! After Nov. 10th, specifically. So yeah!

I'll be doing replies when I can but might not start anything or be keeping up with the dash, so bear with me ! Thanks guys !

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     Dabi quirked a brow as he heard the kid go on, finally turning all the way around now to give him a proper look over. A finger twitching at the hand hanging at his side - prepared ... but he wanted to hear this kid out a lil'. See what he was so ... ticked about. It seemed kind'a obvious, since he knew 'im and all, but ... to hear about that dumb kidnapping again ?

                  That was a present.

    " W h a t ... That Katsuki kid ?                            He's a real piece of work, y'know that ?                                                    Almost joined us, 'till he said he wanted Almight for himself.

                   I kind'a thought he was dumb.         Didn't want anything to do with the psycho. "

        Why not be brutally honest here ? This guy seemed mad, because Dabi was in the Vanguard Squad, who kidnapped the kid in the first place. He was a big part of it ... making the initial distraction, takin' out a few heroes to let them escape, holding off these kids too ... Holding back SHOTO -

           Dabi kept a bland face while thinking, the usual non-caring look the man usually wore.                               " You got him back, didn't you ?                                Almight kind'a did that for you. "

So what did Deku want ...

     It does unnerve him a little bit that this villain remembers his name, but it doesn’t surprise him much at all. I can’t help but wonder if he memorized the names of all of 1-A. Or at least, those of us who ended up becoming high profile… But then again… Shigaraki Tomura remembered my name. Maybe that’s it…?

     He realizes easily that for a few moments he had just stood there, and shakes his head, drowning out the omnipresent analytic fog. Now’s not the time.

     All he knows is that this villain was present the night that Kacchan was kidnapped. I still don’t like remembering that night. That was one of my biggest failures as a hero. I couldn’t save him…

     For a moment, words elude him. Everything that this villain is saying is right, of course. It wasn’t smart to come after him alone. Especially not when his name is well known.

     “You were there. You were one of the villains who came, that night in the forest. You stole him from us.” It’s because of how lucky we are that we managed to steal him back.

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[ i think one of the main things I love about Dabi is the fact he just does not give a fuk Like - he's just there to make Stain's ideology come tru, man. he didn't ask for this other bs. and you can totally see it in his face, and it's lovely. He just wants to hurt some heroes and get on with his life.

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         THE  MAN  CLOSEST  TO  BECOMING  NUMBER 1 !

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this is a new bakugou katsuki of bnha written by ruby, if you’re interested in rping or just talkin’ hit that like or reblog and i’ll check you out !! or to just spread the word, would be cool too. 

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asutorarutatchi:

Why did her luck suck so much–

It was true, she felt his presence for a while now, but it took her a minute or so to figure out he wasn’t dead. Solange was used to the stares from people ( it didn’t help how often she would seemingly talk to herself or randomly laugh in public - sometimes ghosts could be funny! ) and the attention she drew from lingering spirits. After all, it wasn’t often someone could actually hear them.

But this… this time was different.

Sol was startled by the sudden voice and turned her head to stare intently at the male, pupil-less eyes observing him. Why was he following her? Did he want something…? If so, why her of all people? And his comment… certainly didn’t give her any comfort.

“Wh-who said… I was alone…?” It was true, though. Due to her quirk, she was never truly alone. And the spirits that were with her seemed to be encouraging her to leave the vicinity as soon as possible–

This guy… is giving r-really bad vibes–

          W o a h ...                        Now would'a look at that.

When this girl turned around to face him, Dabi couldn't help but take notice of those creepy, pupil-less eyes of hers. The girl looked like she was dead with 'em - which, in his own little gang of people, probably could have been a cool trait to have. Most of the guys in his gang were ... a lil' messed up. Dabi specifically, having so much scar tissue grafted onto him - but those eyes ...

       Dabi couldn't look away from them, with that bland stare of his. His chin tilted up to look down on the high-schooler, hands dug into his pants' pockets. He usually wasn't one for confrontation ... but walkin' around so openly, in this end of town, in that uniform ...? Well - she was just asking for some bad company.

                  " You look pretty alone ; but who am I to judge that.     Anyway - that's a dangerous outfit you got on there. In this end, anyway. "

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   [ look at me, working on my theme and blog pages instead of doing replies -

I need to finish the blog tho sos sorry for delays guys ! lemme know what'cha think of the blog though if ya want !

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ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴍʏ sᴘᴇᴀʟ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ! ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɴʜᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ, sᴏ ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʀᴘ ɪᴛ ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄʜᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴛᴏ sᴡᴀɢ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ. 

ʟɪᴋᴇ / ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɴʜᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ! 

ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ sʟᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ & ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ʏᴀ'ʟʟ.

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          ❝    ——   ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟʟ.    ❞                                           taught by cléophée.

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@crematiion wants to speak to the stars…

It was getting late and she needed to get home. Still, the reality of what awaited caused her to purposely procrastinate. The last thing she wanted was more stress ( wasn’t being a high schooler enough? ). A sigh escaped from her lips as she toted around her backpack, pupil-less eyes glancing around before crossing the street. Although there was no point - it didn’t look like anyone was around or walking this way. Sol deliberately took a different route, in order to alleviate some of the migraine she was currently dealing with due to her quirk.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched…

          What was with his incredible luck these days , finding these U.A kids wandering around town so easily ?

       It was just one of those days, where the mandecided to wander out from the League's base to go recrutin', knowing more than their " leader " that they needed new guys ... but most of 'em just seemd to disappoint Dabi in the end. He was a pretty chill guy - he knew the kind'a people who'd fit in the League. He didn't want psychopaths, he wanted people who respected Stain's ideology. Nothin' else. Someone who wanted the same social justice that their League craved ...

      But as he was browsing the marketable streets, Dabi came across someone from U.A instead ... the school full'a fakes, and students learnin' to be just as damned poisonous as 'em.

        He followed her for quite some ways, just wantin' to ... see what she was up to 'n all ; but she was actin' weird. Did she knew he was around ...? It'd be pretty damn good if a kid if she picked him up. Was she a student the teachers cared about ... He didn't keep Katsuki last time, and damn - did he hold a grudge against those damn teachers for knockin' him out cold. Would anyone care if she ... disappeared ...?

    Getting closer, not caring if he blew his cover now, Dabi kept behind her, deciding to speak as she kept walking.            " Y'know, this ain't the best part of town to just be wanderin' around by yourself ..."              

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   It wasn't super often these days, that Dabi was actually able to go outside much at all. After join' the League, people were startin' to know him ; mainly from low scale attacks he's pulled off with the others, as well as just his creepy, unmistakable appearance.

     Even now, as he walked around the backparts of town - hands dug into the pockets of his pants - Dabi felt the eyes of some on him ... Most importantly, the eyes, and presence of someone following him.                                 Someone who had some gull, obviously, as even when the                               villain turned down an alley way, they continued to follow him.

            It was only when this follower of his spoke up, that Dabi stopped mid-stroll, analyzing the voice he heard ... a kid's, without question.                                                 A kid had followed him ...?

         Pulling one of his hands from his pockets to let the partially mangled thing hand by his side, Dabi turned his head ever so slightly, just to get one of his daggering blue eyes to look to is pursuer. It was a kid... and hell - Dabi KNEW them. It was a brat from U.A, one he remembered from their little scuffle ...

                               Wait - no shit, this was THE kid.                       The kid the crazy girl was obsessed with...             Damn, she'd skin the rest'a Dabi's skin if he killed this kid.                                    That's just inconvenient.

     " And you're from U.A High ... Don't those pros tell ya not to be alone ?           You're kind of an idiot, aren't you kid. That, or your teachers are.     Lemme see... Deku - right ?"                  

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     Patrolling hasn’t been interesting lately… Ever since the run-in with Overhaul… Izuku’s not exactly disappointed, but he’s getting tired and his focus is wavering from something resembling boredom. I should get used to this… This is what most heroes do. For the sake of his duty, he tries to remain attentive. Fortunately for him, this will result in him noticing something that he can immediately recognize as important.

     That’s… He picks up his pace, speedwalking, but trying to remain inconspicuous while doing so. If he notices me this soon, he’ll run. And I won’t be able to find him. Something uneasy settles in his chest when the man turns into an alley, but he ignores that gut feeling that tells him he should get help ( which will probably prove to be an unwise choice on his part ) and pursues the man.

     By the time he has gotten close enough to identify him beyond a reasonable doubt, he is sure that the man has noticed the follower he has managed to pick up.

     “You’re with the League of Villains.” He only says it when he’s close enough to be heard without shouting.

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these tend to go around faster (and I suck with photoshop stuff anyway so–)

hey all! the name is Nyx. I’ve made an OC for BnHA. so please give this a like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a timid girl with a heart of gold who can hear/see spirits and manipulate soul energy (but doesn’t have it in her to actually kill people and is terrified of fucking up and is extremely self-conscious about herself and her abilities lmao). I’ll check your blog out and probably give you a follow!

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          " Yeesh ... You U.A teachers sure suck at keepin' your students safe, y'know that ?"

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    Picking up the empty drink that sat in place of where she’d been only a moment ago she waltzed over to his side, placing her hand out for his empty cup as well. After all, best not to leave a mess behind and since he was done, it’d only be polite to throw his away in turn. Though, at his question she let out a small hum trying to recall if that was thing or not. Did they offer tours? None really came to mind.

                   “I don’t think they do now that you mention it. There’s never been a parents day let alone a tour I’ve seen come by. Then again most high schools don’t really do those kinda things. The only times they really let people in is during the sports festival that I’ve seen and even then you don’t get a tour of the school.”

    Of course that was probably because they kept tight security and everyone had to be double checked before entering if she remembered, if not triple. With all the issues as of late security had also increased a lot.

                   “But you’ve got the right attitude though, you don’t need to really need to go to school. Just helping people in your own way makes you a hero. Besides, repeating high school doesn’t sound like a lotta fun.”

          Seeing her motion for the cup, Dabi flicked the empty thing, letting it slide along the bar table the short distance to her hand, his other hand still on his cheek, a finger idly taping along his cheek as she explained out that there was, in fact, no tours.

                          'Course... he should'a suspected that.                       Why would they have live tours ?                  Not only in general, but will all the shit goin' on lately.

                                              ... Heh.

       " Yeah, guess that makes sense. Dunno why I'd think they would do open houses ; what, with all that ' Hero Killer ' stuff and the League of Villains business. Prolly for the best they don't do tours... Ah well - I'll just make my way up to Hero my self, workin' with others and stuff. Y'don't always gotta be from U.A to intern. "

          Dabi went off like he actually knew a thing or two, eyes scanning over towards the door, and then to the otherside of the bar. Looking at their reflections through the mirror in the bar. There were so many hints in this damn thing ... maybe she ain't the brightest.       Ah well - could be useful, have a  ' friend ' on the inside.

           " Right - yeah. Doin' school again might not be fun.         So - what even brings ya to this part of town ? Not many people hang around here. "

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