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OKAY    so- I’ve decided to remake my Dabi blog @incenderes   I just feel like having him as a sideblog is kinda troublesome, and I really enjoy rping him so….

            I’m going to make him into his own account :’ )

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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    To the stranger’s credit, Hitoshi hadn’t realised he was being followed. He was, for the most part, a cautious person ( travelling alone on treacherous roads brought about the necessity to be so, for survival’s sake ) but even then, the town had still been crowded enough in this late hour that he’d automatically considered any surrounding noise to be part of the nightly business. In fact, the only reason he’d noticed his apparently rather drunk stalker at all was when Crossroads, dutifully coiled around his neck like a warm, ( questionably ) living scarf, had lifted his head and, with a twitch of his slender tail, let out a displeased mrrrrrr into the cool night air. Hitoshi had paused on automatic instinct, and the footsteps behind him that he’d yet to categorize as odd had not.

    It was….. a stranger, for sure. Hitoshi had of course met many people in the few years he’d spent moving from place to place, but that was a face he’d for sure have remembered had he come across it before. Tall, dark eyed, and scarred ( burned? ) from the nose down to whatever visible skin he showed above his collar of his shirt, the man was certainly an imposing figure to come face to face with in any normal circumstances, much less alone at night.

    Around his neck, Crossroads let out another unfriendly noise, tail twitching and ears pricked. Automatically, Hitoshi’s hand lifted to run through the cat’s fur as though to appease it, idle fingers rubbing the spot between two pointed ears as his violet eyes narrowed at their visitor. His familiar was on edge, and that was more than enough reason for the teen to be as well. There was something off here- something dark he hadn’t noticed until his attention had been drawn towards it- and if the young necromancer had learned anything during the course of his journey, it was that he needed to pay careful caution towards things of darkness. 

    “I think it’s customary to start with an introduction.” His voice sounded louder than it was in the waning noise of the surrounding town, authoritative but still alone. He was alone, with nothing but a hunting knife on his belt and a cat unafraid of death to aid him should the situation devolve. “Who are you and what is your business with me?”

                             So prone to particulars, so taken with unnecessary social niceties.  

 It was all so meaningless, so vile in its’ intentions. As if his name would make the other man any more capable of going about his business, to pretend like this man wouldn’t be similarly wary about Dabi’s presence regardless of how he presented himself. 

       No one looked at with without something akin to disgust or fear, and this fortune teller was much the same. Such audacity, to look down upon him, to speak as though he’s in control of the situation instead of a cornered animal. Ridiculous, but-

                                                          It’s not as though a fight is being sought out, so he doesn’t let the words grate his nerves as much as they could. The burns that mar his skin have done nothing if not taught him to be mindful about choosing his battles. And, regardless of whether or not this pallid toned man could be charred with hardly a sparing thought, that’s not what his intentions are. 

                              So, instead the answer received is an amicable shrug.

   “Call me Dabi.”                     That was the name he was going by now. 

                                                                     “And I believe I already told you my business.”

 He’s closer now, enough that he can see the details of how this man carries himself, of how his eyes seem so sunken into the craters of his skull. Not exactly what could be considered eye candy, but then again that isn’t of much regard where his skill of expertise is concerned. 

                                 People will believe anything if it’s said with enough confidence. 

  For now, Dabi spins, turns of the heel of his foot in a quarter second’s time and has acquired a gold piece that glints between the two fingers that hold it up for the stranger’s assessment.  

                       “I’m just a humble customer.”

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   @steelhardpecs​ liked for a starter! 

            The spit in his mouth tasted like bile. 

 Foul to the tongue, hinted metallic from the slight blood that had leaked from a stitch. Nothing outlandish, after all it was rather hard to get on his nerves these days, however there was nothing pleasant about his mood.

   His jaw was tense, teeth grinding as though it may actually make some of his anger dissipate. 

                            Endeavor this,                                      Endeavor that.                                                        It was grating on every last fucking nerve. 

    Plus, the spat he’d just had with Shigaraki hadn’t put him in the best mood. Reckless he may be- at times, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of handling the situations he induced. Regardless of whether or not he had become more comfortable with his roll in the League of Villains, that didn’t mean that he would simply sit back and take orders. 

                                                                              Like he would abandon his own plans. 

        His fingers twitch, his quirk begging, aching to be used. Set something, anything ablaze. Trash, plants, cars, anything his palms could come near. The thought was so appealing, his restraint close enough to snapping that he could practically taste it. 

                Suffice to say, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone. 

 Certainly not children. 

            “You’re in the wrong place.” 

     Granted, there’s no way for Dabi to guarantee knowledge that this kid doesn’t have some valid reason for being in this part of town, but he’s in the way and so by default he’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

                                                                         “Leave, now.”