#stpled

[hank-posting]

to the agent who stpled like 40 pillow pet s to the ceiling somehow your ass is getting promoted

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◈ hewwo

it's  late.   both  of  them  should  leave  ,  both  of  them  should  go  to  sleep.   neither  of  them  will  ,  though.   not  for  hours.   not  when  there's  work  to  be  done.   and  neither  trusts  the  other  enough  to  leave  him  alone  with  their  work.   they've  been  at  it  for  hours  ,  and  the  words  are  beginning  to  blur  together.   hawks  really  is  an  intelligent  person  ,  he's  not  a  total  idiot  like  he  lets  on  ,  but  sometimes  his  brain  just . . .  refuses  to  focus  on  whatever's  going  on  around  him.   he's  read  the  same  damn  sentence  four  times  ,  and  he  still  doesn't  know  what  the  hell  it's  trying  to  say.   a  rough  ,  absentminded  sigh  comes  from  beside  him  ,  from  the  man  seated  at  the  other  chair  behind  the  desk  ,  and  hawks  glances  up  momentarily  ---  and  freezes.

he's  never  been  unaware  of  the  strange  sort  of  cryptic, almost  cruel  beauty  that  THE  VILLAIN  DABI  puts  off  ,  but  he's  never  been  faced  with  it  quite  like  this.   tired eyes  ,  mussed  hair  ,  the  intense  expression  on  his  face  as  he  continues  to  read  the  report  he  was  given.  hawks  is  pretty  sure  he  doesn't  even  realize  that  he'd  sighed  ,  that  he'd done  anything  to  draw  attention.   but  regardless  of  whether  he'd  tried  ,  or  even  been  aware  ,  he'd  certainly  succeeded  ,  because  hawks  can't  look  away.   his  lips  part  slightly  as  he  continues  staring  ,  taking  in  every  aspect  of  the  man's  features  while  he  can.   it's  not  often  they  have  moments  like  these  (  historically  ,  they've  been  literally  at  each  other's  throats  )  where  they're  simply  sitting  and  reading  ,  with  barely  a  snarky  comment  or  backhanded  insult  exchanged.

it's  almost  nice.   almost.

and  he  still  can't  look  away.   his  gaze  focuses  on  dabi's  lips  ,  at  the  contrast  between  the  scarred  and  the  unscarred.   hawks’  tired  (  and  useless  ,  and  gay  )  brain  refuses  to  let  him  think  of  anything  but  what  they  might  feel  like  pressed  against  his  own  ,  or  pressed  against  the  skin  at  the  hollow  of  his  throat.   he  realizes  that  at  some  point  his  hand  had  made  its  way  up  to  his  mouth  ,  and  his  fingers  are  pressed  against  his  lips  as  if  to  simulate  a  kiss  ---  and  he's  not  really  certain  when  that  happened  ,  or  how  long  he's  been  staring.

really  ,  there's  only  one  way  to  kickstart  his  brain  and  get  it  to  focus  on  anything  other  than  whether  dabi's  skin  would  be  a  relatively  normal  temperature  or  whether  kissing  him  would  be  like  swallowing  flames.   it's  hardly  hawks'  fault  ---  it's  not  like  he's  desperate  to  kiss  the  villain.   nah.   he  just  needs  to  see  what  it's  like.   for . . .   science  ,  or  whatever.

he  leans  forward  in  his  own  chair  ,  leans  close  enough  to  grab  the  arm  of  dabi's  ,  and  he  pulls  them  closer  together.   as  the  villain  looks  over  at  him  (  he  seems  like  he  might  be  annoyed  at  being  disturbed  ,  but  hawks  is  already  on  a  mission  )  he  slides  one  hand  around  the  back  of  the villain’s  head  ,  threading  his  fingers  through dark  ,  messy  hair  ,  and  pulls  him  even  closer  ,  their  chairs  knocking  together  noisily.   hawks'  lips  press  against  the  other's  and  part  slightly  ,  capturing  the  lower  ,  scarred  lip  between  his  own.   dabi's  skin  is  warm  ---  no  ,  that's  not  the  right  word.   dabi's  skin  is  hot  ,  almost  uncomfortably  so  ,  and  it's  sort  of  exhilarating.   after  a  brief  moment  of  contact  ,  hawks  pulls  away  ,  nods  ,  and  slides  his  chair  back  to  where  it  belongs.   without  even  so  much  as  another  glance  at  the  man  he’d  just  kissed  ,  he  picks  up  the  report  he'd  been  trying  to  read  ,  and  gives  it  another  shot.

and  now  he  knows.   now  he  can  stop  imagining  it.

right.

[dollstained-a]

stpled replied to your post: Name:  Dabi Age: 19 How well do we know each...

this was a joke we’re not getting married

don’t even look in my direction

[sensualen-blog]

❛     i’d  do  almost  anythin’  for  some  cash .     ❜  they’re  broke .  ❛     but  it’ll  take  more  than  that ,  considering  the  guy’s  dad .     ❜

[abandonedname]

@stpled started following you

blease,,,,,,,,,,

[bloodymscls-archived-blog]

           After a long crawl through the pipeage of Tartarus; Japan’s most notorious correction facility; Muscular eagerly erupts in a bellow of laughter,  the instant his bare feet sink into the moist dirt beneath him. His muscles worm underneath the layers of a blood stained cloak - within his skin. He lets them break through, HE HAS BEEN CONTAINED FOR LONG ENOUGH. MUSCULAR IS NO DOG. HE CAN NOT BE LEASHED; NOR CAGED; A loud howl of excitement booms from the murder. His body was left itching and stiff,  after all that time under suppression; thirsty for a release. The mass coils and thickens around his physique, His smirk stretches wide as he looks up at his aid. A silhouette. Positioned at the top of grassy slope; casted right at the center of the moon - with a cape; that flapped quietly in the wind.

    ¶ WOOOOHOO !! DABI, GUESS - FUCKING WHAT!? -      MUSCULAR THE MONSTER IS FREE AT FUCKING LAST !!

A flock of birds flee from a nearby tree and into the night, He doesn’t bother to keep it down; they’ve had him CHAINED down forever - or at least it felt like forever. He has waited long enough for this moment; and he would not let no curfew-quietness RAIN on HIS parade.

@stpled

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stpled replied to your post

what if we put the shwap shwap shwap meme with puhwease no steppy

shwip shwip shwip shwip ( sound of my widdle snake body swithering away fwom you ) puhwease no steppy! puhweeeeeeeeeeeeease no steppy! 

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cain: replies to our discord thread me, sobbing: oh god it’s so good

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@stpled​ gets a starter!

         THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS... honestly, it sounded like a COMEDY BAND instead of something ACTUALLY threatening. What was he supposed to do, start QUAKING in his boots as he stands in their ridiculously dingy hideout? Like, would it kill them to learn what a broom was? This place was fucking filthy, seriously. Still, at least the counter he’s sitting on is DECENTLY clean, head propped up on his hand as he observes the only other person in the room.

      “So, did you decide that piercings weren’t edgy enough or did you have to staple your body back together at some point? Cause seriously man you’re like... covered in this shit. Or did you just really wanna go all out for the I’m-a-villain-and-everbody-who-sees-me-knows-it aesthetic?”

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x3c

*d a b s*

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stpled replied to your post: “ live fast die young bad girls do it well — “

u sound like a dying cat lol

“ ....... “

        “ blocked. “

[herohalf-a]

hades: dabi resenting shouto because he sees shouto as someone who thinks really highly of themselves and someone who ruined the dynamic of their family he just sees shouto as a mini enji. he's never actually talked to shouto so he doesn’t know Anything about him so he just assumes that since enji favoured him he just adopted all of enji's personality traits

me, staring at the ceiling and dissociating: all of shouto’s siblings actually dislike him because enji was very obvious about favoring him and forcibly isolated shouto from the others. and then it was because of shouto that enji sent their mother away so they ju--

[a-thehandcrusher]

I feel like I owe you all an explanation on a man who is supposedly shrouded in mystery. Well, those days are no longer. Here are some REAL FACTS about Debby (he calls himself ‘Dabi’ nowadays??? fuckin edgelord smh):

The supposed ‘rotting flesh’ stapled to his skin is actually just fruit leathers. Lots and lots of fruit leathers.

Rolls around in alleyways?? to smell like rotting rats or something??? if you catch him in the act please tell him to stop

i’m pretty sure he stole one of endeavor’s spare costumes and cut it up to make his 

just go to a fucking thrift store or amazon yourself a trenchcoat it’s not that difficult :/

No, he isn’t okay -- stop asking

Why is his fire that color??? I know this isn’t a fact but like I’m just wondering

he played himself

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   ❝  not a surprise.   ❞

test our love ! / accepting.

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stpled replied to your post :dollstained ...

ENOUGH

*whispers at Toga* oh god here goes Dabi : the center of attention!

[abandonedname]

@stpled replied to your post: damn bitch, live

i cant read this shit damn bitch, speak

i said SOON. S O O N. Like MONSOON without the ‘MON.’

damn bitch, listen.

ruining the goddamn mystique.