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If 'professional fuck around and find out-er' does not perfectly encapsulate the way I write Dabi's character, I don't know what will.

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this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world 

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How to Make Your Characters Almost Cry

Tears are powerful, but do you know what's more impactful? The struggle to hold them back. This post is for all your hard-hearted stoic characters who'd never shed a tear before another, and aims to help you make them breakdown realistically.

The Physical Signs of Holding Back Tears

Heavy Eyelids, Heavy Heart Your character's eyelids feel weighted, as if the tears themselves are dragging them down. Their vision blurs—not quite enough to spill over, but enough to remind them of the dam threatening to break.

The Involuntary Sniffle They sniffle, not because their nose is running, but because their body is desperately trying to regulate itself, to suppress the wave of emotion threatening to take over.

Burning Eyes Their eyes sting from the effort of restraint, from the battle between pride and vulnerability. If they try too hard to hold back, the whites of their eyes start turning red, a telltale sign of the tears they've refused to let go.

The Trembling Lips Like a child struggling not to cry, their lips quiver. The shame of it fuels their determination to stay composed, leading them to clench their fists, grip their sleeves, or dig their nails into the nearest surface—anything to regain control.

The Fear of Blinking Closing their eyes means surrender. The second their lashes meet, the memories, the pain, the heartbreak will surge forward, and the tears will follow. So they force themselves to keep staring—at the floor, at a blank wall, at anything that won’t remind them of why they’re breaking.

The Coping Mechanisms: Pretending It’s Fine

A Steady Gaze & A Deep Breath To mask the turmoil, they focus on a neutral object, inhale slowly, and steel themselves. If they can get through this one breath, they can get through the next.

Turning Away to Swipe at Their Eyes When they do need to wipe their eyes, they do it quickly, casually, as if brushing off a speck of dust rather than wiping away the proof of their emotions.

Masking the Pain with a Different Emotion Anger, sarcasm, even laughter—any strong emotion can serve as a shield. A snappy response, a bitter chuckle, a sharp inhale—each is a carefully chosen defence against vulnerability.

Why This Matters

Letting your character fight their tears instead of immediately breaking down makes the scene hit harder. It shows their internal struggle, their resistance, and their need to stay composed even when they’re crumbling.

This is written based off of personal experience as someone who goes through this cycle a lot (emotional vulnerability who?) and some inspo from other books/articles

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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

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wHAT DO YOU MEAN DABI'S COAT IS BLACK AND NOT DARK BLUE FUCKEDY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUU

mentally sobbing over the fact that Mr. Compress's coat is very much YELLOW when I have spent over 50k words referring to it as orange.

fuck it that's what makes this an au. not the whole, asexual sex pollen shenanigans or eraser accidentally taming the league like feral cats. it's because mr compress's coat is orange in this universe.

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Shigaraki Tomura Canon Tidbits #1

Happy Halloween from this Shigaraki fan! 👻 I feel like this is an especially important time for us because, well, symbol of death and decay. He's the embodiment of spooky and I love him for it! ❤️❤️

Unfortunately, wrote smut for both of my other blogs for the time being and I'm a bit burned out. *Sigh* Will try to scribble down something but since I'm not sure I will manage to do it today...

Here's some canon Tomura tidbits! Helpful for writing, and very cute~✨

Prefers quiet atmosphere (MHUI)

Likes to be talked to with respect, despite the fact that he often doesn't return that courtesy (lol)

Surprisingly open-minded; Will listen to the point of view of others, even if he disagrees with it

Likes playing games where he can figure out the strategy and win, but will get bored if it's too easy (MHUI)

Very good at reading people

Short tempered but able to rationally think through the situation once he calms down

Obsessive about research. Kind of a workaholic if you think about it??

He itches less if he's in a situation he can control

Feeling out of control may cause him to experience traumatic flashbacks

Likes to go on walks around the city

Especially if agitated?? That's how he (sort of) deals with anger which is surprisingly healthy??

Despite that, he hated going on nature treks in Smash. May be because it was hot.

Also in Smash, Tomura seems to hate being perceived as "cute" (too bad~~)

Doesn't wear socks, as we all know

Seems to prefer verbally talking through his thinking process to sort his thoughts out, and to bounce the ideas off of someone

Likes Green Tea

Often thinks up his current philosophy on the run, and is able to argue its points without believing in it. Basically, a debate lord lmao.

Which also (along with his room being full of books) suggests that he's pretty well-read

Stays up to date with the current events (boomer newspaper Tomura supremacy)

Seems like some kind of movement helps him think - most often seen scratching himself, or just moving his fingers. Stimming Tomura confirmed??

Extremally high pain tolerance

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Dabi Causing Problems For Fun and Profit (Mature Content Warning)

Two for the price of one! WIP previews of More Human Than Human! Because I think I'm funny sometimes. Obvs warning for sex pollen shenanigans (or, lack of thereof). Nothing happened, Spinner assumes something happened, Dabi is a little shit, much profanity ensues. Tumblr drowned the image quality in the bathtub, click for full resolution. No text version this time because.

look i can write this many fucks and i can post previews of this many fucks but committing that many fucks to my blog in stark text is a step im not ready for yet.

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Me, looking around: oops I think i dropped my deep-rooted fear about losing loved ones to smoking around here somewhere, I sure hope they don't become interwoven with the narrative as a negative character trait and metaphor for death and dying and other such unhealthy addictions.

Dabi, lowering a lit cigarette: *patented bitchy stare*

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Sometimes there's no writing and then sometimes the fixation grabs you so tight the Characters™ consume you and you stumble to sleep at 12:30am with a sore back and 4k words banged out in a single night.

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Local Losers Are Friends Or Something

I kicked writer's block in the pants and finished the scene that was giving me so much trouble! Here's the end of it, for the feels. Click the image to see full quality, or check the cut below to read it in text.

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Dabi rudely elbows the door wide open. Tomura jolts like a badly surprised rabbit. He stares, because it seems like he’d sooner be asleep and dreaming than watching Dabi drag his futon into his room. He kicks everything that gets in the way and brings it next to Tomura’s bed, where he finally mees his eye. It’s a burning look that dares him to say something.

Tomura stares in eloquent silence.

His second-in-command drops the futon and smooths it out with care. Dabi must’ve dragged it all the way down the hall to get it here and it’s still the cleanest thing in the room. Not a single scorch or soot stain, not even a rip. Nothing like the ratty old thing he used to sleep on. Tomura wasn’t sorry to dust it as soon as Compress snatched up something better. It was a leader’s responsibility to take care of the people entrusted to him. He’d sort of expected Dabi would set it on fire within a fortnight because it was a gift. Should’ve guessed he’d do the opposite, contrary creature that he is.

Dabi gives a pleased hum and folds down, sprawling comfortably on the futon, and it finally sinks in for Tomura that he’s really, really not planning to leave.

“Why?” Tomura looks over the edge of his bed like some kind of looming, blanket-covered monster. “Why?”

Dabi blinks up at him, turquoise and guileless.

“You said it hurts when you’re alone,” he states, like it’s obvious.

Exhausted and in disbelief, Tomura can’t find words for the tidal wave of fondness-relief-safety that crashes over his head. Pleasure glitters softly in his veins like fireflies. When he does find some words, they’re deceptively tempered, mild as milk:

“Okay. Do what you like.”

Dabi’s smile curls indulgently, lets him know he sees right through him.

“Always, Boss.”

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I've lost track of how many times Shigaraki has said 'shut up' to Dabi in this fic. It is a Lot, I Assure You.

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affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

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somehow there's already two tangents about tomura playing that fake-ass black survival ripoff game I made up earlier and im not going to apologize. its easier to write him being a feral gamer abt a game I, too, have been a feral gamer abt.

It's also nice to have a break for a comedic chat fic interlude.

It's also incredibly funny and lawd knows we're heading straight into the dark n heavy, it Needs It.

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This post contains a fuck. many fucks, even.

For someone who claims not to give a fuck, Dabi sure uses the word a lot.

thats right it's another preview. standard preview experience applies. (click for an image quality that hasn't been put through a blender, or uhh... actually i think i'll leave this one as just a screenshot. dabi's profanity might set the burrow on fire. so. i guess it's not actually a standard preview experience. oops.)

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The new 4.7k words in my draft: You should take a break soon.

Me, defeated: I know.

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Stare Into The Abyss And It Shall Stare Back (just kidding it's another MHTH preview)

I didn't feel confident about what I wrote yesterday, so I decided to say fuck you, self doubt! and post a part of it anyway. I'm locked in. I'm committed. Tumblr threw the image quality into a bonfire, click for full resolution. Or read the text version below the cut.

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He shakes his head at his reflection and fucks off to smoke in his room. Feelings. Fuck ‘em.

His windowsill’s always good to him. The wall has little scorches on them from his bad days. His room’s as empty as it can be, like a ghost moved in. He keeps his coat and his belt on hooks and the rest of his shit in the closet. There was a ratty old futon in here, moth-bitten but perfectly serviceable, until one day Shigaraki barged in and dusted it and Compress threw a new one at him before Dabi could react. Something about hygiene and rats and his staples. Toga came flying in with a tatami mat and he lost the fight before it even began.

No idea how the fuckers figured out his bedding preferences, but he’s betting it was Shigaraki’s fault.

So, his futon’s the only part of the room that looks like a person sleeps there, and it wasn’t his choice. He takes good care of it anyway. Hangs it to dry over the windowsill on sunny days, does the same with the tatami mats, keeps them both clean. The tiniest glimmer of normalcy, making him feel like he’s a kid, copying his mother.

Didn’t thank them. Doesn’t need to.

He’s still running uncomfortably warm. Throws on some loose lounge pants from his closet and calls it good. When he slides open his window, the rain-flecked wind soothes over his patchwork skin. He sinks into a comfortable position, pulls on a cigarette, and watches the night continue. No much to see in their staked patch of territory. Mostly old buildings and overgrown trees. The leafy silhouettes shake in the rain like they’re dancing. The dew on his skin curls into vapor.

He smokes. And Smokes. Four whole cigarettes, before he cracks open the big problem inside his head and tentatively pokes at it. Another before he wades into the mess and tries to piece his thoughts together. Calm on a rainy night, cigarette smoke in his lungs and a soft inferno under his skin.

Inhale.

The League of Villains.

Shigaraki Tomura.

The ordeal of caring.

Exhale.

He blinks, smoke on his tongue, scanning the outside through lazy, slitted eyes. No lights on except theirs. The dampness from his shower wisps away from him, ghostly pale.