#I'm glad that you were born

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x Mary: "I'm glad that you were born"

"Look at me, Touya," Mary gently cupped her hands against Dabi's scared, burned cheeks. "I don't care what that bastard thinks. You are not a failure. No one is perfect, no one. We all have flaws and insecurities because that's what makes people human and frail."

He ignored her, chose to look outside the window instead of meeting her patiently, waiting eyes. Knowing that if he did. He would crack underneath her gently and understanding mismatched gems he loved so much.

"Touya, please, look at me," Mary tried again, whispering as tears burned, stinging her eyes, ears flat against her head. She turns his head down to meet her gaze, it hurt to see his beautiful ocean blues so lifeless and vacant, without of her reach. "You are not useless or worthless. You've cared too much and got burned for it."

She was crying for him?

No. Don't fall for her tears, don't offer her comfort. Bawling his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white, don't look, don't move, she will give up and leave. It took everything in him not to scoop her into his arms, into his chest, kissing her tears away and apologizing, say anything until her tears dried and she turned into the sappy, happy, annoyingly lovable ball of energy and sunshine. Hold dammit!

Licking her dry lips as she continued, noticing the change in his body language as his hands twitched, the settle turn of his head in her palms, he had to know her true feelings, "I'm glad that you were born. You are here with me, by my side as my mate. My Touya is handsome despite these scars and burns, and I won't ask you to change who you are." She gave him a smile, despite her tears, clear distress, and worries.

Dabi's eyes refocused and widened at her words, turquoise irsis' staring down at tear-filled, wet violet and gold. "Do you mean it, beauty?" He whispered, voice cracking.

"Yes," She whispered, smile widening as she sniffed.

Reaching out, he wiped her stray tears again, more feel in it's place. "Say it again."

"I'm glad that you were born." She repeated without hesitation, "I thank the moon goddess everyday that you were born, Touya. For sending you to me that night we first met."

His breath hitched, her words cutting him deeply, straight into his still beating, blackened, burnt and frail heart. He swallowed thickly, mouth and throat dry, he felt his bottom lip quiver, breath growing labored; he couldn't breath, its as if his lungs stopped working. His chest ached and throbbed, heartbeat echoing loud in his ears, as he gasped for air, bloody tears welling up in the corner of his burnt tear ducts and falling.

"It's okay to cry when you are hurting, when you are sad, angry, let it go, my darling." Mary wasn't disgusted or didn't pull away. "Let me shoulder your burdens, your worries, your fears, your dreams, everything." She pulled him back into her chest, he quickly nuzzled and burred his head against her warmth, openly and quietly sobbing as she rubbed his back and ran her fingers through his inky black tresses. "Let it out. Scream, cry, wail, I wont judge you. Let it out."

Dabi wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her for comfort, his last lifeline and sanity; digging his fingers into the back of her shirt.

Mary nuzzled her head against the side of his, closing her eyes and crying along with him.

"Thank... you.... Mary..." He whimpered, shoulders shaking, shuddering, and trembling in her arms.

Mary decided then and there, that she would never forgive Endeavor. She didn't care, if the man was her father-in-law now. She didn't care that the man was currently Japan's Number Two Hero, didn't care if, the poor excuse of a man eventually got his wish and become number one. Hurting his family, his wife, his children for the sake of his pride, arrogance, greed and need to surpass All Might?

It made her grit her teeth, anger burned hot in her veins as she held her Touya, biting back and swallowing the snarling growl trapped in her throat. If she ever ran into that man, she would be civil, but if he tried anything, she would make sure to bite him, dig her claws into his flesh, she wasn't going down without a fight.

Now, there were two men she had to protect her family from.

All For One, and Enji Todoroki, Endeavor.

Mary blinked back angry tears as she forced herself to take a deep breath, it wasn't about her, it was about Touya and comforting him. Closing her eyes and holding him tighter, she swallowed her negative emotions for now and focused on humming a song.

She kisses the side of his head.

He sinks into the embrace, trying to remember the last time anyone held him like this aside from his mother, his mind goes blank. Closing his eyes, loving how she clings to him like she never wants to let go, and he never wants her to.

Pressing his weight fulling into her, pushing them down, she lets him and giggles lean back until they are flat against the bed, her legs spread and welcoming as he turned his head, listening to her heartbeat, thudding hard and fasts underneath her rib cage.

He sniffs and chuckles, teasing, "My wolf has turned into a rabbit." His voice was deep, rough and raw from crying his heart out.

"I would say the same about you," She fired back, blushing and wiping her eyes. "My monster turned into a puddle of mush." Smiling as he sits up, leaning on his forearms, a noticeable pinkish hue on his own cheeks. "Nothing like a good cry every once in a while, hmm?"

"I'm not crying, I hit my head." He muttered, growing more flustered as he pouted cutely. Okay, that sounded like total crap, even to him. "Dammit, beauty. You've made me all soft n' shit." He grumbles, reburying his heated face into her chest and shirt, "I blame you."

"Sure, whatever you say, pyro," Mary chuckles, running her fingers gently through his hair, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, your secrets are save with me."

"It better," he replied, voice muffled. Peaking from his hiding spot, watching as she tilted her head, waiting, patiently and curious, tail wagging lazily against his stomach, tickling him. The odd sensation made his snort and choke back a laugh, fuck, that tickles, oh no, she's noticed. "Pff, dammit, stop, pff, it-"

Quirking at eyebrow as her smile curls into a smirk, "Stop what?" Tail swishing back and forth, brushing against his abdomen on purpose this time, watching at his face morphs between mopey, shocked and surprised to down right biting his lip, fingers clutching the sheets to try and not laugh.

"Stop-" He tried again, but she cut him off, hooking her legs around him and flipping them over. "It," he grunted, blinking and staring up at the woman now above him, straddling him and pinning his arms to his sides. "The fuck are you doing?" Dabi panted, trying to regain his breathing, eyes narrowing playfully, smirking. "If you wanted me on my back, so badly all you had to do was ask nicely, baby."

"Where's the fun in that?" Mary giggled, tail swishing back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce, her thumbs rubbing patterns on his forearms, mismatched orbs trailing from his face down to his scared and burnt abdomen.

He quickly caught on and quickly opened his mouth to protest, "No, don't you da-"

Too late.

She attacked, releasing his arms to tickle his weak spot, "Gotcha!"

"Hey!" He laughed, barking and cackling, squirming and trying to move away, "Ah, fuck! That's not fair," buckling his hips to try and shove her off, but she retaliated, wrapping her legs, around his waist and lock him against her. grabbing her wrists to try and shove her off.

"Awe," she cooed, tickling a few more times and stopped, "there's my casanova, smiling so pretty for me."

"Curse you're stupidly inhuman strength," he grumbled and scoffed, a hint of a smile curving his scared lips. "Fine, fine." He relaxed and leaned against her pillows that smelled like her. "You win this round, my beauty, but don't think I'll let you win next time."

Mary giggled, laying down and cuddling against his chest, smiling. "Anytime, loser."

He chuckled, voice rumbling beneath her. "You're the loser, bookworm."

She could hear the smile in his teasing tone as her eyes grew heavy, humming, nuzzling her head and yawned. "Letting out all those pent up emotions is exhausting," muttering out loud, and adding, "but worth it. It's not good to bottle it up."

Dabi wrapped his arms around her lower back and the other, running his fingers in her soft, silver-white locks. "Get some sleep, I'll be here." Tightening his hold and getting more comfortable, his breath fanning her ears and his scent filling her lungs with the sweet smell of burnt caramel, masculine and all him.

"Night, Touya," Mary mumbled, hand gripping his shirt, dozing off and whispering faintly, "I love you."

Dabi's turquoise eyes widened as his body tensed, then relaxed. His small smile, widened as he tried to calm his racing heart, thudding wildly and his stomach flipped, feeling giddy and sappy, blush spreading across his heated cheek.

He laid their sorting out his thoughts. Listening to her light breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as his mind took in her words from earlier.

She was glad that he was born, thankful even. She didn't think he was a failure, a fuck-up, found his scars and burns attractive and wasn't scared of him, she's never been, not even the day they met. Anyone else would have been terrified, judging him on his scars and appearances, but not her.

She even cried for him, the thought alone made his chest ache and throb again, just as bad as her claiming mark had been on the night of their first night together.

He bit his lip and rubbed his face with the back of his hand and sighed, "Night, beauty."

Dabi felt stupid, but perhaps being tied together with this woman he adored wasn't so bad? He fell asleep, holding her tighter against him, that night, he didn't dream of fire, the past and the pain; instead, he saw his cute wolfish beauty's smiling face.

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[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Naminé

[dancingaura925]

Headcanon that Luo Bingge's birthday would be the day he left the Abyss, hear me out

Realistically, we have no idea when LBG's birthday is - and I'm pretty sure even he doesn't know exactly because he was, you know, sent down the Luo River for who-knows-exactly how long. The point is that birthdays are a touchy subject for him, because that implies that someone wanted to bring him into this world. His parents? Did they even want him? Why did they abandon him? Why did he have to grow up like this?

The only positive point is the washerwoman, but even then, that was the best part of his life. When she dies, a part of him dies too, and birthdays become an even more distant part because the only one who truly cared for him isn't even in this realm. Besides, when he comes along to QJP, he's probably thinking along the lines of "I've got no time for birthdays when I could be CULTIVATING"

And of course he gets bullied and everything, and the abyss is the last straw holding him sane. When he gets pushed into it, he gets the confirmation that indeed no one wants him. Even though there was NYY, she was still pampered by SQQ. And if anything, she might not want to see him like... this unless he gets powerful enough to EARN her love. (Aka Luo Bingge has self-esteem issues).

After all that hell in the abyss, when he comes out, he's no longer that white lotus, the one who believes in the good in everyone and that hard work will always pays off. No, he is now fully blackened and renewed with a new goal in mind: to make everyone pay and go down in history as a someone. He feels as if he found his true purpose in life, and god he is going to fulfill it. For once, he celebrates his birthday - not as the day of his physical birth, but of the person who he believes he must be and the person that was something he could never dream of. When Luo Bingge fell in the Abyss, Luo Binghe the sheep died and Luo Bingge, demon cultivator and tyrant, was born.

Also, it makes for a great tragic story when trying to wife up someone, and LBG fully intends on manipulating it to serve his purpose.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he dreams and thinks about the life before it. What would it be like if... if...? However, he promptly soon dismisses it because the past is the past. He cannot change it even if he wanted to. All he can do now is seek vengeance upon it.

[sciderman]

Sometimes i remember a comics moment i randomly came across somewhere, where Sam Wilson mentiones a musical and Steve Rodgers says he doesn't like musicals, to whitch Sam goes "Guess that means you really are straight" and even tho i don't care about Cap America or the Avengers, the moment stuck in me for that quote by Sam. And like....Sci, any ideas if straight men actually don't like musicals or is that bullshit?

actually i think i know more gay men who hate musicals than i know straight men who hate musicals. i've had a drag queen stop me point blank when i was about to sing a barbra streisand song, and i know so many gays who pointedly hate abba. so based on my experience i think the inverse is true. most of the straight men i know are kind of impartial about musicals, but gay men? hate.

my theory is that a lot of gay men don't want to fall into stereotypes, maybe. but thaaaaat's just a theory! a gay theory.

[leslieseveride]

chenford birthday episode save me.

[frau-wilhelm-klink]

I mean this in the most affectionate way possible, of course.

But hey, that's okay! Somebody has to keep the people in Geneva busy😂

[luesmainblog]

for those wondering why i have been mostly quiet regarding israel and palestine: most of the pro-palestine stuff i come across is dismissive of hamas' horrors, blatantly antisemetic in parts, and generally conflates the israeli population with their government. or worse, treats them as a monolith; it is true that there are many israelis mocking the people their soldiers are destroying. it is NOT true that all of israel doesn't care and is just totally cool with what's going on. i will share what i find of israel's atrocities, but i will not make my jewish followers feel unsafe for shit they had nothing to do with. most of the stuff i've seen that *does* acknowledge the horror is jewish bloggers who have spent much of their life advocating for palestine, now having to struggle against antisemetics coming to them, furious that they DARE to be upset at the lost israeli lives. as though they are not allowed to mourn for both sides. as though they are not allowed to be horrified by what has happened; that they can ONLY be worried for palestine and how the attack was the perfect excuse for israel to double down. i refuse to send even more hatred their way by spreading their grief further into the void; you never know Exactly who's following your follower's followers. i am glad, at least, that nobody i follow was outright celebrating. but i know that people WERE, and now they're trying to act like that never happened. so incase this wasn't clear, cheering on the deaths of Israelis does not fucking help palestine.

I am truly disgusted with the blatant racism and colonialism that manifests israel's very core. it is an attempt at a violent ethnostate, intent to not only destroy the people it seeks to replace, but fully erase them from history. i am also disgusted with the way that the left is happy to celebrate genuine terrorism if it's committed "for the right side", as if parading dead bodies and raping people does fucking ANYTHING good. as if that doesn't fuel the israeli government's chances for propoganda. as if it hasn't traumatized your jewish neighbors. there are no fucking winners in war. free palestine and protect your muslim AND jewish friends in this time, they are BOTH getting their shit kicked in by ignorant people who want to take out their anger on some random kid in ohio. we are all posting in anger here. but let's check ourselves before we post; misinformation and antisemitism weakens our voices. Edit for clarity: this post is for my mutuals. I am specifically asking my mutuals to think carefully about what they post; i am aware that i've been too quiet, and i am trying to remedy that. i am also warning my jewish and muslim followers that if you've been using my blog as a safe spot to not think about it for a little bit, you're gonna wanna block the tags below. 'horrible things' will usually do it. i am also venting about how every jew i follow is getting hit with the "die you stupid zionist" shit from coward anons who can't tell the difference between supporting israel and just being fucking concerned for your family over there. it's fucked.

[vampyreki]

^unrestrained summer fun

[lokigodofaces]

well, managed to go all day wearing a brazilian soccer shirt without anyone asking me if i'm from brazil/asking if i'm from a specific brazilian city that doesn't have the team of the shirt i wore. that's a first.

[diagonal-queen]

guys the rimlaine brainrot is setting in guys i need headcanons and fanart right now you guys this is a critical situation help me help me help me

[mcmissileproof]

how do some people have normal boring coworkers. every job I've ever had I've been surrounded by people saying the most unhinged shit I have ever heard every single day

[arctic-hands]

It is absolutely infuriating that the list of priests found to be guilty of sexually abusing kids for the last eighty years in the Baltimore Archdiocese has some of the names redacted to protect the identities of the priests. If literally anyone else is guilty of CSA they get put on a publicly viewable sex offender registry, why should clergy be exempt from that?

[mortellanarts]

I hadn't read the ztd prologue in a while but I'm midway through writing my fic that could benefit from that knowledge so I finally got around to it with some of my friends and I firstly did not recall Sigma losing his cool that quickly but also the only canonical interaction this Sigma has with this Akane being "Swear future you will not lie to past me about how the end of the world goes down" and her essentially lying about not lying is so good and Phi being just as mad at him as Akane but otherwise staying off to the side oough the dynamics at play there

[machidielontheway]

[Image description : a filled template / chart labelled "Understand my ship in five minutes", with two characters sketchs and various infos in boxes, sliders, and silhouettes to fill, detailled in text under the cut. end ID]

[Link to the blank template]

✨ Understand my ship in 5 minutes : Ty and the Godkiller, early '23 edition ✨

Descriptions, additional details & explanations under the cut !

[Sketches] Ty is sketched in blue and all data about him is written / notched in blue. He has straight black hair nape-long, is wearing a fit open hoodie above a v-collared t-shirt, and has a smug and lightly condescending look looking at the viewer. The top of his head is touching the top of the square frame he's drawn in to indicate how tall he is. Sha'an is sketched in orange and all data about him is in orange. He has very short tousled hair, is wearing a too-big-for-him closed hoodie, and has a neutral-to-frowny expression as he looks downard and to the side.

[Data] Name : "Ty" (not actually his name) Height : Tall Age : around 21 (at the beginning of the story) Gender : Guy Sexuality : Bisexual Name : Sha'an Height : Short Age : around 19 (at the beginning of the story) Gender : Guy (gender apathetic) Sexuality : [citation needed]

Height difference : around one head, one head and a half Age difference : around three years

[Sliders] Big / little spoon : Ty likes to hug or have an arm over the shoulders of people's he's close with, so he's a strong big spoon contender. Sha'an has been touch-starved since he was a kid and has anxiety ; human warmth and weight surrounding him calms him and makes him sleep better => little spoon coded.

Lends / borrows clothes : Ty is voluntold as a lender of clothes, as Miya - Ty's adoptive sister / mentor - has clothed Sha'an in all his forgotten cast-offs and teenage garments. Sha'an accepts and wear whatever Miya gives him.

Use / doesn't use pet names : Sha'an doesn't even know what a pet name is, and would probably mistake the concept a little. Ty uses pet names to tease, play, or annoy, but wouldn't use any with the people he actually like. However he is partial to nicknames.

Introverted / extroverted * : (*meaning used here is "socially, what gives them energy or what use it) Ty needs his personal space at time to sort through things, as well as let his mask down and breath from the persona he uses at school or work or politic situations. But otherwise he likes and needs to be with his close ones around the clock, or he becomes quickly bored and restless. He would count as extroverted. For Sha'an, every social situation - no matter how many persons are present - is draining as he is constantly checking and reviewing input and calculating what is the "right" output. This ways he is introverted. However, alone time is not great for him either if he's not in nature, as he does not know how to relax and take care of himself. Quiet parallel play with Miya (and then with Ty as well, farther down in the story) is something he rather likes.

Affection through words / through actions : Ty uses both, but the depths of it will always be shown through actions. Words he uses for casual, friendly affection. Sha'an uses neither because he barely knows how to feel and recognise affection, let alone show it.

Confesses first / waits for confession : Easy one there : none of them ever confess ! at least, not in the sense of a "romantic confession" as we're used to. Screams about the bugs / squashes bugs with a shoe : They both squashes bugs with their shoes. Sha'an is technically a wild child who ran barefoot in the forest, and Ty a street urchin who slept in abandonned places. Bugs are not a problem.

Drives the car / can't drive lol : If they were in a world where cars exist, Ty would confidently road-trip with his friends or sister. Sha'an could be taught how to operate a car but would have zero knowledge of even the simplest roadsign and would be a danger to everybody himself included.

Can't cook for shit / makes dinner : Sha'an can't cook for shit as he never had to / never had a choice to learn or observe. He's fast at peeling and mincing though as it's a chore he did for a long time when he was a child / teen. Ty is reasonnably good at cooking, for his own sake because Miya is quite mediocre at it and generally do not care what she's eating as long as it's filling. Ty has taken upon himself to cook their meals whenever they're together since he learned how to in the House.

Dislikes PDA / loves PDA : Ty likes PDA because he loves doing whatever he wants wherever he wants. Skinship is one of his favourite ways to show his affection, as well as his possessiveness when he indulges in it. Sha'an, at the beginning of the story, doesn't register skin touch as conveyor of affection, and is left trying to infer the meaning each time, which doesn't help his anxiety. Way later in the story, he appreciates the touch but doesn't care about the public display part.

Overprotective / chill going : Ty is quite chill going, unless it comes to Miya and her hidden tendencies to carry out dangerous missions without what Ty deems as proper back-up. Ty has been banned from being "overprotective" of Miya until he can actually best Miya in hand-to-hand and armed combat, which hasn't stopped him griping even after he loses (which is every time). Sha'an is neither, because the idea that he could be in a position to say something about somebody's else choices is not a thing at the moment.

Has more relationship sexual experience / has NO relationship experience : Sha'an has the zeroest experience in sexual or relationship experience. [shrek "they don't even have dental" meme vibe :] He doesn't even know what friendship is ! Ty has a LOT of sexual experience, because he is a horny young adult and before that had been a horny teenager for a while. However he's not interested, at least for now, in romantic relantionships and is not pursuing them.

[Body silhouettes filled with colors (blue for Ty, orange for Sha'an)] Horny level : Ty filled in blue from toe to shoulders. This dude is HORNY horny. Sha'an silhouette is cut in two in a before / after way, and only his feet up to the knee is filled in orange in the 'after' half. I fucked up there cause it's actually much more than what he actually is, even wayyy down the line story wise. Sha'an has a long road ahead of him to reconnect with his body, and it's a good part of his arc. But even with that, he's just not that horny. Awkwardness level : Ty's feet are underlined in blue but that's all. This boy is very suave in social situations, have great physical grace, and just happens to not be perfect cause he's human and also still young. Sha'an's filled up to the knees : he's not actually awkward himself ; he juste makes situations or conversations awkward now that he's not evolving in the environnement he was raised for, where the etiquette, rules, and expected behaviours are completely different. Possessive level : Ty filled up to his hips. Ty is not particularly possessive about things, unless it's his. For actual things, it means his bed at the House and his room at Miya's, his daggers, and his necklace herited from Miya (who herself got it from her own mentor). For people it means Miya, and Sha'an after a long while. Sha'an filled up half of his feet. He is used to not own things for various reasons, and has learned to just let it go / to not see things as "his". He does however get the side possessiveness of 'this was given to me as a particular gift and by respect to this person i will not let it be taken back by anyone else not legitimate'.

And whoop whoop we're done ! As always with oc's, everything here is subject to changes, and also depends on when you are in the story ; but i'm still happy with this as of now :D (yes it says early '23 edition and was posted in december of 2023. i'm just that slow at doing creative things, but that's ok !)

[thevibrantcolor]

"the reason why most people think that the holocaust is the worst tragedy to happen to humanity i the modern are is because israel paid for it"

i'm sorry, but if you think that, not only are you a disgusting human being but i immediately doubt that you know anything about the holocaust.

much like the guy in the video, i do not believe in ranking tradgedies, but people making it a common talking point nowadays (i urge you to watch op's reblog with ppl's comments. i am personally too repulsed to reblog them) are fucking concerning, and often do it with the smug ignorance of knowing nothing at all.

real quick and without looking it up, name me a ghetto besides warsaw and a death camp besides auschwitz. hell, tell me what is auschwitz's full name. tell me what is the death march or the death trains, tell me why the gas chambers were even made, tell me what instigated kristallnacht, or what was the evian conference. tell me what jewish communities outside europe suffered from the holocaust. and if you can't answer me all of that, know that you know less than i did at 12.

(X)

i’m going to let this video speak for itself. bc i don’t even know what to say anymore. i don’t know how we come back from this level of radicalization among young people to the point where holocaust denial has become the norm.

[hunkydorkling]

Do I think now's a good time of day to second guess myself? Yeah.