❝ah! hello, dabi! we haven’t seen you in a few days, where have you been, dear? ❞ he greets, a BRIGHT smile on his face beneath the exterior of the theatrical mask.
‘just . . . for the surroundings .’he says words that widen his lungs of those suffocated asking for the still rhythm , thorax box empties with this heavy sigh from the nostrils . tired . exhausted . he would not show escape between dark circles that have been hidden . ‘ what about you ? in some mission ? ’
i am the man for which no GOD waits, but for which the whole world YEARNS. i’m marked by darkness and by BLOOD, and one thousand powder burns. - o’malley’s bar, nick cave and the bad seeds. // art by sui ishida.
❛ BOO. THAT’S BORING.❜ the retort slips off like an insensitive response. you’ve unlearned safety : word’s stripped off you like backbone on a dying lamb, found in a slaughterhouse, butcher being the epitome of life’s cruelty. all you want to taste is risk, risk, risk and risk. the blood feels too good splattered on flesh, and flesh looks too boring if it’s not split open like your rotting carrion.
❛ hey——– i’m here. evasion’s basically my prime goal, that’s why i was let in the league in the first place.❜ smirk, like it’s all a game. (it’s always been a game. kill or be killed— that’s the only rules we’re playing with.)
❛ C’MON, DABI. WE DIDN’T WALKall the way here to deal with nothing, didn’t we?❜ a wolf’s always after sheep, after all.
❛ it’d be a waste to come back and tell ‘em we did nothing.❜
it was on these towers high , he stands out , an arrow has spit :irritation , it doesn't go unnoticed . thin dark eyebrow hits top of his forehead , extended upper lip , half sinister / irritate smile . think about losing calm , your calm . CALM . this night hasn't happened what so much has been desired , today again , it has not . does exasperation claim ? no . broken dreams piled up in a glass had gotten & alcohol has drowned . it has no shadow or hands , & in the light the body amazes . presence that nothing leaves behind his steps . however , he doesn't care . OH , patience he must have . he should be praised for enduring nonsense that he hears every day . maniacs should be stunned & anonymous , throw their bones . go crazy next to the wild waves of fire .your interior :inhale & exhale quietly , boy . knot in the throat doesn't want to swallow damn prayer he has heard .
❝ listen , you ,little psychopath . ❞ he approached with a dominant & threatening look . ENOUGH TO LISTEN TO THESE SHIT . it's the reason or idiocy impulse . die or live . ❝ stop saying nonsense , it pisses me off . sometimes things don't go as you want & you must accept it . if you behave like an idiot & go after them you will die . these things aren't simple as they seem . if you want to die well , do it , go after them but if you really want to achieve your goal then use your damn head & reason , idiot . ❞
i love your dabi so much! i enjoy following you and you seem so lovely. your blog is beautiful and you make me really interested in the character! it's always gr8 to see writers who are passionate about their muses and express it!
WHAT ? you … i can't feel my heartbeat anymore , i mean this is so cute ? i'm really crying ! it makes happy a lot that you are interested in dabi because yeah , he is great & i love him so much . that is the best thing on writing characters that you really love that others begin to feel a great interest is perfect ! it means a lot to me , thank you so much for this , what a lovely anon ! ❤
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
a reborn among ashes knows well about rebuilding broken bones they tried to break .they believed that he was only a fragile child , easy to break like a glass in contact with the ground , like a mirror broken into a thousand pieces condemning to see its disastrous reflection . he only feels shame & condemns his weak past . now , he laughs & feels compliments of jokes . ❝ the subject about my burns aren't of your concern . ❞