Listening to Dabi’s VA talk about why he and fans always tend to be drawn to villains while Shigaraki’s (and Idia’s) VA “cheekily” ribs him the whole time is oddly adorable and I need more of this in my life:
Me: *comes back pissed from working WAY later than he should have* Oh shit, the Oscars were today? AND Will Smith won best actor? Well, damn, good for-(reads the rest of the article)…him… .____o;
…Well, damn, anything to make the Oscars remotely more interesting, right? (:’
Sending anyone anywhere that you don’t know messages that start with “hi” and nothing else is going to result in a blank messenger, and at worst, a block. Repeatedly sending “hi” or asking random questions is also gonna result in the same. Most of us aren’t looking to just chat or indulge direct kink content for people in private. Some of us do that with friends we’re already very familiar with, not strangers and have no interest in doing so with strangers.
Similarly, nobody likes being asked “do u rp?” Unless they actively post requesting RP partners, just assume that the person in question doesn’t RP, and don’t keep pressing it.
We make kink content because we enjoy it and we like that there’s audience of people who enjoy it as well. Interactions don’t have to extend beyond the ask inbox. To put it into context, because I’ve had to explain this multiple times to people who eventually ended up blocked, lemme paint you a scenario:
You’re in the grocery store, minding your own business, listening to music, shopping and carrying on. And then some random person walks up to you and says “hi.” You don’t know them. You don’t know their intent and you have no idea why on gods green earth this person is interacting with you when you just want to listen to Celldweller in peace. Suppose just to be cordial you just wave back and say “hi” in response. Then, they start asking you all of these questions that you would much rather not be answering. Even if they’re harmless enough, you don’t want to be engaging with this person, and you don’t want them suddenly acting all buddy-buddy with you because you have no clue who they are, and are perfectly okay with that.
The internet gives us ambiguity and as such, far too many assume that means they have cart blanche to do away with basic social etiquette. They do not. Whether in real life or online, you always want to treat others how you want to be treated. If you wouldn’t go up random strangers and try and engage with them in person, then you shouldn’t do so with people online either. It may seem harmless, but it creates an awkward situation that no one wants to be in. Trust me, no matter the content creator, nobody likes that, and nobody is going to start striking a full conversation with anyone who does that.
Which also, finally, leads to a last major point…under no circumstances should anyone anywhere, EVER, send nudes or lewds unsolicited. Don’t assume that just because we make kink content and some of it can be steamy that we want to just find that stuff in our inboxes. Whatever we seek out, let us do so on our own. And DAMN sure don’t expose yourselfto us directly.
I got an idea to write out a flashback scene between Dabi and Mr. Compress after @fungusfangs came up with an interesting scene; Dabi cauterizing Mr. Compress’ arm after it got blown up by Chisaki. So I ended up making a fic that was sort of based on the fun drawing she made and sort of ended up being a little more feelsy in the end.
Dabi’s face was hard to read.
…Granted it was always hard to read due to his scarred patchwork flesh but this was different.
“…Unnnf…s-shouldn’t you be with Tomura and the others? Ngh…n-no doubt they're…owww…ngh…n-no doubt they’re strategizing as we speak…” Mr. Compress could barely speak. Even with his sad faced mask on Dabi could hear him clenching his teeth from the mindnumbing pain. He grasped at the now bandaged stump where his arm used to be. His bicep was still pulsating from the ruptured nerve ends now severed. Compress’ breathing was visibly hitched and shaky.
His yellow shirt was only halfway on with his right arm still in his sleeve. His left arm…or what was left of it was left exposed. It rendered him mostly bare chested but he still insisted on keeping something on. The masks on the other hand he slipped back on more out of shame. Something about throwing up at the smell of his own flesh cooking from Dabi’s cauterizing was more than a bit embarrassing for the villain who had already lost more than his fair share that night.
Dabi cracked his jokes throughout. He even lightly ribbed Compress about no one ever being able to anticipate the smell of their own flesh burning. A horrid sickly sweet smell Dabi himself was probably more familiar with than literally anyone alive today.
But even when he joked there was something ‘forced’ about it.
After all Mr. Compress wasn’t a fighter. Sleight of hand and evasion were his tricks of the trade. That was going to be a lot harder with only one hand now…
Dabi exhaled through his small nostrils. He slid down into a hunched position next to Mr. Compress. His sky blue eyes remained laser focused on the stump he just cauterized not too long ago. Dabi’s fingers twitched as they usually did when he was lost in thought.
“…Dabi?” Compress spoke up.
“…Well least you ain’t cryin’,” Dabi finally said in a casual and deceptively snarky way.
“D-Do you have any idea what it’s like to…” Mr. Compress’ complaining trailed off when he glanced at Dabi's…everything. Even Dabi couldn’t help but raise a brow with a sly smirk that seemed to say 'please finish that thought’.
Compress spared himself that indignity.
“…A-At any rate I wasn’t crying, thank you very much. Merely howling in agony. Big difference…”
“Whatever you say ol’ man,” Dabi said then he smirked. “But next time you give me shit for gettin’ nauseous, ya better remember tonight.”
Mr. Compress shuddered and held a fist against his masked mouth.
“…Hrp…p-please don’t remind me…” Mr. Compress insisted after giving a small nauseous burp in his mouth. Just the thought of his arm burning and that damn smell emanating made his stomach turn all over again.
Still even with his continued teasing Dabi’s eyes never averted away from the bandaged stump.
Dabi always used his patchwork face to his advantage. It gave him an impossible to read expression unless he was being especially snarky or downright malicious. Dabi’s neutral expression was deadpanned as it got.
But it was the eyes that tended to give him away. Compress saw something in Dabi’s eyes. It was the same thing he saw in Jin’s eyes after the meeting with that bastard Yakuza boss went so bad.
…It almost looked like...guilt…
“…Y-You know…Dabi…” Compress tried to speak without too much pain being etched onto his voice. “…Those red little bullets of his…they got to me before I could use my quirk on that Chisaki mongrel. He had his gunmen trained on us before the meeting even happened. Lurking and waiting. They would’ve gotten to you long before you could burn him to cinders…”
Dabi said nothing.
“M-My point is…this…what happened to Magne…y-you can’t-”
“-Dude…you don’t seriously think I blame myself for what happened to you and her do ya?” Dabi asked with a soft scoff. “You said it yourself. It all happened so fast right? So my being there wouldn’t have changed anything.”
“…R-Right. Exactly!” Mr. Compress said assuringly. But despite what Dabi just said Compress could still see in his eyes what he was really feeling.
“…Tch. You’re soft ol man. Actin’ like I care about any of you guys. Gimme a break. I told ya didn’t I? Y'all are just a means to an end. Nothin’ more…nah…nothin’ at all…” Dabi said in a way that sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Compress.
He sat himself down next to the older more theatrical villain.
“…She was…pretty cool though…”
Mr. Compress nodded quietly.
“…There was that one night my gut was such a mess I was pukin’ all night…”
“…That is…unfortunately…far more than one night,” Mr. Compress replied in a delightfully sickened way.
“Ain’t my fault my body hates me. But anyway. She not only stayed with me that whole night, but she even wrapped me up in a blanket'n cuddled close…rubbin’ my back'n strokin’ my head all comforting'n shit…she…she didn’t hafta do that…ain’t like she owed me anything…”
“Toga and Jin didn’t call her 'Big Sister Mag’ for nothing after all,” Mr. Compress said fondly with the pain in his voice somewhat dimmed.
Dabi was quiet again.
“…She wasn’t my friend or nothin’ but…I’m gonna miss her…”
Mr. Compress’ mask covered his facial expressions but he was genuinely taken aback listening to Dabi speak the softest he’d ever heard him speak before. His eyes were drifting down to the ground. Compress was starting to think that if he still had functioning tear ducts…Dabi might have started tearing up if he could…
The two men sat there on the ground together with Compress still squirming from the pain he was enduring. Then he looked back at Dabi and managed as close to a stiff upper lip as he could manage.
“…Y-You really should get back to Tomura. That boy hates repeating himself and no doubt his plans are going to be very layered and detailed,” Mr. Compress insisted.
“Nahhh…” Dabi said in a more casual way. “You ain’t there either so the boss is gonna be repeatin’ himself regardless. Won’t make a difference if he’s just repeatin’ his plans t'you or both of us at the same time…and…if I’ve learned anything from her…it’s never leave a teammate alone and in pain, y'know?”
Despite the sheer amount of pain wracking his body…Mr. Compress smiled softly behind his mask at Dabi.
“…Thank you…”
“Whatever ol’ man. Just don’t expect me to cuddle ya the way she did for me,” Dabi said with a scoff while he got comfortable next to Compress.
The two men once again sat in silence but there was more comfort in their shared silence this time.
I’m sorry I won’t be able to post as much and be as active! In 165 Days I PROMISE ON ALL THE STUFFIES, I will be extremely active and I will make up for time I miss. Thank you <3
