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mysteroads · 2 months
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Chapter 7: Burned Fingers
Summary: After revealing painful realities to a room of hero students, Dabi and Toga arrive back at the dorms. But getting away from the students doesn't mean Dabi's escaped the demons in his own head.
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Oh fuck, Dabi realized, stomach twisting into a knot as he followed Toga down the stairs. Hawks. 
He’d have to tell Hawks.
Of course Hawks wouldn’t care, he’d understand, the hero knew all about surviving, but… Dabi blew out a small cloud of smoke laced with sparks, and steadied himself on the bannister rail. 
“It’s not the killing you’re worried about, is it?” a voice whispered in his ear, smelling like cheap booze and bringing memories of dull needles and crude fingers. His temperature spiked again until he fought it down. He was not going to fall apart. Not over something like this. Not just because he'd told a bunch of fresh faced brats a bitter truth. Definitely not because his little brother had been there, staring at him with a stricken expression. Would Natsuo look at him like that too? Would Rei? Would horror turn to disgust— 
He stopped that line of thinking right there, gripping the bannister so hard his hand seams began to ooze blood and the wood charred. What was it that Sako and Kurogiri had told him about? The breathing thing? Shit, he couldn't remember. Something about counting and breathing? Fuck. Whatever.
Dabi stayed on the stairs until he felt like he could talk without ripping his own skin off or bursting into flames.
Toga had gained a good lead on him and beat him to the kitchen, which was fine by him. Jin already had her in a full on bear hug, and was crying, because he was the worst sympathetic crier Dabi had ever met before Izuku Midoriya. It had been funny as hell the first time Midoriya started crying, which set Jin off, which got Midoriya crying harder… Shigaraki had shared the video with all of 1-A and it had gone viral through the school. Today, though, the sound of Jin's cartoonish wailing and Toga's muffled sobs grated on his nerves, and he felt the ghost of three pairs of cold little hands tugging on his shirt, begging for attention as they cried just as hard.
“What happened?” Sako asked, setting aside the knife he’d been using to cut celery. Spinner and Hawks looked just as stunned. 
Dabi ignored their stares and went to a window, opened it, and pulled out another cigarette. He started to light it, but his quirk flared and he had to stop, so he just put it in his mouth. Left the window open, though, because smoke was starting to seep out from his seams and setting off the fire alarm would be icing on top of this already shitty day. 
In short sentences, he told them what happened, and both Spinner and Sako pulled out their phones, probably to text Magne and Kurogiri respectively. That would get a fast response. Kurogiri was the younger member's shadow dad, but that just meant Shigaraki was his first kid. Dabi didn't know if it was because the nomu had been created for Shigaraki, or if Kurogiri just really did love their bratty boss, but he always felt a tiny bit envious of their relationship either way.
Hawks came over to Dabi, pretty gold eyes filled with worry. He tried to get up a smile for his bird, but guessed he didn't do a very good job because the worry just got worse. Hawks tentatively reached up, probably to run his talons through Dabi's hair, but Dabi shook his head. “Not right now, birdie,” he said quietly. “I’m running hot. Could burn you.”
Hawks lowered his hand and nodded, eyes still fixed on Dabi’s. “Whatever you need.”
That calm acceptance of a boundary leeched away some of Dabi's tension, and the knot in his stomach loosened. He'd thank a god if he believed in the bastards.
Of course, the universe in general was ever prepared to throw spitballs at him, so that was the moment Kurogiri chose to open a portal into the kitchen. He liked to arrive before 1-A got back, to let the hiccups settle in first, but this was earlier than usual. Probably the expected fast response to the texts from Sako and Spinner. Dabi’s assumption was confirmed when the first thing out of Kurogiri’s invisible mouth was, “Where is Tomura Shigaraki? Is he upstairs?”
Held on Magne’s hip, little Kana looked around with her big red eyes, the same shape and color as her father’s. Aisho too glanced around, expecting to see Shigaraki. She was a female copy of Aizawa in miniature, including the deceptively uncaring expression on her angel face. That neutral expression turned pinched and unhappy when she realized that Tomura wasn't in the kitchen. He had only missed one of their returns from Kurogiri’s ‘class’ in the nearly two months they’d been at UA, and had felt horribly guilty over it. He’d sworn not to miss another without a very good reason. The girls trusted that promise, and knew "a good reason" probably meant something bad had happened.
Eri, adorable and quiet as Aisho, took the smaller girl’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Seeing those two hands clasped tight, and that head of white hair, made something else twist in Dabi’s chest. 
Why couldn’t the past just die?  
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atissi · 4 months
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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).
given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)
but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:
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blueboyluca · 11 months
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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
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frownyalfred · 1 year
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“this is a compilation of all of my fics from different fandoms—”
Make them separate fics. I’m begging you. I can’t keep scrolling past that one fic with 115 fandoms and 75 chapters of one-sentence drabbles. I can’t.
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psychlocke · 11 days
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i may be skeptical abt labru, but there's no denying how much laios is on kabru's mind jfc
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hajihiko · 2 months
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Nice night 🌘
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itsmeimcathy · 2 years
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kasieli · 11 months
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Hear me out: MC and Seb exploring the underwater caves together
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theonewhowails · 5 months
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silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is
bonus? lmao
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glowingsand · 2 years
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Every day she wakes up to slander him
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twobluep · 1 year
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once upon a dream
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buttercupshands · 28 days
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can you even call it a warm up if I'm going to bed without drawing anything big
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and a sketch I made while sitting in the park today
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fleetways · 8 months
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Chapter 25: To Us
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ruporas · 1 year
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drank too much
[ID: Digital Art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash’s body is turned slightly away from the viewer as he holds a staggering Wolfwood by his shoulder. He has one foot ahead of the other, the foot in the back used to stabilize himself from tipping over. Wolfwood is tethering into Vash, his weight pressed into him with his arms wrapped around Vash’s waist and his face is hidden away as he leans against Vash’s shoulder. Vash’s expression can be seen, his eyes wide and mouth tight-lipped, and his face is flushed red. A speech bubble comes out from Wolfwood, saying a drawled “Spikeyyy...”. The background are desaturated pastels of blue and green, showing night time, as they stand in the middle of an empty street that is also lit by the moon not depicted. Yellow light is seen coming from the inside of a saloon. End ID]
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enden-agolor · 2 months
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thanks for giving recovery 600 kudos, that is actually crazy?? i will never understand how this fic became so successful but i'm seriously so honored, so here's some quick little doodles <:D
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lucky-fy · 27 days
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For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)
I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).
The general pitch is as follows :
AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.
In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.
They bond :)
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