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haybuhay · 2 days

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 20 hours

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Tomura and Dabi both telling Toga she doesn't have to get a villain name if she doesn't want one hits even harder when you finally remember the circumstances of their own villain names.

Tomura got assigned a villain name because he was turned into a villain against his will. He didn't get to choose his identity, he didn't get to choose his destiny. Someone else came to him and then changed him until he couldn't recognize himself in the mirror anymore.

Dabi was rejected by his father over and over and over again. It's not like he wanted to deny who he was, in fact, he wanted to use it as a weapon and that's why he got a villain name. Dabi is more like the manifestation of all his trauma and grief. Dabi is a reminder, a scar and a story to tell.

See their arguments against the villain naming yourselves and get some free analysis about it:

From right to left*

Dabi:

(Villain names are) stupid. That's just some crowd-pleasing crap. A holdover from before the quirk registration system.

Dabi is the first to mention the origins of the hero and villain naming convections. Before there was order in their society, people needed names to identify their powers.

He's also aware that taking a villain name is done to both appeal to the public and oneself. See how Mr. Compress mentions that a villain name gives you class, or how Twice and Spinner seem to get it as a matter of being cool.

Touya himself knew he picked the name Dabi for the show. He's not particularly attached to it and he doesn't even defend his name when Compress decides to criticize it. Being Dabi is just a tactic.

Tomura:

There basically used to be no differences between heroes and villains. One story says... The alias stuff started when you'd have an anonymous enemy and you needed to call them something. From there, some decided to adopt those very nicknames to hide their identities.

Assuming another identity —like a new skin— was a matter of survival.

At some point, they went all-in with code names, ripped straight from comic books. According to this theory, it all started with people announcing themselves by those aliases, that's why the world's turned into a comic book.

Anyway, I'm good. (The names can be cool and all, but eh).

The rest assumes that Tomura has always been Tomura Shigaraki (even after hearing during MVA his confession about his past). In truth, you see he doesn't want a villain name. Like Toga, he rejected the idea when it was suggested.

Mr. Comic Book Fan #1 (AFO) was the one who gave Tomura his name and we all know what he did with those words. Similar to Touya's intention with the name Dabi, AFO hid Tenko Shimura so he could later use his identity as a weapon against All Might.

It was a matter of survival for Touya and Tenko alike. No one could know they were a Todoroki and a Shimura. That new identity prevented little Tenko from being found and allowed Touya the freedom to plot his revenge.

It's very important to me that they are the ones who tell Toga she doesn't need a villain name. She is good as she is, she must be able to live as she is too. Somehow, they protect her in her choice of not picking a skin to hide behind.

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bevzzz · 3 days

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— heavenly.

— cigarettes after sex with Touya Todoroki.

♪ would recommend you to listen to heavenly by cigarettes after sex while reading this <3

lup. dup. lup. dup. the rhythm of his steady humming heartbeat cradled my ears. i was nestled in between his legs, back leaned against his firm toned chest. his one hand gently played with my fingertips, occasionally his own black painted nails coming into view, tracing patterns onto my palm. it almost felt as though he was trying to memorize every shape and curve and line. the other hand barely held the cigarette as it loosely hung between his long pale fingers.

the scent of his musky cologne and nicotine had consumed your senses, a light soothing hum buzzing in your head. you loved the way it overpowered the endless train of negative thoughts that had taken a liking to you. you blinked when the song shifted. despite them all sounding quite similar, this one was probably your favourite. you smiled warmly, nestling your head against the crook of his neck, getting more comfortable. he somehow managed to hug you even closer, despite his hands being occupied.

this was probably your second favourite thing about lovemaking with Touya. after the lovemaking of course. both of you basking in the pure afterglow, smoking while listening to your cigarettes after sex playlist on repeat to the both of your heart's content. you gently tapped your toes against the cool marble surface, enjoying the music's slow beats. he lit another cigarette for you, gently lifting it to your lips. no words were exchanged as you simply kissed his jaw as a 'thank you' as you took it from his hand. he hummed in response, voice sweet and deep like pouring honey.

his fingers finally came to a halt as he intertwined his fingers with yours. his silver rings gleamed despite the darkness as he then wrapped that arm around your waist, resting it against the bump under your tummy. the familiar yet dreamy smell of your shampoo and lotion clouded his mind as he subconsciously gave your hand a squeeze. he kissed your neck tenderly as you inhaled the nicotine and sighed at the smoothness that now once again flooded your system. the smoke left your slightly dry lips and turned into pretty picturesque wisps before disappearing into the monsoon air.

the thunder rolling outside was faded into the hazy background, yet still completely comforted you to the core. there was little to no rain but the sky was a deep shade of grey. it was just the way he liked it. and at this point, you did too. the glass window felt pleasantly cold against your knee that rested against it. from the way the trees swayed violently with the wind, it must be quite windy. it almost made you want to go out and feel it on your skin. almost. you wouldn't trade the world for what you were in right now. an asteroid would crash on the earth and you wouldn't spare a glance in it's direction. nothing could compare to this. just the two of you, and the purring of your cat, who was in deep slumber against your thigh.

this was your safe space. he was your safe space. your one and only home. where you've always belonged. your own little heaven.