Spoopy Season Safety

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

social media has evolved into such a voyeuristic spectacle over the last five to ten years its truly shocking to me like excluding tumblr 90% of the explore pages on other apps is just videos of peoples faces set to music or people talking directly to the camera etc etc......by contrast on tumblr there is still a sort of sheen of anonymity based on how its formatted and usually when you interact with a post you read or watch the content first and then learn the users identity second by clicking on their profile ie the dash is not just a wall of people filming themselves unless its a repost......i remember even only a couple of years ago there was a distinction between people who were influencers and got paid to film themselves 24/7 for instagram but now its like every average person on reels/tiktok is performing the same kind of theater for free......i cant imagine what that would do to your psyche long term

I wanna see this ver of shigaraki shirtless. I like his abs and all… but skinny, slutty waisted shigaraki.. it just does smth for me I can’t explain

I see a lot of ppl saying shigaraki would be chubby, and I like the idea, but in canon I feel he would be real skinny. He doesn’t take care of himself and seems the type to not be bothered to eat unless he has to.

shigaraki headcanons/canons

i put /canons bc some of these are canon (i will specify with an *) i just wanted to mention them

loves ginger ale and green tea*

doesn't like drinking. he's drank a few times but always ends up over doing it and getting delusional. same with other substances, he hasn't done super hard shit but whatever he's tried he takes way too much (not even on purpose lmao)

used to play PvP but raged to much and broke his monitor so he plays simulation games*. still plays the occasional shooter or multiplayer game with spinner though

doesn't listen to music a lot but definitely likes metal and game ost. also that shitty dubstep from old youtube outros he used to watch when he was younger. kinda listens to whatever though

he's actually a chill ass friend to have he has his moments of course but he's down for whatever and surprisingly nice to be around

he's one of those people that wants his personal space but also will share a bed with anyone like he just doesn't care

he's a decent cook. kurogiri would cook for him most of the time but he knows how to make basic shit. you definitely won't catch him in the kitchen a lot though lmao

on that note he has set the oven on fire a couple times

his gaming chair is peeling so bad

savory > sweet

says gaming shit like "pwned" "nerf" along with all the other gaming lingo we've heard in the show before lmao

dry ass texter

very blunt doesn't hide how he feels but he's not a bitch about it (well sometimes he is)

also not embarrassed about anything ever

you could walk in on him taking a piss and he'll just be mad that you didn't knock but literally doesn't care you saw him pissing

the way to get close to this man is through gaming. mention playing literally any game and later he's challenging you in smash or something. you're besties now.

such a bad sleep schedule. doesn't even have a normal time to sleep at all he usually just naps whenever he can/wants

would always sneak out as a teen and walk around. wouldn't even do anything crazy he just wanted to walk around and eavesdrop on ppl on the streets (ok maybe that's weird)

has a pc set up, switch, DS, and playstation

never turns his mic on when gaming but still cusses people out

isn't scared of anything. kind of due to numbing from trauma tbh. obviously he has emotions and concerns about things but not necessarily fear

whenever I hear “pretty boy” the first person I think about is Shigaraki Tomura

they’re synonyms

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

hi!!! do you have any general recommendations for where to go to find cool internet radio stations and the like? they sound cool!

if you're looking for a site to skim through for new stations, internet-radio is pretty handy these days, as is fmstream. for more specific stations, to drop a few at random,

Fantasy Radio - italodisco, generally speaking. trends older, as comes with the territory

ampedOut - industrial + noise + EBM + IBM

Radio Horyzont - chill and ambient mostly

Jungletrain - jungle + dnb

Different Drumz - double up on dnb

Numanme Radio - new wave and stuff that's close enough to where you won't get in much trouble for calling it new wave

Moon Mission - ken sekiguchi's techno/trance/electro/etc radio

DKFM - shoegaze of several varieties

funkot.net - are! you! reaaaaaady!

SomaFM - a bunch of variety stations in a trenchcoat pretending to be one station, there's something of interest to basically everyone here

VKNET Radio - normal radio, but the name should tip you off to the vibe here

asia DREAM radio - there's some good variety here, but if you're into japanese hip hop and jrock, it's a mandatory peep

Sanctuary Radio - dark electro and other mallgoth fun

GothVille Radio - like Sanctuary but much more broadly playing "stuff goths are into" in a way I tend to prefer

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

𖤐 synopsis: it’s tomura’s birthday! so what better way than to celebrate it with him?

𖤐 trigger warnings: fluff!

𖤐 pairing: shigaraki tomura x gender neutral! reader

The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you checked the time once more: 11:47 PM, April 3rd. In just thirteen minutes, it would officially be Shigaraki Tomura's birthday. You smiled to yourself, knowing he probably didn't expect anyone to remember—least of all you, considering how your relationship had begun.

Your mind drifted back to your first encounter with the League of Villains' leader. It wasn't exactly a meet-cute; more like a collision of worlds that neither of you had anticipated. Yet somehow, against all odds, a connection had formed between you—tentative at first, then undeniable as time went on.

Shigaraki was asleep in the next room. You had convinced him to let you stay over tonight with some flimsy excuse about apartment renovations, hiding your true intentions. The cake was hidden in the back of his refrigerator, a small vanilla affair with minimal decoration—anything too elaborate would have aroused his suspicion. The gift, wrapped in simple black paper, was tucked away in your overnight bag.

The minutes ticked by. 11:55 PM.

You slipped out of the guest room and padded quietly to the kitchen. The hideout was silent except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. You removed the cake from its hiding spot and placed a single candle in the center. No need for twenty-something candles; Shigaraki wouldn't appreciate the fire hazard anyway.

11:59 PM.

Heart pounding, you lit the candle and carefully made your way to his bedroom door. You balanced the cake in one hand and knocked softly with the other.

"What?" His voice came through the door, alert despite the hour. Of course he wasn't asleep. When did Shigaraki ever sleep properly?

"Can I come in?" you called softly.

A pause, then: "Fine."

You pushed open the door with your foot to find him sitting up in bed, the harsh light of a gaming console illuminating his face. His pale blue hair was messier than usual, falling haphazardly around his face. His red eyes widened slightly at the sight of you holding the cake.

"Happy birthday," you said, smiling as the digital clock on his nightstand clicked over to 12:00 AM.

He stared at you, then at the cake, his expression unreadable. "How did you know?"

You entered the room fully, setting the cake down on his desk. "I have my sources," you replied with a mysterious smile. In truth, you had overheard Kurogiri mentioning it to Dabi weeks ago and had been planning this moment ever since.

"You didn't have to do this," he muttered, but you noticed he didn't take his eyes off the cake.

"I wanted to." You sat on the edge of his bed. "Make a wish?"

Shigaraki scoffed, but he set aside his console and moved to the desk. "Wishes are for children."

"Humor me?"

He gave you a look that might have been intimidating to anyone else, but you'd grown accustomed to his attempts to appear disinterested. With an exaggerated sigh, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one quick breath.

"What did you wish for?" you asked.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," he replied sarcastically, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Isn't that how the superstition goes?"

You laughed and retrieved your gift from your bag. "Here. It's not much, but..."

Shigaraki took the package with surprising gentleness. His fingers worked carefully at the wrapping paper, methodically removing it without tearing it—so different from his usual destructive tendencies. Inside was a custom controller for his favorite gaming system, matte black with hand-painted details that matched his aesthetic.

"I noticed your current one was getting worn out," you explained when he didn't immediately respond. "And I added some modifications that should improve the response time for those games you like."

He turned the controller over in his hands, examining it from every angle. "You made this?"

You nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. "Do you like it?"

Instead of answering, he set the controller down carefully and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Why do you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Care." The word seemed to cost him something to say. "About me. About my birthday. About any of this."

You moved closer to him, brave in the quiet darkness of the early morning. "Because you matter to me, Tomura. Because everyone deserves to be remembered on their birthday."

"Even villains?" There was a challenge in his voice, but also vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to hear.

"Especially you." You reached for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. "The world might see Shigaraki Tomura, leader of the League of Villains. But I see you."

Something shifted in his expression then, the hardness momentarily giving way to something softer, more human. He squeezed your hand gently.

"Thank you," he said, the words coming out slightly stiff, as if he wasn't used to saying them—which he probably wasn't.

You smiled and reached for the cake. "Now, do you want to eat this, or should I have gone with the ice cream option instead?"

He gave you one of his rare, genuine half-smiles. "Cake is fine. But only because you went to the trouble."

As you cut slices for both of you, you caught him looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite decipher—something between wonder and confusion, as if he couldn't quite believe you were really there, celebrating his birthday with him at midnight.

"What?" you asked, handing him a slice.

"Nothing," he said, taking the cake. Then, more quietly: "Just... no one's done this for me in a long time."

Your heart ached at the implication. How many birthdays had he spent alone? How many years had passed without anyone marking the occasion?

"Well," you said, keeping your tone light despite the emotion welling in your chest, "get used to it. I plan on celebrating many more birthdays with you."

His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he nodded once, a barely perceptible movement.

"I might not hate that," he admitted, which from Shigaraki was practically a declaration of affection.

You ate cake together in comfortable silence, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the world continued to turn, heroes and villains alike sleeping through the first hours of April 4th, unaware of this quiet moment between you and the man society had deemed irredeemable.

But you knew better. Here, in this space you'd created together, he wasn't the villain from the news reports. He was just Tomura, eating birthday cake at midnight, occasionally glancing at you as if to reassure himself you were still there.

Later, as dawn approached and you both grew tired, you found yourself curled against his side, his arm tentatively around your shoulders as you watched him play with his new controller.

"Best birthday?" you asked sleepily.

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. Then, so softly you almost missed it:

"Yes."

And as you drifted off to sleep beside him, you knew that whatever tomorrow held—whatever plans the League had, whatever conflicts awaited—you had given Shigaraki Tomura this one perfect moment. A birthday to remember.

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uwwwaaaaaa im digging my own grave of grief just b a r e l y skimming thru other blogs analysis of mha and how shit the wrap up was and im so heartbroken over tomura once more orz