Roseytheangel - Roseyyyyy

I looked at the other three in sympathy before chuckling and smiling at them politely.

Do they want anything either?

Hey!! Sorry I haven’t spoken in a while haha- was busy with stuff. I hope everyone is doing well!! I got a cafe now too, I’ll bring pastries next time!

(Ooc- sorry I haven’t spoken to you in a while!! How are youuu)

id bet eri would love some treats, do you happen to have caramel apple flavored things? -🐈⬛ or just.. mm give them all to mmmeee -🎤+☁+🐱🌑

🐍//im good! just swamped with school

Oh- no no it’s completely ok! I don’t mind, I’m here to help!

*the door opens up and Chiu/Negative Sable walks inside and up to the counter.*

“Hello again Miss Angel!.. Can I have some tea please?”

Rose pauses to turn and look at Chiu before smiling

Ah yes! Come in come in! How are you?

Aldera?

I paused and looked at the two before thinking to myself.. that’s only a couple of streets from there.. huh. I could make a quick visit..

*the door opens up and Chiu/Negative Sable walks inside and up to the counter.*

“Hello again Miss Angel!.. Can I have some tea please?”

Rose pauses to turn and look at Chiu before smiling

Ah yes! Come in come in! How are you?

I’ll bring the coffee and pastries just get a time and place

The blaze hounds are testing my patience so hard

Like fuck off and leave my kids alone

Of course you would. That’ll be 700 yen.

Oof, I'm starving for something sweet

Sigh

What do you want?

Hey everyone!

Merry Christmas!

I need ideas for fics n stuff I want to write and I’ll continue doing the portal hoppers au don’t worry.

My ask box is open so PLEASE give me ideas!

Wow!! Those are really cool! May I talk about my oc?

🐍:yo, you wanna hear abt my headcanons for canon characters or OCs

I’ll be honest. Yes! I’d love to!!

Sorry for being gone for years! I’m back though!

Anyways here is villain!

Name: Shadow igichi natomako

Age: when they “died” around 17. 34

Quirk(s):

Detonate: Anything they touch they will be able to make explode on will, has a timer of how long they can do it- like a bomb.

Shapeshifter: can transform into a person although does need info (a picture or a quick description)

Description:

- before -

A slim, tall girl with long beautiful peach coloured hair, her skin was pale and dotted with freckles that covered all but her dark grey eyes and rosey lips. Around 4’11.

- after -

A muscly 7ft beast, usually wearing all black or military. Inside, a scarred face with two milky and whitened eyes with the same rosey lips. The freckles mostly scratched off as her scars ruined most of her face.

Backstory-

🔔TRIGGER WARNING!!🔔

Cannibalism

Gore

Abuse/ harm

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As a Young child, around the age of six Ichigi was a happy and quite shy girl. Always adorned by her fellow villagers in the village of Aogashima. A village that accepted “normal” people. When she gained her quirk of shapeshifting the village called her a monster, despised her. Her family, who used to see her as their pride and joy, were nothing short of humiliated. Embarrassed of their freak of a daughter. She was hit and abused, shove and forgotten, locked away and “lost” their keys.

One day was too far, she had finished an art piece of hers, a passion of hers. She loved to paint and test colours, adored it even. She walked home to find her art supplies destroyed and black art dotted around all over with stick people and other random doodles. It was clear her younger sister, anamori, had done something. She was only five at the time. Igichi was enraged and snapped at her sister, a petty argument breaking out as fists were drawn and insults were thrown. It was only when her mother came in to stop them did the fighting cease.

She was locked in her room with nothing but a pen and some paper to write an apology letter. Days had passed before she was freed and let go. Her parents got worse on her too, snide comments with small “playful” hits on the head. After that day she couldn’t handle it:

Igichi lay in her bed, staring at her hands as the hustle and bustle of the floor below rung quietly in her ears. She had the twitches again, ichigi’s father -futakuro- walked in and handed her food, a small sandwich with a salad and drink on the side. She looked up and stared at her father as she reached out to grab his hand.

Boom

That hand was gone in an instant, all that remained was blood and the bones scattered all over. The skin splattered against the wall as igichi flinched from her father’s otherworldly shriek, loud and pain consumed.. a dark satisfaction grew.. it sounded like music to her tiny child brain. She smiled down at him, a twisted sadistic grin. That was not igichi.. it was a dark shadow of what was once a sweet and innocent girl.

Futakuro fell to the floor, clutching his hand as it was a baby or an injured child as he tried shuffling away. Slowly shaking his head in fear, he mumbled, “What happened to you..?”

The little girl giggled, the giggling slowly ascending to laughter, slow and insane as she stared at the crumbled man infront of her. Ichigi slowly drifted forward, her whole body losing its sense as she reached her hand out, looking at the old man with a grin. The grin of a fed up girl.

Ichigi gently touched her father’s legs, tracing a finger up to his abdomen. Smiling that cold smile that her very father feared. Futakuro closed his eyes in feared anticipation as he laid in wait.. nothing. Silence filled the room, the only noise was her father’s heavy breathing and shaky whimpers. Ichigi’s father slowly opened his eyes, raising his furrowed eyebrows as he stared at his soon to be killer.

“Wh-what.. you- you ha-“ That was all Futakuro could mutter before a pained scream escaped his dry, bloodied lips. Blood splattered his torso as his stomach exploded, guts and blood flying around the room. Painting the room like some sort of sick canvas. She watched him, writhing around in pain as his breath slowed and distorted, like a broken VHS tape. Soon as she heard a door open ichigi’s face dropped, freezing as the clarity of her recent bloodlust hit her right on the head. Her eyes teared up, her hands felt numb, her lips and throat dryer than the desert.

Ichigi paused, looking around frantically for something- anything to help her. Desperate and fearful of the consequences she kneeled next to her father and dug into his stomach, tearing at the organs as her teeth crushed down what they could in desperation. The pounding of her heart and the feet running up the stairs sounding like drums in her ears as she chewed, more and more desperate.

What her mother saw was something out of a horror story: Ichigi sat over her dead father, bloody face with wide eyes as she chewed on his liver. Tears welled up as Ichigi saw her mother notice her.

“You monster..” She mumbled, slowly backing away from her sobbing daughter as she reached out to her. Her own mother backed away, groaning in disgust as she looked at her freak of a daughter. Ichigi cried and sobbed as she got up, stumbling and tripping over herself in her own hysteria. Accidentally grabbing the wall of the building and-

BANG!

Wood and debris fell onto the two, their screams mixing into a symphony of pain and suffering. The final thing she could hear was a whimper from her mother, her hand shakily pawing at the debris to try freeing herself, to get away from the freak of her daughter monster.

-

It took a couple weeks for Ichigi to wake up. That’s what the doctor said. The doctor… the girl looked up and around, it looked like.. a children’s hospital? I sat up straight, pausing at the feeling of a headache hitting her from all sides. The pain.. head to toe was unbearable. Ichigi clutched her aching head, the throbbing pain screaming in her ears as a man in a white coat walked in, a bushy moustache and comically large scientist glasses on full display as he observed the girl infront of her.

He sighed and nodded to her as he muttered, his voice gravelly and low, “You’re finally awake. Good.” He stared at her before writing something in a notebook. It was grey with beige pages and black lines.

“This could work.” He mumbled as he looked back at her calmly.

It took weeks, experiment after experiment, needle after needle before the fusion happened.

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The fusion was with a teenage girl, no more than fifteen by her looks. She was tall and had curly red hair with caramel coloured skin. She looked asleep but Ichigi knew she wasn’t. A small stream of blood had dropped down her cheek, mixing in with the tears dotted around her pretty face.

They were both shoved into a two sided machine, metal chairs -like at death row electric chair- connected between two small spaced. The two rooms were pitch black. It felt like a fever dream being strapped to those machines, something out of a comic book.

——

Sirens slapped Ichigi awake, the loud blaring of the sirens and the glare of the ruby lights awakening her with ease. She awoke and stumbled out of a room.. it was different- or rather. She was different, Ichigi looked down to see how she grew.. how strange. She became taller, her luscious locks of hair disappeared into curly salmon coloured hair, the freckles tore off her face as the machine had singed her skin into the caramel colour of the other girl.

Ichigi looked around.. where was the girl? She looked to the doctor, who grinned at her, clapping his hands together in joy as he and a few other doctors watched. As she stumbled she clutched her head a splitting headache rang like an incessant bell.

The doctor strutted over, “welcome to the world nomu! From now on you’ll do as I say to the letter am I clear?”

No matter how hard she tried to scream and shout, kick or yell, her body ignored her, nodding like a zombified puppet as her eyes grew blank and tired.

Her body wasnt her own, it was a sick and twisted amalgamation of two misguided children, an experiment for other’s curiosity. That was all they were anymore.

“From now own you’ll be named shadow. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

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End

Wahh that took so long to write I actually can’t ughhh- anyways I hope y’all enjoy and eat this up!!

@fusciaguardian

@weepingangel-1

@cometiez

Hope you enjoy- sorry for the wait!

Hellooo everyone and this is the seventh fic of Christmas

(So sorry my timetable is screwed up)

Hope y’all enjoy!!

Credits: @call-me-copycat for this amazing idea! Give them follows they deserve pleaseee

It was a week before Christmas, 1-A went on a large shopping trip to prepare.

“Ok!” Mina yelled as she clapped her hands and continued, “iida placed me in charge so we can do this properly abd efficiently or whatever!! Split up, but anything and everything Christmas like!”

She looked around at the nods and cheers of her classmates and nodded, “LETS GO!” She yelled loudly as she dashed off with momo and jiro.

And so 1-A dissipated in every direction, nowhere wasn’t infested in the chaotic classmates:

Bakugou and Satou were looking at food and drinks, arguing over sweets and the proper seasoning of a turkey.

Uraraka, izuku, denki, hagakure and kirishima set out for presents. Squealing over all might stuff(mostly izuku) and discussing t-shirt sizes.

Mina, jirou, momo and sero were looking at wrapping paper and aesthetic for the tree and dorms (Mina sneaking in a few mistletoe and silly string).

Shoto and iida were busy babysitting the others(iida mostly) as they all split up to do their things.

Iida watching in confusion but shock nonetheless over tokoyami looking at notebooks and guitars(after the music at the festival he was convinced to try again.)

“I didn’t know you wanted to try playing a-“ iida muttered before going silent again over tokoyami raising a silencing finger and strumming a few notes, humming a long a tune. “After the festival I decided to take up the path of music after all..” his low voice sung out as he turned his beak to iida.

Shoto was busy looking at soba with Tsu, who was looking at a cookbook for her siblings or 1-A.

Shoto hummed, “you think I should get the easy cook soba or the microwaveable soba..?” Shoto questioned as Tsu just hummed.

“Honestly I’m not sure.. depends on how each taste.” Tsu sighed as she stared into her dual coloured friend’s eyes in boredom and acceptance.

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1-A left the mall satisfied, safe to say it was a success.

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Hope everyone enjoyed!!