Izuku: Kacchan, Would You Still Love Me If I Got A Bowl Cut?

day 4 of twin stars week! 

prompt is comfort !!

lil kacchan is trying so hard not to die of embarrassment LMAO

Continua a leggere

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It was hard to believe that this house had once been bustling with activity and life, the now decaying walls once having been littered with memories of the past. Sitting in what use to be a glass sun room, you peered around silently at the decay, nature having long since begun to overtake what ever it could, forcing it’s way between glass and rusted metal.

Seeing the evidence of the time that had passed, only made your condition even clearer, a heavy weight forming within your chest at the reminder. Those who had known you had long since passed on, though you couldn’t help but wonder just what they would think if they could see you now.

Nothing had changed about you since that day so long ago, your features remaining forever frozen at the age that the accident had happened. You wondered how everyone had reacted, how they must have felt after your apparent death.

There hadn’t even been a body to bury, though enough blood had been spilt that your death would have been unquestioned. 

Despite the years that had passed, you still didn’t know what had made you like this, nor did anyone else. You’d met many beings since that day, demons, witches, even a couple of reapers. Though every single one had somehow been able to sense your unnatural state, none had been able to understand it, nor offer you any answers to the things you didn’t know.

It was frustrating, but after all this time you had finally decided to just let it be. 

It was agonising knowing that those you loved were long gone, that anyone you chose to let into your life from now on would also one day leave you. But worst of all, was knowing that you would never get the chance to say goodbye to the one who meant the most to you. 

It was why you had finally come back here after all this time, some part of you unable to let go until you finally got to say goodbye, even if only to a silent grave.

Unfortunately, until you could locate where that was, you couldn’t really do much about it. It didn’t help that they had never even told you their real name, even after all the years the two of you had spent drawing closer to each other. You hoped they had ended up having a happy life at least. A life filled with love, even if you couldn’t be there to give it to them yourself.

Perhaps visiting that old funeral parlour of theirs, would grant you some answers….. if it was even still around now that they had passed.

The village you call your home, is surrounded by harpies. The harpies are revered, feared, adored, and hated in equal measures by those that live there. Their fearsome visage and reputation, keeps the village safe from attacks, none foolish enough to lay siege to a place where so many harpies call their home, and the few that had tried, having been dealt with swiftly. However they are also mischievous creatures, and care little for human laws, often stealing things from people in passing, or stores showing their wares. They have a particular love for stealing anything shiny. 

The harpies are strange creatures. There’s no denying that they are terrifyingly alien in appearance, but there’s also no denying that they are still incredibly beautiful in a way that cant quite be verbalised. They don’t tend to interact with the people all that much, other than the few who fall under their favour, or interest them. Mostly, they simply watch people go about their days, tittering at their actions, or occasionally swooping in to cause some mischief. 

You’ve only lived a few months in the village, but the harpies seem to have already taken an interest in you. There seems to be at least one watching you at any given time, tittering and making sly comments that leave you blushing or smiling. To the harpies, it seems, you are something of a precious jewel. 

Things start to escalate as it nears spring, and the harpies start getting bolder, trying to lure you over to them constantly, or commenting on how you would look so good in some of the trinkets they own. Finding yourself just as interested, you willingly spend time with them, finding them to be strikingly intelligent creatures, with sharp tongues and wit. One of them, sticks out to you the most, the two of you seeming to click instantly, in a way you haven’t been able to with anyone before.

This harpy soon becomes a close friend to you, and at first, due to your lack of knowledge, you think that’s all she wants. Its not until you start to listen to other peoples curious comments or observations, that you realise it may be something more. All the delicate beads and pretty things, so lovingly woven into your hair, the jewels she insists you wear, and the way she primps and preens for you every time you look her way, her sisters tittering and teasing her for her actions. Its not until some bull headed boy keeps insisting on a date, and grasps your hand, that you understand.

“Don’t touch my treasure!” she snaps at the boy, swooping in out of nowhere and spreading her wings wide in a threat display. 

She wraps her wings around you, surrounding you in silky feathers as she clutches you close, hissing insults at his hastily retreating back, and you cant help but smile and relax into her. Apparently you’re being courted by a harpy. And honestly, you’re cant say that the concept displeases you in the slightest.

these are the money bakugous, rb for explosive prosperity

Get Help

(Infiltrating a villain base..)

Bakugou: Let’s do “Get Help”

Midoriya: What?

Bakugou: Get Help! 😈

Midoriya: No.

Bakugou: Why? You love it!

Midoriya: I hate it

Bakugou: It’s Great! It works everytime.

Midoriya: It’s humiliating!

Bakugou: Do you have better plan?

Midoriya: No…

Bakugou: We’re doing it

Midoriya: We. are. not. doing. “Get Help”.

A few moments later…

(Bakugou clutching deku)

Bakugou: Get help Please, My brother’s boyfriend’s dying! Help! HELP HIIMMM!!!!

(Throws Deku in Full Cowling 😂😂)

alright man just listen it came to me in a dream and I just-

Tzipporah from The Prince of Egypt (1998)

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