don't worry, I am fine.

happy news, my friends. muffin's traveling again, this time it is not for business, just pleasure! i'll be going to japan for two whole weeks, hooray. ♥♥

originally, i was going to drop a buncha things in the queue so something gets posted every day and y'all don't miss me too much, but i quickly realized that i am much too excited for my trip to do that. try your best to not forget me & the broccoli boy in my absence, will you? we'll be back in a jiffy!

in the meantime, please feel free to continue sending memes/asks, and i'll get them done upon my return.

(   send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  or  who  is  kissing  who  if  you’d  like.   )

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  wanted.

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  allowed.

a  violent  kiss.

a  bloody  kiss.

a  lying  kiss.

a  kiss  as  a  warning.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  your  muse  gave  to  mine.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  my  muse  gave  to  yours.

a  kiss  accompanying  your  muse  injuring  mine.

a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.

a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss.

a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

a   ‘  please  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’m  sorry  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss.

a  kiss  to  gain  control.

a  kiss  to  give  up  control.

a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

a  kiss  with  tears.

happy news, my friends. muffin's traveling again, this time it is not for business, just pleasure! i'll be going to japan for two whole weeks, hooray. ♥♥

originally, i was going to drop a buncha things in the queue so something gets posted every day and y'all don't miss me too much, but i quickly realized that i am much too excited for my trip to do that. try your best to not forget me & the broccoli boy in my absence, will you? we'll be back in a jiffy!

in the meantime, please feel free to continue sending memes/asks, and i'll get them done upon my return.

and yet, the more striking feature is the fire behind his carmine gaze ; as fierce as the growing scowl, the tightening grip on the other's arm, his grounding stance.

❝ you don't have to do anything. ❞

perhaps the gods had no idea they were making a mistake as soon as they determined katsuki would be a part of izuku's life, however finite it might be. perhaps they didn't realise that the boy with gold for hair and blood for eyes would be the most defiant of all. there was only so much an oracle may foresee, only so much a god or goddess of future and prophecy may determine ; because even with the course laid out in complex and mosaicked tapestry, someone may still defy what they are given.

the gods are furious. not at izuku, but at katsuki, for knowing what was happening and finding himself at the edge of the cliff with the other. ( whispers among ethereal beings question it ╱ how could a mortal deny his destiny ? someone else's ? ) the blond can tell with how the thunder bellows.

❝ if you'd just let me, i could save you both. ❞ izuku, and the village. ❝ i already said i won't let go. ❞

he stands, unafraid. he knows the gods encroach on the village.

Love made things infinitely more difficult.

Izuku wondered why the gods had chosen to entwine his fate with Katsuki's, if they truly knew everything and anticipated the blond's stubborn nature. Surely they would know the other would fight. Wouldn't it have been better to create a sacrifice who was shunned by the world and lacked the motivation to linger in it? Why gift him with loved ones only to insist for him to throw them all away?

Perhaps it was a test, or maybe they were just cruel like the villagers said.

"I don't deserve you," Izuku said, but realized by now the other would not be deterred by words. Had it not been for a distant cry from one of the village children, he would have perhaps persisted a little longer with this conversation, at least listen to Katsuki's proposal of an alternate solution. Now, he had to get a move on.

So he dropped the lantern, letting that final flicker of light disappear into the darkness below. With his freed hand, he formed a fist and swung it toward the right side of Katsuki's jaw. He yanked on his captured arm again simultaneously, hoping the force of the punch would loosen the blond's grip.

I am sorry.

The last thing he wanted was to hurt Katsuki. When he did picture their goodbye in the past, Izuku must admit to having imagined something sweeter. The cliffside was fine, but instead of throwing punches, he pictured something incredibly sappy like star gazing together before he leap off to fulfill his prophecy. "Kacchan, please-"

the mention of his parents didn't seem to do well for the child. he let his sleeve drop, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands as he stared down at his bright red sneakers. he isn't sure what he's supposed to say. he itches.. the question makes him itch and his head hurt and where was his parents.. ? his hands rose and he began to scratch at his neck.

" mmm --- " he whined. why did it feel like his head was splitting apart when he tried to remember? what happened..? tenko started to tremble a little, before his brain happily supplied: the mistman. of course... that's what the kid must be asking.

the itch abated, and his headache subsided, but he still didn't have an answer. he uselessly shrugged at that part, but.. name..?

"t.. ten.." wait.. no.. father -- not father -- gave him a new name. it took a while for him to parse it out, battling against his nonverbalness.

It was him.

But Shigaraki Tomura didn't feel like a villain at the moment. He was a tiny child with huge eyes, curious at first, now hesitant. It was difficult to look at this little one and imagine him as an individual full of hate and capable of mass destruction.

Izuku had no idea why he was here, how he was here, but he knew what he must do. The only issue was he didn't know how to convince the child to come with him for his own safety.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Izuku," he introduced himself with a smile, wanting to befriend the young, innocent Tomura and build trust. "I see you also have red sneakers. Really cool."

fate is set in stone. everyone knew that. everyone knew not to meddle with the webbed strings of fate, for it will always, always, correct itself in one way or another. to try and defy its flow was to try and swim against the sweeping currents, torn out to sea and eventually lost to the ocean's depths ; but katsuki has never accepted what fate had in store for him. he never even believed in it.

why should fate exist if free will meant that he could work and mould his life with his hands ? why was it that a prophecy should tell him what his life would become ? why should it dictate that others' lives would be ?

izuku's fate was sealed the moment he was born, while katsuki's was twisted and weaved into the same tapestry ╱ they would be bound together, but one day, it would be the boy with green curls and scattered freckles that must give himself to the thundering rapids. and on that day, katsuki has to let go.

but katsuki has never believed in fate and prophecy.

with the other's arm seized, the both of them overlooking the cliff that would seal izuku's fate, katsuki stares with unwavering resolve.

❝ i'm not letting go. ❞ defiance always carries itself well in his voice ; his grip tightens, tugging izuku away from the ledge. ❝ the gods don't get to ask for blood just to guarantee this village sanctuary for a handful of decades. i'm not letting them dictate what your end should be. ❞

stories have been told of the dangers of defiance. they are meant to be cautionary tales, meant for deterrence ... but when katsuki had listened to his mother talk of them, he realised long ago that it was possible.

he could change the fate for izuku and the village. he just needed time.

tw: mention of death

Katsuki was being stubborn, but to be honest, Izuku hadn't expected anything else. That was one of the reasons he moved so fast, so by the time one of his loved ones realized he went missing, he'd be too far ahead for them to catch up.

His plan was thwarted, and he couldn't even be upset because it came from a place of concern for him.

Besides, a part of Izuku might have wanted to say this goodbye in person.

"The choice should be ours," he agreed softly, reaching out to pat Katsuki's hand soothingly. "I know."

But it wasn't.

What could they do? Fight the gods? If it was for someone else, perhaps Izuku would consider it, but not for himself. As dearly as he loved this world and would like to spend so much more time in it, he was not willing to risk a whole village of people just for a chance he could live. He, of all people, could not bear to be so selfish.

"I want to stay too, Kacchan. With y-"

A flash of light split the sky, and a roaring thunder swallowed the next set of Izuku's words and changed his tone from gentle and mournful to anxious. "I have to go." he turned to face the sky, which had gone so dark that one could mistake early afternoon for midnight. The lantern in his free hand shook with the wind, its light flickering but refusing to go out.