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86. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” Kiribaku
Bakugou’s body shook. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. They were a dam, about to bust.
Kirishima laid on the ground in front of him. He’d been bleeding out for- thirty seconds? A minute? Two? Five? Ten? An hour? It felt like forever and yet a second.
Buildings around them were crumbling. The city was on fire. He couldn’t help but think that he was in high school. He should be at home, doing math homework with Kirishima and Kaminari, playing video games, and spending weekends with his friends at fast food joints, stuffing his face with salt and sugar.
The shock was beginning to wear off, and Bakugou instantly leaned closer to Kirishima when his body allowed him to move. He was beginning to remember his first aid training. He checked Kirishima’s vitals; Heartbeat, breathing, body temperature. He applied as much pressure as he could to Kirishima’s bleeding side.
It wasn’t enough. The bleeding was too much.
He felt a tightness in his chest. He began to quietly mutter profanity under his breath.
He should be doing his history homework. He had an essay due tomorrow, and he hadn’t started on it. He’d get seriously chewed out for not handing in a big assignment like that. His grades would plummet.
He ripped off part of his compression sleeves, along with part of his shirt. He folded the piece of his shirt until it was big enough to cover Kirishima’s wound, then tied his compression sleeves around it.
Shit, he hadn’t finished that grammar worksheet for English class. And he still had math homework. And that history essay.
He did another vitals check. Kirishima had stopped breathing.
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“Katsuki?” A soft voice rang in his ears. “Hey, Katsuki, are you okay?”
He looked up, spotting Kirishima’s soft face through his blurry vision. He must’ve been having another nightmare. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just took time to examine his surroundings and his boyfriend instead.
There were in Kirishima’s dorm room. The only light was provided by the lamp to their left, painting the wall on the opposite side with their shadows.
His boyfriend’s eyes were filled with worry. He’d been put on bedrest for the past few weeks, and the dye had almost completely faded from his hair. Only his tips were still red, with some blond past it, before it became his natural black.
“Are you crying?” His boyfriend asked.
He was. He was indeed.
“Nightmares again?”
He nodded. Kirishima’s hand moved to begin massaging his scalp.
“Please don’t be scared, Katsuki, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. It’ll take a lot more than a weak shot like that to take me out.”
That wasn’t true. Bakugou knew it wasn’t true. Kirishima knew it wasn’t true. That weak shot had almost killed him.
He shifted in his position, resting his head on Kirishima’s stomach. He winced. Bakugou moved again quickly. His chest felt heavy, his stomach was tying itself in knots.
“Please don’t get so upset because of me, Katsuki. I love you.”
Welcome friends, enemies and those i’ve not yet decided!!
[plain text: welcome friends, enemies and those i’ve not yet decided! /end PT]
Info!
My name is Asher, but you may call me Ash
My pronouns are he/they
I am transmasc and queer
Cabin 7, son of Apollo, blessed by Poseidon
I'm probably about 14 or 15.. i stopped counting
Medic, archer + musician
I love getting asks, so please send some!
Info about mod + blog
this is a percy jackson universe roleplay blog, the character is kinda based of me, anything i say is in character unless i state otherwise, either in the post (ooc: like this) or having #ooc in the tags
i do make spelling mistakes because i have shaky hands but i try to correct them
my name and pronouns are the same as the character, except i’m just ash, not asher
i am disabled and may mention that in character (autistic + chronically ill)
i am a minor, don't be weird. you can jokingly flirt in character, though my (probably aroace) brain isn't good at it haha.
adding another boundary here, talk about weight makes me spiral as someone who struggles with eating disorders, it’s alright if you didn’t realise as i’ve just added this, you can mention it but be prepared for my character to also react badly to talk of weight. i’m fine with food though.
i have four other pjo roleplay blogs if you wanna interact with aster, finn, arlo and/or otis as well :) @holographic-homo @deaths-most-hated-son @arlos-alive-again @oats-ramblings
i am a hellenic polytheist, so i do believe in the greek gods, though i know how to separate the way they are as characters from the actual gods
my main is @sharks-are-better-than-people, so check that out if you want
i will try to make this blog as accessible as i can, for example i will always try to put image descriptions (in alt text), plain text and tone tags in my post.
tags: ‘#weird-child-of-apollo7’ most posts/ones i can’t categorise. ‘#friends from chb’ interactions with other percy jackson roleplayers. ‘#woah greek mythology (reblog)’ reblogs about greek mythology. ‘#ash has asks’ asks. ‘ash reblogs cool stuff’ reblogs.
mood board and more character info/lore below the cut!!
backstory i guess??
asher arrived at camp when he was nine (after running away from home then being found by a satyr), about two years before the second titan war, which they were a healer in. they were claimed by apollo after staying in the hermes cabin for a month. ash isn't the best healer, but he's decent at it. they didn't tell anyone that he was trans until he passed out from binding too much during an infirmary shift when they were thirteen (will was NOT happy about this and gave him a lecture about safe binding). he can usually be found lying in the grass, sitting by the lake, in the infirmary or in cabin seven reading a book. they like to play guitar and sing and he's almost always humming a song. (this will be updated more soon:)
powers/limits
glows slightly in the dark or when he has strong emotions, okay at healing (can only heal minor injuries magically as it drains him, but good at being a medic, at least by mortal standards), plague power (he doesn't really know about this, just when he’s really pissed at someone he unintentionally makes them sick), decent archer (not as good as some of their siblings), likes to slightly curse people to speak in rhyme or song lyrics, good artist but can't draw without a reference, cannot lie/very bad liar (apollo is the god of truth), automatically knows peoples' names from prophet abilities.
"i don't know what's going on, but it's gonna get better" -Feel Anything by Nxdia
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67: “ Stop being so cute." with any deku ship? thanks childe!!!
Hey mom thank you for providing me with another chance to write some Kamideku bc I’m absoluetly in love with this ship! Enjoy!
67. “Stop being so cute.” Kamideku
Kaminari and Midoriya’s date nights were usually pretty relaxed. They’d hang out at each other dorm rooms, eat unhealthy food, play video games together, watch movies, everything you might expect two tired teenagers to do. Tonight was no different.
Midoriya was sprawled out on the couch in the common room, Kaminari on top of him, being fed chocolate covered almonds. He was perfectly content to sit there for all eternity. Kaminari was warm on top of him, a never ending source of comfort and support.
“Midoriya,” the blond muttered, “can I have a kiss?”
“Of course, Pikachu,” he replied, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the lips.
A pout formed on Kaminari’s face, and he let out a soft whine.
“For the last time, I don’t look like a Pikachu!”
“But you do though,”
“Nooo,”
“Kaminari, you need to accept being a Pikachu.”
“Oh, so I have to accept being a Pikachu, but you don’t have to accept being called Strawbaby?”
Kaminari had started to call him Strawbaby not long ago, after making the observation that his boyfriend resembled said red berry when he blushed.
Midoriya stuttered, his face flushing, struggling to form a reply.
“What’s wrong, Strawbaby?”
He covered his face with his hands, holding to hide his embarrassment. Kaminari laughed softly.
“Stop being so cute, Strawbaby.”
“I-uh,” he kept trying to struggle to respond.
“Can you move your hands? I wanna see your face, please.”
His hands moved slowly, and his face was instantly peppered with kisses.
