#decaypalm

but dabjamin,,,

i’m here for villain inasa

inasa: okay so Endeavor ––

shigaraki: no no no. repeat after me: we’re out to take down all might and his meddling kids at UA

inasa: ....so Endeavor

Chains dangled over the prison cage letting out echos through the unknown like terrors in the dark. The musty damp smell of mold and rotting things invaded her nose curling her stomach into multiple knots, being in this situation for as long as she’s been the smell should’ve been familiar--but surly it wasn’t. Mina cried and wailed so many times that she couldn’t do it anymore, her eyes red and puffy and her throat so scratchy and dry it seemed too much for her body to muster up more energy to cry again. Footsteps were heard as well as a door creaking open to follow the eerie aura. No. Oh no. The pinkette whimpered in fear curling herself away in the corner of the cage, chains clattered and shook along with Mina’s bruised and battered body.

Just what did he want this time?

GET  OUT  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

“you mean with thirty hands?– or do you mean your casual pants and hoodie combo?”

she hopes he’s not trying to convince her that somehow, at some point in time– he was actually presentable.

the only moisturizer ive found that does anything is spit. you have to water me dabert.

im really impressed to see this written out