#detonizing

free!!!!!! ---- IM zszdk,jhfbas. you know when i saw the message, i didn't expect this-- but fine!!!!! :insert sassy dandi noises here but also giggles: --- <3

1. what’s the best thing about shipping for you?

like everyone else who's answered this one that i've seen-- it helps bring muns together! i love nothing more than getting spammed with fanart or just screaming in caps about ships that we both like or are doing! i don't have to have ships to write with someone, of course!! but i do feel as though ANY kind of ship-- whether it be romantic, platonic, etc all have a special place in my heart-- and i love talking about how those dynamics would come to play out with my rp partner! <3

12. do you ship any rarepair?

omg yes. i L O V E rarepairs!!!!!! GIMME. i've honestly been dying for some of those with ochako! but i do have a few that i am currently shipping now with her and other muses! i'll do bnha cause that always gives me brainrot: (mon.ochako - ( monoma & ochako w/ galaxyxthixf ) , shinc.hako - ( shinsou & ochako w/ guiltscorched) , mi.nejirou ( i know surprised me too BUT thats also jirou and mineta with galaxyxthixf ) -- HONESTLY?? ( bak.utoga - with trist's katsuki on ofdetonation ) there are probs more i cannot think of but i'd love to do shi.njirou, tets.umina, baku.momo, iic.hako and others! also.. emi? hello??? she can love more people than just aizawa, y'klnow<3

31. do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping a ship?

i just love the connection i make with the mun! there are a couple of ships that have stayed the test of time :tm: on this blog and other remakes in the past. most memorable? & no---- i am not playing faves, these are for srs!!!! - ka.cchako: with @ofdetonation !!!! ( yes i tagged u, shut up, lemme yell ) back when i had ochako's old url as ofgravitation ( everyday i consider changing mine here you don't even know ) BUTTTT. i have never had such a consistent ship-- EVER. yes, we both have lives, and sometimes that takes away from the dash but evern after being gone, like??? ITS STILL AS GOOD AS THEN? BETTTER??! idk. but when i see k.acchako fanart-- that's usually the bakugou i think of. and if you're not following trist and all his muses on all his blogs.. idk what you're doing<3 i love you<333 - mo.nochako: with @galaxythixf !!! ( yeah i tagged you too nova, shh ) never in my life did i ship these two and like magic, they just connect together every time we write them! writing with nova's monoma and all their muses, tbh, just.. it's such an amazing experience!!! <3 one my muses A D O R E. <33

33. what’s the first ship you played?

... fuck. idk??? probably uhhh--- hmmm. inukag? let's go with inukag<3

XIAO   /   GENSHIN IMPACT

          legends tell of the mighty and illuminated adepti watching over the land of liyue,  protecting it and it’s people from any that dare attempt bringing any harm to it.  of such were the subspecies:  the yaksha.  guardian deities born of war with the role of purging the land of all lingering evil from long - fallen gods through bloodshed,  sealed in stone through contracting with the geo archon himself.

          though talk of the yaksha are minimal nowadays,  their existence now questionable.  tales of their downfall reign instead,  believed to gone extinct alongside the end of liyue’s wartimes.  yet some rumors still spread  /  some tales still told of one remaining  /  keeping the land safe and people unharmed.

          heralded as the the vigilant yaksha.  the bane of all evil.  the conqueror of demons.

          a child speaks of a young man returning their toy previously stolen by monsters  /  well known captain of the crux fleet speaks of spotting a young man floating atop guyun stone forest  /  exorcists speaking highly of the adepti aiding in their fight against evil  /  a cry heard in the night from the adepti’s domain believed to be a call for comrades to return home.

          regardless of tales,  one such saying remains true:  any and all caught up in the dance with evil he participates in,  survival is unlikely.

          polearm of jade is twirled within gloved hand,  weapon sharply flicked in order to rid the tip of tainted blood.  countless amounts of slain demons lay at his feet,  spread throughout all the mountainous area,  forms beginning their slow process of crumbling to nothing,  yet small form remains unscathed.  the fight was quick yet catastrophic,  corpses of monsters in varying sizes littering jueyun karst’s floor with injuries displaying quick but devastating damage done.

          agony suddenly ripples through his form  /  suffocating  /  reaction to such limited only to sharp teeth clenching beneath mask,  now shattering into nothing,  and grip on weapon tightening.  it was nothing new.  nothing the adeptus couldn’t handle.  it’s been thousands of years of this  /  he was not going to fall to karmic debt so easily.  the damned will sooner die again before they were to lay claim over him.

          golden gaze is drawn to the side amidst voices of the fallen screaming within his head,  catching sight of small flecks of light rising into the sky from direction of the harbor.  lantern rite.  the human tradition of celebrating life and a new year  /  with positivity does negativity brew within darkness  /  hence the larger outbreaks of the demonic for lone yaksha to deal with.

          for a moment the young man cannot help but stare with piercing golden eyes,  ears straining to catch any glimpse of that tune carried by the wind like long ago.  a familiar numbness allows for frame to relax and breathing to steadily return to normal.  a brief moment of peace amongst eternal nuo dance of evil conquering  (  the song never comes  ) .

          snapped free from temporary distraction,  mask re - materializes upon his face once more  (  anemo vision embedded in glove’s forearm alights in tandem  ) ,  and within an instant does he vanish.  work must be done  /  contract must be upheld  /  he cannot falter because of some foolish mortal tradition.

"Bakugou, wassup?” Eijirou cheerfully greeted from the common room as his friend stepped in. It was dinnertime but there was no food to be seen, only a protein shake in his hands. 

Clearly, for some reason or another, Lunch Rush was unable to provide dinner that night, so an Eijirou left to his own devices only knew how to make one (1) thing.

“I said cut it out! I’m fine.”  He could feel his ever present anger seething, rejecting the implication that he was weak, needed to get coddled over insignificant scratches. ( nevermind that he could feel the steady stream of blood dripping from his arm, or that his right leg ached with every step he took. ) He was fine. Something like this wasn’t ‘bout to stop him.

Not to mention he didn’t even know this woman. Some pro hero or another that he wasn’t interested in getting to know. And absolutely would not want to be looked down on. So what if he was still a student? He was going to be nothing less than the best hero. “We need to find a way out of this shithole first. There may be actual civilians in need of help, aren’t you a hero? We need to focus on finding them first.”

Rolling her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, Nicolette was sure she could feel wrinkles beginning to form between knitted brows. ❝ Can you SHUT UP for a second so I can focus? The more you BITCH, the longer this is gonna take. I already told you, I ain’t afraid to knock yer ass out to finish this. It’s just us in here, remember? And even if you snitch, I’d rather have rumors spread that I hit kids than have people think I let one bleed to death on my watch without doing anything. ❞

Inspecting the wound on his arm further upon peeling back the torn fabric of his costume, the Bleeding Hero cursed under her breath. It was difficult to see through all the blood, but it was fairly deep. Deep enough that applying the bandages from her thigh pouch would be a waste of time. Thankfully her quirk and blood type would allow a swift fix— well, as swift as she could be if he insisted on screaming in her ear again.

Irritation - Sentence Memes

Kirishima had gone in there with a plan, just a simple question that, sure, maybe he was a little nervous to ask, but he had a plan. Somehow though..... he’d gotten himself a little side-tracked along the way, recounting his entire outing with Kaminari earlier that day and the point of his visit to Bakugou’s room had gotten buried under the seemingly endless story streaming forth from the redhead.

“So then, Kaminari was like, ‘Hey––” When the blond finally cut him off mid-sentence, he froze, a light blush coloring his cheeks as he sputtered for a few seconds. No, the story wasn’t at all important to what he was trying to ask him, it just provided some..... context.

“Um..... kind of? But I guess it doesn’t matter, I can just–– okay, I’ll just ask you the question, I’m sorry.” An awkward chuckle escaped and Kirishima ran a hand through his hair, his other still firmly holding on to the backpack he’d carried into his friend’s room with him. “Okay, so I was wondering if uh..... if we could get a dog?”

Just then, a soft whine came from the bag in his hand and a tiny head poked out from the open zipper, drawing a soft gasp and another blush from the redhead.