#hfjdk

Mutuals look away from me now. I'm about to disappoint you.

Izuku not being surprised he's quirkless, but there's always a small, niggling doubt about that diagnosis in the back of his mind.

Katsuki making odd movements, not quite matching up to how he should be using the quirk he has now.

Some of Izuku's things are in a museum. He stares longingly at the comic book display. His favorite series is no longer published. It's AFO's fault.

If they are aware of it: "Why didn't you take my hand the second time???" "I don't KNOW."

Of COURSE Katsuki is gonna be a hero, because he's already been one.

Bickering. Sometimes Izuku is possessed by righteous fury and that's how it is.

Make it so complicated. So many layers of confusion and emotional constipation.

Hands, hands, hands. It's all about the hands. Hand holding. Fist fight. Whatever.

Katsuki "reincarnated into an asshole" Bakugou

ASHLEY : that whole group chat was being so freaking annoying

ASHLEY : i can't believe y'all are all about to go to vegas to get married for views

Artorias + Maria + Messmer + Griffith + Jaws = 90% of Sephiroth

We’re lucky Katy is on hiatus because she’d set me on fire over this shit ghfjdk

    @snowinabottle​    said   :        night terrors      /    ACCEPTING

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖   𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄               and   lacking   bristle   of   paper   turning   had   told   of   her   gradual   drift   into   unconsciousness .           the   god   had   watched   her   on   occasion ,       when   quiet   hums   and   minor   jolts   would   catch   their   attention .        loki   had   SMILED   when   her   lips   had   fleetingly   worn   their   own        –––––––––––––––                        SHE   WAS   FAR   AWAY ,         out   of   reach   from   the   tva   and   its   regulations .           a   passing   drone   would   stir   the   god   from   their   distraction ,      setting   their   focus   again   upon   the   document   waiting   patiently   between   their   fingertips .         they   cannot ,    will   not ,     take   it   in .        paper   clatters   to   the   wood   top   as   though   the   very   print   burns   their   finger   tips ,        how   quickly   a   weight   is   lifted   from   aching   shoulders .          the   god   blinks   thrice ,      desperate   to   remove   the   imprinted   lines   of   black   upon   white   from   their   vision .                 this   is   not   the   GLORIOUS   PURPOSE   they’d   designed   for   themselves ;            how   many   years   the   god   in   their   youth   had   spent   filled   with   glee   in   want   of   their   future !        they   would   weep   should   they   look   upon   themselves   now ,       seething   with   self   hatred   and   defeat .            they   could   taste   iron ,      and   loki   discovers   their   teeth   had   gnawed   upon   the   inside   of   their   lip   so   harshly   it   had   bled .          their   tongue   laps   at   the   wound .      it   is   MILD   and   likely   to   be   forgotten   in   a   matter   of   minutes .