#son time

THE HE HAS ARRIVED! Reblog with 1 troll/human/other oc and this anxious medium will give his opinion on them!

If your muse can see ghosts (or is one) let me know :) They might notice something special about Franky

there was no proper way to start this conversation, and the others seemed to have been avoiding it. he’d been told time and time again not to ask questions, only to sit and wait for instructions. shigaraki had been ranting in a small group with the others who had gone to meet the stranger in the warehouse since they got back. he overheard twice mutter something about ‘it’ being his fault, but no one thought to fill in the younger villain on what exactly went down. magne was nowhere to be seen, but any mention of her name seemed to send twice into a fit.

@heartcog

     It’s a quiet winter day at home, the fire place crackling as the wind whistles outside. Soft footsteps echo against the floor as long strides place Ozpin in front of the sofa Oscar likes to do his reading in. The boy doesn’t look up right away, eyes never leaving the pages in front of him, but in a fashion that has the man furrowing his brows in concern.

     “Mind if I have a seat? I have your cocoa.” He asks, sitting down beside him when the permission is given. There’s two mugs in his hands, one of which is promptly handed over. Oz gently observes the boy take his first sips, before taking one of his own and sighing.

     “Oscar... is something bothering you?” The question at first seems out of place, but he quickly explains himself. “I was going to ask how you were enjoying the book... but I noticed you weren’t really reading it.” Just staring at or through the story in his hands. “So please, talk to me.”