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   “  not even i think that ,  and that’s saying a lot .  “

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        “ oooh, izuku! i… didn’t know you two were… related. ” A PAUSE ; that’s… interesting. “ um — felt…? ”

   “  yes ,  he is my youngest .  “  a sigh of disappointment ;  “  yes ,  young one .  i have many quirks that can help me know who he is with .  “

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      THERE’S NO DENYING that all for one ,  of all people ,  is truly a dangerous being .  not that he ever minded it ,  in fact he was overjoyed with the thought of people fearing him .  that meant respect was always there ,  too ;  and we all know how ankoku lives for respect .  so ,  even in tartarus ( a place known to keep so many villains locked up for the rest of their lives ;  that title would soon disappear ) ,  the man was happy .  happy ,  happy ,  happy …  why wouldn’t he be ?  in a place with so many friends ,  attention on him 24/7 …  especially now that he was in such a good mood — why ?  who knows ,  do you wish to enter and see what goes behind in that mind of his ?

      a rather melodic hum leaves his lips ,  and if he still had eyebrows ,  one of them would have risen just like his smirk behind that mask .  a rather old tone ,  one that is even older than he himself is :  having grown up listening to it ,  and one that brings joy into his system .  however ,  it’s so much slower than the original sound ,  as if he is just humming it to himself .  well ,  he is ,  but he knows how to put on a show at least .  and that’s exactly what he is about to do ,  the memory of a certain quirk coming to mind .  “  oh ?  “  he simply says ,  and he can feel the weapons beginning to heat up :  just in case ,  of course .  he clears his throat ,  the smile still on his lips as he begins to move to side to side ,  singing …  “  tonight …  i’m gonna have myself -  a real good time …  “  surprisingly ,  even if years since he last sang ,  his voice is as if prepared for the action .  and as he feels the movement on the guards stiffening ,  he continues .  “  i feel ali - i - i - ive !  “ 

      “  and the world is turning inside out -  i’m floating around ,  in ecstasy …  “  so many thoughts as he can hear the inmates beginning to sing ,  all influenced by this wonderful quirk of his as his voice is projected to them all to hear .  one would wonder why the guards aren’t doing anything ,  but that’s because they can’t :  no one can move unless he thinks so .  just because of the sound of his voice !  “  -  ‘cause i’m having a good time ,  having a good time !  “  he gets up ,  jacket breaking as he continues singing ,  the sound of the guards finally moving would make him laugh if he wasn’t using this quirk .  gun shots are heard ,  and as he fixes the sudden suit on his body just as he leaves his cell ( opening the door as if it was that simple before ) and the other inmates sing with him .  backup vocals ,  you see ?

      and then ,  he is just walking and spinning around ,  having the time of his life as he hears the screams in the background happen ,  as well as the sound of the bodies hitting the floor .  they should be glad he is in such good mood ,  otherwise he had millions of other ways to make his jailbreak happen .  not that any of them had any different outcome .  “  i’m having such a good time ,  i’m having a ball -  “  ( ‘ don’t stop me now ! ’ ,  all the other inmates sing in such wonderful harmony )  “  if you wanna have a good time -  just give me a call !  “  the elder is even clapping along as he sings ,  living in this weird fantasy of his as he smiles .  the bodies keep on falling ,  so many ways you wouldn’t imagine !  ankoku wouldn’t normally do this ,  but he was bored …  so bored .  who can blame him ?

       just as he leaves through the main doors ,  he keeps on singing ,  the strong and loud ‘ la la la ‘ being heard still through out the now deadly silent hallways ,  the lights flickering too as the man left the so called unbreakable prison .  he hopes that whoever reviews the security tape has such a good time as he did …

   okay to reblog .

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        “ mm, your… son? ”

   “  mhm -  midoriya izuku ,  i’m sure i’ve felt you two together hanging out a couple of times already .  “

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   “  hmm . . .  i sense someone talking about me ,  how interesting .  “

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   WHICH LOVER ARE YOU ?

THE SCULPTOR .

to you ,  love is not a fixed concept .  it is fluid and ever-changing ,  and we possess the ability to shape it around ourselves ,  and create rich lives filled with love of our own design .  you revel in the breathtaking beauty of the concept of love .  the way we shape its course in our conversations and our gifts ,  the things we do for one another and the thoughts we share.

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   “  now that i am finally manifesting in people’s computers ,  one by one ,  i’m extremely happy !  “  he knows who he wants next .

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    { What the absolute fuck why does the tumblr tab on my bookmark bar have SONIA’S NEW ICON FOR ANKOKU INSTEAD OF THE NORMAL TUMBLR SYMBOL?! }

    { SONIA WHY IS YOUR ASSHOLE CREEPING ON MY LAPTOP GET HIM OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUT!!!!! }

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   WHISTLES in has done nothing wrong ,  ever .

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   “  who do you think you are calling a low rank villain ,  boy ?  “

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she couldn’t help        but lean in to his touch , almost on instinct. it was so foreign , yet comforting at the same time. her eyes downcast , she couldn’t look at him at first. so much time had passed , so much had changed. her mind and heart were racing. why was he here , why now ? how would izuku feel ? was this even real , at all ? 

she finally worked the courage to meet his gaze. unable to hold back tears , she examined his face , one she had began to forget the small details of over the years. “ you … why ? why are you … what are you … where … ” so many questions, she couldn’t decide which to ask first. 

   SHE leans into his touch ,  and he bends down a little as to lean his forehead against her ,  because surely it was more emotional looking ,  right ?  his thumb caresses her cheek ,  and he hums slightly .  ah ,  the things he could say ,  she would believe them all either way .

   “  why am i here ?  oh dear ,  should i have not come back home ?  “  ankoku hisashi starts ,  a small smile on his lips .  “  i’m sure you have many questions . . .  and i’ll answer them all ;  but what about dinner tonight ?  my treat .  “

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   HERE .

   A soft chuckle leaves his lips at the other’s reaction ,  placing down at the entrance of their home a traveling bag ( not that he ever used it ,  really ) .  “  i don’t think you have ,  not yet at least .  “  once his shoes are off ,  he looks down at her ,  hand on her cheek and moving her hair away from her face oh so gently ,  as if it meant anything at all to him .  “  been a while ,  hasn’t it ?  “

||  @mommight​ .

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   now that i’m here ,  i need to work on this new verse i have :  where he convinced eri to rewind him back ,  because he told her he was sick and as deku’s dad ,  it made him sad since he didn’t see him for years because of his illness .  so ,  to make her friend happy ,  eri rewinded him .

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   A certain queen just made herself known ,  and it would be a lie to say that ankoku isn’t curious . . .  to say the least .

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   NEVERMIND ,  he is singing to ‘ crazy little thing called love ‘ now --- man ,  you really are a queen’s fan ,  uh ?  but well ,  the reason ?  he saw a certain green haired woman .

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   WHISTLES to ‘ in my defense ‘ by freddie mercury .