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@oh-katsukithis reminded me of you LMAO

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reblogging bbc thanks cal someone finally said it

fuck jesus. today is about levi ackerman.

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i know gojo dreams about a quiet.. normal romance. i know he imagines meeting someone in a coffee shop. bumping their arm and feeling the brief flash of their warmth across his shoulder. running into them again in the supermarket and finally asking for their number. i know he dreams about going on dates and getting close the normal way. no trauma bonds, no life-altering events, no threats or deaths or violence. just romance.

i know he imagines lazy sunday mornings in a universe where he doesn’t have blood on his hands. i know he pictures how someone might look at him if he didn’t have the six eyes. would his eyes be brown? would they still be beautiful would they fall in love with them all the same? 

i know he imagines being able to love freely and without fear. he imagines it when he’s in bed at night, indulging in scenarios with some faceless and nameless person. imagines saying their nonexistent name over and over again, rolling it over his tongue like some soundless prayer. doesn’t matter if he can’t imagine their face, if he comes up empty trying to think of their name. it’s not about that. it’s not about who. it’s about the emotion, the normalcy. 

gojo falls asleep every night holding a lover he’s never met, in a world he’s never seen, pretending to be a version of him that doesn’t exist. 

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Blonde hair characters

(Now im doing "black hair characters" on my ig: @chorchubi )

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Sparks- Xiao 

Pairings: soldier!Xiao x Princess!reader 

Au: royal(?)!Au  

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

Summary: in which Xiao thought he’s not cut for happiness, until a certain stubborn princess proves him wrong 

Warnings: Mentions of war, potential social isolation, unexpected pregnancy, bombs, intoxicating gases, unmentioned nudity if you squint  

W.C: 2.6k

A/n: I’ve had this idea setting on my desk since last DECEMBER so I thought I’d share <33 also not proof read please lmk abt any mistakes

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 The smoke was alerting. 

 Unlike the carbon disulfide, which he loathed more than one should, it was clear of any color and had a rather pleasant odor to it. 

 The green haired male was so, so close to making a sprint for safety, to save himself from yet another week of no sleep, illness, and migraines. But soon he recalls what the head general, the kind brunette known as Zhongli, fed his ears a million times before they sent him into this place: “friend, not foe.” 

 The male took a deep breath; friend, not foe. 

 The process went agonizingly slow. They told Xiao they’ll get him ready for what they referred to as a ‘ball’. He wasn’t really sure what it was but his best guess was that some ball shaped food was awaiting him, although he could not process why he need to get dressed to meet food. 

 The male was well aware he wasn’t exactly in the best state before he came in, but why was rubbing his feet necessary if they were going to throw a pair of boots on them anyway?  He couldn’t make since of the use of all the powders and sticky liquids they were rubbing on his skin only to wash off a few moments later? It was a waste of the sweet-scented material in Xiao’s opinion. But he wasn’t here to imply his thoughts on these foreign items, that’s not his role and he will not be the man who meddles in other people’s jobs. Even on the rare occasions when he was asked which smell he preferred or if it was ‘too much’ Xiao remained silent; he will not speak unless his head general demands it. It’s always been this way. 

 After a tantrum of colors, the women dressing the male seemed pleased with the uncomfortable clothing they put him in. 

 Soon, he’s put in front of the reflective glass and he could barely contain his excitement over the sight before him. Xiao could not believe his eyes as a giddy grin made its way into the muscles of his cheeks. Sure, he’s seen himself in mirrors before, but he wouldn’t have recognized himself right now if it weren’t for the purple mark on his forehead and the peculiar shade of his hair. 

 Before he could express his gratitude towards the women who dressed him a few knocks came from the door, causing on of them to rush to it and open it with a few graceful moves. 

 The head general’s outfit was in fact very different from what Xiao was wearing, catching the latter’s interest; they’ve always worn similar uniforms with very few and specific design dissimilarities, so seeing Zhongli and himself dressed so differently is quite something. 

 Although Xiao would never bring it up, he was sure that the older man was plenty easier to recognize than himself, that with Zhongli always seeming to invest a lot of care into his appearance – to set a good example, Xiao presumed.  

 “Look at you,” the brunette started, his deep stern voice filling the room, “You look so clean and nice.”  “Thank you, General Lapis,” the younger male acquires, dipping his head gratefully. “So do you, sir.” 

 The young women couldn’t help their expressions, either amused or surprised at Xiao’s ignorance and blatancy, as Zhongli let out a light chuckle. 

 “Thank you, Xiao, I’m glad you think so,” he smiled at the now confused boy. “Shall we get going?”  “At your command, sir,” the forehead tatted male brushed the confusion off rather quickly. If not spoken about it does not matter, as he should not question the head general’s actions. 

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 On their way to the grand hall the amber eyed general explained what a ball actually is, previously presuming Xiao would’ve been confused of it. He also Explained to him why it was held and how special he is, which was the reason he was invited to an event of such. 

  To be quite fair, Zhongli great respect towards the younger male, formerly known as Atlaus. He was born on the battlefield, given birth to by a female soldier who was foolish enough to never inform the heads about her pregnancy. She was supposed to be discharged with her baby but they were on foreign land and cargo wasn’t rare but impossible. And so, the green haired male, now referred to as Xiao, was raised on the frontline of battle, survived up till now by some miracle, and hadn’t known anything but it. 

 Before long, they stood by the hall’s enormous entrance. The door was flung by soldiers left and right. But of course it was, the life-sized hall behind the giant gates possibly holds the most important lives to grace the land of the living. 

 General Lapis didn’t have to ask, as the guards immediately recognized him and two of them gracefully walked to the door and pushed it open in practiced motion. If he didn’t know better, Xiao would’ve thought these men were automated just like the bombs he’s seen and used on the battlefield. 

 The sight before him was so beyond fascinating he could swear his jaw hit the floor. It was – his limited vocabulary could never form a sentence that described it fairly. Is this what they called heaven? Xiao doesn’t really recall dying but maybe this was his ‘oasis’ after walking in the desert for days on end. 

 He loved metaphors. 

 His nose tickled with mixed scents, not a single one unpleasant. The rainbow of colors, be it people, clothing, or visuals, was all sight pleasing; as if his eyes were getting cleansed after all the gruesome things he’s seen in the war. 

 “Enjoy this,” Zhongli pats the arm-tatted male. “It’s to celebrate you.” 

 Xiao’s train of thought gets cut off, glancing at Rex Lapis and back at the heaven, hesitant and distracted, stiffly nodding. 

 “Wh-what’re your commands, sir?” The shorter asks, unable to take his eyes off the colors that he couldn’t understand. The brunette by his side chuckles lightly; even though Xiao no longer works under him, he can’t change his habit.  “I command you to do anything you please tonight; enjoy everything to the fullest.” 

 The words General Lapis said were more fascinating and foreign to Xiao then the ball itself. He turns to the older male, golden eyes staring at him in awe with a smile tugging at his lips, “Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”  

 He smiles contently as he pats Xiao’s back. “You earned it.” 

 Only then does the male in the brown suit, meant to cover up his burnt arms, leave Xiao's side; the absence of his worth present to take his place. 

 The short man tries to wander, glaring daggers at every mortal soul the dares glance his way. Xiao has always been left out, because he grew up among only adults and once he became a unit captain he wasn’t approached thanks to the scary aura that was him. He never had to socialize and so the amount of people staring and whispering was not but a bother to him, making him wish they’d go back to their business and not notice him like when he was staring at them from the entrance, little toys who had no idea of any but their own existence. 

 The male with the forehead mark successfully made his way through the gatherings, careful to avoid any uncalled-for contact whatsoever. Sooner than later, he finds himself standing by a long, long table covered with a thin, white cloth and all sorts of edible goods. 

 To Xiao this valued more than the whole of the ball, starting by the grand hall it was held in down to the people celebrating something they were utterly ignorant of. Food wouldn’t bother him. No, it won’t judge or whisper about him, plaguing his mind with self-doubt and other dark, implacable thoughts in the process. This –the mercy and silence of food – was all he could ask for at the moment. 

 “I personally recommend Almond Tofu.” 

 He practically jumps. One second, he was staring at the food and the next a female was right next to him, her warmth evidence of her assault of his personal space. 

 “Oh- sorry- was that too close?” the female before him chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward manner. “It’s a habit, I apologize.” 

 Xiao does not speak to her, instead opting for ignoring her and turning back to the food. He may seem collected and calm, but the male was genuinely terrified of the girl. 

 He had no idea how his defense got walked through. He, the Xiao of unit 1, the man who led four units at the age of thirteen, who would sense if a person was fake sleeping by their shoulders, had this girl barge into his personal space without him noticing. 

 He wanted to blame it on the loud ball where anything, down to the thoughts in his own head, was muffled and almost inaudible, but Xiao knew he couldn’t. He killed seven men sneaking up on him not only during an active battle but also in a bomb zone. How could an average, clearly spoiled to the core female trick his guard and get so, so close? She could’ve killed him and he wouldn’t know until the blade was out his chest. 

 “Hey- don’t ignore me!” the latter grumbles, leaning a fist on the table to support herself. “I’m trying to converse with you, okay?” 

 “Which one’s the Almond Tofun?” He raises one of his oddly shaped eyebrows, not sparing the female in a sparkling dress a glance. He wasn’t interested in the food she mentioned all that much, but he thought that maybe having a conversation where the other side isn’t tense and scared of him isn’t a bad idea. 

 “Tofu,” she corrected with a slight snicker, grinning at the pale boy. “It’s this one.” Her jeweled finger pointed at a certain plate with white cubes on it. He would’ve thought it to be ice if it wasn’t for the temperature. “Hold up, I’ll serve you some.”  

 Xiao watches carefully as the female reaches for a round empty plate and serves a few pieces of the gelatinous cubes, adding what he assumes is a fork on the plate and then directs it toward him. He observed every switch of her fingers for any sign of threat but returned empty-handed. He does not know this strange female and couldn’t assume her intentions. 

 Then it occurred to him. 

 Friend, not foe. 

 General Lapis’s words crossed the arm-tatted male’s mind. He had complete faith in him and knew full well he wouldn’t bring Xiao somewhere threatening both unarmed and without any instructions whatsoever. 

 “Yo, forehead tattoo, my hand is starting to hurt,” Y/n grunts, pushing the plate further until it almost came into contact with his chest. 

 Xiao looked at the insistent female once in distrust, then at the peculiar dessert. 

 Friend, not foe. 

 Reluctantly, he pulls the plate out of her fingers, taking a step back to maintain a safe distance between the two. 

 “Enjoy! Everything the cook here makes is delicious. Don’t eat too much, though, so you get to try as much of it as you could.” 

(a few hours later)

 “And then he was like- ‘I don't know you’-” the female mimics with a funny face, earning herself a chuckle from the male. “Like hello? Do you think I’m that stupid?”  “How bright of him,” Xiao chuckled. “If I were you, I’d just leave.” 

 For a very long while, Xiao watched the other soldiers talking and laughing together. He admits he hasn’t made any sort of effort in becoming close with any of them, he didn’t know what he was missing out on and so he didn’t long for it. But in reality, sometimes he wished they’d invite hi, when they all sat long at nights. He didn’t know what about him made them not want to approach him, seeing they never interacted with him to judge. It was like that for so long he got to the point of accepting the doom he lived in, convincing himself he wasn’t made for such. 

 But the pleasant warmth that filled his chest proved his theory wrong, and the girl sitting beside him telling him tales he wouldn’t’ve believed about his previous head generals proved every person that whispered ‘unapproachable’ and ‘scary’ loud enough so he could hear wrong. 

 “Tell me about yourself, Xiao,” the female suddenly suggests, looking at the male expectantly. “I only heard rumors but honestly none of it seemed to match what I saw of you today.” 

 Xiao looked at her, some of her features inaccessible to eyesight because the moon wasn’t bright and they chose to sit outside, away from the hustle of the ball. Her interest in knowing more about him and approaching him despite what she’s heard of him in rumors gave him a weird feeling. 

 He doesn’t recall if there were any other symptoms, but his heart slightly sped up and he felt his face heat up, too. According to what little he read it’s a case called being ‘flustered’. 

 He then feels weird sparks in his stomach. Like little, ticklish explosions in his guts. He had to go see a doctor because he doesn’t know how to cure this flustered illness thing by himself. So, just in case it’s contagious, he lays a hand over his mouth and nose, not wanting to infect the girl he has grown fond of. 

 Xiao thought he wasn’t cut for happiness and would never have the sort of connection even the old generals seemed to have, but the sparks lighting his stomach tonight proved it different. 

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Calling him the new King of Pop is so funny. He has not impacted society in any way. He is not influential. The only thing he’s king of is making music that’s played in department stores

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AGAIN FOR THE PROMPT

Maki zenin x (fem) making out

send me a visual prompt

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[5:04pm] 

Maybe Gojo wasn’t the best boyfriend. 

Maybe he was arrogant. Maybe he didn’t know the first thing about intimate communication. Maybe he had loads of things but never enough time. Maybe he was insecure. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

But for all you knew he was enough. More than enough- at that. For all you knew Satoru did all he could to please you. 

You knew that full well. 

Because there you sat in bed after what seemed to be the longest week of your life, knowing that it’d take longer than forever to get used to the new changes that have recently occurred. Yet you could only think of him to calm down the storm that is your thoughts right now. 

Fuck. 

He walks in slowly, hands gripping the door frame, careful as if he heard noise from an empty room. 

“Satoru...” you pushed the smile up the muscles of your face, trying to make it seem as genuine as you could. You felt fragile, vulnerable, even, ready to break at the least pressure. This was the last state you’d want him to see you in. “You’re early, baby, what’s wrong?” 

“Babe,” he huddles on top of the bed, taking your face in his long, gentle fingers. “Shoko told me. Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Oh God. Did he have to look so concerned? 

Your stomach twists in guilt. Now you’ve got him worried, too. What a day. 

“I’m good, really,” you lie, resting into the warmth of his palms. It’s not that you didn’t trust the male, you just wanted to keep your mind off it right now because you knew that you might break down if you had to bring it up. “I just needed the day to rest.” 

He looks empathetic, analyzing your words. He won’t miss the lie and you know it, he is the ‘strongest’ after all, he does not miss a thing. 

“C’mere,” he mutters, pulling your face into his chest. “I’m here for whenever you’re ready to talk.” 

Yet another astonishing thing about the miraculous Satoru Gojo; he just knows. 

“Thank you, sat’,” you smile, letting your worries come undone as you melt into the embrace. As of right now it’s just him, the only thing that existed right now was him and his overly warm hugs. 

Maybe Gojo is the best boyfriend. 

But it didn’t matter because as long as he were around no one else existed anyway. 

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for my baby @nkogneatho <33 I hope you're doing better!

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[8:34 am]

Katsuki never fails to forget about your early shift on Tuesdays, the day otherwise known as his day off.

It's not like you're gone for too long- not to what he notices. The blonde regularly wakes up a little late, and especially late on his one day off; it's the only day you drop the kids off at school so he can get his well-earned rest. By the time your duties are over and you got the kids back home he's most likely barely up, either having his morning coffee or even staring at the ceiling from bed.

But today was different. The kids had no school today.

You swore you checked if they were asleep before you took your leave- and they were- but the text you received from you husband clearly stated otherwise.

At home the Blonde man stood tall in the kitchen in your pink apron because he was too tired to look for his, as the two kids stood in their matching hero pajamas.

"What do you want?" he muttered, his voice hoarse as he leant on the fridge, rubbing his eyes open. On any other day he would have made them two bowls of cereal [lovingly] then went back to sleep. But to his unfortune, it seemed the family was out of milk.

"Hamburger!"

"Pizza!"

What?

Katsuki blinks at their absurdity, taking a minute to consume the fact that they're still kids. He doesn't have the energy to completely open his eyes yet and the kids wanted Pizza for breakfast? That wasn't even the worst of it- the two knew exactly what face to make and the eldest Bakugo was suddenly strongly urged to pick up the phone and bring their requests to life.

Is this what y/n deals with everyday ?

Katsuki doesn't usually deal with this kind of thing, not because he's a "man" or because he's irresponsible as many would like to claim, but because of his rather busy schedule- he's used to doing everything in his well to give his kids any and everything they ask for until his wife says is enough. He's not used to saying no.

"No, no, I meant breakfast," he smiled, trying his best to get his point across, "Omelette?"

"No, daddy," his elder, the girl with his eyes, your hair, and his mom's name, resists, "we want Happy Meals."

The pro hero raises an amused eyebrow at her sudden change of opinion, eyes flitting to the younger, a boy with opposite features and a name that associated with a certain red haired hero, as he starts nodding at his sisters words in persistence.

"Mitsuki, Eijiro, he sighed, kneeling down so he's level with the kids, "You know we can't eat that on breakfast- Mommy would kill me if I let you!" he exaggerates with a scared expression, making the kids giggle, he then slightly leans towards them, whispering as if there were anyone who could hear, "But if you behave I'll take you to the movies tonight." He lures, hoping no emergency occurs that stands between him and keeping his promise.

Soon, he realizes his bait worked better than he expected, evident by the kids looking at each other with uncontainable excitement.

"You're awesome, daddy!" Eijiro exclaims, wrapping his small figure around Katsuki's neck, giggling in excitement.

"Thanks, daddy," the female follows, putting more effort into containing herself, although it seems to be in vain.

The blonde man hugs both tightly to his chest, smiling genuinely at their funny and overly evident personalities.

Despite the long list of struggles that came with parenting two kids while being a pro hero- nothing beats these moments. To Katsuki, the mushy, warm feeling that crowded his chest whenever these small moments came to be, similar to the one he felt when he first met you, really meant the world to him. And he knows full well that- if push comes to shove- he would pay the world to keep these little beings from the slightest harm.

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hi new mutual :))

hey thereeee how ya doinn

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Let's do this I wasn't tagged but I have to lol

First main: diluc

Current main: zhongli/kazuha/ diluc

Strongest main: diluc

Weakest main: kazuha

Favorite main: zhongli

Future main: ayato or ganyu if I'm lucky

@dwindlingspace and anyone who wants to hehe

I wanted to do that one genshin post thing but I can't draw so...

First main: Bennett

Current main: Raiden Shogun

Strongest main: Yanfei

Weakest main: Childe/Bennett

Favourite main: Childe/Bennett

Future main: Dainsleif

This could be a tag game? I think?

Tagging: @altair-ation @myluvkeiji @yuezhong @favonius-captain

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— 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 who smirks everytime you giggle when he is tracing his fingers on your old tattoo that you want to cover. His nails feel ticklish against your skin. He's there to enjoy the view of your shoulders shrinking, lips widening and the little soft giggles that leave them. Unaware of what it's doing to him, to his heart as if it isn't skipping a beat, he grabs a file to draw you a picture of your new tattoo. There's a part of him that is content when he realises that something that he'd draw is going to be inked on your skin for a long time since. You're nothing but strangers who just know each other for only a few time. He hopes to take it further. Everytime he does. But his heart drops when he sees Satoru, your boyfriend, walking through that door.

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Airstrike on Yemen prison leaves at least 70 dead

Airstrike on Yemen prison leaves at least 70 dead

At least 70 people were killed in an airstrike on a prison as Yemen’s long-running conflict suffered a dramatic escalation Friday that drew condemnation from UN chief Antonio Guterres. The Huthi rebels released gruesome video footage showing bodies in the rubble and mangled corpses from the attack, which levelled buildings at the prison in their northern heartland of Saada. The Saudi-led…

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yemen's internet has been completely cut off as a result of airstrikes by US-UK backed Saudi Arabia and no news outlet is talking about this.

thinking of everyone in Sana'a Yemen and praying for their safety from Saudi/UAE bombardment. It's sickening to know that this is the third US administration to enable these war crimes while Congress chooses to do absolutely nothing.

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Boost

What's happening between Yemen and UAE is like what happened between Palestine and Israel few months ago.

UAE, Saudi Arabia & its allies are bombing Yemen, a poor country, without mercy. Lots of innocent people are dead and wounded.

When Yemen responds (UAE isn't affected cz it has developed defenses), everyone supports UAE. They get lots of media coverage, even those social media influences who stood firmly with Gaza.

No one stands with Yemen, their internet is cut off, they are suffering of media blackout on top of famine and constant war. #WeAreYemen