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im still here. the hurricane ripped through my little town in NC but I've got power & internet back now. thnx for being patient. <3

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He craves caffeine.

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tell  me  why  you  followed  my  blog  and  tell  me  what  made  you  stay. 

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i   just   wanna   enjoy   myself.   seriously.   do   some   leisurely   patrolling,   put   in   a   few   appearances,   say   ❝ aw   shucks,   no   trouble   today, ❞   and   get   a   good   night's   sleep!   that's   my   ideal   life!   i   wanna   make   this   world   one   where   heroes   have   time   to   kill.

private   &   selective   /   mutuals   only   hawks,   the   winged   hero   of   kohei   horikoshi's   my   hero   academia.   primarily   headcanon   based   with   potential   canon   divergencies.   not   spoiler   free.   (   oc   +   crossover   /   au   friendly   )   adult   themes   are   heavily   present.    flown   by   chi   /   31   /   she   +   they   /   cst.

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@erxsxre

fashionista kings

// one of my many pieces for cat's cradle

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"Are you okay?" Maybe it wasn't appropriate to ask that question now. But after seeing the way he was treated by the target, Deku wanted to make sure that Shinsou was doing all right. Deku grabbed his face in his hands and angled it around as he assed the damage.

This wasn't the first time that Shinsou felt his ears were full of cotton and his tongue tasted like fresh citrus, just at the back. That tangy, battery-acid like taste coated the back of his tongue and his throat-- every swallow the citrus turned to copper and he distantly knew that there was blood running in the back of his throat; his nose must've been broken again. He just set the fucking thing a month ago. He doesn't exactly hear as well as he used to-- you know, like this morning. Ears full of cotton, almost like he was underwater and when he tries to focus on the noises around him, there was an ever encompassing ringing that seemed to get louder the harder he tried to focus. He can't hear the cars, he can't hear the sirens… he can't hear anything: not clearly anyway. Did he hit his vape a little too hard?

he feels soft hands at the back of his neck and one on the curve of his jaw. Despite him being dazed, Shinsou flinches at the hand and pulls his head back slightly; fingers dig into the dirt and he relishes the feeling of the grit against his burned and cut palms. He keeps the sand in his grip in case he needs to throw it to make an impromptu escape. He's still in fight or flight mode-- still in that mindset of going Plus Ultra! but soon, that hand gently comes back, starting at the curve of his neck and heading slowly up to his nape and his head instantly falls back to look upwards to the owner of the hand. his eyes are unfocused, the glare weak as he tries to put on an intimidating front, but Shinsou burnt himself out quickly. The ambush was so sudden that he didn't exactly have time to regulate the strength needed. It was just.. guns blazing in a hopes of getting out of it.

"b-Bunny?" he stuttered slightly, speech slurred from no doubt an oncoming concussion. His tongue felt ten times bigger in his mouth now. It almost makes him want to gag.

"w-what's.. um.." he pauses, eyebrows drawing together as he tries to form a sentence but he can't. He's overwhelmed; his body wants to clam up and he can feel the internal fight of wanting to shut down and wanting to scream at everything he's feeling. It's a shame his quirk didn't work on himself.

" mm." his eyes close, the pounding in his head finally starting to throb behind his eyes, in his teeth-- even his cheeks hurt with each ache of his head. He reaches up, gripping Deku's arm with a trembling hand.

"i got.. fucked up.. huh?" he laughed quietly, the exhaustion more palatable than anytime before. He gives a gurgling inhale before his hand starts to grip Deku tighter and tighter and tighter--

"i want to go home… Bunny.. @mightiboy"

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Eepy boy is eepy.

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characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

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Gives you a coffee that's been brewed exactly as you like it.

His eyes soften at the latte on the desk, mouth quirking up at the corners ever so slightly. His hand pauses at scratching at the nape of his neck to simply resting his hand against the back of neck, dragging it down to his shoulder slightly. He leans his head to the left and right, a sickening series of snaps following as he released the pressure from his neck and shoulders. Long fingers grab the drink as he flops himself down into the uncomfortable chair, propping his feet up on a smaller, non-wheeled chair. His eyes flutter shut when he takes his first sip.

“Thanks, Bunny.” @mightiboy

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He’s judging ALL OF YOU.

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… slowly puts lunar moth away.

❝ everyone hates me and wants me to suffer at the hands of my worst fears and laugh at my misery !! ❞

^^^ keeps getting shown bugs .

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❛ i can't stop thinking about you even when i try. ❜

"That's gay."

Hitoshi says in a serious tone, mirror the tone of concerned before he breaks out in snickers, slightly rolling away from Katuski // @xplosionbomb to cover his eyes with his hand but he can't stop the stupid grin from stretching across his mouth. He's coughing and laughing, listing his arm to peek out from under it to the blonde and through the haze of smoke that lingered between them. Hitoshi had the night off, not surprising with how hot it's been in the evenings. Too damn hot to be causing all that riffraf. Hitoshi certainly doesn't want to try and squeeze into his hero suit in this humidity.

"I can make you forget if you'd like. If only for a few moments; don't think my quirk can actually make you forget shit permanently."

Ah hell, he made himself sad again. He's quiet now, teeth biting the inside of his right cheek out of habit. He's ruined his own fucking high again. Realistically, he knows Bakugou isn't seriously thinking about him all the time. He knows Bakugou isn't telling him this to make him feel bad, or even insinuating that he wanted to forget. Hitoshi took it too literally. He flops his arm down on the bed, pushing himself up before his legs cross and long fingertips are plucking the half smoked joint from the ashtray. He snags his lighter before letting the flames ignite the end of the "cigarette" before taking a deep draw from the other end.

" I knew what you meant, just.. ignore me. If you can."

he smirks over at Bakugou, winking when he catches his gaze.

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@mightiboy

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[ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds

Son of a bitch, this was going to scar.

Hitoshi angles the extended mirror more to the left and leaned in carefully. The countertop he's sitting on is dotted with blood and his fingertips are turning gummy from the substance drying. He pushes up his cheek faintly, resting his teeth together (not grinding, nope) before the curved needle pierces his flesh. The white hot flash of pain runs down his jaw and Shinsou hisses out a breath through clenched (this time, definitely clenched) ivories. He pulls the thick-ish thread through the other side of the laceration, starting to close the gash. It was thin, but deep and Hitoshi keeps doing the loop down, loop up method and kept his stitchings close together. It wasn't until he was halfway through did he almost jump forward, stab himself in the eye all while trying to stay on the countertop with only one asscheek.

"damn it, Katsu // @xplosionbomb; my door was already open you didn't have to slam it."

Hitoshi's voice is slightly breathless, righting himself back into his previous position before starting to suture up his wound again. He's gotten used to the pain, but it doesn't mean his hand still doesn't quiver with the lightest of tremours. He tips his head a little, not too much that the skin distorts under his fingertips. He's already annoyed that its congealed beneath his nails and it makes his cheek sticky. He knows he's going to have a crick in his neck by the time this was all over.

" I'm fine, before you go mother hennin' me. Ain't big, but it's deep."

His eyes cut to the mirror, glaring at Bakugou as he watches the blonde start to spit out a joke; that snarky smirk only growing. Bakugou's eyebrow raises in a silent challenge and that smirk turns into a challenging grin before those lips part and Hitoshi immediately cuts him off.

" shut. up."