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Danna made a new terrible bitch, Kirari Momobami of Kakeguri come follow.

He scratches at his chin passively. “What?”

I think if your sister saw you now, she'd be very disappointed with you

The reaction was swift. Hand set about their mouth with a vicious grin to take up enough space for two as it disfigured his features even further. “What will your family think,” his voice hissed ghoulishly,”When they see what I’ve done to you?”

And then the rot began to set.

#Anonymous

the only thing better than new shigaraki content?

new frightened shigaraki content

#i only want you to suffer because i love you sweetie #hows that hand dear 8>

my dad is the better dad than yours

not everyone can be birthed by jesus the crust, grandpa

#autoriita

' i can and will bust your kneecaps. '

don’t you have to wake up old mcdonald you rooster lookin bitch

#autoriita

“ transforming weakness into strength ; strength will surely become weakness ” (AFO c:)

“I understand, Sensei...”

A man with all the answers to never mislead him or set him astray, his teacher understood this world better than any other character in this shitty game called reality. Sharpening up those weaknesses when you could be focusing entirely on your strength will only make you mediocre in all areas. Jack of all trades but master of none. Give your efforts to what you’re good at and you shall excel.

#quirkiisms

bonetaker‌:

what

where my afos be at

protectorrs‌:

“I hope you like jail because that’s where your creepy butt is going.”

“Good luck with that Izuku Midoriya.”

gets on: oh yeah i cant wait to play the boi-

realizes none of the blog is finished

bye

protectorrs‌:

“I hope you get your butt kicked.”

“I hope you like watching everyone and everything you’ve ever loved crumble to dust before your very eyes.”

#bitch #protectorrs

here's your ultimatum : perish or perish

how about this

9/11 2: escape to africa

#autoriita

what's with all the hands? :^/

what’s with the beak, birdboy?

#autoriita

motherfucker

festeringfilth‌:

“If such a simplification are the words you choose for comfort, then that is so.” It was never so overly fond of the titles like its siblings, it cared not for much beyond its monsters and getting their bellies full upon the entrails of others. The goal of the eldritch demiurge was never so malevolent as its ‘sibling’ the Crawling Chaos, or so short sighted like the ‘Nameless Mist’ as the other had dubbed itself, nor as avaricious as the Darkness. The spread of disease and death was but a byproduct of a creator wanting its creations to thrive.

“Your kind was always so fond of… labels, and deifying that which they didn’t understand.” Another laugh, and thin sickly green skin is pulled back grossly taught at each of its cheeks, or even deifying those they saw as powerful. While it was true, that Abhoth was the weakest of the Outer Gods, that still put its being well and far above any mortal. Strange abilities or not.

“Though in the end, we suppose it does not matter what you believe, we have nothing to prove to any being of mortal flesh. We are, what we are– and what we are is a being from beyond the stars, beyond space, beyond time.” Abhoth’s tale was just more unfortunate than that of its progenitor and ‘siblings’. While Nyarlathotep was the only one who could pierce the veil unaided, existing at the spot where all of creation was birthed meant that Abhoth was a part of it, in every variation, in every universe, throughout the whole of the omniverse it’s infinite being is divided among the whole of existence.

A lone finger catches the skin of his cheek between tangled locks of hair. He was as perplexed as he was lost on this guy. Tomura couldn’t help but feel he’d be gullible to take all of this at face value, but calling him a liar seemed wrong too. Such thoughts were beginning to annoy him. It was too vast a thing to fathom that it felt absurd to even try-especially when he already had so much to deal with down here on Earth.

“Can I see it?” He felt directionless with only this single thought as a beacon in this confusion. Setting sights into the stars had drained his mind of notions and fathoming leaving it difficult for him to remember what had begun this bizarre encounter in the first place or why he didn’t just leave.

At the vocalization of such curiosities so too returned the feeling that came with it. To see another’s ability, perhaps he could study it, hone his own to grow it even further than it was now. Maybe there was something to learn in this unsettling figure of unknown origin that could not be garnered from anywhere else. Even if he weirded him out like non other. Even if looking upon him made him queasy in the worst way.

#festeringfilth

festeringfilth‌:

“Most strange.” Sickened eyes continue to watch its child of living disease, watching it flow back into its body to disappear. They were always the ones who garnered preference over the undesirable and despicable rats that called themselves humanity– Even these ones with so many neat and fascinating abilities weren’t anywhere near as interesting as those of its descendants that managed to free themselves from the pits of its being.

With the creature now dispersing itself throughout its progenitor’s veins the diseased gaze of the ancient creature falls upon the young man, a sense of delight alight in them. At least what could be considered delight with eyes so full of cataracts and rotted. “Oh we can do much more than decay. It is a symptom of our being.” Freshly emptied hand folds behind the being with its counterpart. The reason it was so fascinating that this one could rot was because it was a power that tapped into the force of its own power in some regards.

“We are the progenitor of all filth, disease, monsters– Rotting can be a side effect or a direct action if we wish it.”

Lips quirked and were promptly chewed. Tomura didn’t exactly not believe him. Call it a feeling or call it the overwhelming facts taken in by observation, but such astounding claims couldn’t be written off like that. He also didn’t really believe him either, though. Of all that he had learned and been taught, something like this didn’t really fall into line in any easy to fit space. The Doctor made monsters, humans made filth and birthed disease. That was what he’d known.

He crossed his arms, forefinger and pinky poised above the fabric. Tomura had long mastered his Quirk and required no outstanding mindfulness to keep from rotting a single thing without the deliberate will for it.

“So you’re saying you’re like what? A god?” That’s alot to believe by word alone, even if he looked more of the figure of what he’d claimed than any imagination could design. Gods were figures of human creation made from the powerful or crafted from abstract thoughts as a totem for controlling the weak. The closest he’d ever come to a living god would be his powerful, eternal Sensei who reigned as a god on earth quite literally.

#festeringfilth

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