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[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

I return solely with animal crossing caps because I’m gay for our otp @0creditsgameover

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fun fact it used to be hard to play tomura solely for the fact the hand on his face used to skeeve me out so bad i would get physically ill

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ And what if I told you… I consider you my kid. ”

how are you this stupid

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symbolofthatass‌:

ducks, pats him on the belly. “ Too slow. ”

thats it killing your kids

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"Hotaru." Tomuras voice is blissful when he calls for her and she will find his expression just the same. "I did it. I killed him."

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      ░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░   What a beautiful sight to behold, her eyes would soften and fill with adoration towards him. For too long Tomura had felt the weight of the world crushing him and hurting his soul, so to see him this elevated with delight was positively a welcomed sight. A genuine smile pulled at her lips to express her own relief for him, to finally push a weight off that had been heavy for so long, it must feel absolutely great. 

Her warm hand comes to cup that cheek of his, as brittle and coarse as his skin may be, she did not hesitate to caress her thumb against it fondly. His other cheek would be met with a gentle smooch, too. 

❝ I knew you could. ❞ She spoke as she gazed into his eyes. ❝ I’m so goddamn proud of you, yeah? ❞

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ Do you think I’m stupid – in this house we make agreements with high fives. ”

high five

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ Can tou – look, if you wait like, five years? I’m pretty sure I’m gonna keel over by then. ”

okay how about we agree with a handshake

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ Why you gotta hurt me like this. ”

will you just die

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The world disintegrated around him in a nightmarish burst of never-ending cataclysm. The dirt. The debris. The bodies of fools who thought they could ever stop him. Nothing was safe. To touch a single thing could mean death all to easily. Destruction swirled around him in a cacophonous symphony of screams and crumbling city. Everything was falling away. Crumbling away. Nothing would be left. Nothing at all! It was horrible. It was sickening. It was beautiful. 

His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head in delight as the red dripped from his head in thick glops. Men. Women. Children. All crying. All begging. All wishing for a hero to come and save them, not even realizing the heroes are next to them doing the very same thing. The irony was lost on everyone, he knew. Everyone but him. Tomura threw his head back and laughed and laughed and laughed as the world dissolved away into dust.

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[supernovaenigma]

colored another bnha panel of Shigaraki

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@mortisfurem​

“And that…”

Call it what you will, care, faith, whatever it was that the being had in the boy he’d taken under his wing, this little power play of taking a boy who would mean so much to all the hero community and turning him into this festering rabid monster had all been a calculated effort on All for One’s part. To show him kindness with a dark hand that society had so starved him of, to breed the hatred within him to be such a formidable weapon against the world. A weapon none could take away from him. One that could so easily wipe away all the heroes once he was given all the quirks he had been taking just for the boy.

“…Is why you will win, Tomura Shigaraki.”

It’s a smile, cutting through the arrays of breathing apparatus and scant remaining features. A dark and twisted smile that only one such as him could shine with. He stands, and his devices follow, keeping every breath in time. Keeping evil incarnate alive and well in this world of ignorance and hope. He would be the bleak reminder that heroes could never truly win.

“Your hate will always be stronger than their desire for peace. Their doubt will always be seeds sewn in the back of their minds, and every failure to protect their own kind and those around them will cause that doubt to grow. Your hate will be their undoing. They will fight, struggle… But we must put them out of their misery.”

Tomura looked upon his master with unceasing reverence. The rage in his eyes, the lethargy, was never meant for him. Here was a man he would follow into the pits of hell without bothering to think even once let alone twice. That brilliant smile warmed him and encouraged that fire to grow, 

There were so many moments now stolen that he and, his teacher could never have now that he was confined to such machinery. He remembered the day of it. The feeling of terror. The sickness. The rage. Even now, he could still see what had made up his teacher before that shitty old bastard hurt him like he did which did all but deepen that nausea inside. That nausea was what kept him going through it all. He could do anything. Destroy anything. Anyone. Kill as much as he wanted. That feeling guaranteed he would never, ever stop. 

“I can’t wait.”

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A hand is placed atop his head, giving the silver strands a light jostle. “Pizza’s here — and don’t disintegrate this one this time. Unless he visibly threatens you. I can only cover up so much for why all the blood is on my doorstep.”

“Then maybe you should get it,” he grumbles. To be looked upon in fear is only delightful when you wish for it. Why should he be so bothered when all he wanted to do was eat? Alot of people looked bizarre due to quirk mutations. Didn’t mean he needed to be looked at like a freak. It pissed him off. 

He stepped away from his mother-figure and went to the door despite his hassling of her. If this one was going to give him shit, then he’d just have to make sure even the blood turned to ash and dust.

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ I’ll give you an unlimited credit card. You can buy whatever you want no questions asked. ”

“Stop trying to buy me. You’re starting to piss me off.”

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ I’ll get you some gloves, or something – I’m sure Dave can come up with something so you don’t have to worry about destroying shit. Please. ”

“Stop. It.”

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symbolofthatass‌:

“ Please, I can be a good dad to you. You’d have so many siblings. Like, 22 siblings. We can have Smash Ultimate tournaments! ”

“What the hell is this...”

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mistakcnforstrangers‌:

“Tomura Shigaraki. I will say that you should take this as a learning experience. There is no reason to take stock in what the forgotten relics of irrelevances past have to say when our cause is just. They will be broken, they will be forgotten. We will continue. His skeletal for should be a reminder to him and all others, that it is useless to fight me, no matter how powerful they make think themselves, we will always be more powerful and more numerous, and that there is no hope in the wake of our might.”

Tomura listens attentively as he always had and always would.  Every word was always taken to heart, filed away in its proper place, and applied when he knew best to. Nothing every washed through like a noise some river. He was a teacher. A savior. A surrogate father. A godsend. A purpose.  A reason for living. 

His father’s hand was removed and set aside carefully. “Yes, Sensei...” There was nothing worth putting thought into from All Might’s flagrant display of showy heroism that he has no means to back up any longer. But even in knowing all of that...even in knowing they’d eventually win...it didn’t stop that churning acid inside.

“He just makes me sick. Just listening to him talk makes me so angry. The sound of his voice. His stupid attitude...”

“I hate him. I hate them all.”