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  ☁ミ✲ God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run Searching for meaning ミ✲ ☁

[briilliance]

                                Walk a Mile in my Shoes.

                                    Featuring Muses from:

         BNHA, Disney, Pokemon, YGO, Steven Universe and more

[briilliance]

                                Walk a Mile in my Shoes.

                                    Featuring Muses from:

         BNHA, Disney, Pokemon, YGO, Steven Universe and more

[briilliance]

                                Walk a Mile in my Shoes.

                                    Featuring Muses from:

         BNHA, Disney, Pokemon, YGO, Steven Universe and more

[briilliance]

                                Walk a Mile in my Shoes.

                                    Featuring Muses from:

         BNHA, Disney, Pokemon, YGO, Steven Universe and more

[briilliance1]

Well, time to log off this multimuse..ngl i’m kinda emotional about it idt i’ve logged off since i first made it lol.

I’ll cya later on the new Multi!

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[briilliance]

                                Walk a Mile in my Shoes.

                                    Featuring Muses from:

         BNHA, Disney, Pokemon, YGO, Steven Universe and more

[briilliance1]

ALL MY CARTOON BIOS ARE DONE. I’M SO HAPPY.

[briilliance1]

Hello! Imma work on a starter and finish off those bios now! I have icons for almost all the muses I want (minus DBZ and some human muses) but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to move before this week's end.

Thank you so much for all your patience!

[briilliance1]

So i’m iconning Future Trunks and Mai from the Goku Black Saga and I’m emotional all over again fuck.

HOW DARE YOU CALL TRUNKS A SINNER AND A DISGRACE TO HUMANITY. SENSEI GOHAN DIDN’T RAISE NO BITCH.

Ik Trunks is gonna take years to write all his verses for because there are literally so many timlines and aus and I wanna do the “Jail Planet” thing too cause I’m just a sucker for OVAS but I need to pace myself cause it really is a lot of lore I’mma have to cover

I’m also iconing ChiChi/Milk, Goten (I will subject myself to GT cause my son deserved bette), Bra (again, don’t judge me), and I’m still thinking on Krillin or Android 17 ngl

[briilliance1]

It was admittedly hard to not give an audible reaction to Yuuga’s very uncommon appearance, a creamy pasty mask covering the blonde’s flawless face as a glittery headband pulling back that straight and silky mullet of hair that normally flowed uninterrupted over the back of his head.

Leaning into the kiss the boy slowly began descending, stopping only to allow his boyfriend to unceremoniously rip away the box of treats he had brought him from his chest.

Feisty and graceful as always.

“Oi..I think you left something behind.” 

The boy teased as Hanta wiped away the residue that stuck to his cheek before flicking it towards Yuuga’s direction.

“You don’t gotta tell me twice!” Cutting off his tape the student was quick to land, beckoned to follow by the unfair and sparkly handsomeness of his valentine.

[briilliance1]

It's a true damn crime no one gave Makaira ANYTHING for Valentine's Day.

[briilliance1]

Note: I’mma still be doing Valentine’s stuff for a couple of days, probably to the 16-17th so don’t worry if I didn’t answer your thing! I will!

[ecntrc-aaaaa]

@briilliance​ said: “It arrived early and I don’t want it to spoil so..uh.. surprise?” Holding out a small box the emerald boy laughed sheepishly, a heart shaped piece of cheese resting inside it. “Thank you for being my friend Aoyama-Kun.” - Izuku

random ask

        yuuga’s eyes absolutely danced at the sight of the heart-shaped cheese , the act of friendship surprising him much like everything izuku does. at first , he isn’t quite sure how to respond ; usually he’d play it up , but too much of his genuine emotions were at play. he almost wanted to cry , but he knew that would be too silly. so , he takes the box in his hand , still looking down at the present. 

        “ … midoriya … “ he says finally , sparkles dancing around him with full gusto. “ i love it ! th — thank you , mon ami ! “

[briilliance1]

     @quirkladen​

It’s Valentine’s day, which means that Ringo has reached levels of vigilant, flustered stealth the likes of which have never been seen before. How she’s kept this up until the lunch hour is anyone’s guess, but now that 1-A’s classroom is unguarded she can finally put her plan into motion.

      …Granted, this “plan” is just to put this box (gold, with a purple ribbon sealing its contents, containing half a dozen pieces of chocolate carved to look like lightning bolts, alongside half a dozen more chocolate hearts–the latter of which is the main reason she’s making this a covert operation in the first place, if this is opened in front of her she will die) on her boyfriend’s desk, but still! A harrowing plan, regardless! Keeping low to the floor and jumping at every little noise coming from out in the hall, Ringo’s fingers (several bandaged from various minor mishaps melting and shaping the chocolate) hold tight to the box as she reaches his desk.

     Once she’s there, she sets it down carefully in the middle–then the upper right corner, then lower left, then inside of the desk, then back on top, then back inside–then clattering half an inch back down on top of the desk again as the sound of the classroom door sliding open reaches her ears, making her fumble. And, in what is certainly not her proudest moment, she does possibly make a little strangled shriek, face burning and eyes wide as she turns, painfully slow, towards the classroom entrance.

"Kacchan really didn’t need to go that far! I swear that guy’s not trying to show off anymore and just wants t-” 

A hand moved away from his sweaty brow as Denki held a dirty towel against his shoulder, eyes narrowing on the item resting innocently over his desktop. Two types of alarms seemed to go off instantly within Denki as he approached the box with slow and steady movements.

Eyes darting around the room as he tried to detect any betrayal of a laugh or someone trying to choke down a nervous chuckle. He wouldn’t past anyone to try and mess with him, hero students or not they were all still a bunch of rowdy teenagers after all.

“This looks like a pretty big box..”

A very big box.

Reaching for his bag Denki kept looking around, aware of the odd looks he was getting from his peers as he took out a pencil and began poking each side from the flashy decorated container. Using the tip to pull the lid off before taking a dramatic dive to the floor as he expected some sort of explosion to go off.

“Eh?”

Nothing. It was clean.

Giving a nervous laugh he shrugged his shoulders, dusting himself off before finally looking inside. Eyes lit up as he felt his mouth water, hands reaching inside to grab handfuls of the homemade sweets.

“Awesome! I love chocolate!”

[briilliance1]

“I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” / aoyama to sero !!

"Three words?” Playfully reaching for his chin the taller student began swaying back and forth, eyes closed as Hanta hummed loudly. Slowly he turned to walk away, moving to circle around his boyfriend with a dramatic strut.

“Three words. Three words..let’s see..”

“Cheese is gross? No, that's not it.” 

Teasingly he turned away once more, his “thinking” only getting much louder as he leaned against Yuuga’s shoulder. Shaking his head and clicking his tongue the hero finally reached for the blonde’s fair face. 

A steady hand holding him in place as Hanta leaned forward to ghost his lips over sparkly-glossy ones.

“Kiss me now.”

[quirkladen-remade]

@briilliance​​ asked: It was big. A black shiny box decorated with sloppy cut-outs of thunderbolts sat outside Ringo’s door that morning. A loud metallic gaudy bow decorating the top of it, a simple tag with the vampiress’s name printed on it. Inside sat a large teddy bear with one big red button for an eye and various discolored patches decorating its body. Long silver claws at the end of its stubby hands and a stitched apart smile. - For Ringo from Denki

     Today is a day for stealth. Espionage. Carefully-calculated avoidance. She has a piece of precious cargo in her bag set for precise delivery, which, should it fall into the wrong hands, will be her mortal undoing.

     …Chocolates. For her boyfriend. Valentine’s chocolates. Valentine’s chocolates for her boyfriend, shaped like lightning bolts and, more incriminatingly, little hearts. This absolutely cannot be perceived by another set of human eyes outside of her own and Denki’s–and he’s only just barely gotten clearance himself. So, cracking her door open to squint suspiciously down the hall, Ringo finds her attention tipped downwards as the bottom of her door nudges something–a box. Black, gleaming, topped off with a shining bow and decorated with a series of lopsided thunderbolts that immediately betray the gifter’s identity. Brows knit, a twinkle of enthusiasm enters her eyes, and she hisses out an awed whisper of, “Cool…!” under her breath at its wrappings before sinking into a crouch to carefully pry off the lid.

     “Ohh…?!” Eyes and fingertips trace eagerly over the patchwork bear within, bumping across the smooth plastic of its nose; its button-eye, its claws, skimming over the soft fabric of its body, then tucking her hands under its arms to gently lift it from the box to study it closer. Whipping her head from one side of the hall to the other to make sure nobody else is out and about to see it, she tips her head back down towards the bear and hugs it close to her chest, burying a giddy, smiling face into its plush texture for a moment before gathering up the box and shuffling back into her room to give the bear a reverent place smack dab in the center of her bed.

[quirkladen-remade]

@briilliance​ asked: “Surprise! This time I did not make you food.” She giggles, holding out a Steam Punk themed scrapbook towards the student. “It already has some of our pictures in it..but I left a lot of blank pages so you can decorate it however you want! - Makaira

     “Ah? How unexpected!” Gaze tipping from her friend’s cheery face to the gift being presented to her, Mino feels a faint smile come across her features. “Oh…” Her eyes gleam with interest as she takes the scrapbook into her hands, fingertips running idly over the raised gear designs on the cover before carefully flipping it open to spy the handful of photos Makaira has expertly placed within. Her smile inches a little wider, a touch overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture. Then again, it seems practically in Makaira’s nature to do as much–time and time again this is proven to her.

     “…This is wonderful, Makaira-kun, thank you. I’ll make good use of it.” Fingertips drumming a gentle, pleased rhythm against its cover, she shuffles it carefully into one hand and pries open her bag with the other, extracting a small, plain pink box (containing a number of carefully-shaped truffles, milk and white chocolate, a neat drizzle of thin pink, strawberry-flavoured icing over the tops) to present it to her friend, a little sheepish. “I… ended up taking a leaf out of your book and made sweets… I don’t have the same flair for it as you, but I hope you can enjoy them regardless…”