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who else here plays genshin. i need some friends to play with. my zhongli is lonely...
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if anybody wants to write me starters, then that’d be great, bc i’ve incited the rage of bee, so. :peace_out:
maybe, if the world was a little kinder - we could’ve been friends.
COOL, BLUE EYES NARROW. she’d seen the blonde at headquarters before. all she could remember was his sour attitude and raging ways. he — if she was being honest — was not shizue’s favorite person in the world ; in fact, he was kind of her least favorite. he was loud, ran hot … quite the opposite of her. but, they were part of the same corps so she needed to be tolerant.
eyes rolled as she steps further into the garden to the headquarters, standing with arms behind her back. ; they aren’t far apart but far enough. shizue let’s out a small scoff. ‘ here to set something on fire again? ’·
he snorts, rolling his eyes. ❛ if that's the only thing you think i can do, then you're dead wrong, ice pick. ❜ he looks away, towards his mentor, the bright sun catching the yellow and crimson, igniting the man with fire and smiles. katsuki turns back to shizue. ❛ what's the deal with all the pillars 'n shit? i don't know why i'm here. ❜ he was just a tsuguko, nobody important. yet.
therushbee's stream is what gives me life, and that is the reason i wake up.
burn any brighter, and you’d conquer the sun.
IT WAS STRESSFUL. having to completely move dorms — even if just for a few days. one of her classmates let his quirk get out of hand and it caused significant damage to their dorm building ; now, they were having to share a building with class 1-A. she’d got the short end of the stick and was left with a room at the end of the hall, next to probably the loudest people she’d ever heard.
bakugou was known to all. he was explosive, angry, and probably the only person kigata knew of who could never lose their voice from yelling too much. his music was always blasting, or doors slamming. it was no wonder she’d gotten so stressed and burned her textbook ; it was necessary for an assignment due the next day. having no other choice, she left her room and moved to his door, banging upon the wood.·
❛ shitty fucking extras, ❜ he mumbled under his breath, flipping through his own text book, hand clenching a stress ball, so tight it nearly ruptured, the stress lines in the rubber paling each time he squeezed it. some bozo ruined the dorms for the other hero class and then everyone had to move - into his dorms. his music shook the figurines on his shelves, but he didn't care, he was a petty guy - of course he was going to turn it up louder each time kirishima pounded on his door.
a knock at his door and he raised his eyes, narrowing them. he sighed and stood from his chair, opening the door. oh. right. she was living next to him. he'd forgotten. she was a rather plain looking girl, blending in with the crowd, if not for the sunlight that poured from her smile. he adored her smile - he didn't get to see it often. he frowned slightly, but sighed. ❛ what do you want? ❜
im alive. but at what cost? at what. fucking. cost?
❝ history won’t remember me . ❞ ― oh , but darling , you’ve already MADE history !
𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 ©
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EIJIROU KIRISHIMA! / ok to rb! / it’s honestly a present to my favorite kiri, @hardentm
Hey guys, I hate ever asking for help but here’s the situation. I’m supposed to be moving in three weeks. But do the fact I don’t have a job yet in the area I’m moving they want the rent upfront in order to live there. My roomate threw his back out and has been out of work and I’ve been primarily on my own to get us to move there.
Due to rental prices I can’t have both a moving van and feed myself plus my pet in order to get down there at a comfortable rate or cushion in order to do so. So I’m really asking for whatever you can if you can donate anything that’ll help. I know we’re really in a tough situation right now as people.
But anything you can donate I ask you at least contribute and if you can’t please reblog this around so I can get the extra money needed in order to move out of my mentally abusive home. I can’t put that up on the site due to the fact certain family members will find it and complain or belittle me for asking for help. Please anything you can spare would help.
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Hey guys I’m posting this here because I really need some help. And I hate asking for help but I’m really desperate rn
to help out with this goal , i’m offering $5 sketches ( bust or waist-up depending on my mood ) and i’ll be donating all of the proceeds to help kris move !
just dm me here , mutual or not !
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋?
GOLD, considered a lucky color to have, the gold soul color is never short of achieving their goals and prospering. analytical, intelligent, and cunning, the gold soulcolor is alluring to even those who aren’t their soulmate. you either envy them or hate them, there is no in between, and they’re fine with that. this color has expensive tastes and chooses to live in the world of high fashion. they aren’t shy about showing off their achievements and wealth, and they often lose themselves in materialistic things. bigger and better is their motto. gold soulmarks can seem shallow and judgmental to those who don’t know them well. they’re not afraid to cut nuisance out of their life and don’t put up with different opinions than their own. they are known to indulge in self care often, and they avoid things that stress them out as much as possible. always knowing how to get what they want, the gold soul color surrounds themselves with people who are not going to stand in their way. they are usually surrounded by a small clique of people designed to lift their spirits with praise. they are also clingy to those who make them feel good, and they are known for bending for those they deem important.
tagged by: @hardentm tagging: @veroxins, @dekiriu, @pruinesce, @featherot, @wargod AND ANYBODY ELSE!
i knew i had to draw that bakugou panel as soon as i saw it 🧡❤💛
HARDENTM. / 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 !
“ bakugou! ” he’s bursting into the blonde’s room with a sense of purpose, marching across the space until he is standing directly besides the desk. kirishima has hands resting on his hip and a very serious look on his face. the subject at hand was a serious one and he needed to make sure his friend knew it. “ match halloween costumes with me. ”
it was only because eijirou had been loud with his entrance, that katsuki knew he was in the room. he feels his boyfriend best friend stop beside him and he turns to read his lips. his hearing aids were taken out so katsuki could focus on his homework, the history of heroes was a long and torturous subject, but had to be done. he watched eijirou talk, before a sneer made his way onto his lips. he shook his head and lifted his hands to talk. ❛ FUCK NO. ❜
HARDENTM. : 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 !
“ so, anyway! i told the guy that if he wanted me to work for him, he better have good insu- ” he looks up to see that katsuki was completely zoned out and paying him no mind at all, which could only mean one thing…eijirou quickly leaned across the table and force katsuki to tilt his head to the side. suspicion confirmed. hands raise. ‘ why’d you turn them off? was i talking to much again? ’
his eyes watch the hands and he shakes his head. ❛ you’re just loud. and i’m trynna figure out what to eat. ❜ eijirou had gotten much better at sign language, so katsuki wasn’t signing as slowly as he used to. and he was using shorter signs, to cut down on how much time it takes to get what he’s saying across.
ah. the big sad. sorry guys. i did do three drafts but i still have like 15. i'll try to work on them.
ONESHOCKYBOI. / 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 !
‘ my… mug ? ‘ it takes him a second to get it. his eyes had drifted back down to his video game, but surely that was a mistake. bakugou didn’t look happy. he doesn’t quite duck out of the way, but he’s wary of what bakugou is after.
‘ wait, what do you want with my face !? ‘
‘ don’t blow up my face ! i’m too beautiful for that ! ‘
he blinks at the other boy, before ripping his hand from his pocket to grip denki's face. his fingers pressed dents into the other's cheeks, the skin flushing with rushing blood to the areas of distress. he pulls the other to his face and plants a small kiss on denki's lips. he pulls back and sneers. ❝ MAKE ME HAVE TO SAY THAT AGAIN AND I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET BEING BORN, understand? ❞
HARDENTM. : 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 !
eyes are slow to open and the first thing that register’s on kirishima’s brain is pain. his entire body was screaming at him and begging he not move, so he dare not so much as move a finger. at least not yet. mind flickers back to the day prior when they stormed the yakuza base, when he faced off against rappa and put his body on the line. no, his LIFE on the line. it had been a fierce fight that nearly resulted in him never coming back. but he was here. barely. a sound beside him pulls kirishima from his thoughts and eyes look as far left as they can see, registering that someone was sitting there.
head tilts to the head, though it begged to not be moved, eyes trying their best to focus on the blurry figure that sat beside his bed. they were slowly adjusting but not enough so he knew who was sitting there. mouth opens to speak but no words come, just a hoarse cough that causes him to groan in pain. even his vocal cords seemed to have taken a beating, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. kirishima swallows hard before finally forcing at least one word passed chapped lips, “ h-hey… ”
sleepy eyes slowly open at the words the other spoke. his muscles cried against his movement, but katsuki shifted in the seat and his hands fell from supporting his head to his lap. it takes him a moment before he fully registers what eijirou had said. ❝ HEY MY FUCKING ASS, shitty hair. the fuck were you thinkin'? being a hero ain't gonna matter if you break your body to fucking pieces. ❞ but his anger was artifical. it was just a show. he had been so fucking worried. the dried tear tracks on his cheeks was tell of that, but he hid them with a swipe of his hand over his face. ❝ but you were stubborn. do that again and i'll take ya to your maker, trust me. ❞