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[feelingsadish]

uh, so i forgot my email for this account and just found it again 😭😭

BUT i'm only coming here to say i'm moving accounts because i just want a fresh start. i'll be working on my fics on the account but i'll leave up missed messages and the one-shots since i don't feel like transferring them over + they're already done :v

if you see this, check out my new account @aerasion !!

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⎯⎯ LETS GET MARRIED ༉‧₊˚✧

     love was mysterious in many ways. love never announced when it was arriving; instead one had to spend countless nights awake wondering when they started feeling this way. love was never easy; it was finding time for the other with busy schedules, showing affection, being there through rough patches in the road. love was never always told with “i love you”; it could be told through actions or, in this case, through the words “let’s get married”.

act one

i.  new norms ii.  it’s bonding time ladies iii.  how not to wear kneepads iv.  a smoothie? v.  losing hurts vi.  late nights and scary movies vii.  study dates viii.  tba

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⎯⎯ HAND HOLDING ༉‧₊˚✧

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why was his heart beating so loud? it shook it's cage with such strong force, alarming the owner that was in fear of the other hearing.

you were just holding hands.

he had done this before, sure, but this time was different. you were different. he couldn't help but adore you and everything you did.

so he found himself staring at your face, examining every new feature as he found it.

kuroo was so star-struck in love, but you didn't know that.

"hello? earth to kuroo?"

"hmm?" a blush dusted his cheeks, his gaze diverting from you and onto the road ahead. "sorry,"

you laughed, making him fall harder and harder. how could someone be so sweet, so luring, so. . . you. it was bewildering even to him, the hugest nerd there was.

a blush was on your cheeks as well, knowing you caught him staring. it wasn't creepy, no, it was adoring.

the short silence passed as you went on to talk about your english class, and how you were miserably failing.

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⎯⎯ STARRY NIGHTS ༉‧₊˚✧

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the rooftop that seemed so high was nothing compared to their view. with the view came a wave that washed away any worries and stresses of the day. the only noise was their synchronized breaths and the loudness of the stars themselves.

they yelled, cried, screamed with joy– but they weren't too loud for the pair. it brought them peace and serenity, not only the novas, but each other.

they were rocks, keeping the other grounded when they felt like flying, becoming a sturdy support when they needed to get back up.

so, here they lay, side by side, watching the sky above as the stars were at their loudest. with small, longing glances at each other, waiting for the other to notice them, they lay. with the silent conversations they held, they lay.

and as the sun came, the night ended with a kiss as loud as the stars themselves.

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i know yall aint sleeping on kai nobuyuki 😤👏

look at this man —

he's so pretty???

have my children please 🥺

ty for coming to my ted talk 😌

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬              ༊*·˚ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

♡◌‧      𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  ━  suicide, mature themes ♡◌‧      𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵  ━  585 ♡◌‧      𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥  ━

 (y/n) : ocha, i’m scared.

(y/n) : you’re a great friend. it’s not your fault.

(y/n) : see you soon.

     Ochaco arrived at your shared apartment, a shudder going through her body as she opened the door.  Something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She went to her room and took off her shoes and jacket, yawning as she did so.  It was around midnight and she had just come home from meeting her new friend.

     She learned that her name was Tsuyu and that she lived with this girl named Mina. They had gone to the city and walked around, sharing stories about different places.  Ochaco would definitely want to relive the night any day she could. Well, at least for now.

     You had been quiet and she guessed that you were asleep.  She began towards your room, ready to goodnight to you.

     When Ochaco reached your door, she noticed a note that had not been there before. It read, “Don’t come in.  Call the police, they’ll know what to do. Love, (y/n). Don’t come in the room. 

     Ochaco was worried, no she was scared.  Quickly she dialed 911 and told them about the note, her voice shaking throughout the whole call.  The operator tried her best to calm her down, but it was no use. The operator had advised the brunette not to open the door until the police got there.

     The pit in her stomach wouldn’t go away.  Finally, she gave in and opened the door. It was a mistake. 

     There your body hung lifeless.  The life and color from your face had drained and it was then that you could clearly see the sadness in your (e/c) eyes.  She opened her mouth, nothing came out but choked sobs. She fell to her knees and covered her mouth with her hand.

     Ochaco couldn’t believe what she saw.  She blamed herself for how clueless she had been.  She could feel the blood on her hands, but they were clean.  It was then that she began screaming. She stared down at her hands and screamed.  Ochaco tried to wipe the blood off, but it wouldn’t disappear.

     The police soon arrived and dragged her out of the room.  They took her out of the apartment and into the hall where students were swarming around the apartment.  They began talking, but Ochaco tuned them out as she stared at the door. The door she used to leave (y/n) all alone.  The door she used to get one room closer to your hanging body.

     People began talking the day after.  They pitied (y/n), but they didn’t miss her.  Not the way Ochaco did and it frustrated her how they could easily talk about it.  Every day she was reminded of your smile, of your laugh, of the time you sang her happy birthday.  She couldn’t forget you.

     When she met new people, she always looked for little bits of you in them.  She didn’t want to let go. When the funeral came round, Ochaco finally felt the realization settling in.  You were gone and she couldn’t do anything about it.

     She heard you.  She heard you singing happy birthday to her one last time, but it was sad and slow.  It dawned on her that she would never see you again no matter how hard she tried. She wondered,

     No one saw it coming.  Could I have? Was there a message I missed?

━ * PSA. if you or another is having suicidal thoughts, please, and i cannot stress this enough, please talk to someone. i promise you the world that it gets better after you’ve hit rock bottom.

i am here if you need someone to talk to if talking to a relative or someone close is too uncomfortable for you.

please. you matter and i don’t want you to give it up because it isn’t the only option.

hotline :  [phone]

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬                ༊*·˚ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

♡◌‧      𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  ━  mentions of suicide ♡◌‧      𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵  ━  294 ♡◌‧      𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥  ━

  You sat cross-legged on your bed, your phone in hand.  You were distracting yourself, keeping the thoughts at bay for just a little bit longer.  Now was not the time, but anytime is never really the time to do it, isn’t it?

     A knock interrupted your thoughts, your door opening to reveal your roommate Ochaco.  “Hey, I’m going out to meet a friend.  Will you be okay alone?”  A small smile graced the brunette's face.  She met someone nice.  Maybe this was the day.  “(y/n)?”

     “Hmm?  Yeah, I’ll be alright.”  You hated lying to her, but you just put on a smile and pushed the feeling down.  “Go.  Have fun.”

     “Thank you!  I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.  See you soon.”  Ochaco smiled.

     She went to close the door, but you quickly stopped her.  You wrapped your arms around her tightly, choking back tears.  “Goodbye.”

     Ochaco was taken aback but hugged you back.  “I thought we didn’t say goodbye.”

     “I know, I just  ━  today I wanted to do something different, you know?”  You could feel Ochaco nod before she pulled out of the hug.  “Happy birthday, by the way.”

     “I  ━  you remembered.”

     “Of course I did, silly.”  You smiled, playfully hitting her shoulder.  Shortly after you began to sing happy birthday to her, Ochaco becoming a flustered mess. 

     “T ━ thank you!”  She smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before closing the door and leaving. 

      You hated watching her leave knowing what was going to happen later that evening.  It churned your stomach, but it had to be done and you knew that.  You were going to miss her, but was she going to miss you with her new friend around?

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࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

ೃ     𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦   ━   𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚  ┊   𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ೃ     𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰   ━   𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚  ┊   𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ೃ     𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦   ━   𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚  ┊   𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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.ೃ࿐ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦      hellhound

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦      transformation 

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦      close-range

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯     this quirk allows the user to transform into a hellhound, hence the name.  they are unable to transform in cold temperatures and while they are wet.  the user is vulnerable while they are transforming into a hellhound, but only for a few seconds as it doesn’t take long to transform.     while they are in their hellhound form, they have peak speed and strength.  they are able to conjure up a column of flames and disappear into thin air, but only once every five-ten minutes.  with every step, the ground beneath them is scorched for their claws are as hot as the hottest part of a flame.  their claws are as sharp as knives and can slice clean through their victims in one slice.

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴      tba

𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯      while i was making this, i imagined a villain using this quirk due to hellhounds being from the underworld and them being an omen of death.

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦      this quirk is based on the hellhounds from greek mythology.  one thing to keep in mind, though, is that hellhounds are guards for the underworld so i suggest having them as a defensive quirk user rather than a fighter.   feel free to use this quirk, but i would appreciate it if you mention me if you use this quirk for your oc.  see ya soon!

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.ೃ࿐ 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦   poker face

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦   emitter

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦   medium/close range

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯   this quirk allows the user to generate cards at will which can then be thrown at a target to make precise cuts.  the cards can also be used as a close-up weapon, but it is difficult to create injuries that affect their opponent's ability to fight.  depending on the user's aim, the cards can be very deadly to their opponent.  the cards are sharp like knives and are paper-thin, making it difficult to aim farther than fifty yards.   the cards are made from the exposing skin of the user and the user can make as many as they need as long as they are physically able to.  the user must concentrate on the card they are making otherwise it won’t have the same effects as cards that have been fully developed.  all the cards have the same effect, but cards with higher rank, the highest being kings and the lowest being aces, are sharper than those with the lowest rank and take more time to create.

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴   𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝  the user creates 5 high-rank cards and throws them at their target.  this move is more effective on 2-5 targets but is more deadly on 1 target.

𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯   this definitely fits both of them so it’s just a matter of preference.

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦   so, i got this idea after watching a video of this girl doing a playing card inspired makeup.  it was really good and i just had to create a quirk for it.  anyways, feel free to use this quirk, but i would appreciate it if you mentioned me if you use this quirk for your oc.  i may also update this quirk if i think of something i didn’t add in the original post.  see ya soon!