Silly Ghost

She/Her ~24~ Chaos bringer

[ghostly-haunted]

ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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[writing-prompt-s]

After accidentally summoning something not from this world, all you can think to ask is to breathe better. You’ve always had a breathing problem, and you want it gone. “Oh honey, That’s all?” she says, “you’re such a good soul, I can help with so much more. I’ll help, on the house, for you.”

[cannibalchicken]

[toastyglow-rb]

1920s gangster voice: when you stare into the boid the boid stares back

[i-am-a-lazy-mess]

hate when I type :) and this 🙂 fucker appears. Go away you evil soul

[remanence-of-love]

[ikimaru]

added the Jax and Pomni one and here's all of them!! 🫶

[peashooter85]

Scottish dagger with antler hilt, 19th century.

from Sofe Design Auctions

[thememedaddy]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

let's put Scooby and the gang in a genuine horror movie situation, i wanna see what these freaks are truly capable of

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

"didn't they already do this with—" no. put them in a slasher film. put them in a BLOODBATH. put this van full of weirdoes in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario i have FAITH in them

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

THEY'D DO WELL IN SAW

[mourningkite]

Underground is a weird place

[secondlina]

No transphobes allowed, only transborbs.

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[sceptixfakemon]

it looked cooler in my head

[sceptixfakemon]

THANKS EVERYONE FOR BEATING MY ASS IN THE REPLIES AND REBLOGS . IT IS COOL INDEED

[sceptixfakemon]

very awesome reblog that made me feel things

[pukicho]

Never trust a freak who kills for sport.

[pukicho]

No matter how good his credit score is

[thememedaddy]

[kerovousphoto]

Hello from Vienna

[thatoneacademic]

[whattheheckmidoriya]

If requests are still open can i request something where reader has an anxiety reducing quirk, readers body sends out frequencies that relax those around them the closer a target is, so if you touch reader the effects are even stronger. They’re Basically anti-depression meds in human form. And they’re dating Aizawa, and when he hugs them he instantly feels calm, and reader kind of helps him through his mental health after he has a rough night after a patrol. Bonus if reader is working under hound dog at UA as a substitute guidance counsellor for the students.

Frayed Nerves

Description: Aizawa's mind had been in a frenzy ever since the USJ incident, and it's been slowly tearing at him. When it all became too much, all he could do was run to you.

Word Count: 981

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Author's Note: Ah thank you so so much for the request, friend! I know it's not word-for-word what you'd asked for, but it was such a nice request to shake me out of my writing slump🩷 I hope you enjoy!

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He couldn’t remember making his way home.

Truth of the matter was, he couldn’t remember half of his day. His thoughts flickered in and out of existence, none of them remaining long enough for him to grasp at, and it slowly drove him mad. He's not like this— not at all. Shota had always been rational; he'd always been collected and quick to act. However, something in him has changed, something not many had noticed.

Something felt horribly wrong, he thought.

Shota felt it the second he walked out of your shared home. He could feel it on his commute to work— the pit in his stomach, growing, consuming him little by little. An ache in his chest made him squeeze his eyes shut, his breaths ragged with every painful thump of his heart against his ribcage. His ribs rattled with every quickened breath and racing beat, his chest threatening to cave in on itself.

This didn't feel normal, not to him.

It started soon after the USJ incident. Yes, he noticed the way he'd subtly flinch whenever someone would reach out to him or the way he'd reach out for his scarf more often for a sense of security. That sickening feeling in his stomach only got worse as time went by, his nights long and restless. Shota lingered around you more often, his mind always so full of terrifying thoughts that he couldn’t seem to put to rest.

He tried to do as you told him, he really did. Deep breaths in...and out. It didn't work. It never seemed to work. It wasn't enough. His mind was too loud, his chest too tight. He felt his mind slipping away, frenzied and unfocused.

He gave your other advice a try as well. Wash your face. Have a warm drink. Take some time for yourself. It didn't work either. The water was too hot for his face, the coffee too cold for his taste. He couldn't escape the noise— it seemed to follow him everywhere. The loud chatter from the U.A. hallways, the constant patter of feet on the ground, the skull-rattling bell that nearly made him want to rip his hair out.

Shota never wore his emotions on his sleeves. No, he didn't allow himself that pleasure. He'd always been a man of subtly, a man of quiet words but loud actions. Despite his best attempts to keep a collected exterior, there was a crack in his demeanor. His fingers fluttered at his sides often, as if trying to subly shake off some of this unwanted energy. His jaw ticked, clenched tightly so as not to give away his inner turmoil. He hid often behind the thick bundle of his scarf, tugging the fabric further up his face.

He didn't know what was happening, didn't know what to call it. But you did. Of course you did; you'd seen this a million times before— had to comfort many students and civillians through it.

"Shota," you'd said gently, almost as if trying no to spook him off. "You're experiencing anxiety, okay?" 

You'd offered to help many times before, insisting that 'this is literally what you're made for', but he couldn't bring himself to accept your offer. Perhaps it was pride, maybe even shame— fear to become a bother— but he found it hard to simply...let go. Shota knew of your quirk, how it helped soothe so many troubled minds before, but he could never bring himself to be just another person you had to take care of.

But he couldn't do it anymore.

The commute back home didn't even register in his clouded mind, his body moving by muscle memory alone. He probably skipped his patrol that night without even realizing it.

It didn't matter. He just needed to see you.

The door might've closed a bit louder than he intended, but he didn't notice. He just needed to see you. His belongings sat abandoned by the door, each one landing with a thud as he shed them off— his bag, papers, shoes all scattered around. Desperation marked his every move, accentuated how much he needed you.

The noise must've alerted you to his presence because it didn't take long for your head to pop out of the kitchen.

Instantly, his heart felt lighter at the sight of you.

"Shota, what—?" You didn't have the chance to finish before he'd wrapped you in his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He held you tightly— tighter than usual, and you immediately understood what he needed. Wrapping your arms around him, your hands rubbed gentle circles over his back, the mixture of your quirk and your touch nearly turning his tense body into putty in your hands.

"Rough day?" you murmured quietly, one of your hands reaching up to his head, cradling it against your neck.

Shota sighed heavily, his chest deflating. He only gave a silent nod in response.

You both stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. You knew Shota was never the type to talk his feelings out, so you held him until he felt ready to let go. But it took a while to get to that point. He held on tightly, almost as if slowly letting go of the unease that had been building up within him. His tense muscles slowly began to release, his breaths slowing into a softer pace. Shota could feel it, the way your quirk balmed over him, soothing his every anxious thought and feeling. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling, pooling from his mind and trickling down to his toes.

It felt good.

You sighed softly, squeezing him gently as you felt his lashes flutter against the skin of your neck. "It's okay," you cooed quietly. "I've got you. You're safe."

And that was all Shota needed to let his mind drift off.

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