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deathglycerin:
keen eyes never once leaving her has the blonde watching each step she takes here on. no longer snarling towards her at all he pays no mind to Uraraka placing the stave against the tree. muscles tense the second she grasps his arm, and soon it relaxes once she begins to examine it. it would be a lie if he didn’t admit that her presence, and carefulness was enough to have the unruly blonde relax just enough to have his wound glanced over. small mumbles lost he doesn’t say a word other than arch his brow at her at the nonsense that may have been spewed from her mouth.
red eyes lock with chestnut brown eyes, and he watches in mild surprise as all those emotions swirl about. tsking noise leaving him, he glances off to the side to ignore the fucking round face as much as possible. pain in the ass, but she was damned good at what she did, and he’d unwillingly admit verbally that she’s got his back more often than not. hell he fucking knows that he’d be dead somewhere if he hadn’t listened to her, that’s the sad part.
❝ stop fucking looking at me like that! ❞
sounds of someone rustling through something grabs his interest, and soon he’s back to watching her go through the satchel. it’s dully noted that there’s empty bottles, so a trip into one of the tows with the usual alchemist shit was overdue anyways. the awful smell hits him like a tree stump to the gut, and he’s hissing just a bit at the thought of it even being near him really. it pisses him off that she’s worried about his well-being enough to ask, but the moment that tone is caught in her voice he’s taken to narrowing his eyes at her.
like hell he would listen without tossing out a small argument of disagreement. he’d been reckless before meeting her yes, he’d been close to death that he could almost smell it at some point while wearing the scars of his recklessness with pride. still she was right, but that he didn’t mean he had to lay down, and fucking agree with it readily.
❝ want a fucking bet? I can fucking push on if need be, there’s a fucking town not too far off, we can rest easier there to avoid that fucking coming back for another round while one of us is injured. ❞
Letting out a laugh, his retort didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. She’s grown used to his aggression and recklessness, their partnership beginning not a year in the past. Still, the chestnut-haired sorceress supported him to this point, despite all the disagreements they seem to have. Still, a pleased grin blooms at his words. He did agree, huh?
“Right. Let’s go when I finish, okay? I still need to get potions.”
Wrapping the wound loosely with the gauze, Ochaco figures he’ll be okay until she gets the proper medical supplies - until then, this is only a bandaid to a greater issue. Her eyes wander up his arm, sighing through her nose at the scarring that littered the appendage before meeting his eyes. Red like fury, strength, courage. Red like passion. Just a few words to describe the obstinate blond.
Her hands release him as she recaps the brown bottle, tucking the soiled handkerchief alongside it into her satchel once more. Reaching for her stave, the bubbly girl begins to walk, making their way back to the town he mentioned. She glances over her shoulder, eyes glimmering as she laughs again.
“Let’s have a race - the sooner we get back, the sooner we can get rest and get that guy!”
With that said, she begins to pick up her pace, fully betting that he’d take up her challenge. She only could get a few second headstart before his strength could catch up to her, anyway.
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WHY THIS?!
THERE IS NO RHYME OR REASON IN THIS HOUSE.
Hey friends, sorry I haven’t been active on Ochaco lately; work has kept me busy & I’ve been readying myself for Anime Boston. Not to mention the incessant melodrama brought on by Bullshit & Crew. Which leads me to the reason why I’m making this post.
Ochaco is going onto semi-hiatus.
I’m also going to say this once; not everyone’s morality is going to coincide with yours - technically, that’s a good thing. It allows diversity of opinion. Sometimes these opinions are wrong, I’ll agree to that. But you can’t harass someone, flippantly use terms that have become so watered down that it has no significant meaning anymore. The hell are you? The lynch mobs of colonial America? Get the fuck over yourselves. If you didn’t notice - roleplay is supposed to be fun, not the goddamn Thunderdome. Yes - some people have been victims of abuse and taken advantage of, and I’m sorry to hear that! But there’s no goddamn reason for you to bully and belittle people for wrong think. “But Erika! They’re interfering with my safe space!” Block and move on? I don’t know what to tell you since it’s up to you to protect yourself without infringing on other people’s ability to express themselves.
If you think people writing smut with aged-up characters is pedophilia, I have some bad news - you’re fucking stupid. Legitimately that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard to the point where I can’t wrap my head around it. It’s anything but. I can’t believe, in the year of our lord, 2018, that I have to say that someone writing adult aged-up characters doing the diddle isn’t fucking sexually predatory.
I have no words for the things I’ve seen in the past month. Live and let live, guys. I’m so done with this shit. If you want to talk to me, DM or send an ask for my discord.
Finally i can post the illustrations i did for the @kacchakozine !! Thanks to everyone who bought a copy, follow and supported the process! As my first zine i can say it was an awesome experience :) big shout out to @kipio and @amajikies who did an excellent work running this project <3
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Soul Eater AU Kacchako for @technoskittles!! Merry Christmas!!
Your options for the secret santa were all so good it was really hard to decide, but here’s the result! hope you like it!! :)
Also i don’t know if this is legal, but this has a PART 2, YEAH GURL IMMA SPOIL YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA
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the dual haired boy sideways glances over in her direction when he hears her comment. it becomes clear as day that his message or rather intention missed its mark. considerably. he didn’t become angry or annoyed even though he could have. instead, he tries to rephrase himself and see if the message this time becomes more clear.
he sighs, “ look — i wasn’t. ” he firmly tells her as he attempts to brush the assumption off once more. “ you have a hard time with this subject don’t you? ” he recalls how midoriya once told him he couldn’t join because he already had promised uraraka that he would help her with her study session. “ i know that you failed the last test and i don’t want you to miss that class because of something like my stupid fever, ” perhaps he shouldn’t worry too much about it but considering she’s already done so much for him he simply cannot help but do so.
Her eyes go wide - when did he hear about her poor grade last test? Moving her gaze down to the partially eaten lunch that rested on her lap, she juggled with what to say. Certainly, she’s been distracted by things that didn’t usually cause this much turbulence in her life. Ochaco brushes aside some of the long locks of hair that fell in her face, unintentionally giving him a better view of her troubled expression.
“That’s... not all of it...”
One of the girls said it in passing; a playful tease. Her cheeks take on a darker blush. Her mind recalls the exchange - begrudgingly. That little fluttery feeling made her stomach twist and really, with all her might, she kept herself stationary in the chair.
“I’ll be okay -- I just gotta try harder! That’s all!”
Finally I could finish this drawing. I still have many things to learn, but I will strive!
TOO MUCH URARAKA OCHAKO (Ch. 100 - 163 ½)
I wanted to have a picture where I can see as much Uraraka as I can and this was the result. This is mostly for reference though (pretty sure someone already made something like this though oh well).
I just realized I didn’t draft like half of my drafts i’m gonna combust
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pace set he knows that pushing himself forward, and the ROUND FACED sorceress so much was the worst idea. wounds aching, and body SCREAMING at him to stop he pays no mind once more. DEATH he wants to kill that little son of a bitch from earlier, and it’s HIS drive the whole time. a glance over his shoulder tells him that he’s moving too QUICKLY, and that he should wait up for Uraraka. ANNOYANCE builds up until he’s feeling RAGE settling inside his being. fucking shit! the worst part of this all was that he’d FAILED at tracking the fucker, the idea itself was MADNESS, but it happened.
❝GODDAMN IT! ❞
it’s the only verbal warning he gives before losing his cool, and punching the tee nearby. knuckles stinging the blonde doesn’t pay mind to the small voice that ended up speaking. he’d KILL that whelp when he seen him again, and he’d make sure it was nothing but HELLISH. turning around so that he was able to see Uraraka a snarl rips from his throat as he extends his arm out towards her. fucking FINE he’d let her stop the damn bleeding if she was that bothered by it.
❝IF it’ll SHUT you up fine! treat it! ❞
The graceless crunch of bark drifted to her ears, causing aching legs to stop a little more than arm’s reach away. Catching her breath, she slumped against the cool basswood of her stave. Only when he juts his arm out at her does she straighten herself once more, approaching him with some trepidation as one would a feral animal.
A lack of reaction aside from a snarl eases the brunette’s worries considerably. Resting her stave against the bark of the tree beside her, a gloved hand gingerly grasps his arm, examining it with gentle caresses with the opposite, bare hand. She mumbles something, too soft for him to hear, but circular chestnut eyes glance at him. In them, relief, concern, and happiness swirl while a small perk of dimples on either corner of her lips.
She then begins to rustle through the contents of her satchel - majority of it’s contents are empty glassware with remnants of potions swirling at the base. Her hands find what she was looking for: a roll of fluffy white bandages, an unused handkerchief, and a dark colored bottle. The bottle swished as she juggled it between her hands, pulling off the cork to release the unbearable scent of an alchemist’s art. Lightly dousing the handkerchief in the liquid, Ochaco finally lightly begins to clean the wound, dabbing the still oozing blood and wiping off the dried remnants on his skin.
“It’s amazing that you dragged us this far when your arm is like this... Are you okay?”
A singular pause between her words, lips pursing and tone gaining an edge.
“Still you ought to rest. You can’t push yourself to the brink of death and expect that you’ll win a fight.”
there was an absurd lack of kacchako on this blog, now it’s fixed (´∀`)♡
Gently smooches her cheek.
The look she loans him is incredulous; having only partially participating in the conversation with him as she stared out into empty space. Maybe he did say that he was going to press a kiss her, and maybe she did say “okay.” Eyes wide, mouth hanging agape much like a fish.
“Wh-what was that for?”
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Thick brows press together as he begins to stalk forward - a predator on the hunt. Neither of them were in any shape to continue the battle; having exhausted majority of her mana and the contents of her satchel. What in God’s name was he thinking, wounds like that could easily impair a man, and yet he still insisted on pushing forward with the chase.
The toss of a barked warning causes her to straighten herself, bones and muscles alike crying aloud. A drop of his name, telling him to wait as she uses her stave as a walking stick to chase after him the second he begins to disappear from her sight. He was going to get himself killed, slaughtered like a beast. How could she face the others if she left him? The thought sent a harsh shudder along her spine.
In whatever capacity she could, she reasoned with nobody but herself, try to support his stubbornness. Calling out to his back, the sorceress expected her efforts to be fruitless.
“Bakugou! Wait. Please let me stop the bleeding! I have some bandages--”
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Uraraka: [confirmed] a Jirou fan !