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@iscreamvanilla
Hi there! I’m Ro ✯ (twenties, she/her, bi) Shoto's darling 𓂃 ོ𓂃 Hitoshi's kitten Welcome to my little space where I write and yap about stuff :3
meet Ro 𓂃 ོ𓂃 selfships 𓂃 ོ𓂃 M.LIST 𓂃 ོ𓂃 rules + tag system
ོ writing & personal blog ོ not spoiler free, with reblogs of multifandom and nsfw ོ selfship friendly ོ 18+ space MDNI
i do not consent to my works being copied, translated, reposted on other sites (youtube, tiktok,instagram, ecc)
The day started catching some little bats sleeping behind the kitchen door in my gran's countryside house, day improved by 300%
daddy kink where the daddy is the bottom
“bedroom talk” but it’s just me telling my fav what I love about them while they’re inside me 🙂↕️🙂↕️
need him to feed me a freshly picked overripe peach, its juice trickling down his hand to his elbow as i bite into the soft pulp while he huffs a laugh calling me his messy girl
Bakugou and Kiri the dragon, I wanted to draw a festive, but not noisy vibe
i like to eat eat eat opples and bononos I like to eat eat eat epples and benenes 🍎
-`♡´- SELFSHIPS -`♡´-
✵ Shori 〰 ft. Shoto Todoroki
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✵ Roshi 〰 ft. Hitoshi Shinso
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✵ poly!shintodo 〰 ft. Hitoshi and Shoto
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dividers by @uzmacchiato
maybe we're kicking the bucket, but most definitely not today
a character very lovingly holding your head against their chest so you can feel their steady heartbeat …. gently cupping your other ear to muffle the sound of them shooting a man in cold blood
The "it's too big" to squirting on it pipeline
im having a boner and it's yours
*baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws*
Reblog to bap the person you reblogged from with your paws
“hey red, wait up!”
kendall inhales sharply when the strange term of endearment she’s become perhaps too familiar with pierces through the atmospheric chatter of the busy evening sidewalk. turning her head to look over her shoulder, she spots the only man who’d ever be bold enough to act this way headed to meet her.
dante.
“are you talking to me?” she shouts, raising a brow.
he smirks and holds his arms out, attempting to keep his practiced aloofness intact despite just how pretty she is when she looks at him like that.
“of course i am, you see any other cute girls with red hair around here?”
he saunters in her direction, kendall’s steps slowing to give him a leg up in his attempt to catch up with her. upon arrival at her side, dante closes the space between them, shoulders bumping together as they stand side by side.
she rolls her eyes in mock annoyance, turning and boldly reaching for the amulet around his neck.
“this is red,” she argues, pulling the heavy stone away from his exposed chest and gazing into its reflective surface. a slight flush blooms across his exposed chest in the wake of her touch.
“and to be honest, it seems like you’re turning a little red yourself, dante.”
he looks down at her, cool guy facade further slipping.
“you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
it’s a weak attempt to defend himself and elicits a giggle from the woman next to him who shrugs flirtatiously.
“i have to disagree with you there, red...” she giggles, trailing off, dropping the necklace back against his scarlet-tinged defined chest.
the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home
doing a slightly depraved thing and letting him know through a text just to embarrass him while he's studying for an exam in the library. only to have him make you pay after, in a most disinhibit manner
So I got a new book that has me real excited and I just learned this incredible thing:
In Wallachia, hippomancy was practiced to recognize vampire graves: a virgin boy was chosen to ride bareback on a black stallion; then the horse trotted over the pits and the one it refused to pass over was considered haunted.
