i think im gonna remake this blog a bit
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@izvkv
i think im gonna remake this blog a bit
ship with me
𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 // 𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚃 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃
( penned by luci / original character / promo credit )
im not the smartest forgive me
@oneshockyboi that ask is so cute..
Who hurt you
you want a list or what
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the boy’s hand , scared and rough , but so kind ―― she looks at it and then back up to the boy. he’s smiling ! he’s happy too ! deku - kun ! she smiled and her eyes didn’t squint , her face didn’t twist into false ecstasy. this was a smile she hadn’t felt in a long time.
❝ hey , deku - kun. ❞ she takes his hand. ❝ where are we going ? ❞
@izvkv said: “ you can hold my hand if you want, toga. ”
Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to be able to look at someone and smile for no reason.
You don’t leave friends behind.
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lonelydxnce:
WHY SHOULD HE DRAG ANYONE INTO HIS MESS? Those words were almost more terrifying than what he had done, that smile shaking him to the core & Katsue wanted to throw up, wanted to do anything to alleviate the anxiety that was filling in the holes in his heart. ❝No.❞ It takes him several minutes to find his voice, & he does not take the offered hand, does not make the decision to destroy Mikumo like he should.
❝I don’t… You don’t want any part of this, don’t make me… Please just go home, Miku-kun-❞ & maybe choked sobs & begging for the other to go weren’t becoming of a villain, weren’t expected of a murderer — he’d killed ever since he was a child, so why did he fear it? Why did he have such hesitation?
Had Mikumo always been like this? Always had that deranged smile? Had the friend Katsue loved changed like he had? Hesitantly, he picks up his bracelets from the chain they were on around his neck, careful not to touch them with more than two fingers, & put them on. Gloves went on next, black lace almost swallowing the image of burn scars on his hands from his quirk’s manifestation.
With hesitance, he reaches, takes Mikumo’s hand & swallows back bile, tries to ignore the way his mind screams at him to let go, that it hurts. ❝Okay.❞ He breathes out & he does not stop his shaking, does nothing but use his free hand to wipe away the tears that spilled from his eyes.
( this is your fate. he will die because of you, one way or another. they’ll kill him if you don’t first. )
❝Why… do you want to help..? You never seemed like one for- for villainy, Miku-kun… You were too good for that…❞ Had that kindness disappeared in the months Katsue had been gone? Had he been the one to suck it from Mikumo’s soul in his absence? Or perhaps the other had never been kind at all.
❝ well, there’s something you don’t know about me. & it’s because i care. ❞ you also wanted to scream that you didn’t care but the actual truth is is that you did. you cared about katsue a lot without knowing & telling yourself otherwise. you also didn’t go into what the other didn’t know.
you didn’t want to get into it right now. it was a hard topic for you to get into & you assumed it wasn’t best for this moment. a genuine smile craves into your face as you took off the other’s glove carefully.
you hated seeing him wearing the gloves. you trusted him without it, why does he need it ? when you took it off fully you held his hand again to let him know it was okay. a shine in your eyes helped to tell the other that it was okay.
Your 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 lights up my darkest days.
You hurt my friends. I don’t care WHO you are. Or WHAT you’ve done.
THAT’S THE BIGGEST MISTAKE YOU’VE EVER MADE.
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IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT THERE ARE FOOTSTEPS. Barely heard, the figure is not illuminated — he cannot find it within himself to care for strays that follow him, to be bothered by the movements of shadows & the darkness in his own head nor that of the other’s hair as he turned, purple orbs casting their disapproving stare on the other, hood pulled up to hide sunshine blond hair as he moved, no gloves on his hands nor bracelets on his wrists, hands held out in front of him as if to call for the other to leave, to desist.
His hands trembled, violent, but that was normal by now — even when promised so much for the use of his quirk, those memories did not disappear from his subconscious, that fear of his own hands touching a living being was terror enough to haunt his soul. Dreams of being reunited with loved ones had long since faded into nightmares, & those into almost-memories of killing everyone he loved, one-by-one, as they cried out for him to stop.
( don’t hurt us, they’d call in his dreams. please stop. you’re a monster, you’re a monster - didn’t you want to be kind? & he’d always reply with i’m sorry i’m so sorry i didn’t want to do this but they knew he did, they also knew, & they’d say so. you’re just a monster, hurting people is in your nature - it’s all you’ve ever done. sometimes, it was katsuki or izuku or his aunt & uncle. most days he saw mikumo’s expression, saw betrayal in eyes that didn’t ever care, & he woke up screaming as if he’d actually killed his best friend. )
❝You shouldn’t be here, Miku-kun.❞ There was a sadness in that voice, every word laced with melancholy, as if he’d never felt anything but drowning in his own tears — but was that not what Katsue was made for? Was he not made to shed his own blood for others? Was he not made to try so desperately to make things right? He was willing to do anything to have his parents back — even though it meant killing, listening to people’s sobbed last words & strangled pleas for mercy as he gazed upon them with cold eyes, dead eyes, eyes that had seen a lifetime of guilt & sadness & fingers that just wanted to claw the memories from them as they burned beneath his skin.
❝It’s dangerous to go after villains on your own, isn’t it?❞ Maybe he’d be a threat if he could stop shaking, if he could take a step forward & actually use his quirk, dispose of the witness like he was supposed to but then the nightmares flashed beneath his eyelids as he blinked and he wanted to cry, to claw out his own skin, to use his own quirk on himself if it would just end this life of bad decisions & misery that he’d been cursed to lead since birth all because of a quirk that could end a life with merely a touch.
❝You should go… Don’t tell anyone what you saw tonight, I don’t want you to be next on the pile of bodies.❞ It was an empty threat because he wasn’t sure if he could hurt Mikumo even if he wanted to, even if he had to, because what was the other if not someone he cared for? He couldn’t kill another person he needed in his life, not after his parents, not after-
( please don’t make me hurt you, he wants to whisper. please don’t make me have to kill you, i don’t want to be the one that ends your life. don’t make me make that choice. )
here you are, standing in front of your so-called friend. you two weren’t really friends, anyway, so you shouldn’t don’t care as much as you did. your heart stayed at a normal pace shattered when you saw what was happening. your brows furrows as you looked at the other for a long while.
you began to have second thoughts about life. this wasn’t the first time you thought about becoming a villain. you look calm because you are you pretended to be. you don’t have a bad gut feeling about this.
what do you do next ? well, you take out your hand. you’re going to fool the other by pretending you want to be a villain, it fit your whole personality. a gruesome smile on your face as you just had to be yourself act being crazy. your face was only a face that only a mother’s could love your smile was so big & crazy.
❝ let me help. ❞