Feb 13, 2025
"Bruh, I'm really getting old," Chris laughs. "I know my family is in their 300's and I'm only 31 but I'm so old! It's time for jazz!"
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"Bruh, I'm really getting old," Chris laughs. "I know my family is in their 300's and I'm only 31 but I'm so old! It's time for jazz!"
“If anyone of my fellow deputies gets hurt I will go feral and revert back to my Corporal days in the Marines and ya’ll who hurt them will get eaten and then shat out by me personally.”
Izuku thought about things for a while. Father’s day... He hasn’t actually bee in contact with his actual dad in years. He doesn’t know when they lost touch. To his knowledge, his father still supports him and his mother. Even still, he doesn’t feel close to him at all...
Pulling out his phone, Izuku typed out a message. He read it over and over again. It wasn’t even that long, yet he still felt as if he needed to proof read. His thumb hoovered over the “send” button. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pressed down on the screen.
[To: All Might]
Happy Father’s Day!! [From: Izuku Midoriya]
“A friendly reminder that I was raised in a time afore ‘goth’ was a trend acceptable-- and no, manic panic white foundation is this not. Literally born this way was I, but I appreciate the compliments nonetheless. And I send all my love to you baby bats out there.”
Dressrosa’s Coliseum is not only a platform of blood and battle. It is a stage, an amphitheater for artistic productions and rallies.
Today, after many months of practice and rehearsals, was the premiere of “Carmen”. A tale of love, law, society, bitterness, envy and ultimately violently passionate people. Doflamingo was there himself, joined with Jora, Dellinger, and Sugar. A live video feed was provided for his more reclusive Officers within a Home Theater. Senior, Pika, Vergo, Baby5 and Gladis able to enjoy the production without abandoning their personal comforts or secrecy. A recording would be later sent to Monet.
Somewhere he’s sure Viola was enjoying it as well. Perhaps another box seat, perhaps a private viewing for herself and a companion. Vergo, maybe, if he preemptively decided his officers antics too much to enjoy the show.
The orchestra finishes warming up, the spot lights flash onto the raised stage, and the drama begins.
*TACKLE HUGS* ^w^
Starscream blinked in a confused manner at the sudden hug. “Erm...thanks?” He raised a brow. He wasn’t hugged that often for sure so he was a bit awkward.
Optimus just stares while not being amused by any of this. He just hopes Primus and Unicron don’t fight again.
That dream keeps lingering in the back of her thoughts.. It’s unsettling.