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[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

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      ░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░    ❝ Of course I brought the pizza. All six of them. ❞

[yourpowerbelongstome]

                                      𝚒𝚝'𝚜     𝚊𝚕𝚕     𝚏𝚘𝚛     𝚢𝚘𝚞 …

[eschemer]

“So many villains, but there’s also All Might at least.”

@allmiighty @0creditsremaining @the-thread-of-muses @astcal

[karitxriki-a]

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BACK ALLEY DEATHS; A dying dog with its tail between the legs trembles so roughly it loses balance. It is beaten and abused, not unlike tire-tread roadkill trailed across a noxious, polluted road. The weight of Shigaraki’s mistakes are drowning this retreating hound; the bloodshed is overwhelming. The sound of a thick metal pole is of birdsong; a crack against the side and Overhaul can feel brittle bones give in to the force, an unnatural strain snapping collagen like a rotting tree among the season’s first tempest. There are blooming roses forming upon unblemished, white shoes, and the pole he grips is splattered of blood and saliva, of anguish and rage.

A cry bursts from this dog’s lonely lips, feeble attempts at defense sprouting like weeds. Fury is apparent within this gangster, and yet the ravenous glint betwixt Overhaul’s sunset eyes suggest that any sense of precaution or concern is benched and watching with cruel interest. Shigaraki Tomura is a dog – no, a rodent, and pesticide is bestowed in Overhaul’s pseudo-hands. Steel scrapes on a violent floor, sporadically lined with decay; his fleeing is disgustingly entertaining, like watching vile rats scatter when their nest is disrupted. Blood is left across a wooden floor, marrying with its cracks and flaws; rose red, iron and sickly-sweet scents of injury.

“Hm.” Curiosity apparent as greedy faux-fingers curl around chilled metal; head cocks like a vulture peering down upon slow-baking carrion. “It’s kind of hard to see you as some kind of prodigy. To think you gave me so much trouble... talk about overrated. “I wonder how many people you’re disgracing, running and writhing like this. You look utterly disgusting.” A pause before his leg rises, driving his shoe into this pest’s side. Roughly. Anger apparent in golden orbs, vengeance glittering – he observes his squirming, his attempts to claw helplessly towards the one factor that gives him any sense of worth, any meaning within this damnable civilization.                                       How repulsive.

A silent snarl ripples through a powerful leer, and for a moment there’s sadistic, wretched fascination within the figure before him. Helpless hands trying to heave their way to freedom, but he is a child, and children haven’t the slightest idea on how to protect themselves. Metal drags, screeching against wooden floors – boiling fury, contempt incarnate.

And then a command. It’s drawl is slow, for he is of snake’s tongue with viperous vocalization dripping with venom enough to kill a hundred men, perhaps more.

                             “—Get up.” Yes, stand, broken boy.

[oxiidze]

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WHY WOULD THE PIZZA BE UNDER THE BED

I think the real question here is, why wouldn’t it be under the bed?

[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

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      ░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░         Things had been far too quiet and she had managed to burn herself out from all the self-entertainment; blowing up cars, setting off illegal fireworks, beating people up, the works. It was getting increasingly harder to focus on the screen in front of them, let alone remembering what buttons to press. He seemed to be doing fine on his own anyway, he was generally better at these console games. That much was proven by how many times he’d kicked her ass; but only because he failed to properly teach her how to play them, and then proceeded to flourish in his victories. Hotaru was leaning against him, it was comfortable like that. 

    Then, her head fell softly onto his shoulder, any last bit of energy in her body had stopped; she had fallen asleep. The grip on the controller lessened, but it did not fall. Her avatar went idle, giving him the opportunity for a sure victory in the video game. 

[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

❝ can i get uhhhhhhhh…. boneless pizza? ❞

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

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      ░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░             ❝ … Why are you so fussy? ❞ 

     She leans over and picks off the bones from the pizza, it was supposedly there for aesthetics or something, but if his little ass is going to complain about it then she may as well just burn the whole thing. In fact, her hand combusts into a bright red flame as she starts picking the bones off, one by one, not caring if the other delicious toppings are getting burned. 

[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

❝ YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. ❞

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

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      ░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░             ❝ NOTHIN’ IS GONNA KEEP ME DOWN, THIS GAME SUCKS! WHERE’S THE GODDAMN REVIVE BUTTON??? ❞

     Cue continuous frustrated button mashing as the camera on her side of the split screen pans around her avatar’s corpse. Hacks, most definitely hacks.