#brazenflair

[tapeties-blog]

Happy Birthday!!!

      considering how limited his interactions with her have been, sero can’t help but beam at the fact alone that she’s remembered something like that -- unless, of course, she’d heard one of his friends from earlier. either way, it’s touching, and he gives her a big thumbs up, his opposite hand on his hip.  ❝  thanks,  hatsume-chan!  ❞

[animici-blog]

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“Can you not do that?”

It was way too early for this kind of shit, and Hitoshi really didn’t want to deal with it. So instead he leaned back, making a face and rolling his eyes as though that would fix everything.

[hearthum-a]

✿

flower being placed in jirou’s hair! 

❝     it  feels  good,  doesn’t  it?     ❞

it’s  not  often  they  catch  a  break  like  this,  sprawled  out  in  the  grass  with  the  sun  beaming  down  down  on  them  --  jirou  is  warm  all  throughout,  and  the  very  tips  of  their  pointed,  elven  ears  blush  red;  only  just  a  little.

they  almost  don’t  feel  the  flowers  that  start  being  tucked  into  their  hair,  but  they  feel  her  come  closer,  and  that  little  bit  of  blush  turns  into  a  lotta  bit.  how  can  they  not  grin  with  delight  up  at  her?  ❝     so,  master  of  the  crafts.  how  does  it  look?  cool?  cute?   what’s  the  mood?  lay  it  on  me,  don’t  hold  back.    ❞

[chargebeat-blog]

      ❛    ---   here,  here,  and here.    ❜    index finger trails over the back of his head,  tipped forward to give her view of all the areas of the brain he’s pointing to before he sits back upright.    ❛    if i get the aim right,  my quirk can pinpoint all those vital locations and force the body to reset itself.   pulse healing.    my mom’s teachin’ me,  but it’ll be a while before it really gets anywhere,  i think.    hard stuff.    ❜

behind her,  the large analog clock mounted on the studio wall ticks to mark half  -  past two am.   denki doesn’t make any special note of this past mentally kicking himself for having royally fucked his whackass sleep schedule even further,  bringing a cup of coffee to his lips just as she does with hers.    if it forces her to take a break every so often,  he doesn’t horribly mind providing the company   ---   more concerned for her wellbeing than his own,  which would have remained as drastically disastrous in any other setting,  given that he’d probably still be awake and tapping away at his phone in bed if not here with her.

        they’d been making idle conversation up til that point as she recharges,  gaining all the energy he’s steadily losing  ;  but every so often,  even denki gets tired of the sound of his own voice.    so,  leaning forth with elbows draped over knees,  he turns his attention to land on anything in the room he deems incomprehensible by context alone in its naked state of bolts and circuitry   ---   which is,  conveniently enough,  literally everything. 

he settles for some large,  seemingly half  -  finished  ...  thing in the corner,  and tips his chin up to it in gesture.    ❛    wassat one?    ❜  

♡   /  @brazenflair.

[hairhorns-blog]

"Call me dirt. I'm dirt kin"

                ❝  listen…  i love rollin’ around in mud piles as much as the next kid,  i do.  but these are the muddiest hands i’ve ever seen,  dude!  for real!  they’re caked!  i think you have a problem!  ❞  the first step is admitting it.