#dcayng

[wingfierce]

  “   surprised y’  requested to speak to me personally  ,  shigaraki.   ”    words are earnest and straightforward  ,  not a single punch held back.   if he were too casual he’s sure red flags would fly.  he’s painted himself as a man of chuckles and quick quips  ...  it’s exactly what he’ll give shigaraki.  hawks has worked too hard to get to this point to let it crumble in his hands.   “   dare i ask   ,  a simple chat or something more  ?   ”

@dcayng​​ gets the bird !

[rashamonarchive1]

❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞ :)

“  better than you though, yes?  --  shigaraki tomura,  you’d do better to keep your ability a mystery to those who’d use it against you.  i wonder how useful you’d be without your appendages attached, i’m almost curious to find out. wouldn’t it be quite the anecdote if i ended your pitiful little resistance before it even began?  i know my boss would love to hear it.  ”   the silent dog chatters his warning, a caustic edge to his subdued fervor. possessed fabrics snaking around his frame as amusement garners a joyless smirk. akutagawa has every intention to offend, dropping a rock in the well to hear its depth. 

[allmortal]

👻  /  @dcayng​.

a single stalk in a maze of corn, izuku sways with the majority, a husk among the devout masses. sensei whispers something in his ear, a threatening affirmation that this is his destiny. as lazarus rises from his pit, izuku unburies his shallow grave. what is my purpose? to protect the gilded king, to crush his enemies at his whim, to answer his beck and call. sensei says: this is why you have been created, this is why you are still alive.

“  shigaraki-san ... it’s very nice to meet you,  ”  unnaturally formal, he struggles to conjure a speck of excitement for something he deems grim. eyes nervously stuck to his bright red shoes out of respect. “  i’ve been enlisted to serve you, i hope that i will be adequate enough,  ”  he bows ever so slightly under the scrutinous gaze of his cruel teacher. he wishes kurogiri hadn’t left the room before their fated meeting, he wishes he weren’t the lone rabbit in a room full of starving wolves. wishing has never brought him anything but disappointment.

[wingcdhero]

        @dcayng​ / continued from here. 

      he’d expected this, of course. hawks wasn’t a fool, despite the facade he liked to present. he knew what he was doing, and what he was risking too, but he moved in the moment. so much of what he does is impulse and, while this was no different, he can’t find it in him to regret it entirely. tenko’s wrath be damned. “ --- or what ?? ” he says, after a beat of silence so palatable with tension that he can taste it. “ you’re not my boss anymore. i’m not one of your pawns. ” nevermind that he’d interfered with a league mission, apparently. nevermind that his own anxiety and adrenaline were still spiked so high he could feel it vibrating in his feathers. he shouldn’t have this conversation right now. they’re both too keyed up. and yet. 

     “ i died to get away from people treating me like a puppet. telling me what to do. ” he shrugs his coat off his shoulders, let’s it fall in a pile on the floor. he won’t look at tenko. not yet. “ i told you, already. i won’t be involved. what i do isn’t up to you and it’ll happen again. ” finally, he turns, taking a few short strides to close the distance between them until he’s close enough to reach out. takes tenko’s wrist in his hand and brings the palm up to his face. so close, but not touching. “ so what, tenko, will you do ?? kill me ?? ”

[patient00]

@dcayng   said   :    “ you’re being awfully quiet. ”

 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆   𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒔   𝒖𝒑𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅   slowly   ,   eyelids   blinking   on   repeat   :   his   silence   and   nonresponse   is   more   a   reply   than   any   words   could   ever   possibly   be   .   lavenders   match   crimson   unflinchingly   and   without   feeling   ;   he   merely   stares   and   expects   shigaraki   to   stare   back   .   his   lips   purse   .   “   i   watched   the   news   this   morning   ,   “   he   elects   to   say   instead   of   a   proper   answer   .   “   i   can’t   say   i’m   particularly   surprised   your   name   popped   up   .   i’m   not   stupid   :   i   know   who   you   are   .   and   i   know   you’re   not   stupid   either   :   you   know   who   i   am   ,   and   what   i   do   .   and   you   know   i   can’t   kick   you   out   of   my   clinic   ,   but   ,   “   his   eyes   narrowly   minutely   ,   an   act   of   expression   seldom   seen   on   his   face   .   blink   and   you’ll   miss   it   .   “   i’m   not   sure   i   want   you   in   my   house   anymore   .   “

[melonpans]

@dcayng

" ten - chan. " as always, she's soft spoken when she makes herself known, careful not to startle the too jumpy child. a fond smile is at her lips and she squats until they're eye level. " would you like to help me with some breakfast ?? we can make some pancakes. " she's practiced plenty since the last disaster, okay. " we can go out somewhere too, if you'd rather. " a hand comes to rest on his head, gentle ruffling of his soft, newly lightened locks. " you have a doctor's appointment today, remember ?? how do you feel ?? " she wonders if it seems like she's done nothing but inundate the poor boy with therapy and quirk doctors and regular physicians, but goodness - he's been through enough to need it. still, she'd hate for him to get too overwhelmed and not tell her. it's hard trying to gauge by the day how he may be, but the trauma is so extensive...goodness, she can't think on that so early this morning. put on a smile, nana !! you've got a grandson who is counting on you.

[halfhim]

@dcayng​

      his lips ache to string a sound,   fermenting nerves in silence. they grow stronger,   jarred between these four walls. his teeth,   greedy,   are ready to bite. and he  — - he bites down hard on words. “   so,   do you actually have a plan,   hand man?   “ they crunch between his teeth like ice. 

[crepitvs-a]

honk

i  defeated  clown  school