#entwinedthreads

[darkfated-moved]

entwinedthreads replied to your post:                         “ um, what is ligma … ? ” ...

Laito opens his mouth with a finger raised, wondering for a moment if he really should….

                            “ o- oh, um ... does laito-kun happen to know what that means ... ? can you please tell me ! ”

[infinitestella]

#((baku vc: why the fuck do you sound like me?

“I don’t know. Why do you sound like me?”

@entwinedthreads

[hopefillings]

Shouto is just looking back and forth between Bakugou and his friend, mild confusion painting is features. “So... who is the real one?”

[komacda]

@entwinedthreads (x)

    “Souda-san, I will hug you since it’s your birthday...! If you really want to be hugged by someone like me...” Just buying someone a coke for their birthday would make his parents roll in their graves. Just like, well... MOST of what he does. 

  He slowly and hesitantly wraps his arms around his friend, expecting him to get upset like he sometimes does around Nagito. 

[le1000000]

As much as he'd tried, when Mirio had gone sneaking around campus to find the first-year troublemakers he'd only caught Midoriya. Which, to be fair, he'd mostly checked the sorts of placed he was used to working from his brushes with U.A.'s disciplinary chores. That, and he was tired of putting his clothes back on after his third-or-so permeation. And to top it off, the one he missed was the one who was still suspended when he did his demonstration!

So it stuck around in his head for sometime after. The missed opportunity to harass someone was the kind of thing he just couldn't let himself get over. Especially if it was harassing a sports festival winner.

Mirio lay in wait until he heard footsteps. He was super sure this was him-he'd been keeping his eye out all day. And this bush was on the path to 1-A's dorms. It was a perfect plan-the two students he'd already mistaken jumped out and frightened notwithstanding. As he finally saw feet through his bush hideout, Mirio shot up full height with a booming, "A-ha!"

"You! Spiky! You're the 1-A delinquent I haven't met yet, right?"

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[savingduck]

[entwinedthreads]

“Hey!”

“Let’s take a selfie together!”

Never mind the other was mostly a stranger, that didn’t bother her at all. As long as they agreed, it was fine. Right?

[darkfated-moved]

🥇🌟📽

🥇 - i think you’ve done a brilliant job with your muse.  /   🌟 - I love seeing you on the dash!   /  📽 - I can see your muse in your portrayal, your writing is so perfect.

waaah ! thank you. i’m glad that you enjoy having me on your dash as it means a lot. i should probably reach out more often and send you some more asks from time to time as i honestly do enjoy interacting with you, tbh. i just never know which muse i should prod since i’m indecisive and just … generally excited to have interactions in the first place ?? it means a lot to me that people take the time out of their lives and write with me, so i do deeply appreciate this so much and i hope you have a great day !!

[reigningdiamond-blog]

entwinedthreads

Chihiro had no real idea what compelled him to kiss Mondo in the first place, but once their lips met, there was no backing out of it. It was Mondo, after all. Someone he admired and cared about above anyone else. He was just about to let off a string of breathless apologies when he was pulled in for another, deeper kiss. This one drawing a moan from the programmer as he was pulled against the other's frame. "Owada... that was...."

That moan from the other ignited something within him, something he knew he shouldn’t tempt. His fingers gripped at the smaller’s jacket as he held him close, small pants escaping him as he tried to calm down. They finally shared a kiss, and what a kiss it was.

“I, ah..fuCK I’M SORRY.”

Mondo yelled in Chihiro’s face, but he made no attempt to remove his arms. In all honesty, he just wanted another kiss, or two, or fifty thousand. He craved it now since he’s gotten a taste. So, swallowing thickly, he gingerly pressed his mouth once more against the programmer’s, as if suddenly shy. What a complete 180 from mere seconds ago, but he felt as if he needed to be gentle - as possible as he could manage - with him.