#falchics

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@falchics // ♥ [rasu]

                “...Can I help you? Stop looking at me like that.”

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!! your monoma is honestly one of the best ones that i've seen honestly. you make him seem more than just his bitterness n just kdssfm bless u

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aaaa denny you are just too sweet! i would absolutely die for the way you write dai & all of your other muses. 

but yeah, i try to write monoma as someone who’s more than just a ball of bitterness because he’s a super complex character with 9379754 layers & i want to do every single one justice. 

[eighthilles]

“I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker… but at least they have good taste in gifts.” !

VALENTINE’S INSPIRED MEMES ||  ACCEPTING

“ Don’t touch that . “

Maybe it’s unfair to be tossing a gift someone gave the girl. After all, it could be completely harmless. 

But the word still ring in his ears – That guy has eyes everywhere. Even in the worlds most secure prison.. He still finds himself on high alert. Especially when it comes to someone he knows that m o n s t e r would like to get his hands on. 

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falchics replied to your post: oh fuck it just hit me that my oc’s quirk doesn’t...

!! she could have gotten in through a recommendation ? :o

i could also do that !! give class 1-b THREE transfer students. give monoma something else to go off about.

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@falchics “do u need ur binky handyman ? “

                        “You’re really pissing me off.”

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‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’ from dai !

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

           “ shut UP! ” He hisses above the racket, four slim fingers keeping a tight grip around her wrist  ( tight enough bruise ),  dragging her along through the chaos and falling debris surrounding them. Leave it to the heroes to make such a damn mess every time they come crawling to him to try to retake what he’s stolen  ( the sore losers– )  and his grip tightens in agitation both with her and the situation. 

          ; THIS IS ALL HER FAULT to begin with. He HATES her–  ( no he doesn’t, but he doesn’t understand, he doesn’t like not understanding– )  and now she’s WHINING. Black and purple twists in the corner or his eye– it’s Kurogiri, preoccupied with dodging the heroes and evacuating their allies.  ( Tomura should just kill the brat here and now, while he has her in his grip, and then escape with Kurogiri, but the goddamn things she said– he’s not about to let this one slip away so easily. not until she explains herself. )   “ BLACKMIST, GET US ALL OUT OF HERE! ” Kurogiri’s eyes widen and shift to the girl, seemingly about to object to dragging her along, so Tomura adds on with another forceful shout, “ NOW! ”

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WOW OK PAIN TOWN HERE WE COME!!!!!

@falchics

  She can’t stop crying and shaking. It was true, what they said. About worlds shifting and shattering. Kohaku’s hunched over, cradling the smaller girl. She never expected hazy eyes to be blue. It was safe to look now.  

  The gaping hole in the girls chest was the remnants of a now melting massive icicle and a sizeable hole in her hoodie. Flits of the former nightmare played in her head like a tape. They were just getting chips! Kohaku insisted to pay before the convenience store was robbed. The gorgon stood up, attempting to apprehend with her hair before the masked robber went berserk and flung an ice type quirk at the pair.

  It took a few seconds for Kohaku to breach back into reality, watching Daiten lurch in front of her. To be a hero, to save those that others will not. The robber didn’t get far, the clerk had been shot but not before pressing the switch to call the police. A officer prys Kohaku away, understanding the danger of Daiten’s miasma wafting from her body, the mist would die soon.

  Die? Dai. Daiten. The mist was turning to liquid now, the floor and counters dripping. Kohaku’s sobbing much more loudly now, shoving away the officer in grief. They didn’t know each other well– or even that long. Being guided away from her. The officer says she got lucky. Some type of rotting quirk. Kohaku wanted to turn him to stone and scream. 

  This was her fault, if she hadn’t escalated the situation. If she hadn’t insisted getting snacks. Maybe, Daiten would be alive. Still suffering from shock, unable to take her eyes off of the broken glass doorway of the store, Kohaku realizes she’s outside and sitting on the back of an ambulance. Shock sets in, forehead and arms bleeding, and Kohaku wonders what Mr.Himura will say.

[pyrhiic]

‘  stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it.  ’ from nana shimura !

lost the meme bc i’m slow af

he was an adonis. he was perfection & people nigh claimed he was a god because they never saw him bleed. not when he entered sun scorching flames of a burning building, not when thugs & mafia bosses shot him with bullets or tried to, stupidly so, cut him with crooked knives. he took every hit, every slash, every bash, everything & anything that was thrown his way with a blindly white smile & a booming laugh.

he radiated power. he was hope personified. his strength was real & his heart was pure. the people, his people, christened him all might. the word spread throughout the world that he was their savior, that he’d rescue them from their peril. & he did. arms as thick & solid as mountains lifted the dying to safety. legs with the strength to push himself off the ground, the earth seemed to move first before he took flight. fists so powerful & strong, no one stood dared to truly fight the demi god incarnate.

all might was more than a comic-book creation; he was blood & flesh & helped his fellow man out of the honest love in his heart. he spoke clearly, solemnly. he was nothing but grace, even in the most grueling of fights, & his inspiration was an endless well of light. he knew what he stood for, & that was thanks to nana. he knew he belonged to the world, as a symbol for all that was good. he carried this impossibly heavy burden with pride & ease.

he was justice. he was fairness. he was lawful. he was worshiped by some. he was loved by all. only those who truly were twisted on the inside could ever hate him. even then, all might would reach out with his firm hands to them & pull them from their darkness.

then one day the darkness fought back too hard & all might was overwhelmed & then all might was gone.

❛ don’t i ? ❜  the heart monitor beeps steadily next to him. he wants nothing more than to rip it out. it’s been months since his fight with all for one, & his master has been forced to watch him struggle through surgery after surgery this entire time. the doctors say he’ll die, soon; well, they don’t say it exactly, but he can read the looks in their eyes. nighteye, on the verge of tears yesterday when he came to visit & begged him to stop, to stay down, because they’re right, death is inevitable, six years close, maybe seven, maybe less. but he can’t, the longer he stays in bed the more people there could be out there that need him &  —

he turns away & hacks up blood, it’s been happening more often than ever, there’s so much of it. it’s all over his palms & it gets into his hair when he grips onto his own tresses, which are wilted & fraying like the rest of him. 

god, she must have been so very disappointed in him, for giving into his anger like the very villains that they are sworn to fight  —  & that thought makes him, already so fragile now, shatter,  ❛ i… i still failed you, master. everyone. & it’s my fault. this, ❜   he holds up a red, red, red palm,  ❛ i deserve this, don’t i ? ❜

&&. @falchics !!