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[hellflcmes]

nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog @furiousfates​ asked:  “ I didn’t do it! ” (from Burnin')

He actually had trouble believing that. He didn’t expect the kids to have done it and he knew most would. But after spending all day with them, he didn’t think they would test his temper. Also only two of them could have caused such burn marks as he was seeing. Looking, between the damage that was caused and his sidekick, Endeavor finally sighed as he crossed his arms. 

“Just tell me what happened.” He didn’t have enough energy to be mad right then. Not without knowing everything at least. 

[the-ghoul-remains]

IT’S BEEN JUST TWO WEEKS AGO THAT HE WAS DETAINED. Taken to Cochlea and placed under strict supervision - as if the preying eyes probing at his privacy could get any worse. Having spent all that time sealed away behind quinque steel made him feel slightly lightheaded. Nightmares of corpses littering blood-soaked soil haunting him, urging him to R E A C H   O U T and dig behind his eyes to uncover the truth.

HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING ALREADY. What else was there to unravel from the depths of his or Kaneki’s mind? The artificial half-ghoul himself couldn’t answer the question, which the two of them had a lot of time trying to decipher while caged in their cell. Now... Arima had summoned him to his office, only a day after his official discharge and permit to return to work.

NOT WITHOUT A LEASH ON HIS NECK, THAT IS. It was mostly metaphorical, yet for Reaper it felt very much real. Lapped around his throat above the jugular and squeezing tight each time he dared take in a deep breath. Blinking slowly, he raised his eyes at a sharp movement that distracted him from his morbid thoughts.

IT WAS NO OTHER BUT JUUZOU, barging into Arima’s office. Reaper clicked his tongue to himself and headed inside after him, not even bothering to close the door behind his back. He had to do it for the both of them, pushing the door without tearing his gaze away from the faces who turned their attention to the two of them. Once he’s heard the faint “ C L I C K “ from the metal closing the door in place, he gave a brief scan to the two.

“By the time I’d noticed him he was already one foot inside, Arima-san.” Reaper apologized without apologizing, avoiding all eye-contact with Mado. If he was still bitter or H U R T by their last interaction, it didn’t show. His expression was devoid of any feeling, gray eyes glazed over and hollow like the gaping hole he felt in his chest.

[hajime-sohma]

Cont with @furiousfates

          “Would you like to go get some air?” It was a mystery to him what was really going on in that head of hers. He had asked her to come with him to the movies as an apology for his- impulsive behavior previously. But now she was just staring and laughing. Was she so pissed she’d gone hysterical? A flashing image of auntie laughing with sadistic intent flashed in his mind, god Sora im so sorry- please dont hate me. 

[quasimyth]

VOLO ICONS GET!!! Thank you so much to @furiousfates​ commissions for these. She’s so damn fast (finished 400 of these within a few days of me commissioning them) and her prices are cheap too, so if you’re looking for a set of icons, definitely hit her up!

[yukii-sohma]

these are some  intensely  good icons, dee.  @furiousfates​

[curaidh]

@furiousfates​ gets a starter from Enji / Endeavor

“Midnight,” he gruffly greeted when he found the heroine. He knew that the better person to ask his question would have been Aizawa. But then he would risk Shoto seeing him. That was an interaction he wasn’t exactly ready to have. Not when he was still processing everything that had happened recently. All Might retiring, him becoming the temporary number one Pro, what All Might had told him about the Symbol of Peace. Then add how he wanted to atone for how he treated his family. Needless to say it was a lot of Enji to process. But he was going to try.

“I have...A few questions to ask you.” 

[psticide]

“An .. interestingly unique design,”

Chisaki was a man of many faces; many aliases, and many businesses. Though he knew her vaguely of being in U.A (no transaction was ever made without a preliminary background check) he wouldn’t be surprised if she recognized him from some hero network files. Yakuza were the legal loophole, a criminal man walking free. There was no evidence; therefore no conviction; and he intended to do some legitimate business.

As such, the face he wears is of a business man interested in these so called support items. He’s seen the Sports festival -- who hadn’t? -- and he was far more vested in a scientific mind than brute strength brought on by a disease known as quirks.

His turns the piece he’s picked out, appraising it with narrowed golden eyes over the beak of his mask; leather gloved fingers deft and careful with surgical precision. His fur-lined coat was traded for a much warmer black overcoat to match the style of the suit he’s worn, similar to the support developer CEOs that she had been so interested in impressing.

“.. Will you tell me more about this?”

@furiousfates​ ( mei )

[curaidh]

[ @furiousfates​ gets a starter from Leon ]

“Hey Buddy!” he greets the lab and immediately spots the yamper. “How’s the best yamper in the world doing? Huh? You’re doing good?” Squatting down Leon went right to work on petting and scratching the small electric dog. Should he stop and actually say hi to his best friend? Probably. Is he going to continue to pretend to ignore her in favor of Buddy because he knows it gets her riled up? Most definitely.