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@rogues-rps-and-such​ said: “Hey, I like that eyeliner, Bakugo! It really suits you.”

Katsuki glanced over at Ishikawa before smirking a little. “It fuckin’ better,” he replied. “I saved up good money to buy this shit.” 

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@solitcire​ (cont’d from x)

If Widowmaker had any doubts as to the reality of the woman standing before her, the smirk dancing across Ana’s lips should have been unmistakable. Proud, in the face of danger, confident in the face of death, insolent as she stared down at the woman who very nearly took her life. Clad in her sandy worn-out coat and her blue hijab, adorned by her crown of white hair and marked by the black eyepatch, Ana Amari had changed since their last encounter.

But then again, so had she. Yet despite the blueish and icy skin, the deadly sharpness of her eyes, and the venom dripping from her words, Ana had no doubts. The woman circling around her - spider weaving her net - was the same she had faced all those years ago.

How she rejoiced to finally look at her in the eyes again. 

“You missed, dear. I don’t really need to draw you a picture for you to understand what this means, now, do I?” The old sniper taunted, eyebrow cocked and finger brushing against the trigger of her dear rifle. “Don’t be too harsh on yourself. It was a pretty good shot, you got my eye, after all.” She added, sarcasm palpable in her croony voice. “But old soldiers are hard to kill. A little spider’s bite rarely does the trick.” Though her tone was humorous still, a sudden and subtle coldness wrapped her words in iron. Weapons, while theirs still rested by their side.

Waiting for one of them to fire the first shot.

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@cinemachaos ~ REMY -> CONTINUED X

Rogue glances over her shoulder to meet his gaze, hands out in front of her with claws "borrowed" from Logan protruding from her knuckles held in a defensive position with the intent to block incoming physical attacks while her attention is on Remy. She doesn't plan to divert her attention from the battle for too long; it's better to air on the side of caution even though she's "borrowed" Logan's healing factor for the time being. But she can't help but regard him when he speaks to her, even if only for a few moments before her attention is drawn to the battle once again.

She resists the urge to roll her eyes at Remy's less than ideal timing for flirting, though she can't ignore the way her heart flutters at his words. The dreamy smile on his face is endearing, and it causes the corners of her own mouth to turn upward just slightly. "Payin' attention ta me instead of the bad guys is gonna get ya in serious trouble one of these days..."

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@dcviated continued from here:

She's there in a few short strides, excitement bubbling up at the sight of their stuff set up and ready for their day together. It seems her choice of bathing suit had its desired effect if his pause and staring were anything to go by, she won't smirk, but internally there's a fist pump - good job Megumin! There's hope that he might like her as more than a friend.

Her own gaze follows as he lifts and removes his shirt from his person, oh, that particular sight is another treat for Megumin - one she can appreciate for the day, and whilst she's sure she could've taken her time, but on the flip side of the coin, it would be less time with Raguna.

Mesmerized by the movement of his hands as he begins to apply the sunscreen to his chest, her mind draws blank - his comments are drowned out by her appreciation for the ability to watch a wonderful performance.

...And well, maybe she could be helpful in this situation, clearly, he can't reach his back right? Totally just to help out. Mhm, no other intentions behind this. "I can help if you want... I could apply some sunscreen to your back."

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@heterochromatica​ said: Of course it wouldn't be Shoto if he didn't happen to have something very specific in mind for his boyfriend’s birthday. Shoto is the kind of person that puts a lot of thought into special days like this. He knew that the explosive blond wanted to get his ears pierced and eventually planned to have his tongue done too. So, the youngest Todoroki went into a jewelry shop (or whatever you call them) and commissioned something for his favorite person.

The pieces come in a black velvet box with the orange stripes of his hero outfit printed on top of the lid. Shoto is no master in wrapping gifts but he does his best to find wrapping paper that matches that hue of orange the best he can.

The earpieces look like two claws. Shoto would describe their color as Katsuki colored but he doesn't exactly know how to explain it. The very color that his explosions go through from a yellow to red depending on how the light reflects of it. They also remind the dual wielder of his boyfriend’s eyes.

They are made from carnelian gemstone.

It's very early in the morning when Shoto (for once) seems to wake up before his boyfriend. He sits up immediately, looking over to the blond who appears to be sleeping peacefully and a giddy little smile graces Shoto's features. He gets up as quietly as possible, thanking every god in existence that he doesn't wake up his boyfriend with how clumsy he can be.

He prepared for this, hurries to rummage through his school bag before he finds the wrapped box and quickly sneaks back into Katsuki’s bed. The box is set aside. Shoto snuggles up to his boyfriend half rolling on top of him, planning to wake him as gently as possible. A couple kisses are placed all over Katsuki’s soft features.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki."

And after some more back and forth and kisses and cuddles and-

Shoto hands him the gift.

(Disclaimer: I leave it vague if they are for expanded earlobes or have a stud in the middle to be "fake" expanders - all up to you how Katsuki wants them - Also sorry this got long wtf :D <3)

Katsuki had been in a peaceful, deep sleep while Shouto was moving around. He had every intention of sleeping in and taking a break from his normal workout routine. Birthdays were meant for lazy days, right? 

Though, once Shouto began littering his face with kisses, he began to stir little by little. Soon, his eyebrows furrowed as he let out a soft groan. 

He didn’t bother opening his eyes until he heard his boyfriend tell him “Happy Birthday.” Though, once he did, he gave Shouto a sleepy smile. “Morning, Shouto...” He leaned up and kissed him back a few times. 

Katsuki slowly pushed himself into a sitting position when Shouto held out the box towards him. “You wanting to beat everyone else to giving me presents?” he asked with a teasing edge in his voice. 

He took the gift and began to unwrap it. Whatever it was, it was small. Once he saw what was inside, his eyes widened at the contents. Earrings...? 

Gradually, a grin lit up on his face. The bold red and the sizing of them very much suited his tastes. “You know me too fuckin’ well~” he hummed before leaning over to kiss his boyfriend deeply. “I love them,” he replied as he briefly pressed their foreheads together. He placed the box aside and wrapped his arms around Shouto’s waist. “Thank you.”

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Her brow furrows slightly, and she senses something heavy behind his lighthearted words. She takes his hand, reaching up to brush dark hair out of his face, and murmurs, ‘maybe I am. But...’ 

Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she sight softly, rubbing her thumb over the back of his calloused knuckles. ‘I’m not used to... feeling like this. Like I... like I’m important to someone. Like they want me in every way I want them’. She smiles, a small, almost hesitant curl of her lips. ‘You do make me feel special, Ben. More than you could possibly know’. 

@soulvivor​

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               @throned​ BLED╲ :   quirk of feral lips accompanies evocative resonance, " have you been up to troublesome business, then? i was beginning to think you forgot about me, shi ... it's been so long since you last paid me a visit. " he draws forth, languid and mendaciously delicate, " did you miss me? ~ " / hehehe from tyki.

         ❝   SHI   ...  ?    what  an  odd  thing  to  call  me   ...   ❞   with memory of forest engraved into his mind ,  full of human nonsense since the very beginning  ——  he moves through the damp cold grass against his soaked covered feet .   clothes the same as always ,   dyed a deep purple hue .    ❝   i have been busy  ...  a group of demon slayers attacked the mountain near me ... merely took an hour to end their lives  ...   ❞

     ignorance is bliss as they say   ╱   ignoring the playful tones that plague each word tyki speaks .   ears accustomed to the fake dance of DEVIL ‘S TONGUES    &.     demon tricks .    ❝   i did not ... though i enjoyed the book you gifted me ... the last time ... it has entertained my slow days at home ...   ❞  your body drops into the soft pillows ,  placing sword upon the ground &. taking the drink occupying the small table .    ❝   i assume you have another ... for me to indulge in ...   ❞

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UNPROMPTED !  ✿  always accepting. @of-forossa​ ​​ has a small present for the fox:   "Do we entertain you?" The night has deepened and the hour is late, yet still the men around them pour themselves deeper into their cups and cheapen their persons with indulgence. A raucous, randy crowd they'd been, now tamed by your arts and talents unmatched... by your grace far too sublime to be human. "Our struggles, our idle fancies and amusements?" He measures you with a look that isn't admiring or astonished but accepting. "Pray, do not judge us too harshly. We were never meant to last."

NO LONGER, DOES SHE TASTE LIKE RIPENED PEACHES AND FRESH HONEYSUCKLE, for her soul has become tremendously bitter and the heart that once beat with such innocent fervor within the suffocating confines of her ribcage has, ultimately, surrendered to the weight of darker morrows  (  DEAD IS THE HOPE THAT SHE ONCE HARBORED, wilted are the flowers that she nurtured in the arteries and ventricles of her old ichorous muscle, thorns and jagged bones are all that is left  )  . After all, isn’t it said that BEAUTY is naught but the greatest of poisons  ?  All these poignant men, in their luxurious garments and foolishly embellished with gold, would instantaneously sell their soul if it meant that they could DIE/LIE in the arms of the most beautiful devil. 

This is why the utterance of the foreigner does not fail to pique her attention   ──   Not empty words of praise but something far deeper falls ‘pon her purposely deafened ears and although her gaze remains momentarily settled ‘pon the porcelain cups right in front of her, the Gisaeng listens to his vocalization with an interest that might almost be described as puerile, as painfully innocent for someone who was long deprived of  (  sentimental and material  )  purity. A deep and courteous bow is thus performed towards intoxicated man seated right beside her, whose heavy eyelids are evidently struggling to remain parted  ;  with consciously elegant and languid movements, the ARTIST moves from one side of the table to the other and with the excuse of pouring more alcohol to the guests of the private festival, she settles beside the one who has demanded and conquered her curiosity. 

   ❝  You must be mistaken, I could never ridicule the generous men who require my humble presence and thus magnanimously allow me to live a comfortable existence.  ❞   There is no sincerity in the deceitfully dulcet words that she rolls ‘pon the edge of her tongue, as further emphasized by the MALICIOUS GRIN that soon settles ‘pon lotus-red tiers: all these men are naught but PUPPETS in the hands of an avid and insatiable puppeteer, whose strings remain imperceptible and whose presence perpetually lurks in the dark. At the same time, these gracious women, adorned in the finest silks and with brilliant rubies woven amidst the waxed tresses of their hair, are undoubtedly hungry wolves in sheep’s clothing   /   Or, as far as Ahri is concerned, A CUNNING FOX IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING. 

Spine is thus proudly arched, a tentative gaze is thrown around the festive and jovial ambience of the hall before she finally turns towards him.   ❝  It matters not how much one fights against destiny, nothing is destined to last. Beauty withers, the heart dies a slow death and the memory eventually turns to dust... But I assume that you already know all of this. You are not like the ones who have come here to ABANDON themselves to the deceitful promise of fleeting love... Then, please indulge me, why are you here  ?  ❞