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I can die in peace.

Setsuno VC: Show me your dick Steve.

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Finding information on the eight percepts of death was harder than he had thought. There was practically no information on the member, nor did anyone know of any hideouts or even business partners. They were a mystery, one that was annoying. A month of trying to find them this way, Hitoshi changed tactics. Instead of looking for information about them he looked for information about their crimes. He brainwashed police into letting him look at the reports, other criminals for any rumors of their next strike. It had taken awhile, but finally the villain had information on their next crime.

He had easily brainwashed the guard with his ‘I’m a lost teenager help me’ routine that seemed to fool compassionate fools. The guard had disabled the security according to his instructions that he gave telepathically. One of the benefits of becoming a villain was finally letting go of his fears of actually using and evolving his quirk. Now he had much more control over a person, and whenever the guard walked by another he easily made the guard smile and greet as if nothing was wrong. After the security was disabled, the guard grabbed the item and was heading towards the back exit in the alley. Hitoshi was waiting there, leaning against the wall, waiting not for the object but for the pissed of yakuza who was surely watching. Hitoshi had made sure to get there early to be the first one to steal the object. He smiled as the guard handed him the object, “Nice, everything’s going according to plan.” Anytime now he expected the other to show themselves. Then his real prize would arrive.

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A magpie for @lxrcener

I spent more time drawing the shoes than any other part of this drawing.

...I know what a fuckin sword looks like, fuck you.

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"H-HEY! THAT’S MY HOODIE! G-GIVE IT BACK!!”

Koichi had been in the middle of changing out of his hero outfit when several hooligans crashed into him and snagged his precious hoodie from his hands. Now Koichi was trying to chase after them, but even with his quirk, he couldn’t seem to catch up with them! They seemed to know this area better than he did, and next thing he knew, the vigilante was lost.

“...aaaarggghh...!! So frustrating---!! My special All Might hoodie... and I’m getting cold without it, too... ugghhhh....”

With a grumble, he took a moment to lean against a building to take a break. Worst comes to worst, he could just find a new hoodie for himself... Koichi brought his arms around to hug himself. Winter was too cold for Koichi to be dressed like this...

He felt odd without his complete outfit. Sure, his black clothes and protectors made him look cooler, probably, but he just simply wasn’t The Crawler without that All Might hoodie!

Koichi got on all fours again, and just started to speed off when he suddenly crashed into someone before he could hit his breaks.

“WH---AH! SHIT! Sorry, sorry---ow!!”

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@lxrcener replied to your post: He's sharpening his knife, " So you and Steve,...

’ Okay. Glad we established that. Pleasure to make your acquaintance… Uta? ‘

👹☲❝Same to you Setsuno-san, at least in a more formal setting. You are Kizo-kun’s best friend no?❞

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a drabble for sen about xern &. setsuno bc i love u. / @lxrcener

the first thing is touch. i didn’t realize how much i craved safe touch till i felt your hand against mine. that radiating warmth, crawling and burning across my fingertips --- i could see it in the crease to your brow, the weakened bags under your eyes as you stuttered a breath. there was something bizarre in being home with no walls around you. it was the transition from a cage to a person, a curtain to fluttered lashes. it was looking at our intertwined hands and thinking, god ... where were you all these years ? and how did i get so lucky to meet you now when i am at my lowest, at my weakest ?

it feels right. it feels nice.

i don’t allow myself to feel the things that make me happy often enough.

it’s hard to speak to you.

it’s not you, i promise. years of stuttered speech ingrained through bruises of my childhood makes it hard to speak everything and anything i want to say. it’s not you but it’s about you. it’s about the things i want to do. i want to devote my lungs to you, i want to whisper thoughtless words into your neck while we hug, i want to speak without hearing my voice crack. it bothers me. but, but you’re different than me. you don’t mind when i stutter. you listen to every word i speak, you smile when i say something funny, you frown when i speak my miseries --- i don’t think you’ll ever really understand what it is that i want to say. i don’t think i’ll understand either. it’s comforting in that way, somehow. to live in comfortable confusion, to know and not to know.

curiosity has always driven me,

it scares me less to not know --- i think we are different in that manner.

i don’t blame you. our paths through life are different intertwining roads. we collided and formed one singular fissure, with little breaks where the concrete joined the forest floor. i know it looks ugly to some. i know there are whispers. i hear them festering in my mind where all my insecurities lay coated in years of dust. i think it looks beautiful. i think your lips against mine is beautiful. i think everything about the way we’ve crashed into one another is beautiful. maybe that’s why it’s so confusing to me at times. waking up in the morning, looking at my phone and remembering that this beauty exists --- that i can kiss it, that i can hold it, that i can look at it and know that it’s still there. real and living and beating and breathing. that it isn’t just a sweet dream that i had one night when the nightmares retreated to their hives. that this is real. that you are real. that i’m still real.

i’ve always babbled when it comes to my thoughts. i’ve always babbled in general, a bad habit of mine, i suppose. i find it hard not to continue endlessly when it comes to you. i see your eyes and i think of a million things. i see the ocean, i see the sky, i see the wings of a blue jay, i see myself in them, i see your sorrows and your joys. i think and i think and i think. then again --- i’m probably ranting, aren’t i ?

i love you.

if the day comes where i can’t speak, read this, and remember those words.

for now, however, i know that you don’t have to turn to this for those words. that i can say it, with my own broken voice. that you can turn to my arms, kiss my lips and listen to my heartbeat. that you’ll hear it in my veins, on the syllables i speak against your collarbone, in the smell of my perfume against your collar. and you’ll know that i love you. that when you doubt it, when you see her eyes, you’ll hear it --- that you’ll remember.

that i love you.

and i always will, touya.