#mckeitbeautiful

[wingsofintxlligence]

mckeitbeautiful started following you

“Back already? Did you forget something?”

[lordofevildreams-a]

mckeitbeautiful replied to your post:       “Geese are evil. That is all.”

Dabi vc: you don’t know what real evil is if you think geese are it

      “Let me rephrase this. This one particular goose I have come across is evil... And you have yet to meet this horrid goose.”

[mike-will-protect-you]

❛ whether this is my end or a new beginning, I have no way of knowing. ❜ // Erwin

“New beginning, I’ll say.” Mike smiled, reaching over to tuck some of Erwin’s hair back behind his ear. He smiled serenely as he touched and massaged the Commander’s cheek and jawbone. The only light in the room came from the lone candle, its flame so eerily still to match the eerily still evening. The Squad Leader leaned into his ear, and whispered, “Make a wish, darling.”

[naturalbrutality]

   Passing his childhood friend rival back to their locker room, Bakugou would give a passing clashing of shoulders.

     “You get any better at controlling that borrowed quirk Shitty Deku? Tch- why am I even asking, doesn’t really matter.                                You’ll never catch up much less surpass me.“

[starswrit]

mattello for @mckeitbeautiful!

“I guess — I kinda missed you.”

This was precisely the reason why Mello abstained from alcohol on general principle; it never lead to anything productive. Case in point? Growing dangerously close to overt sentimentality. One more beer and he would be suggesting they head off to ‘ tie the knot ’ or some such bullshit. With a deliberate move of his hand, he pushed the second, unopened bottle across the coffee table. At least, that was his intention. It slid clean off the side instead, thankfully onto the carpeted floor the living room offered in the little place they had been occupying since surveillance on their prime Kira suspect began. “I think I misjudged that.” Or he was already past verging on tipsy, a notion which Mello refused to entertain any further ( embarrassing ). 

He pressed his lips together and ran a hand through his hair. Fuck it. “Nothing feels right when you’re not around.” Then, he held up an index finger as a nonverbal however. “You can be really distracting. I don’t need it.” Might want it, yet that was irrelevant. “So — wait, what was the question again?”

[accordingtoplan]

@mckeitbeautiful continued from x.

     “Honestly, I couldn’t care less what you do with yourself. If you want to put that garbage inside of you, it can’t be avoided at this point. And besides that, it’s none of my business.”

     Forefinger and thumb pinch his dark-palette turtleneck, sifting the fabric back and fourth between his digits as cinnamon pupils finally shift to meet-- and lock-- his gaze upon the successor before him.

     𝕾𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓.

     Yagami ponders, eyes narrowing just barely, choosing to ignore the comment about his supposed innocence. Still though, with Matt’s Association with Mello-- who was bound to get wrapped up in his machinations eventually-- Light had to be wary of this man. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had no idea what this successor was capable of, albeit he looked rather laid back ... for now.

[wheatfields-and-wanderlust]

@mckeitbeautiful

"....Annie...." his throat was tight, voice quavering, wide blue eyes betraying his horror as he stood in the doorway.

They had done terrible things to the shifter. Her nose was crooked, her clothes - mere rags by now - caked in dark brown, her hands bloody messes. Steam rose from her lazily, her powers healing her over and over just for them to do it all again....

He tried to convince himself she deserved it - to see it how the others did. She was a titan shifter, she had killed several of their comrades in cold blood - countless others indirectly with her actions, and for what?

But she was also a friend....

It sickened him to see someone he had looked up to, someone he had enjoyed the company of, to be in such condition....There had to be a better way to get answers.

That's why he was here. Their methods hadn't been working, and he convinced them to let him try. He really hoped she would talk, though some part of him knew she wouldn't.

"Annie, can you hear me?" He asks, stepping closer.

[temporkarus]

Bakugou & Jiro Aesthetic || BNHA

                     as requested by @mckeitbeautiful