「 ❝ What?! You're just putting the plates in the bin? ❞
❝ No...yeah! ❞ 」
@portraitsof multimuse ft Red Guy by Chuck!
@yellowhug Yellow Guy by Savbear
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「 ❝ What?! You're just putting the plates in the bin? ❞
❝ No...yeah! ❞ 」
@portraitsof multimuse ft Red Guy by Chuck!
@yellowhug Yellow Guy by Savbear
"So you seek destruction, huh? Think you're better at it than I am?" Shigaraki asks the other. "You're below me. I don't even know your name. You blab about destruction but have created no name for yourself. You MUST have a particular thing you wish to destroy, so tell me, what is it?"
@portraitsof
If anyone needs Naomasa, he took one single look at this and fainted
@portraitsof son...
He made sure that the capture scarf was positioned safely around his shoulders and secure around the tree branch. Partly because it's practical, partly to reassure Shinsou, but mostly to reassure himself. Not like he would admit that.
"Now. Watch me closely." As if his faithful student doesn't always already.
The teacher secures his hands in a locking grip around the cloth, and in one swift motion turns around and drops backwards, now hanging upside down off the tree, dangling about 4 feet off the ground.
"It's all about upper body and core strength. Just don't let go."
❛ you're one of those support study students right? ❜ despite being phrased as a question, his tone brokers little to no argument with how he stands, tense shouldered and posture tight. katsuki's eyebrow twitches. after a brief moment of an unblinking stare, the gauntlets are haphazardly rippped off only to then be gently placed on the work station. [ anger tastes flat in his mouth and all there is, is exhaustion. ] he'd spent nearly all night trying to repair them, notes written and crossed out as each time a new approach was tried, nothing seemed to change. it was infuriating. ❛ they've been heating up and splintering when i ain't even usin' my quirk. can't figure out why, so fix them. ❜
@portraitsof
@portraitsof ╱ one-liner / lyric starter. ╱ sero.
❝ that has gotta be the dumbest fuckin' thing i've ever heard from you. ❞
@portraitsof liked this for a completely random starter!
SKUNK MAIN/VIGILANTE VERSE + CLONE MONOMA VERSE
Monoma couldn't say he knew this boy and his group well; they weren't part of the small collection of strays and a giving benefactor that he had been staying with, but they came by relatively frequently as invited guests, and some of the housemates would talk of visiting the store he now stood in. When he had first come to stay with the others, he had been too timid to rub elbows with outsiders, but curiosity and necessity finally gave him the courage to expand his network.
All allies were useful, after all.
So he mulls about the rows of vinyl discs, sporting names and images he was entirely unfamiliar with, trying to find anything to latch onto as a bonding point before becoming rather frustrated at his own lack of knowledge and simply sighing aloud.
"Why do you even bother with such an obsolete way of listening to music?" The doctor would never have approved of something so frivolous and inefficient.
from @portraitsof:
🛡️ - a starter where my muse protects yours from a fight. (from …. hiroto )
He swung himself right into the center of the battlefield, ripping his upperclassman free from the enemy's grasp.
"I am here, Hiroto-senpai!" He shouted as black whip sent them safely around the back of the building and enabled a secure landing.
There were plenty of questions that should be asked, but at that moment, Izuku didn't care. He cradled his friend against his chest, resting the other's head protectively against the tattered edges of his yellow scarf. "Everything will be okay," Izuku reassured, noting the blood seeping from the corner of Hiroto's forehead with a hint of fury.
Who was responsible for this?