#praisebeatua

[entcmon-a]

@praisebeatua  ( different verses s.c. )

     “ Aki! Aki! Please leave that trainer alone! ” His voice called out to his Ribombee who decided to be very welcoming to the new trainer. “ I know you like meeting new people but you need to give them space first! Ah, I’m sorry about her. She’s really energetic around new people. ”

[paradoxheart]

praisebeatua replied: depends on which one it is, I sent quite a ballsy one.

IT WAS YOU

[trashswept]

       @praisebeatua

      Yako was always the one to volunteer at the drop of a hat even if it wasn’t to clean something up or maintenance related. Her body was restless and sitting in a classroom listening to the teacher drone on was not an option right now. Not when there was so much to do.

       The usual routine of going around to find something to do was interrupted with an actual plight of an employee. It wasn’t in her usual policy to do their work for them, but she saw the pain in his face and fatigue in his eyes. There was no way he’d be able to bring those art supplies all the way up to the third floor without passing out or getting sick...

       After aggressively convincing him to go sit down somewhere before he blacked out, she carried off the supplies on a dolly. Four, no, five boxes of whatever surely would be enough to satisfy a normal school’s art class for a whole year.

       Of course, this school was anything but normal.

      She and the delivery made it in one piece to the classroom. There was someone else in there, but she seemed to be preoccupied with her own project. Or whatever she was doing. Yako wheeled the dolly in to the supply closet and payed her no mind, only to JUST now realize she had forgotten to ask something important.

       Was she supposed to open the boxes and put them out or what...? She exhaled in frustration and turned around to ask the only person she could’ve thought to ask.

       “Oi, would you know what I’m supposed to do with—woah.  .... did ya make that all by yourself?” she asked, forgetting her manners and her task. Yako moves out from the supply closet’s doorway to get a closer look at the work of art.

[entcmon-a]

praisebeatua replied to your post: It’s pocky day and I can’t celebrate it because...

someone teach this poor boi

Help this wild child.

[kibougokai]

@praisebeatua

...As she had promised him, he had not been able to predict it... not all of it, at least. The halls were covered and slick, bodies lay mangled and torn upon the floors. The once proud Student Council of Hope’s Peak Academy and been reduced to nothing more than manic animals, clawing and biting at one another just to try and live. It had been chaotic... and he had not gotten out completely unscathed. As lowly as it was, it was only luck that had spared him, and the sensation of the mark on his cheek was... foreign. But it didn’t matter. 

While the sister was left with whatever cleanup there was to be had, and she was busy with the next part of her grand plan, that left nothing but Izuru himself to walk down the halls, the sound of his shoes clicking on the floor only breaking the quiet, that was, until he heard a sound coming from the art room. One of them was still alive? Impossible.

The door was locked, but it didn’t matter any, it took him no time at all to get past such a thing, pushing the door open to silently gaze upon what he found within... To anyone else, they might have been shocked at what they found, but such reactions were needless...

[kibougokai]

@praisebeatua

*opens mouth like a baby bird*

*insert that Oprah gift here because tumblr is being a shit*

you get some angst and you get some angst you all get some angst!