#purgerot

[bringsevil]

purgerot replied to your post:              always nice to see more of us around

Prophet vc: Welcome back my lord.

              ‘ i trust you’ve kept yourself busy in my absence? ’

[bombhero]

@purgerot​ sent :  "CONGRATULATIONS BAKUGOOOO!!!" It's heard before Inasa is seen, quite literally coming up from under the blonde to hoist him into the air with one arm, the other pumping a fist in the air in a victory pose. "I KNEW YOU'D WIN PROM KING!!"

            ❝ – too fucking loud!! ❞ He bellowed back, pounding on the other’s tree trunk arms and kicking ferociously at his broad chest in a demand to be let down.  ❝ – as if losing was ever a possibility, asshole!!! ❞

[helsaiwa]

  *   @purgerot​   said   :     "SHOUTOOO!!"   Comes   the   ever   boisterous   call   of   one   Inasa,   having   crashed   the   prom   alongside   Camie,   maroon   cape   catching   a   self   fabricated   gust   of   wind   as   he   waves   fanatically   and   marches   up   to   the   boy   "DANCE   WITH   ME!!"

            SHOUTO   ETCHED   HIMSELF   A   SPOT   AT   THE   SIDELINES   OF   THE   ROOM   ,   ITS   middle   stifling   and   full   of   dancing   students.   the   lights   were   lowered,   the   music   was   loud,   and   shouto   was   entirely   out   of   his   element.   still   ---   he   was   here,   and   he   couldn’t   say   he   wasn’t   having   a   good   time,   even   if   his   perfect   night   screamed   tea,   couch,   and   a   good   book.   he   was   tempted   to   just   . . .   forge   some   excuse,   slip   away,   but   then   inasa   of   all   people   was   barreling   up   to   him,   DEMANDING   attention   ---   of   which   was   granted   as   shouto’s   expression   slid   up   to   greet   him.

                   ❛  dance?  ❜   a   small   o   formed   on   his   lips,   gaze   sliding   around   to   peer   at   the   dance   floor.  ❛  I   don’t   know   how   --------   b-but   alright.   ❜   it   would   be   unseemly   of   him   to   decline,   so   he   nodded,   allowing   himself   a   chance   at   some   fun.

[bombhero]

@purgerot​ replied to [ x ] :  "OF COURSE!! WITH CAMPAIGN MANAGERS LIKE CAMIE AND I HOW COULD YOU LOSE?! WE SHOULD CELEBRATE!! TO THE DANCE FLOOR BAKUGOOO!!"

            ❝ – LIKE HELL! GO DIE! I’LL BLOW YOUR ASS INTO NEXT WEEK IF YOU EVEN TRY IT, DAMN BALDY !!! ❞

[campos1a]

@purgerot replied to your post.

Shoji dances with him at some point, it’s very fun, they do the twist together

the twist is, for some unknown reason, the only dance that izuku does not need additional instruction in.

[helsaiwa]

     *   @purgerot​   liked   for   a   happy   family   au   starter   .

         BOYISH   ANTICS   LED   TO   MISCHIEVOUS   NATURE   AS   SHOUTO   PEEKED   HIS   HEAD   around   the   corner,   right   fingers   twitching   in   anticipation.  it   didn’t   take   long   for   him   to   spot   his   mother   (   already   in   her   costume   ----   a   hero’s   work   never   ended,   it   seemed   ),   and   then   he   was   beckoning   her   quirk   in   his   palm   to   form   a   perfectly   sized   SNOWBALL.   pause   /   aim   /   fire   !   it   had   taken   him   time   to   perfect   making   snow   ---   for   the   longest   time,   it   was   too   rough,   too   full   of   ice,   too   dangerous.   but   shouto   wasn’t   one   to   give   up   ---   and   now,   when   the   snow   hit   his   mother   square   in   the   back,   it   exploded   into   a   soft   array   of   flakes   that   would   not   harm.   if   she   were   to   turn   around,   she’d   find   an   astonished   look   upon   her   youngest   son’s   face,   guilt   building   shrines   on   his   face   despite   his   words   to   deflect   blame.

           ❛  it   was   natsuo   ----------------    ❜    but   natsuo   wasn’t   even   home,   and   shouto’s   lies   crumbled   before   they   could   think   to   settle. 

[disciper]

@purgerot​ The Prophet moves, lithe and light, like a ghost across the floor, it's dark, light sparse as feet find their way to her, knowing the map of one of their store houses like the back of their tattooed hand. Their presence follows the scent of coffee, ceramic mug clinking against the metal desk in front of her. A coffee for her, and one for themself, clasped in the opposing hand. " /Death/ certainly enjoys herself the late hours doesn't she? You work too hard sometimes Hanako. "

                         exhaustion is worn well on her features,     but they are often signs she ignores.    sleep lead to dreams,   &&  so often,   it spoil to nightmares.   but death is a lucrative business.  .  .     work best completed before left to rot && waste.           head lulls toward them,   resting against the curve of their hip.   always formal,   yet so informal at the same time.    they were like a family,   but never close.   like a distant relative   ----  that’s how it felt to know them.               hanako allows her figure to lean on theirs for only a moment before straightening up && taking what they offered. 

        ❛   i’ve so many messes to clean up  .  .  .                                     &&   bodies always bring paperwork.   ❜  

[rcging-muscle]

Miruko proceeding to kiss her fist and then sucker punching him with it.

If he were anything less than a beast, his head would be spinning on an axis. It was a kiss like no other and he couldn’t quite tell if what he felt was fireworks or the burning desire to clobber her into next week. An amalgamation, perhaps. She’s seized in a collar-and-elbow tie up—his choice of a ‘loving embrace’—and awarded the concussive impact of a headbutt. 

“Gimme another.”