#quirktold

[grapegremlin]

Bakugou/Mineta moodboard for @quirktold

Moodboard meme 3/5 (no longer accepting!) 🍇

[decayman-a]

@quirktold​ said:  ❝ i never want to let go. ❞ ( from mama nao )

Tenko doesn’t want to let go either. He presses himself closer against his mother, burying his face in her shoulder. He is engulfed by her smell; a calming scent that he knows means safety and comfort. Sometimes, he wishes Father would hold him like this, too.

“I’ll keep hugging you forever then! Then you don’t have to!” Tenko wiggles a little as he says this, filled to the brim with energy but still refusing to detach himself from his mother. His sister is going to be soooo jealous, Tenko thinks before he starts laughing.

[gosutm-archived]

CARING EDITION    …   ACCEPTING  !

@quirktold​   :   ‘ I’m just checking in, how are you feeling? ’ - from senji

❛   misukasu - san ...  ngh ...  ❜   HAND CLUTCHING TO HER SIDE, TRYING   to walk on one leg just to stretch out,  she’d wince  &  grunt when laying back in her hospital bed. even if she wished to say  ‘ i’m fine ‘ ,  it’d be backfired , considering the other’s quirk. there’s no point lying after almost experiencing death , after all. after taking deep breaths, amethysts looked at the boy.   ❛ …  my legs still hurt after i try taking my exercise, but .. it’s better than when i first started this therapy.  plus, i can breathe a tad better.  ❜   she pauses.  ❛  would you ... like to stay for a bit ... ?  unless i’m not bothering your duties. it feels lonesome in here  &  i’d like to talk with  SOMEONE.  ❜

[quirkbeat-archive]

@quirktold​  /  unexpected  messages!           ❛ yo, mina! mind if i come in and hang out? ❜

          ❝  hey!  c’mon  in,  ❞  she  calls,  throwing  another  shirt  onto  her  bed.  ❝  and  hey,  reaaaal  quick:  pink  or  blue?  ❞

[keshimasu]

@quirktold said: reprogrammed 

His eyes still won’t focus.  Which is strange because he vaguely remembers needing those for his quirk.  The masked figure is more than a little alarming when he can’t figure out if it’s really a mask or not.  Distantly recalls someone with a very real beak, but it’s more like a dream.  Shouta squints and shakes his head.  “So what’s the deal?  Who’s running this, you or the hand face guy?”

[grapegremlin]

where do i start? getting to know you these last few days has been a real treat. you're hilarious and nice! you respect your muse and your writing partners. your portrayal? beyond phenomenal! i love seeing you on the dash. we haven't wrote much but i love our small interactions. i look forward to seeing you more and hope you have an amazing day! show everyone that mineta can be just as loved! time to drink y'alls mineta respect juice.

Tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal! 🍇

Honestly, when I first made this account I feared I’d be driven away immediately by an angry mob of fans with pitchforks and Todoroki plushies. I constantly struggle with my self image and sometimes I’ll just straight up consider deleting the whole thing. But when I get messages like this it really keeps me going. Genuinely I can’t believe that I was welcomed so nicely into this fandom by you! I cannot even begin to thank you enough for the love and support that you’ve given me!

But yes, you shall all drink the grape-juice. Especially when we make Bakugo and Mineta h-hold hands.

[decayman-a]

@cloudloss​ said:  ‘ i’m not sure why you’re acting surprised ’ (can be from oboro or kurogiri /finger guns)

@quirktold​ (tagging this blog too cause I guess Kurogiri is technically over there now ;) )

Maybe it is an odd thing to be surprised about. Tomura still finds himself blushing, suddenly unable to hold eye-contact. It’s stupid. He shouldn’t be happy about it, but he fucking is. 

“Shut up...” Tomura murmurs, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. His fingers dexterously slide across the fabric, one digit lifted at all times. He doesn’t technically need to worry about his quirk when it is his own body he is touching, but it gives him something to do. Tomura focuses on the roughness against his fingerpads in an effort to distract himself from the heat that has settled across his cheekbones.

As much as Tomura wants to deny that he cares at all, that it means anything, he simply can’t. He forcibly pushes air through his nostrils, then glares at Kurogiri. His expression lacks ire, despite his efforts. Fuck’s sake.

“It’s not even actually my birthday.”

It is, however, the day Sensei gave him his new name; the day of his rebirth. In a way, it is his birthday, and Kurogiri, unexpectedly, bothered to remember.

[grapegremlin]

crush fucking sucks

thats funny I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing yet you continue to breathe.