#sculpthalves

[halfhim]

@sculpthalves​

     cigarette smoke forms into plumes of never ending tenderness - clouds in the dark. he remembers laying in the grass once saying,   look,   look ‘yumi,   that one is a frog! instead,   now his head is cushioned by the cold comfort of concrete and he’s struggling to find shapes,   however abstract,   in the aftermath of his cigarette. “   fuck.   “ his mouth taste like ash. he feels as though he is missing something. not slightly,   but the way one misses a limb after it’s been lobbed cleanly off,   the phantom pains so intense he grits his teeth. ( he had googled his name some mornings ago. he wonders if missing an identity is the same as missing a leg. lonely with just the ghost of himself. ) 

[regalswan-blog1]

“ remaining soft in fire takes time ”

                  fire; an everlasting element, sustainable and hard to extinguish — though sadly, the one flame she once knew in life was no more. gone from this world much too quick. despite their elemental differences, they got along fairly well. though, after his passing he left a hole in their hearts, same with the world’s as their ranking went down drastically — but that’s not what mattered. yui had almost forgotten the warmth of gentle flames and their impact; during times when she’s almost succumbed to that same element numerous times. no matter how much it would knock her down, discourage and mock her, she would always get back up even with the odds stacked against her. even now that the flame was gone and could never be reignited, she would do her very best to fill the void and keep it going, through the sheer willpower of her ice alone.

                “ hm …. you sound very wise for your age. ” he mostly likely speaks from experience, which sets an odd feeling of melancholy inside her heart — kids grow up much too fast these days, huh? she smiles, then even chuckles at the young student before her. “ well! that just goes to show we can learn a lot from a younger generation. thank you, todoroki-san. I have a feeling you’ll make a splendid hero one day. ”

[smthngwitty-blog]

my tags no like half of my blogs are broken so we just gonna try to unbreak ‘em all

[exposenseiarchive]

🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily?

unusual questions.  accepting, always!

nope.  absolutely not.

of course,  how willing he is to forgive someone depends on the nature of whatever it is that got them on his bad side to begin with  –  and,  truthfully,  who it is just as significant.

we’ve seen his reaction to misbehavior on a discipline level,  and we know he’s harsh;  and he doesn’t think twice about that.  aizawa’s serious about the molding of responsible heroes and he doesn’t let his kids go off the hook,  lest that ideal be compromised  –  or their futures.  he cares big,  even if it’s tough love. 

that said,  i think he’s more understanding than you’d think,  given how he handles trouble.  it’s not like he lacks empathy all together,  you know?  but that said,  i don’t think he holds serious grudges against children.  it’s just his job.  so,  yeah,  hardly does he come off as a merciful teacher.  but he forgives his kids.  of course he does. 

as for his peers,  and for personal grudges,  i don’t think he’s that prone to getting them at all?  professional grudges against villains are something that are just totally out of the picture,  but in personal settings,  it’s like…  i think he’s difficult to get to the point of serious anger.  i mean,  it’s easy enough to piss him off,  happens all the time  –  but he moves on quickly for most cases. 

[halfhim]

❝ you failed me. ❞

@sculpthalves

     there’s still a softness to shouto’s cheeks,   stroked with just a hint of rose petals — as a toddler,   his face was cupid cherub. sometimes,   he had a very particular dream about this boy and himself/touya. where he,   touya,   sits bloodied on his knees with little shouto before him,   pale - skinned,   eyes closed. a bloated sun hangs low in the sky,   orange seeping through the windows. as the light dies,   shouto’s eyelids flutter open — black and empty as night. his mouth opens slowly,   and wide enough to swallow touya’s body whole,   and he says — - 

     dabi always wakes up at that moment. there’s no sounds asides cicadas,   but he had heard what shouto said. somehow,   it hurts even more awake. even when he’d heard it over and over before in his dreams. 

     it hurts. a sort of scouring grief,   giving birth inside a grave. “   i know,   i know. you should really try to tell me something new,   little brother.   “

[shockpop]

@sculpthalves​  .

     ❛   y’know ,   dude   ---   we’re  kind  of  a  lot  alike ,   you  n’  i .   ❜      a  gesture  made  to  the  cherry - vanilla  swirl  in  question ,      ❛   people  prolly  love  to  ask  if  it’s  natural ,   right ?    if  you  did  it  yourself ?    man ,   if  i  had  a  hundred  yen  for  every  time  ...   ❜    

[rdriots]

@sculpthalves

" it’ll be fun! you’re not allergic to owls, right? “   he asks, tilting his head while his grin is still in place as he walks alongside todoroki. though his question is something kirishima probably should’ve asked before he planned their little hang out.

[rdriots]

He hands over another bag of rock candy, similar to the one he'd given him that one time, for no apparent occasion. "Happy birthday, Kirishima — I'm sorry I couldn't think of something more original."

IT’S THE BIRTHDAY BOY 🎉 | @sculpthalves

accepting the gift with an excited grin, he shakes his head quickly and holds the bag of candy to his chest while his free hand clenches.   “ no way man! i love this stuff! “   he begins to open up the bag and offers it out to his friend.   “ do you wanna eat some with me? if it’s the same as last time it’ll be reaaally good! “