#timescaping

[eraseur-a]

no context discord powerpoint night.

[adglaciem]

@timescaping liked this for a starter! (monoma + shinsou)

"I'm sorry. I promise I'm not making faces at you." He begins, somewhat breathless. After a moment, he shuffles a little closer, dropping his voice even lower so the other students couldn't hear them.

"I have four ferrets in my jacket." He glances around, and then adjusts his peacoat.

"They're very rambunctious. Do you wanna see em?"

[prismpowa]

thank you for caring about me. (from skunk) - @timescaping // praise // accepting

" Don't be silly. You're everything to me, " Basil reaches across to kiss Skunk, a tender but firm touch that conveys the warmth forever kindling within him. " You… you are the reason I've opened up my heart. It may sound silly, but I've never let people truly know me before. But you love me, the real me, and I love you—the real you. " Love—there's no better time to say it outright, to stop running from how he feels about Skunk. There's no shame in it, only the serenity of acceptance, knowing it's okay to be vulnerable with this sweet, sharp man.

[pluviacuratio-a]

@timescaping whispered: " who did this to you? " from aizawa oof

MEME

{ ♪ } -- Bella flinched when she heard the pure rage simmering beneath the surface of his voice. Of course, the redhead knew that that ire wasn't being directed towards her... Rather, it was for her. The deep bruising and swelling that kept her eye shut was starting to go down and fade, but that didn't change the fact that she did have blood in her mouth and dribbling from her nose. They'd gotten her good, honestly.

"I don't know who they were, Sho. I just... I ran the moment I could and came here... 'Cause I was still scared."

Her good eye was welling with tears, Hands twisting and turning in the torn fabric of her cardigan.

"I just- I feel safe with you, so..."

[redridcr]

" Eat the peas or no ass fucking tonight. "

@timescaping

[starshinc--a]

@timescaping - ⭐️

“sero-kun…!” izuku pauses as he sprints up to the other in order to catch up, taking a second to regain his breath. “sorry, i heard you were heading down to the supermarket! do you mind if i come with you..?” he’d run out of his various snacks, and… he needed to get more protein powder for his morning shakes. “besides, it’ll be more fun if we head down together, right?”

[papillionsoul]

DARK EARTHS ZODIAC

THE DEN

Those born under the sign of the Den learn to treasure the warmth of home in all its meanings-- comfort, familiarity, safety-- and hope to share that warmth with whoever they can. The Den is not always a place that those under this sign have known, but it an idea that they will fight for.

Those who treasure their safety have often felt the teeth of the winter wind digging into their skin and wish to save both themselves and others from the same fate. Do not let their empathy and love of comforts deceive you, though; those born under the Den will defend, tooth and claw, that place they have build for themselves and the ones they love. Sometimes safety is a thing you must take.

The Den is defined by intense and open connection, modesty to the point of self-effacement, a tendency towards decadency, and a comfort in the familiar that may stray towards fear of the unknown. The least adventurous of the signs, the Den is also the most easily satisfied. Give them a smile, a warm bed, and someone to lie alongside them, whether lover or friend or something else altogether, and they will sleep easy.

Tagged by: @thuganomxcs ( Yusuke is a bird and Yuuki is a den wahhwahwa )

Tagging: @bornmafia, @timescaping (any muse), @wolvensden, @syridol (any muse), @kxllxngjoke, @yeuxvitreux (any muse), @pierrottragedia, @prettyboywarrior, @belovedblossoms (any muse)

[prismpowa]

i thought you died . ( also from skunk youchie!! ) -@timescaping // dusty toybox

The vice grip of icy cold is ever-present on Basil. It clamps down on his tendons, biting into shredded nerves. It's an immense effort to reach for Skunk; his hands tremble, fighting back the motion, but Basil persists through a clouded mind. There's a mechanical ringing in the pit of his ears, and each breath spasms out of the crawlspace of his esophagus in little, pathetic wheezes. He's trying to comfort Skunk and manages to grab hold of his darling's hands. Basil lifts his face up; the apples of his cheeks are bleak with the evidence of his quirk abuse. The rosiness of his cheeks is sullen, a blotchy lilac that does not belong. The warmth of Skunk's hands is dire, and all Basil wants is to curl up in it.

"—There's my sunshine."