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Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

Thank you @cryptically-cryptic-cryptid and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

Dabi: What's up, guys? I'm back. The Todorokis: . . . tf??? Enji: What the—how? We saw your jaw. Dabi: yeah, I miss that thing Fuyumi & Natsuo: YOU DIED! Dabi: **shrugs** death is a social construct.

Dabi: I'm going to take you out.

Hawks: Like, as in, a date, murder, or garbage?

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

That Barbie meme but it's actually just Barbie and Ken in my weird style (；・∀・)

Hajime: Is this water or nail polish remover? Nagito: **chugs entire bottle** Nagito: it's nail polish remover

This is genius??? Makes me wanna write about it

A concept in my head that been rolling around a lot:

Hanahaki, but instead of it being triggered by unrequited love, it's triggered because all the love you have for a person turns inwards because you're too afraid to show it.

So it kills you, not because someone doesn't love you back, but because you don't let it out and all that love you have stored, that could grow into something beautiful, turns on you and turns your insides beautiful.

Love is growth, and without any place for it to grow outside, it grows in. If you confess, reciprocated or not, the disease goes away because it's no longer trapped. It gives self-destruction a new meaning.

I took my stance

And paid a glance;

I brought my hand down,

And fire danced around.

I brough him flames,

And they marred his face;

I am aware of the cruelty,

And the tragic beauty.

A tragic tale,

Told by people that wail;

Though, I will not regret,

Lest I fall to my death.