I Need More People In My Life Who Are Head Over Heels For Hanta Sero Like I Am 🥺🥰

Look Up

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I don't usually dabble in realism - but this was a gift for someone very meaningful in my life. And some things just deserve to be painted as they are.

my favourite game is did they have a tumblr blog?

tomura did not, he wasn’t allowed to have social media in general. himiko had an aesthetic blog that could function as a pinterest board, filled with romantic quotes. touya was in the trenches of fandom he’s seen it all and he’s shipped it all. he had ao3 open on his computer in this very scene

I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

For any relocated TikTok users

you can say sex and kill its fine

If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot

theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them

follower count doesnt matter

tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At

no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is

block anyone that annoys you even a little bit

And most importantly:

post cringe

ᯓ★ it's been ages, different stages

kaminari x gn!reader

based on habit by louis tomlinson

read pt.1 here

fuck you, denki.

we're done.

denki knows he's really fucked up when even bakugo tells him off about it.

he knows he's been an idiot. who just leaves their date at the restaurant without telling them he wasn't coming?

it had slipped his mind. it really did, but when he went to text you about it, he found his messages turning green. there's a heavy feeling in his heart when he realises that you've blocked him.

he tries to play it off in front of his friends. he always said he'd mess up eventually, so what did you expect? he wasn't known around the school as boyfriend material, so this really shouldn't have come as a surprise.

none of his friends buy it. denki keeps up the pretence anyway.

until he sees you coming back to the dorms with todoroki. it's just to two of you, laughing and chatting as you bid each other goodnight and disappear into your dorms.

he could feel the exact moment, after the door to your dorm shut, that his friends' heads turn to look at him.

it's hard to pretend he doesn't care.

a week goes by of you hanging out with todoroki.

denki can't stand it.

he can't stand knowing it was his fault. that he wants you to hang out with him, but it's his fault you're not talking to him. you haven't talked to him in a week.

he can't help but see the way you laugh at todoroki's jokes instead of his.

the way his stomach drops when he sees that restaurant down the street.

the way he sees something you would find hilarious on the internet, but he can't send it to you.

it kills him.

his final bit of resolve snaps as he makes his way to your dorm room.

he knows he shouldn't, but his heart betrays his brain as he knocks, three times, on the door he knows you're behind.

"who is it?" your voice makes the knot in his stomach tighten. god, he's missed you.

"it's me."

denki can't being himself to say more.

there's a pause. all movement from inside your dorm ceases. denki holds his breath.

"...kaminari?" your voice is quiet. like you're unsure, and a little scared.

denki's heart clenches at the sound of his last name. suddenly, all bravado he had mustered up vanishes.

"yeah. can i come in?"

you open the door slightly.

denki's shoulders sag in relief, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes are guarded, wary of his presence in your dorm.

the inside of your dorm is exactly the same as he remembers, except the framed photo of the two of you was gone.

denki tries his best to ignore it.

"um, so... i wanted to say i'm sorry."

you scoff. "a bit too late for that, huh?"

denki mentally kicks himself.

"please," he tries again. "hear me out. i'm not above begging."

you cross your arms, but your lack of protest is enough for denki to keep going.

"i'm so, so sorry. i didn't mean to leave you at the restaurant, i swear. i just got caught up at training and i completely forgot to tell you. i even got flowers for you." he holds them out, and you can see that they're slightly wilted. "i know they look pretty shit right now, but that's because i picked them up last week."

one look at your face tells him you're not convinced.

"this week... it's been hell. i got the time and space i thought i wanted, but it's not what i needed. there's nothing i regret more than not spending more time with you. i was out of control, and i'm sorry i let you down."

you've never seen denki so mature before.

it's almost impressive.

"i guess i learned- but i already knew this- that i'm better with you. and i miss you so much. i'm so sorry, y/n. i'll never stop trying to find ways to make it up to you, if you'll let me."

there are tears pricking in your eyes. "denki..."

denki's eyes light up. he hates the spark of hope growing in him.

"i tried so hard to forget you. to move on. but... you're like a habit i can't break." you confess.

denki smiles, for the first time in a week. "then i never want to break this habit."

for @juni0njup1terr

dear the people who hate Blitzø after the Full Moon episode-

he's not for you.

blitzø is for the people who felt that they were only worth what other people need them for.

the people who have been hurt so badly or so often that they find it easier to lash out first

the people who now back away at the first sight of any discomfort because they'd rather leave first than be heartbroken

the people who were only treated as someone's toys or playthings until those people got tired of them, so they now have walls put up to feel some sense of control

the people who were once funny and tame, but were put through the wringer and have become hot headed and lash out too soon.

the people who want love and closeness so badly, but fear it so deeply.

the people who think that now, no one can love them for anything but what is needed of them.

I love Stolas. he's not in the wrong here, either. but the people who say they truly hate Blitzø have never been the Blitzø, and it shows.

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

weird girl !!

♡ : i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari

☆ : fluff, crack, suggestive (ish)

❀ : inspired by these rafe fics

Hiya!

I was wondering if you could to a Floyd x Reader angst fic?

Like, y'know when Floyd almost dies but not quite? I was wondering if you could do it so Floyd basically rushes home to see Reader and after some hugging, like, he dies in their arms as Reader begs him to hold on a bit longer?

It's okay if not :3

I’m so happy for requests omg. I didn’t see at first and then I started giggling.

Don’t die on me.

Chat this is a sad one 😭😭

Warnings: Angst!, mentions of death (more like Floyd lit dying), velvette and veneer 😡😡, bad grammar <33 like always.

It’s been 20 years since you heard from Floyd. Maybe less- idk you haven’t been keeping track of time. The small house felt empty and quiet like usually since these past years. You wondered where he even went. One day he said he wanted to do his own thing and then- Poof! He’s gone from your grasp.

The many years left you wondering and even hoping for his return. Until that one day.

A knock on your small wooden door that was made from the bark of the tall trees (well, tall because you’re a troll 🧍‍♀️). You stood up and saw an envelope on your front step. Signed ‘Floyd’.

You almost cried at the name on the front, and flipped the letter open. Small handwriting in cursive.

‘Dear y/n, i was kidnapped by the superstars Velvette and Veneer. Please come and help me.’

I think we all know who ACTUALLY wrote the letter.

(I have a question- how did Velvette write that small????)

Anyway. You immediately got your belongings and went to go retrieve your Floyd! The Floyd you’ve missed and hopped for.

You were stood at the front of the tall building of the rage dome. Trying to find those superstars. It was weird cause a parking spot said ‘BroZone’ on it. You didn’t know why.

You climbed up the walls and in the vents, and finally saw him— them? Were you too late? Those were his brothers! Now you remember- kind of.

You hopped down, Floyd was stood then turned, his big eyes brightening.

‘Y/n…?’

He said. Running over to you. Almost sobbing as he hugged you close. His hair had a lot of white in it. What happened…

You felt his legs give out. And his heartbeat slowed as his chest was against yours. Not at all matching your heart beat pattern.

No… you couldn’t lose him again… not forever. You just got him back.

The thud was loud as he hit the floor on his back. The white in his one pinkish magenta hair growing as it was all white.

You crouched down, tears falling as they landed on him. He was gone… forever this time… you thought it would be better. But it wasn’t… nothing was enough.

He wasn’t moving and you couldn’t hear him breathing. His brothers quiet but crying silently. All sitting around him trying to do something.

Nothing worked though. He was gone… wasn’t he?

A/N: sorry this was pretty short anon! I LOVE taking requests though. And I’m not SO used to writing angst buttttt I’ll do anything for you pookie 🙇‍♀️. I missed doing Floyd x reader 😭