My Hogwarts House Book Recs

love poem

— summary: for years you’ve suffered for the longest time and for years they’ve hurt without understanding the true meaning behind it all. soulmates connected through the hearts, soulmates connected through the slightest touches, and when they finally meet their last soulmate, the seven gods vowed to themselves that they will love and protect you for the rest of their immortal lives

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst, soulmates!au, poly!au, gods!au, god of knowledge!namjoon, god of stars!seokjin, god of music!yoongi, god of sun!hoseok, god of spring!jimin, god of ocean!taehyung, god of hearth!jungkook

— word count: 29.0K

— warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, minor character deaths

— prompt: “It won’t be easy you know…trying to love me”

— a/n: i hope you guys haven’t forgotten the dear; sweet bubbies project. sorry i’ve been so slow on these requests but here is the second installment! for you bubs @hope122598​

Soft crispy crunches follow your footsteps as you walk among the snowy path, the wind seeming more restless than ever this morning. Little bits of snowflakes descend from the sky, falling and falling in an endless cycle for the snowy mountains will never come to understand what Spring looks like.

For days upon days and years upon years, you have always prayed to see what it will be like to live with warmth, in a home of hearth, in a shelter that can provide comfort and heat to your body and mind. But you know that as you walk up the path of the mountain, stairway long ruined since over many years ago, with the hood of your cloak constantly hoping to leave your head and the wind howling all around, wishing alone will only get you so far.

The morning sun brings no heat for you, icy particles kissing your cheeks from time to time and leaving you bright red from how cold it is.

But you’re used to this.

It’s okay. 

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Art by Alena Aenami on Artstation.

Music: BLANKS - HIGHER 

Beyond this, consider how these professions might vary depending on who the customers are - nobles, or lower class. Are they good at their job or just scraping by? Do they work with lots of other people or on their own? City or village?

For younger characters:

Apprentice to any of the above

Messenger/runner

Page/squire

Pickpocket

Shop assistant

Student

Looks after younger siblings

(Images all from Wikimedia Commons)

i really really really want a ghost tattoo *cries in too many bills to pay* I may set up tattoo tickets if anyone is interested, they would be $35AUD and you would receive cleaner artwork and a ticket download that grants written permission to use my work for a tattoo

“He’ll keep talking…”

“He was buying time because his own flames have weakened him”

Dabi immediately proves Hawks wrong but jumping down two floors and using a technique he’s never used before mid-air

Now we can assume that Dabi, the greatest strategist in this entire story, had this planned out from the beginning or that he has lost his mind enough to just do the most reckless shit, I mean how is he gonna land safely on the ground from that position if he doesn’t burn himself before then?

But we can just as much assume that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t even want to kill them.

That is similar to the panel of him noticing Aoyama in the training camp arc

Although he notices that someone is hiding behind the bush, he not only ignores it but also doesn’t even mention it to anyone.

Before Dabi attacked Hawks, the latter asked him the most burning question of the story: “Who are you?” which led to the most amazing line in the history of fiction:

Of course, maybe he really does want to kill Hawks now that he’s told him who he is and since he doesn’t trust him (his words not mine) why should he bother keeping him alive? And why should he keep alive a student that tries to protect Hawks and claims that Hawks “isn’t dirty” and has “done the right thing” when he could just burn them both and call it a day?

One reason for him monologuing is that he is a Todoroki so monologuing is in his blood

Another reason, though, would be that he doesn’t actually want to kill them.

While I don’t believe that his whole reason for being a villain is because of Stain like he claims, I do think it’s reasonable to assume that he liked what Stain was doing: calling people out on their bullshit.

Instead of just killing everyone who disagrees with his beliefs, he makes some valid points about the flaws in heroes.

He even pointed out how messed up it was that the heroes brought students along to this attack, which I think is due to Dabi generally being against kids being used as pawns by heroes. Going with the Touya theory, it’s obvious why he opposes that: he was born to be a pawn, too. But, unlike Hawks or Shouto, he broke free from that and is now trying to change things for the better. Maybe to get revenge, maybe also to prevent anyone else having to go through the same thing he had.

Why bother trying to change someone’s mind when you plan on killing them?

But how would he change things if he just killed them? It would be far more effective to fight them just enough for them to not fight back anymore but still keep them alive so that not only is he better than them since Hawks killed someone during this and he didn’t; by keeping them alive he is also giving them the chance to change their views.

Tokoyami may still be on Hawks’ side now because Hawks is his mentor and Dabi is still just another villain to him, but maybe Dabi’s words will stick with him and start making him question hero society and his own beliefs.

So instead of monologuing to buy himself time because his quirk weakened him, he’s monologuing to buy them time and make them understand that the villains are fighting for their right to live.

TL;DR local flaming emo doesn’t want to kill the bird boys but instead uses this opportunity to shake up their views

His smiley EYES😭😭😭😭

I woke up in a cold sweat at 3 AM and made this. Even the hair is exactly the same.

so i’ve recently discovered a thing called kimetsu radio, where the seiyuus for the cast of kny talk in asmr, and it is the funniest shit i’ve ever listened to

a twitter account called NomiMatsu has a few translated clips and y’all gotta watch it if you haven’t already ٩( ᐛ )و

The desperation in this guy's eyes.

My boy nearly died (presumably forced to protect Charlie by his deal), and wants to escape and strike back more than anything.

Requested, image description/edit: Alastor having a breakdown from nearly getting killed by Adam, hands grabbing his head, his red eyes darting around and his perpetual smile is extremely strained, baring gum.

oranges [1] (Omega!Kirishima Eijirou X Fem!Alpha!Reader)

A/N: okay so i finally got to starting this series HAHAH it was surprisingly difficult to do since i’ve never written (or really even read much of) Alpha!Readers before so i hope i can do this idea justice with future instalments HAHAH if this flops terribly then i’ll just… pretend this whole idea never happened :P 

PART 2

No. of words: 1220

Oranges were your favourite fruit, they always have been and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life.

There was just something about them, how they were sweet but also sour enough to make you pucker your lips every time you took a bite; how they were fun to peel and blessed by mother nature to be pre-sliced and other stupid little things like that and how… most importantly, he…

“…smell like oranges.”

Bright red eyes peered at you curiously, chubby face framed by black hair that was getting a little too long. He would probably get it cut soon, your elementary school didn’t allow male students to have long hairstyles, after all.

“Huh?”

“You smell like oranges,” you repeated, scooting closer to him, sniffing fervently at his neck. He smelled sweet and tangy—just like the fruit—but yet his scent was soft and gentle on your nose at the same time.

Kirishima Eijirou felt his face heat up as he slapped his hand over his scent gland. Relentless, you nudged the tip of your nose against his fingers, trying your best to get another whiff of him.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Kirishima obasan laughed, gently pulling you away from her flustered son. “You’re embarrassing him! Why don’t you go on home, hmm? It’s getting late. You can come back tomorrow—”

“N-no!” the boy exclaimed, reaching out to grab your hands before his mother could lift you to your feet. The woman raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smirk on her face. “(Y/N)-chan can stay a little longer?”

“Of course she can.”

As soon as she let go of you, Kirishima mustered all the strength he could in his tiny arms to pull you close to him. You let out a soft yelp when your body collided straight into his, feeling your heart thump louder in your chest when he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His nose nudged your own scent gland and his mother laughed.

You placed another orange wedge in between your teeth, your eyes glued onto the scene playing out across the classroom. You bit into the fresh fruit, cringing when it tasted more bitter than sweet—it was strange since none of the previous pieces from the same orange tasted this way… Perhaps it wasn’t the fruit.

Kirishima laughed loudly, leaning in closer towards his new friend who frankly looked like he couldn’t care less about the red-haired boy beside him—in fact, he looked pretty annoyed—and yet, he didn’t bother to leave.

You clicked your tongue before you shoved another wedge into your mouth, chewing on it furiously as you felt a growl burn in the base of your throat. You couldn’t blame Kirishima for wanting to spend more time with an Alpha like Bakugou Katsuki—especially after he placed third in yesterday’s Quirk Apprehension Test.

If you were an Omega, you would’ve preferred to spend time with the fiery blond, too, but yet you couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of indignance and jeal—

“Man, you’re so cool, Bakugou!” Kirishima said excitedly, his loud voice heard loud and clear even though he was on the other end of the room. “We should train together sometime! What’d you say?”

“Whatever, shitty hair.”

“Yay!” He slung an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders, leaning into him in a way that made your stomach drop.

You bit your tongue, feeling yourself slowly lose appetite as you pushed away the remains of your snack. You rested your chin on the table, feeling light goosebumps all over your body as your scent gland automatically released pheromones into the air. You shut your eyes and willed it to stop, not wanting to distress anyone else in class—especially not your Ome—

You scoffed at yourself. He wasn’t yours.

“Stay away!” you barked at the older students who merely rolled their eyes at your warning, creeping closer towards you and the boy you were shielding. “I-I’ll use my Quirk if you don’t go away!”

“Eh?” the leader of the bunch raised an eyebrow. “You mean your super evil Quirk? Go ahead and use it then, future Hero.”

“Don’t, (Y/N)-chan.” Kirishima tugged at your sleeve, gritting his teeth. You noticed only one half of his face was hardened and that his hands were trembling.

Instinctually, you were conflicted.

Listen to boy whom you’d carry the world for or follow your gut.

The recently-discovered Alpha within you growled. They were gonna hurt him! You heard what they said during class about male Omegas; saw the way they sneered at Kirishima and heard them called him mean names.

The boys took a step closer. The hand clutching your shirt tightened.

Fuck!

You shut your eyes.

“(L/N)-san!” a semi-familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up straight and smiled politely when you realised it was Midoriya Izuku, one of your new classmates. He seemed nice enough, kinda weird, but nice.

“What’s up?” you asked, feeling your body tense up when you noticed some curious eyes looking your way.

“Can I ask you some stuff about your Quirk?” he bounced on the balls of his feet. It was then you saw the notebook and pencil in his hands. “I watched you use it yesterday during the test and I—I mean! I wasn’t being creepy! I just think it’s so cool! And I was wondering if you can tell me more about it? Please!”

“O-of course,” you replied, stumbling over your words. Never before had someone expressed such a pure interest in your Quirk before so, needless to say, it was slightly overwhelming. “Ask me anything.”

Midoriya’s eyes sparkled.

Yuurei was hard to control, the Black Ghost partially having a mind of its own every time you took over. You knew that if you didn’t focus enough, you’d end up hurting the bullies a lot more than you wanted to; but if there was one thing you loved about your Ghost, it’s that it loves you.

Falling to your knees, you clamped your palms over your eyes, chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing. You’d deactivated your Quirk and had returned to your own body—you could tell from the way everything felt real again. You were afraid of opening your eyes—the last time you opened them immediately and the sudden brightness of the world rendered you blind for almost a full day.

Gentle hands touched your shoulders. You could smell oranges.

“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked, voice strained.

“Did I hurt them?”

“No, no,” the Omega nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, inadvertently smudging his tears onto your skin. “They ran away after seeing Yuurei, you didn’t hurt them.”

You sighed, all tension in your shoulders melting away as you slumped forward. You held your hand behind Kirishima’s neck, pulling him closer.

“Are you okay? Did they do anything?” You buried your nose into his soft dark hair. You smiled; he smelled like oranges.

Kirishima shook his head, a faint purr slipping past his lips.

Was he trying to comfort you? You weren’t sure but… it was such a lovely sound, and you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your life.