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thefringeperson:

Rock Lee (Naruto) is Midoriya Izuku’s (BNHA) favourite relative.  Cousin Lee is Quirkless like him!  And he’s in the Heroics Course for UA!  AND he’s helping Izuku train for the entrance exam next year so he can join him there as well!

Lee is in class 1B, and told Izuku about how the kids in class 1A were all expelled by their homeroom teacher on the very first day.  Some of them had joined the Gen Ed classes, but more just… weren’t at UA any more.  According to Cousin Lee, who had asked one of the kids who’d gone from Heroics 1A to Gen Ed 1G, they’d been expelled for ‘lacking potential’, and other kids (who hadn’t gone to Gen Ed) had been expelled for a whole lot of other reasons.

Which was scary for Izuku to think about.  He could get into his dream school, but still get kicked out on his first day!

Lee is sure that won’t happen to his adorable younger cousin - but just to make sure, Lee will help Izuku train and train and train!  They may lack quirks, but they have the power of YOUTH on their side!

Lee might miss Gai-Sensei, and everybody back in Konohagakure, but this new life isn’t so bad, and he can still follow his dream of being a shinobi who doesn’t use chakra.  Just… now he’s a hero who doesn’t have a quirk.  And soon, Izuku will join him, and they can even start a hero agency of their own!  They will be able to provide job opportunities to those who are discriminated against!  YOSH!

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eoki-writing:

Prompt from 11/8/20 - And like the raging ocean, my heart could not be contained.


TW: blood, violence, death


Your skin as fair as summer’s breath, those eyes like dew drops; fresh, bright. The shadow you cast in my doorway at night, as you wake me, drag me into the garden to watch the stars fall. Sundresses, secret smiles, the way you punctuate your sentences with your airy laugh.

Every aspect of you was intoxicating.

Being with you was like walking on air, like flying. You understood me. When we touched, it was electric. But being with you wasn’t enough. It was like an addiction, a craving. You always left me wanting more.

I remember that night, as we lay in the grass watching the tumbling stars streak the sky with light. Your lips, soft as anything, brushed my ear as you whispered. You told me about space, of stars and astrophysics, and all the possibilities that lay out in the void above us.

Each word was a sonnet, your voice a symphony, for me and only me. Only me.

But, then, the stars stilled. You yawned, stretched, and made your leave.

And I was left alone, laying in grass that was now cold without your heat. And once again, I was left wanting more. Needing more.

So the next day, when you visited clutching your wicker basket of muffins, I invited you inside for tea. We sat at the table, across from each other. You wore a strawberry-patterned dress, your hair was carelessly tied back. Beautiful. I couldn’t stop myself from gazing at you, seeing you as only I could.

Sunlight glazed your skin as you spoke, golden rays that shone for you.

It was in that moment I knew that I couldn’t be without you.

So I stood, excusing myself to get a drink from the fridge while you continued to talk, your voice a melody I could hear forever. I turned my back on you, reaching for the cutlery drawer. Silver blades glinted at me, as though daring me, taunting me.

The knife was cold in my hand, but your blood was warm.

In the moments when you drew your final breaths I stared down at the knife, at the scarlet slowly staining your strawberry dress.

A pang of regret, sharp and sour.

What had I done…How could I ruin something so pure, and beautiful? For fear you would leave me?

And now you’ll never leave me. Your skin as fair as summer’s breath, and your eyes of dew will haunt me. Your sundresses, and smiles, and airy laugh will forever torment me.

The silence of your absence will be deafening.

Hey guys check out my latest writing project that I’m doing for my university portfolio X

luckycharmer: snailnt:I’ve always wanted to make one of these.Here’s my first expression meme! Fee

luckycharmer:

snailnt:

I’ve always wanted to make one of these.
Here’s my first expression meme!

Feel free to use this! If you’re using it on tumblr please reblog and do NOT repost it. Feel free to repost it to any other social media platform however, if you’re using it; but give me CREDIT (if you for some reason crop out my Tumblr in the corner).

ooh! Its been a while since I did one of these!

send me a ml character + expression \(o7 o)/


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Drarry prompt where Ron and or Hermoine/Ginny take Harry to a dental appointment with Draco and is high as fuck over whatever magical equivalent of anesthesia there is

Day 27: Mummy.Part of a 60 day art challenge with friends on Gaiaonline. 2022.I took this prompt a l

Day 27: Mummy.

Part of a 60 day art challenge with friends on Gaiaonline. 2022.

I took this prompt a little out of context and drew Evelyn from the Mummy movies. I loved those movies growing up and still do to this day. They’ve become one of my comfort movies to watch when I’m having a bad time or need something on in the background.


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Prompt #74

The hero trails feather light touches, down, down, down across the villain’s back, hand coming to stop at the collar of their shirt.

“You got a tattoo?”

“Not… on purpose, no.”

Prompt #73

Whumpeeshudders, jumping at the feather light touch of the whumper’s hand across their back.

Prompt #72

“Please- no, don’t leave me!” Whumpee wails, scrambling across the floor on hands and knees, a shaking hand reaching for whumper’s legs.

Prompt #71

“I would do anything for you,” whumpee says, breath hitching as they exhale.

The whumper smiles. “I know.”

Prompt #70

“You-” the thief spins a coin across the counter- “want me… to do a job for you?”

“Yes.”

“What’s in it for me?”

Prompt #69

“Ah- ah, open wide for me, now,” whumpee says, trailing a finger along the whumpee’s jaw.

“Or I won’t be gentle.”

Prompt #68

“A pet? You brought the town’s biggest villain a pet-” the hero begins, raking a hand through their hair. They turn, then, to face the sidekick, features alight with anger.

“Why?”

Prompt #67

“What,” the villain begins, stepping towards the hero. “Would everyone say about this, I wonder?”

The hero, sprawled against the hard alley floor and propped lazily against the wall, turns their head away.

“If you’ve come to kill me, then get on it with,” they mumble, voice hoarse.

Kill you? Why dear, that’s no fun. I have something much better planned.”

Prompt #66

The villain grins, leaning forward to tap hero lightly on the nose with a blood stained finger.

Hero’s eyes, glassy and unfocused, flick up to the villain.

“S-stop…”

Prompt #64

The team leader, who’d started to lag quite early into the trip, falls behind the rest of the group.

“I’m fine,” they’d say, waving off any suggestion of slowing down. For them.

Prompt #63

“Please- no! No- don’t go, please,” whumpee says, eyes wide and frantic.

The whumper pauses in the doorway, back still turned to them.

“You have two minutes to convince me.”

Prompt #62

Whumper scoffs, leaning down to tilt whumpee’s chin up with a single finger.

“So good for me, aren’t you? Think you deserve a reward yet, pet?”

Prompt #61

Leave your whumpee kneeling. Shove them, forcefully, to their knees on a hard, cold floor.

Leave them there, stuck kneeling on the unforgiving ground. Does the cold slowly make its way through their thin clothing, wracking their body with shivers that only put more pressure on their aching joints?

Or do they finally give out, slumping from their position. What does the whumper do when they come back?

Or, even better, what is the caretakers reaction afterward? How do they respond, knowing how the whumpee was forced to rest on their knees for hours, until their legs gave out? Do they save them, and gently pick them up and carrying them away, murmuring small sounds to the crying whumpee?

Bruise your whumpee’s knees, and then, if you’re mean, breakthem.

Melatonin sets in

Like doves returning to nest

God sets them in motion

Circadian migration to circular paths

Not a musical but a solar dance

Blue orange black pink blue orange black

The moon and the sun choreograph

But why must we give the dark so many hours of ours?

Once I properly encounter Him I’ll ask

Why the rhythm of rest isn’t given the chance

To rest on an open eyed note through the night, once or twice

Without submitting eyes to substantial sacrifice

n.a.

Day 4 of #AdventureApril my wizard protag n’ cauldron companion travel through the forest - th

Day 4 of #AdventureApril my wizard protag n’ cauldron companion travel through the forest - they make a ruckus and wake up a snoozing shroom pal by accident - there is no other choice but to battle it ~

Deleted this post by accident instead of reblogging, ughh


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