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[Bnha Oc] Reirei Hebikuma

"There was once a small child in a cruel world who was very lonely. Why was it lonely? The world couldn't understand them, so, they feared and shunned them. Did they chase them all? One night, thunder rang and they split themselves in two. So they would always have a friend? So they would always have a friend."

...Heavy LOL Kindred Inspiration...

You can ask me more about my OC if interested 😊

I finally painted the cover (and backside) of my Sketchbook!

Here it is! It's my Bnha Oc in the Fantasy AU

I couldn't have said it better 👏

i just love this scene. the way geta is taken aback by the poetry. he's guarded, wary, trying to unpack the underlying threat - a wild animal faced with a machine for the first time. he knows there's something dangerous here, but he can't determine the extent of it.

caracalla, as he is one to do, breaks the tension. he doesn't sense the threat, not like geta does. caracalla is happy with the turn of events, so geta backs down accordingly - but not without a little threat of his own, just so lucius knows that geta isn't oblivious to the harm.

it's the same way acacius threatens geta w/ the consequences of more war. geta's gaze shifts to the side. he knows acacius is right. but caracalla chimes in, giddy about bloodshed, and so geta doesn't pursue the potential threat. he allows it to slide.

geta is the sharper twin. he can smell blood in the water. but he doesn't follow up on his suspicions, especially not when caracalla delights in the source of the threat.

caracalla was always geta's greatest liability and weakness. love killed him in the end.

imagine you are a maid who works for ithaca's royalty. you're not, like, always the most up to date on gossip, because you have things to do and knowing what date the king and queen went on this week is not going to make the floors any less dirty. so, whatever. one thing even you know, though, is that the king is leaving for war. which sucks, probably, you've heard things about war, and also your cousin's part of the crew headed to troy and the queen looks like she's about to stab whoever tries to touch her so you really hope they stay safe and come back in one piece, for everyone else in the palace's sake at least. still, it doesn't change the fact that the floors need cleaning. so you get cleaning. and then you wake up one day with men in the palace. suitors, they call themselves. and you're like, okay, whatever, guests. except they never leave. they just. stay. day after day after week after month and then suddenly it's years, just hanging around. and, really, do none of them have jobs? goodness. and they have absolutely no respect for the workers of the palace, which is a bit frustrating because your back is hurting from how much extra cleaning you're doing for no discernable reason other than just because the suitors find some nonexistent dirt. still, whatever, it doesn't really matter to you, so you clean the floors and try your best to avoid running into any of them. you have things to do. the prince is cute, and he waddles around everywhere and gets his muddy little prints on everything but you feel nothing negative towards him because he's cute and tries to awkwardly make conversation. so you give him a smile and scrub the floors clean and go back to your room and fall asleep, exhausted. and years pass, and you age, and your hair starts graying and you wonder if maybe it's time to retire but the fearful and tired look in the younger girls' eyes makes you stay. you can't just - leave them. whatever. clean the floors. there's something to do with the queen and a shroud and lying, you're not entirely sure. your job is to clean floors and the queen is polite when you dart into her room occasionally, so. whatever. and then fifteen, eighteen, twenty years later - you're barely out of bed when one of the girls barrels into your room, screaming with excitement - the king is back. the king is back and he brings destruction in his wake. you hurry upstairs and you are greeted with a docked bow and a familiar face, now older and warier and more haggard, and you pause. he looks at you, and his eyes are - sharp, bright, focused, but also a bit unclear. like he's looking at one thing while also avoiding it. he blinks, once, and then looks away. a movement from the other side of the room - a suitor, you recognize, one who takes extra pleasure in watching the girls scrub the floor in front of him - and then there's an arrow lodged into his chest, followed by a scream of agony and then nothing. well. alright. you look around for a couple of moments, then turn back around and head to the kitchen, rooting around the storage cupboard for spare cloths. this whole return is well and good and there's probably political stuff happening here but, like, you don't really care. the king is cleaning house, and you should too. that's your job.

"Raiding Me Was Your First Mistake"

That's what happens when you try to raid me—featuring Patchdoes! Expect chaos, unexpected twists, and maybe some instant regret. Think twice before you hit that raid button!

I will fall in love with you

Over and over again

I don’t care how, where, or when

No matter how long it’s been

You’re mine

Don’t tell me you’re not the same person

You’re always my husband

And I’ve been waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, oh!

For you...

This is literally Y/N and Loki from Time after Time. This is their theme song, playing in the background in the last chapter. It's them.

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[Refrence Sheet]: PNG-tuber/Sona

"Doodle, the Froglotl"

Here is a RefSheet of my Sona.

A little Hybrid of Frog and Axolotl. Isn't it the cutest! <3 just a Chubby Baby ꒰(˶• ᴗ •˶)꒱