Mulandi - -MULANDI

RIGHT

ghibli men are the greenest of the green flags. they would never let me down.

LITERALLY BEGGING 😭 I NEED MORE OBITO ANGST. AN UNREQUITED LOVE AND ALL THAT SHIT.

Dear Anime fic writers, especially those who write for Naruto characters, could you make more Obito, Genma, Shikamaru angst stories? Pleaaassseeee...

Preach

On this blog, we don’t just fuck monsters…

We cuddle monsters.

We take monsters on dates.

We make monsters dinner.

We woo monsters with tasteful gifts and poetry.

We Netflix and Chill with monsters.

We take long walks on the beach with monsters.

We are emotionally supportive towards monsters.

We have committed long term relationships with monsters.

We don’t just fuck monsters, sometimes we make monster love.

SHITTING TEARS RN ITS 4AM I CANT

“WAKA SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

What you can say to describe the Sun

Magnificently radiant

Soft unfailing

Overpoweringly bright

Bright and gorgeous

Flashingly bright

Universal and resplendent

 Marvelous clear 

Motionless 

Fierce western

Immense newborn

Glorious

Incredibly strange and wonderful 

Graciously warm

Fiery and pitiless 

Hot and powerful

Imperial and royal

Huge inflamed 

Fiery and eternal

Uncommonly red

Scintillating 

Warm autumnal 

Dim and ancient

High and unforgiving 

Cancerous orange

Strange and mystical

HE HAS NO REASON TO BE THIS FUCKING HOT.

LOOK AT HIM. HE'S SO HOT

hi :3 could you maybe do kiba inuzuka? :D he's my absolute favorite

"OH COME ON!"

an irritated growl rumbles in bakugou's throat as the screech reaches his ears, much too tired to have to deal with someone screaming at ten in the morning. he swiftly turns around and glares threateningly at the culprit as he begins to slowly pull his shirt off, and is met with an equally frustrated and flustered mineta who points at his face with a crooked finger.

" 'the hell are you screamin' for?" he seethes as he finally tears his undershirt off his arms and throws it into the locker behind him. the night before already drained everything out of him, he didn't have the patience nor the energy to deal with this bullshit.

"how is it that bakugou of all people gets laid before i do!" the idiot seems to be talking to kaminari right beside him, and for a moment bakugou ponders what the hell he's talking about, but once the sting of the cold locker room air drags itself against the red scratch marks littering the upper muscles of his shoulders, he realizes just what he's screaming about.

he then also realizes that maybe dressing in the bathroom would have been a better idea. still, he rolls his eyes and begins to pull out his gym uniform, choosing to ignore the now plenty surprised gazes of everyone else in the locker room.

"man, didn't see you as the type to fuck before marriage," kaminari snickers, walking towards him from his spot on the bench to get a closer look, "jesus dude, these are deep! the hell did you do to her that she had to scratch at you like an animal?"

"shut your fuckin' mouth." bakugou growls, snapping his head to look back at his curious classmate with a seering -near murderous- glare that takes kaminari aback, yelping.

kirishima, sensing the growing tension, steps in between the two blondes and pats his friend on the shoulder.

"relax dude, he's just playing around! now, y'gonna tell us who the lucky lady is?"

"more like unlucky," grumbles mineta.

another red glare is sent towards the direction of the perpetrator, and bakugou's just about to blowing him halfway across the locker room when a glimpse of his scratches in the mirror sends him hurling into memories of last night; your kiss swollen lips against his, the choked whimpers you let out in attempt to keep quiet, and the oh so euphoric feeling of your nails dragging against his upper back as your hips clashed together unceremoniously.

it's enough to calm him back down, and as he finishes pulling on the top of his uniform, he shrugs kirishima's hand off his shoulder with a, "none of your damn business," and slumps away.

he avoids any other conversation or curious gawks by looking at the floor as he drags his way into the training field, and he can't help but smirk slyly to himself at the thought of the other girls squealing in delight at the sight of your chest covered in bites and red blooming bruises, or the damn near tattooed imprint of his palms on your hips.

as he reaches the field, he attempts to wipe said grin off his face with his sleeve, but ultimately fails as he meets your flustered gaze and your pink haired best friend's dropped jaw in realization as to who left you looking like that.

he tilts his chin up in greeting to you and your face heats up in response at the way mina screams once it hits her, and he thinks that maybe..

maybe this was a good start to his morning.

WAWAWA SO PRETTY

thank you to everyone who has requested/commissioned color edits thus far! these were a lot of fun to make!

(color edits are still open btw, so check out my FAQ if you’re interested)

BRO 😭

Apparently Cater's hair isn't actually tied up, it's not even half it's a pompadour. I'm guessing he added the hairclip so it would look like his hair is tied

( pompadour ; in which the hair is turned back off the forehead in a roll )

: you can find this in the magical archives

All this time my whole life is a lie 😭😭😭