Eddie & Steve In Chapter Six: The Dive

Dabi: what a long day. I need a drink. Something to take the edge off.

You, a gen-z kid with a dark humor: bleach.

League of Villains:

Kurogiri: Y/n, do we need to talk?

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Dabi: guys, I just found this puppy waiting outside! Look at them! Aren’t they adorable? Their face is so cute and sweet and they’ve got such big eyes and-

Shigaraki: Ashtray, that’s Y/n.

Dabi:

Dabi: so?

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Aizawa: I am at a loss for words.

You, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, Aizawa managed to yell at all of us for an hour straight.

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Todoroki: So I’m bi-

Deku: (gasps hopefully)

Todoroki: -lingual. Bilingual. I speak two languages.

Deku: oh… (takes a sip of water, disappointed)

Todoroki: I’m also into guys.

Deku: (spits out water)

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I honestly feel like nobody in lotr mentions how fucking weird Legolas is. He stays up pacing the floor and singing to himself in the dead of night. He deadass stares straight into the tree line in the absolute pitch black when no one else can see anything. He yells goodbye to a river he has heard about in songs. He's so strange and not one character mentions it AT ALL. I absolutely love him.

Bilbo 'Not Like Other Hobbits' Baggins

haikyuu pokemon au p.2

why do i love him when i don't even know what his romantic love could feel like fuck this

robin and steve being each others homophobic dog i LOVE to see it

listen, I’m a nice person. so if I’m bitch to you, you need to ask yourself

honestly steve harrington's character growth from homophobic prom king who's friends are complete assholes and only really cares about himself with a crush on the most perfect girl at school to bisexual single mother of six who's best friend is a lesbian and crush is the metalhead d&d-obsessed school freak who's gotten held back twice and been accused of murder once is not just one of the greatest things to ever come from tv, it is also one of the most absolutely hilarious.

Dazai: Good morning, cruel world.

Kunikida: Isn't it 'goodbye'?

Dazai: The world may be cruel but unfortunately, I'm still kicking.

42 for Illumi 💕

Prompt: “It’s okay to break.” - “I’m not going to break.”

Kintsugi:  The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold or similar material, highlighting the cracks instead of disguising them

The bowl is beautiful, there was no denying it. After months of waiting, the finished product fits perfectly in your palms, slivers of gold coating the rim and cracked edges of the fine china glimmering brightly under the dim light of your bedroom, starkly contrasting the porcelain white hue and ornate floral designs. Its’s perfect, so perfect that you can almost forgive yourself for breaking it in the first place. You smile, pressing your lips against it, the coolness spreading across your skin.

It almost makes you wonder if you should show this to your…. “Husband” …..

Smile faltering, you pull the bowl away from your face, and stare at the clock ticking ominously above it. You haven’t seen him in a couple weeks, and none of the butlers would even deign you the slightest answer whenever you pepper them with questions. It’s probable they know as little as you do, however unlikely that situation is.

But you know your place. For all the glamourous marble columns and comforts of plush furniture surrounding you, the fact is that the whole setup was nothing more than an elaborate cage, set to separate you from the outside world and chain you down to whatever your owner desired.

You squash the feeling of resentment piling deep in your throat, unconsciously grasping your hand to prevent it from shaking so hard. There is no use in being angry, no point in submerging yourself in that all-consuming feeling of rage that never surmounted to anything more than additional hurt.

The heavy wooden doors to your room open with a loud swing. The lack of tell-tale padding sounds gives way that this could be none other than Illumi. It shuts with a simple click, and nothing happens.

You stop and turn, wondering why he was just standing there, and nearly drop the bowl. Illumi stands at the door, hollow, unmoving, dark substances pouring from the crevices on his face. It’s blood, you realize with a shock. It dribbles down his face sluggishly, pouring out from the angular cuts that cover his face, haphazardly made and extremely painful to look at. But the dark abyss that are his eyes scare you the most. It’s different. Even more so than usual. It’s strange how emptiness is felt, how everything sucked out of the room until you’re left with nothing but beating hearts and sweaty palms. He stays where he is, your breath catches in your throat, and the familiar creeps of fear and dread crawl over your skin, clambering all over your neck and oozing into your brain, you wonder if you’ll survive the night.

“What happened?” You ask before you can stop yourself.

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