Our Bones Remember The Struggles We Went Through. And We Are Not Voiceless After All.  Other Places

You knew you should be doing something. Running, screaming, hiding, anything would have been better than nothing, but you were oh so tired. Instead you simply sat there, watching as the creature thundered closer, teeth gleaming and snarls rumbling from its throat in a terrifying declaration of intent.

It came to a stop before you, its body towering over yours and its horrifying visage twisted in a snarl, spit dripping from its open maw. Its eyes however, were what truly captured your attention. 

With a sad smile, you leaned forward, ignoring its dangerous teeth and terrifying strength, and gently bumped your forehead against its own. Despite the threat it posed, you closed your eyes, remaining there as you listened to its growls slowly fade, an understanding taking bloom within your heart.

Because its eyes were tired too.

imagine if the oceans were replaced by forests and if you went into the forest the trees would get taller the deeper you went and there’d be thousands of undiscovered species and you could effectively walk across the ocean but the deeper you went, the darker it would be and the animals would get progressively scarier and more dangerous and instead of whales there’d be giant deer and just wow

i find it SO funny when ppl act like deku is one of those uwu pacifist protags like steven universe or aang cause like. listen. there is not a single problem deku hasn't solved by hitting it really hard. He got his quirk from all might by throwing his book bag into a villain's eye. he got tdrk to overcome his mental blocks & to like him by punching himself into unconsciousness. he got kouta to like him by punching muscular into unconsciousness. he got both eri AND sir nighteye to like him by punching overhaul into unconsciousness. he got hero killer stain to like him by punching stain into unconsciousness. he got shinsou to tolerate him by punching shinsou into needing medical attention. he got bkg to begrudingly respect him by punching bkg very hard. deku is very kind and compassionate and his main motivation in any given situation is his inherent need to help someone in need but that doesn't cahnge the fact that hes absolutely feral and down to fight at any given moment.

day 4 of twin stars week! 

prompt is comfort !!

lil kacchan is trying so hard not to die of embarrassment LMAO

Continua a leggere

kacchan protecting deku + all might + deku’s face tbh

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this is the ideas shiggy. reblog in the next 10 seconds and be blessed with good ideas 

You were known around campus as the nature freak, a term you found a great deal of amusement in. Nature freak… they had no idea.

Everywhere you went, you carried a small potted Venus flytrap. Often it would sit on your desk as you had your classes, or beside you as you sat outside enjoying a break from the indoors. Most ignored it with ease or even complimented the cute plant, use to odd things around campus. But there was always a few who would snicker over it, or make snide comments. Not that you minded all too much.

One day as you were headed out of the building, intent on getting home and getting some well needed rest, screams and shouts of panic began to sound out, not too far away. At a brief glance, it quickly became obvious that you were all under attack for something. You didn’t bother to listen all to long about what they were here for, though it soon became clear that they were willing to kill for it.

When the nearest group turned their attentions in your direction, you stood fast, even as the students and teachers behind you fled. One of the assailants taunted you as they neared, asking you if you were that scared that you couldn’t even flee. You said nothing in response, simply smiling wide as you held out your pot for them to see. The men paused in confusion, glancing at the pot and then you, eyes incredulous as you spoke.

“They’re hungry…. why don’t you say hi?” 

Instantly, the plant burst free of its pot, growing rapidly as it took on a life of its own. Terrified, they shot at it, though it did nothing to the plant as each head easily and gleefully snapped up the attackers. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw others approaching, and simply gave them a cheery wave as the many heads of your Venus flytrap quickly snapped them up.

Gods you had forgotten how fucking fun this was.

It was a very special thing to bond with a dragon. Whilst bonding with a dragon provided benefits for both parties, it was still a very rare thing. Dragons were powerful, and by the time they were ready and willing to bond, considerably older than humans. They also had to be a lot more picky with their chosen bonded, than any human did.

Whilst a strong bond with their dragon would extend a humans life considerably, the stronger the bond, the longer their life, the dragons still have to face the possibility of their bonded growing old and dying. Since bonding with another is an incredibly emotionally vulnerable experience for both dragon and human, many dragons are wary about their choices as they get older, not willing to face such heartbreak again. 

Most children go through life boasting about what kind of dragon they think they will bond with, some claiming their strength will ensure them the best dragon, others claiming their wit or looks. For you, it had never been so clear. 

You just like any other child, would constantly daydream about bonding with a dragon and the knowledge and adventures you could share together, preferably away from this horrid town. However, other kids, and even adults, were always keen to remind you how impossible that dream would be.

“Their deaf! What use would a dragon have for them?” You remember seeing one teacher say to another.

It was true, you hadn’t heard a single sound your entire life. Sometimes, it did upset you, but you had long since learned to love what you did have. Mainly, your sight. The world was so beautiful, and without all the chatter to distract you, you were free to admire it as you wished. You could spend hours drawing the flowers and enjoying the swirling sea and shimmering stars. Perhaps it is that which had driven you to becoming a photographer and artist.

Still, when the day came that those your age were finally allowed to try to bond with a dragon, you found yourself joining them. You knew the chances were low, and could see the looks you were getting from those who knew of your disability. Despite this, you wanted to try, at least then you would know for sure.

You waited for the rush to finish, before slowly making your way onto the grounds. Dragons and humans alike stood preening and attempting to gain attention, eager to find the best possible bonded, in hopes of a strong bond. Not feeling the need to rush, you walked calmly amongst the magnificent creatures, slowly wandering deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, something made you pause. With an air of curiosity, you took a few steps back and peered at the impressive dragon before you. It was a massive thing, strong and tough, baring the scars of many a battle, and obviously quite an ancient creature. It was beautiful and you could feel the power rolling off of it in waves, which is why you were confused to see no one walking its way.

It wasn’t until you drew closer, that you realised why. 

Over its eyes where deep ragged scars, long since healed but having well and truly done their harm. As you stepped even closer, you watched as the dragons eyes slid open, baring to you oceans of milky white, confirming your suspicions. They were blind, and had been for quite some time.

Thinking of never being able to see the world as you did, caused your heart to clench and unthinkingly you moved closer. The powerful beast was obviously still highly aware, as it easily followed your progress with its head, slowly lowering it to meet you as you drew close.

For a moment, the two of you simply remained still, taking in each others presence in your own unique ways. Something about this moment was special to you, and you found yourself unwilling to break it, knowing you would carry this moment with you till your final days. With an empathetic pang in your heart, you reached out, smiling as the massive beast pressed its giant nose against your tiny palm. 

And with that, Everything Changed.