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[time-was-over]

if i see one more fucking person say ‘straight aro/ace people aren’t lgbt+’ i’m lighting you on fire

[waltricia]

Tick Tock.

[call-me-copycat]

The leaks!! I'm so sad yet happy Horikoshi is going to get some rest now ( ´･ω ก` )

My heart is tender right now, it hurts a little ૮( ̳ т ̫ т ̳ )ა

(Leaks below)

Ahh it's too much to see them as adults! They all look so nice, I'm proud (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Shinso has long hair now? Not what I expected (I didn't recognize him at first >⁠.⁠<)

I do miss his boyish nature though ( ´ㅁ` ; ) He's too cool!

But you go and see that Aizawa has cut his hair (ahh it reminds me of his student days) ๐·°(৹˃ᗝ˂৹)°·๐

Midoriya Sensei? Ahh it does make sense, he'd be a wonderful teacher ( ˶'ᵕ'˶)و

Bakugo giving his hand to Deku. It comes full circle now, I've always loved that theme of giving one's hand to another in MHA (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)

Full spread.

So many new things starting (ㅎ.ㅎ )

All Might has certainly aged ( ˵> <˵ )

It's so nice seeing that same perspective of someone standing in front of UA! I remember the first season when Deku first got accepted, along with the one where Aizawa as a teen stood in front of UA just like that (◍´͈ ᵕ `͈ ◍)

Ah! It's too nostalgic! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I wonder, is this his dad? He looks a lot like Mr. Compress ‎(´-ᴗ-⸝⸝ก)

It was Compress, I jumped ahead! But, I didn't see Deku's dad anywhere O⁠_⁠o

This along with the One Piece tribute chapter! I can't handle all these emotions!

I grew up with My Hero Academia, it was my childhood (๑•́︿•̀๑)

It really helped me through some hard times, and I've used it as my crutch for so long that it's a an odd feeling to see it go (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

In the end, I'm glad I got to experience it! And I'll forever continue to be reminded of it due to the impact its had on my life (*´∀`*)

So, thank you My Hero Academia.

But most importantly: Thank you Horikoshi! For giving us everything you've got!

In the end, all I can really say is -

Go Beyond! Plus Ultra! (｡•̀ᴗ-)و ̑̑✧

[virtualplushy]

[hazbinshusk]

okay so this one could be a shot in the dark…. but maybe blitz catches some sort of flu that isn’t awful, but it’s bad enough that he should stay home, and reader has to practically pull him away from the door so that he doesn’t go to work -🕰️

🕰️ anon back again with another sweet request. combined with a kiss prompt because they tickled my brain together.

prompt #40: an impulsive kiss.

“For fuck’s sake, Blitz, go back to bed.” you groan, getting up from where you were sitting cross-legged on the floor. The imp has clambered up off the couch, stumbling and swearing as the blankets you’d heaped on him tangled around his legs. He lands face down on the floor, cursing into the carpet. “Fucking… damn it, Blitz!”

You grab his arm and haul him to his feet, far gentler than your tone would have suggested. He shoves you off, only to fall into a fit of overly-dramatic sneezes. Rolling your eyes, you lead him back to the couch and force him back down onto it.

Loona had texted you early that morning to ask you to keep an eye on the imp – he was out with some kind of flu, and with work piling up at the office, she was needed to use the grimoire. You, on the other hand… Moxxie and Millie could handle it without you.

“’m fuckin’ find,” Blitzø gripes, shaking off your arm.

“Uh-huh,” you reply dryly, handing him the cold medicine you’d brought with you. “Clearly, if you’re pronouncing it ‘find’.”

He glares at you, refusing to accept the bottle. You roll your eyes again, setting the medication aside. “The fuck are you here for?”

“Because Loona asked me to be,” you say simply, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. “Now, will you get some rest? Please?”

Blitzø stares blankly at you for a few moments before he blinks and shakes his head. “I gotta go to work.”

Before you can react, he’s clambering over the back of the couch, and you sigh as his foot catches on his tail and he falls back onto the floor with a thump. How the same man you’ve seen effortlessly slaughter how many humans now could be so damn clumsy in his own home, you have no goddamn idea.

“You can’t go to work,” you argue, rounding the couch as he’s pulling his coat on over the t-shirt and boxers he slept in. “Blitz, you’re head is so stuffed full of crap right now that it just took you like, two full minutes to process the question I asked you. You can not be going on a job today.”

“Oh, puh-lease,” he says, his attempt at swagger ruined when he wipes his nose on his sleeve. He's still barefoot, and makes no move to find his boots before reaching for the door. “I can do this murder shit blindfolded and with my dick crammed down someone’s throat, I don’t need—”

He breaks into a coughing fit.

“Okay, your weird sexual fantasies aside—”

“Lemme go!” he tries to shake off your arm as you grab it, pulling him away from the door. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, bitch, I’m not si—”

You sigh, grab him by the shoulder and a horn and shove him back against the door, your lips meeting his before you can talk yourself out of it. Blitzø’s hands are still raised in shock for a few moments before you feel them lower and he’s pressing himself against you and into the kiss.

Your face is burning when you pull away, but your heart flutters slightly despite yourself when you notice him lean forward slightly, eyes still closed, as though to chase your lips. He blinks a few times dizzily, confusion breaking through the foggy look in his eyes.

Then, he coughs once and grins, all fang and snide self-confidence. “Fuckin’ knew you wanted me.”

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his tail against the side of your thigh, pointing at the couch. “Yeah, yeah. You want that to happen again, you go and fucking nap, mister.”

“Ooh, never took you for a mommy domme, tits.” he says teasingly, and you curse under your breath. He snickers, coughing again as he passes you obediently. At least the kiss had been a shock enough to him to temporarily distract him from work.

“Oh, for the love of fuck, Blitz, I’m not.”

“Ohhhhh, so you wanna be the good girl for me then, huh?” he drops onto the couch, and you follow him around. He sits with his legs spread, and he pats his lap invitingly. “I can handle that.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead bending over to bring yourself eye to eye with him. His gaze drops for a second down to your cleavage before returning to your face, and he leans in slightly for a kiss. You grab hold of one of his horns, stopping him in place. You were betting that he was so out of it that he wouldn’t even remember this conversation later, but still, you have to force yourself not to blush as you speak.

“Sure, you can, baby. But you wanna fuck around, I’m gonna need you to get better first.” you tell him, letting your eyes fall down over him suggestively before returning to his face. “Because before you get that dick of yours wet, I’m gonna need to find out what that tongue can do. And if you cough while you’re going down on me, I will kill you myself. Okay?”

Blitzø stares at you wide-eyed for a moment; long enough for you to wonder if any of what you just said actually made it through his flu-addled brain. Then he laughs, falling back against the couch. “Fuck, you’ve got a slutty mouth on you.”

“You have no idea,” you shoot back, tossing the medication into his lap. “Now, take a nap, damn it.”

“And then I get to fuck you?” he asks, then shrugs. He sneezes, his voice comes out gummy and thick with the flu. “Hell yeah.”

He unscrews the cough medicine and throws his head back, and you scramble to wrestle the bottle away from him before he can put himself into some kind of cough-syrup-induced coma.

“No! Fuck—Blitz, it doesn’t fucking work that—fuck!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[spade-riddles]

[beastdaughters]

[sunniewr]

ᥴ᥆᪾ׁꨤ꯭𝖾nׄ𝖽᥆᪾ׁ⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀𝄄𝄄𝄄⠀⠀㌻⠀⠀⠀͜⠀ׂ͜⠀⠀𝗒⍺꯭k꯭ׄ𝒾𝘴᥆᪾ׁ𝖻͜⍺⠀⠀:

⠀𝗰᥆᪾ׁ𝗺⠀⠀..⠀⠀𓋜⠀⠀▭⠀⠀♡⠀⠀𝐕᥆᪾ׁ𝗰𝖾⠀⠀✷⃞'✿⠀

[clockbreadcroi]

lord these three took forever to make. timekeeper cookie murals! based on the moonlight cookie ones that i saw :) the one on the left is a fanmade costume designed by me!

[alex-frostwalker]

A small portal opens up and a Wally AU walks through happily “Hello! I am Discarded!”

"Oh? Another Wally AU?"

Wally, walks back to the other Wally who walked out of the portal.

"Hello, Discarded. I'm Timekeeper Wally. You can call me TK if you like.. Ha ha ha."

He bowed as he greet them.

[orionspritesstuff]

lowbloods of my fansession

[time-was-over]

i don’t think the cookies in cookie run have drugs that humans use. like if you asked a cookie ‘hey do you have cocaine’ they’d be like ‘? do you mean cocaine cookie? she’s right over there’ and then if you described cocaine to them they’d be like. ‘oh you mean hype sugar powder? no i can’t afford it sorry’

[ashenmind]

I believe there could be an ashenmaid

alas she likes cleaning the least

fate is cruel

[vg-k]

[virtualplushy]

:/

[hazbinshusk]

43 blitz pretty please

prompt #43: a bloody kiss. (warning for gratuitous violence that's still in the realm of the series content). also requested by the wonderful 🕰️ anon.

“Explain to me again why I’m takin’ a backseat to the bloody stuff while you get to have all the fun.” Blitzø says dryly, an eyebrow arched and his arms folded across his chest as he leans against a nearby tree.

“You want to kill someone, go ahead,” you tell him without taking your eyes away from the contraption you’re setting up. You’re sitting on a high branch above him, tail wrapped around the trunk of the tree for stability as you program the device for the desired height and speed. “Just don’t wander off.”

“Hey, who’s the boss here?”

You smile, still tapping away at the controls. “I thought you wanted to see how this works.”

“Sure, I do,” he shrugs. “But only because you using that brain of yours for murder makes me hard as a fuckin’ rock.”

“Such a gentleman,” you say with dry amusement, finalizing the settings before wrapping your tail around the branch you were sitting on and using it to swing yourself into a somersault and onto the ground. You landed on your feet in front of him. “Trust me, when you see this thing in action, you’re gonna be all like ‘Christ on a stick, that was so hot, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, holy shit.”

He raises a brow, trying to keep his delight at your terrible vocal impression off of his face. “Uh-huh.”

You wink, kissing his cheek before shoving him out into the open. “Trust me. And don’t linger once they spot you.”

“Spot me? The fuck?!” he shouts, offended. “Since when am I the bait? Do I fuckin’ look like Mox to—”

He cuts off as gunfire cracks the night air, ducking automatically before it sounds again.

“Oh, shii-IT!”

Blitzø dives for the bushes behind him, and you hear him scrabble towards you just as the mob of gun-wielding assholes you’d been sent to take out burst into the clearing. Blitzø is breathless as he crawls up beside you and looks supremely unimpressed.

“Y’know, next time you wanna—”

“Shh!” you hush him, smacking a hand over his open mouth. Your tail switches in anticipation behind you as you watch the yokels edge closer into range. Blitzø sighs against your palm impatiently. “Okay… three… two… one…”

You slam your other hand down onto the button in the centre of your controller, and the metal ball you’d suspended above them opens, expanding into a wire net that drops like a solid grate, shredding each and every one of the men beneath it like they were made of butter. Blood explodes out of them, drenching the two of you in hot, red wetness.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” you cheer, jumping up from where you crouched. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Blitzø stands, blinking blood out of his eyes and he stares at the massacre incredulously.

“Christ on a fucking stick, that was fucking hot.” he laughs. “Holy shit!”

“Close enough,” you grin, smile widening as Blitzø grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a torrid, hungry kiss.

He tastes of blood and you don’t care, still burning with adrenaline as his tongue tangles with yours messily, his hands clutching at your ass. You jump up against him to wrap your legs around his waist and Blitzø pushes you back against the nearest tree roughly, thrusting his hips up into yours. His tail wraps around yours tightly, pressing the spades of them together.

You laugh into his mouth as Blitzø moans, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. Blitzø’s mouth moves to your neck, heedless of the blood coating your skin as he licks and sucks at your flesh.

“Fucking knew you’d be turned on by this, you horny little freak,” you tease and Blitzø rewards the comment by sinking his teeth into your neck. “Shouldn’t we be meeting back up with M&M right about now?”

He scoffs against your skin, squeezing your ass. “Who?”

You roll your eyes, taking his face in your hands. The blood is warm and sticky under your palms, and he grins wolfishly up at you, grinding up against you tauntingly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation for a second before you sigh. “Fine. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, shit yeah!” he sneers, and you laugh again, the sound turning to a moan as he smashes his lips back to yours.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø