#deathonate

[auditioheros]

this is literally them @deathonate

[chxrgebxltmeltdown]

“KACCHAN MY BELOVED!!!”

@deathonate

[dynmghts]

also: brace yourselves. bakugou², coming to a dashboard near you.

[itsumoegao]

[[ @deathonate

Izuku: I hope we can spend some time together outside of class. 💚

Katsuki: Meet me on the roof after school. 💥

Izuku: No. Not like that.

[mutherlessarch]

" i will make you the subject of greatest work of fiction. the most beautiful nightmare. " / @deathonate gets a frankelda

[penandswords]

@deathonate

Rima makes an attempt to playfully Push bakugou into the foam pit.

[nuravity]

🍒 deathonate

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

Liza! It's been only a few weeks and I'm already in love with you and your blasty boy! Your writing is such a joy to read and I am in love with all our threads too and that we can explore different verses (especially Middle School verse cause I barely wrote anything in that one). I am also a sucker for the bakugo x uraraka ship and I am always happy to see you on my dash and that we can discuss more plots. You're really nice too and you stoked my fire to write with Ochako and made my tumblr experience lively again. I wasn't sure if you'd follow back after I saw there was a bit of silence but I don't regret waiting for you to follow back one bit. It's been awesome so far and I really love that you throw random shit into my askbox. I am a sucker for asks lol I hope we can get to write those 100 threads lol I love you and your boy so much!

@deathonate

[shrymped]

we have always been meant to burn together. !!

hinata presses fingers to the sides of kageyama's face. it's a far reach. it always has been. but the distance between them, the gap has almost been bridged. the monk threads fingers into dark hair. barovia is a cruel place. this stolen moment by firelight is something they have had rarely since arriving in this dread hell.

perhaps, that's the hardest part. the lack of answer on your tongue. only the tactile sensation o the fingers continuing to smooth some of his hair. the truth is you have been a set matched in equal passion for victory.

" after every duel. every mission. i stood at your side. i would think that as the king stands tall so do i. but that thought faded away into, what if kageyama is safe. will i ever see the sun again. will we get to leave this misty nightmare. " the hand moves again pulling away from kageyama's face for a moment as if apologetic. like those precious stolen moments of holding him were a treasure he dare not take again.

how dare he take precious time to admire tobio's features under the firelight. in the barovian mists, that evening. " and i thought, maybe if i faced the end with you. it'd be an end worth facing. when we face strahd tomorrow, i want to remember this moment before anything happens. i want to remember that i told you this here. "

" i think i was always meant to burn with you. be it here. or in any life. "

[keshimasu]

He must be even with Tsukauchi now. Shouta had called in his favor before he'd reported the incident-only after running from the scene like a greenhorn forgetting all protocol in the heat of the moment. A rookie mistake he can be grilled over later. Four in the morning is no time for an investigation but he'd still had to hold still as part of documentation. The blood on his hands. Ripped capture cloth. Red knife that he was forced to leave behind. His signature on paperwork promising to return to report for further questioning is shaky. Detective holds suspended hero license pending review but at least they aren't holding him in a cell for now. That could still change.

It's not even his first murder on record-humans are still so fragile despite development of quirks they died so easily even if he hadn't meant for it to happen (he did this time he did it had to be done.) Underground more often than not blurs the line of legality in the name of heroic justice, for the greater good. Some people are just too dangerous to remain on the street and clearly their justice system is flawed if such villains got let out on good behavior just to repeat offend. They might not have seen each other in over a decade but even if he hadn't recognized the face the quirk was unmistakable.

Logically, the wisest choice would be to bother emergency room for actual treatment but Shouta refuses to even consider spending hours there. His arms tingle at the very thought. Numbly, he knows that's a bad sign. Severe dehydration or electrolyte imbalance at best but without blood work he can only guess just what was drawn. Osmotic could have screwed up his homeostasis enough to mess with cardiac function-

Or the palpitations are from ongoing panic attack. He knows he's not thinking straight, can't even walk straight. Tsukauchi had offered to drive and he'd rejected on grounds of needing the walk. Head pounds and spins no matter how much fresh air he sucks in. It's probably nothing six bottles of gatorade and a freezing shower can't fix. Deal with body, mind then go to bed. Someone else could handle class if he didn't wake up in time. Given the way horizon lightens, when the hell did it start to get bright how long was he standing over a body, he likely won't. If he even does sleep. Doubtful.

Somehow, likely years of survival depending on not being noticed, Shouta is able to enter the dorm quietly. There are a few students who get up far too early that he could risk running into. Thankfully none of them are on his floor or the elevator. He spends far too long scrubbing hands until they're raw, grateful for the privacy of en suite bathroom that lets him pinken water with his own blood. Chest continues to constrict, cold pressure creeping up back of skull. Lightheadedness forces him to veer back to bedroom before he can properly soak head.

"Fuck." Mini fridge has jelly packs, milk, iced coffee, meal replacement shakes and meds but no sports drinks. Shouta slams the door shut and forcibly pushes off the appliance. His legs have joined rest of him in trembling dangerously. The corridor wall graciously supports near drunken level stagger back to first floor to a more stocked kitchen. He wrenches a banana open with his teeth, shoving half in his mouth while digging through cabinets. Salt water would do in a pinch as long as he could stomach it. Soft fruit feels impossible to swallow as if body has forgotten how. Shouta holds increasingly disgusting mash in his mouth to continue search. There. Lemon is far from his favorite flavor but it would be infinitely more palatable than chugging briny liquid.

The screw cap fights him. Floor blurs, drawing his attention to red flaking off boots he might have been tracking around the dorm. Sound to his left. A student because the only person who could've followed him home is dead. Without looking, though he carefully constructs normal glare under sweat and adrenaline, he thrusts bottle at them in a clear demand.

@deathonate ; plotted starter <3

[auditioheros]

@deathonate replied to your post “real talk tho who has jirou given a stick & poke...”:

baku would want her to give him a lil drum tattoo for the band feels

❝ yeah, yeah, don't worry, matching 'a band' tats are comin'. since when did you get so sentimental? ❞

[stillsees]

@deathonate ... liked.

"i'm sneaking out." he understands that the point of living on campus is for their safety, as well as the curfew and everything else, but that is not stopping him, apparently. "are you coming?"

[badstepsmoving]

"woah woah, slow down!" i run to catch up with the other, quickly moving to match his pace, walking by his side. "my name's skunk, 'm in th' support course. you're in the hero course right? pretty fuckin' cool man. you're uh ... bakugo right? nice t' meet y' buddy!"

@deathonate gets skunk!

[chmerical]

@deathonate sent: ❛  you're the most insufferable person i have ever met.  ❜

𝗠𝗘𝗜  𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥  𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡  𝗢𝗡𝗘  𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘  𝗡𝗢  𝗙𝗢𝗥  𝗔𝗡  𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥--  what  she  wants,  she  takes,  shamelessly  and  with  the  brightest  of  smiles  on  her  face.  when  mei  calls,  you  answer,  a  fact  (  𝘢𝘯  𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯  𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦,  𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯  )  known  throughout  the  halls  of  ua.  and  if  there  is  none,  drastic  measures  must  be  taken,  social  etiquette  be  damned!

that's  how  the  pinkette  finds  herself  filled  with  pride,  capture  baby  in  hand,  smug  grin  in  place,  and  honeyed  hues  taking  in  her  work.  she'd  managed  to  pull  a  fast  one  on  katsuki,  tangling  him  up  in  the  net  she's  used  countless  times  before  on  the  poor  victims  of  her  sudden  bursts  of  inspiration.  it  takes  one  hop  to  get  past  him,  another  hop  to  fully  land  in  his  space.  his  bark  is  easy  enough  to  tune  out,  she's  no  stranger  to  the  harsh  words  her  unconventional  methods  bring  out  of  even  the  kindest  of  folks;  𝗯𝘂𝘁  𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝗯𝗲  𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲,  there's  no  time  to  waste  on  things  spat  out  in  the  heat  of  the  moment.

the  gauntlets  practically  scream  at  her,  sitting  on  his  desk  as  if  they'd  been  waiting  for  her  this  whole  time  (  𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭  𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭  𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦  )  there's  no  trace  of  reticence  as  she  makes  her  way  over  to  them,  eyes  zeroing  in  on  every  little  detail.  it's  uncharacteristic,  the  way  her  hands  lightly  grip  them,  bringing  them  to  her  chest  in  a  gentle  hold  despite  the  weight.  with  her  mission  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲,  she's  making  her  way  back  to  him,  the  thanks  she's  about  to  give  dying  before  she's  able  to  let  anything  out  when  his  voice  cuts  through:

❛   𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦  𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯  𝘪  𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦  𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘮𝘦𝘵.  ❜

her  shoulders  lift  and  drop,  his  bitter  bouncing  right  off  her  in  that  motion,  there's  no  raining  on  her  parade,  not  when  she's  got  a  treasure  in  her  hands  and  a  job  to  do,  ❝   you'll  thank  me  for  it  later,  promises!  anywaaay,  listen pal,  if  ya  behave,  i'll  let  ya  out  and  y'can  walk  with  me  to  the  lab.  if  not,  i'm  gonna  have  ask  ya  to  get  on  my  cart  so  i  can  wheel  ya  with  me!  ❞  if  she  were  anyone  else,  that  cheery  sing  song  of  a  tone  would  come  off  as  a  joke,  but  mei  never  jokes,  𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆  𝗶𝘁  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀  𝗶𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗹𝗮𝗯,  ❝   the  choice  is  yours,  mister  hothead,  but  be  quick.  the  clock  is  ticking  and  if  ya  take  forever,  it's  cart  time!  ❞

ft. mei hatsume & katsuki bakugou | prompt ( accepting! )

[penandswords]

@deathonate / Random Starter

"It's my favorite time of the year! Reindeer season!"

[nuravity]

❝  i cared about you .  what a mistake that was .  ❞

heroes → enemies starters

This could have so many implications. Cared. What did he mean by it? Of course, she noticed how his behavior towards her had progressed. How every time they met and faced each other, she saw cracks appear in his metaphorical mask of villainy. How he was just as human as her. But she couldn't wrap around why it was her in the first place. Was it really just because they were spending time together - forced or not? That their face-offs gave each other a peek into the person behind their personas?

But the way he said them and following sentence made her realize that villains also had their own ideals and that she might've not reached him after all.

Ochako took a step back but her expression remained determined. "It's not a mistake. You don't need to keep doing this because I've seen...that deep down you could be the best hero!" It wasn't a reach. His conviction was unbelievably strong, even if for the wrong reasons at the moment. Her hands clenched to fists. "You showed me parts of yourself that prove...we don't have to stand on opposite ends."

Her expression saddened a little. "I don't want to fight you." But she would if she had to.

[shrymped]

📱 !!!

contact: yamayama ( always answer )

picture:

ringtone: leo by tacica

last text: i'm drinking all the milk in your fridge if you don't answer.