#dryeyed

[eraserisms]

The Aizawa council ( @dryeyed + me ) has spoken and its been confirmed that they both have a cat named Jelly.

Thank you for your time.

[vsagis]

@dryeyed !!

Firsts are always stressful, Izuku knows as much, but it doesn't take away from the mental strain. Hand pressed flat against the door, he takes in a deep breath and offers himself a few words of encouragement as he keeps the air in his lungs, and then exhales.

As it soon turns out, despite the early hour, the staff room isn't empty. Not that it should be this surprising... "Mr. Aizawa?" But it is, given the impression the older teacher made on Izuku on his first day in UA.

"I didn't think anyone would be here at this hour," the young man offers, one hand on the back of his neck, feeling as if he's somehow intruded. Another thing to get used to to add to the list. "The classes don't start for... two more hours, right?"

[gravesung-moving]

ship (for orion <3 <3)👁️

ship with raine hours !! ( shouta + orion )

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.ACCEPTING.don't be shy, we out here!! ACCEPTING.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon | crying about them actually

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (literally feel free to send me things ANY TIME im always here for it)

anything else i want you to know: GGGHHHHHHHHHHHH FOAMING AND FROTHING AT THE MOUTHHHHHHHHH. ugh. ugh ugh ugh the way orion has carried the fucking torch for YEARS and completely forgot about it until he saw shouta again and it all came rushing back like a fucking tidal wave. the like — ok disclaimer i'm speaking fully from orion's pov here because i obvi can't speak for shou and ri can't read him for SHIT, but. ri's a serial dater, we know this. he's confident enough in himself that he doesn't have a ton of trouble hitting on people, but with shouta he. can't??? because all of that is fake???? and the real guy underneath it all is so much less confident. they're both stumbling and awkward and it's sooooooo fuckin SWEET hghg i just like them a lot ok

[rratedhero]

@dryeyed liked for something small

"I'm sorry.. I promise I won't do something that.. dumb again. "

[gravesung-moving]

AND ORION'S EYE GLOWS WITH IT, that singular, needlepoint focus as he watches shouta react to the praise. it's a unique reaction — a rarity, given how much orion has seen simply by casting lingering sidelong looks, though perhaps not so rare now that both of them have become different people. in the evolution of one person into another, a slate slowly written on ( and scratched out, and overwritten, and sometimes shattered — ), so too does the face evolve. some people lose their spark, some mask their pain. many pick up the expressions, laughs, speech patterns of those they are close to. shouta's face speaks an entirely different language now than it did during school, and yet, it is exactly the same.

it's the blush that has orion's mouth quirking up into a devilish little smile. this is the language of his face: a smile that is uniquely his, absolutely unheard of on seph's face given her depressing lack of whimsy and proclivity for scowling. yet, despite the inherent confidence of such a cheshire grin, orion's eye — and his tremor, though slighter now — betrays the nerves still wracking his body below the surface.

but as shou whispers his shame, the smile falls, softens. ❝ don't. you didn't know. ❞ and thank god for that, he thinks. if only shou knew how much he didn't know. his grief is already complicated enough.

in his line of work, it's safer to ask when the other shoe is going to drop rather than if. every risk you take feels like a suicide mission; the bad news is never softened by good. it's why the hesitation remains even as shouta speaks. i see you, ri. i feel you.

but?

... but?

and the lack of it, the surefooted silence solidifying the phrase in its own identity, only has orion's heartbeat hammering louder in his ears. god, when did he get so pathetic? he has always been the antagonist when it came to his brief, torrential relationships. he kicked up the wind, made the calls, initiated the intimacy — and he was the first to exit when the look in their eyes began to soften. this? this way of melting into putty at another's hands? since fucking when?

since now, apparently, because when shouta asks can i kiss you, orion does not surge forward and take his lips first. it would be silly to wear armor with shou. he already holds orion's heart in his hands.

instead, he leans his angled face into shouta's palm, allows — with a shaky exhale — the thumb to swipe as gently as a paintbrush over the skin beneath his missing eye. his other, the white ring of his iris eclipse-thin, searches shouta's face for any hint of trepidation. any discomfort, or disappointment, or impending backhand. all he sees is a world-shattering softness.

so he nods, mutely, and shifts forward just enough to feel the whisper of shou's breath on his face. orion will allow him this delicate thing. he will trust, even if it risks heartbreak, that the hands holding it will be gentle.

it's not my fault you have a fascinating face. shouta almost blanches at that, a still to his movements and falter in his expression as a moment passes where he feels physically winded. like the breath was stolen right from his throat and chest. a heartbeat of contemplation brings the question, has his face ever been thought of as 'fascinating' in any capacity before? he'd always thought of himself as plain, run-down, and wild - a ragged look about him that akkie and hizashi both have made a few comments on here and there. they've always been one to fall on ignorant ears, a roll of his eyes or a scoff. but when a compliment of that type came from orion, it was ... this felt different. and hero decides it's a good kind of different, no matter how alien it was to him.

though he's brought out of his mind when it feels like a sudden change, his hand being guided orion's to chest. there's a question present in dark eyes and a twitch of an eyebrow, locking stare with companion just as it settles in. he feels that thump under his palm begin to register, a somewhat distant sensation that an even more faraway part of his mind wonders what would feel like with less barriers in between.

shouta's sure there's atleast two extra shades of color added to his face with the warmth he feels in his cheeks. there's something so intimate, so dear, and so special about this moment and this gesture that he almost doesn't know what to make of it. there's something deliberately being unspoken here that he's quick to receive and even quicker in efforts to try to quell that flame of hope inside of his own chest. that same bird that beat its wings underneath his fingertips threatened to thaw the decades-long freeze over his own aching machine for a heart, and that was a dangerous ground to tread.

he runs tongue alongside teeth absentmindedly, and when shouta speaks it's hushed enough to be erring on the side of a whisper. " i'm sorry i wasn't there. "

he remembers a promise he made to seph and something solidifies in his mind right in that moment.

there were so many reasons this shouldn't happen. so many reasons for hero to pack it all up and to leave, but he doesn't care about a single one of them. he was a fucking hero, and he'd failed to save the people that mattered the most to him all those years ago. it didn't matter what orion could've been 'classified' as now, shouta knew well enough that the still-unknown past was dark and unforgiving and impossibly heavy. that past that weighed on artist's shoulders, that past that had stolen so much from him both physical and mental. eraserhead failed before, he would not fail again.

" i see you, ri, i feel you. " searches endlessly in the dark and light of his eye.

and really, shouta thinks, maybe this could be it - this could be the revelation, the world view he needed. the art, the paint stroke, to match the music that he made. even if they once made music together as a group all those years ago, there is beauty and unison in their own specialties when it came to just the both of them.

a silence, like he also adored, a language they had built up. there was an unidentifiable emotion in his chest to see they could still communicate wordlessly, an exhilaration to see how far it could go. something in him slips. free hand rises and he cups the side of orion's face, just barely moves his thumb to caress skin under the eye patch.

" ... can i kiss you? "

[thediaperedlife]

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[joyffree]

Her flames consume. His shadows devour.

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[vuleja]

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[eraserisms]

Find you a man who will cut off his own leg for you without even blinking.

[memyselfandbailey]

its been so hot, my friends decided to give me a shower outside. it was the best shower yet, so refreshing! i was cool enough to run round the entire garden 200 times!! and they didnt get that horrible dryey machine out.

[gravesung-moving]

▲ lounging in the living room go ( to orion <3 )

send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap! ACCEPTING.

SHOUTA HAS NEVER BEEN EASY TO READ. couple that with orion being chemically terrible at reading people and you have a crush that never quite progresses beyond agonizing pining. in this case, it's a crush that has lasted for years, so many years that it's worn a groove in him. even now, lounging with shouta on the couch, orion's heartbeat flutters just the same as it did when they were in high school. he still loses the ability to speak when shou compliments him, and he still feels himself melt like a burning candle under the attention of those eyes.

something is different tonight. it starts with a conversation, a shared snack bowl, orion doodling in his sketchbook while they watch a show together. orion finds his eye wandering: the stubble, the knife-sharp line of his jaw, the wild hair, the corners of his mouth. all traits that have graced the pages of orion's sketchbooks and easels many, many more times than he'd be comfortable sharing.

it's when orion returns from the kitchen now, fresh off of chugging a glass of water (after, yes, forgetting for most of the day again.) that their called-from-another-room conversation falls into a lull of silence. a long look. in the silence, in the stare, shouta leans forward and takes orion's long and pallid hand in his.

even that small touch is enough to turn off every single thought in his brain. gone. a white screen, 404 error. is — ? is? at first he's not fully sure of the intent: there's a tug at his hand, down and toward. closer, it says, and he obeys wordlessly, every nerve in his body alight as he follows the other's gentle guiding until his long, spidery body is folded in shouta's lap. the hum, the sing of the blood in his veins.

❝ shou — ❞ just barely, the tremor in his hands flares. it's a side effect not of anxiety, but of adrenaline, a decade of yearning with no end in sight being acknowledged — accepted? — for the first time. worse in the left, the one shou's holding. despite it, he presses forward just a bit. those pale and uncalloused fingers, shaking fingers, brush over the stubble he'd been staring at earlier before coming to rest on his jaw. a smile, then. hopeful, a little afraid. there is still a chance he's reading all of this wrong. ❝ ... hi. ❞

[gravesung-moving]

SHOUTA ALWAYS HAD THIS TENDENCY to make orion feel like he was under a microscope. part of it was orion's sensitivity to quirk energy — orion's senses are heightened, integrated with the world around him in a way that allows him to sense the tiniest molecular shifts and changes. shouta's eyes on him felt like the sun through a magnifying glass, even without his quirk activated.

it may have been part of the reason orion carried that torch for so long. he wasn't used to feeling seen, and even a second of shouta's attention was invigorating.

being under those eyes again, if orion closes his, could bring him back to that time. he could pretend for a stolen moment that nothing ever went wrong; that oboro never died, that he and seph never suffered under the tower's hand, that he was complete and young and his worst problem was a secret crush on one of his friends.

but that isn't the reality they're living in. so orion looks him in the eye as he sits down, watches in his limited periphery as the hand lifts, hesitates, stops. shouta looks more ragged than he's ever been. he looks like salt cliffs, beaten by wind and wave for years and years. before he knows what he's doing, orion's gathering him up in his arms. he can already feel a lump in his throat and the burn of tears in his remaining eye. ❝ you too. ❞ the words sound so small coming from him, he wants to kick himself. pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. even so, he pushes forward, speaks aloud what has burned in his chest for far too long, because he needs to. ❝ i'm sorry, ❞ orion whispers into his shoulder, ❝ i'm sorry i wasn't there. ❞

shouta looks at orion and all he recognizes are years of torment, endless, years of doubt and maybe a plethora of other things he couldn't see just yet - the weight of it all, of lifetimes, since they'd walked ua halls together. he feels compelled to do something, but limbs refuse to move and they feel laden with lead so he just grunts and forces a small smile. perhaps it makes itself known as a grimace, decorating his face with an expression the other surely hadn't seen in almost a decade.

what was he plagued with? guilt? sadness? bitter usages in common so that maybe he wasn't so alone in this world?

a bitter note, but shouta knows for a fact that he looks weathered in every way himself. those years had not been kind, that time had destroyed him over and over again and the ashes crumbled more and more to dust every rebirth. what comes back never comes back the same. those winters had been long and harrowing, they'd sucked the life right out of his aching bones. with every night that he'd given himself over to his vices, with every night that knife sunk to the bone in someone's hero, raven had shattered piece and piece of his soul until he had been nothing more than a grain of salt. bitter, and contemptuous, and hateful.

just what hell had this man endured, what misfortune befell him? what were his seasons like? the shock that lights up his face tells shouta he didn't even need to guess ; orion had not been expecting him, and so he'd have to give an earful to their mutual blond friend when all was said and done. an earful, or perhaps a hug.

he can't help the amusement that flickers like starlight in his own eyes at the fumble of orion's cigarette - he knew all too well how much those burns sucked. there was a sort of endearment about him, a fondness that he's shocked in his own way to feel rebirthed and fluttering around in his empty chest. shouta returns the stare, and takes in every single new detail and old of this man. writes notes in his mind as explanations or questions for the visible differences and decides right then and there he would not let go.

in a way, the cologne change was welcome. orion might've looked good and worse in some ways, he and hizashi might now share the same interests in expensive cologne, but - he was here. now-hero reaches out to still the other's hand, but deep crimson stains his skin now of all times in the corner of his vision, and so shouta stills mid-way. doesn't dare move his gaze from his.

" ... it's good to see you. "

but it doesn't possibly feel like enough.

[vsagis]

Something in the air shifts as the other man reacts as he does, and in the end Izuku finds himself, too, smiling.

"I—I don't think I could pull that off," he has to cover his mouth as a memory of one of his first days at UA resurfaces, painfully aware that he's going to laugh if he doesn't. Not the best prospect to explode in the other man's face, even if he isn't Izuku's teacher anymore.

Facing away from the other for the few moments he needs to put away his jacket helps, and Izuku can pick up, calm again: "So," he begins, "First day. How's that look from the teacher's point of view? I mean, I know I'm gonna see, but... Were you as stressed with our entrance exams as we were back then?"

there is a slight delay in processing as his eye unfocuses, refocuses - he needed another round of eyedrops. but the sudden halt in movement and apology indicated he should've been paying attention. the words catch up to him. and at that, a wide smile, all teeth, slowly blooms across shouta's face and meets his eye. he almost laughs, almost, and even with a scoff erring on the side of an amused chuckle he still shakes his head.

" no, i don't think i will. well met, though. " gives a grunt in response to the topic change, cheshire grin dissipating into a smaller sort of smile, something almost twinged with fondness. always thinking two steps ahead, midoriya. always seeking advice to be better. raven does find himself slightly nodding in his approval, and in turn walking around the array of desks to stand closer. to atleast meet him halfway in that regard.

" don't let them get to you. the moment you let those punks get under your skin, they've won and they will know. as for sleep ... " huffed exhale like a laugh that he was too tired to commit to, " i do recommend a sleeping bag. "

[eraserisms]

" you win some, you lose some. you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winter’s day never to be seen again. it happens. "

Sent in by the daring @dryeyed To be honest I don't remember if this came from a meme or just yk, you.

He couldn't say that Zaza was wrong. Shota was just as bad in that regard as far as being deceitful went. Shota supposed that he and/or they also had a habit of leaving without telling others. "How poetic of you, but yeah I guess you could say things are that way for me too. Maybe we should add liar, cheater and swindler onto the venn diagram. Oh, Speaking of poetry, do you like it? Reading it, writing it, any of that?"

[eraserisms]

"Want me to tuck you in, too?"

This question was sent in from the noble @knghtlock from this source.

"Do I look like a toddler?" Shota snapped, shoulders hunched in their usual vulture-esque form as he placed a liner in the basket of the coffee pot. As he shook the bag of Ueshima Coffee grounds into the filter, his expression softened as it dawned on him how grumpy his tone really was.

...Maybe they were right. Maybe he was kind of being a dick, maybe he did need to get some sleep.

He had started making coffee with the intention of having it to help ease some of his exhaustion, but he thought better of it. It was a smarter idea to save the coffee for tomorrow morning when he would really need it. Drinking a cup this late might not be the most rational of decisions. Shota closed the lid of the coffee pot with a soft snap.

"Well, since I'm acting like one, I think that I do want to be tucked in. But, only if my stuffed cat can come with. Are we tucking in each other, or are you going to have a late night rave with the cats? You know Jelly isn't allowed glowsticks anymore. She eats them."

[eraserisms]

" put the FUCKING scissors away! "

@ravenbled is big mad and butthurt about my new do.

Shota was caught holding one of his locks taught with one hand and the other holding a pair or scissors. The 'V' of the blade was pinching his hair but hadn't fully closed.

He had paused in his motion, but only because Zaza had yelled. Being told what not to do, only made Sho want to do it more. The reverse psychology was strong with this one. The teacher's eyes locked with his doppelganger's, eyes boring into him, unblinking. With his gaze unrelenting, slowly, his thumb and index squeezed on the handles before the edges came together with a sharp snip!

"You're not my dad. Don't tell me what to do."