#explosionsking

[dynamiet]

‘      things   are   different .      ’       he   does   not   cling   to   remain   that   child   that   life   was   looking   at   him .   it   was   time   to   take   flight .   leave   the   nest ,   navigate   against   the   current ,   travel   paths .   undertake   adventures ,   shoot   down   mills .   face   life   with   courage   and   will .   the   reflection :   it   is   the   soul   still   without   looking .   and   he   will   insist   until   he   finds   it .   mandible   and   teeth ,   crushing   snack   in   his   mouth   was   a   sound   before   this   silence   that   remained   before   continuing   the   idea .       ‘      yeah ,   a   shit   but   if   it   is   for   yourself  . . .   worth   it .      ’

@explosionsking    /    ♡ .

[incremate]

atributing   to   villainy   conditions   that   result   simply   from   stupidity ?   bad   thing   is   to   say   them   with   emphasis ,   or   they   are   simply   already   empty   (  in   the   end   you   were   just   an   idiot  )   or   their   concept   is   about   courage   &   dreams   in   the   palm   of   their   hands   united   by   the    eternal   fantasy    thread .   it   is   stagnant   &   rotten .   children   of   today :   they   are   blinded   by   the   heroic ,   hypnotized !    ❛    these   goals   are   monotonous   &   simple .    ❜    //    @explosionsking   ♡ ’ d  .

[hairhorns-blog]

      “  Y’GOTTA BE CAREFUL, DUDE.  ” 

      Cautiously, like he’s reaching towards an actual burning flame — he clamps both of the guy’s cheeks in his hands, giving him a remarkably somber look in spite of the content of his words.

      “  Or your face... is gonna stay like that. Maybe it’s already stuck like that? Ha! ”

      He’s wading in some pretty dangerous waters, here, setting his palms flat to squish, roll, squeeze. Kirishima even attempts to make him smile, his thumbs forcibly pulling each side of his lips to the heavens. Sadly? It does not work. It looks scarier.  ( @explosionsking ! )

[nightcye-archived-blog]

there's a knock on the office door, a small cardboard box left sitting in front of it. inside is a dark green coffee cup with "#3 dad" painted on it in bright yellow and some hot chocolate packets inside. beside it is a snowglobe with a house and 3 figurines on the inside- which look almost identical to a mini all might, nighteye, and bakugo. in front of it is a small card that says 'here- i hope you like it sir- i made it myself :)' with some skull stickers covering the free spaces.

▽  seasonal. |  &  |                 christmas day—-!

@explosionsking—-!

        to him, this holiday has always been more for children ; gifts are nice, but he doesn’t expect them. for the longest time, it had only been him & his work—- very little time was spared with anything outside acquaintances ; because of that it was normally the traditional card or exchange of fruit, sweets & whatever else was in season. but he had enjoyed shopping for his interns, past lovers, friends & office associates this year. oddly enough, it was as though it brought him some sense of closure: or at least a small tidbit of relief in knowing that they’ll be guaranteed smiles on at least one day. the smiling emoji text he’d gotten a bit into the afternoon had signaled to him that his choice was good, despite not knowing much about current cellphone releases.         picking up the mug, he removed some of the hot chocolate packs ( storing them to the side so he could make some a bit later on ) #3 dad—- he supposed that’d good enough under the consolation he’d never expected to ‘ be a dad. ’ a slight smile appeared on his lips. moving to touch the small snowglobe. there’s many custom places where you can get bears, figurines & seasonal gifts done to look like a family. but the picture bestowed upon him in this causes his heart to throb—- so he considered the symbol of peace & his mentor to be a part of his life, so what—-? sometimes spending so much time with your respective guardians does give a slight presumption that they’re akin to family. still, his thumb presses upon the thin glass as the fake snowfall within starts to descend upon the ‘ picture perfect ’ scene. he’d wished, somewhere—- in the depth of his heart that it were a bit more like this ( that his relationships weren’t so abhorrently complicated ) a sigh exits his partitioned lips.         setting it upon his desk next to some of the other ‘ gifts ’ he’d received. it had definitely grown at least three sizes this year ; a picture from eri, some chocolates & a mug from his colleagues. a brooch from his ex-partner. now a final piece to the puzzle, placed in a way that someone might’ve kept a picture of their family on their desk ( considering he has no family, it was good to fill an empty spot ) so cute. even the card has a smile—-.

[smashkick-archive]

izuku felt the temperature drop a degree not at the announcement of class assignments, but the groups for the assignment. the duo groups. that aizawa had picked himself. which was funny, because bakugo sat in front of him, and izuku only managed to sit behind him due to years of exposure to the extreme heat the other boy constantly gave off in his temperament. izuku breathed in before he willed himself to move, leaning forward and to the side a bit as he spoke up. ❝ u - um ... guess we’ll be working together then, kacchan ... ❞ he began, and though he tried to sound confident, his nerves - as always - ended up seeping through into his voice and saturating it more than any other emotion.   ❝ le ... let’s do our b-best! ❞

&┊CLOSED STARTER  〉 explosionsking​.

[chevcelant-a]

------  ;&&.   (  @explosionsking  ) one  liner  starter  call   ---  !  (  already  13/13  !  )

          ‘  i  cannot  understand  this  rivalry  between  you  and  monsieur  midoriya  ...  ✨                       ------  both  of  you  were  always  like  that  ?                        would  you  care  to  explain  why  ,  monsieur  bakugou  ?   ’

[wavecurious-blog]

      @explosionsking

     “are you always so loud and mean because you don’t want other people to know that you have actual emotions?” often times, she’s been told that she’s too forward with people. once or twice she’d been told off for asking people questions, and told she should develop a filter. nejire has taken none of that to heart. “just curious.”

[aobace]

      He sees so much of HIMSELF in this young hero, which was exactly why he wanted to smack some sense into him. Sure, it might have been his explosive quirk that gave him that kind of attitude, but it was truly no excuse. “What is U.A teaching you.. I thought it made well-behaved, LAW-ABIDING heroes.” Clawed hands folded, a sigh escaping his lips. “And now I’ve gotta deal with you.. Baggo..?” Maybe writing the name on his hand wasn’t the best idea considering his quirk has now partially erased the ink, replacing skin with scales. / starter call @explosionsking 

[purifye-a]

@explosionsking.

                   he  SCOFFS  and  watches  as  she  TOUCHES  them.  it’s  true  though  ━━━  he’s  GOTTEN  more and  more  injuries  ever  SINCE  their  provisional  exam  training  had  STARTED.  surprisingly  though  he  doesn’t  FLINCH  away,  but  stays  quite  STILL  instead.  ❛  it’s  not  all  the  time.  ❜  his  GLARE  is  harsh  and  unforgiving  but  his  TONE  is  quiet.  ❛  why’re  you  so  DAMN  worried  huh  ?  ❜  there’s  a  pause  as  he POKES  at  one  of  the  BANDAGES.  ❛  i’ll  be  fine  once  THIS  is  all  over.  tch  …  isn’t  NOW  the  best  time  to  ‵  dote  ′  on  ME  anyway  ?  don’t  people  use  being  FUCKING  sick  or  hurt  as  an  excuse  ?  ❜  his EXPRESSION  is  one  of  sarcasm  as  he  SLOUCHES  back  in  his  seat.  ❛  hey,  come  TAKE  care  of  me  kagome.  ❜

how  uncute,  she  finds  herself  thinking.  he  was  always  ready  to  bite  ------  yet,  by  now,  she  knew  better.  (  trial  and  error,  she’d  like  to  call  it.  )  ❛  who  wouldn’t  be  worried  about  their  cute  underclassmen  ?  ❜  a  small,  teasing  voice  as  she  addressed  him,  a  smile  eventually  making  its  way  to  previously  worried  features.  it’s  a  surprise  that  she  hasn’t  retaliated  towards  his  attitude,  just  yet.  ❛  yes,  yes  -------  i  would  have,  even  if  you  didn’t  ask.  hm  ...  should  i  treat  you  to  a  snack,  then  ?  ❜

[a-supcrmight-blog]

accents

Wanna hear Lyn talk? || @explosionsking

7/10

[zerogravitied-blog]

shcuxo

-clears her throat- COME HERE AND LET ME HUG YOU! I'm Essy and it's nice to meet you :3c

SO CUTE HEH it’s nice meeting you too ! :c hugs. i hope we’ll get to plot or write together soon! <3

herocut

heya!!! i’m new too! welcome!!! if you ever wanna plot or write stuff, hit me uuuup!!!!!

sure!!! i’d love to plot and anything ^^ i’ll hit you up or send you a meme when you reblog one :D also i’m glad i’m not the only new one ;;

explosionsking

hey that's Me

hey there, Cutie ;)

[soleaten-blog]

“Don’t you have any friends?”

prompt. || accepting

          ❛ . . .not really. ❜

it’s not quite true, but he can count his number of friends on two fingers and without them around, he might as well consider himself among the friendless. he’s simply no good at socializing- he’s not outgoing like hado or charismatic like mirio and frankly, he doesn’t mind it much. he much prefers his own company over that of a stranger’s, and this guys attitude is only reaffirming such a stance.

          ❛ but you’re eating alone too, so i guess we’re in the same boat, huh? ❜

@explosionsking

[crimsonrioter]

@explosionsking liked for a starter !

” if you don’t fix your attitude on shi-- ”   school. he’s a teacher now.   “ crap. you’re gonna have one hell of a time dealing with reporters and your rep once you go pro, kid. “

[scorchbled]

@explosionsking.

his lips lay open,   bakugou’s name cut from his tongue,   his words cut out his throat,   staining the space between them like blood.   (   he’s trying neither to be monster nor martyr;   it leaves him being a prominent nothing,   which his peers mistake for calmness.   )   if only he could hide his eyes behind his fingers to peek through the cracks in them,   if only he could smother his ears with his blanket! he has a childlike heart:   don’t see,   don’t hear,   don’t know   --   it’s the only luxury he allowed himself,   but no longer,   no longer. he has to keep his eyes peeled to see bakugou’s red cheeks,   wondering if cherries should look so violent in the sunset. perhaps he’d look calmer bathed in moonlight,   falling between the trees,   painting the teenager angst in white crosses,   dotted noble of stars? his ears pelted of pants,   turbulent curses,   trying to speak over them.   “   calm down. calm down,   bak - bakugou.   “   his face doesn’t change. he knows nothing of condolences,   of empathy,   until now.   (   there hadn’t been any room left inside him. rage stole all of it.   )   still,   that doesn’t make this his forte. rather,   awkward at best.

“   please stop yelling.   “

[nightcye-archived-blog]

@explosionsking  ​|  &  | ​ s.c.

        the drainage tube & oxygen mask are required---- but it blocks out his peripheral vision, which is already quite poor. vaguely, he can heard a door open in the far left-hand corner---- his eyelids lift upwards at every little sound ( the shuddering of the sliding door, the clatter of metal on trays---- such a humorless place ) a blink as his eyes attempt to focus on his current guest. ❝ ah, you’re best jeanist’s----? ❞ he’d heard a bit about him. but why’s he chosen to visit----?

        ❝ your friend’s been placed in the observation wing----. ❞ but he's not in critical, so that's something----?

[erasershouta]

🌼

Even Bakugou was in on this? Okay ... maybe these kids were up to no good.