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My new Peach riot figurine came today!! I'm so happy with Poppy in the tree stump she's so cute in the trinkets shelf

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I made some Peach Riot fanart cuz they're cool! and so are these outfits I found on pinterest!

Please check out @libbyframe the creator and her v cool illustration work, she is *chefs kiss*

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Peach Riot Rise Up OC

Edit: This post is getting a lot of likes... I'm very curious about what you think about Peach Riot :D I don't know anything about it, do you? How has this post caught your eye?

I don't know what this Blind box series is about but my inner child swears that its seen them before and is obsessed with them, so when my friend @kisamilovesu saw them in stores I had to ask her to buy me a few as well. This is my inspired drawing "Astrid - Flute Frenzy Fever"

<; Art by @kisamilovesu <> Art By @AstridSpeckles >

Other Collabs:

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Frankietherhythmfiguric (Frankie - the - rhythm - figuric)

A gender related to the peach riot figure Frankie the rhythm from popmart

Frankiedivafiguric (Frankie - diva - figuric)

A gender related to the peach riot figure Frankie diva from popmart

Frankiesickbeatsfiguric (Frankie - sick - beats - figuric)

A gender related to the peach riot figure Frankie sick beats from popmart

Frankiethebossfiguric (Frankie - the - boss)

A gender related to the peach riot figure Frankie the boss from popmart

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[libbyframe]

Peach riot rise up card illustrations~

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I swear these three goobers remind me so much of the Peach Riot Rise Up figurines

ARGHH really love these figures they're sooo cute,, but YEAH i definitely see what you mean

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Rise and Fall

“When did you first know you were falling for me?” Greg broke the comfortable silence during dinner one evening.

“I did not notice I was falling and cannot calculate the exact trajectory.” Mycroft quirked a brow at the unexpected question.

Greg stifled his smile at the very Mycroftian response.

“Truth be told, Gregory, I have never been one for the phrase falling in love.”

“How so?” Greg sat back curious for the response.

“People say they fall in love. But what is the definition of fall? To come or go down quickly from a high place, to let yourself come or go down to a lower position, to become less,  to lose value.” Mycroft put his fork down and sat back. “Falling is uncoordinated; a generally unconscious act. No one wants to fall.”

“That is true.” Greg gave a nod of agreement. “The body instinctively tries to reach out, to brace itself against it. Falling is not something we want to do in any other circumstance.” 

“Exactly. So why is it allowed in love?” Mycroft took a sip of water. “It’s much better to rise in it.”

“To rise?”

“Yes. Rise: to move upward, to become higher, to advance to a higher level, to become stronger,  to be or become better, to make the special effort.” Mycroft gave a slight apologetic wince realizing how he sounded and cleared his throat. “Do you remember there was a riot in Vancouver, Cananda after a sporting event - specifically the photo of the couple kissing on the ground?”

Greg nodded. “I remember, it was everywhere. There was chaos all around them, police in the near distance. Yet they were kissing.”

“Precisely. For all that was going on around them, in that moment it, was just about the two of them. It's him giving her comfort in the midst of madness, and it comforts him as well for her to accept it and return it. That was a moment of rising in love between two people who had no idea the moment was captured until it was shared across the globe.”

“I see…”

“Do you?”

“Falling in love is relatively easy…” Greg grinned at Mycroft’s immediate scoff, “I said relatively.”

“Fine…” Mycroft started to eat again. “Continue…”

“You’re say falling in love is… that easy B-. It required very little effort to pass the test. Now you have time for that Saturday Social with your C, B- and maybe even B+ friends. And if that is all that’s wanted – it’s good. But then the Honor Roll comes out and you’re secretly upset that your name is not on it because you know you could have done better. Rising in love is not being satisfied with that easy B-.”

“Rising in love is not easy. It takes work, compromise, and yes, some sacrifice.”  Mycroft expanded. “You’re willing to put in the work for it. Give up a couple, perhaps quite a few Socials. Some who call themselves friends will mock you. They may taunt you with all that they think you are missing, but you persevere. And when you do finally show up at a Social again, you do so with a hard-earned A, maybe even an A+ and your name on the Honor Roll.”

Greg reached out and grasped Mycroft’s hand, understanding there was more than a bit of the autobiographical in there.

Loving a man like Mycroft Holmes – Mycroft Holmes loving a man like him had not come easy for either.

And they would not have it any other way.

“Yes, rising in love is work, but the payoff is so worth the extra effort. But…” Greg gave Mycroft’s hand a teasing squeeze and winked, “…you didn’t exactly answer the question.”

Mycroft chuckled, returning the squeeze. “I cannot tell you when I began falling, because it’s not the falling - the travel to the destination if you will, that I noticed, but the sudden landing in realization that I arrived. However, once I got over the shock that I in fact had fallen, I can tell you exactly when I chose to rise in it…”

Mycroft surprised Greg with a date and time.

Then Greg surprised Mycroft with the place.

“How…?!”

It was one of the rare times Mycroft outwardly showed genuine surprise and Greg treasured it as he answered. “I made you laugh and somehow a peach slice from your dessert slipped from the fork to your lip and down your chin before you caught it. For the very first time I had the thought of how badly I wanted to kiss the juice of the peach from your lips. That I wanted to kiss – more than just – kiss you…” Greg blushed. “Then just before we were leaving, somebody’s kid was running in the aisle and caused the server to up end his tray. They cleaned it, but not well enough…”

“Dear god, I remember. The floor had a slick spot. I would have entirely fallen on my face if you had not caught me. Still, I nearly brought us both down, you… were so strong… You held fast and we were quickly righted. It made me realize you were strong in many other ways and the way you looked at me just then – I wanted you to look at me that way… always. I knew I wanted you.”

“I grabbed you because I wanted no harm to come to you, not even as something as simple and physically harmless as simple stumble. And the look you saw…?” Greg held Mycroft’s eyes intently to his knowingly looking at him that way, “You tripped… and that was the moment I realized I fell.”

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#MayPrompts2024 - Prompt 4: Fall

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The Moon & her Star: Ch 1

Summary: Long before Zoya, another girl from the wrong side of town fell for one of Julien’s posse. Unfortunately for the girl, she had fallen for Luna La and not noble O.

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series I will be writing. Please let me know your thoughts. I’m currently accepting requests as well. Hope you enjoy.

(Y/n) was no stranger to the excess and glamour of the upper East side’s elite. Though (y/n) didn’t belong to the exclusive club she had always had the displeasure of their company. Thanks to (y/n)’s grandmother, the head maid to the oldest of old money in New York, she had secured a full scholarship to Constance.

Freshman year was rough, (y/n) wanted so desperately to fit in with the beautiful, glamorous, and rich circle of students. (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to be on Broadway. She was going to be a star, at any cost. But freshman year- she got sidetracked trying to network herself into the right circles. The head girl, Julien, got the leading role in Heathers without even auditioning. That year (y/n) learned that money always won over talent.

Sophomore year was better…. with a noteworthy exception.

Everything seemed to be going well for (y/n). She had friends, theater rejects and scholarship kids like herself but friends nonetheless. She was steadily getting better roles, from background extra to understudy. A star on the rise.

(Y/N) had even managed to secure a leading role in the spring musical, and the only thing she had to do was first help Julien prepare for her role as Juliet. Julien didn’t understand anything about Shakespeare, and promised she’d let (y/n) have the next role. Juliet was personal to Julien, but she never revealed why. (Y/N) didn’t press further, all she needed was one role. One leading role and then no one would be able to deny that she was the true star of the theater department.

Tutoring Julien was easy enough. Julien wasn’t mean like her minions, Luna and Monet. (Y/N) and Julien’s friendship, or partnership rather, was a secret matter that (y/n) didn’t care to bring to light.

Whether it was fate or bad luck, Julien’s minion Luna found out about them and read Julien the riot act for daring to converse with such a lowly individual. Julien forced Luna into being their silent accomplice. Luna agreed, apparently knowing how important the Juliet role was. However, Luna insisted she coordinate the meetups so that no one that mattered caught the two of them together.

On a few occasions, Luna even joined the two. (Y/N) hated when Luna would watch, because she never just watched. Luna didn’t ever take criticism well, even if it wasn’t directed at her. Any time (y/n) gave Julien a piece of feedback Luna would swoop in and say the exact opposite. Of course Julien would only listen to Luna’s praise, it was the easier pill to swallow.

Fearing Julien would let her go and abandon the promise made, (Y/N) confronted Luna during the next session.

Luna La was not about to let some backwater trailer trash tell her to butt out. So what began with harsh words turned to pushing and hair pulling.

And it ended with Luna on the floor, (y/n) on top of her.

With (y/n)’s face just inches from her, Luna realized just how beautiful (y/n) was. Luna stared at (y/n)’s lips, suddenly aware of just how soft they looked.

(Y/N) hadn’t planned on falling for someone in high school, especially not at Constance, and especially not for a bitchy spoiled girl like Luna La.

But it happened.

It happened in the theater building’s basement on a normal Tuesday evening.

It happened just moments after calling Luna a jealous bitch.

It happened slowly, as (y/n)’s lips met Luna’s.

The first kiss was tender, tentative…..and tragically over just seconds after it started.

The two girls heard footsteps coming down the stairs and separated so fast they had to catch their breath. Julien entered the room, only to see Luna and (Y/N) on opposite sides in complete silence.

Luna and (Y/N) we’re terrified Julien would know the sinful act that had transpired but in her blissful ignorance Julien merely thought they’d gotten into an argument.

The session went on without a hitch. Julien was surprised that Luna hadn’t given any comments regarding (Y/N)’s feedback.

It was then that (y/n) could finally bring herself to look at Luna for the first time since their kiss.

Their eyes met, both terrified of the feelings they knew were brewing inside them. Luna excused herself, and walked out without another word.

Luna stopped showing up to Julien’s tutoring sessions.

(Y/N) would turn the opposite way anytime her path crossed Luna’s.

It went on that way for weeks.

Until opening night of Romeo and Juliet.

(Y/N) had gone backstage to wish Julien luck. To her public dismay, and to her secret joy, Luna was there.

Julien exited the dressing room for a brief second, leaving the two alone for the first time since their kiss.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to do. So she did what all terrified teens in love do, she tried to run.

But Luna reached out for her hand and stopped her.

The words came out of Luna’s mouth like vomit, uncontrollable. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“Neither have I.”

The two stared into each other’s eyes, silently begging the other to be braver.

The echo of footsteps cut their moment off too soon.

Luna let go and turned to look at herself in the mirror.

The door opened and Julien walked back in with the rest of her gang of heirs.

Surprised to still see (y/n) there, Julien addressed (y/n) simply as an extra.

(Y/N) wished Julien good luck and walked out before she lost what was left of her dignity.

Winter break came and went.

The spring musical neared and the only thing (y/n) could think of was Luna La’s peach lip gloss.

Forbidden stares in class, stolen glances as they passed each other in the halls, it was torture for them both…even if they couldn’t admit it to themselves.

Julien, true to her word, opted out of the spring musical. So auditions were to start on Friday.

(Y/N) should have been over the moon, but instead she found herself wanting to be in Luna’s glow instead.

(Y/N) couldn’t focus, and she knew she’d fail the audition if she couldn’t get her act together.

So the evening before auditions (y/n) forced herself to practice in the theater building basement in a last ditch effort to pull herself together.

“I thought I might find you down here.”

What was once a voice laced with acid had become music to (y/n)’s ears.

Luna stood at the bottom of the staircase, anxiously fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. All I know is I haven’t been the same since…..” Luna stared at (y/n), unable to name their sacrilegious act.

“Since what,” (y/n) pressed.

Luna crossed the distance between them. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

(Y/N) sighed. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you either. I can’t even focus for my audition…. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment and I’m going to screw it all up because…”

(y/n) was unsure if she could bring herself to say it, out loud.

Luna bit her lip. “Because?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to kiss you again.”

A wave of relief, and fear, washed over Luna. She wanted (y/n), and couldn’t lie to herself about it anymore…. but there was no way in hell she’d risk social suicide to date (y/n).

“We can’t.” Luna wrapped her arms around herself.

Cruel reality had finally set in for (y/n).

“Of course, I was stupid to think a coward like you would take a chance.”

Luna’s arms fell to her sides, fists balled. “I’m not a coward. I just can’t risk my future over someone like you.”

(Y/N) straightened her back, indignant. “Someone like me?”

“You know what I mean,” Luna said with a sigh.

(Y/N) stepped closer. “I don’t, so why don’t you enlighten me.”

“Fine, you’re a broke nobody from the wrong side of the cliched tracks.” Luna mirrored (y/n), stepping closer to her.

(Y/n) had stepped in Luna’s personal space, daring Luna to challenge her.

“I’m not a nobody. I’m gonna be a star one day and I won’t have time to waste on petty, airhead heiresses like you.”

Luna grabbed the collar of (y/n)’s shirt. “Who are you calling an airhead?”

The scent on peach lip gloss hit (y/n)’s nose, and it suddenly set in just how close Luna was. Her eyes darted to Luna’s lips…tantalizing and only inches away.

“What are you going to do about it?” (Y/N) dared.

Luna tightened her grasp on (y/n)’s collar and closed the gap between them. “This,” she said just before her lips crashed onto (y/n)’s.

Sophomore year was supposed to be the year everything changed for (y/n)….and with Luna La now in her orbit it certainly would be.

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Dc Comic Character Themes! Songs and Characters below the cut!

Also, Carter is 80s superboy, Conner is the yj cartoon/tshirt suberboy, and Lane is jonathan lane kent superboy, while jon is Jonathan Samuel Kent the current superman.

Bruce -- Life On The Moon - David Cook

Alfred -- This Is Your Life - Switchfoot

Gordon -- Deadman - SAINT PHNX

Bullock -- Is Anyone Out There? - Delta Rae

Kate -- Cookie Cutter - Ivory Lane

Luke -- Courage - Clay Finnesand

Barbara -- Survior -- 2WEI & Edda Hayes

Dick -- Eyes Warm, Eyes Wide - Lilli Furfaro

Jason -- Burning Alive - 8 Graves

Tim -- Haze - Tessa Violet

Cassandra -- Will I Find My Home? - Juniper Vale & Vian Izak

Stephanie -- Masterpiece - Summer Luk

Damian -- Bones - Emily Finchum

Duke -- Infinite (Unsung Hereos) - Built By Titans

Clark -- Blink - Revive

Lois -- Feet Don't Fail Me Now - Neoni

Jimmy -- Parrot - Stepdad

Jon -- Glorious - Stephanie Mabey

Connor -- Black Sky - Arrows To Athens

Carter -- Bishounen - Hikaru Station

Lane -- Little Poor Me - Layto

Lex -- Legendary - Welshly Arms

Hal -- Way Beyond - 32 Leaves

John -- Iscariot - The Vassar Devils

Guy -- Monster - Seafret

Kyle -- Them Dirty Bones - Mike Waters

Sinestro -- Beast - 8 Graves

Ollie -- Glory Bound - Matt Hires

Dinah -- Whatever it takes - Madilyn Paige & Kyle Wesley

Artemis -- Unstoppable - Sia

Roy -- Bury A Friend - NateWantsToBattle

Jim -- Never Going Back - The Score

Will -- Shot In The Dark - Within Temptation

Barry -- SAD (Clap Your Hands) - Young Rising Sons

Wally -- Starting Line - Luke Hemmings

Bart -- Ain't No Crying - Derivakat

Thaddeus -- Top Of The World - Greek Fire

Harrison -- Chosen One - Valley Of Wolves

Caitlin -- Human - Gabrielle Aplin

Cisco -- Just - Startisan

J'on J'onzz -- Ship In A Bottle - fin

Diana -- Stand My Ground - Within Temptation

Arthur -- High (Keep Up) - Bo Baskoro

Micheal -- Destiny - NEFFEX

Ted -- Rose Bouquet - Hamster & Wit Blue

Zatanna -- Power - Little Mix

Billy/Shazam -- Unfortunate Soul - Kailee Morgue

Constantine -- Contagious - Night Riots

Cyborg -- IDK - The DLX

Starfire -- Wildflowers - Maddie Poppe

Raven -- Vulture Vulture - Of Monsters And Men

Beastboy -- Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco

Kaldur -- Silence - Marshmellow & Khalid

Joker -- Not Human - Elegant Slims

Penguin -- Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco

Riddler -- Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

Harley -- The Broken - Stars In Stereo

Ivy -- Bit By Bit - Mother Mother

Crane -- The Fear - The Score

Croc -- Popular Monster - Falling In Reverse

Selina -- Solitude - Sorry Peach

Len/ Captain Cold -- Glory - The Score

Glider/Lisa Snart -- Woman - Kesha

Mick/ Heatwave -- Riot - Hollywood Undead

Digger/ Captain Boomerag -- Higher - The Score

Top -- The Mystic - Adam Jensen

Weather Wizard -- How It Ends - Great Elk

Pied Piper -- Primadona - Marina And The Diamonds

Eobard -- The Wolf - SIAMES

Ra's -- Counting Bodies Like Sheep - The Perfect Circle

Tahlia -- Castle - Corvyx

Slade -- Stand Up - Trapt

Jade -- Becoming The Beast - Karliene

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Demon Au

Part 1 Part 2!! 

One day, at the shrine, Bakugou asks Kirishima another question he’s been curious about for a long time. 

“Why do you act like a regular dog?” Kirishima answers truthfully, telling Bakugou he’s never met a regular dog before, he grew up in the mountains far from human civilization. Bakugou doesn’t believe him, so Kirishima reverses the question back at him, which Bakugou answers that he has yet met an actual fox before. 

Kirishima thinks it’s hilarious that they never met the animal of the shape they take. Bakugou listens to the dogs laugh, and he feels an unexplainable feeling of warmth wash over him. For the first time, Bakugou calls him by his first name, “Eijirou.”

Kirishima sits up alert, looking at Bakugou what seemed like fear in his eyes. He looked ready to bolt. Ready to run off as if he knew what Bakugou was going to ask, or was actually afraid of what Bakugou might say. 

Because of that Bakugou was afraid to say what he had in mind, afraid that the red-head was going to run off and he’ll never see him again. He spent years with Kirishima, not even a full 1% of his life that he’s lived. 

But something inside him is telling him to not let him go, to ask and for once, be happy with someone by his side. “Do you want to say here? With me?” Forever goes unsaid. 

Kirishima’s body immediately relaxes, but Bakugou is still tensed. “For as long as I can.” he agrees and smiles up at Bakugou, but the fox frowns, for as long as he can? What was that supposed to mean? 

A human is heard coming up to the torii, quickly Kirishima changes back to a dog, if a human knew that a demon was up here with their deity they would riot and try to kill or hire someone to kill Kirishima until their deity is free from it’s grip. 

If Kirishima were still human in front of the other humans, they would notice that he won’t age, not like them, and it would be the first sign that the red head isn’t human. 

Another years passes, and Kirishima looks back on it, he remembers the kappa that took a home in the sacred lake, and refused to leave and the time where Bakugou ate a really bad peach.

“That’s all you remember? The two least impressionable things that happened in that year.” 

“Yeah, those were the only two times I ever saw you look embarrassed!” 

The Kappa made a fool of Bakugou, the deity thought he could just remove the demon but was quickly proved wrong when he slipped into the pond, and when he threw up all that nasty acid all over himself. But it wasn’t because that happened that it embarrassed him, it was that Kirishima saw that happen to him, that made him embarrassed. Kirishima, out of everyone, was the one to see him like that. 

Kirishima stops laughing, leaning towards Bakugou’s space before the dog snaps his head back to the torii. He looks attentive, eyes scanning around, looking for some sort of...anything. But Bakugou doesn’t hear a thing nor does he see anything. 

Kirishima abruptly stands before Bakugou could grab on to him. “I’ll be back.” Kirishima says, jumping down to the ground, outside the shrine and running in all fours as a dog back out into the forest. 

Their hearing was on par, almost equal so Bakugou wonders what the demon heard that he couldn’t. He spends the rest of the day without Kirishima, he spends the rest of his time thinking that maybe Kirishima and him should climb up the mountain since it’s been a while since Bakugou has surveyed the mountains behind him. Maybe show Kirishima sight he enjoyed. 

Maybe he would even tell more about his life to Kirishima, telling him abou this and that, about what he saw on these mountains when he was just a kit. Check the old trees, pay a visit to an old shrine, a dead deity. Maybe he would see the tree guardians, have Kirishima chase those little leaf spirits around. Kirishima would love to meet them. 

And then maybe in the next decade he could introduce Kirishima to the nymphs who live near a river that was close to the sea it came from. they’ll love Kirishima, he could see it now. 

How the girls would flaunt for him, tease him, play with his hair. Maybe they’ll love the idiots smile more, play with him, and give him some scratches behind his year, the idiot would probably never leave with the amount of attention those ladies would give him. 

So it’s decided, Bakugou thinks, he’ll never take Kirishima there. At least not for another few decades. He can’t take the chance that Kirishima will leave him for a few extra pets. 

Wait.

Years? Decades? Centuries? Why was Bakugou planning his entire future with the demon? He did let Kirishima stay, but the idiot said...he said...

Fuck. “Fuck.” He curses again. He didn’t realize, he didn’t realize that Kirishima will, could, stay forever, didn’t realize that it meant that every waking minute of Bakugou’s remaining life will have red in them. 

He would die if he couldn’t see the red Kirishima brought into his life. 

Kirishima comes back home in his dog form, fur matted with mud, sticks and leaves attached and piece by piece fall. He looks happy though, but when he tries to take a step into the shrine Bakugou denies him. 

If Kirishima were to turn human, his clothes would get dirty too, the mud on his skin would stain it all and it would make such a bigger mess. 

Bakugou grabs by the scruff at the back of his neck and dumps into a warm, steaming bath. Of course Kirishima hates it, and tries to run out of the wooden tub, but Bakugou snatches his tail and drags him back in, pushing and pulling at his fur, diving his fingers into the fur to separate the mud from his fur. 

When Kirishima calms down from pretending not like being bathed, he turns into his human form while ripping away his clothing. He starts making up the stupidest jokes and telling the most ridiculous stories while Bakugou lathers up his hair with oils and shampoo. 

Bakugou doesn’t find humor in the small things like Kirishima does, but hearing the dog speak makes him smile. Listening to his deep, yet carefree voice, how it vibrates when he laughs, or how his shoulders moves under Bakugou’s touch. 

Its overwhelming him. Drowning him completely into something thick and warm, something that causes him to want, to want and want and want. He’s not afraid of what’s pulling him in, he wants to be drowned in it, and so he lays his head on Kirishima’s shoulder and he confesses. 

“I love you.” he tells him again and again. He wants to hold him for as long as he can, forever, he wants him forever. Until Bakugou can’t go on, until he has all nine tails, all 900 years of his life. 

He wants to show him the beauty, every inch of the forest, and brag about Kirishima to every demon they see along the way. He wants to do things, unimaginable things, things he never thought of until Kirishima came into his world. 

He dips his hand into the water, holding him by the waist and pulling him tighter to his body, only the wall of the bath is what separates them. Bakugou nuzzles into the crook of Kirishima’s neck, muttering the phrase over and over again. 

One day Kirishima doesn’t come home, and at first Bakugou isn’t worried. But as the morning bleeds into the afternoon, then into the night, Bakugou whistles loud and worryingly, hoping for Kirishima to come back. 

He starts to stress panic, and his villagers decide that tonight is perfect to say hi, so Bakugou can’t spare a minute to do a quick trip around his territory to just check for the demon dog. 

He waits for Kirishima as the moon and stars replace the song, he waits as the fireflies start to appear, he stations himself at the edge of engawa, arms crossed, and in a slouch position, waiting for Kirishima. Because what if, in just a minute or two, Kirishima comes home and Bakugou isn’t there to greet him? What if the dog comes home, just as excited as Bakugou is to see him, only to be disappointed when Bakugou is in a deep sleep?

But when Kirishima does come home its early in the morning, just a minute before the sun starts to rise, and Bakugou hasn’t had a wink of sleep. He feels Kirishima now, and stands up to greet him with frustration, anger, annoyance, impatient and mad beyond belief. 

But his demon dog returns home in his human form, limping and looking defeated. He clutches his arm that is stretched farther than it should, and there’s bruises and blood covering his body. 

His anger is gone, and he runs towards Kirishima, afraid and frantic, angry at the world for not keeping him save. He uses his own deity spiritual powers to heal Kirishima, he uses all his medicinal herbs to touch what hasn’t been healed. 

“What happened Ei?” Kirishima winces but doesn’t speak, falling to Bakugou’s arms and not waking up until the next day. 

Then I wrote this in Kiri POV: Kirishima doesn’t wake up until that day’s evening. He’s wrapped up in bandages he asked the villagers for, and some herbal medicines he used to make. He’s also alone in the shrine. Even as a demon he can feel the spiritual power surrounding him, he could even feel it healing all his wounds. And speaking of his wounds, he looks towards the heavy door set, knowing fully that Bakugou was in the other side, probably sweeping with a scowl on his head. Before he came back, there was a thought, something he had thought long and hard before even entering the boundaries of Bakugou’s terrain, that maybe he shouldn’t come back. Coming back meant telling Bakugou the truth, meaning that Bakugou will hate him and would want him out of his shrine, out of his home forever.

And that’s all I had. So...I wonder what happened in my head after that. 

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Peach riot rise up series! Coming 12/15 to popmart