#stubborngods

[eraserisms]

so uh—when on the timeline does Shota confess his feelings to Hizashi & move in with him? Asking for science.

@dhampiravidi is asking all of the real questions.

Canonly? Unfortunately, never. But that's what RP and fanfics are for tbh. I mean, we don't even know about either of their living situations really.

I don't really have a main verse as I've explained before that I never know if RPers want to be pulled into the shenanigans I have going on with other writers. Buuut, @djsouled and I have been plotting & writing Erasermic stuffs. We have written them as being roommates on and off throughout their adulthood. One can never really be too far from the other.

Shota isn't the type to admit anything and also can be quite selfish and incredibly stupid when it comes to romance, particularly how much Hizashi is in love with him. So this bitch doesn't say anything for 15 years and it takes them both nearly dying and losing Midnight for Yamada to finally confess his feelings.

I also wanna do some more thangs with @stubborngods and their Zashi & develop a more established background/timeline between the two of them.

[lxmondreams]

@stubborngods def sent this to the askbox

right here on the counter ? (oboro n tsu... what if... in the bar....)

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There’s a soft giggle as Tsubasa gently pulls his arm towards the bar, humming softly. “Well of course..~ Everyone’s gone out, and it’s just us.. so there’s no one to walk in on us, Obo~” She only lets go of him to jump up onto the bar, sitting on the edge and pulling him closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared~ Is the big bad Oboro scared of being caught? It’s only natural~” Tsubasa pures a sound out, not bothering to fix her shirt as the shoulder falls to the side.

[himbohotel]

you’ve been avoiding me . (hebe to herc)

Well, what was he going to do---lie to her? He hasn't in the span of their divine marriage, and he's not going to do so now.

Besides, what purpose would it serve? He is as faithful to her as he physically can be. Sure, their relationship might be unconventional, but they are unconventional. He, a former mortal champion; she, his divine half-sister whose mother drove him to kill his first wife.

So, yes. Unconventional.

Is it still a lie if it's one by omission? Or, well, in his case--avoidance? He's only known for a week himself; he still needs time to adjust to it all. Even now he's not prepared to have this conversation. Yet, he knows the longer he draws it out, the more strife and discord it'll cause them in the long run.

❛ One of my lovers reincarnated, ❜ he begins, simply, in a lounge as he casually looks up at the ceiling, feeling anything but. To boil Hylas down into that one phrase pains him for all the youth had meant to him...still means to him, but how else can he describe his plucky arms-bearer without giving away the game? ❛ I, uh, ran into him today. He...he remembered me. We got coffee, and he fled. ❜ There.

[helreginn]

@stubborngods asked:

“  They should invent a being alive that isn’t so difficult. ”

"I'm pretty sure that's just dying..."

[screwhope]

❛   relationships are built on trust &* i don't trust you , neal. ❜ emma tosses a pebble into the pond , a frown on her face as she stares at the ripples. she sighs , spares a glance towards @stubborngods , then away , her jaw clenching as that rush of warmth she always gets seeing him. makes it hard to push him away. it's that same feeling that drove her to tallahassee when she'd gotten out of jail. all that anger was mixed with yearning. it was just hard to separate. now , post neverland , things have just been [...] complex. she had to tell him more than she ever would have in that cave ; how was she supposed to live that down when he was so adamant about earning his place back in her life ? ❛   how could i ? ❜

[mutherlessarch]

how long have you been awake? (hitoshi to izuku <3)

' i have no idea. " it's an honest answer. izuku does not have it in himself to figure out the actual answer right now. he has not slept for at least half a week. dead on his feet. still there's something about seeing his feral cat of an ex standing there that makes him feel like the stars look a little brighter tonight. even against the light pollution.

he curls ups on the office couch saying nothing. ending up in what had their shared nap spot once upon a time. but now. now he feels cold and miserable. he should not be here. he should be out there. being a hero. doing his damn job. still izuku yawns loudly green eyes drooping.

izuku does not want to fall asleep. he has things to do. people to save. children that need him home. but still he's allowed to have flaws. he's allowed to be selfish sometimes. right? he's allowed to feel the keen sting of thoughts that drift away as he finally falls into a dreamless sleep.

imagine izuku's surprise when he finds out the room is still occupied when when wakes up again. hitoshi is still there. they are still here. still purple and pretty sleeping peacefully next to izuku. and for a moment, izuku's eyes fill with washed away tears.

hitoshi has always been very pretty when they sleep. an observation izuku had made somewhere earlier in whatever this was. long lashes. the cheek bones. the scar on their face that izuku remembers them receiving. it had been a dark day. not as dark as the as day they lost their leg. but it still rough on them. izuku resists the urge to smooth some of the beautiful purple of hair out of their sleeping face. just to kiss them.

in the end, izuku cannot risk scaring them off again. he won hitoshi over with consistency and determination. a trusting foundation built on a rotten floor. a house capable of rebuilding with help. this office. izuku's their house. the one that samu and yokkun ran around the garden and played in. there's a chance to build something new, something better. something just for them.

izuku does not notice when he's back in dreamland.

[kusatta]

@stubborngods asked: ❝ you look ridiculous in that outfit. ❞ (promise to astarion)

" yes, i am delightfully aware of that, my dear. thank you ! " it hadn't been his bright idea to dress him up in such attire. after all, he would never willingly be caught dead in gale's signature outfit. " — absolutely atrocious. no one is ever going to believe this little stunt of theirs. "

[mugglebrn]

❝ sometimes you need to make room for grief. make time for it. embrace it. it's all i've been doing as of late. ❞ (from draco)

HER HEAD WHIPS UP, SURPRISED HE'S SAID ANYTHING AT ALL, LET ALONE SOMETHING THAT SOME PEOPLE MIGHT CONSIDER INSIGHTFUL. Unlucky for Malfoy, Hermione is set firmly in her favourite phase of processing grief. Denial. The kind that stretches on for years because heaven forbid she lets herself relinquish control for one iota of a second.

"Make time for it?" the scoff that leaves her isn't exactly nasty, but it is incredulous. Between her patients, her volunteering, her side projects in magical creature welfare, and her personal life, Hermione simply does not have time to embrace grief. "Absolutely not," curls bounce as her head shakes vehemently. "Grief works on my schedule."

[singofus]

@stubborngods asked: “Stop looking at me like that.” (hedone to aphrodite bc grandchild/grandmother bonding)

random misc dialogue … sentence starters | Accepting

There is no denying it, Aphrodite is grinning. She is grinning wide, and now rests her chin in both hands.

"I feel a tingle. You have something going on." Her voice does not hide how giddy she is, how excited to know whatever excitement is going on in her grandchild's life.

"Tell me. Tell me everything."

Love has a way of sensing the bonds between people as they form, and even the potentials for a new one close to springing. Love of all kinds, though she always hoped for romantic or sexual love.

[eraserisms]

Did Hizashi send me this ad or...???

[lxmondreams]

@stubborngods hellsite? Hellsite.

can you come from just this ? (kanon to ayame>:])

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Ayame whines softly, face flushed a horribly dark red as she squirms under her lover. She nods quickly hearing the question, knowing that she wouldn’t last much longer if she kept doing what she was doing. Everything felt electric, every kiss, every touch, everything.

“Kanon.. please keep going.. please don’t stop~” There’s soft moans spilling from her lips as she does her best to stay still, wanting to be a good girl for her love. She would do anything for her. “It feels s,,,so good~”

[himbohotel]

“  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” (hebe to herc)

❛ Your feet could be classified as weapons of war, ❜ Hercules grumbles sleepily, rolling over and bringing the duvet with him.

[helreginn]

@stubborngods asked:

“ What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”

"That is... an incredibly tall order. One is not my father yet and the other has seen fucking everything."

[sasouken]

@stubborngods asked: “ i’m concerned that you mightn’t understand what discreet means. because the path of chaos you’ve just created is exactly the opposite of discreet. ” (kurogiri to compress) // send asks / memes !

"ah, yes, well. . ." a hand is vaguely waved through the air as the sounds of sirens can be heard in the distance. tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth and compress shakes his head. ". . . you know how i just love my theatrics." arms move to cross over his chest, a hand motioning towards the window. "besides, they are now fully distracted. dabi and toga should have no trouble on their secret little mission now. though i suppose i should thank you for getting me out of there before the heroes showed up. now that would have been messy."

[mutherlessarch]

" you sound like how i feel. " izuku tries. he feels so tired. like every inch of his quirkless body has had it's energy truly zapped. he presses the back of his head deeper into the back of his couch. it's been a long couple of days to say the least.

the last time he had heard from shinso they were going on under ground mission. it's not like them not to call this long. " yea, i'm home. are you coming by. i was worried about you. are you okay? " / @stubborngods cont.

[bloodymyhands]

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ (luke and annabeth :eyes:)

daisy's inbox clearout! / still accepting memes.

annabeth smiles softly, unafraid of him and willing to do what he wants. luke is her closest friend, the one that she trusts as much as a brother. at this point in her life, she would trust him with anything, having no idea what the future holds. she closes her eyes and holds her hands out in front of her. in a way, maybe there's a slight stirring deep inside of her, her instincts telling her not to fully trust them. she is, however, going to ignore that. likely, until it's too late.