#stubborngods

[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.

[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. "

[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.

[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."

[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.

[pomegravearch]

"You want me to punch him in the face?" (hotaru)

" no i think if anyone has to punch him in the face. it has to be me. cause that's just how the cookie crumbles this time. " they try not react too strongly to people using their old name. but it still hurts. sometimes.

[tzipped]

" marce. i think i'll take nap in the tree tops this evening. do you care to join me? " they take a moment to smile at the hatter before them. eyes gleaming in the candle light. more cat like than ever. but that's just the way that tabby rolls. / @stubborngods gets a tabby.

[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~”

[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."

[ilbound]

cont'd. // @stubborngods

If he is the EAST , then verily Apollo is the SUN ⸺ Or something exceptionally corny like that.  Memories , now more than a l i f e t i m e ago , flood through him , putting him back on that stranded beach , half-alive / half-dead , with no solace but the grace of a god who caused his fall to begin with ( the savior & the butcher , both ) .  But it was n e v e r fear nor resentment which had colored Icarus’ gaze and rather instead a BEFUDDLED AWE ( as any mortal , confronted by a god so directly , he was struck & numb & entirely enchanted ) .

That was t h e n , though.  And this is n o w .  Apollo doesn’t exactly resemble the same figure he remembers , but it is the soul of him that burdens the recognition , that told him to stop and speak out at all.  To watch them RECOIL & REJECT the interaction is like another lash against his wounded merit ( how can they be this way ? ) .  Icarus is nothing if not b r a z e n , and he does not intend to allow opportunity slip by , not when Apollo is so c l o s e after so long apart.  But his feet won’t move , and his mind won’t offer him anything intelligent to say other than to quip , ❝ Is- Is that how you greet an OLD FRIEND ? ❞  The levity is simpering and weak , but he t r i e s , for both their sakes.

[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.

[mxndjxcker]

@stubborngods liked for some fun times <3

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"Toshi!! Tomo is coming to school, with you today!" The five year old pouts up at her older sibling, her little bag of things to do all packed. While she had started school already, she wanted to join them at theirs. Tomomi most definitely has entered the clingy stage of life.

[keshimasu]

@stubborngods ; " look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

He can't look. Like a coward, Shouta looks everywhere but. How many times had he once wished to look at Oboro's face again just once? See something other than shattered goggles and bloody dust when friend came to mind. Remember him alive, happy - not a swirling mass of darkness under a deadly foe. Not this man who looks like the one who they were going to start an agency with, but isn't. The hair is wrong. Too dark like stormclouds instead of summer sky bright.

Every so often, out of the corner of his eye, Shouta could swear form flickers into black haze and his heart leaps up throat to choke him. It terrifies him this ridiculous irrational fear that Kurogiri could return. Illogical given the twisted nomu of his friend never actually hurt him, the doctor and All for One were dead. The running theory seemed to be lack of upkeep had triggered the reversion though better medical professionals remained baffled. Oboro had no heartbeat, no blood pressure. For all intents and purposes he was still dead.

Shouta grits teeth enough that his head hurts. The least he can do is look Oboro in the eye when judging him. Something in his chest warbles like the hospital when eyes ran hot. "I'm sorry." Voice grates the back of his tongue, thick and uncomfortable. It used to be so easy, like breathing, around cloud user. He scrapes hand over face, over jaw that really needs a shave, tangled hair. "I should've-I thought I could save you."