@poemeater I Dreamt About Your Shinso Series And Woke Up Feeling Better. :3

Keep your priorities straight: post fic.

not at all. make a flippy floppy

does anyone mind if i make flippy floppy

james and sirius would’ve loved doing those crazy advanced math equations that are only letters while peter sits back and watches transfixed by their witchcraft

not done with a thing. might not finish

was originally gonna do a redesign of Luz from The Owl House, but did my own thing. (nah. ima do my own thing) if anyone has any like suggestions on how to do this stuff better, please give them to me 🙏🙏🙏

The reason why I adore ALL tddk but why I especially find Shouto x Quirkless!Izuku so compelling is that. they're just-

Izuku with the hard-won victories and the barely-hidden Ambition that thrums in his veins. And Shouto who know the price of ambition but also knows exactly what it means when Izuku discards it in favour of helping him. Izuku- who was never really saved, who still prays, hopes, wishes and never actually expects anyone to show up, who sends the text in Hosu like it's a silly little ritual he has to complete. And Shouto who ditches everything and everyone and comes running. You came//You called. Izuku who smiles politely and Shouto who calls the chief of police a Mangy Mutt. Izuku who was raised on Full Internet Access and Shouto who had just discovered Memes and is unreasonably delighted about it.

and. they're just. A boy who is bluntly, tragically honest and another who is made of white lies. A boy with the power of god at his fingertips and a boy with nothing but his raised fists. A masterpiece and a defect. A boy in chains and a boy with all the freedom that a very tall building provides.

oh and they're both awkward, blushing messes. they're idiots. they're bestfriends. they're late-night arguments over Conspiracy Theories. They are so intense and unintentionally hilarious. They're sun-and-moon coded. They're deep-seated abandonment issues and a difficulty in letting anything go. They're hands, hands, hands. They're two pieces of rubble whose jagged edges fit. They're bury my feet in cement cause I'm never leaving you. They're I'm sorry I didn't know you when we were kids. I would have iced the bruises on your back. They ARE SOULMATES-

i don't know whether to be insulted or glad? also wtf does 'the prophet eyup lovely' mean i think i might just be slow

the prophet eyup lovely