Bakugou: [holding up two ‘get better soon’ cards] which of these would icy hot hate more?
Midoriya: [worried] is Todoroki-kun sick?
Bakugou: no, i just think he could be better
The evening was quiet and still as the sun slowly sank. It was peaceful, calm, though not for long. Moments after the sun sank fully, the shadows began to writhe and bubble. Soft taps and scratching noises sounded out from the front of the home, gradually growing in number, as the owner of the little cottage slowly stirred.
Lighting a small candle, the older woman shuffled out of her bedroom, a soft shawl pulled over her shoulders, and her nightie brushing against her slippered feet. After a few moments of fiddling, she opened up the front door and stepped out, raising her candle a little in order to see better.
The sounds stopped, and a large lanky form dropped from the roof, landing before the old woman. It bent down, terrible maw opening up slightly, before letting out a gargling rumble, its warped body easily towering over the little old lady, face stopping inches from her own.
The old woman squinted up at the creature, before smiling brightly when it finally got close enough.
“Elenta! You’re awful early today dearie. Trying to get the first pickings are we?” The old woman tittered as the monstrous creature let out a choked gargling sound in response.
Patting the sheepish creatures cheek fondly, she turned around and shuffled back inside, the creature following along dutifully. Once it had cleaned off its hands and feet, it settled contentedly next to the kitchen counter, eagerly munching on its goodies as the woman shuffled around the kitchen, setting everything up for the night.
A few minutes later, a terrible screeching hiss was heard from the kitchen window, and the woman smiled, dusting off the flour on her hands.
“Elenta, be a dear and open the window for Kdlr’t will you please?” Nodding approvingly as the creature gurgled in reply, she turned her attention to the oven, pleased to see that the next batch was doing well.
She would have to get one of them to help her get down the big pan later, so that she could make more of that drink the so love. One of them must have put it up there the last time they helped clean up, forgetting her comparably tiny size. Fixing her shawl, she turned towards her guests, smiling as she saw that a few others had arrived, a large brutish looking creature lumbering over for its nightly head pats. She did so love her darling monstrous visitors.
“Pet crows give their owners names. This is identified by a unique sound they make around specific people that they would not otherwise make.“
oh my GOD
Written for @dekatsu after being inspired by this post. It’s your fault. Also, there’s a high chance this could become multi-chaptered if received well enough. Also yay, my first BNHA piece!
Word count: 751 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: At a time in his life where hope seemed to be a ghost of the past, Izuku stumbles upon a late t quirk that shows him another ghost. Pairing: None (Platonic BakuDeku, for now at least)
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It’s his fault. That’s all Izuku could think as he watched the same sludge villain that targeted him not so long ago attack someone new. It’s all that crossed his mind when it felt like years passed as no one did anything to help. No other thought could even be considered as All Might made one last-ditch attempt to rescue the victim. It was the only thing that echoed in his head as the villain fled from the sight of the number one hero before leaving behind a corpse with all too familiar blond hair. A shocking revelation that brought him to his knees.
The only other idea that Izuku could even entertain was “That should have been me.”
Seguir leyendo
me: i wanna write
someone: then… write?
me:
this is the ideas shiggy. reblog in the next 10 seconds and be blessed with good ideas
the ribbon eel looks like some sort of fantasy creature, like sometimes i LOVE the ocean and the weird animals that live in it
i love these weird eels
me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???
my brain:
my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………
Tzipporah from The Prince of Egypt (1998)
Requested by @avengers4s