Happy Pride Month Fellow Queers!

Happy Pride Month fellow queers!

Remember to be safe and have fun!

My version of a gender bent Eruri ig- You can make a character of your own here:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/114808

Also I swear I'm almost done with a story 😃

angst prompt list

"Would you just look at me?"

"I'm not ready to say goodbye."

"I want to hate you, but I can't."

"I wanted to believe you thought about me."

"You don't mean that... Right?"

"I pushed you away because you deserved better."

"Karma's a bitch, isn't she?"

"I'm sick of missing you when you're right here."

"How can you just stand there and pretend this isn't your fault?"

"Tell me I'm wrong. Please, say it."

"You're hurting me."

"Don't you see that I'm trying?"

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Don't call me again."

"Pack your stuff and leave."

"Why weren't you there?"

"You're scaring me."

"Where did all these bruises come from?"

"How much of that did you hear?"

"What keeps you up at night?"

"But you promised."

"I don't want your apology."

"You can't leave me- not now."

"You'd better put that down."

"You have to believe me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You meant nothing to me."

"It wasn't supposed to end like this."

"Admit that you're wrong!"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"What are you doing?"

"I couldn't save them."

"Why did you even bother?"

"Don't you care?"

"You aren't worth it."

"Are you really that stupid?"

"I thought I could trust you."

"Just stay with me."

"Who are you again?"

"I miss you."

"Are you listening?"

"You're not safe here."

"I didn't think it would hurt this bad."

"You said we'd grow old together."

"It's suffocating, isn't it?"

"It's... cold."

"Is it lonely?"

"I'm scared of losing you."

"Don't touch me."

"You've changed."

I swear I'm working on the requests, friends- it just takes a hot minute 😩

Asahi Getting Folded So Hard He Travels Realities

What even is this story I-

includes: Asahi, Ukai, Tadeka, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Daichi, Aone, Class 1-A, Aizawa

warnings: shit post, to be honest. 

length: 1,437 words

A pained and confused noise left the third year’s lips as he sat up, hand gently rubbing his pounding head. The last thing he remembered was Nishinoya doing his signature Rolling Thunder move during a practice match against Date Tech. Kageyama had set it perfectly to Hinata for a simple quick attack, however, Aone blocked it. Asahi remembers seeing the ball rebounding, speeding straight to his face before he blacked out. Now, he was in what was assumed to be a nurse’s office.

Had they remodeled the place? Asahi was never one to be injured often, but he was always walking Noya to the nurse. Today it looked different. Very different.

“He’s up,” An unfamiliar voice muttered, fingers running a stressed hand through long black hair. Who was this? “E-Excuse me?” Asahi gained the stranger’s attention, guarded and analytical eyes darted his way. “Who are you, sir?”

A tired hum was the answer he got before the man sighed. “I was hoping you’d tell me the same thing. What’s your name, kid?”

“Azumane Asahi, sir,” He answered respectfully. He swallowed before glancing around the room. “Where am I?”

“You can call me Mr. Aizawa,” The man seemed to be waiting on someone as his eyes left Asahi only to check down the halls. It was concerning to Asahi that Mr. Aizawa appeared to be on his guard. The man never did answer his question.

“Pardon me for asking, but where is Coach Ukai? O-Or Mr. Takeda?” The high schooler tensed up a bit at Mr. Aizawa gave him a troubled look. 

“Do you know what school you’re in, kid?” Aizawa breathed, but before Asahi could answer, a loud noise came from the door as it was practically kicked open. 

Whoever the kid was, he seemed pissed off. His blonde and spiked up hair reminded Asahi of a pomeranian. 

“Bakugou, come outside with me for a moment,” Aizawa demanded, earning a grumble in protest, but the kid did as told. Asahi tried not to eavesdrop, but he was concerned for his safety. The few words he managed to catch were rather confusing. 

“He’s probably been hit… Type of quirk…” Asahi sat up in the small bed to lean towards the door more. “... Amnesia and confusion… Unknown teachers…”

When they came back in, the boy called Bakugou seemed less angry for whatever reason. His hands were buried into his pockets and his posture was terrible as he scoffed. It reminded Asahi of a feral Tanaka.

“Are you sure you’re a high schooler? You look like a damn pastor,” Bakugou’s insult made Asahi give a pained smile.

The third-year rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly glanced towards Mr. Aizawa as he responded, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m a third-year. It’s nice to meet you,” he cut himself off, pausing for a second or two before speaking again, “Bakugou was it?”

“Yeah,” Asahi relaxed at the confirmation. “C’mon, let’s go, man bun. The teach wants to see if I can jog your shitty memory.”

“Language, Bakugou,” Aizawa warned half-heartedly.

Asahi glanced back at the sound. Was he… Climbing into a sleeping bag?

“So, what’s your quirk?” Bakugou sighed, tilting his head up slightly to look at Asahi.

“A quirk?” Asahi asked, confusion dancing in his eyes as Bakugou seemed to grow agitated. “I play volleyball,” He answered uneasily, not knowing what the other meant.

“You remember what they are right? Don’t tell me you’re fucking stupid, too,” The boy growled. He extended his hands, palms flat and facing up as he made sure Asahi was watching. 

Asahi almost jumped out of his skin when little explosions sparked from Bakugou’s palm, the sweet and subtle smell of caramel filling the air. They grew smaller as Bakugou realized that his upperclassman was panicking. 

“What is-” Asahi’s bewildered look worsened when Bakugou suddenly made them stop. “What is that?! How is that even possible? Doesn’t it hurt you?” 

Bakugou groaned softly. He didn’t stop walking, so neither did Asahi. If everyone in this school has powers like that, the last thing Asahi wanted to do was get lost. “No, man bun, it doesn’t hurt. God, you’re more of a dumbass than I thought.”

They reached a classroom door, and Bakugou kicked it open, starting to yell to get the student’s attention, “Listen up assholes, Sensei assigned us this skittish batard to take care of until their memory comes back!”

“Aw, come on Bakugou,” A rather cheery voice sounded. “It’s not manly to insult everyone you see.”

“Shut it, shitty hair,” Bakugou mumbled, waving Asahi inside as he sat down at his desk, kicking his feet up.

“Is it a girl?” The question came from the class, followed by a startled yelp. Asahi couldn’t see what happened, as he didn’t dare to step inside of the chaotic room yet, but he assumed the person was hit. “Ow! Tsu…”

“Are they hot?” Another question came, causing Asahi to cover his face while a flushed shade of pink spread across his face. 

“Denki!” Another voice scolded. “That is no way to talk about a new student!” “Iida is right,” A female voice spoke up. “We need to make them feel welcome and safe.” A quietness settled in the classroom and the only thing Asahi could hear was his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was still shaken over the tiny bombs Bakugou had made without any pain or struggle. It almost seemed natural to the blonde, actually.

“Are they going to come in?” A monotone voice asked after a few beats of silence.

“Deku, go check on them,” Someone said, a sudden stutter of incoherent words filling the room.

Asahi was greeted by a rather small boy with freckles and green hair. He looked almost as nervous as Asahi felt. “W-Well, come on in,” The boy stuttered out.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Asahi mentally hyped himself up as he stepped into the classroom, eyes glued to the floor while he walked in. Whispers started to drown out the silence, someone even asking if Asahi was their new teacher.

Asahi gathered the courage to look up. And his heart stopped. 

Wide eyes frantically glanced around at the strange and terrifying faces. It was like something out of a horror movie.

Was that a tail?! He has six arms! Why are there just clothes sitting there- is someone invisible?! Is she pink?! What even is that person’s bone structure?! The one with strange purple buns is so short! As Asahi felt him start to hyperventilate, he locked eyes with an oversized bird. The bird waved to him and suddenly a dark shadowy figure came from his chest and blinked at Asahi. The third-year grew so lightheaded that he collapsed to the floor and fainted. It was all too much.

A sharp gasp tore through his lungs as he sat up, hearing yelling around him. Dear God, where was he now?! “Man bun- Man bun! Hey, are you with us?” An alarmed yet familiar voice asked. It was coach Ukai. 

Panicked eyes mapped out each recognizable face. He hardly noticed that Tadeka was holding a cloth to his bleeding nose as he gave a break of relief. He was back to the real world.

“Asahi, do you know where you are? What were you doing before you passed out?” Tadeka asked clearly, though his eyes were nervous. 

“I’m in the Karsasuno volleyball gym, sir. I was playing a practice game with Date Tech. I think I was hit in the face?” Asahi answered. 

Everyone around them seemed to relax and feel eased. 

“Give us another scare like that, and I’ll knock you out myself,” Sugawara threatened playfully. Well, Asahi hoped it was playfully. 

“Asahi!” The yell from Noya snagged his attention. The libero was mere seconds from jumping onto the ace, but Daichi had snatched him by the collar. 

“Nishinoya! He does not need you climbing all over him,” The captain scolded, Nishinoya whining in response.

Asahi jumped a bit when there was a tap on his shoulder, and he locked eyes with Aone. The guy was quiet, Adam’s apple bobbing roughly in his throat before he spoke. 

“I am sorry,” Aone said, chest puffed slightly from holding his breath. 

“No, no! It’s okay! I should’ve moved out of the way,” Asahi smiled, gently holding the cloth to his nose for Tadeka.

At least he knew he was home again. But he couldn’t help but shiver as he thought about the shadow demon and the birdman. 

Asahi would go to church on Sunday, and he would drag the rest of the third-years with him.

Happy Birthday Deadchi!