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tittty-bitty · 3 years

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It should of been so fucking obvious.

Shota sits in the chair that he’s strapped to seething with anger. At who he’s not to sure. The league, Yagi, his coworkers. But he knows for sure he is so fucking angry at himself for not noticing.

He should of noticed something was wrong when Yagi was getting more confident. Leading conversations more and getting more personal. Shota thought maybe he’s actually coming out of his shell. Realizing that he matters despite All Might being gone. It should of been starkingly clear when Yagi was getting a lot more critical of the hero society he would of given his life for for 30 years. Getting a lot more threatening to even the higher ups that got Shota a bit concerned that Yagi could be so spiteful despite being so passive. But the confidence Yagi suddenly gained... distracted him.

The new nicknames. The bolder touches. The obvious flirting. Shota is so fucking mad at himself by letting himself get so seduced by an old man that recite full scenes to Disney movies he forces Shota to watch.

He just wants to know when it happened. Was it after Kamino? Was it after they rescued Eri? Was it after they started to get more comfortable with each other? Teasing each other. Learning each others pasts. Actually trusting each other? Or was that the leagues brainwashing too? Was it all just a fucking lie?

Shota sat in the chair thinking about how it would only take brainwashing for Yagi to actually like him back. The door opens. Shota with the little strength he has he stares at the door way with his activated quirk.

“Cant erase someone without a quirk sweetheart.”

Shotas hair floops back down when he recognizes the voice.

The man who stole Toshinoris skin walks in with a strut like he owned the place and everyone in it. The coat he was wearing with his black suit fluttering behind him like a cape. The blue suit complimenting the new added piercings on Yagi’s ears. At least as a villan Yagi kept his love for the dramatics.

“Look at that, they have you all nice a trussed up for me.”

“Yagi what the fuck is going on?”

He wants to jump out of the chair and punch him right in his smirking teeth. Beat some fucking sense into him and for still playing with his emotions even after the Charade was over.

“I just made some realizations Shota. After my fall as a hero I was finnaly able to see the evils of the hero commission. It just took a conversation with the league to see them.”

“You don’t get to fucking call me that after the shit you pulled.”

“I want to save you. Save you from the Inevitable death sentence that they give you. Save the kids.”

“Your just fucking crying about how failed to soon to actually be useful about the league.”

With speed far above anyone that is quirkless, he grabs Shotas face and lifts it to meets Toshis face that held a snarl.

He knows it’s an extremely low blow and not true in the slightest. With Yagi’s intelligence and experience in strategy, he was tremendous help to the school with the league. Where he even predicted another planned attack and moved the students before the other hero’s met the villains. But he wanted to rile up Yagi a bit to see how much of Yagi is still there. How much they had to work with. Not to actually hurt him. Not to add a bit more balance to the pain Yagi put him through with this whole stunt. That would be irrational.

With a painful squeeze to Shotas cheeks Yagi let out a deep breath.

“After my retirement that I SHOULD OF DIED FROM. The hero commission celebrated Endevors new ranking as number one after we reported him after young todorokis admission to his family situation. They responded with ‘he’s to important to the plan right now.’”

Shota can feel Yagi’s hand on his jaw shake but his grip was still firm.

“The hero commission just wants to win. No matter how many hero’s lives it takes to win. I was nothing to them after Kamino. After 30 years of saving their asses they force you and every other hero’s to do 60 hour weeks with out any resources for support. They don’t care about lives, they just want to have this veil of safety they give civilians so they can keep their control over society. They want to put children into a war were not sure we would win Shota. OUR FUCKING KIDS.”

Shota is in shock is not in a new revelation like Yagi wanted. But rather in the emotion and passion Yagi still held despite being still clearly brainwashed. If the purple hue in his eyes are anything to go by. But besides that, this is still clearly Yagi. Turning into person Yagi despised the most. Manipulative, cunning, hypocritical, and willing to hurt people to get what he wants.

“And you think that hurting us all like this was the way to do it? Manipulating us? The kids you care so much about? Not only are you being a fucking hypocrite, but a god damn coward. You could of grown some fucking balls and actually called the hero commission out. You have the recognition, the status. People would of fucking believed you if you called out the hero commission and would of been on your side. But you were to much of a fucking coward and took the easy route where you fucking use us as tools for your shitty plan. Who knew that your vainity as the commissions bitch meant more to you than the people you claim to care about-“

Shota was done by the time Yagi shoved his thumb in his mouth between his teeth to get him to stop talking. The chipped black nail polish Yagi had on left a bitter taste in Shotas mouth.

Yagi stared in Shotas eyes as he kept a calm level tone. “If I did that and divided hero’s and society like that, it would of given the league an opportune chance to strike while we were vulnaerable. It was better to work with the league so I can slightly have say on what the league does next. While taking down the hero commission.”

Yagi’s face got a lot more soft as he took his thumb out of Shotas mouth and used it to affectionately pet his bottom lip. The grip on his jaw finally lightning up.

“I know I hurt you with the betrayal and I’m so sorry about that sweetheart. I just want to see you all safe. I want our kids to retire from old age, not by losing their lives before they can even drink. I want you to come to school as your usual grumpy self. Not silent because you can hardly stand on your own feet from exhaustion. I want to make the world livable for heros. Not a death sentence.”

He let go of Shotas face and tucked Shotas hair behind his ear. So his voice would be more clear as he whispered in Shota’s ear. “I want you to come to school Exhausted because you spent the whole night in my bed letting me love you. Not because you were forced into a situation I could of stopped.” He finishes with a drawn out kiss to the top of His ear.

He pulls away from Shota and walks twords the door. Pausing in the doorway before he leaves Shota alone.

“The hero’s will be here in about 10 minutes. We will be gone before then. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Shota can hear the creek of the door frame from Yagi’s grip.

“I care for you deeply sweet heart. And I’m sorry I had to do it this way. But I have to do this for you. I promise when I’m done I will come back for you.”

Yagi leaves the room with a slow start that turns into a haste. He believed Yagi when he said he had 10 minutes until the hero’s get here to save him. So he uses that time to finally let out the sobs. Years of emotional suppression letting him hold it in until now.

He will save Yagi. He’s not gonna stop until Yagi is back home with some sense drilled into him.

He’ll be fucking dead before he lets another one of those freaks take another person he loves.

#erasermight #and then they save him and Yagi cries for 4 days straight #and then Shota comforts him #this all started from a tiktok

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shadow-is-upon-us · 7 years

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Whatever it takes

Hey hey and welcome mates! I'm starting this small? project, because reasons. I'm not full on sold on this yet, but given the feedback from all of you, I'll see where it goes! Please, note these are my personal headcannons, and they may not be what you imagine, and that you respect that. Thank you! This is going to start off a bit slow, because I love establishing stuff, but it'll get to the good stuff soon! I also fully blame the mates on the Dadzawa and Shinso discord that I'm even doing this - hope you're all happy! xD

Also, please note that I won't be going into relationships here. See them if you like, but it'll be platonic in this story. Thanks!

Anyway, read, review and enjoy! =D

A hero needs to be willing to sacrifice for the greater good. Even if it’s at a personal cost. But when is it too much? How much can one leave behind, before there’s nothing left at all.

Chapter 1 A promise

The Sports festival has ended, Katsuki Bakugo was the victor and many students showed their potential. People were clearing out as the kids waited and collected their things. There was a feeling of proudness in the arena, coming from almost everyone. This year was spectacular and so many interesting people showed up. Truly, one to remember for years to come.

Shinso was leaning on a fence on the balcony overviewing the ring. He already had everything packed and was just waiting for his classmates to finish up. It was strange, standing there in silence as he could still hear the cheers and yells of the crowd.

"You were really cool, Shinso!"

"Good job!"

"You put up a great fight against the guy who placed first in the obstacle course!"

"That Quirk would work quite well against villains. I wish I had it…"

"UA's not every smart of he's in General Studies."

"You hear that, Shinso? You're amazing!"

He couldn't help the smile as he came to his face or the prickle in his eyes. It felt like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. It actually happened. Maybe there's hope for him yet. Hope of becoming a hero, just like he promised.

"You're gonna catch a cold like this," the sudden voice startled him and he spun around, eyes wide, before seeing who it actually was.

"…You shouldn't sneak up on people like that…" Hitoshi said back, turning around and faced the heavily bandaged Aizawa.

"Old habits die hard," Shota shrugged, standing at the start of the stairs.

"…Why are you here?" Shinso looked the man directly in the eyes.

"Teachers are looking for any last stragglers – the buses are here," Eraser said, closing his eyes briefly.

"Oh," Hitoshi couldn't stop the disappointment in his voice as he started walking towards the stairs.

"And," Shota spoke, stopping the boy from walking away. "To congratulate you."

Hitoshi froze right on the first step, clenching his fists and biting his lip. His back was to the teacher, but it was clearly visible he was tense.

"I haven't seen you that fired up… in a long time… It was good to see you haven't given up on your dream."

"…"

"Hitoshi," the boy closed his eyes as he felt the man step next to him. "I'm proud of you. I'm sure you'll make a fantastic hero."

Shinso remembers the orphanage where he grew up. It was special, made to work with children whose Quirks were difficult to control or dangerous to other people. His was both. He doesn't know what happened to his parents, just that they didn't want him. The old lady there said something about nearly killing his father one time, but Hitoshi doesn't remember that. He doesn't even remember their faces, their voices, their touch… It's all darkness and shadows and yelling and crying. He hates it.

At the orphanage, he was treated a bit better – so he thought anyway. He was four when he was sent there, so he didn't know much of anything. Just that he was alone for a lot of the time and he didn't mind it as much – no one would yell at him or hit him. That was good. But the people there also didn't talk to him. They would just listen, and never speak back or answer his questions. They didn't let other kids near him and he was kept separate. He didn't know why they did that, but he was lonely. It was still better than what he remembers of his old life. He had enough to eat, he had some toys and he had a proper bed. It was good. But he was all alone and could only talk to himself.

Every so often, someone would come – someone who'd help him. This person didn't speak to him – not like other people he's known. No, this one talked in his head. She said she was a Telepath and that she could read his mind. He could answer her back. And it was great. But then, she stopped visiting. It was so sudden and when he asked what happened, no one would tell him. They'd ignore him. And Hitoshi thought it was his fault – that he did something wrong again and drove her away. He didn't want to talk to anyone again after that, because he was scared something would happen as well.

There was one thing he could do however, and that was watch the television. When he did, the world seemed to fade away as he watched the news of all the heroes with all these awesome Quirks and abilities. It was amazing! And then… Then came a new hero, who didn't look like much and his Quirk wasn't even all that flashy. It was simple, but strong. The media called him "Eraserhead" and he was only around for a little while. No one even knew what his Quirk was, but it was cool. He instantly became a favorite of Hitoshi's, even if he didn't see him after. Eraserhead. He asked for a poster one time and the caretakers managed to get one. They didn't talk to him about it, but he didn't care – he finally had something to remember and see his hero every day.

It was a year after he came to the orphanage, that someone else came. A man, looking like a mess and tired like he didn't sleep much. Shinso was getting his meal and that's the only reason he was even downstairs when the man came. But as soon as Hitoshi saw him, he squealed and started jumping because that was Eraserhead. His favorite hero was here! He looked different in the flesh, but still cool. Even if his hair was in a ponytail, it was still easy to see it floating around him as he jumped all over the television.

"Eraserhead!" Hitoshi yelled and ran towards the man, one hand holding a book the other a pen. The adults turned towards him, the caretakers quickly saying something to the man who seemed to raise an eyebrow.

"Please! I'm your biggest fan! Can you give an autograph?" Hitoshi was jumping, offering the items in his hands. He saw the caretakers trying to shoo him away, still never speaking, but he wouldn't let it. Not now. He really wanted the autograph and he would get it.

"…What's your name?" Eraser asked, his eyes seemed to glow red and his ponytail started floating, but Shinso got absorbed into the moment that someone was finally speaking to him and that someone was his hero. The man seemed to ignore the panicked looks of the caretakers as he kneeled down.

"Hitoshi Shinso!" the boy said excitedly, eyes shining with joy.

"Well then Hitoshi, how would you feel if I took you out of this place?"

For the kid, everything seemed to stop for a few seconds. His expression slowly changed to shock and surprise as he dropped the book and the pen, looking with wide eyes.

"Mr. Aizawa… How did you find out about him again?" the old lady asked, holding some papers which had ADOPTION written in big, red letters.

"A friend visits places like this for his radio. Present Mic? He told me all about this one from what he heard from you," Eraser quickly glanced at the woman before looking back at the boy, still crouched down.

"I see… Well, you can take him, the conditions are all met and you seem capable of working with his Quirk."

"What do you say kid? You can live with me and a friend," his hero gave a smile and offered a hand and all Shinso can remember is being strapped into the backseat and watching the orphanage fade as they drove away from it.

Somehow, as he followed Shota down the stairs now, Hitoshi felt a similar feeling. Like he's going somewhere that'll be better than before and that he'll be able to be himself. After today, things would change, be it for better or worse. But if nothing else, he was even more determine to get into the Hero Course. He can always try next year and the next, but he will be a hero when he finishes school.

"I'll wait for you when we get back – Hizashi is going home early," Aizawa said suddenly as they saw the buses.

"Ah, thanks," Shinso blinked, too deep in thought to react immediately. He could see some of his classmates waving at him as they got on the bus. Shota gave him a final nod before walking to the Class 1-A bus and needing to apparently calm down the students. Bakugo especially, since he seemed to want Todoroki to fight him.

"You okay?" he heard Yukino ask as he walked closer.

"Yeah, fine," Hitoshi answered, stepping on and taking a seat by the window.

"Dude, you were so close! You'll make it next year, I'm sure!" Iba carefully punched him in the shoulder.

"Haha, yeah, hope so," Shinso smiled weakly as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Hey, at least Eraserhead agreed with us – the entrance exams are total bullshit!" Hondo had his arms folded as he sat next to him.

"The way he talked, you'd think he got the same treatment!" Finn shrugged, grinning as everyone seemed to laugh at that. Shinso however, opened his eyes wide. He never did ask his father about his years at UA. Maybe he should get on that…

By the time they got back to school, Hitoshi was tired and slightly dozing off. This took out a lot of him and he was ready to sleep. Probably been a while since he's felt like that.

"Any of you need a ride home?" their homeroom teacher – Lyla Zin, who had the ability to sing anyone into a calm state – asked, looking at her students.

Some of them said that, yes, they could use some transportation since it was late and their public rides were either an hour away or not running right now, or their parents simply couldn't come. Hitoshi simply said his goodbye and made his way to the parking lot and found Aizawa waiting for him inside, door open.

"Ready?" Shota asked, looking up as the boy tossed his bag in the backseat and got in on the passenger's side.

"Yeah, let's go," Shinso nodded weakly and got comfortable, his eyelids dropping a bit. The chairs at the stadium weren't comfortable at all.

"You look like shit," the teacher said as he started the car.

"Like you're one to talk…" Hitoshi gave him a deadpan look, not missing a beat.

"Ow, that hurt all three of my feelings."

"Didn't even know you have that many."

"What can I say, I'm trying to be a human being."

"That's new – what happened?"

"People."

"…Touché."

Shinso hasn't gone home with Aizawa in a long time. Usually, he takes the bus or walks if he feels like it, since his father finishes late and his uncle early. Though, Hizashi can be random with his work-time, so he's been able to catch a ride with Mic as well. Those rides are usually loud and energetic, with either Yamada singing or the radio on. Rides with Shota were calm and quiet, save for the radio on low to just fill in the static. Perfect right now.

Hitoshi wanted to ask his father something, but stopped himself. It's probably not the best time right now, and he wasn't even sure if it's something he'd talk about. He doesn't really know that much about Aizawa's early life – the only one who probably does is Hizashi, but he knows neither of them like to talk about it.

When they arrived at the house, Shota was the first one out as he walked towards the door, the kid soon behind. As soon as the doors opened, Aizawa called a 'We're home!' and closed the door. And moments later, a blur of yellow and black had engulfed Hitoshi into a hug, before the boy could even get his shoes off.

"Welcome home!" Hizashi said quietly, smiling as he hugged the boy. Suddenly, Shinso had the same feeling as when he first set foot into this building.

"We're home!" Eraserhead called when they stepped in and closed the door.

"Welcome home!" a man appeared in the hall, excited and smiling and tall, but he quickly dropped down and hugged the five-year-old. "I'm Hizashi Yamada! But you can call me Uncle Mic!" the blonde grinned as he leaned back a bit to get a good look at the kid.

"He's the friend I told you about," Eraser grinned and patted the child on the head. "We'll both be taking care of you from now on. Welcome to the family."

Hitoshi could only cry at that, loud and ugly as he didn't know how else to react. He finally had someone to talk to, he was adopted by his favorite hero and he'd be living with kind and loving people it seems. He just hoped it wasn't all a dream or something.

"Thanks," he whispered weakly into Mic's shoulder, trying not to relive the same memories as before. He wasn't even sure why he started crying, just that it happened.

"Oi," Shota patted his son on the head, smiling. "Get some rest. You've more than earned it."

"Right…" Hitoshi nodded weakly, sniffing before carefully leaving the warm embrace of his uncle.

"Aww, but I had a party and everything ready!" Yamada pouted, but allowed the boy to pick his things and move.

"Tomorrow Hizashi… I'm heading to bed too," Aizawa grumbled.

"Oi, what is this? What happened to you two? Aren't you supposed to some insomniacs?" Mic threw his hands in the air and while the other man gave him a tire glare, the kid snorted as he walked up the stairs.

"Things are changing, uncle," Shinso said back, smiling weakly. "Besides, you're always telling us to 'go to bed at a reasonable hour', so we're doing that."

"…I'm so proud of you two!" Hizashi wiped away the tears with his sleeve.

"You're proud of everyone," the two said at the same time, before all three laughed. Yeah, this family was a bit weird and unusual, but it was theirs and they wouldn't change it for anything.

And cut! Yeah, like I said, kinda slow and easy at the start, but I have plenty planned for this. Still, it depends on how much people actually wanna read this so, we'll have to wait and see eh? Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Do tell me what you think of it - I love hearing from my readers! =D

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #dadzawa and shinson #uncle mic #present mic #eraserhead #Whatever it takes #my story

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frankensteindotpdf · 7 years

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All of them

FUCK I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO THIS CRAP AHHH

Who’s your crush/squish?

I......tend to have a couple at a time (go unreciprocation whoop whoop) anyhoo the main one is this girl who is SUPER CUTE AND HAS THE CUTEST LAUGH AND IS LOWKEY EMO AND JUST BRILLIANT TBH and fun fact she’s the one who made me realise I’m bi! annnnd there’s a guy....who I just realised I have a crush on....like yesterday....and I’m dying a little

Who’s your fictional crush/squish?

Hahahahahahaha that talks like there’s one.....Remus obviously...Tonks....Dean Winchester...Jughead .....Rapunzel.....Duke Crocker from Haven (holy crap bro).....I used to have a crush on Klaus Baudelaire and also Yo-Yoji (shut up Carina)..... massive squish on Sherlock Holmes....and more I’m forgetting

Worst joke you’ve ever told?

Crap bro my life is full of stupid jokes I can’t choose one

Worst insult you’ve ever given?

Just really dumb ones, nothing specific

Got any weird kinks?

not any weird ones

How did you find out about sex?

No idea, probably like parents or sex ed classes? I don’t remember

Trashiest thing in your wardrobe?

Literally none? I mean I have trash like a billion HP t shirts but nothing revealing or anything

Worst Phobia?

Needles. I literally cry everytime.

Hentai or the real thing?

Ew neither thanks

Ever been arrested?

lol i never go outside no

What are you most selfish about?

This question is worded weird....uh my..sketchbooks? maybe? like I don’t really get the q but I never let anyone draw in my sketchbooks so ig that counts?

Who would you let die if given the chance to save them?

Myself

Who would you sacrifice yourself for?

Anyone

Something silly you believed as a kid?

Well I didn’t think “washcloth” was a real term, for some reason (I have literally no idea why) I thought it was just a word my family used but they were really called something else. I mean washcloth is so... on the nose

Weirdest/most embarassing thing you’ve drawn?

I once.....drew a picture....of my crush.....with a stupid nickname above it....and little hearts....and little pics of the stuff he liked.... UGH I CRINGE JUST THINKING ABOUT IT I WAS IN GRADE 2 DONT JUDGE ME

Controversial role models?

I can’t think of any?

Cringiest fandom you’ve been in?

for like A MONTH I was into... Justin Bieber.

Cringiest thing you’ve shipped?

Trans Gilderoy Lockhart and Snape

Ever had “an accident” in public?

I mean when I was real little I did once after school but like no one was there besides my family so it wasn’t a big deal

What helps you fall asleep?

Honestly watching Bob Ross. He’s just so soothing

What childish things do you still do?

I dunno man...Lots I just can’t think of anything specific

What’s your age?

A HEATHERS SONG AND THE YEAR A WIZARD COMES OF AGE

Grossest thing you’ve eaten?

Some people would say crickets (they tasted great though) I would personally say (not eating but) gargling salt water. I literally threw up. Thanks, father.

Honest opinion on religion?

I definitely like the idea and totally respect other’s beliefs, but I’m still working it out. I mean I know mine pretty darn well but the more I learn the more it just sounds really convienient idk

What does your laugh sound like?

From being told to shut up so much it’s changed a lot....It’s kinda squeaky but mostly silent? I’m a bit self concious about it tbh

How would you describe your smile?

stupid. it scrunches up my face all wrong and makes me look even fatter than I already do

Did you go through any regrettable phases?

“Liking” music everyone else liked to fit in

Ever dropped plans/projects and not said a word?

Not one-on-one stuff (though social anxiety makes me want to every time) but like I guess? nothing noteworthy

Intovert/Extrovert?

INTROVERT

Personality Type?

INFP

Ugliest thing in your wardrobe?

I have this nightgown that I never wear that looks like something out of an 1800s movie...floral pattern and all

Would you wear pajama’s in public?

If I was with friends who were

Weirdest thing that turned you on?

uhhhh I have no idea

Pineapples on pizza????

hecc yes

Do you use the XD emoticon?

Only in an ironic way

Do you have a dark sense of humour?

yup

Worst thing you ship?

Ms. Frizzle and Brendon Urie

Top or bottom?

Oh I cant believe I’m answering this on the internet gosh well from my personality I’d say...bottom

Top or bottom bunk?

Also bottom because I feel like I’ll fall off or break the top bunk

Pettiest thing you’ve cried over?

Dude I cry over everything...My sister said she’d rip one of my books

Pettiest thing you’ve gotten mad over?

Bro again like I usually get upset at myself rather than mad at other people but like at my family basically everything?

Longest time you’ve cried?

lol well multiple times I’ve cried for a few hours straight, I cried through an entire movie once (I’m not evenexaggerating I had to pause it because I was sobbing too hard literally 5 times)

Do you touch the art in museums?

NO THAT CAN WRECK IT AND I COULD GET IN TROUBLE

Do you have a fandom OC?

Kinda? I mean just self-inserts tbh

How much do you believe in astrology?

not at all

Have you ever used a base for drawing?

I mean I’ve copied them down but not traced

Have you ever used MSPaint for drawing non-ironically?

yup. there was a time when I had a laptop and sucked at drawing so when I got bored I’d draw on MSPaint

Controversial opinion?

I’m a feminist and I think everyone should be

Ass or chest?

I hate answering this I’m just gonna do it quickly and get it over with female ass, male chest

Chest or genitals?

chest

Genitals or ass?

I HATE THESE I HAVE NO IDEA OK

Any scars?

Yup. I have one on my arm from burning myself while baking in grade 8, and two others on the inside (of the same arm haha) that are from somehow managing to hit my arm off a staple sticking out of an old recliner

Do you pirate anything?

Only music for animatics, but even then only songs I’ve already bought but cant transfer. I don’t see the point. The artists I like I don’t just like for their music (or movies or whatever), I like them as people too. I want to thank them for making such awesome stuff, so a little donation is totally reasonable to me

url for an old cringy social media account?

I mean this one? I wasnt allowed to have social media when I was younger so yay none of that

Any post’s you’ve deleted and why?

Only ones I accidentally reblogged onto my art blog, but I always reblog them onto my main first

How long does it take you to get up in the morning?

depends. if I have nothing to do, hours. If I have school, anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour (I set my alarm real early)

What will instantly turn you on?

idk man nothing really...someone being good with kids is always sweet tho

Fave eye+hair colour combination?

Nothing specific, I like basically all colours?

Have you already named your future children?

If I have any they will be named after someone in one of my billions of fandoms (probably someone from hp)

Do you do drugs?

Just Ibuprofen amirite lol even then I am in pain way more than I take it I hate swallowing pills

How tall are you?

about 5′5 or 5′6

Did you go through a “RANDOM XD” phase?

yup

Dumbest thing you believed?

No idea, probably something from when I was little but idk

Dildo of choice? (besides an actual dildo)

boi i’m not even coming near this question (get it?)

Daddy kink?

I mean I find it hot when some people say it? but not really

Who could change your sexuality just by looking at you?

I’m...bi....so like.....no one? I’m confused mate there’s no way to answer this question

Bara/Yaoi/Shota?

none tbh i dont even know what 2/3 of those mean

What area’s of your body are most sensitive?

besides the obvious my knees, stomach, back, neck....okay everything I just hate people touching me thanks oh and my feet oh gosh I got a pedicure once and it was the worst experience of my life

Weirdest dream you’ve had?

A bunch man, once I had a dream where Peeta was transformed by the Capitol or smth to look like one of my friends and he was also heavily drugged and at my school for some reason and I was trying to help him get to safety....I had a dream where my family and I lived in a trailer park and our neighbour had a big dog that attacked my little brother, first by biting and then picking up a stick with its paws and beating him with it....one where my friend tried to touch my stomach and i panicked, punched him in the face, and then had a panic attack because I felt so bad

THANK GOSH THAT’S OVER

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