#fuckin feral chaos gremlin

[frnkiebby]

DIY FUCKERS~🎃

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#found a vid. #made a gif. #god fucking damnit i love him so much #absolutely no reason for him so be doing this #i’m so here for it #the absolute FAITH he has in that strap #fuckin feral chaos gremlin #the other nj cryptid #he’s escaped containment #frnkiebby #frnkiebby made a gif lookie there #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #frnkie #mcrmy #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm #Youtube

[infinitethree]

hello day and his sons! i wanted to ask if your family celebrates any holidays, and what your favorite ones are if you do!

It seems as though this time, the family is eating dinner.

Or, at least, they were trying to eat dinner. Everyone’s expression falls somewhere between murderous and tired.

That is, except for Theo, who doesn’t stop speaking despite hearing the question. He’s got a wide grin, almost taunting. “Really, it’s your own fuckin’ fault that you don’t hide shit you care about! If you don’t fuckin’ want me to hold stuff ransom, don’t piss me off.”

Orph’s eye twitches, and he grips his knife tighter. “You started it, you absolute asshole, you were the one who swapped all my pictures with clown paintings!”

Theo grins even more. “Dunno, sounds like your fuckin’ taste, though?”

Lee grabs a roll off the table and throws one at their hands with a surprising amount of both speed and accuracy. “Stop it,” he says, glaring at his eldest brother with enough heat that it leaves no doubt that he’s been on the receiving end of Theo’s needling.

With no small amount of relief, Day accepts the lifeline of this question. “Christmas, New Year’s, birthdays, April Fool’s day, father’s day, every day that passes where Theo hasn’t managed to get his brothers to revolt against him.”

There’s a loud bark of laughter from the eldest son in question. “‘Cause they know I’d kick their asses!”

Day’s eyebrows shoot up. “I hope you know I’m going to bring this up later, after they wreck you.” He ignores the offended squawk and continues, “My favorite is Christmas. I get to make or find things for everyone, I get a week of none of them pranking each other, and I get to inflict the rest of the server with quote-unquote thoughtful presents. Lucid’s sweater remains my crowning achievement.”

“It’s a migraine given physical form,” Perce says. “I’m still impressed by it. I didn’t realize you could see nausea. I’m almost positive it’s got some kind of admin bullshit done to it–”

“That would be cheating,” Day tells him. He looks more than a little smug. “What’s life without a little challenge? Besides, if it was admin bullshit, he could just undo it. He can’t even get rid of it because it’s too warm and comfy. I know exactly what textures are best for him, and I know he’s more willing to wear it out of spite. Thus, I inflict suffering on more people. A gift that keeps on giving.”

“I really feel like people don’t give him enough credit for being a chaotic bastard,” Dee mutters under his breath. “They forget we learned it from somewhere,” Orph agrees.

Day grins. “You’re all just feral gremlins by nature. Sure, I might have…nurtured a little–” “You kept telling dad jokes and bad puns until we banded together to stab you so you’d stop! That’s not a little nurture,” Atlas argues.

There’s a little hum of disagreement from Perce. “I mean…I didn’t grow up with him, so it’s not just that?” 

His eldest brother tells him, flatly, “Perseus, you got fuckin’ Monopoly banned because you decided to keep one-upping how much a fuckin’ bastard you were.”

Perce stares at his eldest brother for a long moment, head tilting to the side like he’s deciding something.

The youngest sighs and scoots his plate closer to himself in what seems like resignation.

“I’m the one who rigged everyone’s bedrooms with motion-activated frog recordings. I also made it so I could shut it off specifically to fuck with Dee.”

The entire table is perfectly still for a single heartbeat.

And then chaos erupts; Dee lunges, Theo withdraws a set of throwing knives, Orph pulls out his crossbow, and Atlas shoots forward with his hands outstretched.

Perce laughs, tossing himself backwards and telling them tauntingly, “Too slow!”

As he nimbly darts away, his older brothers all speed after him.

At the table, Day hums to himself. “...Yeah, I probably brought that on myself. At least it wasn’t Theo this time.”

There’s a gleam in Lee’s eye that he suspects bodes badly for Perce’s health and/or sanity in the future. “You still can’t use the Swords and Shields punitively. I’ll ground you for a month.”

“It would be worth it,” Lee tells him. The gravity in his voice is definitely worrying. Day replies, “Two months, then. Use your power responsibly. It’s a bad precedent to set and one that would upset others. Do you really want to scare new people because there’s a ten year old with an army who uses it for petty revenge?”

His youngest sighs with visible reluctance. “Fineee. I’ll just– poison his food, or something.” “Only if it’s not lethal.”

Lee glares at him and says, outraged, “The others can just stab him!” “A hazard he’s aware of. Do you really want to make your brother afraid of food? And of you?”

The ten year old groans in defeat, wings slumping as he puts his head into his arms. “Buzzkill.” Day reaches over and pats his back. “We both know you’d hate yourself if you hurt others for more than just a short respawn.”

#asked&answered #chronotag #DayDreamer #ChaoticTheseus #EngineerDaedalus #MusicalOrpheus #JewelerAtlas #CleverPerseus #PoisonousAchilles #WasTakenAnarchy #long post #Day's parenting methods are unconventional #in his defense tho he didn't have parents and never really interacted with any decent examples of ones #but also light fratricide/patricide was a good way to hone their skills

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

Inosuke with a chaotic s/o?

just, the embodiment of chaos. Like, probably has rabies’s, always doing something, even in their fuckin sleep, and constantly getting hurt from doing stupid shit.

just straight up feral.

also has probably tried to fight hand in hand with a demon but almost died.

might have growled at a demon before, which was weird for everyone, but it worked, somewhat

🪶—

Hello first feather anon,I'm about to strike the fesr of god into Inosuke, my favorite menace.

INOSUKE

Inosuke was probably fighting something, probably Tanjiro, and when you started rustling around in the bushes or whatever, his head immediately snapped around and he started yelling

"HEY YOU WHATEVER YOU ARE! COME OUT YOU COWARD AND FIGHT ME!"

When you came out, Tanjiro was probably genuinely surprised you weren't a demon. Inosuke definitely thought you were though, But when he started charging at you, he promptly got his ass handed to him by a rabid gremlin that bites.

In the weird mansion where you were messing around with Inosuke, when you found a demon and it growled you growled back??

"(WRONGLY PRONOUNCED NAME) YOU RABID SQUIRREL! YOU GOT YOUR WEAPON STOLEN WHAT ARE YOU-"

"did they just- WAIT (badly pronounced name) NO STO-"

"Are they fighting that thing bare handed."

When you got your ass kicked he joined in, and you ended up with six (6) broken ribs and a few fingers broken too.

Hey I mean you did get his respect after that..?

Ok for plot reasons, you slept next to Inosuke.

And you also ended up crawling into his bed and shuffling around untill he woke up and almost tried to kill you.

I mean you did scare the living daylights outta him with those glow in the dark eyes of yours 💀💀

He keeps on calling you a rabid gremlin, to the point when he yells the word 'gremlin' you come running thinking you need to bite somebody.

Respects the fact you bite everybody. Except him. Then you start dating. And then the biting starts.

Your not even trying to be mean either he just has very bitable arms, I wanna sink my teeth into those things too.

Starts having top notch reflexes because you WILL lunge at him anywhere, anytime.

You guys are bandage buddies now, when one is at the butterfly mansion, chances are the other is gonna purposely get hurt so they can stay together.

Very cute menaces, my favorite ship, rabid s/I and Inosuke.

BONUS!!!!

Kamaboko squad!!

In some mission you had to go on, the demon took your weapon(s?) And you ended up biting and clawing anything that dared to look at you, Zenitsu was not spared that day, ended up with so many bandages everywhere on him.

Tanjiro

Probably a little concerned, but see your as his little sibling anyways.

Remember that scene where Nezuko just got turned and she tries to bite Tanjiro?

You and him except it's somebody you absolutely despise.

Zenitsu

You are a second, more feral version of Inosuke to him, even more scared when he finds out you and him are dating.

Low-key wonders how you both even know what dating is 💀

If you like Zenitsu in general, y'all end up with you throwing yourself at him and rubbing your face on his chest like a cat while Inosuke fumes, Tanjiro tried to get you off him so you can continue going to your next mission, and Zenitsu is screaming.

Nezuko

We're gonna assume your a little attached to her.

Probably sees you as her younger brother.

You probably are a very good dou in battle when Insouke isn't present, which is very surprising considering you are both probably very clingy.

If your a demon, you both go into the box while Insouke is raging about it.

If human, you make flower crowns at night.

Thank you so much for requesting!

Hope it didn't take to long!!

[uselessgaywhovian]

what the fuck is this energy y’all

#critical role #critical role cast #liam o'brein #is it feral? #is it just a fuckin' chaos gremlin? #i cannot define it #except #that this is the face of a man who would look into pandora's box and be unimpressed with its contents #y'know i feel like the rest of the cr crew doesn't get the credit they deserve for being absolute chaos gremlins #because they're in a room next to sam riegel #who screws the fuckin' curve for everyone

[writing2live]

vow of promises

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

genre: azure's fairy angsty book

warning: author's attempted breaking of your heart and grammatical errors

author's note: hello! i hope someone will read this. i'm just reposting this work of mine from my former account which i can't remember the password and edited some parts of it.

ps. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. i really want to interact with ya'll

'I remember the very first time I laid my eyes on you. I knew at that moment we were going to be at each other's throats. And as expected, we did. And it will be the favorite day that I've always cherished even if that means leaving another gush on my cheeks.'

"Don't you fucking tell me to move aside, stupid extra." You were taken aback by his lashing, laughing cynically as you clench your jaw when he sent you flying  The pain resonates at your rear and it was a perfect moment that you've had a not so-nice impression on your very first day at the hero course in UA.

"Fuckin' asshole!" You launched a clear hit on his face when he turn his back on you, completely lowering his guard down. If Aizawa didn't interjects, the two of you will end up in a bone crushing fight.

We've spent so much time together, with me being a leech to you half of the time, annoying the hell out of you, pestering you to have a bad day. My day will never be complete without you screaming my name just to insult me when you fell to one of my pranks again.

"Where's that fucking shitty woman?! Y/n! I swear I'm gonna rip your head off when I found you!" Your classmates' heads snapped towards your direction, silently questioning you what you did to the feral blond. You feign innocence, giggling at the curses he was enchanting while going down the stairs. Kirishima only shakes his head muttering how unmanly it is.

"Oh? That's if you can find me, gremlin!" You shout loudly enough before you hide yourself at Kiri's back, seeing him nearing you as you giggled like a child.

"Fuckin- I'm gonna fucking kill you for real! Don't you fucking hide behind shitty hair. I'm going to blast your stupid head off."

"I- uh...didn't do anything?"

Lo and behold, the masterpiece you've had drawn on Bakugou's face. Different colors of permanent markers were painted like a doodle. You heard them gasps, mumbling how the hell he can wipe that off. Tenya looked at you in disappointment and it's enough for you to realize that you've gone too far.

Sparks were flying from his hands as he activated his quirk, really serious about impaling you. You held your arms up, waving a white handkerchief as you surrender, lips quivering to hold the soft laughs in your mouth.

"L-look, it's only fair! You burned my uniform. I'm only doing it for revenge."

"That's because you fucking threw a bottle of ketchup on my notes, you lil piece of shit!"

"I didn't threw it, it was an accident! I fucking dropped it 'kay? It was your fault for leaving your things in the kitchen." Truth be told, you accidentally dropped the bottle...but you may or may not used the paper to wipe it off the floor.

The day ended up with you locked up in his room while helping him clean up his face. It was the class president's idea to do it which was also supported by your homeroom teacher who happens to passed by the chaos. You were quite thankful for Iida's suggestion since the two of you were slowly warming up, having a truce, and rarely on each other's throats. That was when you decided to proclaim yourself as his bestfriend aside from the red haired boy.

The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the evangelical architecture followed by the roaring of thunder harmonizes with the beats of melancholy drumming inside your heart.

Clutching tightly around the bouquet of hydrangea and irises with your trembling hands, you let out a heavy sigh as you wait for the instruction of the organizer. The smooth fabric clinging perfectly to your body with the flower crown nestled on top of your head almost makes you feel perfect and pretty.

The organ that's trapped in your rib cage hammering violently against your chest as it silently screams its agony—only you who can hear it. You shut your eyes tightly while you're barely containing the bottled up emotions. No, you aren't going to break down now. You shouldn't ruin it. If anyone is going to pay attention to you, they might think that you're going crazy with all the mumbling of convincing yourself to stay put.

You, then, watch the organizer standing by the huge, oak door that was adorned by the hints of purple and pink hues, nervously glancing inside while making sure that everything goes according to the plan. Of course, everything should be running smoothly for this very special day. She got to witness the wedding of the famous pro-hero in Japan. Of course, she got to do her job right for this intimate occasion.

As you saw her raising her hand— a signal that it was your turn to walk down the aisle, you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat, preparing yourself not to crumble to pieces. The ache on the left side slowly spreading all throughout your body as they opened the door.

Harsh lighting coming from the huge chandeliers blinding your eyes when you stepped inside the sacred room. All eyes were dead set on you. Familiar ones met your gaze—friends, families, and some pro-heroes. The wedding was kept from the public, not wanting any unwanted attention from the media, so the invitation was limited to their close circle.

The tune of very familiar melody hits your ears, A Thousand Years is smoothly playing in the background, echoing across the walls of the church. The pitter-patter of the precipitation against the roof mixing in, the gods' way of sending their sympathy to your forlorn heart.

Different pairs of eyes lingering at your form while the anxiousness eating your insides making you wish that you'll melt into a puddle. You never really like the attention and with the tangled wires in your brain, one wrong move is all it takes for the welling up in your eyes to burst like a dam and that's the last thing you wanted to happen.

It was fate that decided that things are better off this way. After all, it was supposed to be like this. It was already destined from the start and you hate the universe for that.

It's dreading. It's hurting you. The pain is too much to bear for your vulnerable state. But there's nothing you can do about it but to wish happiness upon others.

For a moment, you blamed yourself for the hasty decision you've made. You should just have stayed home or fly across the other side of the world when you received the invitation. You should have just have Mina relayed your best wish and not attend the event. You shouldn't have trusted yourself, believing at your foolishness that you'll make through it. You shouldn't have thought it lightly.

One step and it almost makes your knees buckles and swayed slightly. The five-inch heels that the pink girl insisted did a worse part. Who knew that walking through the aisle is the most difficult thing to do...especially when you're not the bride. You don't know what face you're making of. You just wish that the faux smile plastered on your face didn't make you look pathetic and broken.

Amidst the ocean of eyes, you're eyes found him like there was some kind of magnet in it drawing yours to his infinite pools of red. Just like back in your high school days, it was always him. It never change.

There he was, standing near the altar, clad in a tailored suit that perfectly hugged his body with his unkempt blond locks and your favorite scowl that permanently painted on his face. His vermilion eyes locked with yours, sensing the softness in it that he only unravel to you which you've painfully mistaken of him sharing the same feeling with you.

'I was the one who witness your bare soul. I was there when you've had enough of the bullshits around you, comforting you when you let out your frustrations. I've witnessed how strong you've become and the weakness you're fighting back in order to chased your dreams. Pursuing your goal to be the greatest hero who'll surpass All Might.

I told that you are already the greatest hero for me which you only replied with a roll of your eyes and a smirk.'

You saw him shift his weight to the other foot, jaw clenching, and fists balling up on his sides—his actions that you were familiar with. He's nervous.

As much as you want to shout an encouragement and assure him that everything's going well, it seems that you're the one who needs it the most for you are so close to tearing up and bawl your eyes out. It's frustrating and painful and hopeless. It's torture. But as a dear friend you are, you winked at him, then you did the archer stance, arms raising steadily with the bouquet on your right hand, shooting him your famous invisible arrow. You heard your classmate's giggles as they witnessed again your legendary 'Love Arrow Attack'

You offered him your saccharine smile when you saw how he rolled his eyes at your quirkiness. With your little gesture, you know it's enough to calm down his nerves when you saw him easing his stance while the corners of his mouth tugging a bit upwards—the rare smile that didn't fail to make your heart leapt.

You know him too well. His body. His favorites. His moodiness. His scent. His body language. You know him so much that you can write an entire whole ass book dedicated for the pro-hero. You just knew him.

'You didn't know it but I fell in your trap. Hardly. Every scrunch of your eyebrow and clicking of your tongue were memorized by my brain. Every insulting nicknames that left past your lips where automatically translated into a sweet endearment. Those moments where you shouts my name, scolding me for my clumsiness, or those little skin contact we had. I still remember all of it. It's forever etched in my mind, imprinted those once in a lifetime memories.

You continued walking, finding your balance as you slowly dragging your feet towards his direction. You remember the organizer reminding you to walk slowly and enjoy the moment. You have the urge to slap her face and scream at her that there's nothing to enjoy about. That walking at an agonizingly slow strides towards the altar where he's standing inflicts a deep pain. That you feel any emotions but the positive ones while the reality struck you hard. It is their wedding. And you can't feel anything to enjoy it.

I was greedy, selfish. I wanted everything goes according to my plan. If I want something, I make sure that it always ended up in my palms. That's how full of selfish desires I have. But...you can't just really go against fate, right? Being with you taught me things about love. They say that when people's in love, all they wish is happiness for each other.

That's why I'm here. Seeing you happy is enough for me to back down.'

As your feet trampled the purple petals sprawling across the red carpet, fat tears slowly dripping to your cheeks. It's blurring your vision yet you still continue to close the gap between the two of you.

One.

Three.

Four steps, you're face to face. You hide your sobs with a chuckle as you wipe the tears that's straining your makeup.

"143 637!" You shouted but it only makes the blond wrinkled his forehead, clearly confused at your cryptic message. "What the fuck you tryna sayin'?"

You shakes your head, relief flooded your body. "Nah, just trying the sweepstakes. Easy money."

"Fuckin' sappy, shitty woman." He grumbles as you hugged him. So tight that you felt him tensed up.

One last hug.

"I-I was just so happy. Thought you'll die single." You stood beside him, facing the door that's slowly opening.

'I'll still support you. I'll always be here whenever you need me. I'll always love you even if we didn't end up together. Because I'll always be your bestfriend.'

#azure's collection #tey writes #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha angst #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bnha fluff

[thecampfirestory]

what's up with this campfire thing? what are the roles? virgil is babey? what IS a campfire AU?

Okay so Dee and Remus are cool ass seniors in highschool but theyre also dumbasses who run away from cops and literally everyone thinks they are dating but they are not and will never be

Virgil is a WEIRD ass kid, fuckin obsessed with cryptids, have a shit ton of nightmares but most of them dont scare them anyways, they do NOT have regards for their own safety. Stoopid. No gender only chaos. Never grew out of their creepy child phase. Keeps a journal in which they draw and write about the monsters in their nightmare and everyone has thought they need a therapist at least once upon finding out about the journal

Logan is still book smart but with the power of friendship he learned to be feral and is chaotic gremlin number 2. He also plays guitar and thats super epic awesum. Loves music festivals. Insults everyone but in a v loving way. Hes also a fukin gamer bro fuck yeah. Probably plays Friday the 13th with Patton at ungodly hours of the night

Patton is a cheerleader and thats epic cool but he also has anger issues (this kid has both mommy and daddy issues dear god please help him), he usually puts on this happy-go-lucky facade at school and his round glasses and colorful clothes are literally only to appear friendly. But when hes with ppl he trusts he tries to be more open abt his feelings. His favorite sport is smacking Logan and Virgil on the head

Roman is an ABSOLUTE sweetheart. Babey. Pure boy. Loves everyone. He greets you like he hasnt seen you in like 10 years even though it has only been like an hour. Hes very selfless and a little bit of an introvert. At this point hes just Virgil, Patton, and Logan's babysitter but you'll never hear a complain from him because he loves them sm

#ask #theres the FAQ but i wanted to make this shitposty GSJDHDJDH

[isa-ghost]

hbomb, bbh, philza, optional antfrost?

hbomb: a stream you find yourself rewatching all the time

I don't USUALLY rewatch streams BUT I think if I got hit with enough nostalgia I'd go to Wilbur's YouTube and just rewatch the whole L'Manburg arc up until the Manburg-Pogtopia war. I miss the independence war. :( It was just really satisfying to watch Wilbur be so quick thinking and good with his words as a General. Revivebur and Villbur are pretty and all but like. [Yells in crimeboys enjoyer]

badboyhalo: what piece of cursed lore is your favourite?

The Samsung fridge. Its obligatory. I was there for that stream. And was hilariously afk for it. And that resulted in this clip of me making Phil lose his shit because I was SO CONFUSED when I came back to the stream. .... Oh my god according to the clip that was 7 months ago.

philza: who on the smp would you like to be best friends with?

BENCHTRIO. But also Wilbur. And Eret. And Puffy is so sweet and fun too- *deep inhale*

Tommy and I are super similar and I THRIVE on the rare glimpses of Genuine Tom Simons we get in Q&As and such. He just seems so fun and sweet.

Ranboo is so damn funny. And also seems like the type of friend you could just sit and quietly exist with and it's perfectly chill. But also I'm one of those feral gremlin friends and one of my best friends is just like Ranboo where you're off the shits and he just "WHY" and its so funny to watch them try and deal with your crackhead ass.

Tubbo is a blend of Tommy and Ranboo WITH BONUS FERAL and so much goddamn creativity and spontaneity. Tubbo seems like the friend that when my energy is low, he knows exactly how to rile me back up no matter how crappy I'm feeling, and something about the way He specifically riles me up would genuinely make me feel better, rather than reluctantly scraping up energy to keep up.

Wilbur I could fucking listen to for HOURS. His voice is lovely, he's such an interesting, smart, funny person and he's super knowledgeable about things I can't retain to save my life. I'd LOVE to get into deep hours long conversations with him OR watch him devolve into an absolute goblin as he plays Geoguessr or something else. And friendship activities aside? I feel like he's that friend that- if he isn't Also feeling shitty -could say just the right thing to swat away a bad mental health day with the perfect words every time. He just has such a confident, reassuring energy to him when he's not being our loveable little crime man.

Eret is a chill, down to earth, fun person and also FELLOW QUEER. :D I could 100% see myself hanging out at a mall with him or staying home if going out isn't the vibe and platonically cuddling while we fuck around on YouTube or binge a show. They have the Range(tm) and I love that.

Puffy same as Eret honestly. With the chaos cranked up a little. I would GLADLY hang out inside or outside with her, or just screw around in a game and do whatever. I love her voice, I love her energy, and I love her affectionate pranking.

Genuinely, I admire like 90% of the SMP members so much, I'd die to spend a day with any of them. I'd lose my mind if I got to actually befriend any of them. Fuck the clout that'd probably bring with it, these people made quarantine bearable for me, and gave me a new hyperfixation that has driven my creative muse INSANE in the best way. If I got to verbally thank them and then have the time to get past all the appreciation and praise that'd pour out of me to talk about other things or do something fun with them? I'd fuckin ascend tbh.

antfrost: be honest, who do you simp for?

In character? L'Manburg independence era Wilbur 1000%. He's what REALLY roped me into hyperfixating on the SMP. Also Eret, Puffy, and on/off Sam n Niki. Idk man they may not be who we see rooted DEEP in the ""main"" lore but those four get on some Hot Girl Shit sometimes and my pan ass goes 👀. Like Warden Sam when we saw him the first time Tommy visited the prison? HOLY FFFFFUCK DUDE. I got OC INSPIRATION from that shit! MMM. Honestly I bet there's more people not coming to my mind right away too.

Out of character? I mean. Almost the same answer tbh. Wilbur, Eret, Puffy, and Niki make the pan brain go brrr. They're SO PRETTY. Like not even an "I would hypothetically date them" pretty, just *inhales and claps* PRETTY. Like,, would I date them if that was a thing I could do? Hell yeah. They're all lovely people both physically and in a social sense.

And I don't feel comfortable saying a lot about Ranboo because he's a minor and I am Not, but I think he's a very handsome boy too. Definitely aesthetically speaking. >_> No "would I date" type shit there. Nuh uh, that's Yikes. But I would like to hug the crap out of him. I am Very Short and he is Very Tall and I want to hug the noodle man.

[ldyinblckmsk]

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X F! Reader

Genre: Angst(?)

Words: 2k

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'I remember the very first time I laid my eyes on you. I knew at that moment we were going to be at each other's throats. And as expected, we did. And it will be the favorite day that I've always cherished even if that means leaving another gush on my cheeks.'

"Don't you fucking tell me to move aside, stupid extra." You were taken aback by his lashing, laughing cynically as you clench your jaw when he sent you flying The pain resonates at your rear and it was a perfect moment that you've had a not so-nice impression on your very first day at the hero course in UA.

"Fuckin' asshole!" You launched a clear hit on his face when he turn his back on you, completely lowering his guard down. If Aizawa didn't interjects, the two of you will end up in a bone crushing fight.

We've spent so much time together, with me being a leech to you half of the time, annoying the hell out of you, pestering you to have a bad day. My day will never be complete without you screaming my name just to insult me when you fell to one of my pranks again.

"Where's that fucking shitty woman?! Y/n! I swear I'm gonna rip your head off when I found you!" Your classmates' heads snapped towards your direction, silently questioning you what you did to the feral blond. You feign innocence, giggling at the curses he was enchanting while going down the stairs. Kirishima only shakes his head muttering how unmanly it is.

"Oh? That's if you can find me, gremlin!" You shout loudly enough before you hide yourself at Kiri's back, seeing him nearing you as you giggled like a child.

"Fuckin- I'm gonna fucking kill you for real! Don't you fucking hide behing shitty hair. I'm going to blast your stupid head off."

"I- uh...didn't do anything?"

Lo and behold, the masterpiece you've had drawn on Bakugou's face. Different colors of permanent markers were painted like a doodle. You heard them gasps, mumbling how the hell he can wipe that off. Tenya looked at you in disappointment and it's enough for you to realize that you've gone too far.

Sparks were flying from his hands as he activated his quirk, really serious about impaling you. You held your arms up, waving a your white handkerchief as you surrender, lips quivering to hold the soft laughs in your mouth.

"L-look, it's only fair! You burned my uniform. I'm only doing it for revenge."

"That's because you fucking threw a bottle of ketchup on my notes, you lil piece of shit!"

"I didn't threw it, it was an accident! I fucking dropped it 'kay? It was your fault for leaving your things in the kitchen." Truth be told, you accidentally dropped the bottle...but you may or may not used the paper to wipe it off the floor.

The day ended up with you locked up in his room while helping him clean up his face. It was the class president's idea to do it so which was supported by your homeroon teacher who happens to passed by the chaos. You were quite thankful for Iida since the two of you were slowly warming up, having a truce, and rarely on each other's throats.

That was when you became his bestfriend aside from the red haired boy.

It was fate that decided that things are better off this way. After all, it was supposed to be like this. It was already destined from the start and you hate the universe for that.

It's dreading. It's hurting you. The pain is too much to bear for your vulnerable state. But there's nothing you can do about it but to wish happiness upon others.

The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the evangelical architecture followed by the roaring of thunder harmonizes with the beats of melancholy drumming inside your heart.

Clutching tightly around the bouquet of hydrangea and irises with your trembling hands, you let out a heavy sigh as you wait for the instruction of the organizer. The smooth fabric clinging perfectly to your body with the flower crown nestled on top of your head almost makes you feel perfect and pretty.

The organ that's trapped in your rib cage hammering violently against your chest as it silently screams its agony—only you who can hear it. You shut your eyes tightly while you're barely containing the bottled up emotions. No, you aren't going to break down now. You shouldn't ruin it. If anyone is going to pay attention to you, they might think that you're going crazy with all the mumbling of convincing yourself to stay put.

You, then, watch the organizer standing by the huge, oak door that was adorned by the hints of purple and pink hues, nervously glancing inside while making sure that everything goes according to the plan. Of course, everything should be running smoothly for this very special day. She gotta witness the wedding of the famous pro-hero in Japan. Of course, she gotta do her job right for this intimate occasion.

As you saw her raising her hand— a signal that it was your turn to walk down the aisle, you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat, preparing yourself not to crumble to pieces. The ache on the left side slowly spreading all throughout your body as they opened the door.

Harsh lighting coming from the huge chandeliers blinding your eyes when you stepped inside the sacred room. All eyes were dead set on you. Familiar ones met your gaze—friends, families, and some pro-heroes. The wedding was kept from the public, not wanting any unwanted attention from the media, so the invitation was limited to their close circle.

The tune of very familiar melody hits your ears, A Thousand Years is smoothly playing in the background, echoing across the walls of the church. The pitter-patter of the precipitation against the roof mixing in, the gods' way of sending their sympathy to your forlorn heart.

Different pairs of eyes lingering at your form while the anxiousness eating your insides making you wish that you'll melt into a puddle. You never really like the attention and with the tangled wires in your brain, one wrong move is all it takes for the welling up in your eyes to burst like a dam and that's the last thing you wanted to happen.

For a moment, you blamed yourself for the hasty decision you've made. You should just have stayed home or fly across the other side of the world when you received the invitation. You should have just have Mina relayed your best wish and not attend the event. You shouldn't have trusted yourself, believing at your foolishness that you'll make through it. You shouldn't have thought it lightly.

One step and it almost makes your knees buckles and swayed slightly. The five-inch heels that the pink girl insisted did a worse part. Who knew that walking through the aisle is the most difficult thing to do...especially when you're not the bride. You don't know what face you're making of. You just wish that the faux smile plastered on your face didn't make you look pathetic and broken.

Amidst the ocean of eyes, you're eyes found him like there was some kind of magnet in it drawing yours to his infinite pools of red. Just like back in your highschool days, it was always him. It never change.

There he was, standing near the altar, clad in a tailored suit that perfectly hugged his body with his unkempt blond locks and your favorite scowl that permanently painted on his face. His vermilion eyes locked with yours, sensing the softness in it that he only unravel to you which you've painfully mistaken of him sharing the same feeling with you.

'I was the one who witness your bare soul. I was there when you've had enough of the bullshits around you, comforting you when you let out your frustrations. I've witnessed how strong you've become and the weakness you're fighting back in order to chased your dreams. Pursuing your goal to be the greatest hero who'll surpass All Might.

I told that you are already the greatest hero for me which you only replied with a roll of your eyes and a smirk.'

You saw him shift his weight to the other foot, jaw clenching, and fists balling up on his sides—his actions that you were familiar with. He's nervous.

As much as you want to shout an encouragement and assure him that everything's going well, it seems that you're the one who needs it the most for you are so close to tearing up and bawl your eyes out. It's frustrating and painful and hopeless. It's torture. But as a dear friend you are, you winked at him, then you did the archer stance, arms raising steadily with the bouquet on your right hand, shooting him your famous invisible arrow. You heard your classmate's giggles as they witnessed again your legendary 'Love Arrow Attack'

You offered him your saccharine smile when you saw how he rolled his eyes at your quirkiness. With your little gesture, you know it's enough to calm down his nerves when you saw him easing his stance while the corners of his mouth tugging a bit upwards—the rare smile that didn't fail to make your heart leapt.

You know him too well. His body. His favorites. His moodiness. His scent. His body language. You know him so much that you can write an entire whole ass book dedicated for the pro-hero. You just knew him.

'You didn't know it but I fell in your trap. Hardly. Every scrunch of your eyebrow and clicking of your tongue were memorized by my brain. Every insulting nicknames that left past your lips where automatically translated into a sweet endearment. Those moments where you shouts my name, scolding me for my clumsiness, or those little skin contact we had. I still remember all of it. It's forever etched in my mind, imprinted those once in a lifetime memories.

You continued walking, finding your balance as you slowly dragging your feet towards his direction. You remember the organizer reminding you to walk slowly and enjoy the moment. You have the urge to slap her face and scream at her that there's nothing to enjoy about. That walking at an agonizingly slow strides towards the altar where he's standing inflicts a deep pain. That you feel any emotions but the positive ones while the reality struck you hard. It is their wedding. And you can't feel anything to enjoy it.

I was greedy, selfish. I wanted everything goes according to my plan. If I want something, I make sure that it always ended up in my palms. That's how full of selfish desires I have. But...you can't just really go against fate, right? Being with you taught me things about love. They say that when people's in love, all they wish is happiness for each other.

That's why I'm here. Seeing you happy is enough for me to back down.'

As your feet trampled the purple petals sprawling across the red carpet, fat tears slowly dripping to your cheeks. It's blurrinng your vision yet you still continue to close the gap between the two of you.

One.

Three.

Four steps, you're face to face. You hide your sobs with a chuckle as you wipe the tears that's straining your makeup.

"143 637!" You shouted but it only makes the blond wrinkled his forehead, clearly confused at your cryptic message. "What the fuck you tryna sayin'?"

You shakes your head, relief flooded your body. "Nah, just trying the sweepstakes. Easy money."

"Fuckin' sappy, shitty woman." He grumbles as you hugged him. So tight that you felt him tensed up.

One last hug.

"I-I was just so happy. Thought you'll die single." You stood beside him, facing the door that's slowly opening.

'I'll still support you. I'll always be here whenever you need me. I'll always love you even if we didn't end up together. Because I'll always be your bestfriend.'

"143 637, Katsu. I love you, always and forever." You mumbled under your breath.

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[frnkiebby]

the subject is back in containment~🎃

#the other NJ cryptid #he’s so dumb i love him #it’s always a fuckin chainlink fence #fucking goofball #honestly the fucking cutest #feral chaos gremlin #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[frnkiebby]

another one where that fucking face is either innocent or concerning~🎃

#is he just holding air in his mouth? #is it water? #is he gonna be a gremlin and spit?? #no one knows #ever #it’s a high chance of feral chaos gremlin activities though with franks track record #god i love him so much #the fuckin prettiest #jfc #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[frnkiebby]

LOOK at HIM~🎃

#he is a sweet innocent angel #capable of no wrong doing #just a kind gentle soul #always so peac— #jk. he’s a fuckin menace and i love him #feral chaos gremlin in rare form here #he must need to recharge #so he looks all sweet and we fawn all over him #then he lets go and trashes a drum kit. #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #mcr5 #mcrmy #frnkiero #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem