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hehe messing around with art breeder <3
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I know some people get mad about people leaving too many tags on their posts but that is Not Me. Tell me your thoughts boy I'm nosy as fuck
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failed my bechdel test AND my prostate exam 😮💨😮💨😮💨 #finalsweek
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please god i am so deathly sick of people saying like "how is this straight the writers are so dumb!" about literal actual gay media i don't know how to break it to you people but nbc hannibal is about two men who are attracted to each other. jennifer's body is about two women who are attracted to each other. i know you guys are used to only consuming captain america movies and the occasional mark zuckerburg biopic but there are writers who actually write gay people and they do in fact do so on purpose. you don't have to say "i can't believe the writers thought this was heterosexual" they literally did not
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characters will be like “i had a strange dream... probably nothing” like girl you're literally in a story
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POV two bestys <3
(Inspo from this post <3)
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Uh oh ficlet hehe <3
Aito sat at a table in a coffee place.
It wasn’t hard finding her target, her tia had taught her well, and he had enough information to find him easily enough. He was a shorter stature, with a bright blue streak in his hair that Aito immediately recognized from the picture she had of him as a child.
Jackson Jones was not a difficult man to find.
He wore a tag with JJ written on it, but what really let Aito know it was him, was the moles. Him and Akihiko had the same moles.
She had made sure Jackson wasn’t the one who served her, as she would need Akihiko to translate for her over the phone, but she watched him as Akihiko spoke. His eyebrows scrunched slightly in recognition, but he didn’t even pause what he was doing to think about it. He’s found him.
He wasn’t sure why he needed to find him. Just to prove that he could, probably. He snuck a picture of the man working, and saved it to a folder in her phone so she wouldn’t lose it. Akihiko hadn’t given him permission to interact, so he stood, collected his things, and walked out of the store with little comment, her tia on the phone talking about the beach. He would really enjoy some relaxing after all the work it took to find Jackson. He thought about sending the picture to Aki.
Instead he let his tia hang up.
And then he deleted the picture.
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top ten guys who love their sons :) number one. fumihito takao <3
Fumihito smiled, holding his son close as they both laid on their bellies. Aito loved looking at the plants in the forest, and loved all the bugs and birds even more. Though his wife made faces at it, Fumihito would always joke that Aito was part fey, given how easily he slunk and played in the forest, even where Fumihito struggled to follow.
But not now, right now they were quiet as mice, holding their breaths as they looked up through the bushes.
When he first saw it, Aito had grabbed his father’s leg tight, as if he feared the beast in the clearing just up ahead. Fumihito gasped, and put a finger to his lips. Aito shadowed him, being quiet as Fumihito lowered himself to his hands and knees. Aito again shadowed him, following close as they approached a nearby bush.
Aito’s eyes glittered as he looked at it. A buck, probably a juvenile, standing tall. He leaned over and sharpened his horns against the bark of a tree, and Aito reached up and touched her own horns. He looked at his dad with such childlike excitement that Fumihito could have cried. There was nothing in this world that Fumihito loved more than his son.
His stomach flipped as he heard it.
The buck ran off quickly.
Bleeding from the shoulder.
Aito screamed at the sound. He always feared loud noises, especially fireworks.
This sounded like fireworks.
Fumihito knew it wasn’t.
He grabbed his son tightly as another flew over them, sounding like a bird whizzing past. He kept them down as he covered his son with his body, yelling over his son’s crying. Begging for them to stop. He was with his child. Begging for them to stop shooting.
Wood cracked as it caught another stray. The buck howled. The sound of it falling frightening both father and son. Fumihito cried as he held Aito. His only child. His more precious thing. He’d give up his life for him, without even a moment’s hesitation.
The poacher ran over to them quickly, rambling about not even seeing them from his perch. Fumihito didn’t doubt that. And yet it didn’t matter.
“Go play somewhere else Aito.”
“Daddy-”
“Daddy’ll be right there, just gimme a minute.”
…
Fumito threw the gun aside. His arms were too sore to continue.
The man was still held down between his legs.
Bloodied.
He could have killed them.
He could have killed Aito.
Fumihito could have killed him.
The butt of the gun shone in the light
Sneaking between the leafs in the trees
Red with blood
He was still bleeding
He was still crying
The poacher was alive.
Fumihito stood.
He reached for his phone in his back pocket
And was met with nothing.
He looked around for it- possibly thrown in the struggle-
“Daddy?”
His son stepped out from behind a tree.
He held out his phone.
He’s been watching.
Eyes still bloodshot
Little hands still shaking
His cheeks were dry now
He hadn’t been crying.
Fumihito lifted his son into his arms.
He held him tighter than anything he’s ever held before.
He made a promise then, that no matter what.
He would keep his son safe.
He called the police about the poacher.
He left the forest with his son still in his arms.
He washed the blood from his shirt before his wife got home.
Aito talked about the deer over dinner.
He didn't mention anything else about that day.
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why is nobody obsessed with me. like thats the least you could do
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i love u, demon girl and cat boy <3
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do I tag this as unprepared casters?!? who knows 🤷🤷🤷 @kori-dearest
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They (are fucking weird as shit)
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[does a little sillie guy dance]
[haru borrowed from everybody’s fav <3 @compoundhero ]
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hehe aito going bonkers aito going ape <3
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Eat What You Kill.
Ball joke ball joke ball joke <3
There’s a lot of cameos in this bad boy, but I’ll only be tagging @boni-kazai-1y for their villain Fujin <3 also this happens pretty early in the attack, so if ur character has pretty much anything going on then, rabid aito is being a freak in the bg <3
Aito fell to her knees behind a table, shaking as she had finally escaped the terror of the party. Her dress tore as she tried to escape the stampeding crowds, and her side felt bruised from the pushing and shoving, but skin hadn’t torn yet. She was still mobile.
Aito crawled between tables, trying to find somewhere to hide when her ankle was grabbed and she was yanked under a nearby table.
“Sweetheart!” He was immediately wrapped up in a hug as Konekomaru held him, weeping as he brushed his hands over her, both seemingly to check for injury and to make sure she was actually there, and not just an illusion. “You’re ok! Please- please stay here-“
“I-I will baby- I will.” Aito huffed, also holding him close as she buried her face in his chest. “I-I’m scared Koneko- I- wh what if someone gets hurt and-“ Aito paused, tears threatening her eyes as she looked around. “W-where’s Ikuto? Koneko- Koneko where is Ikuto?” She asked, looking around as Konekomaru wiped his own tears away.
“I-I don’t know Aito- I haven’t-“
“Silence.” Aito barked in a whisper, looking out from under the table and shaking as she saw him, standing alone as someone stared him down. Aito watched, frozen as time slowed down.
It only took a single step from the villain for Aito to pounce.
He crashed into the man with little skill or grace, but with enough power to knock him over. Aito wanted to yell, to scream, to do anything that would get him away from Ikuto, but all he could make himself do was snarl, a croaking deep within her chest that shook her entire body. She landed on all fours, and for some reason, it clicked. Aito had moved this way before- but this time it felt different. It felt like this was the only way for her to move now. He pounced on the villain before either had an opportunity to think, pinning him down and scratching at him. There was a small fight, the villain grabbing at her arms as Aito tried to slash at him. She finally connected with his skin, and left a gash on his arm.
Something flooded Aito’s senses when he smelled the blood.
Something animal, something primal.
Something that felt much too dark to be human.
He growled again as the villain threw him off, landing on his back and quickly twisting himself back on all fours, tail whipping around in anger. He roared- something he was barely aware of being capable of- and ran back at the villain. She jumped at him, and landed square in his chest.
The villain fell back, and a sickening crack could be heard as his head hit the marble floor.
Aito grabbed his hair and did it again.
She beat his head against the ground with all her might.
She only succeeded twice before her wrists were grabbed.
He grabbed her and held her.
He tried to escape her claws- painful as they were still coming in.
She roared again.
And then something happened.
She felt short of breath.
It felt wrong.
He fought for air.
He knew the villain was doing this.
He still failed to scratch at him.
The room was getting hazy.
He couldn't breathe.
He saw an opening.
The villain was going this.
He could stop them.
There’s the opening.
Take the chance.
Do it now.
Aito has tasted her own blood before.
He has also tasted other people’s blood before.
He has never tasted life before.
Life tasted bitter, and warm.
It felt round and fat in his mouth.
He had bitten into the man’s throat.
He could breathe now.
He had succeeded.
Aito dug his teeth further into the man’s throat.
It felt like her jaw was stuck like that.
She wanted to pull away.
To tear him apart.
She opened her mouth before she moved away.
Blood gushed out of him.
Blood flowed down her chin.
And her dress.
He looked at this man.
He was gasping for his life.
Like Aito was not too long ago.
It didn’t feel like justice.
It felt like a necessity.
Necessity.
He now knows the meaning of necessity.
The villain needs air.
Aito needed something else.
…
Eat it.
Eat what you kill.
Do not waste.
Eat what you kill.
Aito had killed him.
Aito had made a man a carcass.
An object.
He had made him, an it.
Eat it.
Eat what you kill.
Do not waste.
Eat what you kill.
It would not be a murder.
It would be a meal.
It would have been a necessity.
He needed to kill it.
Eat it.
Eat what you kill.
Do not waste.
Eat what you kill.
Aito trotted away on all fours.
Blood dripped off of him.
He tracked handprints of blood away from it.
Away from the carcass.
Eat it.
Eat what you kill.
Do not waste.
Eat what you kill.
It felt as familiar as his heart beat.
And yet alien.
It wasn’t him.
It couldn’t be.
Eat it.
Eat what you kill.
Do not waste.
Eat what you kill.
She slightly came too.
Still non verbal.
Still so afraid.
But she saw him, and felt just a bit less so.
Aki.
Hiroharu Aki.
He saw him in trouble.
He ran to his aid.
Like a drum in his body that replaced his heart
He could still feel the impulse.
Eat it.
Eat what you kill.
Do not waste.
Eat what you kill.
#aito takao#bnha oc comeback#knha // kimi no hero academia#Arakan Ball Event#konekomaru yoshino#ikuto maekawa#aki hiroharu
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He’s the most cheerleader ever. U can get hype now.
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