It's 1am - Blog Posts

|| Okay, first of all, I know that even though there aren't so many people who publish about Dfo, but it makes me soooo happy that someone mention me for the first time in a post 😭 ||

|| And secondly, I've been thinking something, it may be crazy but what if the Midoriya family is not three members but four? ||

|| Something more or less like this ||

|| Now, I have some notes about the poster ||

|| Let's go for colors (Ignore that I made a mistake writing Unknown) ||

1) Blue: The old house of the Midoriya's

|| We all know that the Midoriyas at some point moved to their current house, since thanks to a memory of Izuku, it is seen that he lived for a short time in another location ||

[Comparison]

|| It looked in good condition, what happened to make them move? A fire perhaps? ||

|| It was an accident, or All For One was looking for an excuse to disappear a family member? (Unknown person) ||

|| If Afo wanted to disappear Izuku or "Unknown" who would stop him? ||

|| Inko? She is very manipulative ||

|| Izuku? He was possibly 2/3 years old when that happened, he most likely doesn't remember it ||

|| Also... ||

|| It seems like "Unknown" is trying to find a place (the old house? Maybe that's why there is a close-up of a house) or someone ||

|| Plus it could also mean that the Midoriya family was breaking/burning over the years (A Father and a sibling in one side and a Mother and a other sibling in the other) ||

((If you want to know more about the topic of houses, I leave this post here))

2) Green: A torn/burned part of the poster

|| You can see that a part of the poster is missing, maybe someone else was there ||

|| It doesn't look burned (Which could mean that the possible fire was not an accident) ||

|| That part was torn off (Afo took a member of the Midoriya family by force, because surely Inko would never allow someone to take one of her children) ||

3) Red: The Midoriya's family

|| It looks like All For One, Izuku and Inko are there. And a person in the background (Who we will assume is "Unknown" although it could also reflect the other side of Afo [the villain]) ||

|| "Unknown" is away from the family, in the dark (Also, something I thought is that "Unknown" is crying because for Afo's death [If they were together for so long it is likely that "Unknown" took a kind of affection for him like with Tenko]) ||

|| "Unknown" possibly believes that since Afo is dead, he should take his place ||

Or well Idk, it's the only thing I thought about right now (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

✧ Thanks to @psychomurderz for knowing how to explain the topic of the Midoriya houses better than me (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠ [😭] ✧

I was just looking at your post and doesn't it remind you of Afo, Inko and Izuku!!?!?!?

@mallas28 @tengoku-izumi @huiiiooo @diospore @donkeys-waffles @vam1mav What do you think? 👀

Little Ajax dies

ok actually I'm very sleepy so. I'll work on it later today (after I've woken up) !!

hi everyone which character angst are we feeling up to today⁉️

error should brush his teeth

they yellow asf

I bet that mofo’s breath stinks from eating all that chocolate

dirty ass hoe

"you're safe with me babe, you can sleep. i'm not leaving, you know..." they just smiled while staring at you getting active again. you wanted to believe them but how? what if they needed someting and needed your help to find it? what if they couldn't sleep? it was the first time they were coming over to your house after five months of relationship. "are you sure?" you asked. they didnt even repond. simply wrapping their arm around your waist and then they hugged you tight against them. they put their head on your back and sigh hapily. you were feeling so calm for the first time since so long, too long. tighly squeezed against them, feeling their warmth spread throught your body. honestly, you just knew that this relationship wasnt gonna last. they were going to leave you so you just wanted to enjoy this pure moment of happiness. yeah they were gonna leave you, because you were not like them. you weren't really smart, not pretty funny either and certainly not pretty. you often think about the fact that they maybe do not even love you, that this is a bet given by their friends to make fun of you. but five month is pretty long for a stupid bet, right ? you didn't know at this point, staring blankly at the wall. you wanted to cry. great, here you go again, always getting so fucking emotive and for nothing. of course they were gonna leave you, you were just so damn boring.

but you just wanted a hug.

I love Avior so much, like I want him to make me have to pull out the dictionary mid bounce.

Okay so it’s 1am and I SHOULD be asleep but instead have this, curtousy of my idiot, sleep-deprived brain

(Probably a fic soon to follow)

It’s 1am go to sleep

1am thought of the day: "The Lorax is a christ figure."

Goodnight everyone.

your first mission with simon ghost riley didn't go very well.

cw: smutty, ghosts a brat

the cell door you had been working to override had slammed in ghost's face, and at his attempt to open it, you could hear him mutter a curse under his breath.

"fuckin' hell."

"what happened?" you walked over to where he was, and once you tried to pull on the same door, you realized. you two were stuck in the cramped, dark and wet jail cell.

"fuck,” you exhaled and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"stop copying me, cunt."

"oh go to hell, ghost."

"no thanks, i'm trying to get as far away as possible from ya, baby."

you groan out in frustration and banged your head against one of the bars, the condensation sticking to your hair, and all ghost could do was chuckle at you.

"you're so fucking dense."

"eat shit," you hissed out as you swung a closed fist at his chest.

once you made contact, you knew that it was very possible it was your last moments before death.

simon crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor while shaking his head, "tsk," he took a step towards you, "always gotta be so physical," he shoved you back, causing your body to slam against the brick wall.

and guess what? you shoved him the fuck back.

"if you think for one second," you shoved him again, this time pulling his shoulder strap down so he was at eye level with you, "that I'm gonna let you throw me around just cause you want to, you're fucking hilarious. you've got a lotta nerve to even think about touching me, let alone push me back when I've pushed you first-“

ghost grabbed both of your arms from the front of you and shoved them behind your back, pushing your tits out from your shirt and right below his face. he looked down at your cleavage before bouncing back to your eyes, "y'wanna know what I think?" he spat right down the valley of your breasts and watched his saliva snake down your shirt, "i think you like it."

you squirmed under his weight, under his eyes. "fuck. you."

"you. wish."

ghost wasn't an idiot. he could feel the way you were rubbing your thighs together, how your pupils were dilating by the second and the soft pants coming out of your mouth.

"I'm saying all this, baby 'cause I know, if I were to fuck you right now, you'd probably be the best pussy I'd felt in years. maybe ever. I'd wanna take you home and do it over and over again until you're gasping for a break. I'd feed you well. id take care of you. I would fucking love you until death. but that's not who I am, and that's sure as fuck not who you are."

you watched his eyes gaze down to your lips as he lowered his head to yours.

"why not?" you whispered.

"because, baby, I don't fuck women who don't want to. I like wet pussy, not scared pussy. I want it hard and rough but I don't wanna break you forever. and unfortunately, I'll bet you a million dollars that if I reached down and checked right now, your sweet pussy wouldn't be wet. not even close. right?"

you gulped as his fingers realized one of your wrists and snaked down the side of your thigh, "that's a lot of money."

he slithered his hand back up to your waist band before sneaking a finger inside, "isn't it?" you could barely hear his smirk through his words over the intense volume of your heartbeat. you knew for a fact, that someone just lost a lot of money.

as ghost swiped a finger down the middle of your panties, he groaned, "fuck, I'm gonna be bankrupt aren't I?"

"its a stupid bet to make after spitting on a woman's tits."

Okay, but counterpoint to all the angsty Bruce-bleeding-out:

Bruce is relieved. All his life, it's felt like Gotham has called to him, a siren song not even pretending to be pleasant but enthralling all the same. She's had him in a vice grip since that night and he's always known it deep in his heart.

So, when he's laying there curled against a wall, feet away from the spot that claimed his parents' lives, it all makes sense. Gotham's mercy always came with a price. He had thought it was his parents, but that was never true. His parents' debt had been called in that night and his own had begun - Gotham's lucky owed her their souls and she would always collect.

And yet, for Bruce, it doesn't feel like a punishment. He looks up at the raining heavens, the cold water soaking through the suit, and asks her, "Is it finally over?"

She doesn't answer, of course. The sky just rumbles with thunder, not even any lightning.

He knows he's dying. There's already too much blood washed away by the water to recover from. He wants to take off the cowl, suddenly suffocated by the duty she'd placed on him. He's being freed from his task, and he wants to feel the water wash through his hair. She exerts her influence over him one last time to stop him - if his identity gets revealed, the children will be in danger - but grants him the energy to roll onto his back. The cool water will work its way under the cowl enough for him.

"I get to stop now?" He asks.

His body feels more sluggish and the aches he almost forgets he has leave him, no longer compelled forward by her relentless drive. He knows this feeling - death is coming. But for once, it feels ... permanent. Gotham's cold, dark tendrils had been wrapped around his heart and soul for most of his life, laying their claim on him. But tonight, he felt them slip away and this death ... this death feels like the real one. It's not cold or scary, just peacefully empty. He has done his job, fulfilled his role.

Batman dies, spilling out the same blood he was baptized in, born from.

As for Bruce Wayne, well ... he's back home, of course, finally resting.

hi…..first of all how dare you? second of all how dare you. third of all how DARE you—-

Tell me why it's 1 AM, and I just made pancakes for breakfast in advance while listening to this song on repeat. Even as I eat one pancake on my bed, I am still listening to this ear candy.

IM I'M SORRY FOR THE DISRESPECT @fluffffpillow BUT I HAD TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS!