Living Weapon PTSD

the marker of a batkid, even after several iterations of costumes and identities, is a bearing of something almost like nobility. they hold themselves like the Bat — like they think they’re better than you. they are better than you, but most of them are still too polite to say that.

living weapon whumpee getting grievously injured and being in shock. not aware of the danger. trying to keep moving, stumbling forward blearily, even as everyone around her yells at her to sit the fuck down. fighting everyone who tries to hold her down.

all grown up

kofi request: dabi and shigaraki as friends <3

Ghostshipping

a collection of sketches motivated by the question "what if the abuse happens but Touya stays?"

(k0fi) dabi being an awkward flirt <3

‧₊˚🪻✩ scent prompts

¹⁾ cigarette smoke

²⁾ cheap, dollar-store cologne

³⁾ pavement slabs after rain

⁴⁾ burning popcorn

⁵⁾ pungent gasoline

⁶⁾ heady amber incense

⁷⁾ salty sea air

⁸⁾ freshly turned earth

⁹⁾ sharp lemon zest

¹⁰⁾ floral laundry detergent

¹¹⁾ acrid black smoke

¹²⁾ stale sweat

¹³⁾ sweet coconut body wash

¹⁴⁾ rich coffee beans

¹⁵⁾ sautéing garlic

¹⁶⁾ iron-tinged blood

¹⁷⁾ sharp acetone

¹⁸⁾ crisp mint toothpaste

¹⁹⁾ synthetic cleaning supplies

²⁰⁾ cheap hotel hand soap

²¹⁾ pristine paperbacks

²²⁾ expensive, luscious perfume

²³⁾ cheap, waxy candles

²⁴⁾ grass cuttings

²⁵⁾ dense smoke

Dear followers, today I offer you: this bullshit

Tomorrow: who knows

my brother's keeper