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Parisian hipster wall art
"✩‧₊ i wish i could be a fish so i wouldn'T have To pay Taxes"
-- Tezend Mushix
︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶ Tezend Mushix He/She/They/It Genderfluid Pansexual 9 Sweeps old (19) Knight of Heart (Derse) ─────────────────────────── ✩‧₊ goT 2 sTay #Trendy #silly ─────────────────────────── - Famous for her music and other services - Lives in the land of Cameras and Curses, A social media influencers hotspot for content, being the most populated city on their planet with 947,021 inhabitants [67% of the population] - Their Lusus is a JackFerret named Jubatus - Has social links all throughout the planet - Her "weapon" of choice is an Electric Guitar and AMP - He enjoys techno music (she also makes techno music), glam rock, angsty romantic heroes, and hot air balloons. - They host some of the biggest parties on the plant ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶ Her Playlist ⁺ . ✦ FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR MORE INFO ABOUT IT!
i havent used character ai in over two years lmao but i remembered i made one of him :p i was talking to him about among us and he started venting LMAO
Saw this ai generated cookie on Pinterest and he's mine now
You only smile like that when you’re drinkin’🖤
This place is so fun always
Love my green jeans!
Aaaghhhh!!!!! I'm s creaming
a longer, more insane version of this post. @dcsiremc, you always give me the most insane cases of brainrot, i swear tw: yandere
"Please, please, my boyfriend! He's trapped inside, you have to save him!"
Bakugo took a brief second to look into your eyes — tear stained and wide with fear — before he unwillingly ripped them away to gaze at the burning building in front of him. He had a job to do.
"Don't worry," he reassured you, large hand on your shoulder guiding you further away from the flames. He gently shoved you in the direction of the sidewalk, closer to his peers already working to douse the fire, urging you to safety. "I'll take care of him."
Bakugo knew that time was of the essence. A house like yours, the burning flames could eat up the old wooden walls quicker than one could even blink. They could do a lot worse to a person.
Slipping the bulky shield over his face, he took quick strides into what was once your home, unafraid of the inferno. Body crouched low to peer past the thick smoke, he surveyed his surroundings. The walls had begun to crumble, revealing the large structural beams that held the skeleton of your home together — he could see the jagged, rusted nails poking out here and there. Above him, the panels that had once made up your ceiling began to droop and fall, weakened by the flames.
Passing by an open doorway, Bakugo peered into what looked to be a living room. The large space had already been engulfed. Your once warm and inviting space was charred. The billowing curtains were reduced to nothing but tatters. And on the floor, the single butt of a once lit cigarette — the start of the fire — thrown in through your always open window by a bum teen looking to make a quick buck. It would burn in the flames, along with everything else, leaving no evidence behind.
His survey was interrupted by a hacking cough coming from what he assumed to be the kitchen. Bakugo followed the sound, dipping low to avoid touching the doorframe that had begun to sag with its lack of support. The fire in the room burned hot and he had to squint past his mask to see into the smoke. It didn't take him long to spot his objective.
"Help, please! I hurt my ankle trying to escape, I don't think I can walk!" The helpless calls of a man — your boyfriend — pleaded.
Bakugo blinked slowly, stepping closer to the heap of a person huddled on the ground, trying to escape the smoke. He was curled up in a corner, one hand around a wound that spilled bright blood from a gnarly gash. It was likely given to him by one of the few fallen support beams surrounding the man, their nails sharp and biting. As Bakugo stepped forward toward the man, he heard the burning roof above him creak and groan.
"You the boyfriend?" he asked, voice only a few decibels above casual conversation — just enough to be heard over the fire.
"Yes, yes, please! Save me! I have to get out of here, I have to get back to her!"
Under his mask, Bakugo's lips curled into a sneering smirk. "Perfect."
He crouched low to the ground, gloved hands hauling up one of the support beams. With a heavy grunt, he lifted it, giving the man on the floor just enough room to begin crawling toward him. He watched as your boyfriend felt the floor with closed fists, gingerly picking his path toward Bakugo's boots.
When he was close enough, Bakugo dropped the support beam on his back.
Wind knocked out of him, the man on the floor could only let out a gasping groan as Bakugo placed one of his heavy boots down on the support beam. "What are you doing?!" he tried to scream, but the smoke in his lungs only made it come out as a wheeze.
Bakugo jerked his boot down, pinning the man to the floor and digging rusted nails into the flesh of his back. He reveled in the strangled cry the man made.
"Just keepin' my promise and takin' care of you," he responded, voice low and dark. "Shame I couldn't save you before the fire killed you."
He ground his boot down even further onto the support beam before stepping off, satsified with what he'd done. Crouching low once more, he picked up the man's face with a gloved hand.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of your girl." The man couldn't see the crazed look in Bakugo's eyes nor the wide grin on his face as he added, "Well, suppose she's my girl now."
Letting out a breath that was just shy of a laugh, Bakugo stood once more to leave. He ignored the pleading cries of the man on the ground as he stepped his way out of the kitchen. On his way out, his sharp eye caught the sight of a metal canister tucked away in the untouched part of your kitchen. Walking over to it, he smirked.
"Glad to know she likes camping," he muttered to himself, picking up the small can of butane you'd left attached to a portable stove. It felt heavy, full with fuel. He glanced back over to your boyfriend. "No evidence left behind."
As he left the room completely, he tossed the canister back into the flames of the kitchen. Maybe it had been overkill using the tiny crackles of his quirk to initially ignite the gas, but he couldn't take any chances. Running out of the building, he escaped with just enough time for the explosion to only lick at his heels.
Outside, Bakugo could already see you sobbing, tears leaving track marks down your soot covered skin. The scream that left your throat at the realization he'd left your home alone almost made him feel bad. Almost. But as you clung to him, overcome with emotion and needing the support of anyone that breathed, he knew it would only be a matter of time before you'd forget all about the man still left inside to burn.
It would only be a matter of time before you'd be completely and irrevocably his.
your house burnt down: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82
💚💜🖤 Who loves NEON colours? This work in progress will be joined and edged with black - I love how it makes the neon green & purple really stand out. I want to try a neon pink & yellow version next! 💚💜🖤 #skullblanket #skulls #dollydaydreamcrochet #neon