"OH COME ON!"
an irritated growl rumbles in bakugou's throat as the screech reaches his ears, much too tired to have to deal with someone screaming at ten in the morning. he swiftly turns around and glares threateningly at the culprit as he begins to slowly pull his shirt off, and is met with an equally frustrated and flustered mineta who points at his face with a crooked finger.
" 'the hell are you screamin' for?" he seethes as he finally tears his undershirt off his arms and throws it into the locker behind him. the night before already drained everything out of him, he didn't have the patience nor the energy to deal with this bullshit.
"how is it that bakugou of all people gets laid before i do!" the idiot seems to be talking to kaminari right beside him, and for a moment bakugou ponders what the hell he's talking about, but once the sting of the cold locker room air drags itself against the red scratch marks littering the upper muscles of his shoulders, he realizes just what he's screaming about.
he then also realizes that maybe dressing in the bathroom would have been a better idea. still, he rolls his eyes and begins to pull out his gym uniform, choosing to ignore the now plenty surprised gazes of everyone else in the locker room.
"man, didn't see you as the type to fuck before marriage," kaminari snickers, walking towards him from his spot on the bench to get a closer look, "jesus dude, these are deep! the hell did you do to her that she had to scratch at you like an animal?"
"shut your fuckin' mouth." bakugou growls, snapping his head to look back at his curious classmate with a seering -near murderous- glare that takes kaminari aback, yelping.
kirishima, sensing the growing tension, steps in between the two blondes and pats his friend on the shoulder.
"relax dude, he's just playing around! now, y'gonna tell us who the lucky lady is?"
"more like unlucky," grumbles mineta.
another red glare is sent towards the direction of the perpetrator, and bakugou's just about to blowing him halfway across the locker room when a glimpse of his scratches in the mirror sends him hurling into memories of last night; your kiss swollen lips against his, the choked whimpers you let out in attempt to keep quiet, and the oh so euphoric feeling of your nails dragging against his upper back as your hips clashed together unceremoniously.
it's enough to calm him back down, and as he finishes pulling on the top of his uniform, he shrugs kirishima's hand off his shoulder with a, "none of your damn business," and slumps away.
he avoids any other conversation or curious gawks by looking at the floor as he drags his way into the training field, and he can't help but smirk slyly to himself at the thought of the other girls squealing in delight at the sight of your chest covered in bites and red blooming bruises, or the damn near tattooed imprint of his palms on your hips.
as he reaches the field, he attempts to wipe said grin off his face with his sleeve, but ultimately fails as he meets your flustered gaze and your pink haired best friend's dropped jaw in realization as to who left you looking like that.
he tilts his chin up in greeting to you and your face heats up in response at the way mina screams once it hits her, and he thinks that maybe..
maybe this was a good start to his morning.
Sobbing again for the second time. Please never delete this.
My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
i find it funny how malleus is known to have a breeding kink in the fanfic community but collectively forgot that, as a fae, he has a very low fertility rate because faes can't reproduce that easily.
then again, the reason why he DOES have a breeding kink is because faes are into big families/having a lot of connections so he'll NATURALLY want to have a big count. so...take this information as you wish when writing for malleus ✌️
I NEEDED THIS SM
i have a little collection of websites i tend to use for coming up with ideas, naming people or places, keeping clear visuals or logistics, writing basics about places i've never been to, and so on. i tend to do a lot of research, but sometimes you just need quick references, right? so i thought i'd share some of them!
Behind the Name; good for name meanings but also just random name ideas, regardless of meanings.
Fantasy Name Generator; this link goes to the town name generator, which i use most, but there are lots of silly/fun/good inspo generators on there!
Age Calculator; for remembering how old characters are in Y month in Z year. i use this constantly.
Height Comparison; i love this for the height visuals; does character A come up to character B's shoulder? are they a head taller? what does that look like, height-wise? the chart feature is great!
Child Development Guide; what can a (neurotypical, average) 5-year-old do at that age? this is a super handy quickguide for that, with the obviously huge caveat that children develop at different paces and this is not comprehensive or accurate for every child ever. i like it as a starting point, though!
Weather Spark; good for average temperatures and weather checking!
Green's Dictionary of Slang; good for looking up "would x say this?" or "what does this phrase mean in this context?" i love the timeline because it shows when the phrase was historically in use. this is english only, though; i dig a little harder for resources like this in other languages.
Deck & Patio Styles, 1996
The angst 😔
Rumours say:
"The Ramshackle mansion used to be a dorm with only two students who were one once"
"Not so long ago too! A monster and a magicless human, inseparable they were, and so many tragedies they faced, seven overblots"
"They say that there was an eighth one, this was the one who took their life, and the last one in Night Raven, the reign of overblots was stopped by a magicless human and their monster... at the cost of their life... taken by the same monster they loved"
"That's just a rumor tho"
"A sad one"
"That probably is just a made up story"
"Yeah... wanna scare the 1th years with it tho?"
"Hell yeah dude!"
That's what the students say, what they don't notice is how diferent the collage is at this age.
They don't ask why there's a therapist being hired for NRC and how rigid their contract is, bided by a powerful unique magic, sealed in the deeps of a grave in the same building the story revolves around.
Noone questions why every dorm has more bonding activities instead of competitive ones, between themselves and their "rivals", all promoted by the head of the house Alsim.
Noone asks why every year there's a gathering between very old students, all always there, some grumpier than others, but even those are open to listen and many advises to give.
Noone sees seven specific guest always passing by a grave in the abandoned building leaving flowers behind, each year is the same, but noone bothered to ask
However, there's a story the paintings sometimes tell, of a magicless student who didn't belong to this world, their roommate monster, their friends and allies, and how in the end, they could go back home even if it was in a painful way.
I am super excited to announce that the Pride Knights battle cry written by Erika Acosta will be included in the deck as a bonus card! ⚔️🌈
When they laugh spontaneously
Kindness
Decisiveness
Empathy
Taking time to listen to others attentively
Empowering and lifting others up
Believing in themselves and others
Embracing their uniqueness
Giving without expecting anything in return
Showing support and care
Sharing positivism and optimism
Acceptance and maturity
Not being afraid of saying I love you
fighting for love and passion
Expressing feelings through words, actions or passions
Openness to new experiences
Valuating what’s important
Working hard and not quieting when things get hard
LMFOAOAOAOAOA
“You’re so lucky to not have drama….when I was your age the boy I liked was away from the village training to become a domestic terrorist and the girl I liked was doing this weird rivalry thing where we pretended we didn’t find each other pretty as hell…..”
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!