I Got Into Some Closet Cosplay Sero Last Night Just To Do Something. It Was Fun Even If I Didn't Nail
I got into some closet cosplay Sero last night just to do something. It was fun even if I didn't nail his personality
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Eri Lives with LoV AU - Nightmares
Everyone can say that almost everyone in MHA has nightmares that can vary in intensity with fear. I bet Eri has really bad night terrors being a child and her life with Overhaul prior to Shigaraki taking her. I think in the LoV probably Shigaraki has the worst nightmares out of them or Dabi. So set the scene-
It's midnight or 1 AM and everyone is asleep. Eri wakes up with a freight shaky breath, cold sweat, horn tingling and shaking. She runs to find Shigaraki.
"You can always come for me if you need anything. Doesn't matter how big or small, where I am, or what time it is. Just find me and I'll make it better," he always tells her.
She shakes him awake trying not to cry or be loud to wake up the others.
Groggy Shigaraki looks at Eri waiting for his eyes to adjust but once they focus he immediately sits up. "Eri, what's wrong?" he asks picking her up, careful to not activate his quirk.
"I don't know what happened. It felt so weird, my body was heavy and couldn't move and he was there. Cutting and cutting and cutting and and-" she cries shaking.
Shigaraki shushes her gently going to wake up the others. If he has to be awake so do they. They also would want to know if Eri got scared. He starts by waking up Kurogiri and handing Eri to her while he gathers the others.
They all gather in the main room after gathering scrap blankets and pillows. Dabi starts a small controlled fire leans against the wall. "So what happened kid? Simple nightmare? those suck," he hums.
Eri nods hugging her arms tight to her body. "It was a nightmare but it felt so weird. I couldn't do anything and it felt so real. like I was there again. Why did I deserve that? what did I do?" she asks crying.
"Oh, honey," Toga starts " you didn't do anything to deserve that. He was a mean mean man and you deserve the world."
She nods her head gently and slowly relaxes as the League tells fun nursery rhymes and short stories. Eventually, Eri falls back asleep curled in Shigaraki's lap who is gently rubbing her back or petting her hair.
I practiced some SFX makeup and love the pictures that came out
Who doesn't love a princess with a sword ^^
I made a dress, im not the best seamstress but I like it, I'll make some princess Uraraka stuff eventually
New CMV out I would love for you to check it out <3
Like father like daughter
TW: alcoholism, fighting, general vent post. Based on a prompt where the first and last lines are supposed to be the same but mean different things.
Yes, this is about me. shut up
Like father like daughter. That's what they always say when we're together. I love being around my dad for the month, running up to see him after the whole school year with my mom. We have a long long drive to head to his house but we listen to music and catch up and I usually fall asleep. they say I have his eyes and nose, and we have a ton of interests! I love my dad, I look up to him so much. He's strong, and smart, and does lots of cool mechanically stuff with cars. My dad and I play nerf guns together, and he learned how to braid for me. We play wrestle and read together or watch Gas Monkey or Magician shows! I really think I'd be amazing if I grow up to be like my dad.
My mom and dad are getting back together! Isn't that awesome! I can finally have a family again, and they have three rooms so I don't have to share with my brother. I'm so happy that we get to live all together. My dad helps with school when he can, and makes tons of yummy food, usually, sometimes he makes too much or something I don't like but I need to finish it or else I don't eat anything else. That's okay though, I'll suck it up eventually, I guess.
There have been more fights than usual recently. I really don't like yelling but I've been reading a lot more to help escape it. My dad has some weird and difficult punishments for when my brother and I don't get along. He doesn't get along with my mom, should he be punished too?
I'm going to my first wedding! isn't that awesome! I get to be all dressed up for my aunt's wedding. It's really fun, they had a really cool sand pouring thing to blend my cousins with their new stepdad! They also had a GIANT bonfire; I love bonfires, they're so pretty. My dad also likes bonfires. It's another thing e have in common, though I don't like alcohol like he does. I'm okay with that. Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.
Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.
....
Yeah, really weird.
We moved away from him. We had to move away fast so we are living with my cousins for a while. They have small dogs, different from the big dogs my dad has. I don't know how I feel about big dogs.
We still have a puppy from my dad's dogs. She's a bit stunted but I love her so much. She has to live with other people because we don't have room for her. We do have a kitty cat we met while living with my dad.
Why does nothing go right for me! I scream into my pillow before throwing it across the room. My brother just made another mistake! why does he have to make life so difficult!
I start crying heavily.
I see something in the back of my closet. Forgetting what I put back there I grab it.
...
My aunt gave me this picture.
A picture of my dad, in his uniform.
To protect us, yeah right.
I wish I could burn and break this photo till nothing ever remains.
Does that make me bad like him? This anger I feel. This yelling I do. Am I just like him?
I don't want to be like him. I can't be like him! But you know what they always say. Like father like daughter.
Who Am I
TW: Christianity, Death, Abuse, panic attack, depersonalization
Adora needed a break after those classes. So much was on her mind so she decided to go down and walk around. It was a beautiful sunset, with pinks, purples, and blues as the stars began to come out. She hums softly walking around and noticing a cemetery. Of course, Adora has seen plenty of cemeteries in her time as an angel. It's a natural part of death but this one was different.
This one had an enchanting humming noise drawing Adora closer. Of course, it could just be someone mourning but it sounded soft and familiar. Adora continued to follow the humming noise until she was at a grave. It had a soft white glow surrounding it and the humming was obviously coming from the grave.
In Memory of
Mary Clara Wils
Loving Daughter
1829-1846
Adora stared at the grave in curiosity. Why was it humming, why was it glowing? Like it was calling her? Kneeling down, her hand reached out grazing the cold stone. Her golden eye widened a gasp leaving her lips.
A young girl, probably seven, with brown hair and amber eyes was playing outside climbing trees in her tattered dress. She was calling out to her father that just gotten home and he began to yell at her. “A lady shall not do that. What are you thinking!” He yells. Quickly the child gets down receiving a slap on the cheek
The girl, around ten now, her hair braided into a bun and a dress covering bruises. She washes dishes, she does laundry and cooks. Sighing she smiles and tells her father all the work she had gotten done that day and he yells at her “You made what! I told you to leave the cooking to your mother! You wasteful hog we don’t have enough money!” He slaps her again leaving a bruised eye.
She’s seventeen now. Smaller than she should be, her family isn’t getting enough food. Bruises litter her body as she completes the daily chores. When her father comes home she smiles saying nothing to not invoke his rage. It still wasn’t enough. After he was finished taking the rage of work out on his daughter he left her alone lying on the kitchen floor in blood.
Weakly she stood up grabbing the wall for support. She could barely walk but she knew one thing. She didn’t want to die in this house. So hobbling she walked out and continued walking to lay by some nearby trees. Blood filled her lungs with every breath, as she closed her eyes.
Adora gasps falling back. She cries shaking, who was that, why did she see that? Why was she hurt? That must have been Mary. Mary… that name was familiar to her and it pained Adora. She cried hugging herself tight. She needed help, she needed someone. Adora envisioned Xander best she could weeping as she called for him.
“Adora?” Xander asks softly behind her.
“Who is she?” She yells shaking.
Xander kneels beside Adora looking at the grave. “Ah. Your grave,”
“M-mine? I’m Adora?! I’m Adora!” Adora responds. “Marlo isn’t any different. Why am I different?”
Xander rubs her back softly. “Calm down, shh it’s okay. When you become a worker angel they alter your memory during school. It’s why you don’t remember. No one remembers they’re past life unless they find their grave and it’s unlikely they’d stumble across it. Or unless…”
“Unless they fall?” she finishes wiping the tears away.
Xander nods smiling, “you learn a lot when you fall.”
“So I’m Mary?”
“Adora. If you want to be Mary you can be but you’re still Adora. You may have lived and died as Mary but you’re Adora now, you keep people safe as Adora, you learn and help as Adora,” Xander explains.
Adora nods slowly processing everything. She grabs onto his hands softly to ground herself. So much is going through her mind still she doesn’t understand what to think. Who she is? Who she was?
“It’s okay, I had the same thoughts when I fell. I had a lot of memories come back. It was difficult to deal with but you don’t have to deal with this alone okay?”
“Yeah,” Adora says softly, “I have you, and Ariel, I wonder if she knows her past. I wonder who knows their past in the workers.”
“Many angels retire after finding our their past. Some can’t handle it but I am certain that you are strong enough. You can continue. I promise,” Xander states.
Xander stands helping Adora up. Adora nods softly hugging him. “You’re first day of classes were today right? How did they go?”
Sniffing she looks up smiling, “good. My teachers seem nice but my Human Angel Safety teacher seems really strict. She’s scary. One of the girls in my dealing with death classes is a child angel, seems really cool. And I think I’m making friends with a cupid. He’s really old too. Roman era, we have matching eyes. He’s nice. In our death class he said he felt guilty when his same sex couples die and we share our safety class too,”
“Hm, that sounds cool. Pretty old. I died in roman times too. It was fun to be a cupid, before everyone became so strict and prissy,” Xander responds looking off to the setting sun.
“Hm, I wonder if you know him then? Addon, gold eyes brown hair. He was super nice and said we could help eachother with our strict safety teacher,”
“Addon?” Xander asked looking down his eyes fluffing out shocked.
“Yeah Addon, yknow him?”
“You should rest, you have a lot that you have to process. I’ll see you around,” Xander said. His voice hinted with annoyed as he gave her a final hug before leaving.
Adora watched Xander leave tilting her head. Why was he so defensive, I guess he does know him. Xander doesn’t seem to like the other cupids anyways though. Adora sighs soft and heads back to her dorm.
Ariel knocks on Adora’s door before opening it, “ADORA! How was your first day! Where were you. I wanna hear all about it!” she hums walking in.
“Hey Ariel. I’m pretty tired. I did chat with a cupid, I might be making friends with him,” Adora says smiling softly yawning.
“That sounds nice. You gotta tell me about it when you feel better okay. If you need any help, ask me.”
“Of course,” Adora hums waving Ariel away.
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