╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 📖A mythic slow-burn, spiraling epic told across three books: → Book 1: 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 - The spark of divine interest [COMPLETED] → Book 2: 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 - The unraveling of truth [COMPLETED] Book 3: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 - The cost of memory and rebellion [ONGOING] [𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤/𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 '𝘌𝘗𝘐𝘊: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 ' + 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲-𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐙𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝.] 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [~] 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: March 01, 2022 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: November 02, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: TBD [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄] | © 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚_𝒊𝒊 |

"why do you play?" he asked one evening, finding you had been practicing alone while the other residents were outside in the pool. his finger had tapped on the page you were fixated on, allowing you to glance up and meet his gaze as well as read the lips that spoke of syllables deaf to your ears. you peered at him curiously, and for a moment chishiya thought that maybe he had spoken too quick for you to comprehend. but before he could fix his mistake you were fixing your bench and tapping on the keys, a melody entrancing his ears. many emotions hit him at once, leaving him in a daze and struggling to grasp onto them all. but he listened, he put his full attention to the sounds you played trying to give him what he wanted. it was giving him a sense of...clarity was it? is this what the music you had no ability to understand leaving you with? why? it left him frustrated, for he was not happy with the outcome of his curiosity. how were you able to find such solitude in the very thing you lacked? what did that leave him with? eventually the sounds ceased, until you stilled your hands and dropped them to lay in your lap. you peered up at him, awaiting his reaction and chishiya could only provide you with a fake enough smile to label him a phony, "how peculiar."

" so... that means no coffee for me? " KAORI was planning on doing what she does every single day. Until fireworks and a strange blackout brought her onto a place where she would have to play some twisted games to survive. " i don't know who's in charge of this... whatever this place is, but you should consider dropping a coffee machine every now and then. you know, for the sanity of us down here! " [ alice in borderland - seasons 1 & 2 ] [ highest rank : 1 #chishiya - 1 #aliceinborderland ] chishiya x oc. i do not own alice in borderland, only kaori and her plotline.

2023 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 cherry .ᐟ.ᐟ WINNER ˚. ᵎᵎ donde... una chica con una aburrida y miserable vida se ve encontrada en un tokio en el que nunca esperó estar. se ve obligada a atesorar su vida y a ser inteligente para no morir, consiguiendo compañeros que pueden ganarse su confianza y al mismo tiempo hacer que esta se pierda. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ﹫ 𝗰𝗵𝟰𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆𝘆𝘆 on wattpad : ¡prohibido copias y adaptaciones con o sin créditos!

❝𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠.❞ ❝𝑤-𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ^^ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! ✰ ✩•̩̩͙*ೃ˚.˚ ┋ ╒════════╕ ©𝐌-𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 ©𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨! ╘════════╛

- female reader, fluff (izuku fic) "without you, late nights don't mean a thing."

- female reader, fluff (bakugou fic) - continuation of absolutely smitten "now it doesn't matter how many battles i win, as long as i have you i'll be happy."

- female reader, fluff (bakugou fic) "you're stupidly cute, stop it."

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ when y/n and bakugo are snowed in the dorms for 24 hours. 　ﾟ･｡･ ┊͙ ©horikoshi ©semifilms start - dec. 16, 2023 - dec. 25, 2023

Shota Aizawa is in love, and he has been for the past fifteen years. Being in love with your highschool teacher isn't ideal. Remaining in love with said teacher after they're killed? Even worse. Still, Shota can't seem to escape his feelings. It's not like anything is spurring them on. Mr. Hiroki Akisuka had been dead for a decade now, and still Aizawa's affections remained. His heart still fluttered at the mere memory of the dead man, and his cheeks would still flush. He thought he'd die alone with his irrational feelings. In fact, he'd actually been planning on it. He had no qualms with going down alone. At least, that's how he felt before his teacher rose from the dead, cheerful as ever, and just as attractive as Aizawa remembered him to be.