18 Oct 2019
The action of rising to an important position or a higher level.
Todoroki had made the worst decision of his life at a house party in Hosu and he'd loved every second of it.
- Part 1 of Pulse
28 Sep 2019
The last Tsar of Russia, Enji Todorova died five years ago.
The entire royal family had been vanquished in one fell swoop that February night. The people had risen up and taken the throne by force, it was a revolution plain and simple.
But, revolutions are seldom simple affairs.
Shouto Todoroki is a horse farmer living in London, with dreams of becoming a knight with his dearest friend Tenya. No memory of his past, but that no longer troubled him. He was content with his life. And although he was not an Iida by blood, he was loyal to the family for all they’d done for him and would live and die by their side. Just as they would his.
Izuku Midoriya is the son of Bolshevik revolutionary Hisashi Midoriya. After the man’s death during the revolution, he and his mother moved to England where Izuku became a knight under her majesty. He knows the irony of his work as a knight, but he isn't his father and he's happy with his choices.
A dead family, loyal supporters and vicious Bolsheviks alike. Their fates all hinge on the lost heir.
Providing they can find him, that is.
In that moment, under the inky black sky, Rose Lalonde knew in her heart. This human boy, dressed in the same drab purple pajamas as she was, surrounded by a halo of red roses, brilliant like the hues of spilled blood. This boy, missing from her memory when he should be there.
She'd meet him again someday.
28 Jul 2019
͉̮͖̖ ̭̪̘̲1̲̼͓̻͈̦̟.͖̳̝̝ ̻̠̮̬͇̹̝͡a̞̠̞͍͇̪̺ ̡̳̹̘͉̘̜̩p͚o̡̟͈̝̳̥i͖͖̭͓͖̱̖͟s͍͓͈̠͠o͇̠̥̺͖̰͘n͈̘̰͚͈̣͘o̪̩̣͓͓̟u̶s̯͔͈̼͈ ̨͈̥̙̝̼̟e̩̝̘͕͎̥v͖̘̯̰̦̮͓e͏͉͙̯̹̮̘ͅr̭̥͞g̛͕͓͚͔r̫͔͎͔̙̳͡e͈̟̩̤̭̜͉e̵̘̪͎̼̟̖̩n̹̣ͅ ͚s̹̞̻̘̜̘hr̷̻̣̩̘u̧b̯̩̳͞ͅ g̷͇̞͍͖̰͔r̤̺͝o̩̞̱̰̬̬w͙̺͞n͏ ͕i҉̥͙͎̯͓n̦̦͍̜͓̳ͅ ͓̤͎̥̫͢w͟a̪͙̲͙̮̩ͅr͈̙̯̹̲͈̹m̙̝̪͕͈͈ ̨͉̲c̨̰̣̳̮̣o̭͢u̦̥̖͙̳̲̳n̬̠͇̮͉͓͉t͖͕r̸̥̳̲͈i͓͕̭e̤̰͙̝̥͢s͔͔͍ ̩̹͔̟̕f̩̪̯̤̙o͡r̥͙ it̛͎̹s̤̭̗͇͍͖̙͡ ̡̦̝͓̻̤̣͎c̞̩͜l̳̩̗̘̻us̯̜̝͙̼t̷͚̘̭͙͖̺͉e͔̮̦̙̠̥r̴̖̺̦̼̖͔̳s̺͖͈̲ ̲͚͓̼of̥̪̪̖ ̦̗w̶̟̳͚ḫ̻̻͡ͅi̘͙̹̺͔̩̪t̶͇e͈̺ ̞͢o̵̟r̡͙̤̟ ͍͞ͅr͚̠̯͎͔̩ed̬͕̫͇̥ ͇͕̼̯̯̣̕f̳̳̫̬̘̳lo̷̭͇w͍e͏͇̯̲r͖͈͍͉͕͎s̰.̧̩͙
He wasn't new to this, the cloying feeling in his abdomen, the way his clothes stuck to his skin and his face felt sticky and warm; breath ragged from the pain in his chest.
Shouto would do anything to never feel this way again.
- Part 2 of Pulse
Pulse by Ghostiepie
18 Oct 2019
Todoroki Shouto wanted to be important to Bakugou, the one and only love Bakugou had. The one he married, the one he thought about before going to sleep. A dreamy romance the pair had been entangled in, enamored with one another and waking up beside each other, sleepy and unashamedly happy. Simple, domestic bliss.
But, that couldn't happen. Not anymore. At this point they were standing on separate sides of a bloody war. Enemies, in the purest sense of the word. He'd never be in Bakugou's life the way they both wanted, deep down where nobody could see.
Shouto wasn't the one love, the Soulmate. Shouto was the one who ruined Katsuki's life, ruined both of their lives. He was already killing Bakugou slowly, poisoning everyone around him, none were safe from this curse of misfortune and death that claimed everybody he cared about. This curse so deeply entwined with his soul, Shouto's very being. Shouto was a Lolita with poison-cherry lips and a demonic smile and he didn't have a damn clue how anybody hadn't noticed sooner. He was poison. He'd ruin Bakugou's life and eventually?
Shouto would take that life from him too.