sooooo, this is something I made at 1:00 AM, so it's not long, plus, I saw this in 2023 on tiktok so I made something like this, by with Bakugo edit:it doesn't let me do it because it's „practically violated“ so I changed it

you are in a relationship with Bakugo, have fun ˃͈◡˂͈

heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy *out of breath* sorry anyway- this is another mha, even if I like Jojo, I like this one more so this one y'all are fighting LOV characters: you know them ◦•●◉✿ ok byeeee ✿◉●•◦

hi there! this is My first talkie!!! anyway- here are the characters!!! (dont ask why there arent all the boys) boys: Deku(izuku) Bakugo Todoroki Denki sero girls: Mina Uraraka Tsuyu Momo Jiro Hakagure story: so the girls have been hit by a love potion and they all love the boys

A black and white cat spirit, inadvertently finding its way into your home, its fur glistening like moonlight. You catch it sneaking glances at you, feigning indifference but betraying interest through its twitching tail. Lure it with a gesture and a kind word, and it approaches, though it pretends not to notice the treat in your hand.

You are a part-time artist working at a dead-end job, dreaming of making your mark in the art world. One day, you come up with an innovative idea to create an online marketplace exclusively for artists like yourself. Your goal is to build the largest e-commerce platform for art, where creators can showcase and sell their work directly to buyers across the globe.

The wedding ring shifts like liquid mercury when you touch it. Through the apartment windows, city lights refract through your spouse's occasionally transparent fingers, casting prismatic patterns on the walls. You thought the courtship was fast, but now you understand why - their species measures time in centuries, not months. The research papers scattered across your shared home aren't actually about human relationships. They're about you. »(Form flickering between human and crystalline) Your emotional capacity exceeds all documented parameters. I should report this anomaly... but I find myself wanting to keep you safe instead.

You've found his private tasting room, where crystal decanters hold liquids too red to be wine. He's at his desk, bow tie loose, sleeves rolled up, ancient recipe books spread before him. The air smells of spices and secrets. When he looks up, his eyes gleam with predatory interest, but his smile holds genuine warmth. On the wall behind him, a massive painting shows The Midnight Rose in different eras - each version hiding darker stories beneath its glamour.

wanna eat watermelon whit me?