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guys omg I think I'm obsessed with MHA you have no idea how much I love shigaraki I'm going to make a MC skin of him hehe

gargrgagrggg I love the hunger games but I don't want to look at freaking political comics about the hunger games all period OMGGGGG :')

I have no mouth yet I must scream, I wish to draw but I am in school

eew schoollll I'm going to pass away guys I hate school

ok ok this was the prompt : A teenage girl named Shauna has left her house for an evening out with her friends. Her mother made her promise to be back before midnight. The girl kissed her mother and told her she worries too much. “I’ll be fine,” Shauna said. Three hours later… and this was my continuation :

Shauna came home. She seemed... off. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, as if searching for something that couldn’t be found. They were open too wide. “...Shauna?” I whispered to my daughter quietly. She turned her head. Her neck shouldn’t be able to turn that far. What is wrong with her?
“Are you ok, honey?” I placed down my book on the small coffee table and rose, saying, “Do you need some water?”
Shauna smiled eerily. Far too wide. Her mouth remained closed as it stretched. Then, her mouth split, showing teeth. Too many teeth. Jagged and long, anchored to black, oily gums. The revolting stench of rot and stagnant water emitted off of her. Shauna cocked her head to the side, and blinked. When her eyes opened, they were shiny abysses. Pure black, all pupils. It was then that I noticed her limbs. They were long and lanky, like branches growing off of her lean figure. She seemed to be transforming in front of my eyes. I heard her bones stretching, and her skin tearing as her limbs grew.
I inhaled sharply, “Sh-Shauna?”
She reached for the coffee table, never breaking eye contact. Her shadow cast on the wall didn’t match her body. It was larger, with more arms, and it seemed to watch me. She grasped the book with her multi-jointed fingers. They scraped at the table, her long, pointed nails leaving claw-marks as she lifted the book. She smiled, her already unnatural smile widening. “I like this book, don’t you?”
That was Shauna’s voice. Her real, sweet, feminine voice. But it was wrong. It was all wrong. A scratchy and broken song of death.
I backed up a step, horrified. I bumped into the coffee table. It was that noise that set Shauna off. She shrieked like a banshee, her jaw unhinged, and her teeth seemed to protrude. She crawled towards me, her joints snapping into place. She was a spider made of broken glass. Her blood-curdling scream tore into my soul. The lights flicked, and with each step, she was closer. As she screamed, her jaw rattled, and her face began to melt off like wet wallpaper. Then, only for a moment, while she was right in front of my face, her features shifted back to Shauna’s. A sobbing, blue-eyed child, begging for help. Then the darkness swallowed her back up.
“SHAUNA!” I screamed, but it was too late. That wasn’t Shauna anymore.

...

As the room went pitch-black, the last thing I heard wasn’t the scream. It was a soft voice. Shauna’s voice.
“Goodnight, Mommy.” Her multi-jointed fingers clacked on the floor. I felt her cold fingers wrap all the way around my throat. And then it was dark.