"If You Think, I'm Going To Pose For Another Waxwork After Everything That Has Happened--"

"If you think, I'm going to pose for another waxwork after everything that has happened--"

"Actually. I was hoping for something a little more long term." The woman stepped forward. Despite the fact the bars provided a barrier, Enoch instinctively stepped back.

"Why don't you come work for me?"

Prompt: Offer A series of drebspells prompts and ficlets.

Injury: the fact of being injured; harm or damage.

A low groan, made his heart both jump in relief and plunge his stomach into bottomless dread. All of the worst case scenarios popped into his head at once as he raced toward the pitiful noise, his brain only able to supply him with one thought and one thought only.

Please be okay.

Sorry this took so long, and hope everyone is still enjoying this story. I’ll try to have the next chapter out quicker.

Also quick reminder: I am still taking requests! If anyone is interested just DM on tumblr or post a comment on AO3

That moment when you can’t afford therapy so you make an anime specifically for calling you out on your issues.

An institution providing medical and surgical treatment and nursing care for sick or injured people.

"I can't believe you!" Toshinori repeated for the 100th time in the last hour. "That was a complete overreaction!"

"I think it was perfectly reasonable reaction." Izuku rebutted, voice muffled by the examination table.

Esmeralda extends a little 'common courtesy.'

Enoch Drebber scopes out the museum and runs into an old acquaintance

scientist and dresbspell shenanigans!