Hi all here’s another random post with my art this one is MHA oc. I have a few friends who really wanted me to get into the show with them but unfortunately I couldn’t enjoy it as much as they did. But I made an OC for it anyways for the purposes of role play. My friends seem to like her and I thought I would just share some of her here.
Name: Primrose Gates (Anti- hero)
Spices/race: human, black
Abilities: Drawing Creation/ manipulation, Pyrokinesis. Hair at the nape of her neck is also capable of igniting into flames. Can control flames like an extension of one’s own body, down to even the temperature in the air around the body.
Tools: Specialized ink made from her own blood that can be used as a starter fuel to set anything on fire. Uses a collapsible disk to hover around using thermal heat manipulation. Disk double as a hair accessory.
Age: 23
Birthday: August 8th
Sign: ♌ leo
Gender: female
Sexually: ?
Pronouns: she/ her
Warning this character is very adult in nature, with themes of: alcoholism, abuse, dark story telling, childhood trauma, kidnapping, fire, strong language, profanity.
If any of those topics are upset or you find yourself sensitive to such subjects please roll on by this post. I’m sure I’ll have more light hearted posts eventually.
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He frowned as her name flashed across the screen for the fifth time that day. With a heavy sigh, he finally picked up.
“What do you want?” His voice was clipped, irritated.
“Dude! Where are you!?” Her voice burst through the phone, barely cutting through the chaotic noise behind her—screaming, music, the unmistakable energy of a packed club.
His entire body tensed at the sound. “Are you at a club?” His tone was sharp but controlled, though she always managed to draw out something darker in him. A possessive streak. His jaw clenched at the thought of her dancing with someone else.
“I’m at The Cube! I thought you said you’d be here?” she shouted, but her voice faltered as someone grabbed her attention. “Hold on—I’m trying to see if Keigo is coming! Hey! You hear me? This place is wild! You should come. Please?”
His grip tightened around the phone. The Cube. He knew exactly what kind of place that was—a breeding ground for drunken mistakes, sweaty bodies, and bad decisions. His chest constricted at the idea of her being there, alone.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous.
“Awesome! See you soon!” she said cheerfully before hanging up.
His jaw tightened even more. “Twenty minutes until she probably gets drunk and lets some random guy put his hands on her.” He muttered under his breath, yanking on a hoodie and grabbing his keys. “Should’ve stopped her from going in the first place.”
He sped through the streets recklessly, closing the distance between himself and the club. But in the time it took him to get there, The Cube descended into chaos.
A fire broke out.
Screams pierced the night.
Flames engulfed the main stage as panicked partygoers shoved past one another, desperate to escape.
He saw the thick smoke before he even reached the entrance. His stomach dropped.
“Shit—”
He slammed on the brakes, barely throwing his car into park before sprinting toward the burning building.
People rushed out, coughing, covered in soot, eyes wide with terror.
He pushed through them.
“Hey! You can’t go in there!” a firefighter shouted, blocking his path.
“My girlfriend is in there!” he snapped, his pulse hammering in his ears. He tried to shove past, but the firefighter grabbed his arm.
“Let me the fuck in or I’ll kill you!” he snarled, raw desperation breaking through his normally controlled exterior.
Before they could stop him, he ran inside.
The heat was suffocating. Flames licked at the walls, smoke thick and blinding. In the distance, something collapsed with a deafening crash.
“FUCK!” he yelled, shielding his face with his arm as he stumbled through the burning wreckage.
His lungs burned. His head pounded.
“ROSE!”
No response.
The roof groaned above him, and before he could react, a chunk of concrete came crashing down, slamming into his back.
Pain exploded through his body.
He gritted his teeth, trying to push himself up, but another piece fell, crushing his legs. He screamed in agony.
The fire was getting closer.
His vision swam, black spots creeping in at the edges.
Then—footsteps.
Through the haze, a figure emerged, dressed in dark clothing, a gas mask obscuring their face.
Hope surged in his chest. A firefighter? A rescuer?
He reached out weakly. “Please… My girlfriend—find her—”
Another explosion ripped through the club.
His body went limp.
Darkness consumed him.
A few days later.
A dimly lit room. A small television hummed in the background, flickering with news footage of the club fire. He watched through hazy vision, his body too weak to move.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp beep from the machines around him warned against it.
Pain lanced through his body.
“Fuck…” he exhaled weakly. His thoughts felt sluggish, his limbs like lead.
Where was she?
A soft hand pressed him back against the bed.
“Hey now… none of that.”
A cool liquid entered his IV. His vision blurred further.
The last thing he heard was quiet, almost musical laughter before the darkness swallowed him again.
He woke with a start.
Cold sweat clung to his skin. The room was dark. Too dark.
The steady beep of a heart monitor filled the silence.
This… wasn’t a hospital.
His breath quickened as he tugged at his arms, only to feel the cold bite of leather restraints.
“What the fuck?”
A soft giggle echoed from the corner of the room.
“Shhh… you’re gonna strain yourself.”
His blood ran cold. He knew that voice.
“Who’s there?” His voice was hoarse, weak.
Footsteps. Then, she stepped into view, hands tucked behind her back.
A sweet smile played on her lips, but there was something… off.
“Aw, did you hit your head in the fire?” She tilted her head. “Guess I don’t have to do the brainwashing after all. Shame. I was looking forward to watching your mind break.”
His pulse skyrocketed.
“Rose… what the fuck is going on?” He jerked at the restraints. “Why am I tied up?”
She sighed dramatically. “Isn’t this what you wanted, my darling? Us. Alone. Forever.”
Her smile faded, her expression darkening.
“Then again…” she murmured, eyes narrowing. “I suppose you’d rather have me in the bed instead, huh?”
His throat went dry.
“Rose… please. Let me go.”
From behind her back, she revealed a syringe.
“Funny.” She twirled it between her fingers. “Because if I’m joking, why did I find this in your car? If the club hadn’t caught fire… weren’t you planning to kidnap me this weekend?”
His stomach dropped.
“That’s not—That’s not what it looks like!” he stammered, eyes locked on the needle. “Rose, please… believe me.”
She squirted the liquid onto his face, grinning. “Shut up. You’re ugly when you lie.”
He jerked back, pure rage flaring in his chest. “Fuck you! You don’t know what you’re talking about! Untie me! Now!”
She ignored him, humming softly as she adjusted the IV.
“Oh, stop fussing. It’s just plasma, electrolytes, a little something to keep you alive.” She tossed the empty syringe into a metal tray with a clatter. “You’re so ungrateful.”
He exhaled sharply, voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.
“Rose.”
She dragged a chair to the foot of the bed, forcing him to crane his neck awkwardly to see her.
“You know,” she mused, “I thought you’d catch on sooner. But you’re just a little too slow, Keigo.”
His jaw tightened. “Catch on to what?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t play dumb. It’s getting boring.” She smirked. “Your possessive nature. Knowing my every move, my schedule, my friends, my family.”
He held her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I protected you, Rose.”
She scoffed. “Protected me? Well, aren’t you a gentleman.”
She stood, stretching lazily before heading toward the door.
“Guess you can call that bed your wedding bed, then.”
His eyes darkened at her words.
“Rose.” His voice was a low growl. “Come here.”
She didn’t even glance back as she stepped through the heavy metal door.
It slammed shut.
He was alone.
And this time, there was no escape.
—
“And that, my friend, is why sticking your dick in crazy will always come back to screw you—no matter how much you think you can out-crazy them.” The anti-hero knocked back another shot like it was her sworn duty.
The guy next to her sat there, pale as a ghost. “I—I just wanted to know how your parents met.”
She blinked at him, swaying slightly. “Yeah? And I told ya.”
