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「 i’m just gonna drop the following threads from my rp tracker, but if you still want to thread/respond, please let me know!!
bakugo + chrom @exaltedstrength
bakugo + corrin @refated
allen + robin @awakenedtactics
allen + kirumi @minnanomeido
allen + ferid @capricieux
allen + amon @aexuitas
jade + peridot @betterthanalmond
jade + midoriya @shutosutairu
jade + ignis @knifefaire
jade + sakura @cxrdcxptor
humanitysbeauty:
✝ : “seaweed head…”
“I see we can agree it’s a shitty fuckin’ system, then.
humanitysbeauty replied to your post: "...porcupine."
“a shame. i think it suits you.”
“If we’re just going to call people by their hair, then go right ahead, fuckin’ seaweed head.”
"...porcupine."
Give my muse a nickname. They will tell yours whether they’ll let you call them that or not.
“...”
『 First pineapple head, and now... Was his hair really that outrageous?
“I think the fuck not.”
Give my muse a nickname. They will tell yours whether they’ll let you call them that or not.
For multi-muse blogs, specify which muse.
smokingrevolver:
➢ Before Jesse could secure a good hold on him, the boy slipped out of his grasp. Jesse grunted. He really had to stop underestimating this kid. He’d already given out too many free shots. As the boy rolled away, Jesse grunted, using his good arm to push himself up to his knees, and then to his feet, as the other defended.
“Kick my ass…?”
➢ Jesse erupted into laughter, loud and booming. He clutched his gut, trying to get ahold of himself before the kid got any ideas to take advantage of the situation. He exhaled, and when he spoke again, it was much deeper, as his eyes locked onto his target, and he slowly closed in.
“You’re gonna hafta try a hell of a lot harder, then.”
➢ And with that, Jesse swung, first going for his gut, just so the other would bring his hands down to block the blow. Without skipping a beat, he went straight for the kid’s face, feeling his knuckles connect with a jaw. He almost felt kinda bad, socking a kid in the face like that. But he had to remind himself that he was still showing some mercy, using his good arm, and not the clunky metal one that would knock the kid out in an instant. And besides, what could be better for a growing boy than a good old fashioned fight to get his blood pumping?
『 God this guy was a fucking weirdo. He kept his hands raised high, actually being patient for once in his life. He was bad at dealing with eccentrics, considering they just made him mad, but he supposed he was in it to win it at this point. No point blowing up right away, since he didn’t have his sure-fire win available. Why the hell did he even agree to such stupid terms? This place was making him weird.
『 The other’s words were just vaguely ominous that it caused a grin to crack across his face, and an eyebrow to raise. Did he really think that little start up was as hard as he was going to try? The cowboy moved closer, and Katsuki licked his lips.
『 He anticipated a fake and still fucking fell for it. He went to block his stomach, predictably, and as a result he got a jaw-full of fist. Man that fucking hurt. He’d had worse, though. His whole face throbbed and the boy used the momentum of being hit to the side to spin on his heel, throwing a roundhouse kick straight for the side of the man’s head.
“I’m just gettin’ started, pops!”
mixologiae:
❛ if you’re as smart as you say you are, then you probably get what i’m doing anyways. ❜ she mimics his lack of respect &. sprinkles just a tint of teasing. he’s a fun kid — reminds you of the little brother you like to torment, in a way. though jill’s sure that he wouldn’t appreciate that sort of comment from her, so that stays locked up considerably far into the depths of her mind.
a small laugh escapes her as she pulls away, standing up straight with her arms crossed. not in a condescending way, but a casual manner — it’s her normal standing pose. ❛ not that i don’t trust you drinking or anything, but you’re pretty young to be wasting your life away drinking in a bar. ❜ also, he definitely looks like the type to destroy something while drunk, so there’s no way she wants to really chance that.
even though it’s suspicious that he can already tell what’s alcoholic or not, apparently. maybe he’s just calling her bluff &. seeing where she falls — if he is, well-done. ❛ but i’ll make you a deal. i’ll give you one drink: light in alcohol, but still alcoholic. but you tell me what your deal is. you know, the usual bar thing you see in movies. ❜
『 Katsuki rolled his eyes. Big sister characters like her pissed him off. He didn’t anyone doting on him or making sure he was making good decisions or whatever. He was a God damn adult. He had faced death! Multiple times! He didn’t need some stranger fussing over him. He really didn’t have a clue why he was still taking this. He could have just left.
『 It was nice to have some kind of semblance of company, though… He fucking guessed. He took a distracted sip of his drink.
“I’m not tryna waste my life, I’m just trying to…”
『 His words died on his tongue and his gaze trailed to the side. It wasn’t like he drank often, especially because of the legal age in Japan, but he wondered briefly why he was trying to get his hands on some booze. To forget how fucking lonely he was here, probably. It wasn’t like he had the personality to make friends, the only reason he had them back home was because he was in school.
『 Trying to go to school was an option, but he still had no real desire. He really could settle for anything like being a hero, but all this place had was cops. Her deal had him raising an eyebrow though, and his pout turned into a more proper frown. Katsuki leaned forward with both hands supporting his chin now.
“The hell are you gettin’ at? Wanna know my life story or somethin’?”
cappedtruth:
✎ — Now he felt even worse for the barista who stood before him, evidently attempting to seem more suited to his job, yet inevitably coming across as quite the opposite. Even so, Shuichi studied the pastries on the menu, his eyes coming to halt upon the one labelled ‘Danish pastry’. Admittedly, he hadn’t eaten one of these pastries before, but he quickly arrived at the decision to at least try one whilst he was here.
“I-In that case… Could I get one Danish pastry too, please?”
Whether his additional purchase was out of pity or genuine interest for the food was difficult to tell. Truthfully, it was probably a weak attempt at reassuring the employee that they weren’t too awful at their job — at least he was trying — so Shuichi sincerely hoped that the other didn’t notice that.
『 God he was just fucking this up immensely. The kid probably thought he was some kind of lunatic. Katsuki swallowed his tongue and looked down to the register, punching in the amount and waiting for the tax to be calculated. At least he was humoring him and not, laughing at him. Katsuki cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly putting his smile back on.
“Y-your total comes to 6.11.”
『 He was sure that it was just pity that the other was getting the pastry, but hey, at least it worked. Now, how he felt about the situation was an entirely other thing. Maybe he would go into the break room and scream into the nearest object for making himself look like a fucking moron all the God damn time at this job. Oh, right, he still had things to do.
“Oh, can I get a name for the order?”
「 HUPS just another reminder post ? some of these are over a week old;;
( @bakusokutaabo, you almost blew my head off! )
“ Hey, Pineapple Head! “
“ Less showing off, more zombie killing! “ Ruby’s jumping around everywhere here, shooting and slicing off heads left and right. Between magic bombs and magic bombs, what do you want her to do?! It’s kind of annoying that she has to keep in mind that her own teammate doesn’t care of she comes out of this with limbs or not. “ If you wanna make this a contest, give me a body count, not a ballistics show! “
『 He hadn’t gotten a chance to really flex his quirk since getting here, and he was absolutely showing off, and maybe overusing his quirk a bit much. Of course, he was being careful that no innocents (eye roll) were in the way of his blasts, but if could choose to be more careless, he would. A poorly contained explosion got him quite the earful from the girl who had decided to like, fight by him, he guessed.
『 The nickname was interested.
“P-Pineapple…!?”
『 Katsuki huffed and rubbed at his forearms; the strain of his quirk was causing his arms to pulse, and he was getting real fucking irritated with it. When he was up against shit like this, he couldn’t be taking the time to be careful. They also had magic. He looked back to the scythe-wielding girl and grit his teeth together, taking aim with both hands. Maybe if he used both he could minimize the damage. It wasn’t like Recovery Girl was here to heal him if he fucked his arms up.
“Don’t get in the way if you’re gonna complain!”
☂
『 It would have appeared that Katsuki’s entire being stopped, just briefly. His face, although slowly reddening (either from embarrassment or anger), was entirely blank. After a couple of moments, though, the teeth were out and the sparks were flying as he tried to scramble out of the other’s arms.
“WHAT THE FUCK YOU SHITTY COWFUCKER LET ME GO.”
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* how it works: person who sends it is the one doing the picking up. add on a little “+“ to reverse! click on the “x” for reference photos! bonus: explain why.
💪 - over the shoulder. ❂ - piggyback. 💬 - on the shoulders. ▤ - head on shoulder. ( x. ) ☂ - bridal style.
「 event starter call!! please comment which quest you’d like to do!! ♥ (bakugo prob isn’t one for 4 & 5, but 6 is fine~)
smokingrevolver:
➢ Jesse watched the boy’s expressions shift as he tried to process what he had just said. The cowboy grinned a little. He hadn’t had a good fight in some time. The goons he’d been fighting back home were too easy to be any fun for him. And of course he hadn’t caused any trouble here in Septaneus yet either (at least not intentionally)
➢ He was prepared for the kid to throw the first punch. He thought he could easily catch him by the wrist before he could even connect, and throw him to the ground. That would teach him a lesson. He could already tell the kid was probably a good fighter. Unfortunately, he was right.
➢ Jesse was taken by surprise. The kid moved swiftly, down and out of Jesse’s immediate sight. He was kicked, and a little late, caught something that was definitely not a wrist. Jesse stumbled backwards, taking the boy with him by the leg.
“I’m impressed, kid…”
➢ Jesse practically growled, his voice grizzled and out of breath. Without wasting any time, he lunged forward wrestling the boy to the ground and attempting to get him pinned to the cold marble floor.
『 The connection was like, great and all, but was not great was what came immediately after. There was always a risk when using your legs, considering you couldn’t guard unless you were fast enough to pull away. While Katsuki was definitely fast enough, it proved that he revelled in the hit a little bit too much. The cowboy pulled his leg with him, straightening the blond out slightly, before the world was spinning around and around.
『 His first natural instinct was the break the fall with his quirk, to move around and away with his quirk, but he was being fair. Katsuki snarled slightly, keeping his head curled as his back hit the ground. He rolled to the side practically on impact, scrambling away and stumbling to his feet.
“How many times I gotta tell you I’m not a fucking kid, you old fuck?”
『 Katsuki pulled his fists up defensively, bent his knees, and although the sparks weren’t present in his palms, there was a fire in his eyes. Things had gotten a little boring around here, anyway.
“I ain’t tryna impress you, I’m tryna kick your ass.”
mixologiae:
maybe it should’ve been surprising to hear how negatively he speaks, but jill finds herself not as shocked. perhaps it’s the comparison to ingram once again rising — though it isn’t as if those negative associations are rare emotions or anything. she often feels that way: that feeling of listlessness, adrift without any attachments. it only grows stronger here after the separation of her &. her loved ones. hell, it even takes away her cat. that’s depressing.
but instead of mentioning that, she half-quirks a smile. it’s almost wistfulness that briefly clouds her vision; she shakes them away before he could notice. ❛ you have your life, your youth. i bet you could go places; you seem like a smart kid. ❜ well, smartass, technically. but the intent is still there &. genuine. ❛ find something new to cherish, if you wanted. there’s a whole new world waiting. ❜ which is actually a pretty depressing thought, given jill is quite complacent with her previous one. ( damn, all this depressive talk makes her want to smoke. )
❛ i like to think of it as a house special here. comes free with the drink, whether you actually want it or not. ❜ mix drinks &. save lives. that’s her motto. sometimes, people just want someone who listens. jill might not know them well, but she can do at least that while serving them drinks. speaking of, her smile grows a tad bigger upon the mention of something real. ❛ it was real — it’s not like i served you a ghost drink, right ? ❜
she laughs immaturely, but she manages to whip something up. ❛ try this. ❜
[ bleeding jane: say the name of this drink three times in front of a mirror &. you’ll look like a fool. flavor: spicy. type: classic, sobering. no alcohol. ]
“I’m real fuckin’ smart, lady.”
『 His lip twitched a bit into a smirk, and he set his chin into his hands again. Whole world waiting, cherishing shit, this was a fucking drag. Bartenders in like, dramas and stuff always seemed to be talkative and nosey, but he didn’t really realise they were like that in real life, too. He just wanted to get a little tipsy and probably just saunter home and fall asleep.
『 Two shitty jokes in a row, but he humored her with a snort through his nose, and the grin on his face stretched just a bit. The second one almost brought a response out of him, but instead he zoned out listening to the sound of the drink being mixed. He hoped to God she wasn’t pulling his fucking leg this time. He was a paying customer, damnit, and he was… Maybe legal. He should get what he wanted!
『 He picked up the drink, a little intrigued by the colour, and took a hefty swig; not quite downing as much as he had with the last mistake of a drink. His mouth tingled slightly, and he looked at the glass. It was better, but he was pretty damn sure it wasn’t alcoholic. He groaned a little and pouted, taking another sip anyway. He couldn’t resist anything spicy.
“It’s fuckin’ good, I guess. Not what I asked for though, miss.”
『 The slightest, brattiest little inclination on the word miss. Just to make sure she still knew he wasn’t being respectful in the slightest.
cappedtruth:
✎ — Seeing the barista’s visibly forced smile and hearing his strained uttering of the word ‘sir’, Shuichi couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the guy. He was clearly trying to maintain a suitable customer-friendly appearance, yet the detective could see through the awkward act. Perhaps the barista had been forced to work extra hours or his pay was too low? He could stand here conjuring up all kinds of possibilities but the truth of the matter was that it didn’t really matter. That was the other’s business, not his. Maybe he simply had a natural attitude that harshly conflicted with a working environment such as this.
Nevertheless, Shuichi knew better than to draw attention to it and instead focused on the question that had been directed his way.
“Those pastries do look tempting but… yes, that’ll be all for today, thank you.”
『 Ah. A chance to upsell. He would seem like a friendlier person that didn't hate his job if he like, tried to upsell, right? His fingers stilled on the cash register, and crimson eyes looked towards the sweets in the display case. What should he try for? Should he just push anything? Katsuki swallowed and slapped a slightly more convincing smile on to his face.
"A-are you, sure? The bakery here is really. Good. And the price of the confectionaries here are pretty, good, too."
『 Katsuki's lip twitched. Absolutely knocked it dead. Was fucking GOOD the only adjective he could think of? He continued to smile, eyes even shut to hide the fact that literally wanted to fucking die right now at that embarrassing attempt at good customer service. He should like, quit, and go work at a nuclear plant, and then blow himself up, or something.
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As a matter of habit, Corrin’s adventure to the stalls around the marketplace had been occupied with thoughts of her extensive family, and as always, she had picked up anything that seemed as if it would interest any of them - a very tiny toy bow for (read; to tease) Takumi, a particularly lovely fabric for Sakura, and namely, a sweet treat for Elise.
It was only once she had gotten most of the way home that she realised that none of them were with her to accept those gifts. As sad as the thought was, that also presented her with the fact that she now had an extremely sweet dessert that she needed to get rid of. Ever one to consider the positives, however, it seemed that the rather stormy-looking young man in front of her needed some cheering up!
“Excuse me! You wouldn’t happen to like sweets, would you?” … Always a very good, not-at-all suspicious way to start a conversation with a barefoot stranger.
『 It wasn't really often he found himself at the open-air market rather than just at the grocery store. Less people to heckle him about checking out this, or considering buying that. However, he wasn't here for food, he was here to investigate magical trinkets. Katsuki was incredibly curious about this land's magic, not that he would really let that show at all.
『 Suddenly, though, some little voice was calling out to him, it seemed. Katsuki, hands shoved in his pockets as he trudged through the stalls, turned his head to look behind his shoulder. The words clicked in his head, and he saw the sweets in the girl's hands, and then immediately noticed she wasn't wearing fucking shoes.
"Wh-what. Do I look like I like fuckin' sweets?"
『 Ah. Such an elegant young man he was.
