open my eyes

inde. blind!aizawa ask blog || loved by: nico

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My muse is hooked to a lie detector. Send "Truth!" + a question for them to answer honestly. If they lie they get shocked.

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[bunchamemes]

WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.

i wouldn’t think too much about this if i were you. it’s not good to hurt like that.

how come your feet are cut and scratched like that?

sometimes i wonder if all mothers have to go through this.

you need a haircut.

do you think god heard my prayer?

i don’t like to see my little boy hurt like this.

you should’ve come home.

it’s just your way of fighting back.

why don’t you go to bed and get a good night’s sleep.

my poor little boy.

i may be wrong, but i call it love. the deepest kind of love.

there’s more to an education than just reading and writing. 

it’s a shame that people all over the world can’t have love like that in their hearts.

well, what’s so strange about that?

it’s nothing but a sprained ankle.

do you feel better now?

you bet your boots you can.

something busted loose inside me and i cried a little, too.

if i didn’t know any better, i’d swear you weren’t sleeping well.

what do you want to do that for? i’m not sick.

oh, i’m a little tired and sleepy, otherwise i’m fine.

i know this seems terrible and i know how it hurts, but at one time or another, everyone suffers.

when you’re older, you’ll understand better.

why, you’re worse than a baby. at least they have a little sense.

what’s the matter? can’t you sleep?  

[burnxscars]

“I’m not your puppet anymore. They’ve helped me see that. I’ll…I’ll become the hero that I want to be.”

Independent Shoto Todoroki roleplay / ask blog. Penned by Nico.

OC & Interaction friendly // Literate

[blindxaizawa-blog]

Combat! Repost, don’t reblog!

★★★★★  —  strength ★★★☆☆  —  offense ★★★★☆  —  defense ★★★★☆  —  speed ★★★★★  —  durability ★★★★★  —  accuracy ★★★★★  —  agility ★★★★☆  —  stamina ★★★☆☆  —  teamwork ★★★★★  —  stealth   ★★★☆☆  —  close combat         ★☆☆☆☆  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s ) ★★☆☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )   ★★★☆☆  —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s ) ★★★★★  —  superpowers / abilities ★★★☆☆  —  traps/setups ★★☆☆☆  —  medic

Any lasting injuries from combat?  —  Yes. During the U.S.J. Incident, there was enough damage to his occipital cortex that it messed everything up, leaving him blind, as well as retaining minor damage to one of his elbows. He also has multiple smaller scars from past fights, but nothing major.

Fighting style? ( BOLD any that apply. ) — commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery /superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won (a) battle(s) / lost (a) battle(s) / ruthless  / merciful

Tagging: Mutuals who see this.

[blindxaizawa-blog]

THIS OR THAT?

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or watercolour // fairy lights or candles

tagged by: @ask-shinso

tagging: any mutuals who see this

[blindxaizawa-blog]

here, take my jacket.

“Thanks—”

He knew better than to try and protest against Hizashi by now. They’d known each other for ages—and this wasn’t the first time the chill had somehow managed to get under Shouta’s skin—it just hadn’t happened in a while. He couldn’t exactly remember the last time he’d had to take it, but, it’d obviously been a while, seeing as his arms didn’t fit into the sleeves like he used to. He’d already shoved both through at once, in one swift motion, but as soon as the momentum had stopped, he realized his mistake when he couldn’t move his shoulders forward or bend his arms. 

“Pull it off, Hizashi, this isn’t going to work.”

Sweet little momentous. Accepting.

[blindxaizawa-blog]

Papa Aizawa?? I can't sleep. Can you tell me what to do to make it easier?

“Don’t call me that. My worst advice, AKA, what I do, is work two twenty-four hour, seven day a week jobs, still attempt to have a social life, and also have too much stress on your shoulders to function. Then you’ll be exhausted and ready to collapse, but then you have a new issue of finding time to sleep. For more healthy results, try tea or some natural sleeping pills, maybe meditate. I don’t know.”

[ask-loudest-dad]

"I don't even like half the people here, I don't understand why we have to come to these things."

Hizashi had his hair in a reverse french braid, and was dressed in a soft, three piece suit. This was a private event: no press, no need to be anyone other than Hizashi. But it was still a formal event, and one both he and Shouta were invited to. So, he’d offered to be Shouta’s eyes for the night. He’d helped him get ready, and had been stuck to his side ever since.The two hours they’d been here so far had been spent arm-in-arm with his life long crush. It was a special kind of bitter-sweet torture, honestly. Hizashi would keep a vigilant eye out, and whenever Shouta was going to run into or be knocked by someone, he would carefully pull him out of the way, usually by pulling him closer.“Well, a lot has gone down recently. I think it’s supposed to boost morale by reminding us all that there are still plenty of other heroes fighting the good fight, or whatever. Doesn’t really matter, we could probably slip out in another hour or so, think you can stick it out till then?”For the upteenth time for the night, Hizashi carefully directs Shouta out of the path of a waiter who assumed Shouta could see him coming.

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Shouta, in response, had let out quite the dramatic groan. Somehow, this man’s noises expressed his emotions better than he’d ever be able to verbally--all the dread of the event wrapped up in one verbal cue. Admittedly, it wasn’t as bad as he’d been playing it up to be...something about having Hizashi quite literally attached to his side made the whole ‘shaking hands and kissing ass’ thing bearable.

It was worth a bit of a chuckle having to deal with him getting ready beforehand, the complete and utter disappointment in his face upon the realization this wasn’t something he could dress down for and he couldn’t swap out the bottom half of the suit he harbored in the back of his closet. At the very least, he kept all its parts and pieces together so that he didn’t have to hunt down the right fabric.

Unfortunately, though, he only really owned one suit and tie. The events tied to the garments weren’t his favorite, it made the whole event feel a little more dreary. At the very least, he was able to break the cycle of it with his hair--rather than slicked back, it’d been pulled into a bun.

Shouta would be lying if he said he was entirely unaware of his surroundings. He could feel everyone around, mark out where they were based on the sounds of the room; He’d been training his other senses for years, he’d never been the type to completely rely on one thing. So, sure, he could easily survive the event without Hizashi around, but...it was better this way. He preferred it.

“Why don’t we just go find somewhere to sit and pretend we aren’t here?” He suggested, moving the arm that Hizashi wasn’t holding and pressing it against the voice heroes chest for the added couple inches of distance between himself and the passing waiter. He was already tired of dodging people and looking available for conversation.

[blindxaizawa-blog]

What do you think your life would be like without Hizashi in it? Does the idea frighten you?

“As far as losing him where we stand now, yeah, it’s horrifying to think about. But if you’re implying a scenario where we’d never met, the outcome would probably be the same, I’d lose my drive and meaning to be here, and I’d be dead.”

Loose lips sink ships. Closed.

[blindxaizawa-blog]

"Oi oi, revenge time, what do you really think of me? Can't be half as embarrassing as what I just spilled."

“You’re the loud, cheery, obnoxious blonde that plagues my life. I try to act like I hate it, I really do, but I can’t really make myself act like I detest you when it’s the exact opposite of that. You arguably ended up becoming my reason of living from at least second-year on, and it hasn’t really changed from that. I genuinely admire and adore you and everything you do and stand for; I love the way you think, I love your attitude, your optimism, everything. You’re like the shining beacon and symbol of hope on this dumb ass fucking shithole of a planet, if anything happened to you I’d probably raise absolute hell and then kill myself. I love you, quite frankly, that’s probably the absolute simplest phrase I could use to sum it up, even if it doesn’t feel like the right set of words to actually express anything enough. I can’t imagine living life without you.”

Shouta paused, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. His head felt fuzzy. He wasn’t entirely sure what’d just came out of his mouth; He just knew that it probably wasn’t something he was going to be able to deny later on.

Loose lips sink ships. Closed.

[blindxaizawa-blog]

You'll never get to SEE Hizashi again.

“Yeah, thanks, I get it. Fuck off.”

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MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!

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* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

[say-it-like-u-meme-it]

Break my muse in 15 words or less.

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“Quit worrying about me, huh? You’re stressing me out more.”

[ask-loudest-dad]

“I’m a worrying sort of guy, Shouta. I’ve always worried about you, and always will. But I can tone it done if I’m being too much…?”

[blindxaizawa-blog]

“I know. Just try being a little less obvious about it.”

[ask-loudest-dad]

“There anything in particular gettin’ on your nerves? Or just ease up in general?”

[blindxaizawa-blog]

He pauses. He can see his expression well enough through the tone in his voice. His own tone comes out somewhat dry.

“Forget I said anything, actually.”

[ask-loudest-dad]

Hizashi’s struck with a spike of concern. Quite possibly the biggest reason he and Shouta got along so well was because Shouta wasn’t afraid to tell him when he was crossing a line. Shouta had his boundaries respected, and Hizashi had something to sooth his anxiety because of it. He knew he was never being a bother because Shouta would tell him if he was. There was only a handful of times Shouta had retreated like this. A pregnant pause stretches out as Hizashi thinks over what he should say. His tone comes out heavy and serious.

“You sure? I won’t take it personally, Shou, you know that.”

[blindxaizawa-blog]

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

Shouta’s voice, for once, it strays from a monotone mumble. It’s almost all the more nerve wrecking, to hear the pitch shift, even just for a few words, but at the same time, reassuring. Even Hizashi’s probably only heard it a handful of times even with knowing him for this many years.

“That’s just you. I can’t really ask you to stop being you.”