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indie hero au overhaul from my hero academia. selective, multiverse && multiship. written by joel. [Mobile Links]

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eyooo more pride --

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convixtions:

‘ “ w o a h there okay then.” 

0 to 100 real fast. 

“- uh, sorry?”

         ... he takes a deep breath.

         “ my apologies for getting violent,       but you should know that touch, for       me, is a very... SENSITIVE subject. y-       ou should refrain from contact, if you       can. “

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convixtions:

‘ holds his arm instead, “you look tired?” ‘ 

         smacks hand away.

         “ DON’T TOUCH ME. “

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cconfession:

Hot take

Ever Overhaul rper has an icon thats a an exact recreation of a meme and they all need to face the fucking music and live with that knowledge, @byoukon

SHUT

THE FUCK

UP

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don’t hold his hand.

he’ll scream.

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nejirc:

    IT WAS A MIRACLE SHE WAS getting as far as she was, honestly. This was still so surreal. Her teacher, notorious for being cold, cruel, and distant, was sitting here and answering her extensive questions without complaint. How long would that last.

    “ YOU MADE IT?? How’dja pull that off?!! Hey, didja have to use Overhaul to do it? Hey, did you?? Are you actually really crafty? I never took you for an arts and craft guy, nope!! How strange! Do you make stuff all the time?? Like clothes?? Like lamps?? Hey, what else do you make?! ”

         ...

         she’s not stopping. when does she       breathe ??? he’s enjoying developing       a friendly report with a student, but sh-       e is... something to be FEARED...

         “ well, it certainly helped. especially       since i was terrible at it in the beginni-       ng... being able to start over was def-       initely an advantage. this mask, howe-       ever, is... one of the few things i made       myself. “

         “ UNLESS you count making students       cry from how you graded their tests. i       make that a lot. “

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@plagued-yakuza​ @everybodysayhey​

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Why do you always tuck in your shirt? You look like a nerd.

         “ present mic? is this you? “

[kenkaikorou]

Hey, I’m back from my (unannounced, I’m sorry ;w;) hiatus!

So, here’s an update. Unless you specifically request that I keep a certain thread with you, everything is going to be dropped. This is so that everything is fresh and I can actually keep up with what’s going on! (I just graduated high school yesterday and am on break before I go back to college, so <3!)

Here’s an update on individual blogs:

[ @kenkaikorou || Villain!Katsuki Bakugou || Going to be changing his theme and his pages. After that, all threads (unless requested) will be dropped and I will continue roleplaying and organizing my Mains page. ]

[ @byoukon || Hero!Kai Chisaki || Will continue roleplaying. Threads will be dropped unless requested otherwise. ]

[ @hellfyr || Enji Todoroki || Might not drop threads from this one, considering they’re all still organized and tracked in a list. However, all current asks will either be immediately answered or deleted.]

[ @weariedyouth || Kouta Izumi || Going to be archived. Will continue RPing as Kouta on Discord. ]

[ @kurouraa || Kouichi Haimawari || Will also be archived. Will continue RPing Kouichi on Discord. ]

However… here’s a sneak peak of what might come soon!

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nejirc:

@byoukon

    THIS WASN’T UNUSUAL. Given how Nejire came to join the Eight Precepts of Death in the first place and how they met when she was a child, it wasn’t a strange thing for Overhaul to pay her growth under him a closer amount of attention than other subordinates. Calling her to meet him in his office was nothing new - probably just a progress report, performance evaluation or new assignment if nothing else. She carried no worries or suspicion as to what this particular meeting would be about, nor if anyone else was attending. 

    SHE GLIDES WITH EASE and without a care down the twisting hallways, their entire layout flawlessly memorized, until she reaches the door. She shoots a smile and nod to the subordinate standing guard outside the room and gives a frivolous comment about what lovely weather they’re having before knocking three times on the door. He’ll know it’s her.

         unbeknownst to her, this meeting is more       than the USUAL fair -- a test of sorts, yes, a-       nd a symbol. the image of a man passing d-       own the olympic torch is invoked, keeping t-       he BRIGHT flame of the strongest remaining       yakuza organization alive.

         the next holder should be her.                                  she was raised for this.

         he is already standing when he hears her       knock. his  p a c i n g  of the office allows for       that -- and mere moments after her signature       knocking, latex covered hands unlock the door       from the inside and click the handle. he gestu-       res toward their seats in the room, as per USUAL,       before turning and sitting down in his own chair.

         “ remember to lock the door behind you. “

         it’s something he says habitually, now -- he kn-       ows she’ll remember to do it every time, and she       knows he’ll remind her. it’s their TRADITION.

         “ today is rather special, nejire. i’ve got some G-       OOD NEWS for us all, and i thought i’d share it with       you before anyone else -- it inevitably affects you       more than them, after all. “

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                   NOTHING LIKE DOIN’ GOOD TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD~!

                  indie kouichi haimawari // the crawler                                        selective                            multiship // multiverse                                   written by joel

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iirased:

cconfession:

Gaze fixed firmly on the Liar, the man in black stood statuesque while the conversation happened around him. That was two lies, now, though that second one was ‘forgivable’, in the loosest sense of the phrase. At least it showed he had the common sense to pretend to be polite whether or not he actually gave a damn about the formalities.

“So I overheard.” Voice almost cheery, overly so for the tense atmosphere of the room. “Self-preservation, was it? Smart man, and to be so honest about it- I can appreciate that, especially given you and I are going to be working very closely together. I was much the same way, initially, only out to save my own skin. I didn’t even believe much in the young master’s cause in the beginning, quite frankly, but, well. He has quite a way with changing people’s minds.”

( @iirased​ )

It was somewhat unnerving to gaze into the black pits that were the eyes of Nemoto’s mask, but Aizawa refused to turn his gaze. While he was determined to be POLITE, he had no intention of being SUBMISSIVE. The former hero shifted, then, shoving his hands in his pockets and raising his head– comfortable as hunching over was, it probably wasn’t the best position to take when he wanted to come across as an equal. 

( Nemoto had been listening. Nemoto had been listening. )

“ The last thing I want to do is get caught in a lie, ” Aizawa said, ignoring the desperate truth of his statement. “ Even if the truth is less…altruistic. Besides that, I’m not opposed to the Precepts’ ideology. This decision was a win-win for me. ” He glanced at Chisaki, not exactly looking for a reaction to his words, but…curious as to the state of his new leader. 

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         his eyes are blank, but in that moment,       he's grateful his mask is in a near consta-       nt position on his face -- a smirk had ma-       de its way to his lips.

         “ the truth is less altruistic, hnh? is self pr-       eservation really so against the grain of A-       LTRUISM? is curing disease so selfish? or...       is there more to your truth than meets the        eye? “

         he lets his question hang in the air for a       moment, then folds his hands together an-       d looks at nemoto.

         “ luckily, i  t h i n k  i know a way to find the       whole truth very easily. “

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-“ You’re all sick. And you need a cure.”

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nejirc:

@byoukon   [from here]

    SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT SHE WALKED IN ON. Yet somehow, she knew exactly what she saw. Something she knew all to well, something she’d seen in herself, in her peers, her classmates, her friends, in the people she’d come to rescue. 

    NEJIRE HAD SEEN FRAGMENTS OF IT once or twice in her teachers at U.A. It wasn’t surprising considering the stress the faculty and students had been under this past year. Though she knew they all had scars from their past that they had to confront and deal with in their own way too. Was Overhaul the kind of guy to confront it though? Overhaul was a strong person and teacher Nejire admired, and she had no way of knowing for sure what had brought this on. Though it had surprised her for a moment, she did not falter or hesitate to ask what he needed, approaching slowly and carefully, knowing being too close may be the wrong move.

   “ OF COURSE. I’LL BE RIGHT back, stay right here. ”

    SHE DIDN’T RUN FROM THE ROOM, but she wasn’t exactly walking either. Nejire knew how to deal with this; it didn’t matter who it was for, or rather, it might have mattered more to her that it was someone she cared about in this state. She returned two minutes later with a glass of water, approaching him in a calm way and extending it to him with the same quieter, soothing yet serious low voice. She was nearby yet not in the area of personal space she knew he had. She had also brought a box of tissues and hand sanitizer she was holding behind her back with the other hand she’d show later.

    “ DRINK IT SLOWLY AT first, okay? Don’t rush it. ”

         he feels so embarrassed and weak -- he       told himself he WOULDN’T do this, and yet       here he is, putting one of his poor stude-       nts on the spot and making her take time       out of her busy schedule to do something       so petty as to get him a glass of water. the       thought makes him SICK at himself, and it o-       nly raises his anxiety further. his hands lo-       wer from his red eyes to his arms, rubbing         f u r i o u s l y  at what felt like filth, as he --

         her voice gently brings him back to reality.       he turns to look at her and nods quietly, pausing       with his movements and trembling softly ..........        before slowly reaching up with his shaky hands       and removing his own mask.

         with his mask now placed in his lap, he takes       the glass from her, nodding, and raises it to his       lips. the feeling of cool water on his  d r y  l i p s        and throat serve to ground him back to reality a-       nd distract his mind long enough to pull it back...

         he is finally able to take a slow breath through       his nose and exhale it through his mouth. 

         “ thank you. i’m okay, you don’t worry about me       any further. “

         he sets the glass aside and fastens his mask ba-       ck to his face. it was starting to feel bare without it.

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nejirc:

    IT DOESN’T LOOK THAT COMFORTABLE. At least not to Nejire it didn’t, that being only one of the many reasons she decided to start with the mask out of her long list of things she wants to ask him.

    “ SINCE YOU WERE FIFTEEN?!?! Hey, that means you’ve always hated germs, right?! Where’d you get a mask like that at fifteen?? The way you said it makes it sounds like it wasn’t part of your costume originally!! Hey, was it a gift?? I like, had no idea there you were so sentimental!!! It’s totally a part of your origin, I had no idea!!! ”

         ... he was about to die of embarrassment.

         “ yes. my entire life i couldn’t stand and st-       ill can’t stand contaminants. and i... made the       mask myself, for my eventual hero costume.       that’s why it doesn’t match the rest of the outfit. “

         that, and he couldn’t tell the colors didn’t match       until it was too late.

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impuramortem: 

“Overhaul” he informed back with a serrated insistence, leaving no room for the mirror to challenge for his given name. A title that had dissolved from the tongues of any that spoke it in unceremonious disposal, save for a very select few entrusted parties. And this man however familiar at a glance was no confidant of his, and thus would receive nothing but vicious aversion to getting to know the man beyond the avian visage until the Capo was damn well prepared. Any press for further would be met with talons hellbent to wretch and claw at the mirror face paralell whether in this moment, or when he turned dark corner next.

“Never once did my message detail anything of my being FAIR” Kai added with a imperious cut through the air with his hand. Rolling his shoulders back now he sank into the violet sea of fur that crowned his neck, citric glare unmoving of Michi’s every breath. The caution on him was something he never saw in himself, it made him nauseous to behold. A sick joke manifested to taunt him– an organic insulation in the flesh.

There was no time for pleasantry here, and the cage of public provided that no hasty measure would be made between them despite the connotations. “I will elaborate upon myself only–and only if you provide to me the dossier of your coming into existence.” The Yakuza continued with stern lead, should the compliance be met with hesitance Kai had already carefully charted the route of what such attitude would bring. None of it very hospitable in the long run.

A lean forward craned his spine now dull look unamused with the fear that lingered off this binary replication “Now then–your syndrome. Tell me what you can do with it’s specifications.One can only assume by the visual assessment you posess a malady of similar lineage no?”

         “ if you don’t have the decency to treat       me as an equal and not an interrogation       target, i don’t have to be open. “

         he has a certain politeness with ‘ strange-       rs ‘, usually, but this one is already starting       to grate on his  p a t i e n c e . he is not fo-       nd of being pushed around even if he does       want ANSWERS -- his sense of self worth o-       utweighs his curiosity.

         “ don’t think for a moment that i don’t noti-       ce what you’re doing, overhaul. “ he spoke       the alias with a tone of  d o u b t . “ the bod-       y language, the approach, the DICTATORIAL       language -- yes, i came here on your terms.       but no, i will not STAY on them. “

         he leans forward, and in an attempt to turn        the tables:

         “ but now i wonder why you need to address       me with an alias. “

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xforall:

Chisaki took the prompt seriously. All Might was grateful for that. He had asked his question without prompt and recklessly after all. Grateful, huh? All Might supposed that was true. He’d been able to spend most of a decade recklessly tying up his loose ends, knowing his time limit but knowing that he had time. In all his weakness and frailty, he had felt a certain amount of invincibility.

His will was ready. His power had been passed on. He’d even stepped down as the Symbol of Peace, so that wasn’t a problem he could agonize over anymore, whether it went the way he wanted it to or not. All that was left was to…let it happen.

“Reap its benefits…” Chisaki definitely did offer some very unique insights. What lesson was there to learn here then? He found it difficult to come up with something that could give him any semblance of peace. Maybe he should go back to focusing on the first more. He had to prepare the world to go on without him.

He shook his head, noticing how tightly his fists were balled at his side. With a deep breath he forced himself to relax, his face settling into a smile.

“Sorry, it’s just been on my mind a lot recently, I suppose.” He gestured vaguely. “Must be getting sentimental, after what happened.” Kamino wasn’t all that long ago after all.

         “ no need to apologize. if anything,       i’m FLATTERED that you thought to c-       ome to me for advice. “

         he notices the tension and the forc-       ed release of it, to which he raises an       eyebrow. he wonders, then, if there’s       something more to this than he curre-       ntly knows.

         “ but... i hope you have no plans on       dying. are you okay? “