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// short starter call for kinoko komori !

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// short starter call for kinoko komori !

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starter for @veroxins​

the mushroom hero she-mage waves her hands up and down, spitting and babbling a hundred tiny black specks off of her tongue. with a high-pitched groan shroom throws her lilac water guns into the grass and collapses besides daiten.

“  i’m so sweaty i’m going to die.  “  she pants dramatically, swiping a long set of bangs aside.  “  i could have been an architect, dai. i could have made one of those cute little fans that’s also a water bottle for when it’s so hot out.  “  komori wheezed, spitting out a glob of spores unattractively.  “  damn my aspirations -!  ”

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»  ° ° veroxins​:

what   a   dick.         her   hand   twitches   as   she   breathes   through   her   nose   and   huffs,         barely   suppressing   an   urge   to   hit   him   for   everything   he’s   said   so   far.         yet   still   the   skin   on   her   arms   begins   to   discolor,         all   the   way   past   her   wrists   to   her   palms   as   her   quirk   begins   to   activate.

“       what   they’ve   done      ?         think   about   what   you   just   said,         hero,         because   1-a   has   either   been   in   the   fucking   hospital   or   at   the   school   since   the   attack.       ”

”         and   your   plan   is   what,         to   sit   on   your   ass   while   a   teen   kills   himself   for   an   abuser   and   a   stupid   fuck   like   you       ?         i’m   with   the   commission   and   i’m   not   stupid,         asshole,         i   know   everything.         your   plan   is   useless   and   it’s   going   to   ruin   him.       ”

“  if you knew everything,   “  hakamada chose instead to infantilely police her phrasing to sway the argument to follow into relevance to the mission,  “  you wouldn’t have hunted me down.   “

were this perhaps a month ago he would indulge the criticism... save for the fact that he was dead at the time. there may have been truth in the details of her rant, but they were lost on him. being a hero had always been thankless work, even with the smoke and mirrors. perhaps endeavor would have said something less dismissive, 

“  if you’d like to be of use to anybody, shiketsu and seiai’s camps are back east.  “  jeanist feels her rage, despite his focus being on getting back into contact with hawks and their own rescue team. it stirs his guts. working with children was always a nightmare, how had he so often forgotten ?   “  i think your vigor would be of better spent with them.  “

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»  ° ° veroxins​:

“       enough   with   being   useless,         jeanist,         you’re   going   to   tell   me   where   midoriya   is.       ” 

@captiivcs​   <3′d.

his tone was collected, despite daiten’s clear frustration.  “  with that tone, rest assure if we knew i still wouldn’t tell you.  “  he insisted dismissively, holding his dead-gone radio with three fingers at his height. 

“  do you have a plan in place for once you’ve found him ? i should hope so, given you kids are tearing ours to down bits like fray hemmed jeans.  “

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the body is dead, there’s no doubt about it or, well... it certainly was when it first got here !

starter for @liberatedwill​

his spirit was strong, even if he seemed peculiar to the everyday salaryman. anyone could have killed best jeanist in the weeks he was recovering from the rescue mission he accompanied and was subsequently injured in. his spirit was why hawks had chosen him as his victim. the current third top-ranked hero being out of the picture was a bonus that came with the trust of the meta liberation army.

best jeanist nearly stood 7 feet tall, a human half his size would struggle to fit into that duffel bag without a few sprains. the blood that had originally soaked the fibrous material a deep, dark black was certainly his- they had checked. they checked everything. he hadn’t been breathing when he got there, there wasn’t now nor had there ever been a pulse. all that was missing was a formal autopsy, which was too in the realm of the possible. by all accounts, best jeanist was very certainly and conveniently dead. 

it was to be expected, retrospectively: his very soul ached. it was an experience that made him miss fashion modelling of all things. tsunagu was expected to recall every voice, word, and plan that reached his ear. he had plenty of time to recall the irony of being unable to rest, even in death.

it took so long, and it hurt so terribly. when he was displayed like a trophy, how was hakamada expected to regain enough strength to escape with a plan of his own ?

he knew the types of shoes and who wore them by the sound of their step against the marble, the uncertain breath of those who would stop to ogle at his blue-grey skin, when there was nobody else around. most importantly, he knew how to do his job. in spite of his agony, jeanist was the best.

he had been dead for 11 weeks when he began to talk again.

“  .....rr...

                   “  ...re.....des.....  

slowly spoke the voice most certainly belonging to a corpse.

                                                       .. t.....ro.........  “

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emotional prompts.

basically i got soap in my eye while i was taking a shower and now i'm angsty so. bon appetit!

" i needed you. i needed you, and you weren't here! so where the HELL were you?! "

" i... i'm so tired... "

" everything's falling apart. "

" i loved you! i l loved you so bad it hurt! and now i'm over you, and you're telling me it wasn't all for nothing?! when it's too late?! "

" how dare you! "

" i'd move all the stars in the sky if i thought it would ever make you happy. "

" please... please, tell me how to fix this. "

" i did this. i ruined everything... "

" don't go. please. i... i don't want to be alone... "

" i tried fixing this. i knelt down and put it all back together, but... it's never going to be like it was before. is it? "

" could... could you just hold me, a while? "

" oh, love... what have you done? "

" i just... don't care anymore. "

" you aren't a monster. "

" you never talk about your past... why? "

" i never want to see you again! "

" you asshole! you asshole, i hate you! i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! "

" why would you DO that?! "

" i don't hate you. god, i could never hate you... "

" i would've done anything for you. but now... i mean, it seems so clear how one-sided this whole relationship was. "

" i think this is where we part ways. "

" for what it's worth... i always liked you. "

" do you have any better ideas? because trust me, i'm all ears! i don't want to do this! but we're literally out of options! "

" if i could take it all back, i would... but i can't. "

" i should've listened to you. why... why the hell didn't i listen to you... "

" you're not your past. "

" you know what? you're on your own. i can't watch you get yourself killed. "

" if you could only see yourself through my eyes... "

" we've all done stupid, terrible things. but it's not about that. not anymore. all that matters is how we proceed now. "

" none of it was real. "

" to me it was real! it felt real! "

" don't do that. don't act like you don't give a damn. "

" we both know there's nothing here for me. not really. but you... you have a whole life here, ready and waiting to be lived. "

" don't be angry. please, don't be angry. i can take it from just about anyone, but not you... "

" i can't let you do this... "

" why are you still here?! why?! i destroy everything i touch! and yet you still stick around! "

" i love you. always have, and always will. i... i need you to remember that for me. please. "

" this is what your plan is? hiding? disappearing and running away when the going gets tough? fuck you. "

" they've/you've taken EVERYTHING from me! "

" i trusted you! "

" i lied. "

" i'm sorry. "

" you/they don't get to walk away! you/they don't get to act like nothing ever happened! "

" i forgive you. "

" i'm not angry. anger is a luxury i afford for the people i love and care about. but you... well. i'm just resigned to it, i guess. "

" we're done. "

" i don't love you anymore. "

" you don't get to be mad at me! "

" don't touch me. "

" please... say something. "

" none of this would've happened if you had just listened! "

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// finished all my drafts !! tentative starter call..

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»  ° ° @ofphantasma​

“Oi, oi, BJ!” The spirited yell is accompanied by the flapping of wings and a breeze as said wings help him not to smack into the pavement. Hawks must have been off duty; otherwise he wouldn’t be wearing a jacket with Tsunagu’s hero name embroidered on the back.

“Look, I managed to snag some of your new merch ‘fore it sold out. Cool, right?”

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best jeanist’s head turns at the casual, familiar voice call his most suspicious of nicknames. he holds an arm over his head as the younger hero touches down, and his attention is pulled to comb down the few golden hairs that were blown out of place by the arrival.

“  i see,  “  he confirmed,  “  the wash compliments your undertones. it doesn’t give you any trouble ?  “  denim was never practical, (almost,) but hawks’ wings made him question the purchase even more so. 

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🏡 &🍬 both for best jeanist and mustard ...

talk about your muse ! - accepting

send 🏡 for a home headcanon

best jeanist has a penthouse apartment, although doesn't spend much time at it because of his busy schedule. in the time it takes him to recover out of the public eye, his living room became designated to boxes and boxes of gifts and well-wishes that had been sent to him over the months. the people at the post office have a few choice words for him too.

send 🍬 for a family headcanon

he's never publicly spoken about family of any kind. however, in the past jeanist has worked very closely with the foster care system. there are several verses (and hopefully more to come) wherein he fosters or adopts children in cases he's involved with.

send 🏡 for a home headcanon

mustard lives in an apartment with his parents, and is very protective of his room. he has a desk, chair, and cabinet that all don't match, and a well-loved but very comfortable couch in leu of a bed. besides the front door, his bedroom is the only room in the house with a lock.

send 🍬 for a family headcanon

his parents are very young, and have issues with substance abuse. while inadequate, and getting worse over the years, they care about mustard; keeping track of all his allergies, and ensuring he's awake for school and at least pretends to do his homework every day. despite his villainy, they encourage him to make something good of himself.

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* talk about your muse!

send 🍯 for a food headcanon

send🥛for a drink headcanon

send 🐢 for a mental health headcanon

send 🦄 for a physical health headcanon

send ⌛for a sleep headcanon

send 💕 for a love headcanon

send 💣 for a stress headcanon

send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

send 🤲 for a religious headcanon

send 🏡 for a home headcanon

send 🍬 for a family headcanon

send 💼 for a work headcanon

send ⛈️ for a sadness headcanon

send 😡 for an anger headcanon

send 💩 for a ridiculous headcanon

send 🌼 for a happiness headcanon

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»  ° ° @ofphantasma​​​

Shigaraki knew they were on opposite sides (degenerate murderer talking to a sunny hero; how more different could they get?), but the Quirk was fascinating to him. Hopefully knowing how dangerous Shigaraki could be would keep him from any dumb moves!

“It’s fascinating.” Like, legitimately, how did it even work…?

“…I think it’s a good Quirk.”

“  uh- huh... thanks !  “  think of it when had he even seen lemillion’s quirk in the first place ? did this guy seriously just want to have a chat ? this is insane.  “  it’s called permeation, it’s a lot trickier than it looks.  “

“  for some reason i didn’t think you had many thoughts on quirks, i guess you would know a thing or two about them, huh ?  “  he filled the briefly empty air with a warm, if disingenuous chuckle.

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»  ° ° veroxins​:

“       where’d   you   say   they’d   be   at      ?         i’ll   put   it   in   my   phone   this   time.       ”         this   job   was   going   to   be   long.         can’t   they   remember   she   had   school      ?         daiten   huffs,         seeming   annoyed   with   something.

@captiivcs​   <3′d.

a push-to-talk system resulted in static from the microphone whenever it was used. what a pain it was to work with her, with anyone.   “  fill me in on why your attitude is so rotten today later, if there’s time.  “  the computer-altered voice replied from the student’s laptop.

“  you’ll be meeting them in the naruhata shopping district.  “

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»  ° ° @ofphantasma​

A lot of books, Dabi felt, could be judged by their covers. Not that he read too much lately; most of what he read was texts and such to meet and plans, nothing like newspapers or anything more substantial. Book looked cool? Probably was cool. Book looked awful? Pass.

“If they’re as weak as you, it’ll be a breeze.” Dabi tended to give his opinion freely, even if it was as rancid as his vibes. He didn’t give a shit if anyone he was talking about was around, either- if he didn’t want to be talked about Mustard should simply be stronger.

this would-be ally probably couldn’t distinguish his face from his own ass. it was clear he didn’t know a thing, though mustards ears were hot with frustration the more he was shot down nonetheless. he had proven to be just as evil, or whatever it was they were looking for, as this dabi character was.

“  if that was the case we wouldn’t be here.  “  it’s a pragmatic response, and mustard still manages to seem cool on the surface. how pathetic the older man must have been, to be intimidated by someone he saw as a child.  “  you’re embarrassing the both of us.  “

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@captiivcs said: 👂👂👂👂 // 4 mustard

"...you're sure the kid isn't gonna bring us down? I trust the fucking meat guy- not that one, the other one. The one who won't shut up about meat and flesh. I trust him more. Kid's gonna hear a stick break and run off. He's gonna be nothing but a liability."

The contempt was all too clear in Dabi's voice.

Relationship Building Meme- No longer accepting

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mustard wasn’t going to lose his temper, such comments had been nonstop since he got here. if there was anyone who shouldn’t have been judging proverbial books by their covers, many fingers may have pointed to dabi regardless.

“  you seem very confident in your ability to beat on some over-accredited schoolchildren.  “  still, it was obvious the older villain knew he was in range to hear, and it wasn’t as if anyone expected mustard to be the bigger person.  “  i’m their same age, and you seem awfully precautious of them.  “

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»  ° ° scarletwhirlwind​:

“Figures I’m sent to sub in a patrol where no stores on the beat carry Max Coffee.”

“  that sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen.  “