MOVED TO @h0pefall

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— blog update

You may have noticed I have moved blogs far too many times in the last few months. It's been an experimental period for me, testing which system works better for most people, what is best for me and what is best for you.

Now, this post is the explanation of my last blog move ( for real this time ). I won't be reblogging this post, this will serve as a pinned in case anyone wishes to know what happened, and where to find me. My new blog is:

moved → @h0pefall

[goreglitters]

half of shouto’s body is gone but … them … @coldwordsburningheart

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//You are making me soft. This is AMAZING.

[hazel0217]

I shouldn’t be drawing this when studying Hamlet.

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//I am seriously thinking to make a multimuse. What's your opinion? I'd be easier to track my threads.

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Make My Muse

(I edited it a little bit)

TAGGED BY: @freckledfanboy (Thanks a lot!)

TAGGING: @sunshiinepower @azurewildfire @a-touch-of-lavender @reflectionbound @dynamitem @txnatiuh @florablooms and anyone who wants to do this!

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reflectionbound​:

      The hands on that carried her were enough to bring her some sense of focus. Her steps dragged and remained unsteady, but her eyes were opening again. She wanted to do more, but Momo recognized she was becoming a risk to her team. If she created anything else, it would have to be for an emergency only. Even now, she was slowing her team as Todoroki guided her to safety. Part of her new this was the optimal strategy, while the other part of her felt like she was a burden to her team now. “ Todo… Todoroki-san… ” She began as her breath started to catch up with her.

       Slowly, she looked around to see where he’d taken her. This was where Sato and Aoyama had been leading the people they’d rescued to safety. Then, her attention turned to Todoroki. She trusted that he and Iida could maintain the rest of the exercise without her. Still, she wanted to contribute to their success as best she could, and she certainly did not want to add to their challenges.

     As he set her down to safety, she’d adjusted to straighten herself. Her movements were stiff and tired. Yet, her classmates carried on with such strength. Momo couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt and worry that she might earn them a score that was less than what they deserved. Her teammates were working so hard to succeed. Gray eyes looked up to her rescuer. “ Thank you for helping me, Todoroki-san. ” Her voice was quiet. “ I’m sorry for concerning you. ” More importantly, she was sorry for being a hindrance.

      “ You should… ” She began, but her voice fell as if she was out of breath. “ You should return to the others and complete the rescue. Please, use my creations. ”

He wished Yaoyorozu was aware that because of her and the plan she came up with they would have finished their rescue mission in no time. The young hero had been feeling as if he was kinda responsible for the time he hadn't paid attention to what she needed to voice - the thoughts she kept to herself because of her insecurities which had kicked in after her match against Tokoyami - at their battle against Aizawa. At a time like this, he wanted to be by her side and make sure she was both mentally and physically well. He wanted to make sure that she'd be aware that fact she had run out of energy was because of how hard she had worked and nothing else.

When he had placed her down - feeling relieved she seemed to be able to focus on him - he kneed by her side, lowering to the ground so he'd be at the same height as her. “There's nothing to apologize.” he reassured. She had done more than enough and now it was time for her to rest. He extended his arm towards Sato's direction, glancing at him as he waited to hand him a bottle of water. When he did, he opened it for her and brought it close to her lips in case she wasn't feeling well enough to take it by herself.

“I will.” he said as a reply to her last words. He knew he should head back in case they needed his help, but it didn't feel right to leave her side. Even if Aoyama and Sato were there, he wanted to be certain she was out of any danger. He wasn't able to understand why. He only assumed it was the feeling of being responsible of the one he had saved. Even if it was another hero and not a frightened citizen.

“Iida has taken over.” He knew he also needed to trust the rest of their team. Iida would find this as another chance for them to be as close as a real-life rescue as possible. And in a real-life rescue, Shoto would need to rely on other heroes to finish what they had started. He needed to rest for a minute himself. Using his right side for that long to make ramps and pillars of ice for their needs, had caused for his body's temperature to drop more than it should. Activating his left side caused for the thin layer of ice that covered his skin and clothes to evaporate as he let out a tired sigh.

Observing how she moved and breathed, he wondered if he should take her to Recovery Girl's office or if it wasn't something that much serious. “With your creations, they'll be done with the mission before I get there.” he softly said. “I want to make sure you are alright first.” Keeping his eyes pinned to her own.

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witheredtodust:

      Shigaraki didn’t dive in too much of what the hero did. Only knew he attacked heroes that seemed to abuse their powers. He assumed he killed them, but it seemed he was mistaken. “Ah, I have to agree. Sometimes they deserve much, much worse than death… But the only good hero, is a dead on… Best they can never get back up and see another day…”

     A smile twitched at his lips at the accusation. “No, I’m not,” he replied firmly, his smile fading away rather quickly. Dabi had spilled everything later of who he was and what had happened to him. It happened rather recently really, but still, Shigaraki had a new burning hatred for Endeavor, for what he did to Dabi. Pushed him to the point of death. To the point he got those nasty burn scars all over his body.

     When the other grabbed his shirt, Shigaraki gripped the hand that held him. His pinkie raised, but just hovering over the other’s skin. If the pinkie fell, it would mean the end of the hero.

      “His name is Touya Todoroki. He’s very much alive. I know about him because he’s in my group, one of my team members. He took a while to share who he was. I know everything that happened to your little family while he was there at least. How abusive Endeavor is. It angers me even more by the fact he’s done such horrible things, and then acts like the best hero there is. I have to say, I hate him more than All Might….”

He was about to lose his damn mind. Toya was dead because of that bastard. He couldn't be alive. He couldn't be the villain he had faced so many times. The villain he had so many nightmares about. Shigaraki couldn't be telling the truth. Shoto - Nightfire - didn't want to believe that. He wanted to burn the other to his death for mentioning his older brother. To make him pay for those sickening lies.

“You are lying.” he said. He could barely breathe. He could barely focus his eyes at the one in front of him. “Toya is dead.” It took everything from him to not activate his left side and let his flames out. He knew everything? Everything? “YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM!” he screamed right in front of his face.

All he worked for had been for nothing. Wanting to take revenge for his brother and his mother. Wanting to make Endeavor suffer until his last breath. Not just his identity was found out but the one he had so many regrets for - the brother he lost so soon - was alive. On his path to take his own revenge. Keeping secret from his family that he hadn't died. How would things turned out if he knew?

Even when being threatened of dying, he didn't care at all. Not at this moment. Not when both himself and Toya had blood on their hands. When they both had chosen to lead their lives like this. Letting go of Shigaraki, he bowed his head and took a step back. He had to find a way to calm down. It was all his fault. Everything was his fault. He wanted to scream and cry but he had chosen to numb those emotions a long time ago in order to survive. Biting his lower lip, he felt the emptiness on his chest grow. “Take me to him.” he said. His voice returning back to normal. To the same cold and emotionless tone.

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[Closed Starter for @coldwordsburningheart ]

Shouta's eyelids diluted the sunlight, but its hazy glow disturbed his sleep, eventually stirring him. Sitting up, he let his sleeping bag pool around him. Did he fall asleep on campus again? Morning dew had settled over him in the grass amongst a grove of trees, but he could see the school beyond the thicket. Shaking droplet off himself, he unzipped the dirty yellow bedroll.

His mom was going to be pissed... but it wasn't like it was the first time he didn't go home at night. Stretching his arms over his head, he yawned. Hopefully, he had time to get to class before the bell.

Rolling up his sleeping bag, he pushed through the undergrowth with it under his arm. Leaves poked from thick knots of dark, oily hair. Dirt smudged his pale, youthful face, the faintest hint of stubble just starting to show on his chin.

As he headed through campus, looking like a lost homeless person, he barely looked at anyone. If he had, he certainly would have noticed that none of the other students looked familiar... Still in a sleepy haze, his shoulder struck another boy's. "Oh... my bad," he mumbled. Finally, he met heterochromatic eyes.

What the hell...

"Are you new...?" A messy brow rose above squinted, bloodshot eyes. He definitely would have remembered this guy-- the heterochromia and two-toned hair were striking.

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bloodshotstare​:

[Closed Starter for @coldwordsburningheart ]

Shouta’s eyelids diluted the sunlight, but its hazy glow disturbed his sleep, eventually stirring him. Sitting up, he let his sleeping bag pool around him. Did he fall asleep on campus again? Morning dew had settled over him in the grass amongst a grove of trees, but he could see the school beyond the thicket. Shaking droplet off himself, he unzipped the dirty yellow bedroll.

His mom was going to be pissed… but it wasn’t like it was the first time he didn’t go home at night. Stretching his arms over his head, he yawned. Hopefully, he had time to get to class before the bell.

Rolling up his sleeping bag, he pushed through the undergrowth with it under his arm. Leaves poked from thick knots of dark, oily hair. Dirt smudged his pale, youthful face, the faintest hint of stubble just starting to show on his chin.

As he headed through campus, looking like a lost homeless person, he barely looked at anyone. If he had, he certainly would have noticed that none of the other students looked familiar… Still in a sleepy haze, his shoulder struck another boy’s. “Oh… my bad,” he mumbled. Finally, he met heterochromatic eyes.

What the hell…

“Are you new…?” A messy brow rose above squinted, bloodshot eyes. He definitely would have remembered this guy– the heterochromia and two-toned hair were striking.

Todoroki had been heading to class. Still feeling sore after the test Aizawa put them through the day before. Their teacher had been nothing but merciless and pushed them to the point of passing out in exhaustion. Shoto wasn't feeling as if he had done well. Still not being able to control his left side properly, he had barely managed a win.

While sinking to his own thoughts, wondering for today's hero training, he accidently brushed his shoulder with someone else's. Listening to the other teen, he turned to look at him, uncertain which of them was really at fault.

His eyes were opened wide when he stared at the other, only to see someone who looked exactly like his homeroom teacher but on a younger age. What had happened? What was going on? He couldn't help but stare at him confused. It wasn't possible. Was that the result of someone's Quirk?

“Mr. Aizawa? What happened to you?” Didn't he recognize him? Asking if he was a new student? He shook his head at his question. “I'm a first year in hero course.” he replied. His first year. Taking a deep breath, he stared around to see if there was any teacher within his sight or even one of his classmates but he couldn't find anyone. He should inform someone immediately and not let the other leave. He returned his eyes on him, realizing that his glare was exactly the same as an adult.

“What do you remember?”

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kibouhero​:

Izuku managed a smile when Todoroki relented. “Sure!” he replied. He waited until his friend let him inside before setting the school work on a nearby desk. 

“Do you wanna sit on your futon?” he asked, turning to stare back at Todoroki.

Todoroki nodded at Midoriya's words. He didn't know what to say, feeling grateful for the food. He hadn't been eating properly lately, mostly whatever the restaurant near the dorms had. He grabbed the chopsticks, giving Midoriya the choice if he wanted to eat onigiri or soba bento first.

“What did you want to tell me?” he asked when he sat down on his futon. “There is something I'll need to tell you too when you are done.” he added.

@kibouhero

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//Goodnight everyone.

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cravexravage:

“Understood. I can appreciate a fellow with plenty on his agenda.” Nightfire wasn’t a threat, in the way that he had no potential to affect Crave’s business. There really was no pressing reason for them to interact ever at all, but he couldn’t allow a free marketing opportunity to pass him by. “I have no quarrel with you, and in fact I very much support any hero killing in general. So, I’d like to offer you a free sample.”

He tossed a small vial of red liquid at the other, who caught it via unsurprisingly quick reflexes.

“A fresh batch of Martyr. Just a tiny bit; not enough to incur a lifetime addiction, but enough to give someone a hell of a high, and an even worse low. Use it however you like on whoever you like; it may prove useful in your endeavors.”

And of course –

“If by chance you ever want more, seek me out. That’s all I wanted to share.”

Free sample? What made that man be certain he wouldn't kill him just because he got on his way? What was his actual plan? He was someone which made him sick. One of those who took advantage of human weakness, of someone's pain and despair for their own benefit. If he wasn't wearing his villain costume, he would have arrested him already. Make him regret the moment he dared to approach him.

Catching the small vial thrown at him, he let out a sigh. Was he underestimating him that much? Did he believe he was stupid ? That he'd get himself addicted to such a thing? His explanation started to clear things out though. Use is on whoever he wanted. Could that make his own job a little bit easier? Use it on his victims before ending their life?

“Wait a second.” he said. “First of all, what makes you think I'll let you go that easily?” he asked. Placing the small vial on his pocket, he walked closer to the other male. He needed more information. “When you say ‘an even worse low’, what does that exactly mean?” he asked. Would they be able to function ? And how long would its effects last?

@theoriesoflove

[coldwordsburningheart]

//Today it was a really emotional day. Not a bad one but a really emotional one. I wish everyone has a beautiful day. I'm sending hugs and love.

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goreglitters answered:

         akiko quietly groans at the bright screen of her pink-decorated phone in the darkness of her bedroom. cracking an eye open, she slightly angles the phone towards her, adamant on moving as little as possible. she doesn’t even care to read the notification, because she is greeted with the text conversation between her classmate and friend, shouto todoroki, as she opens her phone. she must have fallen asleep mid-text. whatever they were talking about the night before was definitely school related.

         akiko darts her eyes to the clock on her phone. 6:07 AM. she woke up in time to get ready for school. she looks back at the keyboard and the text box. she’s feeling affectionate this morning.

6:07 AM

         gomen, todorokichan!! i fell asleep on u … ohayo (╥﹏╥)

6:07 AM

         i had a dream about elephants!! did u know that elephants think humans are cute like we think puppies r cute?

6:08 AM

          i think an elephant would totally like u todochan! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Not getting a reply from Hanazawa last night made Shoto understand she must had fallen asleep. Himself followed after finishing studying his notes on history, only to wake up next morning at 5:30AM like he did every day. After brushing his teeth, he did his usual training, practicing on his new moves. Getting on his phone when he was done, he saw she had texted him. She had woken up.

[TEXT TO: Hanazawa Akiko]

→ Were you dreaming of elephants? What was it about? - 06:16AM

→ Good morning -06:16AM

→ Where did you read that? Do you have the link? -06:18AM

→ Are you calling me a puppy? -06:18AM

He hadn't ever seen an elephant from up close. Did they really found them cute ? For what reason? If so, what would a cat think of him? Would a cat like him? The stray which used to be around his house could possibly enjoy his company or did she only want his food?

[TEXT TO: Hanazawa Akiko]

→ Do you know what cats think of us? -06:23AM

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tenacityblitz​:

        Ignorance was bliss and safety this time then, Bakugou couldn’t get mad over what Shoto wasn’t aware of to bring up again.

        “It’s not as good as your sisters recipe. Had her send it to me after you dragged us to dinner, been trying to get it right every time ever since. She been using that recipe for awhile? Don’t know if hers is better because she’s got more practice with it or I’m not doing something right.” 

Was Bakugo in contact with his sister? This was something he certainly didn't expect to hear. That was why his meal seemed so familiar for Shoto. So Fuyumi had given him her recipe.

“I don't know if hers is better.” he mumbled. “But it's definitely different.” He wasn't the one to know what could the blond had done differently but the taste wasn't exactly the same. “In a good way.” he added. It seemed weird for the two of them to keep a conversation for that long, proving that cooking was a matter Bakugo was fond of. Something Todoroki would keep in mind.

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sunshiinepower:

Dammit.

This was the last thing he wanted. The worst possible outcome. The students didn’t deserve this. Didn’t need to see this part of him. To be struck with worry upon finding the man dealing with his mistake. Retired or not, he still upheld his ability to appear as the Symbol of Peace and Justice. Hunched over a table and worrying his student was not the way to achieve this.

“No,” he takes note of the harsh tone, grimacing and shifting his gaze away from him. “No, there’s no need. This just…happens sometimes.”

Sighing between clenched teeth, he’s grateful for the glass of water that surfaces in his peripheral vision. Reaches for it and sets it on the table gently. 

He should leave. Make a fast exit and reassure the other that everything was okay. Everything would be okay. He just…had to get through this.

Toshinori moves to try and lift himself, but feels the tug at his side. The immediate resistance surging through him and leaving him breathless. He leans forward a touch and bites down on the groan at the back of his throat. A hand grabs at his side in a feeble effort to stop the pulsating waves of pain. He exhales deeply.

“I’m sorry…I don’t mean to worry you, but– I’m alright.” He lifts his head when the worst of the pain has faded, looking to his student. “Are you alright?”

Being told he shouldn't call for help while seeing the older male being in that much pain was something Shoto didn't know how to deal with. He didn't know if he should ignore what All Might had said and call Mr. Aizawa or respect the hero's wish and stay where he was. He didn't do anything. He just kept staring at him, at how he battled to cover what he was going through. This happened sometimes? He was aware his health wasn't good, but he'd never imagine he had to endure that much.

‘I'm alright.’ He didn't know how to feel when he heard him say that while still trying to catch his breath. How could he say that at a time like this? Was his presence adding any more weight on the retired hero's shoulders? Was he worried for him, even now?

“There's nothing to apologize.” He hated he had made him feel like that. “Of course I was worried.” No matter how much he wanted to make his teacher feel better, he wasn't going to say something he didn't believe. He'd make clear it was natural to feel like that and that he wasn't going anywhere until he was truly alright. It wasn't about being weak or helpless. Even the strongest could break. Even a Symbol.

Sitting down on a chair close to All Might, he didn't take his eyes off him. Not even for one second. All he cared for right now was to make sure he was out of danger. “I am fine.” he reassured. Maybe he should distract him somehow? Start talking to him until he had calmed down? “I just couldn't sleep once again.” he repeated. “I was about to make something to eat. What would you like?” he asked. It's not that he knew how to cook many things but he could try to do something simple.

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witheredtodust:

    Shigaraki tilted his head up a little bit when the other shared he didn’t kill the phony heroes. ‘What a shame. You’d be saving me some trouble if you’d end their lives. Why don’t you kill them? All they’re going to do is get back up and go back to what they always do. Abusing their powers,” the villain king pointed out. The only GOOD hero was a DEAD hero in his books. It was very VERY rare when he found a hero he was okay with. And those who he did deem worthy to let live, usually quit on being a hero later on. Or joined him and played as an undercover villain.

      “Endeavor huh? He’s the number on hero right now, and a number one thorn in my side. He is one of the ones I hate most. He parades around as a hero, yet has done some questionable things in his life. One of my allies is his own son, that he abused to the point of death, or so that hero thought…”

      When the other mentioned the word happy Shigaraki burst into laughter. “Happy? Me? Those words don’t go together. I’m NEVER happy. I will maybe be happy once I had destroyed this society and leave things in ruins…”

Get back up? The villain wasn't aware of the state those he chose to let live were at this moment. The news wouldn't reveal such horrid information but he had thought Shigaraki would have done his research. Those heroes would end up taking their own lives or wish he would be the one to do so. Sometimes, death wasn't enough. Was he the only one to see that? Couldn't anyone understand his dream? His plan? “I make sure there's nothing of them left to abuse. Trust me. Sometimes death is not a fit punishment.” he said, his lips forming a wide smile.

The words that followed made his smile disappear and for him to freeze at where he was standing. His son ? His son which he abused ? What was he talking about? “You are lying.” he said. He was feeling as if he couldn't breathe. The son he abused to the point of his death? Toya ? Even if those were just damn lies, how could he know? No one knew the monster Endeavor was and very few knew of Toya being dead. He took a step closer, his eyes opened wide behind the bandages wrapped around his head. “His own son?” He didn't even care to keep his identity secret at a time like this. All he cared was to make the other tell him everything he knew.

Who was it? Dabi ? Those blue flames were those of his dead brother? “YOU ARE LYING!” he yelled, walking close and grabbing the other from his shirt. “HE IS FUCKING DEAD! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM?”

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