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Indie BNHA Multimuse, penned by Marcy. Blog Established 2-23-22.

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Working on a slow remake of my multifandom multimuse, but I plan to get to drafts here too. Real life wants me dead.

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One day I will be less dead

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Its a love tap. Just a gentle Smash to show how much he appreciates his brothers generosity, we swear.

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@critaero​    liked for a starter  || Accepting

“What are you working on?” Dave grinned, finally pulling himself away from his latest project to  check in on his daughter. It’d been … perhaps a bit long since he’d seen some sunlight, and had a proper meal. If Melissa had fallen into a similar habit, perhaps they could go grab something to eat. At least that was the plan he’d half-formed in his head on the way over here.

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Melissa had been rather engaged in her latest project, but the voice snapped her from her thoughts. Of course, she relaxed immediately once she realized who it was. “I’m helping a classmate with a project.” she explained, moving to let him see. “He asked for my advice, so I was just checking things over.” a pause, and a teasing smile crosses the teens face. “Finally decide to engage with the rest of the world again, Papa~?” she knew how he could be, after all.

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bastardzrus​:

∟ there’s a bit of laughter. tired, wet laughter, erupting from her as she peppers his face in little kisses. “ i missed you too, izuku. ” she uses her sleeve to wipe away his tears. 

∟ “ we must look, ” sniffle, sniffle. “ so ugly right now. ” she jokes, to lighten the mood.

Even though the name still left a sour taste in his mouth... he supposed it was fine if she was the one calling him that. He could handle it if someone talked to him in a tone like that, he guessed.

A weak smile came onto his face at the joke. “...We always end up crying like this, huh?” they had both always been so emotional.

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bastardzrus​:

∟ her hand goes to his hair, gently stroking it. it’s comforting for the both of them, the repeated motions remind herself that he’s here. he’s alive and she’s holding him like she used too, and it all feels so right, like it should be. 

∟ “ i wouldn’t have, ” she mumbles, brushing her thumb against his cheek. “ no one could replace my little guy. ”

∟ she presses a kiss onto his forehead. “ i’m so glad you’re home. ”

He was so selfish. He didn’t want her to let go, or to leave him. Even though he knew she should.

His entire body was trembling, and he felt more vulnerable than he had in a long time. While he had never wanted to come back, and had wanted her to have a good life... he also couldn’t help but to be happy. It was as comforting as it was suffocating.

“...I missed you.” that’s the truth, at least.

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symbol-of-terror​:

    His gaze changes, a seizing gleam to it. It was strange for someone besides his comrades to approach him as casually, without at least a glimpse of fear within their eyes; it pissed him off. A burning itch under his skin, always there, the need to cause pain and suffering, fear, terror; what was he if not the monster in their nightmares? That’s all he needed to be to them, the dirt under his soles and the blood under his nails… they were not worthy of anything more than that.

 — “Ah, for me?” a tilt of his head, crimson gaze narrowing ever so slightly. Words slow, dragged like a dead body on the ground, “You piss me off. State your business or die. I’m a busy person, uncle.”

And there it is, finally, the slightest hint of poison and cruelty in those eyes that know only of hate. The faintest curl of the corner of his mouth as he tries to get a reaction out of the other, something, anything, that might cause him the pain that Tomura thrives on. A monster can only raise a monster, after all.

The threat didn’t do much at all to deter Yoichi, and if anything he seemed to ignore it completely. He had seen the darkest corners of society, lived through them, died by their hands. There wasn’t much that could intimidate him, or he liked to think so anyways.

"You can’t kill me.” it’s a fact, and one he isn’t afraid to share. After all, the dead couldn’t be killed. He wasn’t real in the sense that his ‘nephew’ was, after all. “Do you feel confident enough to end my life, though? Even if you could?” it’s a simple question, at least to Yoichi. Even his brother had faltered some in his pursuit of One For All. He had to wonder if Tomura had any of the same issues.

“After all, you seem rather reckless in your pursuit.” he added, glancing to the side. “I wonder how much of it is bravado, and how much is actually you.”

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bastardzrus​:

∟ she was trying to change the subject, for his sake. before she got emotional, or she made him feel worse. but when he keeps talking, she stares at him. eyes soften as he explains himself. wanted her to forget? why would she ever forget him?

∟ then he mentions him, and it all makes a little more sense. she shifts, a bit, opening her arms. “ c’mere. ” she whispers, pulling him into a soft hug. he’s gotten taller than her, which she expected with all these years. but he still fits so perfectly in her arms, safe and protected. she may not be a hero, but she can try and protect him.

∟ “ your father is an idiot, ” bitterness lingers in her words for a moment. “ he was wrong about so many things, izuku. especially you. ” she sniffles, realizing she had started crying. “ i wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world. i would make every mistake i’ve made twice over if it meant i’d still get to hold you in the end. ”

∟ she pulls away slightly, to cup his face in her hands once more – a perfect fit. “ you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, even if you don’t believe that. no idiotic words or anything you do will ever change that.” another sniffle. “ i love you, little rabbit. ”

The last thing he expected was for her to hug him, and yet it made perfect sense. His mother was always so kind. Even though a part of him knew he didn’t deserve her kindness, she kept giving it to him anyways.

And that’s when he starts crying too.

It’s hard to hear someone talk about him like this, if only because he didn’t believe the words himself. He had only ever brought her trouble, and he couldn’t understand how she could talk so lovingly of someone like him after that. Not only his past actions, but the fact that he lied to her and left her alone.

“You shouldn’t...” it’s the closest he can get to admitting his own self-loathing. To encourage her to stop. A selfish part of him doesn’t want her to, but someone like him wasn’t lovable, and shouldn’t be.

The words ‘I don’t deserve you.’ stick in his throat, painful and raw. He couldn’t vocalize it, no matter how hard he wanted to. “You would have been better off with someone else..” it’s the closest he can get.

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bastardzrus​:

∟ she didn’t need to be super smart to tell he doesn’t believe her. his body language, the way that he wasn’t meeting her eyes, the way he … is. which must be something he gets from her, because she didn’t fully believe him, either. she must’ve done something wrong to make him feel so awful. just like how she must’ve done something wrong to make him leave … both of them to leave.

∟ “ do you know the first time i heard you laugh, i almost cried? ”

∟ why is she telling this story? she doesn’t know. “ you were an infant … we had taken you home, it had been a day or two. i was cleaning up, and i walked past your cradle and you just began giggling. you barely made noises aside from crying at first. but those little giggles, those tiny giggles … i knew i was gonna love you for a long, long time. ”

∟ she finally stops, bites her lip, and sighs. “ sorry, i was rambling, wasn’t i?” a pause. “are you hungry? i can start on dinner, if you want. ”

The story makes him stop, if only for a minute. Of course he doesn’t remember something like that... but he knew that she had always loved him. He wasn’t sure anyone else did. Not even the person who he kept searching for... but for some reason that love scares him. Like he didn’t deserve it. Wasn’t that why he did all this in the first place? Because she deserved something that wasn’t him?

When she tries to change the subject, he doesn’t answer the question.

“I... wanted you to forget me.” he admits it, not quite sure why. “All I did was... break stuff, or make the other kids hate me. I didn’t have any Quirk, and that’s why Dad...” he doesn’t want to finish it, but they both know. That’s why he left in the first place. “...I heard what he said when he left. When he said he couldn’t stay because of me.” he felt like he was choking. Like someone was crushing his lungs... that would have been more preferable to this.

“I wanted you to be the same way.” to decide he wasn’t worth it. “You would have been happier if you...” if she never had a child like him.

[bastardzrus-a]

ft. @critaero​: ❛  just face it , you’re stuck with me now - whether you want to or not.  ❜ ~Bunny for Inko in the house arrest au

found family starters. / accepting.

∟ “ izuku, i will always want you. ”

∟ “ look at me, my little one. ” gently, she takes his face in her hands. green eyes meet nearly identical ones staring back at her. “ i’m not stuck with you. you’re my son. i would want you around in all circumstances – the good, the bad, and especially the ugly.”

∟ “ i’m sorry if … i ever made you feel unwanted, or unloved, but i promise you, i won’t let it happen again. not when i just got you back. ”

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He... didn’t believe her.

Everything about this just made him sick. Made him feel wrong. The room he was in, that was the same as it had always been. That name he hated so much. And what was supposed to be an assurance... it just felt fake.

He had never belonged here, and he had never wanted to be back. He didn’t want her to have to burden herself with him, even if she acted like it wasn’t.

“You didn’t.“ is the only thing he says. It’s the truth, if nothing else. She did nothing wrong. It was always him.

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;; starter call

Like/Reblog for a starter from the New Muses { Rin, Hawks, Hana, Yoichi, Keigo, or Touya }. If you don’t specify I’ll randomize!

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I probably have the biggest muse for this troublemaker at the moment and I don’t know why

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symbol-of-terror​:

The crimson gaze doesn’t hold any particular feeling or emotion as it calmly watches the other, the seemingly washed out mirror or himself, and yet the look in his eyes was enough to tell him the reminiscences where only external. There was no one like Tomura, not really, whether a god or bad thing. Still, it couldn’t be a simple coincidence; guess he just had even more to talk about with the old man now.

— “I don’t tend to waste time with ghosts of the past..” Harsh words, even though they lack poison; for this man is nothing to him, but what has been just insinuated. A ghost, a memory, a blurred name at the footer of a forgotten book that Tomura would never bother picking up. The past was useless, the future unnecessary; all he had was the present, valuable time the one before him was not worthy spending on. Very few people was, “What do you want? The old man’s in Tartarus, I’m sure you know that much.”

Yoichi didn’t exactly except a warm welcome from the male, nor did he even want one. While he understood Midoriya’s resolve to save Tomura, and he respected it, he understood the risks of that mentality as well. The more intertwined the other became with his brother, the less likely they were to be able to do anything but get rid of him. Yoichi had to wonder where exactly things were heading, and how the issue would resolve.

“I’m not here for my brother.” thankfully. Someone who was once his closest friend was now nothing more than a horrible monster. There was no love lost for his brother, not after all he had done to both him and his successors. “I’m here for you, or else I would have just found him.” the spirit of One for All steps a bit closer, not afraid to approach Tomura. Death meant nothing to one who was already long gone, after all. “You might not waste time with me, but I have more patience than that.”

[colitan]

ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 is being able to see that             there is 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 despite all of the 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘.

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I probably have the biggest muse for this troublemaker at the moment and I don’t know why

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@bastardzrus asked: “on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” kiri to ochako :D!!

"...A twenty.”

She didn’t even try to hide her grin at the suggestion. Sure, it was good to keep up on eating healthy for the sake of training, but also they deserved a break. Nachos sounded a bit too good to pass up, after all.

“Just this once, though!”