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indie rp blog for bnha's iida tenya. read rules before interaction!

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@iinfernus I PLAY ON SARGANTANAS!!!! i do have bal/gilg alts tho lmao MSQ WAS GREAT made me want to die too bu t u kno

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@iinfernus: ME LOOKIN AT YOUR HIEN BLOG, CRYING

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--sorry for being quiet. alongside depression and other things, i’ve kinda faltered in my iida muse for a while. i’m on my other blogs ( @hellfists / @domanprince ) lately; you can follow if you want. i’m not abandoning this blog, bc i love my boy! i guess i’m just...falling behind. i’m going to empty out my askbox and start anew with them ( either i have no motivation or i can’t figure out how to open them ), and unless you come to me and link me our thread, i’ll be dropping them. i feel disorganized and bad for doing this, but i want to lighten my stress load. if you want to keep our thread going, please im me with a link to your last reply / message me on discord! i’ll get back to writing here in a day or two; i’m working on catching up in the manga / anime now and trying to get my motivation back. thank you for understanding. <3

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6. punctured lung(s)

tenya felt as though he was going to die. it was hard to breathe--each attempt at a breath brought horrible pain through his chest that spread to every inch of his body, making him beg in his mind more and more for it to stop. tenya hardly remembered what had happened--the most his memory provided him was a glimpse of a hero coming towards him--though he found it was impossible to try to push himself to remember every detail. the light that bled into his eyes was dim and his world was blurry, which in turn caused panic to swell in his chest and his pained breathing to quicken. he could feel something on his mouth, in his arms, in his chest--something to help him breathe and stay conscious, he hoped. he didn’t want to die.slowly turning his head to the side, he forced his eyes to open wider as he noticed the blurry shape of someone sitting by his bed. his eyebrows furrowed and he blinked a few times, a shaky hand reaching out to try to touch them.

“n-nii--” tenya managed weakly, though he was forced to stop due to his sudden wheezing. the hand that reached out towards the person--who he could easily make out as tensei--promptly fell down to the side of the bed, any strength the boy once had to move it seemingly vanishing in an instant. 

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Well That Hurt

Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured. Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. The third option would be “ ☹ ☹ “ to have both wounded (in which case first generated number will be for my muse and second for yours).

Tw for possible blood and gore! Please be mindful of your partner’s possible triggers that might only apply to a couple of these.

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to the people with the same muse as me:

let me congratulate you for your fantastic taste on characters

also,

come and discuss headcanons with me

plot twin verses with me

come gush about their history and questionable life choices and asshole attitudes and the little quirks that made you fall in love with them with me

I’M NOT HERE TO COMPETE WITH YOU, I’M HERE TO DEVELOP ARCHS AND HAVE FUN WITH THIS CHARACTER THAT WE BOTH LOVE

come at me dudeski.

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--hey guys, i’m here! sorry for being quiet, i’m juggling a muse in another fandom and playing ffxiv. but i’m hoping to do stuff today!! i’ll reblog some memes and work on drafts in a bit.

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--oH

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if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

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you can’t blame gravity,                             for falling                                          in

                                             love

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--would anyone like to hear abt my bnha student oc ..... i’m considering making a sideblog for at least ONE of my ocs 

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Not to be childish but i want love and affection

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Trans women are beautiful and stunning women. Trans men are handsome and incredible men. Nonbinary people are amazing and wonderful people.

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donutcats:

me: [does something questionable or unhealthy] lol 

friend: [does something questionable or unhealthy]

me: Mom Friend Mode™ Activated

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--95 followers what the FUCK is up y’all

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@enginixm asked for a starter | closed !!

The bullet train had left him sore and achey as he finally arrived at the hospital. Bandages removed and civilian clothes in their wake, his face still bruised and scratched but healed enough that he didn’t have to have bandages wrapped around it anymore. The bandages wrapped around his arms covered by a long black shirt and bouquet of flowers.

It wasn’t like the flowers were gonna fix anything but Mic had insisted that since he couldn’t see Tensei yet that Shouta might as well bring flowers in his absence. But when he finally got to the waiting room outside of Tensei’s hospital room he found Tenya, sitting in the hallway looking like … hell. 

Of course he would. He admired his brother like no other and something like this was beyond comprehension. He’d been absolutely torn up when asking Aizawa if he could leave the festival early and he was sure that his emotions hadn’t settle down since. 

❝ Is he sleeping … ? ❞ Aizawa asked, shifting his weight uncomfortable as he stood a few feet away from where his student sat. He wasn’t good at these sorts of things but as a hero he could at least go through the motions. Right? 

Aizawa offered a small sigh, digging into the bag at his side to pull out the sports festival medal that Tenya had yet to pick up. Understandably. ❝ I brought this … because it’ll make him excited to see how far you got. I know Tensei pretty damn well and I’m sure even this won’t stop him from wondering how you did. ❞

❝ How’re you holding up … ? I can’t imagine it’s been easy … ❞

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tenya absolutely hated crying. it was something that he, as a growing man and a pro-hero in training, tried his hardest to refrain from doing. he certainly didn’t like crying in front of people, either. when he had gotten the call from his mother during the sports festival, it was painful; difficult to fight, but he had managed. he had managed until the moment he stepped into his brother’s hospital room.  it all felt as though it was a horribly bad dream--the boy’s world had been completely shattered in nearly in instant, and his chest ached and tightened with every passing moment. tenya wanted nothing more than to go back into his brother’s room, to speak with him, but at this moment in time he knew better. tensei needed rest if he were to get better any time soon, and though the doctors had told him--his family--that there were brain issues, that his legs were permanently paralyzed, tenya tried oh so hard to hold onto hope. he had taken his glasses off and put them on the small table next to him in the hallway, using this time to sit and try to calm himself down and wipe his face of any tears that escaped his eyes. every passing moment felt agonizing.  tenya sat up straighter in his seat at the voice of his teacher, a friend of his brother, sniffing and wiping his eyes with his sleeve as he reached for his glasses so he could see aizawa better. he was hardly surprised that the man had shown up, and a part of him felt a bit...calmer with him around. 

“i suppose i’m holding up just fine now. better than my mother, at least.” he finally responded, voice somewhat hoarse and quiet. carefully he reached out to take the medal, taking a few moments to admire it and run his thumb over the smooth surface. swallowing hard, he then quickly placed it on the table next to him and nodded. “thank you, sensei. and...thank you for coming, as well. i can move my things so you can sit down, if you’d like.”