# 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬 . ━━ a private writing blog featuring muses from multiple fandoms including hsr &. bnha as written by mona ( 28+ years , she / her ) . please check the rules before interaction , you can find them below the read more . heavy &. dark themes will be present on this blog , follow at your own discretion .
❛❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . stories tell about love ; about its mythical properties , the way it changes people . connections are what makes time on earth worthwhile , is what they say ━━ more than bustling chatter carries in the background , gazes lingering from afar . more than a brush one another , a gentle caress ( ephemeral ) , fading alike dust in boreal breeze . maybe . . . 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 . but why come to care , if those cherished ties are stolen away , right from underneath the tips of your finger ? ❜❜
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i . i am highly selective , mutuals only . i might not always follow back , for whatever the reason may be . basic roleplay etiquettes apply . please do not involve my in ( dash ) drama , writing is a hobby for me &. i am just here to have fun . my activity is sporadic , sometimes replies might take longer depending on how busy life is . you can nudge me if you think i have forgotten or when you are thrilled to continue our thread quickly . this helps me with direction , please be kind about it . i do not reply to my threads in order received ; i generally reply faster for characters i have muse for &. to my mains .
ii . i do not often post starter calls , since i prefer plotted threads . feel free to shoot me a message , either on tumblr ims or discord . you can also turn a meme reply into a thread if you wish to ( it is even encouraged ) , please do so in a new post &. do not forget to tag me .
iii . reblog memes , art &. poetry from their source , unless i have tagged you in it . don’t reblog threads you are not involved with . it helps me keep track of what i have got coming in .
iv . i love writing ships , which includes any sort : romantic , familial , enemies etc . of course it is chemistry - based , but feel free to just barge into my ims &. say you want to ship ( within appropriate age range ) . pro - shippers dni .
finally , the weekend has arrived ! i hope to be able to do some writing either today or tomorrow , i will be without my laptop until the end of june after that . so no writing from me until then . i am , however , reachable on discord for chatting and plotting : ephemyrals .
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 , for it is only in his last years as student he notices strength fails to answers his call from time to time . despite knowing this was bound to happen sooner than later , he was still caught off guard ━━ the hollowness in stark contrast to the abundance of his quirk . the first time it happens , midoriya finds himself amidst a hero mission— in the heat of battle . one moment he wields his fists as weapon , the next he stands empty handed in the face of a formidable enemy . the blows hit hard without the defensive energy he used to wield or the elevated speed to dodge ; but he is nothing if not crafty &. his previous battle experience allows for a resurgence to the fight . 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 , to try &. concur an enemy with a quirk whilst he is fumbling for a few sparks . he takes a blow to his temple , a constellation of stars taking shape to the exclusion of his vision . the injuries he sustains then barely register , the rush of adrenaline alight in conniption . by margin he overpowers his opponent , waiting for the arrestation team to take him off his hands .
midoriya watches his partner fight so elegantly , so purposefully , whilst he sinks to the ground ; the aftermath of a fight beyond his capabilities taking its toll . his breath is a ragged thing , tasting of copper &. grieve . 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 , the choice he made was a perfect symbolization of how he wishes to be as hero ━━ but to part with the gift he got from his beloved hero &. mentor ? ah , that hurts . a shadow casts over him shortly , but it is the voice that raises him from reverie . ❛❛ yeah , it is blood , ❜❜ he answers , swallowing thickly . his gaze has grown distant , just briefly , transfixed on his hands ; the fine lines , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 . on the teardrops , a pearlescent droplets amongst a rivulets of crimson . ❛❛ todoroki - kun . . . i think i am running out of time . ❜❜ his voice breaks , barely beyond a whisper . he doesn’t have it in him in to meet dual - toned eyes , to meet the concernment he knows he will find . or , even worse , that he would be to see pity there .
