. . . y ella no puede ser domada.

independent boku no hero academia oc. multiship. penned by sascha. all art used on theme and about page is mine.

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soft caring sentence compilation

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ 

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜ 

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ 

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜

❛❛ i’m so happy! ❜❜

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

❛❛ i love you. ❜❜

❛❛ wow … your smile is breathtaking. ❜❜

❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

❛❛ so what will it be tonight? ❜❜

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

❛❛ shh … don’t cry. ❜❜

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜ 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

❝  i like seeing you smile.  ❞

❝  you’re so beautiful.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ❞

❝  i miss/missed you.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

❝  i’ve got your back, okay?  ❞ 

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【SHOUTO.】

Trembling hands clench into tight fists at his sides, his chin lifting like a caged animaldaring whatever stranger was before him to take another step into his direction, lean any farther into his personal space.

It’s like every cell in his body is on edge, vibrating not strongly enough to have him lash out at the protector, the good one in this confrontation, but incessantly enough that every single muscle in Shouto’s body tenses, as if attempting to force the discomfort, the fear, the irritation in his heart to still before it grows to extents he can no longer control it.

Like his father, he would burst and be ignited by things Maite doesn’t deserve witnessing. But here she is anyway, in a situation she doesn’t belong into, in a part of his world he himself neglects to see for what it really is until he’s forced to finally acknowledge it. His bi-coloured eyes wear a gaze so stern and hard, anyone watching from outside might think he’s angry at Maite, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

He’s angry. Of course at whom seems obvious enough. And he’s exhausted, but the adrenaline in his veins isn’t allowing for that state to overcome him yet. As careful as someone managing a ticking time bomb, Shouto lowers his chin again and drops his gaze to the side, glaring at nothing in particular in favour of looking at the source of growing guilt. “You didn’t have to do that. He’s… I’m used to it, you don’t have to fight him for me.”

      【 Her own breathing grows stiff, audible, and shifts to her nose with her growing fury. She knows better than to let that reflect in her voice, as in Shouto’s state, there’s no telling how he might take it—even if in a rational state of mind, the source to which that burning emotion is accredited to is obvious.

          “That’s worse,” she seethes, although her tone is eerily calm. Between the two of them is a tension not borne of one another, but one that festers as a result of their proximity nonetheless.  “No, Shouto. I’m not going to let him fucking touch you. I’m not letting him get out of hand whenever I can goddamn help it.” She drops the hand she’s extended to him, opting to stuff it in her pocket—out of habit, yes—but mostly so it can’t be seen balling into a fist.

         The resting place for that hand is only shortly indulged before it pushes into the bag she’s slung around to her front, unearthing a notebook. Flipping to an unused page, past sketches and drawings and notes, she scrawls something down. Ripping the page from the book and closing it up in her bag, the crinkled paper is held towards Shouto.

          “My number,” she says coolly, craning her head to one side in careful observation of her friend. “Take it. Call me, text me, whatever. Whenever you need. Send me a message and I’ll give you my address, too. You’re always welcome in my apartment. ‘Fact, I don’t think it’d be good for you to go home when he’s there tonight.” Unexpectedly, in a show of her nature before she became so cold, before she became so stoic, she too drops her eyes, firming her lips and rubbing them against one another. Her empathy and worry attack her like flies to a carcass.

          “You’ve been strong on your own for long enough, Shouto. You can afford to lean on another strong motherfucker for once.” 】

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【DENKI. 】

denki blinks at the hand covering his notebook, eyes trailing up to the arm it’s connected to, then the face. he’s happy to have a distraction, honestly, and will happily go along with anything that takes him away from boring schoolwork. he grins, leaning forward in his desk with a smug look on his face. ❛ man, you’re that desperate to go on a date with me, huh ? ❜ he’s just teasing her, of course, but he’s prepared to duck in the event of a slap.

❛ i guess if you’re begging, i’ll go. ❜ he bursts out laughing at that, grabbing his bag. ❛ what do you wanna eat ? ❜

      【 She can’t help but laugh at this herself, preposterous as the whole joke is. No, she certainly doesn’t mind the idea of going on a date with Denki, but that isn’t her motivation behind asking him today. Rather, he seems as though he could use the distraction, and she’s more than happy to oblige. She isn’t lying about being hungry, though.

          “Yeah, right. You’re the only one here that’s been desperate to go on a date.” She grabs the strap of her own bag, straightening its placement on her shoulder. She’s in no hurry, though, and watches with patient dark eyes as he collects up his belongings.

           “Anyways,” she begins with a roll of her head to either side, “it’s up to you. My treat, since I needed the company. Seems you did, too.” 】

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【OCHAKO. 】

The weather is nice outside today Ochako can’t help but think – with the light cool breeze and bright sun’s rays hitting on them. Perfect day for a walk! Maite’s a good friend, and she had wanted to show appreciation ( even if she’s oblivious to the connotations ). So, it’s here she’s handing over an ice cream. Afterwards, both her hands go back to her own ice cream, pulling back the wrapper from the strawberry fruit bar so that she can bite into it. It’s cool and sweet on her tongue. Her doe-eyed brown eyes regard Maite, warm and with the light of the sun one can see the specks of gold in her irises. Pink lips curve into a sunny smile. The slip of her first name from Maite’s mouth sounds nice. Personal. Her own round cheeks bloom with a rosy hue across her lightly tanned skin. Happy.

“   I wanted to! But don’t worry about that, I didn’t do it expecting payback. I just wanted to spend more time with you outside of classes.    ”   Her answer is frank and sure, her heart oh-so-easily displayed on her sleeves so to speak.     “ — Is it okay if I call you Maite-chan?    ”   She knows Maite doesn’t use Japanese formality much due to culture, but Ochako does, and there’s very few people she calls on first name basis.

        【 Of course. Leave it to Ochako to be kind enough to pay out of pocket and expect nothing in return with the exception of company. As far as Maite’s concerned, she’s likely the worst candidate to pick when it comes to people one logically might wish to spend time with. Regardless of how pleasant she tries to be with those who haven’t given her a reason to behave otherwise, it doesn’t take much digging to find traits of hers that aren’t quite so desirable. She’s brash, blunt, haughty, and with the exception of a few who she's willing to humor, a near misanthrope once the school day is done. When Ochako has so many other friends at her disposal, Maite can’t deduce why she had been her first choice. Maybe she wasn’t.

        “Still. You don’t have a job, do you? You shouldn’t spend your money on me, Ochako, that’s for you,” she gently scolds her. Maite finds herself unable to formulate a response for a time following her friend’s next question. No, Maite doesn’t adhere to the strict customs of respect in her spoken Japanese, mainly because she finds it to be a hassle. At the same time, she's studied the language profusely, and knows well the significance of this proposition. Ochako never uses such informality.

        “You—I...I’m flattered.” Maite fiddles with her hair, even pulling it free of its ponytail so as to busy her free hand. To get out some of this nervous energy. Stretching the hair tie with her fingers, she rolls it onto her wrist. “Yeah. 'Course you can.” 】

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                                                                              ➳ B E G I N : @creatiism.

         【 “Woah, forreal? You’re inviting me over?” Momo’s question gleans a crooked smile from Maite, a telltale sign that it’s genuine. “Last time I heard about you inviting people over, it was to help them with homework. Hope you don’t think I’m struggling, or nothin’.” She’s teasing, clearly. Of all things, academics were what the brunt of Maite’s prowess was funneled into, after all. “I’d be glad to,” she then clarifies as she recalls her classmate’s tendency to overthink and worry. 】

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                                                                             ➳ B E G I N : @icyht.

     【 She watches with a steely stare as Endeavor stomps off, her nostrils flaring as she makes a pointless attempt at quelling her frustration. Rage from Maite often comes wrapped in a veil of icy calm, but this time she can scantly keep it under control—a wild animal held back with only a breaking chain. She can’t remember the last time she was this engulfed by emotion. Had the hero done any worse, she can’t say for certain that she would have kept herself from acting out in a way would earn her a suspension at least.

        Her focus shifts like the flip of a coin when she can hear Shouto’s shaking breath behind her, and she whirls on heel, slowly reaching out to him with a low-hanging hand. She doesn’t want to jar him.

        “Shouto,” she says, the name uttered like a gentle attempt at rousing someone from slumber. “Are you alright? He’s gone. I got him to leave. You’re safe.” 】

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Can YOU Sweep My Muse Off Their Feet?

Send your muse and a symbol to my inbox and have them try to woo my muse! What does it take to make them blush? Swoon? Go on a date? Try these tactics! Feel free to elaborate on the details of how they did it!

🎶- Sing them a song!

📜- Read them poetry!

👣- Offer to Slowdance!

🎻- Play them a Song on an Instrument!

💎- Give them a Gift!

🏍- Go out for a Drive!

👑- Treat them like Royalty!

🐈- Give them a Pet!

🐅- Go to the Zoo!

🍱- Treat them to Dinner!

🥂- Treat them to Drinks!

🍦- Treat them to Ice Cream!

🍿- Offer to see a Movie!

😅- Tell them a Cheesy Joke!

😳- Tell them a Silly Pickup Line!

🌳- Go for a Walk in the Park During the Day!

🌙- Go for a Walk in the Park During the Night!

💫- Stargaze!

🐉- Go Someplace Historic!

💗- Wildcard!

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                                                                           ➳ B E G I N : @oneshockyboi.

     【 “Denki.” She places a hand without shame over the notebook he’s working in, over the characters he’s scrawling, a soft breath escaping her nostrils as she beams at him. “You down to go out for something to eat after school? I’m fucking starving. Plus, you said you wanted to hang out with me at some point, yeah? Seem to recall that.” 】

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o o c . starter calllllllllll.

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                                                                            ➳ B E G I N : @veroxins.

      【 As is habit, she walks with her hands stuck in the pockets of the male uniform jacket that she decided at the beginning of the school year she liked the fit of better, sauntering over to Daiten with the start of a grin already appearing. Once at her destination, Maite loops an arm around the girl’s shoulders, leaning so she can see her face.

          “'Ey, you finally gonna take me up on my offer for a sleepover, or are you still gonna be a responsible hardass?” she teases. “There’s only so much of our heaps of homework that you can do in solitude before you resign yourself to it and become a hermit. So, whaddya say?” 】

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                                                                            ➳ B E G I N : @keshimasu.

      【 Her fingers are drenched in the blood straining from the wound ranging the width of her upper arm as it’s shielded in vain, collecting just as well in the thick blue material of her sweatshirt sleeve. She glares at Shouta without observing the somewhat-friendship they’ve maintained after all of their training together—a defensive action no doubt.

        “The villains attacked other students, too. I’m not going to bog down Recovery Girl with some bullshit injury that I can easily fix myself. Let her focus on the ones worse off than me.” The muscles in her bicep and shoulder are tight and rigid. She doesn’t want the involuntary trembles of pain to make themselves known and mar his judgement. 】

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🍦 ( ice cream wins over everyone right adfksdlf )

Can YOU Sweep My Muse Off Their Feet?

🍦- Treat them to Ice Cream!

    【 “¿Qué es tu sabor favorito de helado?” is not a question that she thinks at first will yield any particular action, since Ochako often asks her innocent questions of this particular, random sort. Now, here comes the brunette with two cones in either hand retrieved when she randomly ran off a few minutes ago with a declaration that she would be right back. Even from where she stands, Maite can see clearly that one of them is chocolate chip cookie dough, her favorite.

        Ochako earlier in the day had asked, chipper, rocking on her heels, if Maite wanted to go with her on a walk through the park. It had been such an unexpected invitation, asked with that signature pink tinge to her cheeks, that Maite, often uncertain of their standing, couldn’t help but question it. Was it a date? Again, upon seeing Ochako thrusting the cone in her direction, she finds that same lack of clarity plaguing her once more. No, she thinks, of course it’s not. Ochako always is this kind to everyone. Japan still isn’t entirely accepting of same-sex couples; she can’t assume she isn’t straight, right?

        “Sheesh, Ochako, thanks,” she murmurs as she's handed the dessert. Her words are almost sputtered in spite of how low her voice is, wholly unfitting of her often overflowing but unspoken self-importance and sureness. If one looks closely enough, there is now a blush permeating her own tan face. Unlike with Ochako, this is not common. Not at all. “You didn’t need to go and spend money on me. I—shit, haha—dude, let me pay you back, a’ight? I left my money at home but I can get it to you when we get back to my place.” 】

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Can YOU Sweep My Muse Off Their Feet?

Send your muse and a symbol to my inbox and have them try to woo my muse! What does it take to make them blush? Swoon? Go on a date? Try these tactics! Feel free to elaborate on the details of how they did it!

🎶- Sing them a song!

📜- Read them poetry!

👣- Offer to Slowdance!

🎻- Play them a Song on an Instrument!

💎- Give them a Gift!

🏍- Go out for a Drive!

👑- Treat them like Royalty!

🐈- Give them a Pet!

🐅- Go to the Zoo!

🍱- Treat them to Dinner!

🥂- Treat them to Drinks!

🍦- Treat them to Ice Cream!

🍿- Offer to see a Movie!

😅- Tell them a Cheesy Joke!

😳- Tell them a Silly Pickup Line!

🌳- Go for a Walk in the Park During the Day!

🌙- Go for a Walk in the Park During the Night!

💫- Stargaze!

🐉- Go Someplace Historic!

💗- Wildcard!

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o o c . starter calllllllllll.

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#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome! <3

siiiiiiiis i love you we need to interact more. maite loves emi and that’s just FACTS. but no seriously thank you sm you’re a sweetheART i am crying

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                                                                             ➳ B E G I N : @dreicha​.

     【 She sighs in lament for her stubbornness and ego being crushed in doing this. Always at the top of whatever classes she’s in, education coming natural to her, is it not only appropriate that asking for help would frustrate her?

        She places the instructions for the essay they’re meant to be chipping away at until next week before Devani, hand spread over top of it as she leans on the teacher’s desk.

        “Yo. Vou. Teach. I’m having trouble getting what this rubric is asking me to do. Not super clear. Can you help?” 】

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o o c . y’all COWARDS with that shipping meme !!!! i would draw art for whatever pairing was sent too bc how could i resist !!!!