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@heavenconsumed-blog
what up, my name’s Jasper, I’m 21 and I never fucking learned how to stop making blogs -
introductions aside, this is a brand new multimuse blog because i decided i can’t just keep making new blogs for every muse that happens to pop into my head so HERE YOU GO
like/reblog and i’ll check you out, many much love
koko-kessho:
If she hadn’t noticed how nervous he was by now, she would probably be blind. It wasn’t her intention to upset him or make him scared; after trying to change her attitude, emphasis on trying, that’s the last thing she’d want.
She was a little taken aback by his comment, her arms still crossed. “I’m the problem?” Instead of yelling at him again, which was obviously not the best move, she listened to him, now feeling very… guilty. Was she becoming a bully again? And to her senpai, even?
“I.. I’m sorry.” She mumbled, looking away as she attempted to apologize. “I didn’t mean to be, y’know.. Disrespectful, or whatever.. Uhm… Senpai.” God, this was embarrassing for her, realising what a brat she was being.
“I was only trying to encourage you, damnit…”
Now it was his turn to feel guilty - he didn’t... he didn’t mean to make her feel bad. He lifts a trembling hand to her shoulder and gives it a very awkward pat, trying to comfort her. Also a big emphasis on trying.
“I... I’m sorry too...” Tamaki’s hand dropped as the words left his mouth and he nervously looked anywhere but at the girl he’d just upset. Way to go, Tamaki! He moved his hands down to the hem of his shirt and fiddled with it anxiously, staring down at the ground as he did so.
“I know I’m not the easiest... to deal with...” he swallowed, keeping his gaze trailed on the floor as he continued, “so... I’m sorry...”
Honestly, it wasn’t like Tamaki was mad or angry (he was almost never) but he’d just been a little bit... taken aback. Mirio and Nejire’s attention was already more than enough for him and now he was talking to someone he didn’t even know. Yikes, talk about scary.
koko-kessho:
“Seriously, how are you in the Big Three? I know you got an impressive quirk and all that, but—“ she stopped talking when she noticed he wasn’t listening, crossing her arms with a scowl on her face.
“Hey, elf boy! I’m fucking talking to you! What the hell is your problem even, geez… It can’t be that bad.”
How indeed. Sometimes, Tamaki found himself wondering the very same thing. He was listening, just not answering - please leave him alone. Such a rude underclassman.
Her sudden shout had him jump and he turned to face her with wide eyes. Why couldn’t she just leave? God, Tamaki just wanted to curl in on himself and die. “... Maybe... you’re the problem here...” he suggested quietly, glancing down at the floor because she was god damn terrifying.
“Please... show some respect... I know I’m not much... but I’m still your senpai...”
&& without a hint of hesitance, I replied:
“ I’d lay down my life to keep you safe. “
rumiponi:
Hands linked together, Mirios smile fell briefly – though anyone could tell that even this three second frown was completely faked. Aw, and he thought that Tamaki will accept his proposal! He even said his name, Mirio felt like he was so close! At least the other admitted…that he’d be a great husband! That was totally a small victory. But the war has not been won yet…
“ So then, ” he tapped his cheek with his finger in thought, now sitting down on the ground next to Tamaki. The expression his face held seemed like he was trying to figure out every single little thing the other was thinking of, but he seemed to be at a loss. They were so different and Mirio could definitely guess what Tamaki was feeling or exactly what was in his head a lot of the time, but in situations like this the blonde figured it would be easier if he didn’t try to understand. “ If I’d be a good husband, why won’t you marry me, huh? ”
Of course, Mirio being Mirio, he didn’t sound hostile at all saying something like that, it was just light-hearted fun! But if he was already so far with it, he wondered… “ Was it my proposal? Do you need a ring, Tamaki? Or maybe I should get on one knee! I can totally try harder! ”
Tamaki glanced to the side, away from Mirio - because one look into those eyes and he’d probably crumble and say ‘fine’ just to make Mirio happy. Not that he didn’t want his best friend to be happy but - it was so embarrassing!
“We... We’re both... guys...” Not that he cared about that but he didn’t know if Mirio felt the same way. “B- Besides... you deserve... better than me...” Tamaki’s voice lowered marginally in volume near the end of the sentence and he hung his head a little, embarrassed that he’d actually said that.
Mirio’s next questions had Tamaki’s head snap towards him with wide eyes and trembling hands lift to try and keep him in the seated position (in case he was planning on moving onto one knee like he offered). If Mirio did that then Tamaki would absolutely, positively die.
“Why do you... even want to ma... marry someone like ME...”
Gives Tamaki a cup of tea while she's holing her own ( from Nejire )
unprompted // @qrktm
Tamaki’s hands reach to take the cup from her with a shaky smile plastered onto his lips. “Thank you… Hadou…” He appreciates the gesture! He takes a sip and is pleased to find out it’s his favorite kind! Nejire truly is great.
Psst, do you got what it takes to be part of the meme gang?
If you think you do head on over to my ( @unrioter ) ask box or bother @portation , @roaringflxmes or @keeroke for the invite link to your very own discord server full of memes.
This server is brought to you by the four idiots of the apocalypse; Jasper, Em, Chloe & Lucy and we look forward to you dealing with our weird and awkward asses!! Bear with us as we struggle with socializing like normal fucking people and join us in screaming about our BnHA biases.
The rules are pretty simple and will be elaborated on in the server but just a quick recap:
No drama.
No hate of any kind.
No drama.
And that, my lovelies, is where I will leave it at. So, come join us, yeah?
hey uhhhhh would you guys join if i made a discord server just to chill and chat and maybe roleplay if yall want ??
twistwaved:
She wouldn’t say a word, as he drew closer to her. It would probably only bother him to ask why he was crying… The warmth of his embrace was a great comfort. Shifting a little, Nejire rest her cheek on the side of his head. Eyes closed for a moment. A hug was exactly what she needed. There was honestly nothing better than a warm hug from a friend.
A soft hum tugged free of her at his words. She mulled them over a moment before chuckling. Now he was just being silly. Her hand ran from his hair, and down his back, hands lacing together she gave him a tight squeeze just for a moment, before loosening her grip.
“Did’ja know, Amajiki? Did’ja know?” She asked a bright note to her voice. “You’re really amazing, and you always inspire me, just by being around. Did’ja know that? I bet you didn’t.”
Tamaki’s lips curled into a small smile, though his face was still hidden so it’s not like Nejire would notice - unless she had magical powers or something (which was very possible because he’d always considered her to be a fairy). She was too good to him, really.
The squeeze made him nuzzle his head further against Nejire’s shoulder before lifting his head up and giving her the tiniest of smiles in return. “I don’t really understand how... but thank you...”
His cheeks held a bit of flush to them, probably out of embarrassment at being complimented - he didn’t agree with any of these things, but denying them would only make Nejire insist more so he let it be.
“Hadou... You’re the amazing one here...” he breathed out, dropping his arms back to his side and fiddling with his shirt shyly “I think it’s... amazing that you can still smile like that after everything... Just... Don’t forget to take care of yourself too...”
qrktm:
“We both need to protect him, Amajiki.”
Just remembering that Mirio has lost his Quirk, in combination with Tamaki’s anxious state, caused the female to sling an arm around her friend and hug him tightly. She too is depressed about it, yet not only doesn’t show it in her features, she still has her hopes high for the other.
“And Togata is pretty strong though, even if he can’t phase through matter anymore.”
She doesn’t really want to think about her losing her Quirk somehow, but she had an idea of what would she do if that occurred.
“If that happened, I’d probably fight barehanded!! Or become a teacher to help people with their own Quirks!! All Might already does that, so why wouldn’t anyone else??” She candidly states, letting go of her friend and punching the air rapidly in excitement.
He jumped a little at the contact, but eventually relaxed into her hold, shoulders slumped (as usual) as a small sigh pushed past wobbly lips. “H- He’s strong but without his quirk... he can get h- hurt...” Just the thought itself was enough to worry Tamaki an incredible amount and, god, he didn’t like it. He always worried about his best friend, but this was different.
What if... What if Mirio had died then? What if Mirio had died because of his incompetence?
Tamaki shook the thoughts away, lowering his head with another quiet exhale. He only lifted his head when Nejire let go of him and watched her punch the air curiously.
“It should have been me...” he whispered, lifting his hands up to rub at his face. “Why did they have to do that to Mirio..? T- They took away his dream...” Tamaki would never forgive those who hurt Mirio, seeing his best friend broken like that had chipped away at his heart and he didn’t think he’d be able to take much more of it. Now, if Nejire actually lost her quirk too, then Tamaki would probably just break down completely.
“P- Please don’t go losing your quirk, Hadou... We need to p- protect Mirio, I can’t do it myself...”
qrktm:
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad if you fail…”
Nejire understands how he feels about failures, however she wasn’t the one to let it affect her to the point of faring worse the next couple of times she went out to rescue anyone. And at this point of experience, she knows that there will be cases she might fail to do her work, but still go on.
“But giving up is even worse, though. Even if you do fail once, you can always try again until you get a better result. Plus, we’re here to help you out if you need us to achieve it.”
Mouth quivered as lips settled into a mockery of a neutral expression, Tamaki glanced up at Nejire for a few seconds before letting out a small sigh - barely audible, but still there.
“H- Hadou... You and Mirio are my only reasons for being a hero... N- Now that Mirio lost his quirk...” I was too weak to help him when he needed me. “I... I can’t fail anything else, I need to protect him.” he paused, instantly looking back down at the ground, as if what he said had been out of line.
“I know w- what Mirio feels like, I had my quirk t- taken away from me but it wasn’t PERMANENT...” he mumbled, a hand moving up to rub at his chin nervously. “W- What if the villains make more of the quirk removal drug and take away y- your quirk too..?”
If that were to happen, then Tamaki didn’t think he’d be able to live with himself (and he was already struggling to do that).
twistwaved:
She continued to hold his hand gently. Her eyes closing for a moment. This was probably for the best. Focusing on someone else was… relaxing in it’s own way. Eyes opened when she heard him sniffle. Brows furrowing a little. Was he… crying? Nejire wasn’t sure what was making him so upset… Or what she should do.
Releasing his hand, Nejire wrapped her arms around him, fingers threading through his hair. Fingers ran gently through his hair several times. A soft smile came to her lips. “You don’t have to apologize, Amajiki…” Nejire frowned slightly.
“Just having you around is a comfort, ya know?” She rested her head on his shoulder. There really was nothing more comforting than being around her friends.
He... He wasn’t crying, he’d deny all claims to that. Just - Just a runny nose, yeah - from the cold. Yeah, that was it. He buried his face deeper into Nejire’s shoulders (hopefully he wasn’t hurting her, that’d suck) and sucked in a deep breath, relaxing into her as gentle fingers combed their way through navy blue locks.
How it was a comfort just having him around he’d never understand, but he was grateful that at least he could do that much. Shaky arms moved to wrap themselves around his friend’s waist in a loose hug (he was too nervous to do anything more than that, god forbid he accidentally hurt her).
“Y- You and Mirio do so much for me... I... I know I’m not really good at this but it hurts me to see you guys so down and not being a- able to help you feel better.”
❛ the sun will rise and we will try again. ❜ ( from Nejire )
various starters // @qrktm // open
He… He knew she meant to comfort him - she usually did - but what good was he, as a hero, if he couldn’t succeed the first time? Trembling hands were quickly shoved into the pockets of his pants and eyebrows furrowed, ebony gaze darting from side to side anxiously before settling on the ground.
“You… You’re right, but f- failure is unacceptable…”
twistwaved:
Brows furrowed at his apology. That wasn’t right. “Why…? Amajiki… You aren’t out of line at all.” Why was he apologizing for that? There was no reason for him to be apologizing at all. There was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Her head shook at his apology. She let go of her hair, and moved so she was directly in front of him.
“Amajiki, you don’t have to apologize at all.” Why did he think that she would be upset at him? She reached out, taking one of his hands in her own. Her eyes closed for a moment, before placing herself directly in front of the boy. “I mean… I guess if anyone would understand, it would definitely be you.” There was no doubt about that.
Nejire, held his hand to her chest, holding it tightly, comfortably. She disliked seeing him so nervous, especially around her. “You know, there’s noting wrong with you caring. It means a lot to me, you know?” She was extremely grateful for it. To be honest, nothing meant more to her than to have her friends care about her. “I just… really don’t know how to explain what’s going on… You didn’t overstep anything.”
He jumped a little when her hand slid into his, but other than that, didn’t move to pull away or stop her from doing so. He was such a mess right now, he didn’t even know what to do or say or - he just wanted to comfort Nejire but he couldn’t even do that.
His free hand clenched into a fist and shoved it into his pocket quickly, focusing instead on his hand being moved to Nejire’s chest. He appreciated the gesture, so damn much. She always knew just how to calm him down and comfort him so why couldn’t he do the same for her?
He sniffled, the tears threatening to spill again, before plopping his head down onto her shoulder again to sort of hide himself. “I- I’m sorry because I can’t comfort you t- the way you comfort me...”
okay but,,,, tamaki actually getting angry - like visibly angry - at overhaul ???
