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@ninjinhito
Kanaka, Jin - Adult Hero Costume by CharactersByChaos on dA.
This will be one of the last pieces of art for Jin.
Jin Kanaka (aka Ninjin) as an adult in her hero costume.
Using her Capturing Weapon to weave intricate clothing has made her a mild fashion icon in certain circles, but she is more a champion of Quirk users who normally wouldn't have the chance to become heroes.
If you ever see her without her Capturing Weapon, you're dead.
Some pose reference from @senshistock was used.
Apologies to my RP partners, but I will be withdrawing from the BnHA fandom/RP community. I just don’t enjoy the world and characters as much as I used to. I enjoyed the time I had with all of you and hope you feel the same!
Reblog if your muse is not a cuddle bug and has hang ups over touch.
((Not pointing fingers, not calling out, but seeing some people getting grief over having muses that have issues with touch. Even casual touch. These muses, like my own, have steps/permissions/rules for people to touch them freely that are often ignored.
Sometimes ignoring a complex flaw in a character can be distressing. These muses have these flaws for reasons of realism or detail. Not every muse out there is a cuddle bug and enjoys being fondled all over…no matter who the other person is.
Respect the muses that are standoffish to hugs, shoulder tapping, rubbing, random hand holding, and anything too close to their personal space. They are valid.))
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"It's so tiny. You think both our drinks will fit on it?" She chuckles at her own joke. "In any event we should be able to keep things private if our voices are low," a wary glance around the dining area. All the other tables are full or occupied by at least one person and their computer.
"Miss," came the barista's voice from behind the counter. "Here is your iced tea and coffee."
"Ah, thanks!" Ice sloshes in the plastic cup as Jin picks it up. The cup of coffee is carefully balanced and transfered towards Izuku. "You need any add ins?"
Hey hey! It's been awhile since I've seen you, how's it going?
“Um, well… I decided to investigate that League of Villains. Hopefully I can fit the info gathering into my fitness regime!” She laughs nonchalantly. “Class 1-A might be a good place to start since they’ve been major targets of the League.”
risky asks
1. “@” people you want to be friends with
2. screenshot the tabs you have open
3. the last text you sent to someone?
4. do you have a nsfw blog?
5. i dare you to _____
6. screenshot the first page of your search history
7. tell an embarrassing memory or story
8. how often do you take showers?
9. what was your first blog URL?
10. if you draw or write, show some of your really old work
REALLY risky asks (watch out!!! super Risky)
1. if you had to hug anyone who would you hug
2. whats your favorite flavor of ice cream?
3. whats your favorite color?
4. if you have pets, what are their names?
5. do you like a warm bed or a cold bed?
6. whats a really good memory you have?
7. favorite song you cant stop listening to?
8. do you drink water with or without ice in it?
9. do you like to use correct grammar when you type or just type all lowercase?
10. whats something thats made you laugh recently?
i rly like chinese plus sized fashion bc they use models who aren’t just hourglass/pear shaped, a lot of them have wide waists and larger arms and its so nice to see that like too much in american plus size they try to only show models who have the coke bottle figure in some way and its like cute but thats not gonna help me when i buy the garment and it looks totally different on me.
like u almost NEVER see models wit these proportions for western plus sized clothes but like how cute is this???
Jin is afraid of most all mammals. Bugs and scaled creatures she is okay with, but furry creatures scare her. It mainly stems from her not knowing how her Quirk will affect the small creatures if she makes contact with bare skin. She's only really dealt with sea life and people before, so her interactions are strained at best with other critters.
The mere mention of Nezu starts her shaking.
If someone works with her and shows her how to bridge the gap then things go a little smoother and Jin can interact somewhat normally with animals. She's still absolutely terrified though. Best not to leave her alone.
yall are still pretending mathematics isnt incredible and cool as shit? in 2019? lmao grow up
"Everyone is announcing their heights, huh? I'm 5'7" or 170 cm." The same height as 1-A's Eijirou Kirishima.
ninjinhito:
“Then you’ll just be even cuter than you are now. Right?”
“Not really…I don’t wanna have to get my hero suite remade…”
"Oh no, I didn't consider that! Isn't it made of stretch material? I always thought you looked so comfy, even though the suit is so tight."
“I think I ate too many sweets…I’m gonna get fat.”
“Then you’ll just be even cuter than you are now. Right?”
Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.
Denki sat in his own room, folded into the corner of his bed where it met the corner of the room. A habit from the foster houses, knees drawn up in his chest and his face buried in his legs.
The blonde’s mantra?
“I’m happy for them. I’m happy for them. I’m happy for them.”
“…m’not tho…”
There’s a knock at his door. An unfamiliar, female voice calls. “Pidgin, you in there? I got the stuff like you asked.” It’s faint, but a plastic shopping bag rustles. “I couldn’t decide on a flavor so I just got every single one I could find. Guess we’ll have a rainbow of pop rocks!” The girl laughs, then quiets down. “Pidge?” The door handle jiggles.
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“I’ve been dealing with the burden of my quirk for almost a decade now. What was once traumatic is now…” a pause, as she pulls open the door. “Barely a scratch. I’ll stop moving forward when I die. You can do as you please with my body,” she says, lurching inside the shop.
An aromatic wave of coffee grounds and hot milk spills out from the doorway. The inside is cozy and slightly warmer than the outside air, either due to the machinery brewing or the number of bodies. In a dingy corner towards the back is a tiny table, barely big enough for one person and a laptop, let alone two people, despite the two chairs positioned beneath it.
“You’re welcome to test my resolve later if you see fit,” Jin states flatly, producing a wallet that is clearly not hers from an unknown location. “You want anything?” She asks, pulling a wad of cash from the main pocket of the billfold and counting it zealously. A solemn frown sets in as soon as she finishes counting though.
“Sure. Later then.” Izuku gave a small nod, before raising a brow at the wad of cash. “Plain coffee, I guess. Where’d you get the cash? The boys from earlier, maybe?” He questioned, a frown pulling at his lips, mirroring Jin’s.
Lowering his voice, he narrowed his eyes in her direction. “I’m still a hero, you know. I don’t condone stealing. That won’t help the world, so it’s certainly preferred if you don’t make it a habit.” It almost sounded like a threat. Maybe it was one, even.
“I found it in a dumpster,” she says plainly. “Still had bits of noodles and shrimp on it too. You’d be amazed what people throw out.” The wallet is tucked away again, but she keeps the cash in hand. “This one time I found a perfectly good container of--oh, yes!” The cashier calls Jin up to order.
“Can I get a coffee and, uhh... Hibiscus Tea? Iced. Not the coffee! Just the tea.” Jin finishes up the order and counts out the bills. The remainder is stuffed into a pocket on her shorts, along with the change. She joins Izuku a moment later.
“Think the corner is okay? It’ll at least be quiet.”
“Give it back,” she says, staggering to her feet.
“What?” You scoff.
“Give me back my quirk.”
You laugh. “You do realize you still have it, right? I’m just borrowing it.”
“It doesn’t belong to you,” she growls.
You blink.
Gym shoes stomp forward. What’s she planning next?
You ready your stance just as a hand clamps over your face.
“That’s MY quirk. You don’t deserve it.” Her hand pulls away, along with what feels like half of your face. “I’m the only one who can endure this,” she whimpers between tears. “Nobody else should be forced to endure this!”
This pain is unreal. Blacking out would be a far kinder option, as unconsciousness teases the edges of your mind. Your brain is unable to formulate any wisened, coherent semblance of a response, focusing all thought into a singular, primal, terrifying scream. Those around you stare in shock and surprise at the sudden outburst. Instinctively you clap a hand over the searing part of your face.
"My face!" You howl, glaring cold death at the girl. "What the hell did you do to my face?!" You scream.
"Nothing," the girl says, holding up an orangy palm. "Your face is fine."
What?! You pull your hand away from your face, the pain still fresh and stinging. Sure the palm is a little sticky and glossy in some spots, but there's no blood. Just what is her ability? You thought it was some kind of nullification quirk, that's why you copied her.
"Monoma," Kendo starts. "Your face is fine."
"Ye-yes. Of course," you let out an uneasy laugh. "It's just a trick. There's no way I'll let it happen again! Allow me to return the favor, you overgrown carrot!" Spreading your fingers wide you move in to swipe at the girl. If it's this painful for you, it must be equally painful for her. She doesn't even try to block; your entire palm makes contact with her face, covering it up completely. "HA! Consider this payback for even thinking about moving up to the Hero Course, you–!?"
Your hand might as well have the skin ripped off; the pain is even worse than your face. You try to hold in another scream as you stare at your hand. It's fine. A little orangy, but–wait! The orange stuff is blood! It's just such a small amount that it's unnoticeable at first. This power is...?!
You look up at the girl. Her lips are red. The red spills down the corner of her mouth and onto her chin. Her lips are red with blood.
"I'm the only one," she repeats, face raw, eyes barely even misty. "Who can endure this pain."
You let out a primal yowl, lunging to attack. The war cry dies in your throat with a swift chop to the neck. Another, familiar chop on the back knocks you out.
Jin responding to people she doesn't like trying to talk to her
