space gun summoner — prism power!

selective indie oc. 21+ penned by blair

[prismpowa]

PRISM POWA— BASIL MULBERRY — The Space Gun Summoner! independent, selective, private OC. 21+. MATURE CONTENT & nsfw warning. adored by blair. carrd. memes. graphics credit @rigelig & @/ariapsds

[prismpowa]

when I thought I got a notification but it’s just tumblr glitching on old replies.

[novelbear]

"call me up at midnight" -late night call dialogue

prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

"did i wake you?"

"i missed hearing your voice.."

"when can i see you again?"

"i just left like five minutes ago." "yeah, but i miss you already."

"sing to me."

"your voice is so relaxing."

"if i fall asleep, don't hang up." "i never do, love."

"i wish you were here."

"can we talk?"

"is everything okay?" "i just need a distraction.."

"how was your day? i want to hear everything."

"it's getting late, darling."

"are you falling asleep?" "...." "alright."

"you won't believe what i heard from [name]."

"what's wrong? you're never up this late."

"talk to me. what's going on."

"i'll see you in the morning, 'kay?"

"i know you didn't just hang up on me without saying 'i love you'."

"you're the only one i'll talk to this late at night, you know that?"

"only a few more weeks, i promise."

[1anonyymous1]

nobody is coming to save you. get up

[adamori]

hi yes im kissing @prismpowa so much for these precious pieces of basahi ( basil + asahi )

artist creds for the first piece the rest are all blair <3

[prismpowa]

my chronic pain and brain fog has been kicking my ass for days!!!! Im looking forward to getting off work and rotting my brain ( attempting to write )

[flokovsky-deactivated20250623]

open: snipe.

your shirt is tugged off, dirty and covered in sweat, bare chest on full display as sweat drips down your skin. you toss it to the side, discarded like it was nothing. your hand reaches down and your pants shift down, your v-line exposed for all to see as you re-adjust it. when you look over and meet their gaze, your lips turn into a lazy smirk, walking a little closer until you can pull them closer by their hips, desperate in the way you kiss them, pressing lips against their theirs in a pathetic manner, as a low whine leaves your mouth.

[prismpowa]

You don't bother to feign innocence when you feel his hands on you. A heavy breath falls from your lips, melting right into his, your lungs still aching from what was supposed to be a completely professional training session. Maybe you hardly know a thing about him, but, god, what you do know is how much your hands ache to pull him closer, and you have no desire to hold back anymore.

"Shit, you make such pretty sounds," you rasp against his mouth, your fingers hooking around his belt loop. After an experimental tug, you push him up against the wall and slot one of your thighs between his legs. A playful half-smile plays on your face as you coo at him. "Wonder what else you could sing for me, sweetheart."

You take advantage of how spent you both are. Out of all the disadvantages your quirk had, you were grateful that your hands were still numb with coldness. A hand cups Snipe's waist, trailing up the length of his toned stomach. The feeling of his sweat-slicked abs has your mouth fucking salivating like you're starving.

"Think you can handle it?"

[prismpowa]

rumor has it.......basil is asking for kisses

[prismpowa]

KISS, KISS

🎲xoo Keigo - @eclipsemuses 2k. a kiss on the nose

We're only a couple of months into our new arrangement of sorts. It took some time getting used to having another person's footsteps to listen for in the house and groceries taking up the counter space in my once-empty pantry. I was worried for a while about how living together would shape our friendship.

When I arrive home, I shed my jacket and find the house smelling savory and warm. The sounds of utensils clicking together against pots and pans make my chest feel lighter, knowing he's here. I smile to myself, keeping that warmth bundled up tight in my chest like a precious secret, and call out, "I'm back!"

I drop off my bags and head toward Keigo's direction. The tension from the day rolls off my shoulders when I see his profile. I nudge closer to take a look at dinner and then back to him.

"Is this that a new recipe? Smells great." My drifting eyes catch a smudge of spice on Keigo's nose. I can't help the barely audible chuckle that escapes me. Gently and carefully, I wipe his nose clean.

It's moments like these that make me wonder if what we still share is friendship—when my heart sings to me to get closer, to lean over and kiss his nose, and when I give in to my heart's wishes. His skin is so, so soft, and I drag my lips over to his forehead to seal the deal.

"I'm happy to help or take over," I say, eased and relaxed to be around him. "I missed you."

[prismpowa]

--------- major ARCANA.

Bold those which apply to your muse:

The Devil: addiction, materialism, temptation, ego, fear, unhealthy attachments, dominate, corrupt, ensnare, obsess, embrace your desires, confront inner demons, mask, whip, flames, shadow, money bag, awareness of desires, manipulation

The Tower: liberation, chaos, face upheaval with courage, crumble outdated structures, confront chaos head-on, embody radical transformation, broken chains, shattered crown, lightning bolt, crisis management, liberation from oppression

The Star: spirituality, embrace hope and inspiration, follow your dreams, radiate positivity, believe in miracles, trust in a brighter future, feeling inspired, calm sea, belief in hope, escapism, detachment from reality, over-reliance on hope

The Moon: reflect, trust your instincts, surrender to the unknown, navigating uncertainty, wolf, dreamcatcher, night sky, imagination, emotional depth, belief in dreams, confusion, paranoia, fear, insecurity, nightmares, delusion

The Sun: warmth, positivity, bask in joy and vitality, embrace success and happiness, celebrate life's blessings, feel alive with energy, embody childlike innocence, child, sunflowers, crown of flowers, belief in the power of optimism

Judgement: absolve, reflect on past actions, embrace personal transformation, seek redemption and forgiveness, self-evaluation, self-doubt, fear of judgment, avoidance, inability to forgive, self-condemnation

The World: achievement, expand your horizons, reach your highest potential, feeling fulfilled, dancing, global awareness, belief in unity, unfinished business, disconnection, stagnation, lack of integration, fear of change, narrow perspective

[prismpowa]

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[prismpowa]

❝ stay here, i'll run you a bath. ❞ /iknowwehaven'ttalkedaboutitbut maybe let Tou take care of him~ - @epocryph

Out of all the different kinds of villains to face, Basil's least favorite by far were the slime types. They were slippery (quite literally) and had a penchant for completely dirtying up his uniform and curls. Thankfully, at least this time around, Tou was nearby on scene.

While Basil didn't normally like to accept help or pity, he was miserable, covered in a thick purple layer of goop. His skin felt like it was trying to crawl off from the inside, and he couldn't be more grateful for Tou's generosity. A small thanks fell from Basil's lips as he pawed off what mess he could from his face.

He didn't care for people seeing him fresh out of bed, let alone in the kind of state he was in right now: makeup running, hair matted, and clothes in total disarray. He tried to not think too much about how human he looked in that moment.

"Sorry—I hate knowing this is tracking into your house too. I'll help you clean up afterward and order you some lunch or whatever you want. If my apartment wasn’t on the other side of town, I would’ve just gone straight home…"

[destruxxon]

Here Jin was, by himself, at a haunted house. He had wanted to go with the entire league when he had spotted it amongst the other spooky festivities, but Toga had called it lame, and Dabi— well, Dabi, more or less had told him to fuck off with the idea straight to hell. It was funny though, so he wasn't too pissed about it. He got similar responses from everyone else, they'd prefer to ride rickety attractions, and eat sugary foods that would give them aches in the morning. So, he had decided he would venture in on his own, assured that it would be a cake walk for him.

How wrong he was!

The actors had him terrified, pulling horrified and shrill screams out of him, followed by uncontrollable laughter that made his gut clench in pain. He had felt himself become fuzzy with the aura of losing himself, splitting, a few times, and would have to pull himself back with a force that was starting to sour the experience. At the very least, this room has been the calmest for him so far, some of the frights falling behind the fuzz in his brain. He was mostly walking through it, half-aware, almost himself and almost not.

And then Warmth. Huh? The sudden sensation on his hand bringing him back into his body like a bolt striking a weather vane. He doesn't even have time to take in the figure before his mouth moves.

"Don't touch me. I didn't mean that! It's fine!" His words followed by an earnest chuckle, waving a hand to dismiss the awkward air at the verbal slip-up and the accidental touch.

With his mind in place once more, Jin takes a moment to regard the other, shrugging at the question posed to him. "Something like that. Assuming you got left behind too, huh?"

With the freedom of the holiday, the league had gone out without disguises for the first time in a long while. Most people hadn't even given them a second glance, and it was nice to feel somewhat normal amongst the crowds. More fanatic enjoyers of their work, had asked for photos and remarked on the accuracy, and they would just smile and thank them before quickly scuttling off to avoid any further detection.

"Ah, this ol' thing? It's nothing, just some stuff I had laying around! Took fucking forever. And what are you dressed as?" He tilts his head questioningly, finger perched on his chin as he assesses him in the dark room. "Some kind of cupid deal? You're missing your bow and arrow there, Eros."

[prismpowa]

For a moment, Basil was confused by this stranger’s polarizing response. He could believe either statement. The costume was well-made but appeared lived-in, in an authentic way that astounded Basil. It occurred to him that perhaps the stranger was trying to fully immerse himself in his role.

Basil hadn’t encountered Twice or any of the other League members firsthand, but he’d read all the emergency reports sent out by the HSPCA and The Commission. He recalled how they’d characterized Twice as a confused man but warned to be cautious, as he was just as dangerous and malicious as the rest. Basil wasn’t certain what to believe given his lack of personal experience. They couldn’t all be monsters, could they? Even if he couldn’t understand everyone, everyone had a reason for being who they were. Maybe Twice was like the man standing before him—bewildering, and good-humored.

“Oh yeah? I believe it,” Basil replied, a thoughtful look in his eye. He opened his mouth to answer the other’s question before the next group stepped into the room. Remembering where they were and that they weren’t alone, Basil nudged towards the next room. At the threshold between this room and the next, he turned back to look at the stranger and silently gestured for him to join him.

The light dims in the room ahead. Less strobing thunder and more manufactured sounds of the floor creaking from hidden speakers. Window shutters shake as the decor zombies rattle with their arms outstretched towards them. It isn't so scary, Basil thinks, knowing he isn’t entirely alone. He slows down his steps to ensure he isn’t racing ahead of the stranger.

Basil raises his shoulder, the tiny angel wings spreading open for show. "My friends and I are supposed to be Romeo, Juliet, and Mercutio from this old avant-garde adaptation. Which is a great idea and all, but when we're separated… Well, it's hard to tell. Maybe it's for the best I don’t have a bow and arrow. What if I accidentally shot someone's eye out?" He lets out a stifled laugh.

He turns his head slightly to catch the other in the dim light. The corner of Basil's mouth turns up into a reassuring smile—though he isn't sure who he's trying to comfort. He spent so much time being Prism Powa that sometimes it felt alien to just try to be Basil, or whoever he was being in this moment.

"I bet they've already sprinted halfway through the parking lot, shotgunning a truly or something. I honestly thought it would've been more fun to go to a club or something. But this isn’t so bad."

[prismpowa]

accidentally deleted like 4 paragraphs i spent the better part of the last hour writing NOOOO

[flokovsky-deactivated20250623]

coming at me like the terminator, huh ? and why're you just charging in like a madman ? give me a break. you're getting a top-notch education at a famous school .. at least use some strategy. if not, you're barely worth killing. / a dual muse blog featuring mustard and snipe from my hero academia. written by nana banana. rules here. template here.

[prismpowa]

i lied work ened up being crazy

[prismpowa]

Good morning!!! I’ll be working on more of my drafts but I’m proud to say I’ve knocked down my drafts to 18!! wow!!