半冷半燃

in that moment, i'd forgotten you.

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celesnite‌:

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       she blinks once, twice, three times before it dawns on her someone’s burning figurative holes into her back. she hadn’t done anything that warranted staring, right? at least, she didn’t think so. she just thought dogs were neat! she missed having one. she missed koromaru. plus, canines were the perfect companion! sure the one kotone was currently cuddling isn’t hers, but she seemed friendly enough! all dogs are good; all dogs are friends.

    ❝ i’m not dognapping! i’m just cuddling, i swear, ❞ she finally says, smile innocent as the canine in her arms nuzzles further into her hold. “see! we’re friends.”

There's a brief moment, very brief, where Shouto finds himself wondering if this is a regular occurrence, and a normal one on top of that. After all, it's... kind of like stopping to play with a stray cat (even if the stark difference lies between pausing to pet and completely halting to snuggle), right? And then, as he stares, he sees this odd stranger turn, with a look of what can probably be described as guilt written all over her face.

Okay. Arguably, not the same, because she looks like she knows how weird this looks to an outsider.

Maybe just a bit too flatly, he says, “I wasn’t suspicious until you said something.”

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hi!! sorry about the drop in activity (i just started school and its been hectic!)- i'd like to reapp shouto todoroki from bnha!

You have returned, traveler. Have wishes called you here again, to this bright and bare wasteland? Very well. You will always be welcomed.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #5. You will retain all that you have received from your previous stay.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

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andneptunedid‌:

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Walking in a winter wonderland sucks. It’s cold and wet and every time Neptune ducks into a building to soak up some warmth all the snow that’s stuck to her boots and clothes melts into even more Cold and Wet. At least Ohio has the decency to know what rock salt is.  

Neptune pushes her way into the town hall and stomps the gloopy half-slush off her boots on the rug inside the entrance. Everything is so gross and boring that she is actually at the point of asking for a job, which is so contrary to her entire persona that she’s offended by herself. At least no one is here to see her – oh geez no there is someone here.

A boy with perfectly split dyed hair is already at the desk. Neptune narrows her eyes at him as he turns away from the desk and towards the exit – and towards Neptune. It’s the intense stare of a girl pushed too far by god, by man, and by her own fading teal tips.

“How do you keep your hair that white. How do you keep your ROOTS that white. There is no toner or bleach for miles?“

Another week of odd jobs. Errands, mostly, in between his self-appointed patrols (for what purpose? he can’t protect without a quirk) and his own tasks. He guesses this is enough to be useful, to earn his place in the village until he can put his license to use--

Shouto looks up from the process of adjusting the cuff on his right wrist and makes direct eye contact with.. someone. He’s half tempted to ignore her, because surely she’s talking to someone else, but a quick glance around proves that he is decidedly the only one available to interrogate about hair color.

“These are my roots,” he answers, and it only sounds a bit like he’s been through this spiel before. “My hair naturally grows like this.”

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Shouto nearly misses the figure, perched precariously in his blind spot to the left. But he turns at just the right moment, arms full of twigs and branches. He nearly startles, too-- his expression changes, processing the unfamiliar face before melting into neutrality once more. Offering no greeting, he juts his chin to the wood pile behind him. Grab what you can, he means; two are better than one.

“Watch out for splinters.”

･ﾟ❄️ // @ascending--cosmos

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In the absence of his much faster innate ability to create flame from seemingly nothing, Shouto has taken on the task of lantern lighting. He doesn’t mind the snow, nor the trek the task requires (for he’s walked and walked the expanses of the village to feel useful more times than he can count)-- in fact, it’s peaceful. Distantly he can hear the sounds of the festivities, and should he turn back there is a glowing path to guide him. 

When his torch is nothing but char and cinders, he turns back. Then, in the dim glow of the evening, he spots a figure familiar (and confusing; how many more of them are here?) distant from the crowds.

“Aizawa-sensei?” he calls, belief suspended like embers in the air. Maybe his mind is playing a trick. In any case, the brief glimpse is comforting in its own right.

･ﾟ❄️ // @erasedquirk

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hi i know im a Little behind on replies but! like for an event-related starter! capping at 2 for now.

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‘ do you like people? ’

* interview the muse / x

What a weird question, he thinks, and he nearly says it, too. Of course he likes people; he has to deal with them all the time in school, as a hero, as a person. And of course he has people he likes, but from what he’s heard of himself- he’s horrible at showing it.

“I guess.”

[vhsmeme]

* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

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heirofheroics‌:

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Damian was not unused to ending up in environments that he was completely unfamiliar with. Looking around the chilled terrain, sharp eyes began analyzing the area immediately, and soon he felt ready to go around specific locations himself.

Or, at least, ready to finish preparations for such a trek.

“You there. Have you surveyed the surroundings much yet?”

Pointing at an older boy who was wandering not far from him, Damian demanded the attention of the stranger and any data he might have had.

Sure, it would be more accurate to gather all the information himself, but gaining the opinion of another could lead to a more detailed analysis. And accuracy was the most important element.

There was most certainly a complicated look that crossed Shouto’s face once he realized he was the one being pointed at, partly because there were far from many reasons (in his own opinion) for someone to point so rudely at him, and partly because he was sure whoever this was did not just address him as you there.

And so, white boots crunching over the snow as he just barely glanced over his left shoulder, he greeted the stranger with an unamused expression (though.. maybe that was just his face?). He tugged on the cuff of his left wrist, then the right, took his sweet time in formulating an answer. Of course he had surveyed the village on his self-delegated patrols, but nothing further than the Outer Ring. Without his quirk, he figured it best not to brave the great unknown.

“Nothing past the docks. I don’t know if I would call this place secure.”

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regrestore‌:

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Despite having been able to freely roam around and explore, 2B has not discovered anything of particular importance in this place. If anything, she finds it highly suspicious that there are no machine lifeforms, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t cautious everywhere she goes.

Hand always ready to draw her sword, original or not, she is once again making the rounds. It just so happens that today is finally the day she crosses path with someone other than YoRHa units or non-humans. That is to say, she comes across a real human – a peculiar one, but a human nonetheless.

Though at first she is unable to confirm this fact and ends up being taken by surprise, causing her to actually draw her sword at someone. Needless to say it’s quite the scene.

“Do not take another step! State your business… Wait.” She lowers her sword again slowly, uncertainty evident in her voice. “You are… a human?”

Maybe the sound of cleats sinking into the snow isn’t the best for stealth. Not that Shouto actually intended on sneaking about; he’s on a self-delegated patrol, as he’s done for the past few days as well, and the severe lack of disturbances has not led him to believe that sneaking around is particularly important.

Quirkless and decidedly unable to deal with someone rushing at him with a sword, he stutters to a halt, instinctively shifting into a defensive stance like he could stop this person if he wanted to. 

But then she lowers the sword, slowly, carefully (he doesn’t fully blame her for that, as he rights himself once more, the snow crunching under his boots, if she’s as unfamiliar to this place as himself), and asks possibly the most obvious question he’s heard today. 

“I’m human,” he states, and he figures he should probably have his provisional license on hand to make it true when he follows up with, “I’m patrolling the area.”

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It seems cruel to bring a child into this place on their own. Shouto’s willing to bet that most-- if not all of the people in this bunkhouse are not equipped to watch over someone so young, and that just feels unfair (to this poor kid, especially, but also to the rest of them). 

He keeps his distance because of that (is she scared? it’s hard to tell), settling into as relaxed a posture as he can manage.

“Did you come here alone?” he asks, and he finds himself hoping that the answer is unlike his own, unlike probably many others in the town.

･ﾟ❄️ // @chronogic

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Shouto knows very little about snakes, and even less about the environments they tend to thrive in, but somehow he gets the feeling that an endless blizzard is not the correct place for one. Perhaps a bit rudely does Shouto stare at this poor stranger, and by extension their pet. His eyes are narrowed in study because of this seemingly very out of place animal, and there’s only another moment before he finally asks his bunkmate–  

“Is that real?”

･ﾟ❄️ // @ifaustian

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When Shouto looks at Dabi, stagnant in a world of ice and snow, he sees fire.

Of all the familiar faces he could have seen, it feels like a cruel joke that this is the first. He thinks of the training camp in flames, his classmate being stolen from his fingertips. He thinks of his father preparing to fight a battle that very well could have been his last.

He’d nearly forgotten the feeling of powerlessness, but as his fists clench defensively at his sides and neither a chill nor burn floods through his veins it rushes back to him in tenfold. In no way is he technically equipped to deal with a villain of Dabi’s caliber, but all the same he seems more than ready to try when he asks –

“What are you doing here?”

･ﾟ❄️ // @azurepresage​

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40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

character solidifying / x

Shouto has a sense of humor, deep down, somewhere...

It’s hard to read and very dry, but he’s not totally against teasing someone once he’s sure they’re not going to immediately kick his ass. That being said, he doesn’t really get jokes or laugh often, so things like that might not land very well in conversation.

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10 and 29!

character solidifying / x

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

If the way he misses most social cues is anything to go by, Shouto’s smarts are highly academic-based. He does well in his classes, but when it comes to understanding things on an emotional level he tends to fall short. 

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Shouto’s stubbornness has been and likely will continue to be his most major weakness. It is the driving force behind most of what he does, (not using his fire quirk to spite his father, nearly fighting a police chief because he disagreed with a law, going on his own in the license exam,) and combined with his major distrust of authority it has the potential to get him in a lot of trouble. It’s really a good thing that he usually has people around to stop him from doing something rash.