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@quirkcaught
#QUIRKCAUGHT. PRIVATE BN.HA MULTI-MUSE. FEAT: MS JOKE. AFFILIATED WITH ISA'S MUSES, WREN'S MUSES, AND AVES' MUSES. FRIENDS ONLY. LITERALLY DO NOT FOLLOW ME FIRST IF WE ARE NOT MUTUALS ELSEHWERE. MUSES BELOW.
BLOG ROLL: @lemilrion . @livingmight . @shgraki .
Ahhh yes periods… i am familiar indeed
(sensei is… PREGNANT!!!!) uoy get periods sensei?
good job. keep it up. @ kaina :)
“ SAME TO YOU. ” his death tally steadily rises. it's no personal best, but it'll ensure their escape at the very least. she takes no pleasure in killing for such trivial matter; she's never taken any pleasure in the act of killing — but their quirk was too good. there was never any hope for lady nagant — not when the hero commission sunk their teeth into the side of her neck. aspirations bled out from his jugular slowly. “ handy quirk you've got there. you sure about our escape route? ”
THE SCENE AT HAND: fingers shoved into the pockets of low-hanging pants, hunched over, scowling. if looks could kill, the pack of students onlooking warily at the unfolding sight would be six feet under by now. saccharine eyes bore into them like two bullets and, what with his quirk and all, that metaphor wouldn't be too far off. he slows his walking just barely enough to be noticeable for camie to catch up already. though barely patience, the shocking reservation towards shiketsu's pupil would certainly elicit a gossip he doesn't care to lend an ear towards. all talk and no action. it's always the same. " whatever. " his tone is biting, though not nearly as dagger-sharp as it typically is with his other peers. he's close enough to smell her perfume, and something about that makes his gut twist into the most agitating knot. " as far as i'm concerned, this just gives me new pricks to crush. "
GOSSIP, SHE KNOWS. just gossip at this school? it's a brand new pot to sift through and stir — unintentionally, though camie's fully aware it's bound to happen with a brand new set of students from a rival school in town. cliques feel threatened and those who aren't fight ( or not ) their growing curiosity towards the temporary transfers. what she fails to grasp just now are the looks that already seems to be spreading by bakugo's entertaining of her simple conversation. similarly, others look to her in fear. as if they're like worried for her? camie almost laughs. imagine that. “ eh, you might be surprised! i just hope i get a shot to go against you. ” perfectly glossed lips pull upward. in similar manner, her tone is softer than usual — smile more genuine than practiced. for a moment, she fails to imagine how flawed it even looks. “ could be fun. besides, i haven't really got to see you in action before. unless you count fighting kids. ”
how did you know i was here? @ kaina!
“ I DIDN'T. ” the raised rifle in her elbow lowers. lavender gaze lands upon the other. head cocks to the side. in truth, kaina had decided what to do when aerith was found the moment she took the mission. returning her to shinra was never an option. “ lucky guess. you're not safe here. if i had to guess, the turks won't be far behind me. let's get you somewhere safe. ”
" EMI. " her voice, so soft at the sight of the gift gripped between her fingers. she feels her heart lurch forward, stomach twisting into knots, and her body moves before she can think, bending down to hook her arms around emi's body, pressing glossy lips directly against her cheek. " you remembered! baby, you shouldn't have. you know i love flowers. "
“ I'D NEVER FORGET. ” that much is true. despite eraserhead's thoughts on celebrating something as trivial as a “two month anniversary”, it's the little things emi wishes to celebrate the most. every milestone, no matter how small, is worth rejoicing about. at least it's so with nemuri in her life. she finds herself smiling into the kiss and turning into putty against the sticky-sweet gloss. “ that's not all. i got you something else, too. ” she laughs nervously then. “ wanna open it before? — or after? totally up to you! ”
This is a small love letter to Tatami’s VA Kristen McGuire who is also an amazing artist in her own right
I had tons of fun drawing the spiky turtle girl :D
" WHENEVER DO YA? " he's leaning against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, observing the feverish clack of keys born of tomoyasu's hunched body. he's well aware that their agitation is only a superficial construct, not so much as the lopsided smile on his own lips, faint and amused. ever the prickly one, they are. " just little old me, making sure you're not straining yourself again. don't tell me that you're disappointed. "
THEY CAN FEEL THAT SLY SMILE ON HIS LIPS. their own turn downward — though seeminlgy unamused by his antics, perhaps some antics can be entertained. the cameras in the new sector of the tower are all but placed. all they must do is see to it that audio connections are secure, and the relay stays directly to their laptop-- “ disappointment is a waste of time. ” annoyingly so, koku derails their carefully planned train of thought. the laptop shuts. yes, remarkably, it's still capable of doing that. they rise, keeping a hand against the wooden table for balance. “ you're here, so i might as well make use of you. however personal those uses may be. ”
❝ be careful…there have been monsters around here lately. ❞ @ momo!
“ I HEAR YOU. ” she stalks forward, cloak drawn around her shoulders. sheld stays prepped on one arm. her opposite hand holds a bo staff. “ what sort of monsters are you referring to? — this area of the city usually has a low percentage of physical altering quirks. in any case, you should stay close to me! i'll make sure we reach somewhere safe and call for backup. "
TANGLES OF NEURONS FIRE WITH GUILT. when was it, that he lost his way? when he betrayed the man that took him in, dirt-caked and with bruised knees, as a child of the street? a lust for power overtook his mind and reason: a desire to dominate the indomitable, to stop the unstoppable. who was he, to mimic a fraction of all for one's power? who was he, to turn his hand on the only man that took him in, gave him purpose? kai's resting his head against the window of the train, listening to its engine roar like a tempest, and all he can think about is finding him. finding the boss. gotta find the boss. got to beg for forgiveness.
kaina's voice is unfamiliar in his ears, grating, like nails against his skin. it shouldn't be her that he's so close to, it shouldn't be her that he's speaking to. and it shouldn't be her telling him they'll have to wait even longer. agitation brews in the pit of his stomach, eyes cast out towards the ever-changing terrain, and he feels a bilious taste of disgust tugging onto his tongue. " no, " he concurs, shifting uncomfortably. his clothes feel suffocating. the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, and he doesn't have the means to soothe them. " i don't. "
THIS IS JUST A REBIRTH, she thinks. despite the struggle and immense frustration of this escape, this is where both himself and chisaki might find a new life. he knows almost fuck-all about this boss of his. what little information she has came from the whispers and speculations of those who dared to talk to the young head at all. ( always needing to see the boss. just the boss. ) what guidance do they believe he can offer them? what blackmail might this boss hold over his head? whatever it is, what good is any of that doing while he rests in what seems to be a permanent slumber? — and then it dawns on him. no one works this hard to wrap up loose ends; not when chisaki is so far out of the game. this is guilt. this is something more. a tie, perhaps. righting the wrongs of the past.
they'd be better off forgetting about the past at all.
“ good, ” she eases. at last, maybe there can be a second of peace; a moment for kaina to plan. “ look, i'm sorry — ” kaina momentarily thinks of using his last name, before realizing the public might catch on to it. “ — kai. it's going to take time and planning to get to him. ” he adjusts the ball cap keeping their identity mostly hidden. “ but i swear to you, i will make it happen. ” anger finally churns in her gut. anger and relief and she's not sure which to address first. “ look at what the heroes have done to you, ” they scoff lowly. “ once again this society has made a victim out of their strongest. ”
we should have been on the same side. he bites his tongue to keep himself from talking, but truthfully, he's too tired to argue these days. there is a lack of weight on his back that he's still learning to live with, but seeing her now brings with it phantom pains; fire at his back and licking at his face. these things are not kaina's fault, but hawks wants someone to blame. he can admit this. but instead of spitting vitriol, he gives the barest bones of a smile. i'm optimistic to a fault. that feels like a lifetime ago, now. he wonders if kaina believed him then, and if he believes him now. ❝ deskwork, mostly. apparently i'm no good without bein' able to fly around, so. . . ❞ he shrugs. tries not to let that same bitterness from earlier seep into his words. ❝ maybe i can be an accountant. might pay better. ❞
DOUBT IT — comes as her first answer. he wants to take him by the hand – to physically pull him out of the clutches of the hero commission. ( they wanted to do that years ago, but time is a better teacher than they'll ever be. ) her lips hang in the slightest frown; rather, it's almost a grimace from his state. chewed up. spat out. and still playing their game, hawks? “ maybe so. ” she plucks a strand of dual chrome hair from her hand and shapes it into a bullet, which is then placed in a thigh holster. they find it hard to look at him, for looking too long would reveal the boy she left behind. it's guilt. ( chewed up. spat out. ) it's the vision of fiery red wings when she closes his eyes and a sense of emptiness kaina can't quite shake. “ why are you even still here, hawks? honestly. you could do so much more outside of this shithole. ”
" I FIND THE TIME. " she's going to have something to say about that, he knows; emi's too nosy to let that one go. still, between his caffeinated tea and impromptu naps throughout the day, he's doing enough to keep himself sustained. shōta reaches for his beer, slipping his fingers around its neck, the glass slick with perspiration. beads of water hit his clammy hand, coming as a faint relief; the air swells with humidity, flecking the back of his neck with a thin layer of sweat that his black hair sticks to. " and before you get too ahead of yourself, spare me the lecture, " he says, raising the bottle to his lips. " this is nothing i haven't heard from you before. "
“ DURING YOUR ACTUAL CLASS TIME … or on train trips to and from your agency. ” a pointed look is shot his direction. she even points the back end of her chopsticks towards him. “ getting an extra hour isn't going to make the world fall apart, you know. ” however prepared her lecture genuinely is, she's stopped by his retort. soft eyes roll in light-hearted annoyance. “ alright. ” hands raise in playful surrender, and a string of laughter is stifled only by the humidity of the night. orange bandana collects sweat threatening to spill down her brow, but it continues to steadily drip down her back. “ i yield. but in that case, let's move to another topic. you and mr. man. ”
quick cute notes on my villains' hero verses:
FOR TWICE: it's a rehabbed villain and primarily works with hawks. it tries not to go into the field too much and is in intense therapy after serving some inpatient time but. they're out there.
FOR SAKAKI AND SETSUNO: both of them operate as support heroes, and they both have uses in the medical field. sakaki for numbing. setsuno for object removal for wounds.
FOR TOUYA: having left endeavor at a young enough age, touya stayed on a more heroic path, operating more as a vigilante than a real hero. he's mostly underground, though is technically employed by endeavor's agency so he can get away with his more brutal methods. this is also tied to isa's rehabbed geten au. family moments.
Let’s get married, Eraser!
" I DON'T KNOW YOU. those are grounds enough for me to deal with you my way. " the threat saturates the thick, humid air like paint bleeding into its canvas. geten doesn't look perturbed, but the hostility in his voice is unmistakable: one misstep, and he's poised to defend the land they stand upon. " but i'll make this easy for you — tell me what i want to hear, and you might get out unscathed. why have you come here? " / @ladysnipe.
“ EASY THERE, KILLER. ” hands raise in innocence. though judging by the way he speaks, they imagine he can't be any older than twenty-six. still a damn kid — but a powerful one at that. “ i'm here to meet with one of your guys. hawks. he knows i'm coming. — or uh, dabi? they both were informed of my arrival. ” finally, her arms cross over her chest. “ i'd rather not step over your corpse to get there, short fry, but i will if you push me. "
❝ you don’t look well. are you ill? ❞ @ shinsou!
“ I'M GOOD. ” forgive the bags beneath his eyes from long nights spent training when his mind refuses to rest. that in combination with an overused quirk makes for sweat pooling on his brow, and one hell of a headache. “ don't worry about me. are you alright? are you hurt? ”
“ HEY, PRETTY GIRL. ” she stands at her doorway, flowers in her hand and a small gift box in her pocket. even at two months, her heart still thumps rapidly at the sight of nemuri. immediately, butterflies hit her stomach and the pro-hero feels only slightly weak in the knees. “ happy two months. i – got you these. i hope you like them! ” / @plurarity
