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indie oc multimuse rp blog (bnha/yugioh/sports anime-based) written by peach.

[quirkladen]

@diisccvery​​ // continued.

     "Not at all! Hearing you talk Duel Monsters strategies makes me think you'd be really good at shogi! Have you played?"

     Clasping her hands, Koharu conjures up an image in her mind's eye of what a game between them might look like and feels a zip of enthusiasm. Ahh, but let’s not get carried away... With a small shake of her head, Koharu zeroes back into reality just in time to catch Yugi's next words, casting a glance around to note the absence of the friend in question.

     "I bet it is," she remarks with a soft laugh. "Hopefully they don't give him too much trouble--ah?" Her voice trails off into a faint squeak at his next words. Wants them to meet her? Really? "Y--Yes...! It would be nice to meet them, too--actually, if you'd like..." She wrings her hands and then moves to gesture them about quickly as she steels her nerves. "They could--come to the cafe sometime! You mentioned most of them play Duel Monsters too, right? We have a few regulars who use tables at The Lucky Rollcake for it as is, and I'm sure I could get you guys a discount on the food!”

     Actually, she knows so. Every so often, her dad very earnestly tells her she can invite friends to the cafe any time, and that he'll make sure they feel welcome. She used to feel so bad about not having any friends in particular to do so with, but now there's--well, they're Yugi's friends, but Yugi is her friend--maybe, kinda, possibly. At the very least, they're fellow game enthusiasts. Game enthusiasts who eat together sometimes. That's something, right?

[smileandteeth]

‘I want to embroider every word you just said onto a cushion.’ kei @ fiona FKDHGKHSDKLGH

@quirkladen​ // 🍽️

“i-i didn’t mean…. i just got so caught up in the moment. the cake is so good. d-don’t please tell the professor i said something so inappropriate i don’t want be kicked out from class!!” she would have preferred to have her third slice of cake saved for when she got home tonight but almost immediately does fiona break her desert from it’s jail and start eating it. i guess that means she has to buy a fourth one before she leaves and before kei can notice “work has just been so stressful and i’m not banking on becoming a hero but if i could maybe trade jobs. i think…. i think…. i wouldn’t be so out of it.”

[quirkladen]

     "Your secret’s safe with me, I promise," Kei remarks after a delighted cackle, black sclera gleaming with boundless mirth in the face of Fiona's sudden nerves. "Besides, I'm not entirely sure he'd even believe me. And if he did, he might just chalk it up to my influence. Get that adorable little wrinkle between his eyebrows like he usually does when he's about to say something and then reconsiders it."

     They ruminate on this for a moment with a fond smile, imagining, then shake their head, amused expression softening in the face of her troubles. "You’re not banking on it? You’re coming along very well in our classes, though. Ah, but I'm sorry to hear work's been so stressful, I'm sure it's not easy to balance it with the coursework from night school. Are you in a position where you can request a short leave of absence, or a transfer to a less-hectic department that might give you some space to breathe and take stock?" They pause, and then add: "If you think it'd help to just talk through what's been happening, you can lay it on me."

[smileandteeth]

💪 Pick my muse up (hinata @ koichi) local jacked teen hauls up vigilante like bag of flour, more at 11

@quirkladen​ // 💨

“IT’S FINE I CAN RUN AWAY ON MY OOOOWON–!!” this isn’t much of a surprise for him; someone throwing koichi over their shoulder in the middle of a retreat. “i really am fine on my own! i didn’t mean to bother a hero on their day off but….wait you aren’t taking me to the cops are you?” koichi wiggles as his nerves begin to bleed out and he’s shocked to learn that he’s stuck in her vice tight grip. maybe if he could get her distracted….

[quirkladen]

     "Hah?" Hinata's eyes widen a touch at his remark about bothering a hero on her day off, head turning to assess his expression for any mockery before allowing herself to take it as a compliment.

      "Not a hero--yet. Just a student." Still, his comment puts a further spring in her sprinting steps. She huffs, readjusting her grip to keep him upright as she makes a sharp turn down a side street. Her brows furrow. "And I'm not gonna turn you over to the cops, but you’re a vigilante, right?” She looks up to the sky as she runs, catching the cloud of dust bursting up from the site they’ve been running from. Heroes on scene, it looks like, dealing with the remaining ragtag villain group. “There are some weird, territorial pros around here who’ll get you in shit for getting involved, pretending it’s all concern.” The Yamauchi family breeds their heroes to be especially adept at it, and knowing the area, there’s probably one of those pricks on sight as she speaks. Her expression sours at the thought. “Hey, can you look back, see if we're good?”

[briilliance]

 A small gasp broke past his lips at her reply, hand moving to rest upon his chest as Denki could feel mist clouding his eyes. That was a low blow! How dare she be so considerate and thoughtful to remember his hobbies and what he liked!?

Curses! 

Foiled again by Ringo’s massive heart and beautiful face.

There was nothing he could do to combat this thoughtful angel, simply accepting defeat to her grace by pulling her into a hug and place a kiss of surrender upon the bat queen’s forehead.

“You’re the best you know? I’m so lucky..”

[quirkladen]

    "Fufufufu..." Ominous as her chuckle might be, it quickly trails off in surrender as the arms encircling her and kiss pressed to her forehead leave her stammering a little with a rapidly-reddening face. “Geh!”

     Still, Ringo valiantly soldiers on with bravado. "Th--There is no need for such accolades! After all, is a simple task indeed for me to take note of the things another enjoys and anticipates when they have so--er--inexorably..." Is that the right word? Suddenly losing steam at the next words lining themselves up in her head, Ringo ducks her head, voice dipping shyly: "...endeared themselves so strongly, to me..."

     Which is to say, she's the lucky one here, and of course she pays the utmost attention to the things Denki excitedly babbles about--has an entire entry on her notes app for just such subjects to make sure she looks into them later.

     "Well!" Loose ringlets bouncing as she abruptly lifts her head again with a showy huff, Ringo reluctantly entangles herself from her boyfriend in order to jut out an elbow in offer for him to take. "Shall we? I of course must pay for this first," She shakes a gaudy decorative skull with plastic-jewel eyes, which utters a soft, tinny cackle from the speaker inside in response. "As I simply cannot live without it, but right after, we’ll go!”

[quirkladen]

galaxythixf​:

Monoma’s eyes follow her every move and he has to wonder why she can’t sport this much energy when it came to her studies. Her explanation didn’t exactly displease him, however. That sort of attitude was actually rather satisfying to hear and could prove useful if she simply knew how to apply it. "So when something’s too challenging you back off, is that it?” At least, that’s what he’s gathered by her academic performance and explanation. “Or is it simply not interesting enough for you to focus on your academics?” It’s a genuine question without the usual condescending undertones, a courtesy of being his classmate.

“Either way that’s a clear lack of motivation and perspective that we could adjust—that’s a start.” Just as the gears begin to turn her question interrupts his train of thought for a moment, almost a little amused that she even bothered to ask. “Me? Well, there are a number of things that spur me on but my academics have never exactly been an obstacle for me.” Even if he was speaking truthfully, there’s a blurred line he’s created between bragging and stating fact. “Simply bettering myself to beat the odds is enough for me. Performing adequately will only get you so far, so I aim for my best. I may not be a brute but intellect usually makes up for what physical strength I like in combat. I apply my strengths where necessary to compensate and receive the same outcome.”

     "Wh--that's--" Blustering, Ringo motions wildly with twitching hands, mouthing soundlessly around syllables that do little more than die a soft, screeching death at the back of her throat. "The--the second thing, obviously! I've no issue with pursuing that which ignites a passion in my heart!" Regaining her usual momentum again, Ringo huffs indignantly and thumps a fist loudly over her heart. "And I take no umbrage with avenues of academia which allow for more creative emphasis." She sniffs, disdainful. "Like--literature! There's no problem with that, because I can say what I think is right (although, sometimes Vlad-sensei says I write too far past the word limit...), but subjects like math are so... tiresome. There's only one answer, and you have to figure it out just so, in such a finicky way that I can't keep straight, and it just..." Here her voice tapers off into a series of dejected mumbles, posture drooping as she twists her fingers through her hair, hoping he won’t think of her as an idiot for having such trouble with the subject, as has been somewhat a point of ridicule for her in the past.

     Still, when Monoma shares his insights, Ringo is compelled to straighten up and try to listen properly, pitching forward with a furrowed brow and comically-intent expression, her fists clenched tight to her chest.

     "Mmh... I see! An intriguing perspective, but... Then--what do you think? From where can I compensate for my... mathematical difficulties...?"

[quirkladen]

multiipl​:

Someone who’s too polite to refuse people… Hisao ducked away shyly. Spot on. If it wasn’t for her, those people in front of the gates would have squeezed him like a lemon and then tossed him aside, and he wouldn’t do anything about it. ─── ❝ T-Thank you… S-Sorry to bother you with this… I know you were just passing by. ❞ The truth in her words is undeniable. It’s true that he doesn’t owe them any explanation, especially not to something not even concerning him… tho he doubted the reporters even knew that…

     "There's no need to apologize. As students, we need to look out for each other." The words are spoken matter-of-factly, and Mino gestures with one hand for him to keep walking with her. Her brows furrow, mouth set in a firm line of disapproval as she shoots a brief look over her shoulder at the commotion. "Especially now, with everything going on. The reporters have gotten particularly shameless in their pushiness...” Her attention returns to her classmate, arching a brow. “Is this your first time really dealing with them?”

[smileandteeth]

‘and I would like you to make it to next week.’ atsuko @ koichi

@quirkladen​ // 💨

“i’ll be careful!!” koichi sings gliding back and forth on the ground as if he was his own rocking chair. it eases his nerves for just a bit after they’ve managed to finally get their breaths back. “i know we managed to get away but i don’t think this villian has any kind of tracking quirk and they’re already in custody…” this comes after already being singled out by the villain themselves. their specific threat to killing the crawler and his kin for the rest of eternity was a bit bone chilling. “running away is part of my forte! i think i’ll be safe till next week!”

[quirkladen]

     "Until next week? Crawler..." She knows he's trying to lighten the mood, but after the harrowing series of threats that was spat in his direction tonight, it does little to soothe her nerves. Brows furrowed and gloved hands resting on her hips (today's vigilante disguise is Cleaning Lady B, complete with bowl-cut wig and janitorial jumpsuit), Atsuko shoots him a wary look. "I'm not trying to freak you out, but I've seen enough corruption on the corporate level to know that sometimes you can't count on weeding out a villain's influence just by capturing the villain themselves, you know? Because of my quirk, I fly under the radar, but you? You're a lot more recognizable."

     A fact that is no small source of guilt for her as someone whose quirk allows her the safety-net of guaranteed anonymity that Crawler lacks. When they’d first started this habit of impromptu-teamups Atsuko had noted that keeping their identities secret from one another was the safest bet, but... well, when you know a vigilante and a civilian with uncannily-identical mannerisms and features, that ideal becomes a lot more complicated.

     Her stern look tempers into something gentler the longer she looks at him in this brief stretch of silence following her words. Closing the small bit of distance between them, she places her hands down firmly on his shoulders, imploring. "Just... be especially careful for the next little while. Okay?"

[quirkladen]

@briilliance said: He's going to hang upside down in front of her. "Trick or treat." - Hanta for Hinata

"Uhh..." Impressively thick eyebrows furrow as she takes in Sero's upside-down look of anticipation, racking her brain for what sort of trick or treat she could possibly offer when all she's got is her gym bag on her and--oh!

Rifling around in the bag, Hinata pulls out a small protein bar, holding it out with a perplexed expression. "I guess...?"

[smileandteeth]

‘I have odd feelings … for you.’ ringo @ august

@quirkladen​ // 🥇

“odd feelings?” august pulls out a slip of paper from his back pocket one could say the list of adjectives there makes up half his vocabulary already. “do you think i’m adorable, adventurous, brainy, brave, charming, cheerful, bright, attractive, cooperative, courageous, colorful, clever, delightful, determined, distinct, cute, curious, encouraging, expensive, famous, fancy, fantastic, fine, famous..” as he reads he flicks at each word individually before looking towards ringo for any physical confirmation, any subtle agreements that of course august is as good as each of these words suggest. 

[quirkladen]

     The alarming fervour lit in her which prompts her to make the strange declaration in the first place is extinguished just as swiftly in the face of August's customary smugness. As he begins his list, she half-tunes him out, sudden aghast embarrassment sweeping over her as she realizes to whom she has bamboozled herself into believing, just briefly, is a charming boy. It's half the fault of the damned setting sun, she thinks with sudden vitriol, squinting up accusingly at its retreating figure before her gaze falls back to the source of her agony. Something about the soft look of his hair as the wind rifles through it, too--he's grown it out again today, she thinks, and has steadfastly avoided remarking on it against his best efforts.

     "...Never mind. T'was but a fleeting madness of mine..." She mutters, sharp brows notching downwards as she regards him. Against her will, her ears burn, and she swiftly turns her head to the side, tugging at a stray ringlet. "And it's a shameful look to fish for compliments!" Not that she's in any place to speak reproachfully on that matter.

[briilliance]

There’s an eagerness to her nodding, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet as she held her hands close to her chest. Arms held upright to the sides of Ochako’s body.

This could be useful! Maybe if she impressed this Mino student, she wouldn’t have to suffer through Hatsume’s experiments and trials in order to keep her equipment going.

Plus, if she could help, that was good too right?

“How come you didn’t go with your class? You’re part of support too right?”

[quirkladen]

     "Ah, it's a trip they always schedule for just the first-year support course students. It shows them the ropes, gets them some time with experts in the field to ask questions and bounce ideas off of... very informative as I remember it."

     "I went last year, and the second and third years at that time covered any maintenance work for us, as well. At any rate, we'll be going this way." She jerks a thumb down the hall and moves to start walking, looking over her shoulder to ensure Uraraka is following. "We do try to keep even old equipment clean, but there might be a bit of grime on some of it despite best efforts, so I'll get you a shop apron to cover your uniform."

     "Your quirk... involves the pads of your fingers, if I'm remembering correctly from the Sports Festival this year...? We should have some fingerless grip gloves in the workshop supply closet if you need them during the process."

[quirkladen]

smileandteeth​:

“oh! you’re going SHOPPING?!” then there’s no other place for august to be than tagging along! as humbling as it is being fate’s favorite lucky child nothing showcased august’s ability better than shopping. spending money, saving money. DEALS.  if people weren’t impressed at how amazing he was at combat, academics, agility, sports, video games, cooking, comradery, singing, staying up late, showboating, making jokes, shooting clay pigeons, ping pong, typing, songwriting, bass guitar, piano, drums, the triangle, making spaghetti, making plans, making pizza, - [ A/N: LIST REDUCED FOR TIME AND SANITY ] 

then they would be absolutely thrilled with how august could use his passive luck to garner fortunes! “HEY!! i can save you plenty of money! thanks for letting me tag along!!”

     "Geh--" Of course! How could she make such a fatal error?! August Faust, the man who often manages to knock an extra loose snack out of the vending machine when he uses one, who found 500 yen stuck to the bottom of his shoe once, who constantly and infuriatingly always seems to get an extra carton of fries in some lucky error whenever they get burgers, who got the super-extra-ultra-rare colour variant capsule figure on his first try from the machine (with someone else's coin he'd found waiting in the slot, no less!), who [REST OF LIST OMITTED FOR BREVITY]--of course the braggadocios fiend would leap at the opportunity to show off his ability to find deals where there logically shouldn't be any!

     ...Well, but if she thinks about it like that, maybe he can be used to her advantage...?

     "...Alright! Listen well!" Her booming voice returns to her then, alight with the possibilities, her unknown  emotional quandary with him temporarily forgotten. She whips a grand, pointing index finger in his direction, head tipping up half-haughtily in his direction (and half just to meet his eyeline better). "What we are on is no mere errand, no discovery with a cut and dry conclusion... No, what I seek is more elusive, more intangible... What we will be looking for is... an item with a certain atmosphere, you understand?! An ominousness, a certain..." her hand rotates at the wrist, searching for the right feel. "...Arcaneness. Yes, that's it... A tome of esoteric lore, perhaps... well, something like that... I’ve no need for half-hearted men, so if you are to come with me, I expect you to give it your all!"

[quirkladen]

smileandteeth​:

it clicks a few moments into kei taking off their shirt and that he’s only just sitting there turning his thumbs over and over into his hand; feet lightly kicking back and forth. i’m not even in the bed i’m just watching. the thought springs him forward as he tiredly tirelessly turns over on his stomach and throws the comforter on top of him. 

left arm dangling over the side his right hand tucked up underneath his chin, face barely pink. “there’s no fan going on right? i should be fine with just this..” taking a second to pause abel pats down part of their pillow wall to the right so he can still make out kei’s face.

“i can sleep peacefully here, it’s not like your place is haunted.”

     Kei's eyes gleam with amusement at Abel’s remark.

     They very briefly consider making some jokingly-vague quip like 'not that we know of', but quickly think better of it upon recalling Abel's apprehension during their short stay at a purportedly very haunted motel room several months prior--one which had landed them on a 3 AM trip to the convenience store for some purifying salt. (Though there had been none available, Kei had maintained that the pink Himalayan salt had to do something similar, it just gave off that vibe. The rest of the night was spent in idle conversation passed back and forth to distract the poor man from any creaks in the room until daylight was back upon them again).

     "Mmh, that's right. As always, the closest thing to a demon in here is yours truly." They reach out absentmindedly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Abel's forehead, and smile fondly. "And I like to think I'm pretty harmless, at least as far as you’re concerned.."

[nehmesis]

i. you always talk about vile lullabies but in my dreams i’m chasing weary butterflies with broken wings & a body that’s cracking & spitting bones as it freefalls. / ii. the neon sign across my room keeps trembing & shivering like it’s been void & hallowed for a while now. THIS MOTEL IS DESERTED BUT NOT VACANT ( -i see all sorts of creatures drifting through the hallways & messing with the lights ). iii. I FEEL LIKE A MANNEQUIN ON DISPLAY: i see, but i do not speak for my lips are silicon & plastic. i’m your DREAM/ANGEL GIRL, & i do not yield: a fancy dress, a barren face & a touch of glitter at the edges.

Demi Ev.  / GIRL, DOLL (via xanrps)

[quirkladen]

galaxythixf​:

Had he not been used to his classmate’s eccentric behavior, he might have flinched but this was simply a sign that his lecture, however loose, was actually getting under her skin. Her complaints were akin to an elementary schooler’s persistence on the matter and unfortunately not even that surprised the blond. Her tenacity was everlasting and her expectations for a simple subject were bewildering. "Atmosphere … ?” He raised a brow, entertaining the thought for just a second before coming to his senses. “I think what you’re lacking is a goal, Tsukino-san. As … fascinating as your desires are currently, they may be a little misplaced for the problem at hand. Haven’t you ever set a goal for yourself as a result of your hard work?” It was a natural method to improving work ethic, something anyone could achieve. “Is there something you can think of worthy of being claimed as a reward?”

     Ringo opens her mouth to expand, speak at length on the subject of 'atmosphere' in its many varying definitions to her, but by the time she does he's moving on, much to her dismay. Ringo puffs out her cheeks, expels a long breath that tapers off into a groan towards the end. Her hand juts out, slicing through the air with her usual flair, and she proclaims, grandly: "If there is something within my reach, I will simply reach out and take it--that is the kind of woman I am!" Which is to say, reward systems don't work for her, because she always passes straight over the work required to get it in favour of the treat at the end. And once more she deflates, pulling and twisting at her ringlets. "Mmrgh... Well, what sorts of goals or rewards do you use, Monoma? Maybe I can figure something out if I hear another perspective..."

     Monoma can be rather bombastic at times (pot, meet kettle), but he's very clever--maybe he'll be able to shed some light on this issue for her.

[drgarfield]

I love feeling confident in myself and skills

[everybidenjusthavegoodtime]

i romantically stand outside your window and hold up my iPhone to blast our song. a 30 second ad plays first

[xgrizzyx]

[orcshaming]

i know this is supposed to be about long distance relationships but i like to imagine that it’s also a short joke