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fully caught up to the anime and the manga. portrayal based after endeavor's redemption arc.

[ar-knightinsourarmor]

MOVING MUSES: ONE MULTIMUSE BLOG ( A TEMPORARY (?) CHANGE )

Hello everyone! I'm here for one more update announcement. An important one, at least.

Some of you probably know ( from reading the shit I write on the dash ) that I STILL haven't decided if I want to have one multimuse blog or one blog for each muse. Suddenly wanting to add a bunch of muses made me wonder: How many sideblogs will I make to host my favorite muses and how the hell will everyone be able to keep up? I already have nine sideblogs, I can't add more and expect people to remember and follow all of them. Also, the many crossover verses I started to come up with made my wish to return to a single multimuse blog stronger.

I am someone that I don't like demi situations ( 'make a blog for the muses you like the most and another blog for the rest of them. ). It's either one blog or ten thousand. So I came to this conclusion:

I still haven't decided.

Yeah, what do I want to say about this: It's difficult to decide. But I'm making changes anyway. And I really apologize to all of you that follow me the last year for all the changes you had to go through ( moving threads, following-unfollowing etc... ). I appreciate all of you and I'll ask for your patience for one more ( or two times ). Meaning:

I'm about to 'copy' a mutual of mine and for as long as the things in my life are hectic and too much for me to handle, I'll be moving ALL my muses to this blog. Yeah, this one here. I'll be writing on this blog only for some ( long ) time. How long this will be? A year, I guess. Or permanently. Like I said, I haven't decided yet. If after a year I don't have the need to split back in sideblogs, I guess I won't be making any changes again. For now, I'm not deleting ( or archiving ) any of my sideblogs ( repressedkindness, dreamsofregret, defectivesoldier etc. ) but they will be inactive for a very long time ( or until I archive them ).

I'll continue to write normally but ALL muses will be here. Shoto, Toya, Levi, Cas, Mikaela, everyone. I hope I made that clear enough. A change that might last for around a year or forever. So, every muse is at knightinsourarmor, and that's it. No other blog for the time being.

THEME, PAGES, VERSES will hopefully be updated those days to fit the new situation and not confuse anyone and make it accesible. Thank you a lot!

[repressedkindness]

anchoredstowaways asked:

" here, have some tea. it's cool out this evening. this may help you keep warm. " smiling, momo places the steeping cup down before him and smiles, taking the seat across from him. for a moment her eyes are soft as she looks across the table at him. " it's been some time since we last caught up, hasn't it, todoroki? " she asks as she takes a sip out of her own tea cup. " how have you been? "

Yaoyorozu was right. The last time the two of them were able to enjoy a moment like this, enjoy each other's company, seemed to be too long ago. Both of them had been absorbed in their studies and training, having forgotten to devote a little time to themselves or to be more exact — to one another. Her offer had been a reminder of how easy it actually was to lose track of time and how easy it was to ignore the little things to bring comfort and light up one's day, like a warm cup of tea on a cold day and a conversation with a friend.

Taking a sip of his own tea, he whispered a quiet ‘ thank you ’ before nodding to her words. “ I've been doing alright. ” It had been some time now where he could say these words out loud. Where he was surrounded by people he could trust with these emotions. Where he could finally start hoping for the future. Every single day taking them closer to their dream. Learning, growing, slowly but steadily, overcoming every challenge. Shoto was no longer walking a lonely road, a path leading to revenge, but one leading to who he aspired to be. Walking that path with his friends by his side.

“ What about you? ” They may hadn't exchanged as many words as Shoto had with Midoriya or Iida, but their relationship seemed to have been different from the start. He'd always observe her from afar, both with curiosity and admiration. Observing how much work and care she'd put in these little things, these little actions. Her efforts to take care of everyone in their class, bringing out her caring and giving nature. Qualities of the hero she was, he'd always look up to.

@anchoredstowaways

[un-lovings]

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[repressedkindness]

— galaxythixf​:

“You’re making me pick?!” Not that he could pick a top favorite. His interests varied from collectables to graphic material, it was hard to set his heart on just one thing that stood above the rest. “Maybe something like … art supplies? I guess I could always use more paintbrushes and I’m running out of paints … ”

“ Oh. ” He wasn't expecting that. He expected him to ask for something more . . . Inappropriate. Shoto could have misjudged Mineta in some way. “ I see. ” He still had time. Art supplies weren't too difficult to find. “ I'm making you pick in case I hadn't already bought a gift. Which I have . . . ” And now that he had blurred the lines, he had to leave before the shops would close. “ I have to get going now. I'll see you later. ”

[repressedkindness]

[ caress ]  for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face (( izuku

ANSWERED HERE

[repressedkindness]

“ I've connected the dots . . . ”

[repressedkindness]

— ofsavior:

     There was a lingering tension throughout the hallways and dormitories. Many students were at a loss as their parents had begun to move into UA’s temporary housing shelters. This would be their new normal now, and that didn’t sit well with Ochako. Although, she had a feeling that sentiment was shared among her classmates.

     Her parents hadn’t brought much from home. Their luggage consisted of clothing, some kitchen supplies, and the few valuables they had at home. Ochako had spent the early afternoon with helping them settle and unpack, but she’d returned to studying in the common room now. Or at least, she’d been intending to study. Despite her best efforts, focus eluded here. There was far too much on her mind. At this point, Ochako had merely been staring at the pages without any information sinking in.

     The sound of Shoto’s surprised her, and Ochako smiled wryly as he sat beside her. One hand reached to rub the back of her head as if to show nothing was wrong. “ Oh, Todoroki-kun! It’s nothing… ” Ochako imagined Shoto was going through far more than any of the rest of their class… She didn’t want to trouble him. “ I just finished helping my parents unpack is all. I don’t think they’re used to living somewhere so lively. ” At that, she chuckled. Then she lowered her hands and twiddled her thumbs. “ Are you feeling alright? ”

Their world as they knew it had changed overnight, and their lives had been turned upside down. The war had treated every single one of them mercilessly. Greater than they ever had imagined it to be, the war found them unprepared. Their society was in chaos, and everyone had lost trust in their latest symbol. Shoto wasn't the only one having a hard time. Everyone, including Uraraka, had been struggling. For the hero he aspired to be, for the friend he wanted to become, he couldn't ignore anyone's pain and suffering. Not, when there was something he could do. When he'd watch her sit alone with her thoughts in an empty room. He was quick to notice she wasn't being her usual self. And even if discussing what troubled her wasn't what she needed the most at the moment, the least he could provide, was his company.

What he wasn't expecting, was for his concern to be returned in such a short time. He'd be asked that question more often lately. He didn't wonder why. Some of his personal matters were suddenly made public, and it was revealed, that his older brother was a villain with a goal to kill him and their father. Of course, the ones closer to him would be worried, including his classmates. Not too long ago, he would have been offended by anyone asking him such a thing. But now, capable of accepting their kindness, Shoto nodded as a response. An honest, yet a difficult answer to give. Because under these circumstances — because of these circumstances — for the first time in his life, he wasn't alone. He had his family by his side. He had her.

Uraraka's reply was one he didn't completely understand but at the same time, if this was as much as she wanted to share, he couldn't ask for more. He may didn't know the exact reason she had lost her usually genuine smile, but he would be there, in case she needed him. She didn't need to ask him. She was the kind of person that wouldn't speak of what troubled her, especially to him. “ Then, do you need help with studying? ” If she truly intended on studying — as a way to distract herself or not — he could be of help.

@ofsavior

[reinerist]

Todoroki Shoto || Requested by @adorablerokis

❈ Please, do not repost, edit or claim as yours. ❈

[repressedkindness]

insiidious asked:

[ caress ]  for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face (( izuku

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[ caress ]  for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face

tw: trauma, panic attack

‘ PLEASE, STOP. ’ He wanted to beg him to stop. From the moment fingertips gently touched the burnt skin, Shoto felt as if he could no longer breathe. As if invisible hands were suddenly wrapped around his throat, choking him. The feeling not entirely unfamiliar — the feeling of not standing being in his own skin. There were moments where his father's yells and his mother's screams on his head, were louder than his own thoughts. Moments where he couldn't talk, when sinking farther into the memories of the horrible years of his childhood. When he couldn't regain his own voice. And sometimes, he couldn't even see through his own eyes. For his heart to start trembling, he thought it needed to be reminded what it was like to be crushed, but he was mistaken. A gentle touch, a genuine smile had the same power. To be given love to the parts of himself to have only known hate.

Wasn't he repelled by this side of him? The ugliest side of him. One even his mother had feared. This scar was a constant reminder of her suffering. Being touched there only with care made him question everything he had known, once again because of HIM. Midoriya, the one to have saved him from burning himself up, from the hatred to have shaped him. The one to have been by his side for every step he'd take towards his healing, towards his dream. Shoto wanted to change. He wanted to grow, get closer to him. So the green-haired wouldn't have to slow down for him — for them to reach their dreams together. He didn't want to hold him back. Every day, he was giving everything he had, but sometimes, it was too difficult to escape those nightmares. Sometimes, he'd get lost in them, and finding a way out seemed to be beyond his own power. Sometimes, the pain of his past was stronger than the confidence of his present.

His mind was playing tricks on him. Shoto had known madness — he had come face-to-face with it. He had been running away from it for many years now, barely escaping from its hands. The terror of getting caught was visible in the heterochromatic eyes. Midoriya wasn't like everyone else. Then why was his body reacting against his own will? When soft, warm hands traced carefully on the burn scar, what made his stomach turn and his hands shake ? He'd be staring at his kind emerald eyes looking back at him, when filled with tenderness and understanding. Of course he already knew what was going on inside his head. He knew him better than himself, after all. Those eyes had the power to slowly ground him, bring him back to him. “ You don't have to do this. ” He turned his head on the left, so the other wouldn't have to stare at it. He knew his love had no bounds. But maybe, he wasn't deserving of it. Not to the parts of himself HE couldn't accept still, the monstrous parts of himself.

@insiidious

[svmeragi]

tododeku for @hoetian! happy birthday, sasha!

[repressedkindness]

@insiidious

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insiidious asked:

how does he feel about physical intimacy ??

tw: abuse, depersonalization

Shoto craves to be held or to hold someone. He craves to be shown affection and care. For many years, since he lost his mother, he couldn't let anyone get close to him. Because of her absence, along with being physically abused by his father when he was a child, Shoto instinctively reacts badly at any kind of contact. Touch is connected with pain and danger to his mind, and the urgency to FIGHT.

From the moment he starts to open up, he makes efforts to let the people he feels closer to him, into his personal space. Slowly, it'll become easier to him, for the ones he trusts to hold him, and gradually, he'll get used to the feeling — and mostly the idea — of being treated tenderly and not violently.

Still, there will be times where he won't let anyone close. For example, when he happens to be in a bad space of mind and feels insecure. In such moments, the chances of him feeling safe around anyone are extremely low. Many times as a kid, he used to feel detached from his body and question being his own person. When that feeling is triggered, he may panic, distance himself, feel undeserving of physical affection, and even be dangerous to those around him, if not approached carefully.

@insiidious

[pixxiesdust]

todoroki shouto ➤ opening of make it! do-or-die survival training

#model material

[repressedkindness]

what chess piece represents you?

White Rook

You are a White Rook. As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. You know what needs to be done and when to do it. You're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. But even castle walls crumble. For all your chivalry and fortitude, everything must come to an end. Will you be there to see the final stages of the war? Or will you have already been discarded in the battle?

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tagging: steal it

[todoscript]

“Let Natsu go!”

[repressedkindness]

— katebaikiru:

@knightinsourarmor​

he can appreciate that answer - no beating around the bush or pretending like he was fine and just hungry. bakugou might have a lot of thoughts about todoroki but he gets straight down to business, no bullshit in sight. he enjoys that - not that he’ll ever say it, of course. he doesn’t exactly mind the company, either. it’s not like mina or denki who would blow his ears out from talking too much. this level of conversation is acceptable; so when shoto sits down, bakugou keeps eating without complaining. “bad memories or bullshit your brain came up with?”

Shoto had learnt to appreciate even those quiet moments they shared together. After all, this was the most he could ask from the blond, considering his classmate was one to have shown his discomfort around him several times. That was the reason he didn't expect him to continue this conversation — could he even call these few exchanged words a conversation ? — or most importantly, to ask him to elaborate on that matter. Was it because the other could sympathize ? Or had something started to change between the two of them lately?

“ A combination of the two. ” His mind was capable of making horrific images, mixing his most painful memories with his worst fears. As he grew older, he proved to have more imagination than he gave credit to himself for — in his subconscious at least. The subject would change over the years. He'd continue to wake up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat. But another thing to have changed now, was that he was on a different place from his old house and even if he always wanted to leave that place, he continued to have a hard time to adjust. There was a routine to keep, even in something as unexpected as that, which he had to start to change. Meeting a classmate at the kitchen when wanting to have something to eat, should be added on that routine as it seemed. He wasn't the only one that couldn't rest.

@katebaikiru

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