a study of ... the last unicorn, bird in a cage, clipped wings, silent joy, curse of the unknown, hope of optimism, incomprehensible fear, escaping peril, to be a hero.
indie selective ERI from boku no hero academia
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don't be a dick. this is probably my number one thing, this is for tumblr, it's writing, it's for fun. so lets have fun.
this blog involves triggering topics such as abandonment, child experimentation, manipulation, child abuse, isolation, and similar topics. if you are uncomfortable with these topics, i don't recommend following because although not every post will be about her abuse, but all of her interactions will be at least be influenced by her past.
selective. mutuals only. for the sake of my comfort, this blog is selective and mutuals only, meaning if I don't follow you, please don't try to thread with me or reblog my posts. I'm okay with sending questions or anons, but actual threads is a nono.
mun =/= muse. please don't equate his morals and actions to my own.
i will not hold back my muse. i don't like to restrict or hold back my muse. i let the muse go in the directions the muse wants. the second i feel forced or the muse feels forced to do something that's out of character or unrealistic for the character, it causes inspiration to dwindle.
discord/ims. discord is open for mutuals!! I am practically always on discord, I do the occasional discord drop, but all you have to do is ask and I'll give it to you.
my activity will have low activity!!
length. i have a habit of writing a lot. like a lot-- you don't need to match my length, i just ask you give me enough to work with...that being said if you reply to 5 paragraphs with a single sentence, i probably won't continue the thread lol.
verses.
the last unicorn. this verse takes place before she is saved from shie hassaikai.
free oceans. this verse takes place after she is saved! this is her main verse.
little horn. this isn't a verse as much as the tag i use for crack threads and dash commentaries. these won't impact the canon of the blog, but can lead into plot ideas and new dynamics when discussed!!
other verses are likely to develop, these are just what i have for now 🦄 feel free to jump in dms if you have any ideas for a verse!! i'd love to discuss!!
eri liked hitoshi. she thought that he was super nice!! in a lot of ways, he kind of reminded her how her mother called her curse, and her quirk...but not in a bad way...! if there was one good thing that came out of being raised with the shie hassaikai...it was her lacking of knowing what makes a hero...a hero.
anyone could be a hero if they wanted to, no matter what their quirk was.
" i like y-your quirk. i like you!! you're g-gonna be a cool hero, like mister aizawa and lemillion-san. "
his breath hitched on feeling those small arms wrap around him . a major part of him was still UNUSED to kindness, to a kind touch from anyone . and the reason for that is staring them in the face now — the source of his fear and pain and GUILT .
HIM .
his arms embrace her back in a proper hug, his head tilting up where it rested over Eri’s head to try and fight back tears he KNEW were coming . it was difficult — a big part of him yearned for this for SO LONG . someone who could understand him, someone to talk to, to provide some COMFORT .
… he always thought it might nice to have a SIBLING . and it is, the love he feels for Eri is that of an older sibling’s . but it’s still HARD, knowing anyone felt the way he did, especially someone he cared for so much . it’s hard accepting comfort from someone who needed it more, from a girl who shouldn’t have to worry about ANYTHING, especially not an evil whelp like himself . he was told not to keep himself trapped by GUILT, but Aoyama truly thought it impossible . the guilt he felt — it was a punishment he DESERVED . ( that was their difference, he realizes — Eri didn’t deserve this pain, and he DID . )
❝ thank you . you’re right . we have EACH OTHER . ❞ he tries his damndest to keep his voice steady .
the tears start to escape his eyes despite his best efforts, but at least from this position, Eri doesn’t have to SEE him cry . ❝ you’ll always have someone that UNDERSTANDS and cares for you — I don’t plan on ever letting you do this alone . ❞
he attempts a smile in his voice, a more lighthearted tone . ❝ my, between the two of us, we’ll shine brighter than the sun, won’t we ? ❞
it made her shiver, the hug being returned. a wave of trembling where she recalled being carried so often by chrono through the labyrinth-like complex, to being lead deeper, pushed to do her part in a plan she didn't understand by kai. that sour coldness that reminded her of being sick, being torn apart and forced back together...
it washed away by the warm embrace. even so, her eyes still watered and tears fell down her cheek. no!! she was supposed to be helping aoyama!! while her tears fell like rain. she would help no matter what!! through tears and icky memories.
" i won't let g-go till your okay. "
eri nodded, her voice so sure even if it still held timid notes. she squeezed as tight as she could, pushing her face into his shoulder as salter tears soaked in. it was understanding that made her finally lift herself and her grip to loosen. staring directly into his eyes.
" never alone. n-never!! we're going to shine...so bright! even if p-people try to hurt us. "
speaking through sniffles, eri's brows furrowed--determined!! forever determined, and in understanding. she never wanted to be closed off again. eri wanted to know everyone, to help as much as she can! a free bird, a unicorn without chains. no more cage or shackles holding her back. she was free, as was aoyama.
" and she's doing amazing. the crowd goes wild! gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! "
hinata cheers for little girl just like does when natsu practiced with him when she was even littler. this little one eri, equally adorable in her own right bounced up excitedly.
" do you wanna help me practice, eri-chan? we have nationals coming up, and the only way we can keep winning is if we keep practicing! practicing! practicing! and i need all the help i can get doing that! "
shoyo gets down on her level, producing not one, but two volleyballs from his shoulder bag. one the usual one he has to practice when he goes places. the other the squishy one has for natsu to practice with that he brought for babysitting.
eri launched her arms up and even gave a little twirl, as if she were trying to do here victory pose!! for when she was a super duper great hero and got to pose at the end!! or if she played sports, and just made a really good move!...or goal? she didn't remember what it was supposed to be.
her arms fell to her side as she blinked and tilted her head.
" help you p-practice? how do i do that? "
she didn't know how to play the game...but based on her smile, she was fully prepared to help!! even if she had no idea how- eri looked down at the volleyballs and let out a long hmmmmm sound.
you keep your smile gentle, even as faint waves of anxiety are washing over you. ( you've always been able to catch strong feelings without even trying ; albeit, more muted than when you use your powers ). you weren't told much about eri, just that she had been experimented on and isolated. you had wondered if she's ever had the chance to just sit and enjoy the sun, and so here you both are at your favourite spot.
you probably should have figured that eri would be scared to do something like this. she's been quiet, reserved, waves of anxiety and fear tainting the air. it's enough to make you want to forget your pacifistic nature and hurt whoever did this to her. ( just because you don't like to fight doesn't mean that you can't. red, blue, and green have made sure of that ).
' i like to feel connected to nature, and sitting underneath a tree and soaking in the sun helps with that. there's nothing better than closing your eyes and feeling the breeze or the warmth of the sun, ' you explain. ' but if you want to go back inside, we can. it's your choice, eri. '
eri held no resentment for those that isolated her, not even him. there was only confusion and sorrow. on occasion, she had though talking about it might make her feel better...! however, whenever she wanted to try, no words would escape her mouth. it usually ended with her head down and a shake of her head.
now was...similar, though she hadn't words to speak of the past. instead, eri just stared; listening as best as she could, but unmoving from her spot.
the idea of going back inside made her shake her head. she was glad to be able to go outside...whenever she wanted, too! eri had been faced with walls all around her for too long, she really did want to stay outside, to feel the sun, the grass!! breathe air that wasn't so sterile.
a little giggle as she shook her head, the ponytails swaying from side to side. it made her little laughs get a little louder, more confident. aoyama was such a good artist!! she never understood why he would think she's so good...
" um...ok...! "
she blinked, but didn't do anything. just sort of staring at his hair. she had no idea where to even start. so instead she just tilted her head, thinking very intently!!
Weekends were Hiina's favorite. While most would say it was because their were no classes ... or that they got to go home, Hiina actually preferred them because they were quiet, a rare phenomenon at U.A. It was often rare for them to get a moment of peace in the chaotic workshop that was their classroom, seeing as often enough miss Mei Hatsume would take over the space even after classes where over. But when weekends came along, even the pink haired menace went home to tinker in her own space , leaving them to sketch and design in peace. ... not to say that they didn't like Mei! That is NOT what they meant-
But that's how Eri found the support student, hunched over one of the work tables surrounded by papers, sketching away and fully oblivious to the world. At least, until she spoke up.
At the sounds of her quiet voice, Hiina jolted up like a frightened rabbit, hand's accidentally knocking down a small handful of colored pencils as the clattered to the floor.
" Ah- Sorry!! Just a second let me- "
In an anxious panic, the plush student dipped down, hastily swiping the fallen pens off the ground in the quietest rush anyone could have seen, gaze glued to the floor and the multicolored pieces of wood.
"-I'm sorry. Did you uhm- did you need the room or-"
Only halfway thought their anxious ramble did the student look up to see who had called out to them, pausing at was neither another student or a teacher. At.. at least to their knowledge.
eri stiffened when the multicoloured pencils scattered over the floor. it briefly made the little girl look fearful, though that expression melted away in exchange for curiosity. for a moment, eri just looked at hiina, trying to take in every detail. she was still learning about all of the quirks. she still wasn't sure how they all fit into a few categories when they all felt so different!!
hiina definitely reminded her of a toy, a doll. like a stuffed animal!! she wondered what a stuffed animal quirk would do? maybe it was so soft that it made everyone all sleepy!! she liked that idea. then nobody would fight and everyone would just be happy!! unless they had a bad dream...then they wouldn't be.
eri wandered closer, standing on her tippy toes to try and get a look at the designs. she wasn't sure what any of them were.
" h-hi- what are. "
her voice cut off as she pointed her finger at the drawings, though she quickly lowered her hand. pointing was rude, she shouldn't do that. she needed to be more polite...she always struggled with that.
what’s a kid doing all the way out at the outskirts of poni island, all alone?
“hey — ”
All sorts of alarm bells go off in Ree’s head. They know what it’s like to be a kid on their own, wandering in places they shouldn’t. The blond treks over, cane in hand, their eevee flanking their side.
“It’s — it’s okay, hey. It’s okay,” they say, dropping down to kneel even though it hurts.
They don’t move to touch this little kid, but their eevee chirps, soft, ear twitching. Ree is looking over the kid — for dirt, for injuries, for anything to let them know if this kid is being mistreated — but they’re glad to find that nothing of the sort seems to be going on here .
“It’s okay, uh,” Ree fishes into their pockets to pull out some butterscotch candies, offering them up. They’ve always kept hard candies in their pockets just in case. “Don’t cry, it’s okay. I’ll help you.”
eri trembled, her eyes glazed with tears as she tried to focus, holding her hands to the sides of her head. she had to calm down...! what if she used her quirk? what if she hurt someone? did the same thing she did to her father...? mister aizawa wasn't there to stop it, to erase it for so brief a time. the horn over her head was small, but big enough for her to be able to do some form of damage, if she accidentally used it.
her eyes closed, collecting herself, breathing, imagining lemillion-san's voice in her head, it was nice, it made her feel better, even if he wasn't actually there. she kept her fingers somewhat curled as she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. covered in dirt--was it sand?--and in the middle of somewhere she'd never seen before...! eri gulped, her eyes still watering, though no tears fell anymore. she looked down at herself, words repeating in her head, how filthy. she tried her best to ignore it, focusing on the new face.
" um...mm...where. wh...wh-who? "
this place felt different, the realization hitting her not soon after she started to try and speak. where was everything? were they lost, or was she?
he let go of her and pulled back to give her a little space, watching the gesture she made . kneeling down, he snapped his fingers once, smile never faltering .
❝ pigtails ! i can DEFINITELY do that for you, starshine . we'll see if we can't find something you LIKE to put in them ! they have all sorts of things, there's bows and clips of all colors . ❞
making sure Eri had a choice in these matters was just as important to HIM as it was to her . in a way, he admitted he saw parts of himself in her . she was the same age as HE WAS when ... everything started .
❝ -- and don't worry, if you don't like it, i'll happily redo it for you . just don't be afraid to tell me what you LIKE, okay ? you'll look RADIANT in anything, i'm sure of it . ❞
the more he described them, the more excited eri got!! even if on the surface she seemed to not react much at all aside from a small smile and occasionally smiling through her eyes. eri wasn't sure how long it was going to take for her to be normal, be like everyone else. it was okay though, because everyone was so patient!...she really didn't see why, but she was grateful anyway.
" okay...! i want. mm. whatever you think. w-would be nice. "
vague memories of when her mother would play with her hair, though her hair was short back then, nowhere near the length it was now. none of those memories were full either, and she couldn't even recall her father's face. just knowing that she's the reason he doesn't exist anymore. she really didn't mean to.
there was something so much less intimidating about animals, as opposed to people. let it be the stray cats or wild animals she liked to watch. she was even getting better at watching the birds. she liked their songs, more than looking at their beaks...but it was getting better.
eri didn't shy away in her reaction anymore than she did with most people. instead she just stood there, looking up at the dragon. she remembered stories, she remembered...before her mother thought she was cursed, her being called a unicorn. the little unicorn with so much magic, but without knowing what to do with it. she still...wasn't sure if she completely knew...! but that was okay! because she had friends that could help her!
" h-hi...! are you...d-do you want to be my friend? "
Indie YUGA AOYAMA written by Jinx . private and selective . 18+ . heavily headcanon based .
sideblog to @1mpulsee, follows from there . graphics by @ noxcave .
the hardest part about everything that had ahappened was adjusting to it all. it was hard to think about interacting with people without thinking that her quirk might hurt someone. that she might be more out of control than she already thought she was. eri was glad to have some people with her, let it be lemillion-san...or even, funnily enough, aoyama. the teachers were all nice, but she felt more comfortable around the students. the people that she really trusted.
eri would occasionally hear about someone that could help her a lot, as soon as he was safe and back. she was patient, she'd been patient all her life--even if sometimes she needed to run, to give her a little bit of hope before she went back into a state of waiting.
that wait was now over, luckily...! her horn had grown bigger, the pounding and odd feelings in her head made her quiet, not much for talking. yet even so, she glanced up, then down. managing a little...
"In truth, I found Kai's actions, and the organization as a whole to be quite distasteful." Not quite their methodology, as some heroes and sorts might think. Their message was what he found problems with. That's not to say he didn't relish having their drugs in his back pocket should he need them. Her quirk would have been useful to have as well. But he'd hate to deprive a child of such a wondrous ability before she'd had the chance to actually use it, like clipping wings before the bird had the chance to fly.
And he was not so cruel.
He imagines, though, if he'd seen things the same way as Kai and his organization he'd have done much the same. All of the children he'd used for their abilities? It wasn't any single bit better than what she'd been through. It's probably for the best she can't see his smile. IT would surely not be any comfort.
"Oh I wouldn't lie to you. Some call me a villain because they don't like the way I've set out to save the world from itself. But I just want people to not be so scared of themselves, or their powers. After all, these things, they don't make us monsters. You could be amazing with that power of yours."
distasteful. sometimes eri wondered if there was any good in shie hassaikai. she thought about her grandpa. she didn't really have a lot of time to interact with him. she didn't know anything about him. then he got sick...sometimes she wondered if she could have healed him. rewound his coma. but then again, at the time...she didn't know if she had the control to not go too far back.
would it have been better if she had tried? if she managed to help? maybe it would have changed kai. maybe he would have stopped.
" i d-don't...know everything. about...heroes and b-bad guys. "
she shook her head. even when she asked her new friends or the ua teachers, she wasn't sure if everything stuck. she didn't understand all the words or phrases, the tone. if anything, the more she knew the more confused she got.
" i mm...i thought i was c-cursed, and hurt people with it. "
eri raised her hand to her horn, feeling the little indents that made up it's spire. it was getting bigger, but still felt small. it hurt, it felt weird the bigger it got. sometimes it made her scared--what if she couldn't control it at all? mister aizawa wasn't always around to help.
" everyone used to s-say that. but now everyone says it's a g-gift. that i'm not a monster anymore. i dunno. "
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