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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@sensoryquirk
tagged by: Stolen from @duoplicitous tagging: Steal it, do crime
APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
Asuka plotting call for when I’m more functional !!
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
spitecremated
An ironic game for an unlikely pair - nearly a dance in the unspoken intricacies of their life together. Amusement mingled with scattered doubts, most of which had been tossed to the side by now, and beyond that… Wandering thoughts in the midst of a play fight, though surely his hero preferred that to his actual wandering. To the mayhem or —
Swift as the nights were long, two distinct thoughts spun through his mind. One? It was precisely villains that tended to get under the heroes’ skins. Most people were bothered by perceived problems, after all. Two? Asuka was absolutely full of shit, no matter how genuine the snarl may have manifested.
( A tug at a rotted heart — Villain vs Hero was a game as old as Quirks.
They most certainly got under each other’s skin. For better or for worse. )
Bodies twisting quickly, upper-hand found only to be pointedly lost, and with the game back on, thoughts were hurled into the background — focus on the adrenaline, the real charm of it all.
And the rough sensation of hitting the ground, a snarl bitten out as air was briefly knocked from his chest.
❝ Bitch. ❞
Fingers remained curled into familiar fabric, voice somewhere between choked and breathless.
Make that three thoughts —
Three: Dabi was not equipped for Quirkless fighting, and his hero fucking knew that. Then again, this was hardly about winning on his end, and far more an odd sort of affection from a bitter heart; a playful, thrill-seeking grasp at the better’s attention.
A laugh pulled past his lips, light, innocent despite the game the duo was playing. Grin curled his features, one knee landing (carefully) against the villain’s chest, the other on the ground, staff in hand, pressed into the counter, keeping himself in place in case Dabi attempted to bolt.
“Certified.”
Cocky, far more so than he would ever let himself get when fighting a villain on the streets, but what fun was there in taking things seriously, when he knew a slip up would just result in a teasing loss, and not death?
Their quirkless agreement would be the end of Dabi, but all the same it was only fair. While Asuka’s quirk was impressive, it was hardly good for combat, and Dabi’s own would KILL the little hero faster than it would allow either of them any fun. That said, it hardly mattered. No matter who won....
This little game was far more about the journey.
Carefully leaned down, grip loosened on the staff to focus on gloating Dabi’s expression, smirk still wide across painted lips.
“Your move, Villain.”
( He really was asking for it )
cnt. / @spitecremated
A long day - though every day was long - had left exhaustion to settle in his limbs, light headed, lead limbs, he had all but melted into the sofa while he waited for the arrival of his favorite villain.
The promise of food registered before the jab, forcing himself upright. It wasn’t until that moment that he had realized he had been starving.
“I’m anything but normal- What’d you bring then?”
Grabby hands, fingers moving not to grasp the food, but to snag his villain’s sleeve, tugging him closer, flopping his face into his stomach the moment he was within reach.
text meme / accepting
@spitecremated said ↴ ø
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text
( ✉ → Babe™️ ) finally home ( ✉ → Babe™️ ) are you out causing shit still
Words typed with faltering fingers, a yawn split past his lips, still-gloved hand lifting to rub at tired eyes. Exhaustion curled through him, as a long day of hard work would do, but despite it all, there were only two things on his mind.
Dabi and relaxation.
And perhaps, due to that...
( ✉ → Babe™️ ) cmome home you ho
While most may chalk the language up to a state of exhaustion, he trusted that Dabi would know it was typical Asuka.
( ✉ → Babe™️ ) I’m too tense to sleep come home ( ✉ → Babe™️ ) or call me ( ✉ → Babe™️ ) for reasons
Oh what a wordsmith this little hero was.
hana o meshimase
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
Asuka plotting call for when I’m more functional !!
Ind. Priv. Sel. BNHA Hero OC
Multi Verse / Ship / Etc.
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A smile can save their day, so don’t let yours falter. No, keep smiling, baby.
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“Destruction in beauty. Beauty in destruction. Roses, always roses. Roses are my hiding place.”
— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Roses,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
* 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? ’
Asuka plotting call for when I’m more functional !!
spitecremated
cnt. || @sensoryquirk
Heavy boot-steps drew to a halt, his typical greeting never getting past the sleepy drawl of “hero” before tumbling into silence. Surprise, head tilting at the sight of that familiar cardboard box. When- when was the last time he’d humored Pocky Day…?
❝ Childhood flashback much? ❞
Words spoken casually, an attempt at good humor that fell slightly flat to anyone who cared enough to notice. Nostalgic sadness, tired uncertainty, a cascade of emotions drifted through turquoise eyes —
A blink, and the expression was gone. Replaced by cool apathy, and a spark of appreciation for their commonplace banter.
Yawning slightly, Dabi stepped over to where his hero had draped across the sofa, plucking a piece of candy from the offered box. Momentary quiet, munching on the snack, and-
❝ — Thanks, hero. ❞
The other’s response pulled a snort past his lips - he had noticed how flat it fell, the emotions that curled like smoke through the other’s gaze before they were wafted away by the ever-present facade of defensive apathy.
He had noticed, but he chose not to comment.
Dabi had never humored his inquiries about his past before - there was no reason to assume that had changed just because of a commercial holiday and a box of candy.
He did, however, sit up, shoulders popping as he moved from the position he had adopted the moment he returned home. He waited in momentary silence for Dabi to take another before shifting, catching the end of the pocky stick that was now between Dabi’s lips with his own.
Playful smirk played across his lips as he nibbled his end, a challenge in his gaze.
He knew he wouldn’t talk, but perhaps he could help distract him.