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do you like heroes and villains? supernatural beings from another world, maybe? or hackers doubling as secret agents with a heart of gold? novelists fighting to survive in a world of crime? boy have i got the blog for you!
here’s a brand new multifandom multimuse, featuring such fandoms as BNHA, Bungou Stray Dogs, Kekkai Sensen, Mystic Messenger and more to come very soon!
sometimes i think i should make a blog for a canon character but then i remember how i abandoned my 707 blog and realize i probably shouldn’t
‘ are you... feeling alright? ’ question comes with a worried glance, brows knitted together. you’re fairly certain the answer is no, but perhaps this state of being is normal for this girl. either way, though, it does raise your concerns. she may be a perfect stranger, yes, but it’s no secret that you’re particularly soft-hearted when it comes to those younger than you.
which is why you’ve approached the younger girl in the first place. you don’t reach for her, no, because you at least know better than that. nonetheless, your concern and worry is palpable, tentative steps taken toward the girl.
‘ you don’t look well-- do you need help? ’
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SHIPPY SENTENCE STARTERS. feel free to change pronouns / change the sentence(s) to your liking. for multi-muses, specify who you’re sending the meme(s) to / who you’re sending the meme(s) from.
❛ did you ever love me? ❜ ❛ do you ever miss when we were just friends? ❜ ❛ don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that i would put in front of you. ❜ ❛ everything i have ever done was for you. ❜ ❛ i am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her. ❜ ❛ i care about your feelings more than mine. ❜ ❛ i feel i’ve loved you forever. ❜ ❛ i guess if i love you… i should let you move on. ❜ ❛ i know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there’s an actual human soul. ❜ ❛ i know that you love me… but you aren’t in love with me. ❜ ❛ i look at you and i… i’m home. ❜ ❛ i love you in every way that i can. ❜ ❛ i love you more than i’ve ever loved anybody. ❜ ❛ i love you. i will love you forever. ❜ ❛ i miss the future i might have had with you. ❜ ❛ i never stopped loving you. ❜ ❛ i remember thinking that i had to have you or i’d die. ❜ ❛ i would never let anybody or anything hurt you. ❜ ❛ if you love someone, you tell them. ❜ ❛ if you stay, i promise there’s no safer place in the world than right here with me. ❜ ❛ if you want to go… i want you to know that it’s okay. ❜ ❛ it’s simple. her or me. ❜ ❛ i’ll miss you with every beat of my heart. ❜ ❛ i’m in love with her, ok? ❜ ❛ i’m in love with you. ❜ ❛ i’ve loved you since the first time i laid eyes on you. ❜ ❛ i’ve loved you since we were kids. ❜ ❛ listen to me… i’m in love with you. ❜ ❛ no one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. ❜ ❛ she was… the love of my life. ❜ ❛ thank you for loving me. ❜ ❛ we look out for each other. that’s what we do. ❜ ❛ we’re going to have to work at this everyday but i want to do that because i want you. ❜ ❛ you always make me feel better. ❜ ❛ you and i? we’re messy, and we’re complicated, but we’re real. ❜ ❛ you are everything i never knew i wanted. ❜ ❛ you are the person i was meant to spend the rest of my life with. ❜ ❛ you can’t just kiss me and think you’re gonna make it all go away. ❜ ❛ you’re in love with me. i know you’re in love with me. ❜ ❛ you’re like a beacon of light guiding me through the darkness. ❜ ❛ you’re my hero. you know that, right? ❜ ❛ you’re the lightest thing that ever came into my life. ❜ ❛ you’re the one that ran the moment things got a little rough. ❜ ❛ you’re the only thing i ever cared about. ❜
writing brain broke now oops
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*; @stcnebled wants a music themed starter! »
Spotify is playing: “Without You” by Oh Wonder
‘Cause I’m kicking up stones without you, can’t pick up the phone without you, I’m a little bit lost without you. Without you.
Every time Mama would go back to Italy for a while, she’d take Pietrina with her. It was boring beyond belief, and Megumi felt unable to do anything without her mother and her sister. Sure, she still had Kioko and Akane, and some Yakuza uncles that’s buy them groceries while Mama and Pietrina were away, but it was only half as fun and alive. Megumi’s been kicking up stones without her.
Yet, when the door opened and the two finally came back, Megumi threw herself at Pietrina with a grin. ─── ❝ You’re back! I was so bored without you. How was Italy? How’s grandpa? Did you bring me a souvenir? ❞
it’s always a treat to return to italy. it’s always as beautiful and vibrant as you remember from your childhood, and even though you were so very young when you lived in italy, you could still spot some changes here and there. but while it was once home, it doesn’t have that same feeling anymore. no, your home is now in japan with your new family, those brothers and sisters you so adore. so when you come home to such an excited megumi, a smile immediately adorns your features and you open your arms to her in a hug.
‘ as restless as ever, are you? ’ you tease with a chuckle. ‘ italy was wonderful as always, and nonno is doing well. as for a souvenir... ’ with a grin you reach into the messenger bag slung across your body and produce a small black jewelry box that you then offer her. inside is a matching gold earring and necklace set adorning onxy stones. ‘ onyx is a special stone in sardinia-- it’s a symbol of good luck and fortune. this particular set was made by a local artist who specialized in forging. think of it as my good luck charm to you. ’ another chuckle, then you release one hand from the box to pat at your bag again.
‘ i also brought some sweets from italy, if you’d like to try any. ’
i meant to answer like all these asks earlier today but then cinder made me watch bungou stray dogs with them and i have zero regrets
“ you had me so worried ! ” from Mama Petra
** things i’ve said as resident mom friend **
status: open!
‘ …i’m sorry, madre. ’ and truly, you are. gaze lowers and averts to the side in shame, gloved fingers gingerly running across the very fine line where your head still had yet to attach fully to your neck. yes, that line would eventually fade given an hour or so, and it will look like nothing ever happened.
but it did happen. you did quite literally lose your head thanks to a bullet to the neck shattering the mineral and your neck. you were fortunate that the head had stayed in one piece after hitting the ground, and that your quirk somehow enabled you to survive with your head decapitated, allowing you to swipe it up and make an escape.
you’re sure it was horrific for madre to see you walk in holding your own head, even more so when you had asked for her assistance in applying the special adhesive that could reattach it to your body. shame on you, to put your mother through such horrors! you should have approached someone else in the family instead of subjecting your mother to that horrific sight. you shouldn’t worry her so!
‘ it… seems i cannot only rely solely on diamond in battle, ’ you admit slowly, gaze shifting to your body that is still comprised of said mineral. you won’t be able to change back until that line on your neck fully disappears, when the inclusions in your body have settled again and the diamond is whole once more. ‘ i will work to learn more on this… on other gem forms to use. hardness isn’t equal to toughness or durability, after all. and i don’t wish to worry you again, madre. mi dispiace. ’
“Friendship bracelet” for Megumi
Send “Friendship bracelet” for our muse’s to be handcuffed together.
status: open!
‘ ah... now this is quite the predicament. ’ stated bluntly and coupled with a tug on the handcuffs. at the very least, both of you have one hand free. you know from experience, though, that working with just one hand is incredibly difficult to manage. not impossible, though. especially since you’ve both still got some movement capabilities to your cuffed hands. certainly limited and in need of lots of coordination, but it’s still there.
first and foremost, though, you must find a way out of these. coordination and movement may be possible, but no one wants to be handcuffed forever. especially not with another person. at least it’s someone you trust, though. there are definitely far worse people you could have been cuffed to.
‘ let’s see about finding a key. i can easily use my quirk and snap my hand off to be free, but that won’t help you very much, if at all. unless your own quirk can unlock the cuffs? ’ you don’t think so, but there’s plenty of room for doubt. you don’t know the full extent of her quirk’s capabilities and applications, after all. science had never quite been your forte, after all.
Friendship bracelet // gheehehehehe
Send “Friendship bracelet” for our muse’s to be handcuffed together.
status: open!
‘ well, this is unfortunate. ’ a nuisance, really. just your luck that you would be cuffed to a detective. you’d tug at the restraints if you weren’t already certain it would do no good. instead you allow that hand to hang limply while you glance around in hopes of finding a key or anything that might help break the cuffs. surely something that will do one of the two will be around here somewhere, right? has to be. all you have to do is find it.
‘ well then, let’s just get on with this and find a way out of these things. it’s already beginning to chafe even through the gloves. ’
Send “Friendship bracelet” for our muse’s to be handcuffed together.
** things i’ve said as resident mom friend **
“ everyone needs someone. ”
“ you need to drink more. and no, i don’t mean more alcohol. ”
“ please let me know when you get home. ”
“ i can’t believe you didn’t listen to me! ”
“ i would say i told you so, but i think the sentiment might be lost on you. ”
“ i’m so proud of you. ”
“ have you eaten today ? ”
“ it’s okay, i’m here. ”
“ you had me so worried ! ”
“ who do i need to fight ? ”
“ i’ll make this better, just tell me how. ”
“ you probably shouldn’t try climbing that. ”
“ you’re okay. you’re safe. i’ve got you. ”
“ which hospital are you at ? ”
“ hey, hey calm down. it’s just a scratch. ”
“ go the fuck to sleep. ”
“ it’s three in the morning, why aren’t you in bed ? ”
“ maybe a shower would make you feel better ? ”
“ listen, i know you’re scared, but if you don’t do it you’ll only regret it later. ”
“ don’t force yourself. ”
“ crying doesn’t make you weak. ”
“ you look beautiful. don’t ever doubt that. ”
“ you don’t need to worry about me. ”
“ do you really think that’s a good idea ? ”
“ do i even want to know ? ”
“ what did you do now ? ”
“ i love you. ”
fractures run all along your body, and each movement you make causes chips to flake off your body of zircon. you left hand of the same crystal, snapped off from the wrist due to an arrow striking true at a cleavage plane in the wrist, balances carefully in your lap as you groom your surroundings for the flecks that might have fallen off. such a troublesome task, especially with only one hand available for use-- it’ll be even more difficult trying to put yourself back together in such a state. not to mention your zircon reserves are almost depleted. you’ll have to find as many of the fallen pieces of yourself as possible so you won’t have to use as much of your extra stash. then you’ll have to demand your next payment in the form of zircon, and not use your zircon form.
you suppose that’s something to worry about later, though, because for right now you’re having trouble finding the bits of yellow-orange crystals falling off your body in the first place.
‘ son of a-- where the hell are they all falling to? ’
here’s a starter call for when i’m off tomorrow since i haven’t been actually active in a millenia. mutlimuse blogs please specify a muse or even a few.
here’s a starter call for when i’m off tomorrow since i haven’t been actually active in a millenia. mutlimuse blogs please specify a muse or even a few.
IN-CHARACTER WORD ASSOCIATION
read the word then type the first word that comes to your character’s mind. REPOST / DON’T REBLOG !
ROUGH : childhood HIDE : don’t FOOLISH : child SAD : heart HATE : yakuza LIGHT : madre DARK : world MOTHER : warmth FATHER : valiant CHILD : protect LOVE : family SOFT : weak DREAM : safe POWER : wield FIGHT : prevail SICK : heal KISS : love HUG : secure HURT : save HAPPY : home
TAGGED BY : @unsuccesscr TAGGING : you!
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you do not want this, cries your heart.
you do not have a choice, answers your mind as you draw your obsidian blade from its sheath. that sound as the blade scrapes out of its protective covering is one that has always grated on your ears, but this time it seems somehow sharper. the sword itself feels oddly heavy ( more than normal ) as you point its tip in his direction.
‘ do not make this harder than it already is, piccolo, ’ you mutter softly. of course, you do not expect him to comply. that’s the thing with these heroes– they’re too stubborn for their own good, too self-destructive. it breaks your stone heart to see him ready his own blades, quickly mended as you turn your body to that of diamond. he’ll have no luck cutting through you in this form– perhaps then you can wear him out, push him to his limits and then gain the upper hand. it may not be the quick end you wish to deal him ( he doesn’t deserve such a dragged-out finish to his life ) but you’re left with little choice.
you’ll just have to keep an eye out for any openings in which to strike him down sooner.
unfortunately for both parties, wearing him down seems to be the only option. you quickly realize that, despite his age, he is quite adept at swordplay, at covering the spots that are usually left open and vulnerable. is he truly a quirkless hero? you have a hard time believing this now– it almost seems as if he’s got an analysis quirk of sorts. or perhaps precognition.
oh, how you wish it didn’t have to be this way. some foolish remnant of your past self, a naive wishful thinker, is already wondering about wanting to teach him, to refine his swordplay until he has mastered it just as you have– or, well, as much as a self-taught individual can master the trade, that is.
cease such mindless dreaming! you have a job to do!
with a frustrated growl ( both at yourself and, honestly, this entire situation ) you parry his wrath blow and lunge, using your weight to force him to stagger back before you make your own jump backwards, putting several feet between the two of you once more. diamond gives way to flesh and bone, and you open your mouth to address the fact that you don’t want this, please just leave so i don’t have to kill you and–
and he closes the distance before you can even speak. you try to bring your sword to meet his, but you’re not quick enough and then all you can see is white. all you can feel is pain– something so new and foreign because never have you been caught off guard in this form. you’ve always deflected damage with your quirk, but this time he’s too fast. blade pierces through your abdomen of true flesh, not any kind of gem or rock, and all you can do is sputter and gasp. your voice has left you– you cannot even scream despite the pain. even as you shove a foot into his chest and kick him backwards, forcing his sword out of your body in an equally painful and abrupt manner, you say nothing. expression only offers shock while you press your gloved hands to the wound, now bleeding more profusely with the blade no longer plugging the wound.
collapse on your knees and wheeze now, gaze falling to ground. don’t look at the wound, the blood, the stains left on your clothes and skin– you don’t fear the sight of blood, per se, but it will bring up unwanted memories and this is hardly the time or place for traumatic flashbacks.
force your gaze back up to the young hero instead. offer a strained grin, even as you cough and hack up blood. just ignore it and focus on him.
‘ m… meglio delle attese… ’ chuckle through your labored breathing and ignore how your vision blurs. ‘ you have speed on your side, piccolo. i suggest you use it well. use it to avoid the other members of the family. ’
‘ madre has never been kind to those that harm her children. it is not a wrath i wish you to experience– so run, child. prioritize your own safety for a change. ’
