#hcroworth

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    Hibiki blinked idly as she looked at the masked assailant. Assassin they called her? Hibiki snickered slightly, a smirk prevalent on their features.

❝ I’m sorry to tell you. but I believe you are chasing a ghost of the past. I no longer work for the yakuza nor do I do assassinations. I’ve already done my time for the crime so if you could please let me go back to my grocery list, that’d be most appreciated. ❞

    Well, it was kind of a lie. Of course she still did assassinations, but it wasn’t exactly on innocent people. She killed those who deserved it, such as murderers, mafia, and thieves. In that sense, it wouldn’t be called a crime can it? - @hcroworth

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@hcroworth

          “ Can I ever really be a pro-hero by myself with my quirk? It’s nothing really strong or powerful like Midoriya or Bakugou, so I don’t know if I could ever be a pro-hero...-- ”

     Would all her hard work really just amount to her becoming a side-kick and never making a name for herself? That just sent shivers down her spine and only pushed her to try harder towards her goal of become a hero.

[fxtelism-moved]

Superheroes, really? Like I ain't seen weird shit already...

Vic’s random thought about superheroes in general.

(Also referring to Emma ( @theblueempath ) and Beverly ( @hcroworth ) )

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@hcroworth "I do this because I love you."

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“Well, I’m contractually obliged to say that I have no idea what you’re talking about, but off the record, it certainly was a good explosion. Certainly it’ll alert every damn security officer around here, too.” Decker glanced away as he hid his eyes under his hat. “Things are probably going to get rather hairy soon.”

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FEAR. GOD. and DUCKWORTH.

DAMN. questions | Accepting

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

FEAR. - Abandonment is a huge one. Despite his solitude and constant wandering, even his action of fleeing when he finds himself falling for someone, he doesn’t like the idea of being left behind. It fucks with his personality and it gives him heavy paranoia. So when he attaches, finally, leaving him is basically killing him.

GOD. - While raised upon Catholic religion, Salem’s perception of God is wishy washy. The idea of a great somebody looking down/after him is confusing but a comfort at the same time. And while he often prays when he feels himself slipping into something he might not come back from, he also finds himself too?? Corrupt to be in the eyes of god?? And God’s existence to him hasn’t really been proven despite biblical senses and peoples ‘experiences’ with it. So it’s situational. He isn’t devout.

DUCKWORTH.- He’s committed and continues to commit crimes. I mean killing politicians under the hot seat if a massive crime in and of itself. He often does steal when he feels like it, and dabbles in a bit of drug selling and use when he just wants a kick. His occupation overall revolves around murder. It’s a huge crime, and he’s pretty conform with it.

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| | @hcroworth finds a drunk Angela Ziegler !!

Angela rarely drank to the point of being outright SHITFACED. As a doctor and someone who has worked with patients under the influence, she knew better. She understood the dangers of being drunk better than anyone else. Yet, here she was, stumbling out of the bar with a few make-shift friends who took her out to dinner. They went their separate ways, but Angela was still waiting for a ride. A ride she never called for to begin with.

However, during her wait, she tumbled. With little to grab hold of, the medic threw herself onto the nearest person in hopes they would save her from a couple of bloody knees. Despite the rash decision of forcing a stranger to help her upright, she was laughing. She was laughing hysterically, giggling brightly as her hair flopped into her face. "I am so so sorry," she began, accent thicker than normal. She still hasn't let go of the stranger.

"I am just waiting for my ride, if you see a man with a giant chest- that is him. His name is Jack." That was it, that was her story and she still has not let go of the poor girl. At least the perfume she wore masked the stench alcohol.