#mirrcrmcve

[evilendures]

Kosuke be like

“You have beautiful eyes!  Let me remove them for you.”

[tellnxlies]

@mirrcrmcve​​

He tended to keep to himself in the cafeteria, huddled at a table in the far corner. Out of sight and out of mind of the rest of them, and they were more than happy to keep that distance. A single glance was all it took to freak out the majority, and an uttered word tended to solidify that terror. Rumors floated around faster than he could keep track of, none of them ever good.

Never look in his eye, that’s how he gets you. One flash of devilish red and you’ll be his minion till the end of days.

Don’t let him talk, lest you start to believe him. His words are like honey, and you’ll be lured right into the trap.

A wonder they even let a kid like this continue on, given his history . . .

         . . . when he’s naught but another link in the world’s worst chain.                           Where exactly do you think Kosuke Tsukauchi is right now?

        Why would his son be any different?

Naomasa half-heartedly scrolled through his phone, meal long forgotten. Searching, searching for anything to occupy the time, and pausing only when he heard another person approach. Someone that he didn’t actually think he’d seen around before, and that was mighty peculiar. Staring down the newcomer as if in warning, wordlessly indicating that this wasn’t the most welcoming of places.

Not for someone who may actually wish to retain some fraction of a social life.

[erxsxre-archived]

Closed starter for @mirrcrmcve]

A cold night in Musutafu, regular patrol, routine post teaching hours, staying in the shadows and sticking to roof tops, observing and watching, nothing too exciting or out of the ordinary a couple of drunken street brawlers had been apprehended earlier in the night but from that point on? thing's had been quiet, a little too quiet, no sign of any other pro heroes out on their rounds either which itself was a little bizarre.

Not one to call the evening off early due to lack of activity, Erasure head remained in a squat position above a street, perched on a telegraph pole when something or more so, someone had caught his attention, figured he almost recognised them but in the street light, it was hard to tell, either way, curious he followed them, sticking behind a while as not to be noticed.

[godofvillains-aa]

@mirrcrmcve​

    “I think it’s about time I show you my house. I don’t show it to many. I like to keep it unknown.. It’s actually just outside of the city, a walk away from town. We can go there, if you wish?”

[humarise]

“What happened between me and Elias is no one else’s business but our own.”

[convictoris]

“Elias. Prometheus. Hawke. Did you FUCK FLECT TURN?!”

[stigmatvm]

@mirrcrmcve liked this for a lyrical starter! (MONOMA)

COMFORT ZONE - Ferry (I really did this more based on vibes but i really think it fits)

"My quirk studies project?" He perks up a little bit at the special attention, having been asked to stay behind, for once, for a reason other than being in trouble.

He knew his project was good, of course. Better than anyone's. Because nobody knew quirks like he did! And while he was a solid C-average student, that was simply because things rarely caught his interest to put in the effort.

But quirk studies? He was even willing to put off working on his art assignments for that. Pouring in hours of time and pages of writing-- just for fun! And if anyone would appreciate, he thought, it had to be the teacher. None of the other students understood.

"It was pretty great, right?" He can't help but be a little smug. It was hard work, but sacrifices were what kept science going, right? Pushing his quirk to the limits was acceptable for Hero training, so why not the same to make sure his experiments were solid, right?

His hands were still sore, though. And there was one patch of skin on his back that...

Well, that wasn't important. He was glowing in praise.

"I'm glad you recognize how important the study of cytology in quirk work is."

[evilendures]

@mirrcrmcve​  asked:  💀 {To Kosuke}

// Send 💀 to see how my muse would try and kill yours

He sharpens a knife with the utmost of care, scraping the stone once, twice, thrice across the blade. Taking his time to ensure that it’s good and ready, though really, it’d be far more entertaining if he went in dull.

Letting it rest on porcelain cheeks, so perfect . . . so flawed, when the mask’s been peeled away.

They need to see what he does. They need to know what this doll truly is, pulled by the strings of those far his better, and burning the very stage on which he dances.

No one ever notices these types until they can smell the smoke, and by then, the exits have been long since sealed.

Naomasa doesn’t know yet. Naomasa’s far too gentle a soul to ever understand. This poison can never be allowed to touch his veins. It will never spread to anyone ever again, once the rotten core has been brought to the surface, laid out across the mantle for all to see.

"You have beautiful eyes, Elias.”

                 Poising the knife, and preparing to scoop. We’ll start there.