#notsopowerless

[throughmist]

|| @notsopowerless ❤︎’d for lyrics ||

“ If you had your gun arms Would you shoot it at the sky? Why - to see where your bullet would fall Or would it come down at all?

[rewind-quirk-blog]

@notsopowerless ♡’d for a starter

“ hey, i have a question !! in the olden days, do you think everything was black and white ? ”

[sxft-dxlinquent]

@notsopowerless SAID:  “YOUR COORDINATION IS SHOT; WE HAVE TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE A CONCUSSION. UNLESS YOU WANT PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE…?”

“ya ain’t gonna let me sleep this one off are ya?” the wolfman sighed. Well, if it meant skipping class, Ookami didn’t care. “Fine, let’s just get this over with...” he sighed. 

[quirkless-wonder]

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Memory Meme: a memory of their mother

He’s six years old and he just jolted awake in the middle of night because of a bad dream.

Even though it was bad enough to startle him awake, Yamikumo can’t quite remember what the dream was about and after laying in his bed for a while, face coated in sweat and tears trickling from the corners of his eyes, the fear subsides. He can’t fall back asleep though. He’s tired but no longer comfortable in his sweaty sheets and his throat feels dry, so the throws the blankets off of him and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

Yamikumo’s never really been one to be scared of the dark. Well, okay, maybe he is a little, but even so he makes his way out of his room and down the hall with the lights off, stepping lightly so that he won’t wake up his mom as he goes to get his glass of water.

Except, there’s already a light on in the living room. The dim glow of the television bathes the room in silvery light, but the only sound he hears isn’t coming from the television. It’s his mother. She’s sitting on the couch, alone in the dark, and she’s crying.

Yamikumo lingers at the end of the hall, unsure of what he should do.

“Mommy?”

The quiet sniffles come to a stop. Yamikumo watches his mother’s trembling shoulders still and a hand comes up in an attempt to discretely wipe away the tears.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie.” She finally turns to face him and there’s a smile on her face, and it’s real, but there are still tears swimming in her eyes. “Did I wake you?”

Yamikumo shakes his head.

“I had a bad dream.”

His mom offers a sympathetic sound and stands up and walks over to him. Yamikumo is lifted up into gentle arms and held close.

“Oh, my poor baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

“Don’t remember.” He buries his head in the crook of her neck as she strokes his hair. “Mommy, is something wrong?”

She doesn’t answer right away, simply continuing to pet his hair.

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” Another pause. “How would you like some hot chocolate?”

A few minutes later, both of them are cuddled up together on the couch, wrapped in blankets. Yamikumo has a mug of hot chocolate dotted with little white marshmallows cradled in his hands and he’s nestled comfortably in his mother’s lap as he sips it, stroking his hair. His bad dream is completely forgotten.

But his mom’s tears aren’t. He doesn’t ask about the papers that were spread out on the coffee table when he came out. The ones covered with long words and big numbers that his mom gathered up and put in one of the kitchen drawers when she started making the cocoa.

[shadowblackout-blog]

{{ @notsopowerless | ღ for a starter }}

Tokoyami watched his classmates as everyone else began to freak out in excitement. They were scheduled to fight with the 2-A class to show much of a higher level they could become in a year’s worth of training. Tokoyami was also excited, of course, but he couldn’t find the amount of excitement in himself that most of his classmates (for instance Bakugou) stored within themselves. “I will tell you the pairings now,” Aizawa sighed in a monotonous voice, “so that you know who you are looking for when you get there. The other pros will have the lists as well if you forget; don’t come to me. Tsukuyomi, you will be going with the Heart, the Rising Heroine.”

As Aizawa’s voice faded out of Tokoyami’s thoughts, he nodded to himself about Aizawa’s consideration to use their newly appointed hero names. It was a nice touch.

Upon entering the arena, all of the 2-A students introduced themselves to the 1-A class. Once the introductions- which had many poses in them- were complete, the students scattered to their various combatants. “I am Tsukuyomi, the Jet Black Hero. I also go by the name Fumikage Tokoyami,” he introduced himself before the armored lady, bowing to show respect. “My quirk is Dark Shadow. It is wonderful to make your acquaintance.”

[puersole]

Because why not I like putting Asuka into uncomfortable positions -

                                     fluster-filled boy is clumsy with nervous intent, trembling hands and apology spilled from lips herald seconds before he rocks upwards from his heels, lips pressed gently into a corner of her own mouth before he’s back on concrete jungle once more -- abash, hands plucked to cover his steadily reddening cheeks. 

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES. | not accepting.

[okurasshi-blog]

➳ ┇ ( @notsopowerless​ )

Mao has made a terrible mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. His eyes flicker around the room to see if any water was available because his mouth was on fire. He had accidentally ate some spicy food, despite his weakness to them and instantly regretted his decision. In his defense, they really should put some warning labels on this thing!

The male tugs at his collar, feeling warmer than he had already been, and the stinging sensation in his mouth didn’t help. “Water… I need… water,” he groans out, blindly reaching for any glass in sight.

[dokusci-moved-blog]

continued from here. @notsopowerless

             phew.  “.. y-you must have an interesting class then.” sounded like a mess in all honesty from what he can infer from that. eyes glance back to his game to quickly save his progress, then gaze adverts back to the female student. “which class is it? -- if you don’t mind me asking .. “