#primeraser

[iiryoku]

*  @primeraser​ liked x for a starter.

   ❝  Look out!  ❞

Without another warning, Aether pushed the man out of the way as a heavy log fell down from the roof above. Seemingly, someone hadn’t secured that good enough. It was good to have quick reflexes at times like these. Gazing around quickly, to see if anyone else might have gotten hurt, honey depths went back to focus once again on the stranger.  ❝  My apologies for pushing you. Are you okay? ❞

[bakgos]

          a knock to the door , yet he doesn’t wait to step inside. ‘ sensei , ya’ called fer’ me. what is it? ‘ 

@primeraser​ liked for a one - liner.

[snake-oiled-chief]

@primeraser​ started following you

    “I hope to god you’ve brought a peace offering...like some good coffee. Your last batch was the worst store brand I’ve ever tasted...”

[pluviacuratio-a]

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{ ♪ } -- "Figlio di puttana!"

She swore, nearly jumping out of her skin at the sudden words in her ear. The phone in her hand had been thrown in her shock, now clattering on the floor as she turned to glare at Aizawa.

"I'm gonna treat you like a cat and put a bell around your neck, I swear on all that is good in this world."

With a sigh, she shifted to stand, retrieving her phone from the ground and looking at the text message she'd written out. Though...

"What's wrong with it? I mean, it's just some guy from a blind date... Should I not send anything? I just wanted to ask about what kinda day he's had..."

[wcbshot-a-a]

@primeraser​ replied:

places a blanket on them-

A little ‘snrt’ left them in response. Maybe Aizawa can get away and they won’t wake up!

[hermajsty-a]

❝ anya forger reporting for duty. ❞ she then ran behind her penguin to then say in a slightly different voice. ❝ today's mission is to defeat the villians and save the heroes. only you can do it anya. ❞ then she ran back to her spot and nodded. before running over to the actual hero. ❝ i'm here to save you mr. hero ! ❞

@primeraser liked for a starter !

[sensesdialed]

@primeraser​ asked: 8 // SPOTIFY WRAPPED - send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song

8. As It Was - Harry Styles

  “YOU KNOW, it’s not the same as it was...” Peter doesn’t really know why he’s bring this up— why he didn’t just bite his tongue and avoid the topic entirely like he tries to do every time someone hits him with these kinds of questions. It’s on him for thinking a hero from another universe wouldn’t ask why he’s living in his own apartment at barely 18 just hardly making rent, or why everyone he seems to mention isn’t in his life anymore, or- 

   “It’s- um, I mean— it’s complicated, the whole thing, really, it’s a long story and you probably don’t wanna sit through all that so I’m just gonna spare you the trouble and say things are... different for me, right now, yeah-” 

[izukutm]

@primeraser​ asked: “  you think you’re handling this on your own but you’re not.  that’s not how it works when the people who care about you can see you’re suffering but refusing to ask for help.  ” // confrontations

    IZUKU REFUSES TO LOOK HIS TEACHER IN THE EYES. His own stare rigidly forwards, focusing instead of every crack and chip on the distant wall in some sort of attempt to blur the truths coming his way out of focus. He wishes he were wearing his most recent hero costume, that way he could easily tuck himself into the extra coverage that Gran Torino’s scarf provides. The thought only seems to prove Aizawa-sensei’s point. 

                          Izuku has spent much of his life trying to hide behind masks. 

 No amount of heart, soul, and strong-willed passion could simply erase his constant whirlpool of emotions— his own anger just as poignant as his desire to save, that when he just can’t do so with a smile... it’s when he wants to cover up the most. Why wouldn’t he do the same off the field? Izuku is meant to save, to guide, to pull others out from under the rubble... why would he drag anyone down with him? 

   “I don’t need help, Aizawa-sensei,” He lies through his teeth, they both know it. “I’m back, aren’t I? Leaving U.A. was trying to handle things on my own... but I’m not fighting alone anymore. We don’t have time for anything else, either, not with what’s coming up.” There’s a slight tremble from his bad hand, Izuku curls it tight into the fabric of his shirt. “The world needs our help. I can figure myself out after that.”