#stitchfaced

[patient00]

 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕   𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏   𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆   𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚   ,   now   he   spectates   rapt   .   impulse   reaction   to   injured   girl   is   to   swaddle   her   in   his   arms   and   rush   her   to   his   office   ,   but   now   she   threads   .   .   .   something   through   split   skin   .   hush   until   she   finishes   her   work   ,   and   then   speaking   quickly   and   sharply   :   surgeon’s   intonation   ,   “   your   suture   is   impressive   ,   but   .   .   .   you’re   not   trained   ,   are   you   ?   at   least   not   yet   ,   “   he   can   spot   loose   knots   like   a   professor   .

@stitchfaced​   liked   .

[myentropy]

he’s all but given up at this point, though with a history of hard and effective work being pulled by his coattails it would just be a mischaracterization at this point. still it was all too much, and fugo’s fine hatred of baking rose at it typically should ( in a warm and dry environment for one hour. ) whenever the holiday season hit. “it didn’t rise!” and fugo’s white knuckling the rolling pin, one short swing away of driving dough in the backsplash of his stove top.

“ @stitchfaced​ ” // ‘rare icon’ starter call

[createinfinity]

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

SEND “⭐️” AND I WILL COMPLIMENT A RANDOM MUN!

so i’ve talked a lot about people i know, so for this one i thought i’d change it up. i haven’t spoken to any of the people on this one, i just admire them from afar like the anxious potato that i am. if any of you would rather not be tagged, then i apologise and just let me know and i will untag you.

@siirensxng - i love zach? he’s such a fun and interesting character and i love seeing him on my dash. i think his quirk is great and is well thought out, and genuinely just love reading about him whenever posts appear on my dash. oc solidarity out here.

@stitchfaced - i think fran is so great. i love her quirk, i love the stuff she does with recovery girl. i think she’s such an interesting character and i really like everything that her mun has been doing.

@s-kepsis - i love when people take characters that we don’t see much and really flesh them out, and this is what they’ve done with skeptic! i love seeing their threads and ideas and i really do just love seeing people flesh out more minor characters and give them development that they’d never get otherwise. it’s always so interesting to me to see what people come up with, and i really enjoy reading everything they write!

[kaionace]

@stitchfaced from here.

HE’S REALLY GONNA DIE. It’s gonna be here and now, and he’s gonna die right there. Not of his injured leg, but of BOREDOM. He can’t even BOUNCE his leg, so Lev’s settled with rattling his fingers against his thigh at the SPEED OF LIGHT.

“A WORD SEARCH would be greeeaaaaat. Y’know what would even be more GREAT? If you talked to me! How’s your patient supposed to keep ENTERTAINED if you don’t ever talk to them?”

[myentropy]

describe your muse’s laugh.

“ @stitchfaced​ ” // character headcanons

describe your muse’s laugh.

it was more than a soft snicker, the sound typically polite as fugo covers his hand over his face. keeping up with appearances and all that. though fugo’s genuine laugh…it sounded like something was broken. fugo had broken. the normal firm posture was gone as he was bent at the waist a howl escaping him as he starts his laugh. fugo laughs like nothing had ever held him back before. though there’s always a long wheeze at the end as all the air leaves him, he bends at the knees his stomach pulling stitches all across his waist. he’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe, and he makes no sound. the cycle continues as fugo takes in a much welcomed gasp of air

[myentropy]

“ @stitchfaced ” 

he hadn’t been hiding out for long, ten minutes at most. ducking behind one of the curtained bed’s he waited. his arm clutched against his chest, red blossoming as the blood seeped from his make shift bandage onto his u.a jacket onto his shirt. pressure. pressure. pressure. 

this was an honest testament to his patience it was becasue fugo knew that this was better than being dead. pale in comparison to his normal complexion, his conscious was wavering though he just had to hold out to see fran. fortune favored him as he kept quiet, the infirmary none too busy.

“fran...” he spotted her just between the gap in the curtains. fugo took his first heavy step forward. the blood draining from his face. he blinked a couple of times trying to focus as he pushed back one side of the curtains just to get his face through. blood puddling on the floor beneath his feet as the pressure on his bleeding arm loosened. “fran...”

[myentropy]

to: @stitchfaced from: here

“you’re undermining your ability. don’t.” everyone was a victim for being at this school, it was a realization fugo hadn’t considered and he was an idiot for thinking that all this happened only to the students in the hero courses. of course it would happen to the general studies kids, of course it would happen to them. it now felt so unfair to wish them all the trouble fugo didn’t want just knowing that they could handle it better than he could.

“you did a good thing- a heroic thing. do you really think i’d be sitting right here fran if you weren’t around?” he pointed at her ‘work’ to hopefully end an argument and it was the first time he had really looked at it. “i don’t think anyone could have made this look as pretty.” fugo could already feel her quirk working, his wound was already healing. 

he couldn’t have been as helpful even if he wanted too. even if he tried. though they were safe for now, again thanks to fran and it was enough for fugo to try and get a rational head, it’s what they needed. a plan to escape or a plan to stay hidden till the fight was over. 

“do you want to stay? or do you want to run?”

[briilliance1]

@stitchfaced continued

While their circumstances were different on many levels, the core emotions and sentiment that someone considered “odd” or “peculiar” could feel often ranged in the came categories. Ever since Aizawa-sense introduced Fran-chan to the class as a part-time student and pupil of Recovery Girl-san she had tried to pick up a conversation with the other.

Not out of pity.

Not out of politeness.

“It’s not a full plan.”

In fact, if Asui had, to be honest, she’d straight up say it was for her own benefit. To fulfill a scenario a strange froggy girl always had playing in her mind back in Junior High, where someone would come talk to her without being prompt by a teacher or because they needed something from class.

Or maybe she was reading everything wrong and this would end up being a dumb mistake. It didn’t matter to her, not a single bone in her body would allow her to leave someone behind.

“I have an idea.” Kero.

Taking the girl’s wrist she walked as quickly as she could while making sure the other followed, carefully pushing the nurse into a corner as she stood in front of her facing away.

“I need you to crouch down as much as you can behind me. I’m going to use my special move.” Kero. She’d never done this before, using her camaflouge to hide someone else behind her, Asui was still getting used to being able to do it, but if it worked they’d be safe.

Please work.