#symballic

[floralmancy-blog]

@symballic

                 “i probably won’t get this chance again, but i’ve always wanted to ask you -- WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO BECOME A HERO?  why not serve the public as an officer?”

[shockpop]

"young kaminari, don't fret! teenagers can be cruel. why, when i was your age, they called me--- donkina?" he stifles a laugh. clears his throat. "it's... so... not that funny. it doesn't even make sense." but it DOES draw up a vivid mental image.

        ❛  IT’S NOT FUNNY AT ALL!   loose words can seriously deal a lot of emotional damage,  y’know!  ❜    and he’s got the scars from this entire experience to prove it.

[urevity-blog]

he squats down in front of her, enormously long body folding into something that means he can look into her eyes even as she’s sitting down. “young uraraka,” he begins seriously, “i need a favor from you.” all might pauses, watching for her expression to change, and then finally adds, “i’d like to float!”

RANDOM INBOX INVASION ; ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

                  uraraka blinks as all might stops in front of her.  in training situations, he’s as much of a teacher as any other hero at ua, but random encounters like this are pretty much exclusively related to deku.  she steals a peek in his direction, then whips her head back around to face all might again as he says her name.  without conscious intent, she lifts her finger, pointing it at her own face in a silent question.

                  she nods along as he speaks, trying to match his serious nature, bracing herself for what might come next -- after everything that had happened, what could all might need from her?

                                                                    I’D LIKE TO FLOAT!

                  uraraka covers her mouth quickly, trying to fight the sudden laughter building in her chest, rapidly growing too large to be contained.  she reaches out with her free hand, giving all might a soft little pap! on the head and watches as his folded body slowly drifts upward.

[haganeheart]

"there was nothing more you could have done."

▹ — @symballic ( still accepting )

        tetsu knows there’s some truth to that statement. he had nearly melted out there , put his all into the training until he couldn’t even stand , let alone fight , any more. but the draw was a bit disappointing to say the least. if not only for his class’ sake , but his own as well. at least , though , he could say he went head — to — head with todoroki and was able to knock him out as well.

        and , hey , the free snickers candy bar wasn’t a bad trade up either. 

        “ i know …. “ he was silent for a moment , a very quick moment , before his fists shot up and he swung at absolutely nothing. “ but if i could’ve swung faster , my tetsutetsu fist would’ve hit him square on the face ! POW ! win for class 1 — b ! “

[sharpsuit]

❛  if you can’t nut up, you’re gonna be the first to die.  ❜

       he’s  witnessed  many  a  traumatizing  sight  in  his  life  –  he’d  been  spared  no  expense  when  he  was  young  and  inexperienced  and  only  just  settling  into  his  quirk,  absently  ( unwittingly )  touching  a  stranger,  only  to  witness  a  silver  screen  knockoff  of  whatever  gruesome  death  awaited  them.  he’s  seen  bodies  pulverized,  torn  apart,  even  slowly  melted  into  a  paste  as  the  victim’s  screams  rose  to  a  crescendo  to  serve  as  the  film’s  backing  soundtrack.  but  despite  these  visions,  he  finds  the  hair  on  the  back  of  his  neck  standing  at  immediate  attention,  a  thin  bead  of  sweat  forming  and  gradually  slipping  down  the  narrow  edge  of  his  jaw,  as  an  oppressive  sense  of  anxiety  swells  in  his  chest.  

       ‘  nut…  up?  ’   he  repeats,  normally  impassive  gaze  replaced  with  one  of  wariness.   ‘ mmn–  do  i  dare  ask  what  that  means? ’ 

why is marina like this   /   accepting.   /   @symballic

[inventeque-blog]

@symballic ; continued

                 “perfect!  we’re sure to find it!  here, take these.”

                                  she pushes a pair of goggles against his chest, then immediately drops to her hands and knees, crawling rapidly out of the room.  a beat passes before her head pops back around the door frame.

                                                                                                      “also!  it’s probably underground!”

[inventeque-blog]

❝ inject caffeine directly into my veins, please. ❞

MEME : ACCEPTING

                  “i’ll do it.”  no hesitation.

                           it’s a popular request today, but she doesn’t mind.  within the next thirty seconds, she’s pushed him down into her chair and begun digging through her tools.  is it safe?  who knows?  she’s not a medical professional, but she’s willing to give it a try!