#symboloffear

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He got so many pages lol.

[criimsona]

reposting this on my new tumblr

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* mini starter call | Accepting

symboloffear asked:

‘ sun ’ for a good morning starter { from Aizawa, if that's alright! }

“ School hasn’t even started and already you look warn down Mr. Aizawa. “ 

the words came forth from her mouth before she could even process what she was saying. she had graced his classroom door; what they were doing there on a beautiful morning on summer vacation --- well was up for mere debate. maybe it was the extra classes that UA provided or more so everyone scrambling to straighten up before the next year dawned on them.  tilting her head to the side as she held folders in her hand, she remained in his door way.  “ Would you fancy a cup of tea or coffee? I’m about to head out on a run myself. “  she was trying to be polite and even more so trying to CONNECT to her fellow peers. seeing as that had deemed hard for her as of late.  “ It is a lovely morning after all. “

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“...!”

Upon entering their living quarters until the following day, Adrianna had very little reaction to the room. Aside from the pure, existentialist dread which left her speechless. It weren’t just the significantly reduced size of the room, but the singular bedding arrangement as well which majorly threw her off. As if having her travel accommodations wasn’t enough, she was also thrown in this sort of predicament without any sort of warning?

“...This is unacceptable, i was told it would be a suite.” she mutters underneath her breath, only half acknowledging the man’s presence. Her first instinct was to take out her phone and rapidly dial one of her contacts. They answered quickly and for the following two minutes she’d had a very spirited conversation in Italian. She was mindful enough not to raise her voice, but from her tone alone it was obvious there was no solution besides the one they were currently receiving.

Only after she’d hung up the call with a prolonged, frustrated sigh, did she fully return her attention to the man in her company. He said something about her taking the bed and he’ll sleep on the floor, right? Well, that was awfully generous, truly it was, but the situation was slightly more complicated than that.

“...Forgive me, i just...got unnecessarily riled up.” she comments, bringing a hand to rub her temple. “I vastly appreciate your offer, but do trust me when i say that unfortunately it’s not a feasible solution at all.”

[radiioman]

@symboloffear asked: ▤ = falling asleep on them . [ from a newly penned aizawa if you'd like! (also tumblr please dont put the follow button so close to the ask button thanks! I'm so sorry for that follow-unfollow-follow-unfollow! won't happen again!) ]

It was a quiet night—time for Hizashi to rest and chill out while not having to worry about being on patrol or doing his show or grading things. It wasn’t often that he really got a moment to himself, but today he seemed to be lucky.

Shouta was over—Not a surprise, they did spend a good amount of time together. Hizashi blamed himself—always wanting attention from his best friend was probably the reason he saw him so much.

Hizashi had made dinner that night—Some pork udon and chicken karaage. Nothing crazy fancy but Hizashi knew how to cook and he was going to do so.

Now, the two of them were on the couch, Hizashi channel surfing before feeling something lean against him. Green eyes flickered downward to see Shouta there and it caused the blondes cheeks to dust with pink. His arm wrapped around his shoulder and he gently shook him.

“Yo, Sho—Y’want me t’move ya to the bed, man?”

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@symboloffear​:

The mere sentiment was as if someone had unloaded a ton of bricks onto the his shoulders. Shigaraki's posture changed entirely, usually slumped, relaxed shoulders tensed reflexively, his spine straightened, though he made no move to look up from the book laying on the bar top in front of him.

"W...hat?" A whisper, an earth crumbling whisper of a word before a cleared throat and a sharper, clearer voice - a voice all of the League were accustomed to. "What?"

Jin leaned forward and ran his right index finger along the distinctive wood grain of the bar top- Camphor wood, maybe? Whatever it was, it was pretty: light tan with darker stripes and swirls of rich umber circling around a knot or creating patterns like ripples in a placid lake. 

“I don’t got many memories about my folks, but I know there was this nun who was kinda like a mother figure- Ah, Sister Yolanda. She was Hafu, like me, fiery red hair and a taste for fancy teas. Anyway, it wasn’t long after my parents bit it, got caught in a hostage situation with some mid-tier villain and let’s just say negotiations did NOT go well. So she took me in for a little while, till I could stand on my own two feet and find a job. We’d say Grace before every meal and she’d give me this almost sad look, then say that two of the worst things you can be in this world is hungry and alone.”

The chair he was seated on creaked as he leaned back, laughing softly with a distant expression.

“She was right, it fuckin’ sucks. So you gotta find your family- Like a source of support. Not just blood ties, neither. She meant people you could lean on to help shoulder the weight of something draggin’ you down, but also people who make you wanna just... be useful to them. And I feel that way whenever I think about how lucky I am to have been accepted by you guys- I wanna be useful... But it’s more than that, I wanna be better than what I can offer right now. Anything and everything, not just ‘work’, y’know? Like... the little things, too.”

The blonde swiped at the tip of his nose with his thumb, looking a bit sheepish and self-conscious- Eyes darting to and fro with a sort of nervous trepidation.

“So, yeah- I mean... You’re like my family.”

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he almost didn’t notice him at first- pale skin and hair blended in seamlessly with the crystal white sky. if it weren’t for the telltale slouch, the mole on his chin, the marred lips that dabi held some strange form of dabi sympathy for him, he would have walked by completely and kept going. but something drifted those blue eyes towards the other person, recognition uncomfortable in his gut.

he pauses, with snow soaking into his boots thoughtfully. if it wasn’t him- or perhaps, if this truly was hell, there was no point in approaching who could be the only familiar face dabi had in this frigid hellhole. then again, if he was dead and in the underworld, it’s not like he had anything to lose.

spinning on his heel, dabi dutifully marches after shigaraki until he falls into annoying step with him, cold hands rubbing against the fabric inside of his pockets.

“Hey.” is all he says, choosing to keep it simple and relaxed. though, he assumed shigaraki wouldn’t be as fortuitous in remaining calm as dabi himself...

@symboloffear

[blxkebowdonna]

Accidental Late Encounter||Blake & Tomura

@symboloffear

It was late at night, coming back from her hunt and she was ready to go to bed after such a long day. She really was sleepy and didn’t bother looking at the number of the bunkhouse she was knocking at. She would have used her keys if she hadn’t forgot it on her bedside table. Hopefully whoever opens the door is not too angry for knocking at such a late time at night.

Hopefully, her hunt that she carried in a loose bag in her hand would help suffice and lessen their annoyance over this somewhat rude awakening.