#vexernum

[stray-villain]

A post for @vexernum​, a continuation from a Discord rp.

Dabi could only snort at such demand, not surprised but clearly entertained by the mere idea of the other having any power over him in that matter. It was cute how the older man simply expected him to comply, to do as he was told and not question anything. Even more so than that, it was rather bold of Aizawa to assume he had gained Dabi’s trust during such a short amount of time spent together, most of which went by during fights and exchanging snarky comments. Perhaps he didn’t make himself clear enough the last time. 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He stated shortly, staring blankly at the other male, not so much as flinching while his stitches were being examined and prodded at. Aizawa must’ve forgotten where his place was all of a sudden and it showed. 

“I’m not one of your students,” He started, his tone dropping just a tad, though the difference was hard to miss. “Nor a fucking stray for you to adopt. I’ve got enough problems on my own, I don’t need you becoming another one of them.” He had his pride just as he had his limits. He wouldn’t be where he was currently had he always meekly followed orders and while sure, it was no more but a pile of flaming garbage, at least it was his own. It was closer to a home that what he had had previously. 

After that he reached for his shirt and put it back on, deciding that he got fed up with being constantly on display like that. He should've just left early like he had planned to, instead he out right ignored his own instincts in order to allow himself to grow comfortable in the new cozy place. How foolish of him.

[wintersfireaa]

This is just a post for @vexernum​, @inxanis​, & @wingsofprey​ because I love her and her blogs and everything she chooses to be. Just tossing that out there. Cause it’s a fact. I love so much.

[tenyasleggies]

Hitoshi｡

Neito surveyed the sprawling city below him, the moving lights from the various storefronts and moving cars creating a dazzling kaleidoscope of color against the pitch black backdrop of night. The wind was strong, and whipped his hair and coattails around playfully from his perch on the tallest building he could find. Actually, there was a lot of taller buildings to be found, but this had been the tallest he could get permission to take the elevator to the top of. Just because he had an enterprising spirit didn't mean he wasn't willing to work within the confines of what was allowed. He'd also been banned from copying flying quirks outside of emergency situations for the foreseeable future.

Neito plopped down to a seated position with an exaggerated sigh and leaned back on the heels of his palms. He checked the time on his phone, wondering when Shinsou was going to show up. He never thought heroics would turn out to be so boring. He couldn't stop thinking about an endless stretch of painfully dull days that lay ahead of him. Was it wrong to hope for some earth-shattering catastrophe right now? He'd never even break a three-digit follower count on Cheaper, let alone become a top hero at this rate.

His phone chirped, and he checked his feed at the new follow icon, only to stuff his phone in his pocket when he saw it was just that stupid hero fashion company trying to to get him to look at their page again. Maybe he should finally bite the bullet and take the ‘model hero’ out of his bio. "Ugh, where's someone in mortal peril to save when you need them!?" He complained to the empty sky.

[onetrueidolnico-blog]

(Starter as per request of @vexernum​!)

“Man, what is taking them so long...?”

Her fingers tapped at her folded arms, her feet on the metal flooring beneath her. It would be a fun change of pace, she convinced herself. Maybe it’ll rekindle that wonder and amazement from your youth before life became nothing but studying. Well, joke was on her.

She’d seen the Lunar Park Ferris Wheel a few times before and always thought it would be cool to ride it one night. With a little bit of cash left over from her recent paycheck from work, she thought why not? It’d be fun. And it was alright, at least until the mechanism stalled when she was halfway up the climb. It’d been a good 10 mins since then and her phone was getting dangerously close to running out of charge thanks to a recent event in a popular rhythm game.

Bored out of her mind (and trying desperately not to look down), she looked across to the young man sitting across from her.

“Hey. Do you have any fun stories to pass the time? Funny videos? I’ll take anything at this point...”

[sxrpens]

[ swivel ] - modern verse!

Painful Prompts

[ swivel ] Your muse finds mine delirious from a fever.

@vexernum

         Damn the cold.

         If only he hadn’t forgotten to bring a jacket with him the other day, he wouldn’t be having this problem right now. This was definitely one out of many reasons he hated the cold. Not that it mattered right now.

         Face flushed, it took practically all his willpower to continue to shuffle along down the sidewalk in attempt to make his way back home. The fever seemed to be getting worse though, judging by how he could hardly focus on the path ahead. 

         Suddenly, Snake feels his body bump against someone else, though when he sees a flash of purple hair out of the corner of his eye he begins to wonder if he’s hallucinating.

“… Sorry…”         he mumbles regardless, not even bothering to look up in case it was truly an illusion. 

         He just wanted to get home.

[hubievonvestra-blog]

The Lamplit Shadow

(starter as per request of @vexernum​!)

Ah. The cool air of midnight’s kiss.

It wasn’t uncommon for Hubert to be at the campus library until late. There’s an absurd amount of information to absorb and so little time to do so. And so history would repeat itself on a near nightly basis, studying into the early hours with naught but his mug of black coffee at his side.

At least, he assumed he was alone.

Upon pushing open the double doors and exiting the building, he let the cool air massage his neck and shoulders. The night was a pleasant time to commute back to the dorm. None of that white noise of the students bumbling about or weaving in and out of the slackjawed layabouts, just a calm, shadowed stroll back to his room. Time to think... and plot.

He didn’t make it far before he noticed something. A figure, it seemed. Unless it was a shadowy reflection, someone else seemed to be taking advantage of the quiet as well. His eyes followed. He couldn’t quite make out the features from here, the figure moving in and out of the lights provided by the walkway lamps. He understood this was the pot calling the kettle black, but he found this presence... suspicious.

 Were they even of the university crowd? If they were, such dodgy behavior might paint the whole flock in a bad light. If not, well... They were in the wrong place. His curiosity quietly piqued, Hubert decided the time for simple watching was over.

“Good evening, good sir. May I ask... what manner of business has you out at this godforsaken hour...?”

He eyed the figure with piercing judgement. His smile awaited an answer.

[fictionalgrimoire]

@vexernum

He walks down the street after work, paying little mind to the atmosphere around him. It’s a cold evening and the sun has long set, leaving isolated shivers among the people who brave the winter chill. Internally, he minds his own-- contemplating the day and how he was going to cram his school work in, but also find a way to de-stress through gaming or conjuring recipes. It isn’t until the glint of holiday lights on a few trees catch his eye that he comes to; growing aware of what is around him and who is out.

He spots quickly the familiar face of the boy who shared food with him. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen him, the differences in classes and scheduling likely to be blame. Excitement is his first sensation and he bounds up from behind him, growing closer until he’s practically leaning on and around him, personal boundaries no concern as his chest bumps into an arm. “Are you looking at the lights?!”

[photolaps]

@vexernum

He’s been here a decent while, now, and it’s becoming difficult not to notice that Hitoshi hasn’t yet moved out from under the awning, which makes Joseph a bit curious. He knows that he himself is here for the opportunity presented by the weatherーhe does hate getting caught in the rain, but just the same loves the way it can look. (just not while it’s soaking him to the bone.) Is he here for something similar...?

...He remembers certain predicaments he’d found himself in in the past, and realizes for one that he’s a bit dense, and for another that maybe he should at least make an offer.

He shuts off his camera and tucks it back into his bag to focus his attention on conversation. Cocking his head slightly, he asks, “Excuse me, I don’t mean to pry, but are you waiting on someone, or...?”