#whisperingarts

[abysmalpyre]

@whisperingarts​

      ☠▒ Dabi raised his brow from where he was lying on the floor. He wasn’t expecting Yuki here at all. Squinting his eyes at the other he studied him before letting out an exasperated sigh.〝Is there a reason you are here at this hour? It is 2 Am.〞Turning his head to face the other male from where he stood while waiting for a reply. The hero had to be nuts for even coming here when he probably got off his shift.

[matteblackstars]

        “HOLY CRAP, SOMEONE SHORTER THAN ME??” Like a cat who has just seen a banana, Nicholas practically jumps out of his skin stunned and then immediately rears his head into a cheesy delight. “This is awesome, How old are you? The only people who are ever shorter than me are literal children, so please tell me you’re at least over 20. I would be able to die happy if only to know that for a single moment in time, I was slightly taller than a peer.” 

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[eijiishima]

from X for @whisperingarts​

The sound of fighting is enough to draw the attention of any patrolling hero, especially when it happened along their route. Okay, so he catches wind of it just off of his route. Sue him.

There’s already adrenaline pumping through him by the time he rounds the corner, following the sounds of some mid grade villain daring to shoot their shot in the middle of the day. And, really, did it always have to be in the middle of the day? It was near lunch time & he was starving, but hero work came first. What he’s not expecting is to stumble upon what appears to be a losing battle.

His reaction is instantaneous; really, his body moves on its own, before his mind has even tracked what his limbs are doing. Throwing himself in between Artisma & the villain is easy, quirk activating just a moment, just a beat, too late to save himself from injury. It hardly registers as armored arms shove back, putting distance between himself and the clawed villain with a low grunt, the soft patter of blood on concrete a distant sound.

As the other speaks, though, Eijirou swivels his head around, offering up a grin, “Figured I’d jump in,” he chuckles, attention momentarily stolen as the summoned tiger leaps past him, easily subduing the man. Letting his quirk fall, it’s only then he notices the lines across his abdomen, oozing blood slow, “Awe, man,” it’s nearly a whine, the way he says it, “I like, just got my costume repaired. Bummer.”

Swiping a few fingers across the wounds does little more than spread the mess, Kirishima clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in annoyance. “You doing okay, man?” The other was in much worse condition, stealing Eijirou’s attention from himself easily. 

[aoiiryoku]

@whisperingarts​ said: "Just cause I'm a hero doesn't mean I'm going to call for backup or try to kill you the second I see you..." The male uttered lightly, jade eyes staring at the flame user from underneath his mask.

                                                  random ask. / always accepting.

     “  Maybe you should tell that to all your other little hero friends.  “  Dabi had had that happen to him, one too many times to believe this one blindly, it was also why flames were dancing along his lightly defined arms as he stood a few meters away from the male. These so called heroes were full of bullshit and didn’t truly care about anyone, but themselves. Because if they did, they wouldn’t be supporting this corrupted and disgusting system, where people turned a blind eye to those, who truly suffered.

[blxxdking]

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Kan was in need of some money. His supply running dry after a string of operations against a patrol of police. The outcome of had been majority favorable but to ensure it’s best results, Kan would need materials. Materials costed money and money was something he had little of at the moment. Flicking a cigarette to the ground, a steal toed boot eliminated its flame. 

“So,” Kan directed his reddened gaze towards his forced accomplice. The willfulness Kan felt becoming overbearing but he’d put that away in order to get his needs met. “...you’re the one who they put me with tonight? You got a name I can call you by? I’d rather not just call you something like ‘guy’ or ‘buddy’.” 

[heroichaos-archived]

【   @whisperingarts​​ liked for a lyric starter 】 

“ You showed me that a greater dream can be achieved, ” Daiki’s voice is soft at first when he speaks up.

The two having been sitting in silence, it still cuts through the air like a knife and as the taller man looks down at Yuki, he finds himself smiling slightly, a fondness for his friend twinkling in his eyes.

 “ Enough resolve with conquer all ‘if we believe’, were the words, I believe. ”

[abysmalpyre]

@whisperingarts​ liked for a starter

      ☠▒ A smirk crossed his features, the staples pulling on his skin. His mismatched skin creeping up on his unblemished skin from his recent endeavor. Hair dye still clinging to pieces of his hair and his face. Blinking a bit as he looked at the other.〝I probably look like shit don’t I. After the episode I pulled my skin is shit as well. How about you?〞Dabi turned to look at the purpled haired male.

[abysmalpyre]

@whisperingarts​ asked: With a hum, Yuki left a homemade cake at Dabi's door with a note on the tray. "I know you may not like today, but I do, cause without you being born, I would be lost. Happy Birthday Dabi~" A little heart was drawn next to the sentence and the small hero went and sat in the living room to watch tv, not wanting to crowd Dabi when he woke up.

      ☠▒ The first think in the morning or at least the first think in the morning he didn’t expect to kick something on the floor in front of his door. Hissing at the connection he had with the tray. Dabi bent down, picking up the tray to examine the cake then to the note. Reading it over once with a groan stifled in his mouth. Yuki was some how sappy and it felt wrong against his skin. Crumpling in the note in his pocket when he placed it there. Rubbing his eye with his free hand then looked at the cake once more.

      He wasn’t one for sweets but he was sure that if he reacted and threw it away Yuki wouldn’t be happy about that. Closing his door behind him he began walking to where he figured the male was. Spotting the purple hair he hummed  as he set the tray in front of Yuki.〝I don’t like sweets all the much...Can you help me eat it or something.〞