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Useless Details Ask Meme I
Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse!
Their phone:
★ what kind of phone do they have? ☆ what is their phone’s background? ✪ their standard ringtone? ❉ do they have any pictures on their phone? ✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind? ✦ the first five names on their contacts list? ⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play? ✹ five - ten songs on their iPod/phone?
Their home:
♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations? ♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? ♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers? ♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first? ♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea? ♍ any pictures on their walls? what kind/of who? ♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor? ♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms
Digging deeper:
🌷 what do they have in their wallet? ꕥ what’s usually in their trouser/jacket pockets or purse? ☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants? 🍀 what kind of jewellery are they wearing? what’s their favourite peace? 🌻 what do their bedsheets look like? colour? patterns? 🌹 what’s the colour of your muse’s underwear right now?
wingsofprey:
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i’ve posted a few replies but haven’t gotten to the rest yet! this blog is still on semi-hiatus though! i just somehow managed to find enough time to work on this blog but now i’m off! 🛸
unsighty:
even the edge of implication is sharp enough to cut through shōto’s steel affect . he’s approached by the winged hero without a second of hesitation . wondering briefly if hawks often waited around til he had someone to talk to , jumping on shōto the moment he caught his eye it seems . another long line in unlucky experiences . slumped shoulders rise and fall with a sigh as he sizes up the man who’d stopped him . ❝ no , ❞ a little defensive of the boba drinks he’d bought for himself and ochako . ❝ don’t compare me to my old man . ❞
❝Yeesh, touchy, aren’t we?❞ He clearly must have hit a nerve there because it doesn’t take a genius to see that Endeavor doesn’t have the best connection with his youngest son. Maybe Keigo should have taken that into consideration before approaching the kid. He thought Shouto would be a lot friendlier and that his cold presence is nothing but a merely misunderstood front but obviously, that’s not the case. ❝I’m guessin’ you’re not proud of your old man for finally being the No. 1 hero?❞
goldempire:
The purpose of these particular proceedings are nothing more but circlejerks for the mundane of the high rise lifestyle. With practiced ease the sneer which nearly curls the corners of his lips is quelled by various mental exercises, replacing itself with the slightest beginnings of a grin. To make connections among the current occupants would be remarkably beneficial, if the amount of effort required to woo them equated to their personal uses towards him. Unfortunately, there was a scant few faces which fit his criteria. How disappointing, to be wasting his time with something so trivial.
At the very least, he’ll be capable of saving face and raising his public reputation being seen having a ‘pleasant’ time with the natives of Japan. It wasn’t worth totally nothing, if anything, and he’ll look damn well doing it.
His typical black, gold, and red color scheme makes a blatant display. A red patterned waistcoat worn atop a crisp black long-sleeve dress-shirt under a white tie with a gold clip, a thick white overcoat hanging from broad shoulders, hands tucked into snug white gloves, all adorned with a golden trim and buttons. Black slacks tucked into leather boots completed his attire, his right eye covered underneath a leather eyepatch made of his own scales to prevent anyone’s discomfort.
❝With the way it’s looking now, Hawks-san,❞ tail unwraps from where it had been disguised as a belt around his waist to gesture to the rest of the room before them. ❝Maybe the whole night, unfortunately. Nice earring, by the way.❞ Head tilts, lionesque ears atop combed black hair wiggling. ❝Why do you ask? Planning on playing hooky, are we?❞ Eyes playfully shift around, as if on the lookout for any eavesdropper. ❝Mind having company if you do?❞
All night, huh? That... sucks.
Keigo sighs and brings his elbow up on the table, resting his cheek on his palm and earning a few disapproving glances from the other occupants of the table. He can’t be bothered anymore though, not when he just found out he will have to feign interest in whatever the hell they’re talking about on-stage. The most eventful thing that has happened all night is the compliment Kingpin gave him about his earring considering it’s the only thing in his attire that Keigo had personally chosen himself. The other hero is noticeably proficient in the field of fashion after all if his classy, lavish ensemble is anything to go by.
Plus, they both have wings so of course Keigo would feel an instant sense of natural camaraderie between them.
❝Hm?❞ His interest is piqued the second playing hooky has been suggested and right then and there, Keigo decides that he really likes this guy. He never even would have thought the hero had it in him since he appears to blend in well with the rest of the posh, snobbish heroes. Keigo is almost ashamed that he didn’t even think of slipping away from this humdrum occasion but maybe because making himself scarce is almost impossible now when he’s just been recently ranked as the No. 2 hero as though the initial expectations weighing on his shoulders weren’t heavy enough for him to carry.
❝Yeah, let’s get outta here before I suffocate from all the pretension stuffing the air.❞ A sly grin curls his lips though as he folds his wings closer together in pursuit of hiding them better before standing up from his seat. Fortunately enough, the hero on stage is too occupied reading the script handed to him to even notice the blond’s lack of interest in what he has to say. Keigo looks down at his newfound companion and gestures to the exit. ❝Ladies first.❞
brokcnpride:
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 but a shrug, almost smirking at the way it bothered the little blondie in front of him. However, now this conversation was getting interesting when money was being put into the equation. Just how much could he milk out of this young actor before it would be too much for his pockets to handle? Dabi’s time wasn’t cheap and nowadays he was hurting for cash, this could set them up for a few weeks even months.
❝ Now you’re talking my language pretty boy. Six Grand. ❞
The amount rolled off his tongue without a second thought, it was the same amount he was promised during this deal, and since the guy never showed up. It only seemed right to try and get the money in whatever way he could, it would please his boss so what harm could this cause? He was good looking, at least Keigo had that going for him.
❝ Can You afford me? ❞
❝S-Six grand...?!❞
Jesus fucking Christ, this guy really isn’t holding back. Keigo wonders if that’s merely his way of getting him off his back because surely nobody would charge anyone that much just to be watched, right? Okay, that thought alone may have been ironic considering Keigo charges way much more to be in films but still! That amount is too wild for someone who dwells by himself in a dark alley, probably waiting for the parents of some rich, brooding hero to murder. Keigo can afford him but honestly speaking, that seems like a bad investment.
❝C’mon, man. There’s no way your time is worth six grand.❞ He casts him a disbelieving look. ❝It’s not like you’re even gonna do anything. You just go about your day and I observe you, that’s it! Charging me that much makes it seem like you’re into some real deep shit—❞ He pauses, realization dawning heavily and visibly on his features. ❝You’ve... never killed anyone, have you?❞
scftwings:
* ❥ . amber orbs were now coated by a thin layer of fresh tears , making them seem even shinier than when she would smile so happily. she flinched as her tears were wiped away ─ an invisible damage caused by their father’s rough handling. chiyoko knew deep in her heart that keigo would never lay a finger on her in such a way , but having just about anyone’s hand come near her face always ended with the same result. fear. panic. a small , broken child within her soul constantly expecting harm to come from that single motion.
she relaxes as soon as his fingers move upwards , patting her head ever so gently. ❛ so─ sorry , i just … ❜ she whispers out an apology , like when a child would break something while playing inside the house. she felt the need for it to reach him , fearing that reacting in such a way could be considered rude.
she sinks next to him on the sofa , eyeing what was left of his once magnificent wings. fluffy baby feathers , barely a shadow to how powerful they used to look. chiyoko won’t give up. he’s stubborn as always , but so is she. it’s that cursed blood of theirs that just doesn’t know when to quit. the same blood that connects their hearts. luckily for her , he hadn’t noticed the small pink feather she had placed on her palm while squeezing his shoulders earlier. chiyoko hated using this side of her quirk , but sometimes there was no other way. they were different in so many ways , but one && the same when it came to their stubbornness. she is granted a clear view into his heart for the fraction of a second , eyes finally meeting his when her crying had stopped completely. he was partially honest when speaking this time. his injuries were most likely just bruises , scrapes , && muscle strain from the battle. nothing severe. he was honest about that part , at least. now for the lies … a soft voice follows. ❛ nii - chan … i know that y─ your job is dangerous. i knew th─ that from the start … you work for the c─ commission , after all. i’m not stupid. ❜ she takes in a breath , eyes still locked into his with a strong resolve shining within them. as some would say , though she be but little , she is fierce.
❛ just tell me. tell me everything. i can h─ handle it , i promise. i won’t break. i know you’re just trying to ke─ keep me safe , but i’m a big girl now ! && you know i won’t rat you out ever. i won’t let anyone know. what you say will never leave this room , so please … just this once ─ trust me. i won’t be in danger if no one knows. we have nothing to lose ! if .. if this keeps up … this wall between us ─ where we act almost like strangers , i … i might as well just … ❜ she doesn’t finish. her lips go quiet as the sentence ends inside her head. her gaze lowers , focusing on the carpet instead.
Her flinch doesn’t go unnoticed and the sight of it twists something in his chest. To hear his sister apologize for something as trivial as a flinch brings back all forms of loathing he had harbored, not only for their good-for-nothing dad but for himself as well. Those days when he could have saved her from the abuse but didn’t have the courage to have always plagued his mind no matter how many times he’s tried to convince himself that he’s making up for it. Yes, he’s a hero now, but he should have been a hero from the very first time their dad raised a hand at them. He had the ability to stop the old man from hitting Chiyoko and yet he still didn’t do anything.
He was a coward.
Maybe he still is.
Because as he watches Chiyoko beg him to put down his walls and let her in, he still couldn’t find it in himself to do so. Much like him, the younger Takami is also foolishly stubborn. If he were to tell her that the commission had given him an assignment that could most likely put him to death for the sake of stabilizing peace and order in their society, there’s a high chance his sister will do something dangerously naive just to prevent his impending fate. And if the commission finds out that she knows what he’s been up to? He’d rather not imagine what they could do to her if he fails to stay alive throughout this mission.
Her adamant insistence does nothing but put more layers of stress on his already sore body and he breathes out sharply before glancing at his sister.
❝This isn’t about whether or not you’re old enough to know, Chiyoko.❞ His tone dips into a steady, stern touch that he’s only ever used on a certain pyromaniac just a few hours ago. ❝My job isn’t just some superhero comic book you see in the stores. What good will come out of telling you what I’ve been doing? It’s risky enough that I’m even coming here to begin with. You don’t understand what they could do to you— to us— if you know even just a smidge of all the shit I have to do just to put everyone at ease. Can’t you just be thankful that you even get to live your life without having to look over your shoulder every damn second?❞
He doesn’t even realize how his last words sounded until they were finally out of his mouth and right then and there, immediate regret seeps into his system.
wintersfire:
Fuyumi did her best to not shriek or look down. She wasn’t the biggest fan of being up high. It wasn’t fear, but a healthy sense of apprehension. She clung to him, perhaps a bit too tightly with the arm around his neck. It was better that she did, she thought. She was caught off-guard by the man who was currently holding her in his arms. If he dropped her, he’d catch her, good to know for future reference. Blue eyes look up at his frame as he flew them toward the park. His wings were… entrancing. He was.
The Lois Lane comment made her blush considerably before she gasped. The whip of the wind around them made her hold their food a bit tighter to her chest. He wasn’t going as fast as he could go, she’d seen him on television before, she knew how fast he could go. Or so she thought.
When Hawks spoke of the bystanders, she didn’t even glance down. Her eyes rolled backward before she spoke. “It’s nothing I’m not used to. Daughter of the new number one, and former number two. I get stalked outside my school sometimes too. They always want some detail about my father.” She looked into his eyes a soft smile curling up on her lips. “As long as you’re fine with being seen with me… I’m fine with it.”
She watched his reaction hoping that it would be a positive one. “The headlines will probably read, No. 2 Hero, Hawks, with the daughter of No. 1? Or something like that. They might even just call me, ‘Mystery Woman.’ I’ve been called that before too.”
❝Journalists have been houndin’ ya about your old man? I guess I can see where they’re coming from. Endeavor rarely talks about his business after all.❞ Nevertheless, he could imagine how frustrating it must be for Fuyumi to go about her day while people from different gossip sites try to get her to disclose something about her dad. He, fortunately, has his wings to easily avoid them when he wants to but Fuyumi sadly doesn’t have that advantage. If he isn’t so busy all the time, he would have suggested that she could give him a call every time she needs some sort of escape from those flies.
A pleased smile graces his lips at the clear display of the woman clearly unbothered by rumors. She is starting to sound waaaaay cooler than he initially thought and he can’t say he isn’t loving it. ❝I see no problem in being seen with you. Honestly, I’d love to see the look on Endeavor’s face when he reads those headlines.❞ Or maybe it’d be for the better if he steers clear of the flame hero for now because he isn’t the type to listen to ‘stay away from my daughter’ censures— especially when such threats usually challenge him into doing the exact opposite of what they want him to do.
❝Mystery Woman seems fitting for you though.❞ He tightens his hold on her as they near their destination. ❝You’re kinda like your little bro. What was his name again? Shouto, I think? Yeah, that little dude. The only difference is that you smile more.❞ He makes a swift landing next to a park bench and carefully, he finally puts Fuyumi down.
dabihawks
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@yamausa sent: “Did we use protection?” // “Morning After” starters (accepting!)
This. This is why he isn’t too keen on getting hammered drunk with any of his fellow pro heroes. Surely those damn paparazzi have stayed outside of his apartment building all night, expecting to snap photos of Miruko leaving only to realize she spent the night at his place. The scandalous headlines are gonna be everywhere. He can still call the commission and let them take care of those pesky mosquitoes though, but the berating that will soon follow after is not something he’s looking forward to.
“Did we use protection?”
Keigo jolts violently from his side of the bed at the sound of the bunny heroine’s drowsy words— her voice slightly hoarse from sleep, or at least he hopes it’s from sleep. He could barely remember anything. But her question does raise some panic within him and golden-brown eyes quickly dart around for the familiar display of a ripped package supposedly tossed somewhere during their obscene ventures, overlooking the excruciating throbbing in his skull that ebbs and flows like a frosty tide.
❝Ah...!❞ He snatches the two empty packets discarded just right next to his friend’s feet and an appeased grin stretches his lips. He waves them at Miruko’s direction, his panic and nausea now easily replaced by the sheer relief of not possibly being a dad anytime soon.
❝No worries! We have deprived the world of flying bunnies!❞ He raises his hand to share a celebratory high-five.
“Morning After” starters
as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
Sexy
“Feel like another round?”
“You were great last night…”
“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.”
“I had no idea you were into that stuff…I’m glad I found out.”
“We didn’t even get to use the toys last night.”
“You should play with my hair some more…”
“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
“That was a workout.”
“I don’t know your name. But you can share it with me, so I know what to scream this time.”
“The fun doesn’t have to end.”
“I think I can convince you to stay…”
“Don’t pretend like you’re asleep. Should I find a way to wake you up?~”
“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
“I love your bedhead.”
Awkward
“Oh no…what did we do?”
“Hi! You need to leave.”
“I’m sorry…who are you?”
“Ugh…I drank so much.”
“I can’t believe I did this again.” / “I can’t believe we did this again.”
“Where are your clothes?”
“…I’m sore in such weird places.”
“Hey, sorry! I’m gonna go. Right now.”
“You didn’t seem like you were having such a bad time last night.”
“Someone’s coming. Is that your mom/partner/spouse/etc.?”
“I think this was a mistake.”
“*trying to sneak out while half-dressed*”
“Your foot is in my face.”
“Did we use protection?”
“*sees ___ and screams*”
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Okay, I think I’ve done enough writing on both Dabi and Keigo and now my brain is fookin fried adsjfksdf I’ll work on the rest of the starters and replies I owe tomorrow! Thank you for your patience!
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brokcnpride:
𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, effortlessly trailing along the blondie without a hint of shame to his name. Mostly just to soak in the guy’s appearance in case he needed to remember it, surely he wanted something and right now he wasn’t about to play any games. You can’t blame the guy when someone suddenly approaches you in a dirty alley, not when violence lurked around every corner nowadays. But he’d admit it, this one was definitely some eye candy.
❝ And why in the hell would I say yes? ❞
This time he pushed himself away from the wall to step right in front of the man with ease, leaning back on his heels just to see if he would get intimidated by having Dabi this close. This one’s perky nature was already getting on his nerves. So without a second thought, he took a long drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke right in his face.
❝ What’s in it for me short stack? ❞
There’s no denying the caution that immediately strikes Keigo’s nerves as soon as he sees the stranger taking a step closer to him, but he does his very best not to show it. He knows it’s an intimidation tactic— he’s dealt with it enough from older actors who think they can daunt him into humble compliance. But unlike those assholes, this guy here definitely reeks of danger but that’s not enough to spook the blond away.
This is his career they’re talking about after all.
A grimace curls his features when cigarette smoke comes brushing his face and he is quick to bring his hand up to wave the faint offensive tendrils away. He doesn’t usually let anything get under his skin but when his health is being put at risk, that’s where he draws the line.
❝First of all, I know you’re supposed to be some hot bad boy and all but what you did just then was seriously unnecessary. And second, I can pay you for your time. How much do you want?❞
