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           it’s a christmas miracle! (midnight reveal?)          and just in time for tumblr to take a huge shit on itself!    

     oliver has returned, he’s back on his bullshit, this time with a gosh dang multi-muse yall! this is a bnha multi-muse rp blog, run by oli, who is about to cause chaos for as long as he can. please give a like and/or a reblog (i appreciate this more lbr) if you’re interested in interacting, and to help spread the word that this little shit has finally done something smart for once in his life.

                muses ♥ rules ♥ nav

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manicvoice‌:

Some part of him could register that this was utterly and terribly….pathetic. Arms crossed over his chest and eyes settled upon his duplicates face, watching as it twisted and changed, trying to speak words that could not come out. The injury was bad. The villain could see bits and pieces of scarred flesh peeking out from behind bandages and Hizashi almost winced at the empathetic pain he felt.

              Empathy. What a concept. Perhaps he only felt it now              because that was his OWN face that was in such obvious pain.

                   A weird, twisted mirror indeed. 

<I’m not disappointed.> He signed casually, as he had had years of practice. Having an unstable voice quirk mean that finding other manners of communication was dire. Shouta and he used it for conversation quite frequently, especially out on the field. <Don’t try to talk.>

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      his eyes were blurry, the stress tears attempting to spill but he never let them, rubbing his face and taking a shaky breath. that hurt, trying to talk, but he felt he couldn’t express his words as well through signing. besides, with how much his hands were shaking, he really didn’t know how well he could sign.

     it took a moment for him to registered what his other self had said, yamada shakily sighing and nodding a bit, a weird sort of relief washing over him at the concern it seemed the other had portrayed. his own hands moved from his face to sign, motions a little uneven but slow enough to be understandable.

                  “ [ i don’t need to see myself looking down on me. i already do that enough now. ] ”

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vocalcontrol‌:

          shinsou glanced over at the other, head lulling as he brushed his hands together in an attempt to rid them of the excess snow that seemed to stick to his gloves. the cold almost punched him in the gut when he stepped outside, but even he couldn’t avoid the small pleasures that was a snow day. 

          so, when he saw the teacher starting the snowman, he couldn’t resist in offering his assistance in the activity. 

          speaking of which – his eyes darted upward when he saw motion out of his peripheral, watching the double sign thrown his way. he returned his own with a nod, and a thumbs up before getting to work. 

          the cold snow almost extended past the warmth his gloves provided him, however, without much trouble, he was able to get two fairly proportionate balls of snow toward mic. 

          ❝ are these good ?  ❞

      seeing all the kids having fun was really something. they all were allowed to use their quirks due to being on campus still, and it was interesting watching how some used theirs to play! if he had his quirk, he’d have used it to cause all the snow to fall off a tree and smother some of them! he’d done it before!

       hizashi grinned at the two snowballs that shinsou had rolled up to him, clapping his hands together before waving them for a moment, excitement to make a snowman rising in his chest. trudging over to the slightly bigger one, the teacher padding it down and made sure it’d be safe to move and wouldn’t crumble. seems it was, so he began to push it to the base he made.

        it took a few tries, the snow rolling to the side and not going up the ball, but hizashi managed to lift it some and slip it onto the main ball, patting the sides and bottom to help meld the snow together.

               he turned a bit, looking to shinsou and motioning for him to bring the final snowball over, still patting down the sides of the middle one. 

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lcgerity‌:

Though voiceless, Tensei could imagine the sound of laughter leaving Mic like it was real. He knows the imagination of it was only temporary… and so he enjoys it while it lasts. Tensei smiles warmly. 

A snort escapes him as he views the meme. He finds this one particularly more hilarious than the other ones shown before. He’s simply waiting for the memes of them during certain news clips. 

“Well, I gotta say it’s working. You’re actually making me snort too!”

      that snort was so cute! gosh, was tensei aware that being this cute was illegal? seems like hizashi would have to arrest him if he kept it up! shifting a little closer,hizashi makes a point to zoom in on the meme in a funny way, intensifying the face the cat is making. it even makes him laugh more!

           hizashi doesn’t respond here, instead he ends up just looking at tensei... he was glad that tensei stuck around, he’d lost so many fans after losing his voice, and most of the ones still around pitied him. 

       tensei was different, and hizashi found that he was slowly beginning to fall in love--

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erazawa‌:

        And Aizawa tilts his head.    A light blink of heavy eyelids ––– He stares at Hizashi, as if he was trying to understand what was running inside his mind without having to ask. If only things were that easy – But while he was incredibly perceptive, he could never read minds.

       But despite that, he can’t help but focus on the expression the other was wearing.        Still convinced he was the cause, he steps a little closer.

  [–let’s do something,] he proposes, [–something that will make you smile.]

          hizashi tenses when he feels that gaze on him not faltering, looking elsewhere a bit more hurriedly as he gently swayed his hands, thinking of what he could do to just nope out of this situation. though, seeing the offer, he shook his head with a gentle smile playing on his features.

                    “ [ no. that’s fine. i’m smiling now. ] ”

       he didn’t want shouta to just hang out with him.

    not if it was just to make hizashi happy.

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writing advice: work on one project at a time! Don’t over-extend yourself

me, with one foot in at least 12 different AUs and 15 different stories:

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     im doing drafts today           i promise.

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‘ me ? constantly afraid of being abandoned and replaced ? hell yes . ’

                                “—-I think, that’s a rather common fear.  It manifests in each of us differently, but…”

                                       He offers a smile.

                         “—There will be those who love you no matter how hard things get.  Those people are worth keeping in your life.  Be sure to hang onto them.”

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Mr. Sandman, bring me a treat 🎶 (Based on this and this, thanks @fucking-zawa-sensei~)

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grovndzcro‌:

   Noticing his old teacher from UA, Bakugou couldn’t help but smile, feeling a bit nostalgic. Granted it had only been a few years since graduation, but it was nice. At the same time whenever a teacher came to check on him he had usually done something stupid… usually. And he hoped this wasn’t one of those times.

   About to utter a greeting, the blond noticed Hizashi signing instructions to him. He was a little rusty from his mandatory lessons, but he got the gist of it.

   “ heh.. Alright. ” he mutters, rolling his eyes before closing them and smirking, holding his hands out. He didn’t like keeping his eyes closed for any reason usually, but he trusted Yamada.

     seeing katsuki close his eyes made hizashi smile, glad that he seemed to trust him enough now. he recalled when the young hero would probably have denied such a request. anyways, he lifted up the present and set it in the other’s hands, clapping his own together to let him know it was okay to look.

        upon opening, katsuki would see a small plush, big enough that there was more than fit in his hands, but still rather small, of a hedgehog. hizashi couldn’t lie, when he first met katsuki and couldn’t remember what to call him when referring to him with other teachers, the usual name was ‘hedgehog.’ 

      of course, now he was well aware of his name, and used it over anything else.

               ‘ [ i hope it’s not too childish! i know people don’t usually keep plushies when they grow up, so if it’s not cool then you can give it away! ] ‘

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       hizashi had learned lately not to pick favorites. each student was unique, and even if he did like some more than the others, he wanted to keep an open mind and allow the rest of them to feel comfortable approaching him, especially now.

    but todoroki. todoroki was different.

        he’d noticed something in those eyes, something hidden, something that was buried but so recently resurfaced it seeped from his entire body, as if begging to be let out. the way he acted around his father brought that curiosity to a peak, but hizashi never pushed. it wasn’t until one night in the dorms, he’d let that curiosity spill away into concern. 

          seeing such a normally composed kid broken down alone in the common area sent a pang of worry and almost fatherly concern through hizashi, who slowly approached and made his way around the sofa, a hand rested to it as he did before gently snapping his fingers, not sure if touching todoroki would go very well. after gaining their attention, he signed to them.

          ‘ [ hey. hey, it’s okay. come here... ] ‘

     his arms opened, offering the student to move into his embrace.      

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mic except his hair is half a drill pigtail

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     hizashi really needed to pay attention a lot closer than he did when out for his walks or a grocery run. really, seemed he was getting better at seeing things happen as they were happening, rather than leading up into them occurring. so turning his head, hearing a sound from the alleyway he was passing in front of, he really felt maybe he should have been looking before.

          looked like some girl running up to him-- did she need help? he wasn’t a pro anymore, what could he do? though, her running stance was... very strange. and, wait what’s that in her hand--

            OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE--

@bitslized

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Something quick I did for fun last night, haha.

Audio is from the BNHA Drama CD #5.

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🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

headcanons // accepting

      anything chocolate! chocolate pudding is his samefood, so he eats that the most, but most any chocolate is okay in his book. he prefers milk chocolate over dark or white, but will eat all three types!

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Rather Cliche RP memes!

add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship

send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed

send 🙊 for out muses to meet up in secret

send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)

send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress

send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine

send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together

send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together

send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours

send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)

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qrkerser‌:

“ I was going to see if you wanted to grab dinner, but I’ll take that as a no. ”

             ‘ [ no, wait i-- ] ’

     hizashi stops himself, hands freezing in place as he feels irritation and guilt swell, a sigh leaving his lips and eyes closing for a moment. he shouldn’t have been so sarcastic, he should have just been straight forward, i’m stupid, i’m stupid--

        hands finally move once again, albeit a bit slower, more cautious as he thought out his word choice.

            ‘ [ no. i don’t want to eat. sorry. you can go if you want, i can watch a movie here. ] ’