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𝘼 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙍! ( ooc )

ok level with me, 

or 

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Send me symbol for my muse’s opinion:

☠ : Opinion on death ➶ : Opinion on killing ☮: Opinion on peace ☯: Do they believe in karma? ✤ : Do they believe in luck? ✟ : Religious beliefs ♂ : Sexuality ☿: Opinion on gender ❤: Opinion on love ❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight ♞: Favorite animal(s) ☕: Favorite food(s) ♛ : Opinion on outer beauty ☀ : Favorite season(s) ☽ : Favorite time of day ☂ : Favorite weather ◎ : Opinion on lying

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AND NOW I KNOW HOW JOAN OF ARC FELT !                                                      … now i know how joan of arc felt

original supernatural character multimuse , featuring verses in THE LOST BOYS , STRANGER THINGS , IT , HELLBOY , and OTHERS. 

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𝘼 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙍!   OOC! 

after ten years,,, i update my rules to be coherent. 

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&& incorrect quotes

mic: was horribly bullied after i said shouta was hot to midnight && she replied, unflinchingly, “yeah kind of in a rat sort of way”. REALLY was looking for a good time && was gutted like a fish tonight.

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ooc

what if i fucked around && caught up on the manga && made this blog into a bn/ha multimuse,,, unless. ,,, 😳😳😳😳

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A LISTENER ( @somnumumbra​ ) TUNES IN WITH!!!: [sms 4:03 am] are you awake? [sms 4:07 am] i need your help [sms 4:08 am] i can't move. i'm sending you the address. [sms 4:09 am] probably hurry. (from aizawa ofc boo xoxo)        

      THERE WAS NOTHING THAT GOT MIC UP FASTER THAN  

the sound of the familiar text-tone he had assigned to shouta’s contact. picking it was a feat, trying to find something akin to an anthem for his friend && THEN reassigning when the one he chose was deemed as “irritating” by the one it was chosen for. eventually he got something that at the very least drew just a slight furrow of the brows from the other hero. regardless, the tone didn’t, even at this hour, strike fear into the voice hero. there was PLENTY OF PLAUSIBLE reasons that he could be texting at this time- after all, even as a teacher it wasn’t uncommon for shouta’s shifts to run LATE INTO THE NIGHT. 

             therefore when he turned the phone, now gleaming up from his desk ( an uncomfortable, but a common resting place for hizashi- he had found himself often waking with some paper stuck to his cheek. even at his growing age, he was still drooling in his sleep. poor, poor, runny marks from a lost battle with his saliva ) to filter his face in artificial light. his eyes were bleary, glasses skewed before he lifted the hand not fiddling with the device to adjust them. the words processed surprisingly rapidly despite how groggy he was. 

                                                  I CAN’T MOVE. ...PROBABLY HURRY.

             strange how he found himself quickly pushing himself from his chair, getting HALFWAY into his hero outfit ( THE ESSENTIALS, it was 4AM, no one would CARE if he didn’t have his hair looking like a hoopoe at this hour. ), he had his jacket, pants, shades- && MOST IMPORTANTLY, his gear in case he had to fight. 

                                                 IT WASN’T FAR. THE JOURNEY TO THE LOCATION BLURRED, uncomfortable with his throat tight from worry && his hand clutched around the phone as the dot on the GPS got closer to where he was supposed to be. he unlocked his phone && shot a simple.

                                      𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.  𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

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SOMNUMUMBRA!!!

There was a second huff of annoyance at the whine Yamada gave. Honestly, the man was like a child. No wonder Aizawa’d be a decent teacher, he already spent most of his life dealing with children. He was seconds away from snapping at Yamada ( and the head resting against his shoulder, like an itch in his skin. They were already sitting so close that the slightest further bit of contact set off too many warning bells in his head ), when the other just managed to pull away, and his raised hackles died down again. Yamada always managed to just toe the line between when things were too much and barely manageable. 

Aizawa could feel the vibrating excitement that was threatening to burst out of him. Really, he should be glad the other didn’t get up and start jumping around. He was used to Yamada’s ramblings by now. It was a constant stream of noise whenever he was around the other. Usually, he managed to tune it out. With his eyes closed, dozing into his own thoughts, half of what Yamada said was completely ignored.  But after several minutes of the other not shutting up, he finally opened one eye, fixing the other with a dead stare. “‘Zashi,” the first word was too quiet, not heard by the other. He just kept rambling. 

It was too late, now. Like an itch, starting in the leg that was pressed too close to the other. The shoulder that his head had rested on for a moment. Spreading across his body. Fingers that were resting loosely against his leg suddenly curled into a sharp, white-knuckled fist. An exposed chin, tucking itself into the folds of the scarf-like capture weapon wrapped loosely around his neck. A jerked reaction, hand uncurling itself as he abruptly stood up ( in the middle of Yamada talking about something about exclusivity and fashion ), the folder that was resting in his lap falling to the floor.

His face, bottom half still obscured amongst the folds of the capture weapon, masking most of his expression ( save the drooped, tired gleam of his eyes) was impossible to read. “Let’s go, then. Just choose a place. We’ll get dinner.” He picked up the folder abandoned on the ground ( fingers wrapped around it just a little too tightly), dropping it on the desk that was to be his shortly. Creating distance between them, just enough to make him comfortable again. Hands shucked themselfs into the pockets of his jumpsuit, aiding to the slumped-over visage that he bore. “It’ll probably be out of my budget range, knowing you. You’ll have to pay for both of us.”

              OF COURSE HE WOULD PAY!     after all, between his three jobs, he did happen to be the wealthier of the two. the salary of a teacher at a top school was much better than those in less prestigious academies- which was a REAL SHAME! after all, they were all working for the same goal at the end of the day. the success of their students! he shouldn’t go down that tangent, he’d end up having little daydreams about his students && their futures, or how maybe when he’s old ( && still rockin’ it, of course!!! ) maybe he would be able to retire in a house next to Shouta &&- 

             WHOOPS! that was a tangent, && upon him tuning back into the frequency known as REALITY,  he noticed the comfortable warmth of his friend was replaced by a gush of cold where SHOUTA SHOULD BE. his bright green eyes followed his movements curiously behind his thick shades as he followed suit. there was an attempt to discern what the mood of the erasure hero was- IT SEEMED FLAT, PER USUAL. he was like a puzzle, except once a man thought he got it nearly figured out the pieces all traded partners && left HIZASHI at a loss again. sometimes there’s an ALLURE TO HIS BROODY, MYSTERIOUS WAYS. other times, it made HIZASHI wonder WHAT IN THEIR MANY YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP HE WASN’T ADDING INTO THE EQUATION. 

                              to be FAIR, he was in the ENGLISH DEPARTMENT for a REASON. calculations were                                     or NERDS. leave that to THIRTEEN, or TENSEI. did the latter like math??? he really just                                     looked like a nerd. a really buff nerd, though. 

            HE STOOD UP && SHOT ENTHUSIASTIC FINGERGUNS at his companion before adjusting his coat proper, grinning at the familiar hug the leather had on his skin. NOT PRACTICAL, but fashion was fashion! “ FANCY IS GOOOOOD, but sometimes a RADIANT PERSONALITY LIKE MYSELF doesn’t feel like getting dolled up. There was this ADOR-A-BLE restaurant I heard about! OH, did you bring a coat? it’s cold!!! i know you have your capture weapon but that doesn’t seem like the warmest &&-” 

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[ im here the WiFi is just Bad Bears so I’m just gonna edit panels to make icons like a goober

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&& HEADCANONS

mic needs validation but from VERY specific people. like he loves being adored by his fans but at the end of the day if someone he cared abt was GENUINELY disappointed in him he would just curl in bed && feel bad for the whole night send tweet.

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@somnumumbra TUNED IN WITH: 

//aizawa is more concerned when there’s no noise than if there’s noise. he’s too used 2 mr loud man

not to be gay but what if,,, the only time they were ok w/ silence,, is when they’re being quiet 2gether,,, 😳😳🙊🙊

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&& 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

mic is,,, 100 percent a wiggler && tapper HE HAS to make noise or wiggle a little. he also a HUNDRED percent makes little noises or talks to himself in silly voices when he’s trying to do something without anyone around ( except aizawa, i firmly believe he is used to mic doing things like “WHOA yamada, don’t put the cup in the wrong rack” && is used 2 it )

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𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙐𝙈𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙍𝘼!!

A quiet snort came from Aizawa, who was nestled against the old, too-soft cushions of the staff lounge in UA. Held between his fingers was a packet labeled Teacher Orientation that he was slowly rifling through. Yamada was sitting a little too close, their sides pushed up against each other. But Aizawa hadn’t yet bothered to tell him to move, and he didn’t feel like moving himself but he could tell Yamada was trying to push his luck. 

“We weren’t strangers, Hizashi,” his eyes slowly rolled off of the papers he was reading to fix themselves upon the other. He’d just spend four hours drinking tea and dealing with Nedzu and frankly, wasn’t sure if he had the energy to deal with the Voice Hero at the moment. Not to mention Nemuri would come around at any moment to gloat again that she’d managed to get him to finally teach (not that she really had anything to do with his decision).

One hand raised up to drag fingers in the hair by the back of his neck, while his head dropped against the back of the couch, head tilted just slightly to make it easier to see the other. Tangled strands of hair dropped in front of his vision, but he didn’t bother to move them. “Just because I didn’t return your daily calls all the time didn’t mean we were strangers.” Granted, Yamada’s words had some truth to them. When Aizawa turned more towards working solo and underground, he let go of most forms of communication. Texts sent to him (unless it was hero work related) took up to a week for him to respond to. The only way Nemuri got him to respond promptly was by sending pictures of her cat. Friendship had never been high on his list of priorities, but he’d never considered Yamada a stranger, but the other always had a flair for overdramaticizing everything. 

“We just hung out together for your birthday. That wasn’t too long ago.” Not too long ago, in Aizawa’s mind, was a few months. “I’m not going to let the fact that you can see me daily now distract me from doing the job I have to do, you know. Between you and Nemuri, I feel like I had a daily headache just waiting to happen.”

A sigh, from the pro hero, who then closed his eyes. The folder he was holding dropped to his lap, taking a quick break from reading it. The next words, muttered quietly, “but I guess it would be nice to see you more often.”

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               HE WAS RIGHT, HIZASHI KNEW THIS. they’d known each other forever now, but even at the beginning, they weren’t strangers for very long. his worried expression shifted quickly to his normal one- playful, eccentric, but still, the ghost of worry would be visible if the bright green irises behind his shades were stared at too closely. the all too tell-tale crease- a perform can only pretend to be carefree with so much practice. his hand rested on his knee, gripping it tightly to make knuckles that connected to where his fingerless glove start to flush of their pink. 

                               “ JEEZ, do i gotta get you a CALENDAR? my birthday was months ago!!                                   you can  BARELY call that recent!! ”

               HIS VOICE WAS AKIN TO A WHINE of a petulant child. all deliberate, hizashi by now had known how to dance the line of what was allowed from the other hero && what would cause him to avoid the voice hero the whole day. he leaned his head on aizawa’s shoulder just brief enough to where he wouldn’t chew him out. the moment with his face pressed into his messy hair was enough to bring a surge of joy to the presenter’s chest. silly, silly, old feelings seemed to be as fresh as a daisy. how irritatingly shakespearean. he preferred analyzing love stories, not being the fool pining for the unattainable love interest. 

                                 ...!!!  NICE TO SEE HIM??? OH, YEAH BABY! 

              FOR AIZAWA, THAT WAS AS CLOSE WAS ‘I MISS YOU’ AS ONE COULD HOPE FOR! his face illuminated with a wide grin as he drummed his hands against his thighs in excitement at the comment. he was overacting, but he needed to hammer in the fact that the small comment was REALLY, REALLY DYNAMITE to him. 

                              “ LET’S CATCH UP THEN! ooooh, i could show you this new spot that                               opened up in...”

              GOD REST AIZAWA’S SOUL. PRESENT MIC had started rambling about various places they could visit, explaining about how “low effort” or “high-fashion” certain restaurants were. really a lot to deal with.

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𝙏𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙂 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙋!