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I would not hesitate to use my body as a shield to protect you from all the bad things in the world.
#(muse likes);#/*to be fair that's kinda his entire quirk#but his favourite people he'd defend even with his barrier broken*/#(queued♪);
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Like the Sun
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" Fumetsu-san!! " Annnnnnd there she goes, plopping a crown of coral roses on his head. She's in a really flower-hippie mood this week. No one is spared from the crowns.
The crown sat above his barrier for a moment before he noticed the pink above his eyes. “Oh? Thank you...?”
That was... Hayashida, wasn’t it?He reached up to touch the crown, and it fell through his barrier and onto his head proper. The coral roses clashed somewhat with the bright magenta of his quirk, but he still appreciated the thought. Maybe his mother would like these...
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Toshinori had to admit, he didn’t expect this. He’d been braced for an attack like the last, ready to divert the blow and retaliate– he was not prepared for the sudden solid force that pushed against him like a literal wall. With no single point of contact he stumbled and lost his footing as he was shoved aside, flying back with surprising force.
In a panic he realized just how close they were to the edge of the current arena. Toshinori despite what he told himself, had been too cocky, too overconfident, not observant enough. Aegis had driven them near the line.
For an instant his foot hovered over the white line– past it– the moment he landed beyond the bounds he would be out. He would lose this year’s Sports Festival again. How could he claim to become the best if he kept making these mistakes every single damn year?
But this wasn’t over yet. Energy cackled over the boy’s limbs, bright blue manifesting as he overflowed with the force of his quirk–
And still in the air, Toshinori twisted and punched against the nothingness separating him from defeat. He won’t lose here. He could not lose. For the sake of his goals, for the dream that burned in his heart he had to cut his dear friends’ ambitions here short. The world was going to know his name today, undeniably –not as Toshinori but as All Might.
“–NEW HAMPSHIRE SMASH!!“
Dust billowed up from below him, a force blasting out from the arena to strike as far as the onlookers with hurricane winds as All Might propelled himself right back into the fight, directly at Aegis with frightening speeds.
To be honest, Kenta hadn’t really expected to get even this far going in. He wasn’t really sure what to do after his big finisher—either Toshi would be out of the ring and he’d win against all odds, or Toshi would dodge it and he’d be left defenseless, and he doubted he could keep dodging Toshi long enough for his barrier to regenerate so maybe he would resign to avoid actual injury...
But he didn’t have time to process his next move, focused as he was on pushing his barrier until it popped, before Toshi came hurtling back towards him with the recoil from his own punch. He didn’t even have time to be impressed by how over the top the manoeuvre was, much less actually move out of the way of his friend-turned-projectile.
He did, however, have just enough time to swear in English under his breath.
“Fuck.”
And Toshi smaaaashed right into him, knocking him flat on his back against the hard, unforgiving surface of the arena, and it took everything Kenta had to keep from crying. He’d gotten the chance to show off his skills for the crowd, now he just needed to escape with his dignity.
#xforall#/*rip kenta indeed#that hurt like HELL#he's gonna have bruises after that#he's not used to that*/#(RP);#(v = Ambitions);
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Roleplaying Profile Meme
Tagged by: Stolen from ghostlyheropoltergeist
Tagging: steal it from me!
PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer! Strikethrough if never!
– B A S I C S –
NAME Shicchan (Shi for short)
ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes / No
IS YOUR MUSE? (by default) Yes / No
ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi / Yes / Highly / Private (mutuals only)
ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi / Yes / Highly
IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / OC
WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella
DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Gificons
DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes (Discord, with mutuals)
WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics
HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days)
WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort
WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Crime / Everything
ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No / Yes (medical drama; doesn’t come up much)
DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes
– S H I P P I N G –
WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual
WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual
DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry / Yes
DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes / I don’t know
WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Attracted to masculinity / Attracted to femininity / Attracted to androgyny / ????
WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Polyamorous / ????
ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes (not with this character, and not on this platform)
HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions / Slow Burn / Depends on partner & muse
ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes
ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes
ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes
ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes* / Yes (Multiship, but usually won’t ship with two instances of the same character at once)
DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Sometimes / Yes
DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes / Depends
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dckv:
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Ah . He’s PANICKING . That sure is a familiar feeling that he doesn’t want to get reacquainted with . There’s that familiar pile of stones settling on the base of his gut . Hands fling together to wring together , perspiring in his lost nerve as he TRIES to calm his 100 mph brain down .
❛ d - during class … it was tucked under m - my math book, but i ALREADY checked back there. th - then again, it WAS busy in the hallways today … ❜
He recognized panic when he saw it, confirming his suspicions that the missing notebook was precious to this boy. He took a deep breath, preemptively steadying his own nerves—it wouldn’t do for both of them to lose their heads at once. Being a calming presence was also good hero practice.
“Okay, so you lost it some time after class. Where were you when you noticed it was gone? It must be somewhere between there and your classroom.” A worn-out notebook wasn’t the kind of treasure someone would just pick up and keep, right? Unless he was more worried about anyone seeing the book’s contents...
#dckv#/*what could it be? a sketchbook? a diary?#Kenta has no way of knowing*/#(RP);#(v = Cautious);
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“A beat-up notebook?” Someone’s lost treasure, loved half to death? At least, that’s the impression Kenta got from the other boy’s words. He couldn’t just turn a blind eye to something like that.
“I don’t think I’ve seen it, but I can help you look for it! Do you know where you saw it last?”
❛ EXCUSE ME!! ❜
He normally doesn’t get THIS forceful !!
❛ h - have you seen a … BEAT - UP - LOOKING notebook around here?! ❜
@barricr liked THIS starter call!
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All Mighty Hug Toshinori needs them too!
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/*alright so exam season is kicking my ass and will be for another week or so but discord drop in case someone wants to talk to me there?*/
/*MUTUALS ONLY, let me know who you are when you add me and expect me to be invisible 90% of the time bc I literally just forget to change it*/
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A long moment passed, stretching on indefinitely in the company of her heart’s frantic beats. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes again; one at a time, as if she didn’t quite trust the harmlessness of the situation. However, it seemed to ring true – nothing had happened.
In spite of herself, Mao was staring at the other student as if she’d seen a ghost – wide, fearful eyes and mutely parted lips beneath the dark cloth of her mask. But no foreign thoughts assaulted her mind, no additional visual input overlaid her own; there was no flood of feelings that didn’t belong to her, nothing. So under the other’s worried gaze, her expression morphed from panicked to genuinely, thoroughly confused. How could this be? She knew they had knocked heads, she had felt it, so why ––
His question snapped her out of her thoughts, violet hues blinking a couple of times beneath furrowed brows. “Uh– y-yes, I’m fine … thank you …” And then, a flash of vibrant pink drew her gaze to his hands. Holding out some of the dropped papers to her were fingertips shrouded in a magenta glow, and comprehension dawned upon her at the pace of a feather drifting to the ground. There was a theory forming in her mind, connecting the failed activation of her quirk with the visual before her of this boy touching something foreign to his body – but of course, the easiest way to put it to the test would be to reach out and touch him again, but that was more than out of the question.
So, her gaze transfixed with his fingers, she tentatively accepts the offered papers and watches the glow disappear as they leave his grasp.
“… ah …! Your quirk … could it be–” a barrier type? Is what she wanted to say, but her courage left her halfway through. What if she was wrong and he laughed at her idiocy? She had already made enough of a fool out of herself with her initial, shaken reaction – she really didn’t want to make it worse. Ahh, but she had already started on the topic … she had to finish her question somehow.
“Uhmm … w-what does it do? I-ifyoudon’tmindmeasking …” She finished lamely.
Her terrified stare caught Kenta off guard, and he responded by leaning back in an effort to appear as nonthreatening as possible. He wasn’t that scary, was he? Or had she been hurt worse than he realized? His concern was alleviated when she spoke up and retrieved her papers, but not by much. He pulled his hand back as soon as the papers left his grasp, trying to give the startled girl some space.
“My quirk? It’s a barrier... Nothing can touch me unless I explicitly allow it.” She had indeed guessed correctly, not that he would ever be able to tell. “Are you... sure you’re okay? Did you hurt yourself when you fell? I can’t really tell how hard I bumped into you...”
collision control. || @barricr
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She grinned and sat down, opening the bag and pulling out the eyeliner brush, and a small jar of black pigment product.
“Your eyes are beautiful.” She leaned over next to him, putting her brush in the small jar.
“Now, this might tickle.”
He... wasn’t sure how to respond to the compliment, beyond an automatic blush. “I’m used to using pencils for this...” He sat up straight, closed one of his eyes, and focused on letting Halo and her makeup stuff through his barrier.
#allchxrgedup#/*you'd think such a short thread wouldn't take me so long to reply to#you'd be wrong*/#(RP);#(v = Ambitions);
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now why is platonic cuddling so frowned upon in society fuck you man if i wanna cuddle my bff i will fucking cuddle my bff youll need a fucking crowbar to pry me off you son of a bitch
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“I can think of worse pranks...” Honestly, if she hadn’t said she wasn’t wearing it because she wanted to, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it. It didn’t look bad on her at all... “I mean, no one got hurt, and you can take it off at the end of the day at the latest, right?” No harm in being optimistic.
@barricr 💖’d for an April Fool’s Starter!!
“It may sound weird, but yes, this is a magical girl outfit and no, I didn’t wear it on my own volition. Some imbecile decided to pull a prank on some of the girls, including me, and this is what happened!!”
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reblog this if on april fool’s, you’re accepting ic ‘pranks’ in your ask box. put ketchup in my muse’s drink, tie their shoelaces together, go wild. go crazy. have fun dealing with the consequences.
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/*Anyone want a starter with your favourite indestructible mom? Like this post!*/
#(promo);#/*reminder that Kenta's mom has her own sideblog#please do not reblog this though#reply if you're a sideblog who wants a starter*/
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@allchxrgedup: from X
“I brought some stuff, too!”
She had carried over a makeup bag- filled with high-end brands that she bought over time.
“I love this kind of thing…”
“O-Oh, okay! We can use my makeup table...” He let her into his room and sat down on a stool in front of said table. Somehow he felt like she’d end up doing more than just eyeliner...
#allchxrgedup#/*let's just say she ambushed him in the dorm halls outside his room*/#(RP);#(v = Ambitions);
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