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 Though the pain remains, and though it may be hard,            I'll carry on.

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ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Self-care is important! 2021 is sort of already proving to be a shit show, so please carve sometime out for yourself and decompress.-🎀

// you've no idea how pleasing it was to log back in after a long while just to see this, bless your soul anon ♡

// i will admit that i've been losing the spark towards rping since pulling myself away from rping for a break on top of struggling with mental health and personal reasons, so i may be on hiatus even longer than intended for more than just decompressing. it's a shame, though, as i know there are people out here still awaiting my replies. still, until i feel better about myself and rediscover my interests in the things i loved, i'm just going to be avoiding the rpc in the meantime.

// while i can't guarantee that i'll respond back what with how asocial i can be, if anyone still wants to keep in touch with me outside of tumblr, my discord is Embi Tea#1312.

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so i'm gonna be honest with you guys, i might not actually be doing well in the mental department right now. it's really affecting my energy & interests in a lot of things as is typical when it comes to handling clinical depression, explaining why i've not been active at all. it also pushes on my asocial tendencies even more, which is why i've been distant and mostly silent both on tumblr and discord.

i've been trying to combat this at of late by forcing myself to do no more than 20 min worth of exercise and also binging on Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town (millions of gold in & every love interest successfully romanced, and it ain't even the end of 2nd year). other than that, i just want to apologize to everyone who have been waiting for my response and/or having been wanting to interact with my muses for a long while now. i'm just really struggling with myself.

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“Last breath” hit me with that pain

[ Send me “Last breath” for my muse’s last words to yours as they lay dying in their arms. ] // prepare yourselves 'cause this one's gon' be a long one my dudes

     When Aya saw that the white-haired commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front was unleashing noumus near Deku’s and the place he’s interning at, she didn't waste a single second before she went barreling out of the teacher's dormitory. She didn't listen to All Might calling after her, instead shifting into her noumu form to run off to the battlefield at frightening speeds. He's there. Even though it was being shown through live broadcast, she knew exactly who was really there: Papa.

       It was Papa. He’s somehow using Master's body like a vessel. Being aware of his presence practically flooded her body with j o y. Oh, how she'd love to hear him address her again. It'd been so long since she's ever heard his voice, she wanted to see him so badly again... But that feeling also brought a terrible pang of guilt and shame through her throat and guts at the same time. Even though she retrieved all her lost memories, her body was still reacting so joyously for her 'savior'... No, she should be full of fear for all the heroes over there, especially Deku. She knew both Master and Papa's capabilities, knew that not even the young hero could stop him. He'll die by Papa's hands. He might even die before Papa could reach him thanks to the other high-ends. All the heroes are gonna die... They'll die. They’ll all die...

               --Not on her watch.

    It was right before any high-ends specifically targeting Deku could lunge for him when a massive figure crashed in-between to leave a sizable crater on impact. Familiar black tendrils were wildly flaring out like a shield for her dear hero as the cloud of dust began to settle. That sheer amount of malice emanating from her tiny, little frame was enough to temporarily stun the noumus where they stood. This was Doctor's greatest creation, after all. Not even the combined powers of all the high-ends present could overwhelm her once she's like this.

            "NOBODY. HURT. DEKU."

    Deku was calling her name. He probably wanted to ask what she's doing here and why, then maybe tell her to go back before she could get hurt... But before he could even finish his sentence, one of her tendrils had suddenly shot out backwards to pick him up and pull him away from the sudden onslaught of attacks. They’re there to obey Papa and not her, after all. Even so, she easily blocked and evaded the barrage, all while having that one tendril gently place the young hero down on safer, solid grounds away from harm. Handling noumus was cakewalk for her. She had the powers to fight and win, so she'll use it for just that.      She'll use it for good. For Deku. Especially Deku.

    There was no need to worry about her getting hurt. Even if one did manage to land a hit, Aya had the power to quickly revert herself back to optimal conditions. Her strength, her power, her unquestionable combative skillsets there on the battlefield... Had she had the moment to think about it, she probably would've realized how this would've been the very first time Deku's actually seen her on the actual offensive. Deku would've realized how lucky he was on the day that they finally met again after her disappearance, when she was having other lesser noumus wreck havoc rather than causing it herself. What fell before him was a noumu massacre. She fought to kill the enemies without a shred of mercy. No being could stop her, not even Deku if he truly wanted to try and kill them off himself...

    ..The only thing that did stop her.. was him. Aya finally crushed the last noumu's head when his voice had finally rung out to her. He was congratulating her, praising her, prompting her to shrink back down to the body of a young girl with nothing more than dark mass coating her face, arms and back. It was him. He was calling out to her. It felt so wondrous to hear him again. Papa's voice alone held so much influence that it even drowned out Deku's desperate shouts to bring her back to reality...

    He and Master only wanted to test her, it seemed, to see her grow. She failed to keep her faith in him, but that's okay. Aya was just so important to him. He's so, so proud of her... He loved her, wanted her to come back. Papa was so willing to forgive her for everything she's done. That’s just like him to be so kind to someone like her. They both knew that they she still cared so much for him anyways. She did care about him, didn't she...?

       ... She did. It's true. It showed in her hesitation, and the way tears were soon rolling down her face. She missed him so terribly much. She's do anything for things to go back to much simpler times when all she cared about was just receiving his praise and love. In fact, she would’ve been perfectly fine had she never recovered any of her past memories. She wouldn’t have had to remember such a painful upbringing, instead believing that the one he provided was all she ever knew.      She could have that again, that blissful, ignorant life. He’s offering her to come back. Anything for Papa. He loved his sweet little girl, and she’d do anything for him...

    And yet.. therein lied the problem. Aya.. had to kill the boy behind her if she wanted that. She had to kill Deku, her light of hope that stayed even when she turned towards darkness. Turning to look at the young hero must've brought so much anguish and tension in the air. The look in his eyes hurt her so much... It was so tempting to forget everything, to forget all the pain and misery and suffering she went through...      ..But if there’s anything that Deku showed her, it’s that it’s thanks to those things that she became such a loved little girl who loved everyone back.      So she couldn't do it. She wouldn't.

She won't do it.     She won't be tricked and used anymore...!

Never, ever again--!!

          EVER!!

     Right. Aya didn't want to. She wasn't here for Papa. She was here for Deku. She was here for her own reasons. She came here because she didn't want Deku getting hurt in the first place. That’s her choice. Papa's words can't control her any longer. She was never even his to begin with. Aya didn't have any remorse over the fact that she was now turning the powers he bestowed upon her all against him. She's free from his control. Her fighting him would prove it.       And so, she fought, turning towards the embodiment of pure evil with such a fierce and determined look on her face. Aya fought so valiantly under her own accord. She fought, and fought, and fought until All for One finally found his opening. Landing a piercing blow through the black mass and its core's chest inside, he stunned her for just one second. 

     Just one second, and it was all he needed. Aya's reflexes may have prevented the shot from capacitating her head clean off, but it still ripped a terrible chunk off the whole upper right of her head. He’s damaged the head. A damaged brain for a noumu made it a useless, dead noumu.

It’s Game Over. She lost.           Aya.. can't function anymore.

    She stumbled. And then, she fell. Her fall made such a quiet impact against the ground. She should have listened to Deku. She should have listened, because then she wouldn't have had to hear such a raw, mortified scream come from the boy as he threw himself over just to pick her up. So much pain was in that scream... He shouldn’t ever have to make such a heart-wrenching cry. Oh Aya, what have you done...?      She.. She couldn't move her tendrils, or revert the damage. Her ruined head meant that she could no longer properly use her Quirks, so they dangled there uselessly as Deku pulled her desperately close to his chest, as if that’d stop all the horrors happening right before his very eyes..

    ..Deku was crying. He was so full of despair. It might be hard to tell with just one eye and a blurring vision that's quickly being consumed by darkness, but Aya could easily tell that he was crying, she could feel it. She could feel the tears spill on her face, his trembling, shaking hands struggling so much just to keep hold of her body, her tiny, frail little body. He sounded so unintentionally angry with her. His breaths were so heavy, so hoarse and painfully torn with despair, and.. he was so, so warm against her body. Deku was so warm, and she was quickly growing cold... Aya was wasting away too quickly in his arms. Death was fast approaching.      How was she even still alive at all, anyway...? Who knows...

“Dammit...! Why wouldn't you listen?” “Why did you have to do all that?!”     “Why couldn't you just leave!?” “Why Aya?!”             “Why?!?”

     So many why's... She.. really wanted to answer him. She wanted to say that it's all because he was always doing the same for her, always sacrificing everything he ever had and ever could have just for her. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to protect that glint of hope that's always been there for her, even when she was no longer herself. She was scared. She’s scared right now, fading away so quickly against her wishes.       If only she could apologize---no, if only she could just.. thank him for everything. He deserved so many thank-you’s, so, so many of them. It’s thanks to him that she could bring herself to behave as such up until the very end. It’s thanks to him that she learned to value and cherish the once thing he fought just for her: freedom. Freedom was such a beautiful thing. He fought so hard for it, and she just.. didn’t want it to go to waste... 

     ..And yet, there was only so much she could say in the last fleeting seconds of her life. So, she just.. smiled, so content with the decision she made, hoping all those thoughts and wishes and gratitude would be conveyed---that, along with a simple explanation over selfishness. How proud she looked to be selfish for once.

     “My choice. I wanted to.” Just as simple as that. 

          “For you, Deku.”      “..Thank you..”

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My muse took a fatal blow for yours. Send me “Last breath” for my muse’s last words to yours as they lay dying in their arms.

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Send me “Goodbye, it will be alright.” for my muse to sacrifice their life to save yours.

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Eri leveled up and learned how to be RUDE

She looks around before whispering to the anon.

"Th-That's only when there aren't any adults...! Then I can say bad words...!" She's making sure to keep in mind what everyone's told her thus far.

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Eri smiled. Lately, she's been going around giving hugs to everyone as a sign appreciation for all their hard work, both as heroes and students. Of course, there's also the fact that she just generally liked getting hugs from Kacchan -- his specifically were so warm to her. So when he knelt down and spreaded his arms out all ready, Eri hopped forward to give him a big hug.

"Tadah~! Thank you for all your hard work, Kacchan-san...!"

@eriversible​ - “ would you like a hug? ” (it’s wholesome soff time with eri) // Sentence Starters. // Accepting.

Needless to say, the words quite caught his attention. Crimson hues now looking upon the child, proved it enough. 

Hug huh?. 

Well, while he was in a fine mood, who was he to refuse her?.

‘‘Sure, if you’re offering’‘, mayhaps, she was the one needing to be hugged?. Rather than standing there, towering over Eri, Bakugou merely knelt, readied for what has been offered.

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Zero's offer earned a delightful smile drom Eri. "Really? I'd like that a lot... Maybe you could make it look like yours, too. Oh, I can also brush your hair if you want. I promise I won't brush hard."

"Uravity-san and Nejire-san are the ones who help me put my hair up. I'm not very good at it just yet, although Eraserhead-san sometimes lets me practice on him. I kind of want to try and practice on Deku-san's head, too... His hair isn't long, but I could still make tiny ones. Do you think he'd let me try?"

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     Ah- so she’s not a guardian angel after all? It really felt like she was, though… At least it brought a smile upon her face. It made the embarrassment shrink a little more in Eri’s chest, though it still wasn’t enough to make the redness on her cheeks go away.

     “U-Uhm, that’s.. just what it felt like to me…” The little girl mindlessly fidgeted a bit with her tablet before finally deciding to put it back in her purse. She then just twiddled her thumbs together instead to continue distracting herself. Apparently, it’s something she adopted after seeing Deku sometimes do it himself.       “F-For some reason, you just feel like a really special person… I think it’s the same kind of feeling that people like Lemillion-san tell me about whenever I feel down, especially when it’s about my Quirk. Does.. Does that make sense? I hope it makes sense…”

     “You’re also really pretty. Your hair color kind of looks like mine, and.. makes me wonder if I can make my hair pretty all by myself, too. I have a hard time whenever I try to tie up my hair… Sometimes, my horn gets in the way.”

     “That’s very nice of you to say.” She replied. Her hair is a stand out feature, it seems. The girls from 1-A often asked to braid it - an activity Zero very much enjoyed. She found it relaxing, and talking to the students was always a pleasure. She really does need to speak to others more often. 

“Your hair is quite lovely as well. I’ve seen you around with a bunch of different styles.” Gently, she reached her hand out, lifting a lock of hair as she spoke. “The most important thing is to take care of your hair. Long hair like ours requires a bit more time and work. But I would say the efforts are quite worth it.”

     “If you would like, I could help you with your hair sometime?”

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// same goes for eri, too, on any threads that still haven't gotten a reply from me! chances are they're all buried under the mass of notifications which is what i unfortunately rely on while on mobile, and will likely be dropped via forgetfulness on my part. do feel free to link me to threads you want to continue that are still awaiting a reply from me!

// i neglected deku for only a few days, and already i've forgotten many things that need replying to. i've still yet to recover enough musing for him, but do feel free to link me any threads you want me to reply to! because chances are i'll end up 'dropping' them out of pure forgetfulness otherwise. apologies for the inconvenience!

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herosname​:

She listened intently as Eri spoke. It seems she may be picking up Izuku’s rambling habit. Not that Zero minded at all.  She liked people like that. Conversations never stay dull when the topic can shift so easily.

Though, when Eri got a bit more serious, the woman couldn’t help but raise a brow. When the question finally came out, there was a moment of silence. Zero blinked. 

     ‘Am I…. What?’

Then, she laughed. A soft, delightful sound as a hand raised upward to cover her mouth. She wasn’t mocking in anyway. Of all things…

“Ah, sorry to disappoint, but I’m not an angel.” She tapped her chin. “Though, it is an honor you would think that. Guess it means I give off the right impression~”

     Ah- so she’s not a guardian angel after all? It really felt like she was, though... At least it brought a smile upon her face. It made the embarrassment shrink a little more in Eri’s chest, though it still wasn’t enough to make the redness on her cheeks go away.

     “U-Uhm, that’s.. just what it felt like to me...” The little girl mindlessly fidgeted a bit with her tablet before finally deciding to put it back in her purse. She then just twiddled her thumbs together instead to continue distracting herself. Apparently, it’s something she adopted after seeing Deku sometimes do it himself.       “F-For some reason, you just feel like a really special person... I think it’s the same kind of feeling that people like Lemillion-san tell me about whenever I feel down, especially when it’s about my Quirk. Does.. Does that make sense? I hope it makes sense...”

     “You’re also really pretty. Your hair color kind of looks like mine, and.. makes me wonder if I can make my hair pretty all by myself, too. I have a hard time whenever I try to tie up my hair... Sometimes, my horn gets in the way.”

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‘Relative’ was certainly one way to put it. The true nature of their relationship was far more complicated, but to reveal it would be putting the secret of One for All at risk. Zero couldn’t help but think of what a polite child Eri was. 

     “Zero-san is perfectly fine.”

She thought for a moment. “Well, I’m certainly having fun learning how. I don’t quite know what I’m going to do with this skill… Perhaps I could make dolls?” Honestly, Zero was simply enjoying any activity she could. She’s done plenty of things through her users, but getting to do them herself was even better!

     The mention of dolls certainly piqued Eri’s interest. “Dolls are nice. Maybe you can make one for Deku-san and All Might-san. I’m sure they’d love it. Or, maybe you can try to make a doll of yourself? It’s okay if you make one look like me, too, I don’t mind.” Speaking of Deku and All Might, though, that particular question Eri had for Zero suddenly resurfaced.

     “..Say, Zero-san? Uhm, I know everyone can see you, but... Usually, whenever I saw you, you’d be around Deku-san or All Might-san. I also get this feeling where you’re a really, really special person every time I see you, so...”      “Are you.. actually their guardian angel?”

     There’s a brief pause before she quickly covered her mouth. “I-I won’t tell anyone if you are...! I’ll keep it a secret, I promise.”

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Bashful warmth collected in the little girl’s face at Zero’s impressed reaction. She proudly nodded her head with an affirmative sound to follow. “Ah, you’re All Might-san’s relative? I didn’t know.” ‘Course, knowing it now made it much easier for her to feel comfortable around Zero. Eri’s smile even seemed to brighten up a little more just because of it. “Uhm, I hope it’s okay if I call you Zero-san. Sometimes, I call All Might-san ‘Yagi-san’ because it’s easier. If I called you ‘Yagi-san’, too, it might get confusing...”

She peered over at the different types of stitches that Zero’s practiced on thus far. Truthfully speaking, she had zero idea (pun possibly not intended) as to how stitching even worked. To her, just seeing what the lady’s accomplished in her practice seemed professional in itself. “They look really nice, Zero-san. I think so, at least. Do you like sewing?”

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Practice… Eri could definitely relate to that. Apparently, being able to relate with a person supposedly helps with social interaction (at least according to what she’s been told). Eri herself was practicing with many things, too: socializing, using her Quirk, as well as writing and making smooth-looking candy apples… Yeah, she’s definitely getting much better at this socializing thing…! Look, she’s even being invited to sit next to the pretty lady! What a boost in self-esteem…! Of course she’s going to accept the invitation, especially with an appreciative smile to boot.

“I’m practicing, too. Wanna see?” Eri pulled out a small tablet that’s been given to her by the teachers from out of her favorite red purse. Upon unlocking the screen, it showed a list of random words in Hiragana that she’s supposed to be able to copy and write. Apparently, her handwriting’s been getting much better. There’s less of that child-like squiggliness to it. “Uhm, I think you’re stitching is pretty. We’re both practicing really hard, huh?”

“Oh, uhm.. my name is Eri. I see you around Deku-san and All Might-san, but.. e-even though I wanna get to know all of Deku-san’s friends, we never really talked to each other before… May I.. know your name, please?”

Zero nodded, watching as the girl fished out the device. She’s impressed, clapping her hands together. “Wow! You can write all that?” She’s seen the letter that was written to Izuku, and the difference between now and then is clear. The little sprout was blooming so beautifully already.

“My name is Zero. Zero Yagi.” The woman introduced herself. “It’s very nice to finally meet you, Eri.” In truth, she wanted to speak to the girl as well. But there never seemed to be the right moment. Aizawa was already suspicious of Zero, so with him as her legal guardian, Zero thought it best for Eri to be the one to approach her.

The child shared her progress, shouldn’t Zero do the same? Laying the cloth out on her lap, there were about four rows of stiches, each a little different.

“I’m practicing different sewing techniques. Different stiches can be used for different things, so it never hurts to learn more than one.”

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Practice... Eri could definitely relate to that. Apparently, being able to relate with a person supposedly helps with social interaction (at least according to what she's been told). Eri herself was practicing with many things, too: socializing, using her Quirk, as well as writing and making smooth-looking candy apples... Yeah, she's definitely getting much better at this socializing thing...! Look, she's even being invited to sit next to the pretty lady! What a boost in self-esteem...! Of course she's going to accept the invitation, especially with an appreciative smile to boot.

"I'm practicing, too. Wanna see?" Eri pulled out a small tablet that's been given to her by the teachers from out of her favorite red purse. Upon unlocking the screen, it showed a list of random words in Hiragana that she's supposed to be able to copy and write. Apparently, her handwriting's been getting much better. There's less of that child-like squiggliness to it. "Uhm, I think you're stitching is pretty. We're both practicing really hard, huh?"

"Oh, uhm.. my name is Eri. I see you around Deku-san and All Might-san, but.. e-even though I wanna get to know all of Deku-san's friends, we never really talked to each other before... May I.. know your name, please?"

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Eri had to admit it: Zero’s presence sort of felt intimidating in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. There was this powerful aura coming from her that left the little girl too anxious to try and approach. Yet even so, she knew this woman was anything but scary, at least from what she’s observed whenever she saw her interacting with Deku, All Might and the other teachers. Eri really wanted to get to know her, maybe even ask a particular question she’s had for a while now…

So when she was finally noticed by the person in question, she meekly, timidly shuffled out from her hiding spot closer to Zero. The little girl couldn’t help but fidget a little in place, struggling just to establish proper eye contact with the woman.

“..Uhm… What are you making…?” It wasn’t much, but at least it’s still something of a conversation starter. That alone showed how much improvement Eri has been making with being more social.

Watching the child make her way over, it warmed her heart to see how much progress she’s made. This girl had so much potential in so many ways. Zero hopes she can watch as she grows. 

Humming a bit, Zero looked down at her work. “Well, I’m mostly practicing right now. Still new at this-” She raised a finger, showing off a bandage wrapped around. “-But everyone must start somewhere!”

After a moment, Zero patted the space next to her on the couch, inviting the child to climb up. If she didn’t, that would be perfectly fine. But she should know the option is there.

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Eri had to admit it: Zero's presence sort of felt intimidating in a way that she couldn't quite explain. There was this powerful aura coming from her that left the little girl too anxious to try and approach. Yet even so, she knew this woman was anything but scary, at least from what she's observed whenever she saw her interacting with Deku, All Might and the other teachers. Eri really wanted to get to know her, maybe even ask a particular question she's had for a while now...

So when she was finally noticed by the person in question, she meekly, timidly shuffled out from her hiding spot closer to Zero. The little girl couldn't help but fidget a little in place, struggling just to establish proper eye contact with the woman.

"..Uhm... What are you making...?" It wasn't much, but at least it's still something of a conversation starter. That alone showed how much improvement Eri has been making with being more social.

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While staying at UA’s staff dorms, Zero finds herself with quite a lot of free time. Currently, she sits on the couch, needle and fabric in hand as she practiced her stitching. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a little head peeking from around the corner.

With a smile, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “There’s no need to be afraid, sweetie. You can come over if you’d like.”

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Eri is patiently waiting as she hides behind the couch to see if anyone will fall for one of her little tricks. Lately, she's been having a bit of a mischievous phase, trying to catch anybody with her harmless pranks. This one just so happens to be a classic case of putting a whoopie cushion (which is clearly, obviously visible there on the seat) out for someone to sit on. So devious.

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@wildxplosion answered your ask:

There's an adorably little mischevious look on her face as she did her best rendition of a 'sinister chuckle'. Eri crawled under her bed to fetch something, only to come back out with a whoopie cushion in hand.

"Present Mic-san gave this to me, see? He said to try and prank Eraserhead-san with it, but I have a hard time trying to trick him... If you can distract him, though, I can put it right before he sits! It's the greatest plan ever...!"