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 QUEUED POST ;;

this is the end of my queue! by the time this posts, i will have already moved blogs! Please check your followers list to see if i’ve followed you on my remade blog! chances are i have!! if i haven’t, please don’t pester me about it. i want my new dashboard to be comfortable to me.

at this point, you’re free to soft block me since I’ll no longer be using this blog. I won’t change my url since i’m gonna be keeping the same links to posts on this blog for some headcanon posts etc. 

anyways, yeah!! bye!!

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 QUEUED POST ;;

this is the end of my queue! by the time this posts, i will have already moved blogs! Please check your followers list to see if i’ve followed you on my remade blog! chances are i have!! if i haven’t, please don’t pester me about it. i want my new dashboard to be comfortable to me.

at this point, you’re free to soft block me since I’ll no longer be using this blog. I won’t change my url since i’m gonna be keeping the same links to posts on this blog for some headcanon posts etc. 

anyways, yeah!! bye!!

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piiqucd‌:

a sinking feeling dropped mirio’s heart into his stomach. he offered his arms gently around mikumo to keep him upright, and to invite a comforting hug if the other would accept. he hated seeing his friend overcome with such despair. he wanted to help, he wanted to have all the answers and ability to solve all the problems so the raven wouldn’t have to hurt like this anymore. he wanted to be that hero for mikumo.

but he couldn’t. he didn’t have the answers. he didn’t know what happened to jeanist, no one did. no one except the man himself and hoever sunk so low as to take him. 

sir would know.

but he wasn’t here. mirio saw his own grief in mikumo’s tears. to have one’s mentor ripped away and know they did nothing to stop and protect them. he couldn’t bring jeanist back. he couldn’t give him the answers he didn’t have. he could only pass on what sir did for him, and only echo what he had wished he heard when he was lost.

“  i can’t. i can’t foresee what happens from here. life is really, really scary like that. but i’m here to keep you safe for as long as i can, and i hope that’s enough for now.  “

tears drizzled down his face like a torrent, gaping as he collapsed into mirio’s arms, sobbing & wailing---his words, breaking his resolve to stay strong & fight off the pressure in his throat.

his throat felt raw after only a few moments of his loud wailing, pushing his face into the blond’s shoulder hard. his head shook from side to side.

 “i can’t---i can’t--- i can’t do this---” the raven gasped desperately. his hands moved from his mouth to around mirio’s shoulders, hands gripping on his shirt tightly, digging into his skin. “i can’t--- not again! please, i can’t, mirio, i can’t...”

he couldn’t handle it again, losing someone so important. he was at his wit’s end here. the pressure built up again. he straightened up, hands peeling from his hold on mirio & shooting to his mouth as he gagged.

 “m-mirio---”

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hxlfsoul‌:

HE COULDN’T BRING HIMSELF TO LAUGH.

( foolish, aren’t you? you could have said anything else & you chose that. how pathetic of you. he does his best to ignore the thoughts that push their way into his mind, begging him to claw his hair out. )

He took a moment to calm himself down before moving to sit, obediently — it wasn’t as if there was much of a fight to put up when he was told to sit in the chair. He wasn’t sure if it was a way of inviting Shoto to be closer or simply because he looked like an idiot standing there & he wasn’t about to question it, if only out of fear of the actual answer.

❝Probably both, knowing them.❞ Fuyumi had always been the type to cry over them all, but a lecture wouldn’t exactly be out of the question either depending on what had happened —  & with that stunt, he was sure even Natsuo wouldn’t waste any time telling Toya to be more careful. Perhaps if Shoto were anything like them, anywhere near as bold, he’d have muttered a scolding of his own.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t already been tactless enough, there was no point adding to the list of sentences he’d said that were silly.

❝I’ve been okay. You don’t have to do any worrying about me.❞ He didn’t want Toya to be concerned when Shoto was safe & healthy & happy, not when he had friends to take care of him on the days he wasn’t feeling up to being awake. There was nothing to worry about, he was aware of that, so why should he let Toya have any concern over his well-being?

❝I’m happy with everything, mostly.❞

ah, typical. it was... nice to know they hadn’t changed in that regard since the last he was around them. 

he nodded with a hum, though it scraped his throat. “that--- that’s good. i’m glad.”

something rotten began to grow in his gut. he blinked slowly, sluggishly & turned away. he felt---bad, horrible. thinking about all he’s done to this family, his family. how much damage did he do? 

he lowered his head. 

 “... & school? is that.. going well for you?”

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jeaniusoffice‌:

jeanist couldn’t subside the shaky breath that overcame him as he brought mikumo into his residence. glancing down and back to try and identify his reaction was futile. he had to take charge of his own emotions.

jeanist set his bag down atop his kitchen island with a cluttering noise of the bottles inside for the time being. a hand to smooth his bangs flat to level his nerves again. and with that, he began to introduce his home.

room by room, not to bore with the details, leaving bouts of silence for any questions until they approached a guest room. his mouth suddenly grew dry, hands that shook defiantly were shoved into his pockets.

“  and this is the… other bedroom. you can set your bag in here if you like, i’m sorry i haven’t had the chance to put sheets on the bed yet.  “

the apartment was big, spacious, he was almost caught speechless through it all---actually, he was. he didn’t speak a word as jeanist gave his miniature tour of his home. mikumo simply nodded & hummed along to show he was listening, taking everything in. 

he was so confused. 

why would jeanist need to set the bed? 

mikumo worried his brows & looked up to the hero. “wh... why would--- how- how long am i gonna stay here?” he muttered with wide, confused eyes.

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ecntrc‌:

        she physically digs her nails into her thighs so she doesn’t immediately get up and tries to … well … do something to help while he was coughing. together or not , there was just nothing she could do that would’ve ended up helping out. he had to come back from that coughing fit on his own , but the worry is clear on her face. if they were together , she would’ve gotten up and rubbed his back … hell , she probably would’ve been on that bed right next to him right now.

        she looks away at that thought , finger scratching at the back of her ear as he finally settled and spoke. sela always tried her best not to let her eyes wander to , too many of his injuries because he always had scars … as long as she’s known him , at least. these things shouldn’t be so damning for her but there was so much more now … and a hole on his lip … god … god , why’d he have to continue to run into the worst luck , here ? and then , as if to continue proving this point , he reaches a trembling hand out. 

        sela could cry. probably would , once she got home and her mind would think back about this visit. part of it would be pity , but most of it would stem from seeing a loved one at such a low. she doesn’t register it consciously when she reaches over for his hand , both of hers cupping his in an attempt to make it stop. she doesn’t bother apologizing for the action. “ … must be difficult to do things with a tremble like that. “ she speaks , eyes looking over at the swivel table. “ have you eaten yet ? if you can’t hold your spoon or whatever for long  i don’t mind … “ she trails for a moment , brown hues moving from table , to hand still in hers and then to his eyes ( or , well , eye ). “ … helping out. like , feeding you or whatever … if you , uh , if you want. … and you didn’t eat or anything … “

he blinked sluggishly at her, a frown tugging at one end of his lips. his eye lowered, & he nodded. “yeah...” he muttered, voice cracking a bit before he cracked a half smile & chuckled. “i haven’t even touched my soup yet, honestly.”

his mind was muddled, like his thoughts were trying to walk through mud as high as his knees, wading through thickness he couldn’t quite escape. maybe it was the pills again. he was slow & tired, but mostly hungry & weak. empty. aching.

slowly, touya leaned back on his pillow with a grunt. “i wouldn’t mind... if you- you feel... comfortable, that is...”

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freiheitxdrang‌:

there was a loud scream and brown orbs looked into the direction it came from. he wasn’t one to run away from a fight, but much more than that he wanted to protect people. it didn’t even matter who they were. in this peaceful time he simply expected someone to have problems with monsters and indeed, the boy was already almost kneeling in fear. in one swift strike he took the monster out, landing right in front of what he had deemed to be a stranger, but the hairstyle, the eyes and the voice were a little too familiar. “ you owe me one, emil. how much is your life worth? i expect immediate payment. “ despite the serious tone, his lips pulled up into an amused smile. “ you need training. “ he bumped the end of his sword against emil’s calve, an eyebrow arched. he wouldn’t even mind doing the teaching, he mused silently to himself.

the blond blinked in surprise, eyes snapping up & smile splitting his face when he recognized who it was who saved him.

 “lloyd!” he exclaimed, sitting himself straight before pushing himself up to his feet. “are you alright? th- thank you so much! it came out of nowhere & smacked my- my sword right out...”

an awkward smile & chuckle as a hand raised to tug nervously at a lock of hair. “ah, y-yeah, maybe i do... i’ve been... kind of---shaky after ratatosk separated me from himself...”

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jeaniusoffice‌:

tsunagu gently lowered himself to his knees to be leveled with the boy, supporting himself near the opposite end of the couch as to not crowd him.

“  i don’t expect your problems to disappear.  “  he replied in the calmest, softest voice he could manage.  “  i predict that having you here may be the most difficult thing i’ve done in my life by a long shot. i think that it’s going to be far too much at times, for the both of us, and that occationally i will get frustrated with your behavior. but i brought you here because i think you’re an amazing kid, mikumo. i know you are. and i wouldn’t take on such a challenge if i didn’t think i could handle it or couldn’t offer you the support that you deserve to improve. i need you to trust me when i say that i’m not going to give up on you.  “

he lifted his head slowly, eyes dripping & nose sniffling. he looked pathetic. he felt pathetic. he knew he could believe in jeanist, he should---he had never let him down before. never lied to him. he knew that. 

eyes squinted & lip quivered before a pathetic whine left him. he sniffled. “no one’s... no one’s been nice to me like you have,” the boy whispered & he rubbed his face with an arm. his voice cracked as he spoke. “they- they always tell me things, like how- how my life’s gonna- gonna be different... but they- they never mean it. talk to me like i’m a dog getting a ‘f-forever home’...” 

his lip quivered more at the confession & tears poked out & drizzled down his cheeks. he wiped some more at his face.

 “i’m... i’m grateful... but i’m scared, jeanist...”

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hxlfsoul‌:

IZUKU WAS A NICE NAME & WHILE SHOTO WOULD HAVE VOICED SUCH A THOUGHT ANY OTHER DAY, now was not the time to do so, not when he should be helping the other. Gently, he wrapped his arms around him, bringing him into his arms & standing up, holding onto Izuku tightly. ❝What do your meds do, Izuku?❞ He questioned him, carefully adjusting the other into a more comfortable position so they could get somewhere safe.

Safety was vital in situations like this, after all.

❝I’m going to take you to my school, Izuku. It’s safe there.. Tell me about yourself, things you like.❞ He was slow as he walked, careful not to disturb the other more than he already had. Truthfully, he still wasn’t sure if picking him up had been a good idea considering the way he’d already been acting & he was aware Izuku could lash out at him at any point.

This boy could hurt him, he could tell — yet how could he refuse his aid to someone who was so obviously suffering? Especially when Toya had asked for his help specifically.

izuku let out a haggard breath, closing his eyes & letting the student help him up though he tensed despite it---delirious from the pain & the draining adrenaline from his body, he moved his head to sniff at him. he smelled of different people... good people... some bad, but he was in good company... 

a shaky breath in. “mmm-my quirk...” he whispered. “it- it helps, hurts without....” at least, that’s what he thought. he didn’t know the specifics. it was to... to adjust? to stop it from hurting? 

izuku shook his head, thought starting to mix & swarm. “... n... n-no, don’t hurt... don’t hurt me...” he gasped, suddenly trying to pull away but going limp in the end. he didn’t fight again. his tendrils, black & sickly, dragged behind him.

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adhesive-king‌:

“WOOOAH! YEAH!” He jumped up with excitement and nodded his head wildly. “I love playing heroes!! Cause I’m gonna be a hero so I gotta practice a lot!”

His parents would say he had a slight obsession with heroes, he was always staring at the TV with wide eyes, watching the hero news until his eyes hurt. He would force his brother to put clips on repeat for him to watch until he could repeat the video action by action and word by word.

“I’m Umiko…I don’t really like that name though so you can just call me Sero!”

mikumo bounced excitedly on his heels at the exclamation of the other. yes! a play friend! his hands bundled up at his chest. mikumo always had a hard time making friends & getting playmates---

 “i’ll- i’ll try an’ remember tha’!” the boy nodded. “my daddy’s a-a hero! i wanna be like- like him one day too! may- maybe we can be heroes together? you wanna be he- heroes with me?”

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cloaked-hero‌:

Sepherous freed a hand from his pocket to rub almost nervously at his arm. He clicked his teeth together, eyes falling to the ground. “Nah, no friends yet. Don’t think the kids over there know how to act around me.” He gave a small shrug, eyes eventually returning to Pan. The other boy seemed to care. That was nice.

“It’s fine, though. I’m working to be a hero, not make friends.” Of course, having friends would be nice. “I’ve got Michi, though. They act tough sometimes, but when push comes to shove, I’m glad to have them by my side.”

 “ah, i feel the same way,” pan admitted sheepishly while he sheepishly scratched at his cheek. it was common knowledge to his teachers & classmates that he had narcolepsy, but unfortunately that meant that some of them would treat him like glass or just respond very awkwardly to things he did or said... 

 “but- at least you have michi! they’re very nice. take care of them, alright?”

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ambcrheart‌:

      “No-no, please — I should apologize.”

      A tilt of the head as Amber knelt down. It wasn’t the first time she scared another toy and, though he never quite meant to, she doubted it’d be the last. With concern in her eyes, the doll reached out a hand to help him up.

      “It happens more than I’d like to admit.” The doll grew sheepish as she looked him over. Truthfully, it was rare to find someone who wasn’t a bit intimidated. “Are you from another floor? I don’t believe I’ve seen a toy like you before.”

the replica blinked, eyes raising to meet the other & realizing she was.... very big. tall. wow. he was so small? how did he miss her?

 “another floor?” shiro’s head cocked to the side curiously, eye narrowing with his opposite brow raised. he didn’t understand. wait--- “toy? i don’t...” 

finally, shiro began to look around the area, noticing toys upon toys lining the walls & counters. a store... oh, he must be in another world, huh?

 “oh, uhh.. i guess i’m new here! i’m ri-- er, shiro. i’m just... exploring.”

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piiqucd‌:

“  WHAT ? YOUR EARS BUSTED OR SOMETHING ??? i understand it may be confusing. I SAID YOU’RE BABIE, DUMBASS !!! GET IT THROUGH YOUR SKULL ! i’ll give you a minute to process.  “  he slipped the tape measure back into his cuffs. 

five seconds, ten seconds, half a second---

 “s- so i’m babie? how am i babie?? explain this to me, villain guy.” she will cut, but her curiosity needs to be sated.

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galaxycrxss‌:

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|| STARTER CALL ||

                “It isn’t so often that I meet someone like you.”

Hands lift as index finger idly scratches his pale cheek. Shackles clatter together, beautiful gold chains dangling between both constellation decorated wrists. He offers a small smile, his brows upturned as bright blue eyes swim with stars and a passing nebula, the smoky cascade over the iris pulsing with life. His head tips, hair swaying with the lack of force holding it down, glittering stars lingering in the strands, each one glowing like the embers of a dimming fire. He shrugs his shoulders, dazzling cloaks beautifully cascading like the canvas of a night sky. A living painting in human form, a pulsing power chilling the air around him. Space is so cold they say.

                   “But, where are your chains? Have you no USER ?”

 “chains? user?”

the keybladian cocks their head curiously before gray eyes lowered to take in the other’s appearance. he was dazzling to them, sparkling & very extravagantly designed, as if hand-carved by a star-struck artist. they found themself star-struck as well.

 “o-oh, well, ahah---i do not have chains,” key ended up admitting, fighting off their fluster & glancing away. their tail curled around their leg tightly. “i do have keychains if that appeals to you? & i- i have several users---wielders. what of you? i don’t even know your name.”

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jeaniusoffice‌:

“  pancakes.  “  he reminded, pulling a bowl and whisk from the shelf above the countertop and putting the utensil in mikumo’s hand. he quickly assembled the few ingredients necessary from where they were stored neatly around the kitchen, along with turning on the coffee machine to make a cup when the time came.

“  the question is… blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip pancakes ?  “

the boy bounced on his knees excitedly at the mention after he wrapped his mask over his mouth. “chocolate chip! chocolate chip!” mikumo chanted, raising his hands & waving them around. it wasn’t even 8 & the boy was full of energy already.

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heartruths‌:

HE WAS STARTING TO get used to hearing other voices besides his own, that at first he had assumed it was one of the hearts within him. he soon realized that it wasn’t the case when another person appeared out of nowhere, practically stumbling back so he wasn’t as close to the edge as before. “whoa! where did you come from? and who are you?”

key jumped, startled---then realized what they actually did with curled lips. “oh, my,” they muttered before straightening & lowering their hands. “you need to be more careful, sora! you could have fallen....” key blinked, unsure what to say now. they were found out---it wasn’t like the keyblades were forbidden knowledge or forbidden forms, they just... well, key wasn’t much for appearing to many of their wielders all too often either. 

“ah... hello, sora. my name is kingdom key.”