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   Wakes up in a cold sweat ?? ?

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-   [ I don’t normally do this kinda stuff because I try my best to keep personal issues off dash, and off tumblr in general, but this goes far beyond just me and my personal life.

     I won’t interact with Ty/c/ho or anyone affiliated with Ty/c/ho. I won’t elaborate on this. If you know, you know; but I can provide a source as to why he and everyone he associates with should be avoided.

     Thanks . ]

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ᚐᚚᚌ⊰ 🕷 ⊱ᚒ “ 8y the look of things -                     You have a very exciting 24 hours ahead of you . “

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰ 🕷 ⊱ᚒ“ — It’ll 8e one HELL of a reckoning ! “

[mirkumi]

-   [ I don’t normally do this kinda stuff because I try my best to keep personal issues off dash, and off tumblr in general, but this goes far beyond just me and my personal life.

     I won’t interact with Ty/c/ho or anyone affiliated with Ty/c/ho. I won’t elaborate on this. If you know, you know; but I can provide a source as to why he and everyone he associates with should be avoided.

     Thanks . ]

[mirkumi]

Rumi kicks your ass to the beat of Red Vox - Rather Be Lonely ASMR

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-   SPARROW​ .

             ❛❛   i …. know you said not to say    NO   ,   but i’ve been asleep for the past three days at most - so . i’d … rather not right now if that’s okay ?   ❜❜   she knew that was probably going to get her a stern look , but she didn’t want to sleep , sleeping meant memories and she didn’t want to remember . 

            plus  ,  she’s not sure how to sleep - at the hospital they were able to keep her off her wings but at home ? laying on her stomach like normal was out of the question , laying on her back was uncomfortable - she’d be in pain no matter what she did .

            ❛❛    can i  -   can i just sit on the couch ? i’ll try to sleep there maybe but … besides the doc said i    SHOULDN’T BE LEFT ALONE   , only reason they let me out is because i mentioned my roommate was another hero -   ❜❜

    A scowl washes over her features for a moment as she gives way to emotion again- before it vanishes again. It’s clear that she’s trying her best to stay calm- but when your roommate; and one of your only friends; suddenly vanishes for days without a word... and comes home injured?

   She’s surprised herself at this point. She thought for sure she’d freak out once she saw Sparrow again.

          “ - Just stay HOME . “           “ If I see you walk out, I’ll drag you back to the hospital myself . “

   Is it mean - ?    Yeah.     But she knows how Sparrow can be sometimes. As rough as she came off...

    It was just because she cares.

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honestly I’m happy with what I have.

it’s a vibe

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hi don’t be racist

if you disagree with this statement in any way, shape, or form, the unfollow button is right there, and if you try to turn this into a discussion, I’ll block you myself!

and I hope that everyone that isn’t racist has a nice evening <3

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she approaches . 

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ilu

no u

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gonna be coming back this weekend to give this blog a new coat of paint and essentially starting over

appreciate everyone who’s stuck around and is still here even though I’m spotty as shit <3

[mirkumi]

does anyone know if there’s a new way to check if someone is a mutual bc. mutual checker officially doesn’t work anymore and I’m not doing that shit manually

[mirkumi]

-   SPARROW .

                                           she doesn’t answer right away , instead her focus goes to the scene in her apartment. it was clear that mirko had been searching for her - and if she’s being honest. it brought some   RELIEF  to know that she cared enough to do so , though it quickly washes away as she focuses back on her roommate. she’s unable to tell, what the mood is - worry? ANGER? possibly a mix of both. all she knows is she doesn’t blame her for being upset. she owed her an explanation - but all she could think of was … 

                                          ❛❛   HOSPITALIZED.   ❜❜

                                          it’s not a full explanation - it doesn’t go into the details of what had happened. she opens her mouth to say more - but quickly goes silent shaking her head. the thought of talking about it brought back memories that she just wanted to FORGET , she didn’t want to remember.

                                          ❛❛    SORRY.   ❜❜

   Hospitalized.

   The word flows through her mind. Better than being found dead- better than being dead. She’s home. She’s home.

   Just focus on that.

   Mirko sharply inhales- both of her hands covering either side of her face, and slowly dragging down- before pressing together palm to palm in front of her mouth, and lowering down to her waist. The sheer amount of venom in her body language and her voice- the frustration- all melted away as she re-centered herself, and looked upon Sparrow again with a much more calm demeanor.

          “ . . . You need to rest . “           “ No ifs . No ands . No buts . “

          “ Go to bed . Now . It’s late .  I’ll talk to you in a few minutes . “

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-   HAWKS .

As he listens his wings twitch slightly, and an amused huff leaves him at her supposed reasoning. Gossip. Peeking away from his phone, he observes her for a moment, taking in her posture and mannerisms as he tries to read her. Quirking a brow, he lets out a sigh and shrugs, finally stowing his phone away in his pockets. 

“ Sidekicks, actually. I don’t keep many interns, not really in the business of running a daycare y’know ” he snickers. “ All of that kinda stuff you can usually just request through my agency though, I’m surprised you came all the way to me directly to snoop around ”

Then he suddenly tosses the drink casually behind him, letting his feathers bounce the can playfully through the air until it landed inside a nearby trashcan. Gesturing for her to follow him, he suddenly starts walking, heading for a nearby elevator. 

“ If you really want business-y stuff like that though, follow me up to my office. I got the actual good stuff up there, paper files aren’t as easy to hack y’know. Anything down here with my sidekicks is usually low grade stuff, can’t imagine you wanna come up here for missing pet reports ”

   Mirko’s nose twitches a couple times, and she reaches up to instinctively rub at it. Covering it with an index finger and thumb, pinched over the bridge- and dragging down.

   She lives in an apartment complex- a mostly public space. That’s a big part of the reason she still looks to other heroes and their agencies for things like this, even if... that’s not exactly why she showed up. She knows what she wants to say- what she wants to ask for, but it’s stuck in her throat; fighting to either get blurted out or punched down deeper into her core. As strong as she is- as she silently follows behind Hawks-

   - This isn’t something she thought she’d have so much trouble with. She used to be so social.

   Had she really been hurt that badly, all those years ago?

          “ Hey . “           “ It’s . . . it’s actually not anything business-y like that . “

          “ I just wanted to know if you . . . were busy ? At all ? “

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-    OTO .

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What’s a good cover for “Fastest man alive”, well, that’s pretty easy: Slowest job alive. If it doesn’t make sense to anyone else, it at least makes sense to someone like The Scarlet Speedster, who has his bag slung over his shoulder and winter coat keeping him as warm as the falls in Japan get. His thumb is sliding over songs on his iPod, attention at a very miniscule percentage. The Teenager getting “Break my stride” playing through the earphones before he slides the music device into his jacket. 

Only then do the surroundings register. Head snaps toward the loud crash that finally erupts over his earphones. The teenager turning toward an incoming car that’s soaring through the air, seeming to have wildly found himself and a few other civilians as what they choose to impact into. Adrenaline spikes, senses kick in, EYES COURSE WITH YELLOW LIGHTNING. 

Time grinds to a slow and halted flow. The Speedster stands amongst people that move tens of thousands of times slower than him. The people in the comic books usually call this power, “Bullet Time.” He can only hear his own panting. The music in his headphones nothing more than a slow constant humming sound as he hears the air vibrating around him. He swallows a lump in his throat, he’s gotta survey the situation before moving into action. After-all, he’s out of costume… Eyes flick toward the building he’s standing in front of. His heart drops like a rock. 

A camera, right outside the front door, and he’s standing directly in it’s line of sight.

He grits his teeth, clenches his fist. The car’s getting closer and closer to him. He has two options, and minutes to think on it. The other people around him are experiencing time at a faster rate… and their lives are flashing before his eyes. His options are presented as such: 

- The camera has you pegged. If you move now, you’re done for. Bye-Bye secret identity. Whoever decides to observe that footage will see someone with powers strikingly similar to that blur the news’ been talking about. You heal quickly, but the question of healing can only come after the question of whether or not he’ll SURVIVE taking that car head on, and even then, his concerns more rely with the citizens around him.  - Option two: Ignore the camera, accept that you’ve been caught, and accept the consequences, or try to play the fool when you’re confronted about it. Move the civilians, get out of the way, save those innocent lives. When a pro rolls up, they might get suspicious but they won’t know for sure unless they see that camera footage. When you’re caught though, you can endure the prison time… Ochaco won’t. Her career as a hero will forever be stained by her vigilante brother.

Dammit… The Speedster can’t run his way out of this one… He closes his eyes and accepts whatever’s coming his way…

   Hot on the heels of the car and its reign of terror was the moon rabbit herself, following a villain that’d stolen a vehicle- seemed the poor guy’s quirk didn’t give him any movement options, ‘specially against a speed powerhouse like Mirko- and quickly found herself hopping between cars in oncoming traffic, before the vehicle ramped off the back of another car that’d stopped for the crosswalk, and the civilians that were currently making use of it.

   Unfortunately, Mirko wasn’t gifted with bullet time. She had to make her decisions on the spot, and that usually ended up with a rather rough outcome- but she always put civilians first. 

          “ Dammit- watch where you’re GOING, DUMBASS ! “

   A leg lifts up over her head as she flips off the wall of a nearby building- and the heel of her foot plunged directly into the hood of the vehicle, striking it down directly into the pavement, just a few feet away from the civilians. The front of the car crunched and folded over like a can of sardines, and the villain driving it is ejected through the windshield like a crash test dummy. He flies forehead first into the pavement- knocked unconscious on impact. 

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-    SPARROW .

          she had been   MIA   for over two weeks , which for many heroes was normal- but for her it was anything but. of course her job lead her out of the city , kept her away from the apartment for days on end but she had always made sure to call mirko and tell her where she was , this time however there had been nothing but   RADIO SILENCE.

          she had vanished without a word , until finally she appeared again now standing outside their apartment where she had been dropped off moments before by an assistant from her agency. they had offered to help her , but even in her current state of bruises, burns, and bandages she wouldn’t accept the help.

          it takes a bit , movement slow both to try and lower the risk of hitting her wings against the nearby railing , and because she can hardly see the lock of the door. eventually though she manages to get it unlocked - stepping inside.

          she hopes no ones home , but she doesn’t feel lucky at all.

            ❛❛    MIRKO   ,   are you here ?   ❜❜

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   Mirko was quick to take on the prospect of Sparrow being missing with full professionalism; picking up old tricks she still remembered from her time running her agency and employing them for the task of finding her. There was a corkboard set up in the living room, with a map of Musutafu- Fukuoka- Hosu- any of the cities Sparrow could’ve potentially patrolled in, or where there was a conflict large enough that Sparrow might’ve been called on to swoop in for rescues or some other kind of support.

   And there was a hole in the wall, where Mirko had punched the drywall to dust out of frustration. All of her other tasks were done, her patrolling for the day was done- and then it was just another sleepless night of trying to track down her fri... her roommate. She’d gone so long without rest, that when the door opened, she didn’t even react, in spite of her hyper-sensitive ears. However, when that voice reaches them- she turns around with all the strength and drive of a fully caffeinated and rested moon rabbit.

          “ - where have you been . “

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-    CURIOUS .

There’s silence as they walk to the car, but as they approach, she glances back over to the other.

“I’m sorry I doubted your intuition. But I really want you to just give them one more shot. If things are still wrong then, I’ll drop the subject.” She takes her seat when the driver opens the door for her, crossing her leg over the prosthetic one.

“I can’t stand the idea that the people I love the most may not get along. It’s silly, since you’ll hardly ever interact, but that’s how I feel.”

   Unsurprisingly, Mirko got in the backset- opposite the side that Curious took, distancing herself as much as she can within the vehicle. Arms cross under her chest, and she leans against the frame of the door. Her gaze turns to look out the window, in spite of the car having not moved or even turned on yet. 

          “ . . . They’re your FRIENDS , Chitose . “           “ I can’t be mad at you for being upset that I don’t like them . “

   Her fingers, wrapped around her metal elbow joint, tap impatiently against the complicated machinery. Playing with the cloth folds that decorated the fake arm, and the ribbon that flowed down towards where her wrist would rest, should the remainder of the arm fall slack. She’s passing the time- fidgeting, trying to dissuade the heavily uncomfortable atmosphere that this visit had taken on since Mirko had voiced her feelings.