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update:

          this account will remain on hiatus until i have a muse to return back to. i want to express my deepest apologies to those that have been awaiting for my return and/or replies. college is continuing to kick my ass to the curb with homework and there are a lot of issues that have begun to resurface since i’ve departed this fandom. i was planning on moving to a new one for a short break but have realized that i have no more desire to write as of the moment. one of these days, i will return to pick up where i’ve left off, but it will not be anytime soon. i’m sorry.

on a lighter note, i hope you have a wonderful morning and/or evening.

sincerely, 

veggie  (  admin of ohaul  ).

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Fledgling American Crow on Hand 

photo by Robert Langham

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[ohaul]

@plagued-yakuza  ——  *  ╱  CONTINUED.

‘     YES,  I DO.     ’     a straightforward answer is given through lax jaw  –  he would not have come to his brother’s sleeping quarters if he had not a reason to see him  –  not that he wouldn’t had he not a reason,  but it was before the sun was set & time past twelve.  he was a man who knew the importance of privacy & bothering his sibling so late in the night was not a common activity of his.  yet,  he heard from a close reliable source that his brother was not resting as well as he should have & what kind of sibling would he be not to see to him  ?

there is a light hum that forms within his throat as he walked his way ‘round the neatly organized furniture of the room & towards where his brother rested.  ‘     you know me too well to think that i would believe you for one second.  i have watched over you since we were both young & i am not about to change that now.  so  —     ’  finally,  he sat on the nearest available chair & raised his left ankle to rest upon right knee.  from there,  he lowered his hands into his lap and tilted his head.  ‘     tell me what’s wrong or i’m not leaving until you do.     ’

[ohaul]

all might:  what is your defense for killing all those people  ?

overhaul:  i’m a gemini.

all might:  i understand completely,  let him go.

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apathq‌     ╱     .

Then with your blessing I shall, a short bow was followed with his words before straightening himself. Unable to shake the rather formal feeling of standing before the other, perhaps it was simply that he asked but he felt it was easier to do so.

Without breaking eye-contact with the golden eyes gazing back at him, before speaking as if hew wasn’t just about to say a rather cheesy pick-up line to his boss of all people, voice soft as he spoke.

“  I’m no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart. “

     A HAND  —  gloved  &  warm  —  reaches until fingers hovered over the other’s chest  ——  hesitation in his action until his hand returned once more to his side and stilled.  he did not have permission and he would not force him into allowing him his touch.  instead,  the capo hid a smile beneath his beaked mask as a chuckle bubbled in his throat.  he did not know that the other was so  ...  cheesy but he could admire his attempt.

     ‘     a very tempting offer,  it would be wrong of me to refuse.     ‘

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049: my cure is most effective

me: 

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ccavort‌.

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

tagged by:  stolen from @ccavort tagging:  anyone reading this,  that means you  !

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest,ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes,disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, grease-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under ‘fuck it’, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fools, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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plagued-yakuza‌     ╱     continued.

     DEATH WAS INEVITABLE,  he knew since youth that no matter who you were or what you’ve done for the world or its inhabitants,  death would come for a final dance.  maybe that was why the thought of dying had never brought fear to chisaki’s mind,  and yet  —  yet,  through the cries of his own screaming,  now tearing his throat raw and hoarse,  he wanted NOTHING more than to die as he laid upon a crimson-soaked gurney.  the feeling of the unbearable amount of pain was all he could comprehend;  from the sensation of burning to the stabbing of needles in what was left of his arms.  was this truly what death felt like  ?  he always imagined it to be quick and painless. that he would pass within his sleep or by the barrel of a gun against his temple.

                                      either would have been better than this slow and agonizing death.

     HE COULD REMEMBER the fear he felt as his vision faded into darkness and as screams turned into hiccuped sobs and then shallow panting.  it was as if he could feel it all again and hear his brother calling to him,  rushing from the black nothing to take him somewhere safe.  he still did not understand how he survived the ordeal,  losing both of his arms and laying in his own blood for so long,  but then he remembered that his younger sibling was never too far from him.  always watching.  always waiting.  always prepared for the worst.

                                                              AND WORST DID COME.

     THE ELDER BROTHER was armless and defenseless,  he was unable to care for himself and depended on others.  each day that passed,  he felt more and more like a useless child than the man he used to be;  a leader,  cunning,  and powerful  —  how could he be any of those anymore when he was now labeled as quirkless  ? 

     MOST DAYS he was in his bedroom sleeping or planning on how he’d retrieve what he’s lost,  how he’d have revenge on those that took everything  —  almost everything.  chisaki had his life,  he was breathing and he could be thankful for that;  AND he still had his brother beside him.  now that was something he could be truly thankful for,  had anything ever happened to him  —  he was happy that it was just him that lost their quirk. 

     THERE’S A VOICE THAT CALLS TO HIM behind the wooden door,  familiar and similar to his own,  his brother had arrived and from the sound of his voice,  there was good news to be heard.  no need to keep him waiting,  so,  with practiced and swift movements,  he rises from his left side to an upright position.  once he was comfortable and steady on the edge of the bed,  he looked to the door and spoke,     ‘     come in kai.     ‘

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“I got a rock.”

                           @haltquirk

     AN ADULT MAN trick or treating  ?  there was no doubt why the house owners would not hand him their sweets,  the tradition was meant for children and the last time he checked,  eraserhead was not a child.  yet,  the thought of someone giving the underground hero a rock had his lips stretching into a smile,  hidden from sight.

     ‘     did you ever take the time to look at yourself and think that you may have deserved it  ?     ‘

    halloween | autumn sentence starters    ╱     accepting.

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❝ i got a rock. ❞ ( in the voice of "what do you have?" "a knife!" KJSDHKFJHSD )

@goreratic​

     BETWEEN index finger and thumb,  he pinched the bridge of his nose.   ‘     you went trick or treating for candy,  possibly even collected enough to last for months,  and you are excited over a rock  ?     ‘    ━   through the capo was annoyed that she announced herself with an unnecessary volume,  his own voice held a subtle hint of amusement as his head canted to the right in a small measure of acute interest.   ‘     is it a pretty rock  ?     ‘

      halloween | autumn sentence starters    ╱     accepting.

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fircbreath‌.

‘    here    ‘ give a warm latte with a ton of sugar, caramel, vanilla, pumpkin spice, chocolate, n’ u bunch of flavour enjoy

‘     smells delicious,  thank you.     ‘   there was one rule that chisaki followed:  do not accept drinks or food from individuals that you do not know,  but the drink did have such a sweet aroma.   not to mention that he was craving caffeine to prevent having to rest.   ‘     you didn’t happen to poison this drink,  did you  ?     ‘

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erasershouta·.

❝ that’s an insult to perfectly good coffee. ❞

‘     coffee has no feelings,  they are not living and breathing creatures,  but they are my life source.     ‘

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‘     i’d kill for some coffee right about now.     ‘

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kai chisaki is that type of person to walk into a store with a shopping list and end up walking out of the store with a cart full of halloween decorations and no groceries.  once he sees halloween items in the store  ,  it’s all over.