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[lapismuses-a]

Starter for @captiivcs.

"Hey, kid. Mic leavin' ya here for the day?" Snipe peered down at the child in front of him. It wouldn't be the first time he had been in charge of watching someone's kid while they were busy teaching. Thankfully, it was his prep hour- meaning he had plenty of time to attempt to get Mustard to feel more comfortable in their current setting.

The lack of other teachers was obvious. Not only was the room empty, but it was also quiet. "Ain't got much to do for my next class, so lemme know if there's somethin' you wanna do."

[u-allstartrio]

“It truly is wonderful to make your acquaintances.”

The soft words were quiet, mingling with the clicking of a spoon stirring honey into his delicate teacup. “I understand you came to the clinic specifically for our program with Detnerat to get customized support gear. Am I correct in this?” The file was simple to skim. Small sticky notes were already lined neatly around the monitor; emails were being exchanged shortly before their appointment to discuss the particulars of the materials to use and how they would interact with the Quirk. Shinja was no engineer, so his contributions weren’t much.

“I have cream and milk in these small pitchers here-” He indicated that, the honey, the sugar. “Please make yourself at ease. Help yourself to the gathered cookies, if you choose. I find that discussions over a drink help smooth any awkwardness out.”

@captiivcs​

[fictvs]

@captiivcs​​ said :  🚪 // tobey knocking on the door fo today... nonverbal rp starters

the sudden noise of rapping on the door made the sandwich man jump from his spot on the couch.  it was in the middle of the night ,  possibly in the early morning —— and hardly anyone came over for a visit in the first place.  chuck paused his video game and sat in silence for a second ,  staring up the staircase and jumping once more when the knocking rang through the house again.  he became wary very quickly.  it was one of two things he could assume was at the door —— the police ,  or that wretched doctor.  the police was a more likely answer ; twobrains never knocked that loudly.  even then ,  he just comes through the basement window nowadays.

he hurriedly made his way upstairs ,  convinced his mom wasn’t awake and didn’t really want to have to deal with her tired self.  though ,  that hope was kind disappointed as he opened the basement door and saw her already making her way to the front door.  they sort of exchanged worried glances as she went and unlocked the door ,  opening it cautiously ,  but then swung it all the way open for chuck to see as soon as disbelief swept her face.

“  tobey ?  ”   chuck furrowed his brows ,  his body released his tenseness and he allowed himself to step off the staircase and walk to the door.   “  what’re you doing here ?  i thought - shouldn’t you be asleep or something ?  ”

“  chucky !  that’s not how you welcome guests !  i thought i taught you better’n that !  ”   his mom quickly chimed in ,  grabbing his shoulder and moving him aside.   “  it’s cold out there.  come inside ,  sweetie !  ”   the door was widened for the small villain to enter ,  a concerned chuck wringing his wrists nearby.

[feralquirks]

sc for @captiivcs​

all this searching & acting was honestly so much of a hassle, but a responsibility he held on his own shoulders. having not only found but spent so much time with his mark, it was truly just his luck---if only there was time to get away, that is. away with her, & with a proper reason. a tactful way to go about this. 

all this time, the “antidote” of sorts hadn’t been completed, but now it was only in its beta stages. touya offered himself up as the test subject, but since the quirk injection never having manifested in him like the others had, they had to go with the horibe kid, against touya’s better judgement. he hated seeing kids being used a guinea pigs, but if it was the only way... laurel said there had been a break through recently... something positive, so if now was a good as any a time to act...

dabi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation, his breath coming out as puffs of white fog in the chill air outside---then he noticed toga outside. maybe...

he glanced around, strained his ears to hear any sign of anyone nearby. no one. good. he approached.

 “toga,” dabi started, his voice low. “have a minute?”

[lapismuses-a]

@captiivcs

Ayumu immediately recognized the stance the boy was taking. A heavy sigh let him. Obviously, the boy was still scared. Ayumu wasn't going to scare him more by stopping his flea. That's not what heroes did.

So, Ayumu shifted to allow the boy an easy exit, resigned to the fact that this kid wasn't going to work with him. "If you really, really want to go, then go ahead. I won't stop you. But, please make sure you get some medical help, alright?" That's all he wanted- for this kid to get some help. Ayumu pulled out a wallet from his pocket and placed some money- held together with a paper clip- onto the ground in front of the sickly boy. "That should be enough to get some help and a small meal. Stay safe, alright?"

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A soft huff left Ayumu. He hadn’t exactly received confirmation that the kid had been further injured, but he decided to assume as much. Obviously, the boy hadn’t been treated well. He seemed so fearful. It was… disheartening. Poor kid.

The Pro froze at the low sound that left the kid. Huh. It wasn’t a good sound. It was probably meant to scare him away, but it was difficult to judge. Ayumu squinted in thought, trying to decide on his next set of actions. He wasn’t leaving this kid here. What if those other children returned? “Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do. I have some medical supplies, but they’re not currently on me. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to take you there and get you patched up.”

Ayumu eyed the teen, trying to see some sort of reaction. Of course, the knees currently blocking his view weren’t helping. “Could get ya some food too, if you want.”

what remained of tabe’s fingers snaked their way into his hair, gripping tightly into the dirty locks. the groaning persisted until his lungs ran out of air, and a long, loud, impossibly slow inhalation filled them up again. for a moment, holding his breath, he was quiet. until the pro spoke again, and the noise returned.

if he was going to hurt him, he should have done so when soramitsu was already on the ground. his legs shifted ever so slightly into a position that in no unmistakable terms meant that he was about to get up and run. his knees moved away from what his thin arms hadn’t been covering, and his balance shifted in preparation to move forward.

[piiqucd-a]

// I MISS HAVING MAGNE ON THIS BLOG

[niilplus]

“  just learned what boobs are. what the fuck. what the fuck.  “

[veroxin-a]

“       enough   with   being   useless,         jeanist,         you’re   going   to   tell   me   where   midoriya   is.       ” 

@captiivcs​   <3′d.

[lapismuses-a]

"Somebody who won't fear for their life because of her?"

»  ° ° lapismuses​:

“Then, why do you insist on keeping her as a pet?”

“  because if i do not love her then who will ?  “

[lapismuses-a]

@captiivcs asked: " kuroiroooo i said i was sorry ! " kinoko whined with questionable amounts of sincerity. " you know it was an accident, i would never ACTUALLY tell you to fuck off. "

Shihai crossed his arms and peered off to the side, purposely not looking at Kinoko. "Sure," he replied, sarcastically. "That was an accident. I really believe that." The taller boy frowned, eyes closing momentarily. Part of him wanted to take Kinoko's word for it. The other part said distancing himself was the safest option.

"I'll just disregard what you said. It's all fine." It wasn't all fine. Never before had Kuroiro been upset with Kinoko. It felt... wrong. Hopefully the feeling would leave him sooner, rather than later.

[ofphantasma]

@captiivcs said:  FABPROTE SOUND TO RITE TO !!!

When I’m not listening to more upbeat playlists (usually Binary’s because of Lost in Paradise or lately villain Hawks’ playlist bc Riot) I like to put on some water white noise (like rain or beach waves)! I play thoseto focus if there’s lots of noise at home

More Asks for Munday- No longer accepting

[u-allstartrio]

Starter for @captiivcs!

So just... Skim the foam off, right? Yeah... Till the veggies are cooked. And then- what did Miss Kayama say? I added the apple and honey as secret ingredients- do I break the curry up...?

Satoru stood over the steaming pot, brows furrowed as he looked down, staying out of the way of the fragrant steam. He almost misses the familiar, raucous yell, startling when he hears the tail end of the call.

“-guest for dinner!”

“Oh, is it Miss Kayama seeing how the curry is? Or did you manage to drag Mr Aizawa over?” He grins as he turns around, but it fades just the slightest bit to guarded confusion. His smile doesn’t drop, per se, but it doesn’t have the same warmth as if it was Mic’s two oldest friends. “Good thing I made plenty for leftovers, huh?” He waves the wooden spoon in greeting. “‘m Satoru. Come and make yourself at home.”

“Yeah, about that...” Mic’s brows furrow. “There’s an emergency up, can you watch after him? I’ll fill you in soon, it’s-” He just nods. Hero work. His bio dad was always busy with it, too.

“No worries! You know me. I love meeting new people.”

[lapismuses-a]

Sympathy wasn't something Atsuhiro felt regular. After all, being a villain didn't exactly allow for such feelings. But, he was certainly feeling it now. Souma was so young. Sometimes he forgot that. Now that the kid was obviously distressed, Atsuhiro felt some form of parental instinct kick in.

"It is rather ironic, isn't it," he agreed, voice soft, yet gentle. He had yet to remove the hand on Souma's shoulder in the hopes that maybe it would provide some form of comfort. "Trust me, we will get back at Overhaul for his deeds. Shigiraki is very upset, if you haven't noticed. I'm certain he's already working on some sort of revenge plan as we speak."

Atsuhiro momentarily paused before lifting his mask up and placing it on the floor with his free hand. Tired, brown eyes peered freely at Souma. "We may have lost the fight, but we didn't lose the war."

»  ° ° lapismuses‌:

Atsuhiro recognized Souma’s anger. The kid wanted to avenge their fallen comrade. Atsuhiro knew the feeling; however, he.. didn’t want to risk losing the kid too. So very few people managed to worm their way into Atsuhiro’s heart, but the members of the League had. He couldn’t deal with heartbreak again. Not so soon, at least.

“Kid, listen,” he started, head tilting towards Souma. “We don’t know much of anything on the guy. Going after him now would be a suicide mission.” Atsuhiro reached over with his prosthetic, hesitating only for a moment, and rested his hand on Souma’s arm. “We must bide our time. Himiko is just as eager as you are. And, though I may not look it, I wish to enact my own revenge on the man. But, our percentage of success will increase if we wait.”

his grip on the weapon only tightened the more atsuhiro spoke. he wanted to believe they were on the same page, but t he calmness and rationality when he was the one hurt was infuriating. his shoulders tensed halfway to his ears at the cold, metallic touch.

damnit, this was exactly what he swore himself against. he always worked on his own before the league, that way there was no one to miss or to miss him if things went south. his face felt hot with rage, cringing at his own lack of self-control only worsened his anger until it shook his voice.   “  … i thought we were supposed to be the bad guys. we’re the ones who make trouble for others, and when we lose it’s a good thing.  “

[fictvs]

@captiivcs​​ said  :   " wordgirl !! " tobey's voice cracked as he spun around to hide the remote behind his back. he cleared his throat and straightened his posture towards the hero. " ahem... wordgirl. fancy seeing you here. " he greeted amidst the cacophony of his latest robotic rampage on the cityscape below.

this was going to be a long battle ,  wordgirl decided.  tobey was at it again ,  and today she began to wonder why his method of crime-committing is dinky 10 story-tall robots.  they were awfully flashy ,  in her opinion.  and the noise they make !  one wouldn’t even need super hearing to know what was happening across the city.

“  fancy ,  indeed.  ”   she hissed as she decended from the air slowly ,  hovering a sizeable distance away from the blond on the rooftop.  captain huggyface held a tight grip on her ,  ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.  she didn’t pay mind to it though ,  nor to the remaining robots scattered in her peripherals —— she had already taken down a number of them on her way over to the villain so there wasn’t much to worry about.  wordgirl still felt the adrenaline from knocking the robots down pulse through her chest and arms ,  of which were crossed over her chest.

the superheroine brushed off tobey’s correction of stance and moved on.   “  i don’t suppose these robots are yours ?  ”

[feralquirks]

meme // @captiivcs​

“[txt] am i a bad person?” // from toga (captiivcs) 4 dabi

[txt] no [txt] not necessarily [txt] i know who you are, and i know youre not doing anything to be bad

[veroxina]

“       don’t   look   back.       ”        daiten   reached   and   tugged   on   the   sleeve   of   kinokos   shirt,        urging   her   to   move   a   bit   quicker.        the   noticeable   act   makes   the   person   behind   them   slow   down   and   then   speed   up,        to   pull   the   hood   further   over   their   head   before   hiding   their   hands   in   their   pockets.        

”        i   think   we’re   being   followed.        ”

@captiivcs​   <3′d.