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My muse slams yours against a wall hard. ( baku and toga)

‘rough touch’ meme | @despairfelt

pain blossomed from the back of her head as it snapped against the wall she had suddenly been slammed into, the metal tang of blood filling her mouth from her now bitten tongue. bakugou’s hands we still tight on her arms, and she wondered vaguely if she’d have bruises later. but she just smiled, tongue darting out to leave a red trail as she wet her lips. this was the reaction she’d wanted, and more importantly she had his attention now. all it had taken was pestering him for almost the last hour, but she was nothing if not persistent. 

“ i’m bored kat. does this mean you want to play? we can fight if you want. “  even with her hands held tight to her side like this she had two knives within reach. if she cut him up enough, he’d even have a good excuse to stop studying. 

27: grab a fistful of my muse’s hair // dabi @ shoto

f*ck with my muse send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.

Shoto had been, not intrigued, but curious about Dabi ever since they’d first met. The way the other man had said his name that night at camp had been off, full of more recognition or mocking than he would have normally expected in a first meeting, even with a villain. Of course it was possible that Dabi just knew who his father was. Shoto was easily recognizable and his father had no shortage of enemies. Still, something nagged at him and he couldn’t place it for the life of him.

This second meeting wasn’t going much better than the first, they had been forced into close combat more quickly than Shoto would have liked, and he was unable to use his ice to it’s full potential simply using it to block blue fire before another attack came. It didn’t long for the speed of the attacks to break through his ice, his attempts to stop this only resulting in an explosion similar to his flashfreeze heatwave and sending him flying to the ground. A hand was already in his hair by the time he tried to scramble to his feet.

His breath caught as the hand in his hair tightened, and he automatically straightened to ease the pull, his hand reaching up to feel a scarred wrist, staples scraping against his palm. His hand cooled on instinct, frost spilling from his fingertips, but Shoto wasn’t sure if he’d be able to protect himself against Dabi’s fire at such a close range if the villain decided to burn him. This still didn’t stop him from jabbing an elbow back, trying to get a hit in though he couldn’t see the older man, he wasn’t about to be cooperative. 

“If you’re looking for Bakugou again, I’m not going to help you, so you’re wasting your time.”

 ♥ ☾ ?

Munday Questions

♥ What is your favorite book from childhood?

The Harry Potter series hands down. but I was also really into A Series of Unfortunate Events, and the Magic Treehouse series. Then got into PJO and stuff in middle school.

☾ Which season is your favorite?

It’s a bit of a tossup between Spring and Fall for me. But I think Fall wins by just a bit. 

† and ϟ !

Munday Questions

† Do you believe in the supernatural?

Hmm this is one of those things that I’d maybe have to be in a situation to really know for sure. It might be one of those things where I’d like to believe but don’t deep down? Definitely doesn’t stop me from getting scared though haha, and I’ve had some freaky moments at a friends house she said was haunted. I was the only one upstairs and the radio turned on by itself and a door shut :o so who knows I guess!

ϟ Which Hogwarts house do you belong to?

I am a Slytherin! I remember the first time I took the test I was expecting Ravenclaw. But I’ve gotten Slytherin every time I’ve taken it, and I’m happy with my house! 

“bitch better have my money.” ( yang @ kiri ! )

five word prompts

“What if I paid you what he owes and then he’ll just owe me instead? I see him more often, so it’ll be easier for him to pay me back!” He’s sure Bakugou would have the money he owes her, he hates owing people in general, but this seems like the easiest way to keep an explosive argument from breaking out between his two best friends. 

"trace" + reverse from jirou to toga!

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars Send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places

@ultraqrk

she has to take jirou down pretty quickly with a knife to the leg, which is a pity, because she wishes the hero student could just cooperate and be a good friend. but all too often, toga has found that she has to teach people how to be her friend, it’s been that way ever since she broke free from the girl everyone wanted her to be. she doesn’t mind though, it’s a learning experience for them both and she’s been getting better at making her points more quickly. and now that she had jirou nice and compliant, toga was able to take the time to think about the last time she’d met with the other girl. she’d had to stab her then too, right in the back. but back then she hadn’t been able to take the time she had now. this time they could become proper friends.

moving behind the brunette, toga pulls back her tank top and- yes, there it was. ignoring the flinch, she traces the scar gently, her skin skittering against the raised skin almost reverently. indeed, the sight and feel of her handiwork had a feeling of something akin to giddy pride swelling within her. it’s then that she realizes that she loves jirou just as much as uraraka, another that toga has been able to mark as her own. the thought brings a familiar heat high in her cheeks, flushing prettily as sharp teeth being to creep out behind her widening smile. 

she moves back in front of jirou then, all teeth and bright eyes. “ i think that one will scar too. “ she informs her friend quietly as she reaches out to drag a few fingers across the freshly bleeding wound on the girl’s thigh. the blood sticks hot and thick to her fingers, shining in the light as she pulls her hand back.  “ like those friendship tattoos. but these won’t fade and become dull. “  looking at jirou she licks two of her fingers clean, leaving only her index finger still stark red against her pale hand. bringing the finger up to her mouth, toga bites down with one canine until the tip of her finger opens. she watches in fascination as her own blood mixes with what’s left of jirou’s, quickly becoming indistinguishable from the rest.

“ and now we can be the same, see? ”  toga tells the other girl with a shiver of excitement as her own form melts into that of the other girl’s, her sharp smile looking out of place on jirou’s face. “ isn’t that just beautiful? “

“letting go hurts… a lot.” ( weiss @ shoto ! )

five word prompts

“ it can. “  shoto isn’t one to sugar coat things, but weiss generally isn’t the type to appreciate that sort of thing anyway. it’s one of the reasons they get along so well.  “ but you wouldn’t be letting go in the first place if it wasn’t for the best. in my experience, I wasn’t ever even letting go of the reality of the situation anyway. just what i wanted or hoped it could be. though sometimes that’s the harder thing to let go. ”  he didn’t want to pretend to know how weiss was feeling, but they faced plenty of similar circumstances.  “ and i’m always here if you need me. “  that seemed important. 

“ great. perfect. nice. fuck this. ” for anyone who wants to deal with a grumpy babie! uwu

five word prompts

“ hey, dude calm down. “  eijiro knows that telling bakugou to calm down doesn’t tend to make things better- and that’s if it doesn’t make things worse- but he’s been trying to work with his friend on this.  “ just tell me what’s wrong, maybe i can help fix things. “  he also knew bakugou wasn’t the type to give up on things, so there had to be something specific getting to him. 

‘ eat my shorts. ’ ( yang @ kiri ! )

* pick-a-fight meme

“ c’mon now, don’t be a sore loser! “  kirishima chuckled at his blonde friend, as he caught his breath. with his quirk he could take sparring with yang better than a lot of others, but beating her in a match was still hard won. enough to make him feel proud whenever he did manage it. he was definitely tired, and he knew she had to be feeling it a bit at least too, but there wasn’t time to rest when they were tied.

“ besides, you won the last round. so now we’ve got to do the best two out of three. “ 

(hakkajiten for Shoto) ☹ ⇋

Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. 72. Mild burns all over the body.

Running into a villain while they were out shopping wasn’t something Shoto had expected, but he hadn’t been worried. And looking back, maybe that had been arrogant of him. It also might not have been the best idea to attack when they didn’t know the man’s quirk, but they had their provisional licenses and couldn’t just wait for him to hurt someone. So he’d started with his fire, not wanting to crush the stores around them with his ice, but before his fire even reached the man, it seemed to shift mid-air and Shoto’s eyes widened as it was redirected straight at Momo instead. 

“Momo!” His flames died down as soon as he saw her, but the damage had been done. Changing tactics, Shoto stomped his foot down, sending ice towards the villain instead, something he couldn’t simply redirect. It seemed to work for now, and while he wasn’t convinced that this would end the fight entirely, it gave him time to run to Momo. 

Now that he was up closer, the burns didn’t look terrible, they shouldn’t even scar, but Shoto’s breath was still trapped in his throat. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t serious, he had burned her, and her clothes had tattered in some spots, showing burns that covered her legs, arms and chest, even coming up her jaw. “I-I’m sorry. Are you-” He stopped halfway through his question, obviously she wasn’t okay he had burned her. Okay, he had to calm down, he couldn’t help her like this, she needed burn ointment and bandages. He had some in his canisters, but he wasn’t wearing his hero costume. Why didn’t he carry medical supplies even out of costume.  

"I need to get you do the hospital or back to campus..” He reached down to help her up, but hesitated, what if she didn’t want him touching her after he’d hurt her? He didn’t want his dad touching him after all. Glancing back to make sure the villain was still incapacitated, Shoto turned his full attention back to Momo, taking another shaky breath. “Where.. does it hurt most?” He didn’t want to touch her somewhere tender and hurt her even more.

(for Kiri) ☹ ⇋

Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. 57. A knife sticking from their side

Running into the League again wasn’t really a surprise by now, but that didn’t make them any easier to deal with. Eijiro was mostly concerned for Bakugou, knowing that it hadn’t been that long since his friend had been held captive by them. But this wasn’t something Bakugou would be interested in hearing about. Still, he tried to at least keep Bakugou away from the villains as much as he could, hurrying to intercept Toga since her knives couldn’t do much to harm him against his quirk. 

But she was quicker than expected and while one of her blades broke against his shoulder, she moved away from him before he could grab her, the cruel grin on her face his only warning as she shot forward towards Bakugou another blade in her hand. “Bakugou!” He dove forward as well before one of his friend’s explosions sent him and the blonde girl back. Toga had been closer than he was, so she skidded back farther, but as the smoke from the explosion cleared, Eijiro’s eyes widened as he saw Toga’s knife sticking out from Bakugou’s right side. 

Scrambling up, he only spared a glance to make sure that the blonde wasn’t getting back up, and now that Todoroki had moved in to fight Dabi instead, Eijiro was able to hurry forward slowly reaching out towards his friend. “Oh my god, Katsuki..” Red was quickly spreading from the knife wound and Eijiro could feel himself beginning to panic, he had to get Bakugou out of here so he could get him help. He was almost afraid to touch the blonde, not wanting to hurt him worse, but as Bakugou swayed, he stepped closer to support him. “God, we’ve got to.. You’ll be okay, You’re gonna be fine.” He had to be.

☹ ⇋ (natsuo for shouto)

Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain.  7.  Both legs broken

He had seen the fight on Natsuo’s television, had seen how close it was to where they were, the damage that was already being caused. This still didn’t prepare him when they building suddenly shook with the power of an explosion. A second one, much closer than the first had Shoto falling to the floor, and he barely had time to stand as half of the floor cracked and gave way, taking his brother down with it. 

“Natsuo!” Shoto started to run forward, hoping to catch his brother, when the floor beneath him gave out as well, and he fell off balance with a gasp, activating his ice on instinct to allow him to slide to the ground instead. He lost sight of Natsuo on the fall down, and hurries back to his feet, stumbling through rubble before finding his brother across the room. But to his horror, Shoto finds Natsuo in pain, both of his brother’s legs bent at awkward angles. His left leg is in worse shape, and though he can’t see the break Shoto is sure that one has broken through the skin with the way his brother’s pant leg is slowly staining red with blood. 

“Natsuo, I- Shit..” He needed to get his brother out of here before more of the building fell down around them, but Natsuo obviously couldn’t walk, and Shoto was afraid that trying to lift him would only hurt more. After a moment’s thought, Shoto pressed his hand down beside Natsuo, forming a sheet of ice under his brother to allow him to stay sprawled out. It would be a slow process with all of the rubble around them, but if he could use his ice to push Natsuo along, then Shoto hoped they could find more help outside. “We’re getting out of this. I’m...” An apology dies in his throat, it’s useless when he’d already failed to keep his brother safe. 

i can’t believe that you lied to me. @ traitor denki

miscellaneous angst starters. @bkugs

a chuckle leaves his lips, just this side of bitter, he’s really not sure how they all want to place the blame on him when his classmates were all so happy to believe that he was some useless idiot. hell, half of them had made fun of him for it at some point or another. but that was heroes for you.  “ i’m going to need some clarification bakugou. are you so surprised because you trusted me and thought i was your friend? or are you just shocked that i managed to trick you? because i’ve got to be honest, you weren’t that great of a friend to me either. “  bakugou was the first to deny their friendship, so denki wasn’t sure why he should have to stay loyal.  

“ yet, even after all that, i wanted to bring you with me. who do you think convinced the league that you were worth turning? so, don’t worry bakubro, it wasn’t all a lie, i like having you around. “ 

💉

iSend me 💉 to find my muse disheveled and bloody after a fight!

denki would be the first person to admit that the fight didn’t go according to plan, but there hadn’t really been much of a plan to begin with. his main plan in most any fight, was just to avoid getting hit and avoid electrocuting his friends. there hadn’t been friends to worry about this time, which really should have made things easier on him, and yet.. his opponent had gotten some good hits in before he managed to electrocute them with enough volts to keep them down. it was hard to know just how resistant an opponent would be to electricity, and going in hot was likely to get someone killed, which he didn’t want. but that often left him the one getting hurt. so this left him carefully making his way back to the meeting point on shaky legs, running into kirishima on the way.

“ hey kiri.. i’m sure this looks worse than it is. you know how head wounds are. ”  this felt like an important first clarification to make, even if he still felt dead on his feet and more than a little dizzy. he hated feeling like he couldn’t take care of himself as well as the others, and it while it may not be the case, denki wasn’t sure how his classmates wouldn’t see him as weak when he kept getting himself hurt or needing help.  “ besides, you should see the other guy. “

☹ ☹ Kirishima and Aizawa -sleepingbagg-d

“ ☹ ☹ “ to have both wounded @sleepingbagg-d

55. severed hand 70. stab wound to chest

stepping in front of aizawa is an instinct that eijiro doesn’t even have think on anymore. his quirk is a shield, and that makes it his job to protect his allies in any way he can. it’s not that he doesn’t trust in their abilities, especially when he’s seen what aizawa can do, but he’s blade and bullet proof when most of his friends aren’t. he’s not quite close enough to get between his teacher and their attacker directly, but he throws an arm out, expecting the blade to bounce uselessly off of him like always, or even break against the surface of his skin. he doesn’t even imagine the blade cutting through his wrist as though he doesn’t have his quirk on at all. 

his other hand was already in motion, punching out to catch her on the jaw. he hears a sickening crunch and sees her crumple to the ground, but then reality catches up with him, so  at odds with what he’d expected that he can’t make sense of it at first. and it doesn’t occur to eijiro until after, when he’s staring in horror at his hand, now disconnected from his body and motionless on the ground, that he’s maybe learned to rely on his quirk too much. it’s not until he hears his sensei’s sound of pain that, eijiro snaps out of it, ignoring the coldness seeming to spread through his body in favor of this new terrible realization. if his hand didn’t stop the blade, that meant that aizawa had been hit too. 

“ sensei! “ his voice was strained in pain, but that’s pushed aside too as he sees the knife sticking out of aizawa’s chest, blood already visible even against his black clothing.  “ aizawa i- “  he’s failed, and that’s the only thought that seems to ring clearly though his pain addled brain, blood dripping down his skin as he holds his arm close to his chest. aizawa could die, he had failed him.  “ we’ve got to- you’re going to be okay. i- we’ll get help. sensei, i.. i’m sorry, i tried, i-” he cuts off with a groan of pain, the agony finally seeming to cut through his shock. but he can’t worry about that now, he has to get aizawa help. “ please don’t die. please. “  

but he doesn’t know how he can lift his teacher up with only one hand, and panic starts swelling within him, joining the already dizzying pain. still, he can’t fail aizawa more than he already has. so he maneuvers his injured arm under aizawa’s head, trying his best to ignore the pain, but screaming out against the effort anyway, and hooks his other arm under his teacher’s legs before lifting him up. he just needed to get to one of the other pro’s that had been here with them. there was still time, there had to be.  “ it’ll be okay.. “

a hug for good luck (Mashirao to Todoroki)

* hug prompts

the hug takes shoto off guard, and he tenses in his classmates arms before forcing himself to relax. it’s just ojiro, who is honestly one of his classmates that he gets along with best, and he’s wanted to get better at this anyway, allowing touch from those he trusts. but the hug is already over moments after he relaxes, barely giving him time to return the hug, so shoto just tries to give a reassuring smile as the blonde pulls back, wishing him good luck. 

“ thank you, ojiro, i’ll be fine. we’ll meet back here as soon as we’re done. ”  they’ve been through plenty of fights such as this before, much more frequently than they should be exposed to at this point in their hero training, but it was nothing unexpected by now.  “ be careful. “  it’s said as more of an afterthought, but only because he’s not that used to having teammates or friends to wish luck or care to. 

☹ - Kiri and Denki

Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured.  9. shoulder impaled (by object of your choice). 

his quirk isn’t to it’s maximum when he tackles denki to the ground, but he doesn’t have time to hesitate once he sees the corner of the building above his friend’s head begin to crumble. as it is, he barely manages to maneuver himself over the blonde before the ceiling is falling down around them. it hadn’t looked like anything large enough to crush them, but he knew that getting hit with this rubble could break denki’s bones or potentially kill him if it any of it hit his head. he is still building upon the hardness of his quirk when he feels something suddenly tearing into his shoulder and sees a rush of blood splatter against denki’s jacket.

eijiro cries out in pain, surprise morphing onto his features as he looks down to see metal sticking out of the front of his shoulder. something seems to be putting pressure on the rod of metal as it continues to move forward through his flesh. at this rate it’s going to stab into denki as well, so eijiro does the only thing he can. he screams out in effort and agony as he hardens his skin further as quickly as he can, feeling the metal strain before it snaps off inside of him at both ends, the bit of metal that threatened denki now falling safely against his chest. 

the break causes the rest of the steel rod to veer just enough to land beside with a crash, and the piece of ceiling that had been pressing it down falls harshly against his back. the force seems to rush straight to his shoulder, his right arm almost buckling against the pain. but he forces himself up with a low groan, clawed fingers breaking into the floor beneath them. dust settles around them though it takes kirishima a long moment before he trusts that things have stopped falling. he can already hear sato and some of the others trying to reach them and move the slab of concrete off of them, and he doesn’t trust himself to move without collapsing on top of denki and potentially hurting his friend himself, so he focuses of keeping his arms arms rigid against the weight and the growing fire in his shoulder.

“ a-are.. you okay? “  he manages to force out after a moment, voice strained and reedy with pain as his arms begin to shake at either side of the blonde’s head.

☹ ⇋ - lol get fcked Kiri and Denki

Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. 26. dislocated hip

knowing where to be in a battle was something that was likely to only come with experience, but it was something that eijiro wished he had down already. maybe if he had chosen to stay closer to the others rather than attempting to bulldoze his way to the villain, he’d have been in a better position to try to help them as the villain’s quirk suddenly exploded around them sending them flying. having been the closes to the source of the explosion, eijiro was sent flying back into the building well behind them. he was fine of course, pulling himself out of dents in buildings made by his own body was beginning to become commonplace. 

still, he hurries to his feet with more urgency than usual, the knowledge that his friends had been caught in the explosion too making him rush to check on them. bakugou was already on his way back to the villain, but then he sees denki a couple yards away, still on the ground. with a frown, he hurries forward, and as he gets closer he can see the blonde writhing in pain and holding his hip. dropping quickly to his knees, eijiro glances around quickly to make sure that they are more or less safe for the moment before leaning over his friend. 

“ denki, are you okay? what’s wrong? “  with the cover of his pants, he can’t really see anything wrong, but the lack of blood seeping through has to be a good sign at least. still, denki is clearly injured and eijiro needs to get him out of there before he can properly help him. the decision to lift him without knowing what the injury is exactly is a risky one, but he moves around so he can keep the hip that denki seems to be attempting to curl in around from touching him and tries to keep his legs from jostling too much as well. denki still cries out in pain however, which has eijiro wincing sympathetically as he works to get them out of the line of fire. 

“ i’m sorry, i’m getting you to help, okay.. you’ll be fine.. “ what if something was broken? why hadn’t he stayed closer? 

☹ for kiri u__u

Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured.  46. internal bleeding

eijiro wasn’t one to hide injuries, he’s seen others do it and he knows that it always ends up making things worse. the thing is, he hadn’t thought that he was hurt. a cannonball quirk had seemed a little like overkill, but if any of the 1A students were equipped to handle it, it was him. he can stop bullets, break steel blades, and take a 10 story dive without a scratch, a cannonball to the stomach wasn’t going to stop him. and it hadn’t, he had jumped right back up, dodged another two cannonballs shot his way and punched the guy hard enough to throw him off his feet. it was a success all around as far as eijiro was concerned. 

the soreness that he’d felt for the rest of the day wasn’t unheard of either, especially after a direct his like that. his quirk itself often left him with painfully sore muscles if he’d had it on for extended periods of time, but it would go away before too long. a bit of dizziness had acted up once or twice, but he’d honestly figured that he’d gotten up too quick or just needed a snack. he had even still come to get ready for the training session that he had promised bakugou earlier that week. it wasn’t until a particularly harsh dizzy spell had him staggering to stand back against the wall of the changing room that he and bakugou had just walked out of, that he realized something was really wrong. the pain in his stomach seemed more localized now too. 

“bakugou.. i don’t... i feel..” as his vision steadied up again he looked to the blonde, only to see bakugou looking in horror at his bare torso instead. he frowned momentarily in confusion before looking down at himself to follow his friend’s gaze and... oh, that didn’t look good. if it weren’t for the slow but steady spread of it, eijiro would assume that the dark discoloration on his stomach is a bruise, not that that would make much more sense to him than the fact that he was apparently bleeding internally. but as he whipped his gaze back up to bakugou, the dizziness threatened to overtake him as the pain that had been aching in his stomach all day pitched infinitely sharper, and he was in his friend’s arms before he realized he was even falling. but bakugou always had been impressively quick. he barely had time to slur out a quick  “ thanks kat.. “ before everything went black around him and he went limp in bakugou’s arms.

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