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Just wanted to let y’all know that I probably won’t be reblogging any memes or posting any starter calls over here for a LITTLE WHILE - at least, not until I whittle my drafts down to a less TERRIFYING number. I appreciate you all and your patience dearly <3

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THESE TWO ARE THE PUREST BEANS//SEND ME SOME HEARTS!

@planetaryphenomenon

LOVES THEM PLATONICALLY / FINDS THEM AESTHETICALLY ATTRACTIVE / LOOKS UP TO THEM AS A ROLE-MODEL 

“W - Wow, REALLY? I mean, yeah, I know we’re BEST FRIENDS, but a ROLE-MODEL? That’s - that’s REALLY nice, Rena. Thank you. I won’t tease you too much about the whole AESTHETICALLY ATTRACTIVE thing!”

[forcefieldrockstar]

“I’ve got snacks!” from fish !

PURPLE FRIENDS ARE BEST FRIENDS//DOMESTIC STARTERS!

@sinriddled

“Which OFFICIALLY makes you my most favorite person in the ENTIRE world.”

Naka GRINS and scoots over, making room for Fish on the couch. He’s already dressed down in a t-shirt and sweats, hair pulled back, with a blanket puddled in his lap. He snatches up the TV remote, arching a brow. 

“I have a variety of movie-watching OPTIONS. As the great bringer of snacks, I think you should get first pick,” he says, already beginning to scroll through the list for Fish’s perusal. 

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❝Holy shit, you’re burning up.❞ from fishy or doug !

TAKE CARE OF THIS BOY//SICKNESS STARTERS!

@sinriddled

“I’m REALLY not that bad,” Naka insists, pushing Doug’s hand away from his head. Of course, he can’t IGNORE the fact that Doug’s hand came away slick with SWEAT that wasn’t his own. But all the same, Naka is trying to get up out of bed, waving Doug back so he has room to stand. 

“I’ll be FINE. I’m sure I just need to - work it out of my system.” That was how FEVERS worked, right?

[forcefieldrockstar]

“It’s new. What do you think?”

THIS BOY IS HEAD OVER HEELS//DOMESTIC STARTERS!

@shinesunshine

Naka had been reclining on the common room couch, just watching TV, when Hikaru entered. He turns his head to look over at her, and his jaw DROPS. Holy hell. Everyday he thought she was GORGEOUS, of course, but then she’d do something new with her hair or - like TODAY - buy a new outfit and throw him for a loop all over again.

He pushes himself to sit up, certainly BLUSHING, and rapidly nods his head. 

“I, uh, I think it looks great. Amazing, really. WOW.”

[forcefieldrockstar]

Remove the first and last letter of your name. Let's see how cool is your new name.

Ranci.

[forcefieldrockstar]

noah fence but rpc should really get back to actually supporting each other ooc. people used to always like/reblog mutuals’ edits, respond to headcanon posts and ooc posts. engagement has gotten worse and worse and then people complain about feeling distant when they aren’t putting in effort to reach out to others. it takes a second to like someone’s headcanon (or respond to it with a comment if you’re worried about clogging likes). it feels so shitty to be trying to make lore posts and share ideas and get crickets back. it isn’t even like talking to an empty room. it’s like talking to a room filled with your friends but none of them even acknowledge that you’re talking to them. we all could put in a little more effort to make each other feel seen and supported ooc. there’s a certain stagnant feeling in the rpc and it really stems from how bad we’ve gotten at communicating and interacting out of character. 

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DAMN, she was hard to read. Sometimes she was so cheery and kind, but then other times her expression was INDECIPHERABLE. He tightens his ponytail to keep his hair away from his face, slowly nodding. “All right. You have a point there. Tell me THIS then - how would you approach this fight if you were ALONE? All-out offense? Or would you be trying to approach our opponents with some stealth?”

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Naka simply STARED at her for a moment. Damn, he’d known she was STUBBORN, but this was a whole other level. 

“Kayla, I get that you have a style you’re COMFORTABLE with, but -” How did he explain this? He was doing his best not to get FRUSTRATED. “Once we’re PROS? You won’t be able to do things just YOUR WAY. There are other heroes out there, and sometimes, you’re going to have to work with others and listen to plans that suit both you AND the other person.”

“Oh, I’m more than open to any ideas you have.” She simply didn’t want to be the one coming up with things. Although she was sure any idea would probably restrict her enjoyment of this fight. That was already a compromise she had to make. “Although if you rely on plans too much, you may be given a situation where you aren’t given time to make one. Your instincts are more life saving, I’d say.”

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        I’D RATHER BURN UP. .                                                                        … THAN FADE AWAY

( psd  ©   / promo  © )

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“They just don’t necessarily strike me as the most ACTIVE or ENGAGED pets, that’s all,” he answers with a SHRUG, shoving his hands in his pockets. After a moment of debate, he simply rocked back on his heels and sat down next to the water’s edge. “Well, maybe I’ll have to consider a fish then,” he muses. “It might be a good LOW-MAINTENANCE companion.”

He LAUGHS, a blush rising in his cheeks as he shakes his head. “I don’t know about a ROCKSTAR, but thank you. I’d like to think I’m pretty good now, but that’s just years of practice. Uh, I actually have a gig at a bar this weekend, if you’re interested.” He peels the clementine in his hand and tosses a small piece to the fish. Man, they really LOVED it.

She’s making him laugh, and he briefly covers his face with one hand as he shakes his head. “I uh, don’t think I’ve EVER had a fan cheer me on like that, but maybe there will be a first time for everything.”

He honestly didn’t know HOW he would respond if someone was that enthusiastic about seeing him play. He did have a fan-base, especially being both a hero and a performer, but he had a feeling Miho could give anyone a run for their money when it came to being CHEERFUL. 

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“Can you maybe explain to me what the appeal of having a PET FISH is? I get that they’re pretty and all, but - they can’t be that ENTERTAINING, can they?” Of course, he wasn’t JUDGING - he just earnestly wanted to know. 

He laughed faintly at her compliment, a blush rising in his cheeks. DAMN, he wished he didn’t blush so easily. He scratched the back of his neck and SHRUGGED. “I just do my best. That’s all anyone can do, right?” As far as PRO-HEROES went, he maintained a lower profile than most - his Quirk was more suited to RESCUE than action, which was just fine with him. 

There that word was again - WICKED. He was really starting to like it. His smile spread into a GRIN as she got more and more excited.

“ROCK, mostly, but I’ll listen to just about anything. I play the guitar, and a little bit of bass. I uh, actually perform GIGS around the city when I have the time - not that I have much time anymore,” he explained, taking the piece of fruit from her hand. He crouches down to be closer to the water, examining the fish before he tossed them a treat. 

“The appeal?” What wasn’t there to like? Her five tetras she treated like her family. They of vital importance to her, they made her happy. Though, it only natural for people not to know. How could they know? They weren’t her. “My tetras are really very sweet. They each have their own personality! They’re easy to tell apart.” 

Like when she put on her music and danced around. Her tetras seemed, to her, to swim much more fluidly. Miho watched with a smile as the fish wiggled their way towards the chopped clementine. Gave her a sense of joy knowing they seemed to favor the treat she prepared. Pleasant hum and she gently dropped a slice into the water, even more seemed to swarm now. 

“That’s really awesome, you know, that you can play instruments. You’re like a rockstar! I love listening to some good ol’ classic rock and roll. It’s so much fun to dance too. Think I could hear you play sometime?” 

“I bet you’re good at it and get tons of applause like, ‘woohoo yay! Go Naka go!!’” Pumped her arms up in the air in mini cheers. Her enthusiastic voice kept to a humorous whisper. It’d be a shame and rather rude to scare away the peaceful fish.  

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“Whoa, whoa, HEY,” he cautions her as she tries to move, brow FURROWING as he shakes his head. “Just HOLD STILL, all right? Other heroes and actual medics will be here soon, so just don’t strain yourself,” he cautions her, moving his shield to make sure it stays in the same spot despite her fidgeting. The groan and the EXPRESSION on her face was enough to tell him just how badly the wound REALLY hurt, even if she wouldn’t admit it. He could only hope that there wasn’t going to be any PERMANENT damage to her leg.

“Another nomu, huh?” He echoes, shaking his head and FROWNING. “I hate those damn things. They certainly aren’t PEOPLE anymore,” he mutters, more to himself than to Alina.

He gives her a look, flicking his hair away from his eyes and trying not to SMILE. “You know, I thought about making a JOKE about challenging you to a race, but knowing you? You’d probably take it SERIOUSLY.”

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CONTINUED FROM HERE FOR @dirtypride​​

Naka was working METICULOUSLY on making sure the wound was STABLE before anything else. Actual medics should be arriving SOON - he just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t BLEED OUT or anything before then. After a moment of deliberation, he holds out his hand and projects a small SHIELD, shaping it around her leg and pressing DOWN over the wound. It was the most EFFICIENT way to apply pressure and stop the bleeding, and since the shield was SMALL, he’d be able to hold it for a long time.

He could tell she was in PAIN, though she was trying to act tough. He admired her resolve, though he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Yeah, you really look like you’re ready to RUN A MILE or something. How did this even happen anyway?”

          ALINA ROLLED HER EYES at his words, knowing that he probably was right with all sarcasm. She wouldn’t be able to move an inch with those injuries, all thanks to that nomu appearing out of nowwhere. Yet, not everything was entirely bad. The fight had proven her strength and she couldn’t wait to read all the articles describing the event and her heroic actions- of course, after the bleeding stopped and she was safely home, because no way on earth will she get admitted to a hospital. Just no.

          Trying to sit up properly, a groan escaped her lips and eyebrows knitted together as she moved her leg. Quickly shutting up, silver eyes landed on Naka as he questioned her.

            “ it was a nomu attack and honestly, i am totally ready to run a mile if needed. ”

          The last part was obviously not true.

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He waits patiently for her, though he DOES get up and check his own reflection in the nearest mirror. He loves music, but he doesn’t really consider himself a PERFORMER - he supposes that’s something he’ll need to work on if he REALLY wants to pursue his passion. After a moment of debate, he ties his hair up in a ponytail. 

He turns around to look at her, unable to help the immediate LAUGH that escapes him. “Wow! You - I mean, you still look GOOD, but man, you don’t look like you!” He exclaims, moving over to join her at the door. He tightens the laces on his boots before nodding, taking a deep, predatory breath. “Yeah, I think I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll feel better having you there,” he says with a warm smile, opening the door for her. 

A Meldodramatic Event

Continued from ask @forcefieldrockstar​

She laughed slightly at the realization. He was right, she couldn’t just walk in there as she was. Her voice alone would give it away eventually unless she disguises herself well. She can always change her vocal range a bit to divert people from recognizing her. 

“You’re right, I’ll be right back!” She grins.

After she disappears, she returns a few moments later in a black wig, round-shaped glasses, and other accessories to make her look like a regular person. She had a usual baseball cap and dressed in usual tomboyish attire. T-shirts, jackets, and jeans. Rocking out her favorite pair of converse. She was ready to go for the most part.

“All right, you’re ready to turn some heads at this karaoke thing?”

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