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“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot”

Festive Prompt List / accepting / @cursedshoulderstab

      “Y’know…it’s not the quality of the song, but the quantity. Don’t think I’ve heard anythin’ else walking around the city ‘cept this song. BUT –– YER IN LUCK!” He flashes the UA student a wide grin as one of his hands shoves down into the pocket of his pants. There is the clink of coins falling on top of one another and then he removes a pair of headphones. “I usually forget these at home, but I’ve been tryna add a little more variety! There’s just so much holiday music out there waitin’ to be listened to! Kinda weird that some of the older classics aren’t played as much, but maybe you’ll like somethin’ like this!” 

      Inasa offers up the headphones, plugging one end into his phone. He made a playlist just for the holiday, and not just any playlist. If someone could pick the most obscure cover of a song, Inasa most likely had it. Yet there was a single song in mind that he enjoyed the most. Once he found it after searching for a moment, he pressed play and glanced over at Shinsou with anticipation. 

      “THIS SONG IS THE BEST ONE FOR THE HOLIDAYS, RIGHT?”

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“what are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”

Festive Prompt List / accepting / @redrioted

      Buying over twenty different rolls of holiday wrapping paper seemed like a good idea at the time. He could handle carrying them over to UA’s dorms with no problem as the roll of sheets had been confined by plastic wrap. Unraveling them, however, somehow caused a cascade of paper to overlap each other on the ground beneath and around him. He lost track of pieces already cut to fit the surface area of several gifts, rummaging around and ripping more paper in the process. Tape stuck to his hands and face as he continued to grab new pieces of the adhesive, only to realize that he had unintentionally abandoned his plan of using the strips (pre-cut for convenience) on his fingers. Gift wrapping became a process of mending holes made in already wrapped packages, cutting off shredded portions caused by his abrupt movements, and trying to free himself from piles of wrapping paper that had started to accumulate onto him, either piled on or glued there by free strips of tape.

      Inasa thought he would be safe from the embarrassment. After all, he had only been let in to UA dorms under the impression that he could wrap gifts quickly while everyone was in their rooms; it should have been enough time to clean up (with his quirk, everything was a clean up job), place the gifts underneath their tree, and go without being seen or heard. Yet he missed the sound of footsteps toward the living room and only noticed someone else was in the room once they spoke up. He fumbled with a few of the rolls in his hands, jostled back to reality. He barely realized he had been wrapping gifts for over an hour (maybe two?). He took one look down at himself, and then back at the redhead. Poor wrapping paper, indeed.  

      “Do ya think I look ready enough to be placed underneath the tree or am I missin’ somethin’? I wasn’t plannin’ on wrappin’ myself, but I think I’ve done one fine job so far, right!?”

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“Secret Santa is bullshit”

Festive Prompt List / accepting / @katsukashinu

      It was his idea! Secret Santa was organized to be a bonding experience, a way to get closer to his peers undergoing the rigorous training of the remedial courses. The small, white slips of paper had been passed around in a bucket; hands either delicately plucked the ones at the top or rummaged around the pile with expressions so focused that if they wished long and hard enough, they would get the exact person they were thinking of. Inasa was the last to go after Shouto and Bakugou. Unfurling the folded slip, the name revealed to him was in the BOLD, yet tiny, handwriting that he had spent time perfecting the night before. 

                  KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

      Inasa held an impenetrable poker face, folding up the slip of paper and tucking it within the pocket of his pants. He had high hopes of receiving Shouto’s, yet disappointment had not registered; instead, an array of opportunities to learn about the other student remained ahead, as well as all the possible gifts he could consider getting. The point of gift-giving was less about an obligation to fulfill the role as “Santa,” but the final gift was supposed to be a decision made by the heart and intense consideration. It was only then that he had turned his attention to the explosive boy’s remark. 

      “HM? Am I hearin’ a negative nancy? Y’know…either yer not good at givin’ gifts OR maybe yer not used to gettin’ any? This’ll be a great experience for ya! WAIT –– I GOT IT! YER JUST THINKIN’ ABOUT THIS ALL WRONG!” A single fist thrusts forward in the space between them, a fierce grin on his lips. “Yer all about winning or being the best, yeah? So take that attitude and try to give whoever’s on that slip the best present…ER, for them I mean! S’no point tryna get them a gift you would like ‘cause yer not thinkin’ of the other person! C’MON! IT’LL BE FUN! I’LL EVEN HELP YA OUT!”

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Festive Prompt List

“Is that mistletoe?”

“Are you- are you pulling down mistletoe?”

“I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you”

“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?”

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you”

“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on” 

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“You’re kidding, right? I’m not going out in that snow storm!”

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween”

“I can’t believe you did all this, for me”

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble, you know”

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

“You’d make a really terrible Santa”

“It’s a time of good will, not whatever the hell you’re doing”

“Aren’t you just Santa’s Little Helper?”

“You call this decorated?”

“How on earth did you get tinsel there?”

“Wow, you really go overboard with decorations, don’t you?”

“It looks like Santa threw up here”

“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”

“Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do?” 

 “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?”

“Secret Santa is bullshit”

“Tell me what you want for Christmas”

“Why are you so impossible to shop for?”

“Can’t I just give you $20 and you can buy something for yourself?”

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents”

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts!”

“I got you a Christmas sweater!”

“How many Christmas sweaters do you own?”

“You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not”

“One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted”

“I’m sure what ever threat is out there can wait until after Christmas dinner”

“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??”

“You really can’t cook, can you?”

“Who the hell turned off the oven?!” 

“This calls for eggnog” 

“I can’t believe no one has spiked the eggnog yet”

“Just how much eggnog have you had?”

“I’m starting to regret having taught you about gluhwein”

“Oi! That’s my hot chocolate”

“Spam is not a suitable replacement for turkey”

“No offence meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey”

“I don’t care about anything else, the pudding is all that matters”

“Hey, binge eating at Christmas is totally justified!”

“You made gingerbread zombies?”

“Step away from the cookies.”

“Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!”

“Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?” 

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@heromight: just in time 4 the new chapter

I’m running purely on manga caps and spoilers since I’m a bit behind, but I’m for BONDING and LOVE and FRIENDSHIP...

redrioted: NICOLE!!!!!!!!!!!

ÒvÓ LEO!!!!!

katsukashinu: oh fuck

ILY2 TURTLE

herohalf: NICOLE

[/kicks down your door] I’VE MISSED YOU HI 

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[/SLAMS IN HERE] HEWWO! I’M BACK

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       am I  STUPID  or just   ʙ ʀ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ?                                                            ———  WELL ,  they’re basically the same

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👉 - ( This seems silly, but -- )

BOOP HIS NOSE (GOOD) / accepting / @thehandcrusher

      A normal day. A day spent in between the pages of textbooks, some casual chit-chat, and finally some downtime on the couches of the UA dormitory. The first few remedial classes had felt like the rigorous training of their academies, but pile that onto their normal workload and training, and the typically energetic boy found himself running out of fuel. Perhaps it was the irregular sleep schedule he acquired when the structure of his academic life, but he was relieved when they were finally able to relax. He had become more accepting of the other’s company; in fact, he requested it more often than not (regardless if said interactions were filled with awkward or not so awkward silences). 

      When he fell upon the soft cushions of the dormitory couches, his body seemed to thank him. In the midst of a few episodes of a random comedy show they found on the television, Inasa had fallen asleep. The unexpected pressure on his nose slowly jostled him awake, his nose first wrinkling, legs stretching out, and eyes fluttering open. As his vision cleared to adjust to the brightness of the ( now muted ) television screen, his gaze first fell on the other’s face waiting to wake up. Inasa stifled a yawn with the palm of his hand, trying to shake off the grogginess from his nap. Just how long had he been asleep? 

      “M’sorry. That’s rude of me,” he said, his voice hoarse from its lack of use. He rubbed his nose, the feel of the poke that woke up up still lingering. For some reason, he felt like he owed him an explanation. “I don’t want ya thinkin’ I was bored; I was havin’ a good time. M’just tired –- wait…what time is it? Did ya actually let me sleep?” 

      A boop  on the nose? A muted television? The signs were minimal, yet telling. Time was well spent if it meant that there could be some understanding between the two without the exchanging of words. Inasa had the tendency to overwhelm those around him, something that he was constantly scolded for due to his lack of self-awareness. He wondered if he had forced himself onto the other, either because he wanted to learn more about the enigma that was Todoroki Shouto or because he wanted to compensate for their feud during the provisional license exams. Maybe it was a combination of both, but there was one thing that undeniable at this point: he wanted to be ( at least ) friends. 

      “Yer…really somethin’ else. I don’t know what yet, but…I dunno. It’s not bad!”

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👉 !!

BOOP HIS NOSE / accepting / @redrioted

      Having friends from another school could be a bit difficult sometimes. There tended to be scheduling conflicts, a difference in workload, and with everyone training to be the best heroes they could possibly be, that meant little gaps of leisure time in the midst of training. He had failed to pop by UA on the redhead’s birthday, but he was insistent to make it up to him by making Kirishima one of the grandest cakes he could make ( with adequate baking skills ). He had busied himself in the students’ kitchen, splaying out all the ingredients and equipment across whatever surface he could. Though it was a belated birthday gift for one, he planned to feed the mouths of the rest of the students; it was only fair that everyone could partake in the late celebration!

      A soft pap on the nose was followed by a glob of red in the very center of his vision when he glanced down. The frosting that was meant for the cake had found its way to his nose, and there was only one person in the room, a solo finger stained with the red dye, to blame. There was laughter upon realization, and he quickly swiped the frosting off his nose with his thumb and placed it into his own mouth. It was sweet, but not overwhelmingly so, prompting a satisfied expression to fall across his face. 

      “MMM, IT’S GOOD I TELL YA! BUT,” he grabs at the offset spatula smothered in the red frosting and points it in the other’s direction, “WILL THERE BE ENOUGH FOR THE CAKE ONCE WE’RE DONE?” 

      Kirishima, prepare for battle.

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Don't you have to always worry about your hat being blown away?

      “HA! NO WAY! What’s the point in me wearin’ a hat if I’ve gotta worry about it all the time!? It fits my hero aesthetic perfectly, but it’s gotta be convenient or else there’d be no point in having it! See,” he says, gesturing toward the circumference of the hat. He probes it with a single finger, demonstrating that there was very little room to remove it that way. “IT’S PERFECT! This hat’s got a nice grip and it’s really comfortable, so it’s a bit difficult to have it get swept up when I’m using my quirk. I’ve got safety measures though like these goggles –– they kinda help weigh it down so my cap doesn’t just fly off my head. This’ll sound strange, but think of it like a belt for my hat, yeah?” 

      He was proud of his hero costume more than anything, but if there was any consistency between his regular attire and his costume, it would be the Shiketsu cap that he proudly sat upon his head. He had argued to keep it on, regardless if it made more sense to rid himself of a cap with a wind quirk like his. Hero costumes were supposed to fit the style of an individual’s quirk, and he was insistent to make the hat ( or any hat he chose to decorate his costume with ) work, so the other’s question had not been much of a surprise when he had been bombarded with that same question over and over again once he revealed his heroic attire. 

       “THOUGH…I can’t keep the Shiketsu logo after I graduate, right? What’d you think would look better –– some sorta tornado symbol or…HURRICANE!? THAT’D BE FITTIN’ I THINK!”

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vinehair:

“For us they are, just dressing up as something we aren’t. Even if I accepted your assistance, my Halloweens are spent inside where nobody would even see it. This holiday just does me more harm than good, things that would result in a stomachache for you could hospitalize me, or even be a death sentence. Overall, it’s pointless.”

       “I dunno about you, but when I wear my hero costume, I am even more myself than I was before. Though no one should feel shame should they not be able to partake in the dressing up and sugary snacks of Halloween! M’apologies if my own excitement placed a weight on your shoulders, but if you will allow me, I would still like to help! Maybe put together an assortment of movies to marathon and have your own festivities set up in between? Pumpkin carving is time-consuming, but very fun! As well as decoratin’ the indoors with Halloween assortments! There is food coloring to change dishes you can eat into WILD colors too, and there’s always cookie cutters available to shape them into ghosts or pumpkins. Truly, the options are LIMITLESS! Ya just gotta get creative!”

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vindiictum:

          Breath escaping her in a quiet, long-suffering sigh, she gestured towards a display conveniently placed in front of the door. A sign proclaimed ‘ New Arrival ! ’, gaudy arrow indicating a novel with a well-known name embossed on the front. The boy’s enthusiasm, as refreshing as it may be, was not contagious.

          “ we recently began carrying a serialization of stephen king’s works.             he’s an american author known for horror; i believe this is a sequel. ”

      His gaze follows her gesture, gliding along the direction of the arrow and finally landing upon the book mentioned. He moves toward it, examining the cover without putting his fingers on the merchandise – at least not without permission. It seemed like something that suited Seiji’s taste as he considered the upperclassman to be a fan of horror, but perhaps it lacked the refined sentiment that he knew the other desired. 

      “I dunno –-- maybe one of my friends’ll like this, but even if the arrows SCREAMIN’ at me, the book isn’t, y’know? New arrivals are neat ‘nd all, but what else do people usually get here?” 

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VERY COMFORTABLE & CONTENT WIND BOY

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