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[thusaliar]

@asternovi: [ inspection ] Carlo inspects P for injuries after they fought a carcass together. "You have to be more careful..." ｡･ﾟﾟ･🦋 - from 🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

✧ ˚ · .

Turning back the time without Sophia wasn't a possibility for him anymore; if he got destroyed, it would be the end for him. Still, even knowing that, he was reckless in a fight. P could take a lot of damage and still get fixed, he was a puppet after all. His brother, on the other hand, was not. Perhaps he wasn't as human as he used to be, with everything that had happened to him, but Carlo's body was still much more fragile.

P huffed softly, letting Carlo check on the damage. One of the carcasses got too close, and P jumped between it and his brother. He defeated it in a matter of seconds, but it managed to hit just before that. With one eye closed due to some of the scratches landing uncomfortably close to it, P looked at his brother. The wound he was inspecting was much deeper than the scratches on his face.

"I'm fine." he said shortly, coming off a bit rougher than he intended. After all, he wasn't used to being taken care of like this. Up until Carlo woke up him, P always fought alone and took care of his damage alone. Having Carlo fuss over it was new and not unwelcome either. P simply didn't know how to react.

The damage the carcass managed to do luckily wasn't anything serious, but would still require taking care of. The equivalent of bleeding to death for a puppet would be the loss of oil that kept his body on and moving. He could shut down if he lost too much of it and that could be an issue. P reached for his belt but sighed when his hand landed on a discharged pulse cell. Well, that's unfortunate.

"I'm out of pulse cells." he admitted to his brother, looking away. Perhaps the odd feeling in his chest was shame or guilt. Requiring getting fixed and the lack of pulse cells would clearly slow them down now.

"Are you alright?" P finally asked, raising his hand to rest in on Carlo's shoulder, trying to draw his attention.

[muttakutagawa]

its going to be a long walk home

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[umbravirtus]

@starsweepers

After getting away from his father and a travel route worthy of a book by itself he made it to a brand new city where he could hopefully get a job and earn some more coin than what he had on him, but first things first, he followed his nose to a small dinner and tried for the first time this thing called beignets.

He was indulging himself when a woman wearing a lot of pink caught his eye and before he could stop himself he blurted out "Well, Hello there."

[richtozicr]

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜ — @fearinfected (accepting)

he didn't like thinking about high school being over at all. or the impending doom that was high school ending. for richie, it meant that the small select few of friends that he hung out with was going to diminish entirely. it was a horrific thought.

but when eddie brought up, it seemed terrifying to say the least. " what? " he asked, though he really genuinely did not want eddie to repeat himself. richie pushed the thought aside and scoffed at the sheer idea of completely losing his best friend to some deadbeat college that no one cared about. " nah, of course not. I'm unforgettable, eds. " he has the usual shit eating grin on his face as he pulls eddie in and presses his cheek against the other's. " — how could you forget me when I'll never forget the amount of fanny packs you have in your possession until the day I die! "

if only eddie knew how much richie genuinely could not forget him. " come on, spaghetti, you can't seriously think i would, right? "

[visionkept]

Someone looks extremely HAPPY today. Maybe it has something to do about the new train passenger that the general has so patiently been waiting for MORE THAN A YEAR. ❝ Took you long enough ♡ ❞ The master diviner better get used to their obnoxious presence once again.

[byanyan]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❝in case it escaped your notice, I care about you!❞ ( from haru )

bullying the traumatizedㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤthey are... upset, to put it simply. words that should probably come as a comfort, that surely would be taken as such by most anyone else, only serve to flare their temper further. i care about you. such a simple sentence, one they've craved to hear and be able to believe for a very very long time, and yet... it only adds frustration to an already overwhelming and confusing flurry of emotion.

a foot stomps loudly against the floor and byan rounds on haru like she's spewed some hard-hitting insult at them.

ㅤㅤ" why? why?! "ㅤtheir shout is as demanding as it is accusatory. deep down, some part of them wants to believe that she means what she says, but a much bigger, more deeply scorned part of them simply can't. it demands reason, demands proof, because it cannot fathom why she'd bother to give a damn about them. they haven't exactly given her reason to; quite the contrary, actually — they've done nothing but intentionally cause trouble for haru and xiao both, determined to be a thorn in their sides and maintain a safe distance.

ㅤㅤ" you ain't got no fuckin' reason to give a shit about me, so why? why do you care, huh?! an' don't gimme any'a that 'you're livin' in my house' or 'you're part'a the family now' shit, 'cause that's what it is, alright? it's bullshit! sure as hell never stopped anyone else! "ㅤfrom lying about caring, that is; from claiming to care only to hurt them, use them, abandon them over and over again. byan might be high as a kite and in the middle of an emotional breakdown, but they still know better than to spew any of those facts verbally. they still know better than to actively expose that vulnerability. instead, they do what they've always done best: they yell, and they break things. the cup in their hand goes straight to the floor, shattering in an instant and scattering glass and the remainder of the water they'd been drinking across the otherwise pristine tile.

ㅤㅤ" i don't need you to care! "ㅤa lie.ㅤ" i don't want you to care! "ㅤanother lie.ㅤ" just— fuck!! "ㅤwith a frazzled bark of a shout, hands rise to their head and grab fistfuls of their hair like that might help them sort out their disorganized thoughts and chaotic feelings. they should have just stayed out all night, then they wouldn't have to deal with this.ㅤ" —leave me alone! "

[heiilari]

Starter

GOLDEN EYES would slowly glare down at the other as the she slowly would pick herself up from the summoning circle. her tail was slamming back and forth as she hissed looking down at the pathetic demon circle

Kiiva hummed softly as she walked around the circle her hooved feet clicking against the ground as she looked the poor pathetic soul up and down... this was what she was offering to work with such a small and brittle thing this one was

" I can taste the magic that is crawling in your blood... tell me little Princess what is it that you wish to forge for a deal? or have you merely summoned a demonic being such as myself just for mere fun"

how her voice was callous and almost a cry of mockery as she continued to look down upon Ella.. how this one would make the perfect feast.. her soul would be one that could be devoured for eons

" So little Princess what is it you crave?"

@verreprincesse

[thusaliar]

continued. @ervaurem

P knew all too well that it didn't hurt. He experienced it himself before, and although unpleasant, it didn't hurt. One could think of it as a blessing, but was it really? To him, it felt more like a curse.

Especially now, when he was holding his friend close, watching him die in his arms. Die, or shut down? Many would call it that, but P couldn't. Romeo was a puppet, there was no denying it, but at the same time, he was so much more. He could be so much more... Romeo wasn't hurting, but P was. It was all his fault, he knew how everything would have played out, yet, he still brought his dear friend here. Why? Was he seriously hoping that Geppetto wouldn't try to take his heart this time around? Idiot.

Holding his friend's mechanical body close, he leaned in to keep him closer, as if that would keep him around longer. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, and the springs synchronized with it in a consistent rhythm. He was as human as he could be, and the recent events had left him feeling flooded with emotions.

"I shouldn't have brought you here. It's all my fault." P wasn't angry about Romeo attacking him; after all, he was merely forced to follow the orders, bound by loyalty to his friend and the past. The fight lasted long and for a long time, P tried to stop Romeo without hurting him - only to finally realize that there was no other way.

So the fight ended just like the first one, except for P holding Romeo in his arms, watching his body slowly shut down. This hurt, hurt so badly.

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, watching as Romeo's eyes looked at him, and yet somewhere past him. And just like that, just seconds later, he was gone. It wasn't the first time he saw him pass, but this time it felt like his own springs were about to stop.

A clicking noise followed through the chamber, and P knew what was about to happen; it wasn't his last fight today. But there was something he had to do. 'I'll always be by your side.' Romeo's words echoed in his head. P knew what to do.

Gently, he lays Romeo's body down, taking one last look at his friend's face. Maybe it was good he couldn't feel any of it, for once. Reaching with a hand, he gently lays it on top of the puppet's chest - this time, it wasn't the legion arm he was using. He was gentler.

P could feel it right under his fingers, the gentle warmth and pulse, soon enough followed by a bright blue right emerging from the body. Romeo's Ergo was right at his fingertips, but he wasn't about to use it. Instead, just like with Sophia, he lets it rest within his own body, close to his mechanical heart. For a moment, he felt lightheaded, but then he felt a familiar sense of warmth.

Romeo was safe with him.

[truly-quirkless]

[@frogsonalotusleaf | From here!]

Yagi nearly flinched at that mention- an awkward half-smile crossing his face. Yeah,- he'd never been one for paperwork, not when it came to Hero business. Even at his agency, there were others under him who filed most of his reports.- But he had slowly been forced to take on more and more files and sortings, until it had become an every-day task, these past few months...

Being a teacher really was something else.

His smile fell, however, at the utterance of him 'trying harder'. That was what he'd done for so many years- but now, when all he could do was follow a doctor's instructions and hope it kept him alive...his old friend wanted him to do more. He exhaled softly. I'm not that strong, anymore.-- It was something he was slowly coming to grips with.

"...I can't." It sounded like an excuse- but it didn't ring any less true. What he had- what was left- was a delicate balance. He was trying to gain back some form of strength...what little remained...but he couldn't gain back some things. I can't be All Might anymore. The strain was too much. Even just looking like the old Hero for more than a second was enough to cause bloody coughing fits...

I can't be the Hero you want me to be, Nighteye.

"A soup doesn't need to have solids, but...if you're sure." He wouldn't push the issue. As much as Yagi wanted to help...he knew that (at least, personally) he would resist the aid of others if it was offered...and he had no doubt Nighteye would resist his.-- He sighed under his breath. The blond didn't have much he could do, and it seemed both of them were dancing the old subject. Maybe...it would just heal, on its own. Over time...those years apart might fade, but he worried.

Even his attempt at bringing it up had failed. It seemed Nighteye was rather intent on his personal life. Been there, he thought. When he'd been hospitalized- and for a long time after- he'd done everything he could to avoid anything down-putting. But the two would have to circle back to the original topic eventually.

"Well...they definitely joke a lot- though I don't think you'd care for their...style..." Toshinori rested his hand on his chin, thumb pressed slightly against his cheek, his fingers splayed out slightly along the other. "...they're scrappy, and can handle themself in a fight. The first night we met, they actually attacked some would-be robbers with a cookie tin..." He chuckled slightly at the memory.

"...they always seem to know how to make their coworkers smile, and I've seen them chatting with some of the ki--- students.-- Young Midoriya actually took a bit of a shining to them." He grinned. It was nice that his successor and his soulmate could get along. "Though they're really anxious when it comes to the general public..."

He wondered if it was okay to be saying that when Fin was on the same floor- but he doubted they wouldn't give him and Nighteye some privacy.

"I actually asked them to come with,...if you want to meet them." More to keep him company, though thinking about it...he probably shouldn't have invited them while he was speaking to Mirai. But, what was done was done.

[umbravirtus]

Starter for @starsweepers.

The situation between the Southern Isles and Arendelle was delicate. His father had to acknowledge wrongdoing just enough to look sternly at his son's actions, but without acknowledging it to the world because then it would be open season on the Westergaard House.

The way to do this was to publicize that Hans was taken penance for the unique circumstances of what happened in Arendelle, he acted wrongly but so did a lot of people given how no one had been subject to a natural disaster quite like what they saw in Arendelle, essentially blaming or perhaps, leaning on the situation, apologizing to the sisters and though Hans' penance was self-imposed his father made sure to use it in his favor.

The second thing he did was to paint the Isles as a united family and Hans as a family man, the first step of that family was, of course, a wife. That's how he was here today, after a year of forced manual labor, he looked every bit as princely as he did on coronation night except for the footprints forced manual labor had left on him, calloused hands, and more wrinkled skin. At 27 years old, Hans was meeting his future wife, a Duchess.

All he knew about her was that the Duke and Duchess Stills met an untimely fate and she needed a strong marriage to continue her family's legacy and a marriage to a prince, even a 13th prince was a step up in the social ladder. This evening was important, he knew he would be there in her adoptive parent's house but mostly they would be alone according to the dossier and details of this arranged marriage.

The first meeting was on the property's gardens with its manicured hedges and perfect little decorations, there she was, almost as tall as him, gorgeous, if he had to describe her charm it would be the girl next door, but what immediately mesmerized him was her skin. She had that golden brown going for her, so different from the striking whiteness he was used in his native Isles.

"Pleasure to meet you, may I address you by your first name?" he asks smiling, charming as ever. That made the communication faster rather than having to use the titles all the time, he hoped, he had made as good an impression as she had given him already.

[disturbnot]

i like to think some pokémon are just really tiny or really huge for no observable reason. take ash's bayleef for example! well, not when she was a bayleef - but when she evolved into meganium, she became so colossally huge it would be totally fair to refer to her as dinosauric. with verdant green scales, huge resplendent flowers, and great shining eyes, she radiates love. however, she was so big that it wasn't tenable to keep her down at pallet corral, and keeping her in a pokéball long-term was out of the question for ash. instead, she was transferred to the celadon viadome (oh yeah, the botanical domes have had a huge upgrade since canon too) and there she could be cared for and studied more closely by trusted grass experts. the best running theory at the moment is that trainer affection can affect a pokémon's growth and evolution in a lot more interesting ways than initially thought! not to mention that while she lives at the viadome she's only a few blocks away from her beloved trainer's apartment. completely free of her pokéball, meganium now thrives at the viadome, helping to care for smaller grass pokémon, as well as helping staff promote awareness for the importance of showing pokémon love and care.

[byanyan]

" Your arm markings are strange. What do they mean?"

ㅤeyebrows raising slightly at the question, byan glances down at their exposed arms and the numerous colourful 'markings' which cover them.

ㅤㅤ" they mean that this mortal vessel of mine contains a latent ancient power which, once i come of age, i will finally have access to and use to overthrow humanity, as i'm destined to do. "ㅤwords spoken with an utterly straight face, wide eyes flit back up to khazaan's face where they hold his gaze for several moments.

then, a cheeky grin abruptly takes over their features and byan laughs, waving a hand in dismissal.

ㅤㅤ" nah, i'm just fuckin' with ya. what, you never seen tattoos before? they're just, like, for decoration. i mean, some of 'em have meanin's, but some of 'em are just things i like, and others i just thought looked cool. i'd offer to give you one, but i feel like i'd break the needle trynna get it through your skin. "

[amitsuma]

i really do want to do more with the twins, honestly -- i feel like by now they've garnered and grown their own personalities separate from their parents, even if their parents are still paramount. I understand the whole stigma against ship children, especially ship children between an OC/Canon ship, but like............. but like...... i mean..... please

[ruinlost]

Making a small things about farrows hsr verse I have thus far mostly personal things ahdb

He currently resides on the Xianzhou Luofu,hes not from there originally but was rescued a very very long time ago

hes still very much an automaton,similar to an ingenium but definitely made of different components…definitely is or was difficult to repair him if needed

Is on an off duty as a cloud knight,feels like he owes something back

he quietly roams about still keeps to himself a lot-so if you see him no u didn't

Farrows element is still ice,and he fallows the path of the hunt

His name is still cipher,farrow is a nickname

[ripgray-moved]

     after a long day shooting difficult scenes that bring up equally difficult feelings, all peter wants to do is throw back a couple of drinks and forget about it.

     the truth is that it took an endless amount of therapy to untangle the web of shit that his mother left him in. endless psychological torment had left him a neurotic, panic-imbued hermit, and after four years of not stepping a single foot into the outside world, it had taken a further two to begin freeing him from his longstanding terror. by the time he'd found success working on the amazing digital circus, he was twenty-five and only barely adjusted to leaving his home to go to his audition.

     though he steps off of set and makes jokes with the woman who poses as his negligent mother ( he truly is convinced that she's the sweetest lady in the world ), there's a part of him that remains wounded; an old, terrified piece of him that he's scared to acknowledge. he's supposed to be better now, so why is he thinking of her?

     ❛ i can't lie, i thought you were gonna bail on me, ❜ peter says with a snort, already on his second beer of the night as jax steps up to the bar beside him. he shouldn't really get shit-faced if he can help it; he has music to produce the following day, and a further scene to shoot. still, he's never been known for making great decisions, and hell, his brain feels like a fucking minefield tonight.  ❛ i bought the first round. ❜ he thumbs to a drink beside him, a mild look of amusement on his face.  ❛ so you're up next, cottontail. ❜ / @jaxadaisical