#bearratic

[penandswords]

❝ i, uh … i might need some help patching up a wound … ❞

Rima didn't hesitate to stop what she was doing, and reach for the 1st aid kit she kept in one of the drawers of her desk.

Fortunately she was 1st aid trained, Specifically for moments like this. Being surrounded by hero's meant injuries happened, and she would not let any hero down when they needed a hand. Still, all the preparedness wouldn't stop her from giving Hawks a worried look.

"Sure thing, Just lead the way, and tell me how bad it is."

[explodcor]

"Oi! Where the fuck is Chicken Nugget taking my boyfriend?!"

[heterochromatica]

He's seeing you flirting up his adopted sister old mans assistant and feels half tempted to throw a shoe at that oversized cockatoo!

[itsumoegao]

📗 "With fire being your weakness, wouldn't any spice be a bad idea?"

[bigidiotenergy]

"Huh? What do you want?" Spewed by a Touya lounging on a bench. He was in the deepest parts of the city and has been for... well, longer than he can remember, that's for sure. Definitely more than a few hours, judging from how the sun's coming up now. It wasn't uncommon for him to be in a place like this so late (or early, if you're really an optimist), even though you could see that he was still young. It was an ESCAPE, being here. Being in a place where no one knew who you were or your name.

Being in a place where people look at your SCARS without any empathy whatsoever.

The teen's been crashed out here for a while. Alcohol took a few hours off his memory, sure, but it wasn't something that was exactly NEW to him. The only thing that's new is this winged guy trying to talk to him. And the cigarette left in between his fingers. Must have not gotten around to smoking it. "Look, WHATEVER IT IS, go to someone else. I'm not in the mood."

@bearratic - for hawks!

[crimsonskvader]

@bearratic

"Don't let the Ego get to you, Captain. This is NOT about You." She grabs her plush winged rabbit and squints at him. Then Hugs it close to her with a squint.

Did she custom order it? Maybe. Her money, Her irresponsible choices. No One could STOP her.

"IT was The Generals decision." She motions to the cockatoo who was casually watching from its stand.

[rratedhero]

@bearratic liked for something small.

"I know you are on the younger side, but we should go hang out. Drink a little, or even get something to eat. I love to get to know you a little better. What do you say, Keigo?"

[penandswords]

Vee raises an eyebrow as he listens to Rima's request, and flips through her pages and pages of examples.

"So you're wanting small hawks wings?" He makes eye contact with her, and watches as she gives a confident nod.

"Yep... On my upper back. Small though. I don't think I can sit through a big tattoo." Rima responds with a smile. Vee squints his eyes at her. He already knows she can't sit through a large tattoo, She barely sat through the Endear Tattoo on her shoulder.

"Fine... But you have to introduce me to him.... We're doing this one." He points to one of the mock sketches.

"Alright, When?" She tilts her head at him.

"I have time now if you want."

[xvnzhao]

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ From Ais to Alma.

            alma clung onto anything she could get her hands on  ,  from curses to spells  ,  from herbology to alchemy . . . just a shred of a clue about her affliction  ,  she'd spend all her waking hour pouring over any book or text  ,  even just a small pamphlet that spoke of her golden-lined hands  .  spoke of driving people insane just by a touch  .  she's stop by an old storyteller's stall just to hear a random tale  ,  hoping to catch a glimpse of truth mixed in fable  .

            these past few days haven't been all too different . . . alma pouring over scrolls and texts  ,  a scatter of papers and books wherever there was surface  ,  barely a space on the floor for anyone to step without the sound of crinkling beneath their foot  .  it's an obsession . . . a compulsion . . . a FEVERISH WANT . . . to absolve herself of this horrid ailment  .  once she has a lead  ,  she'd chase it until it reaches an end . . . an end she's never satisfied with  .  an end that never results in an answer  .  a fruitless ambition  ,  yet she never yields  .  

            barely registering her guest  ,  alma lets out a hushed mumble  ,  flipping through pages rapidly to stop on a specific segment to reread  .  it's not until ais touches her that she reacts  ,  almost violently  ,  startled from her concentrated state  .  ❝  o-oh . . . ais . . .  ❞  alma mumbles  ,  blinking a few times  .  her eyes feels irritated  ,  when was the last time she blinked  ??  her back ached from the way she hunched over the table . . . 

            the question seems to answer the next question she had . . . it must have been a while since any of them had seen her  ,  and from the way her body felt so fatigued now that she was startled from her fanatic state  .  grimacing  ,  ❝  i . . . don't know  ,  ❞  she admits  ,  moving to sink into the forgotten chair behind her  .

[rei-kozuki]

🪽🪶

"The winged hero himself, eh? Thats rare. For him to reach out instead of the other way around."

Rei twirls the pen in her hand, taking a moment to watch how the ink has distributed on the tip before setting it down on the blank sheets of paper in front of her. She always liked writing her questions down on paper - it made thinking easier.

And after about fifteen minutes she was staring at five questions, all for the number two hero.

>>Fans have been asking about the hair products you´ve been using. Anything you can recommend for us readers?<<

Did people like those lion manes these days? Rei wasn´t so sure, but then again his hair had a lot of volume and that was something one could be jealous of. Lucky bastard, some might say.

>>Do you genuinely like chicken or do you eat so much because of health reasons?<<

Seriously. He was always seen eating some chicken based snack or meal whenever he was outside- an observation made by his fans. They really knew everything about him, huh? Well..Just almost. Still. Was it the protein, or was it the taste...? Rei leaned back in her chair. Chicken..Why not protein powder? ...Wasn´t chicken super bland? Though it did invite tons of cannibal jokes in. At least those were fun. A bird eating a bird..Then again.. Rei wasn´t a chicken, nor was he.

>>Are your wings in the way a lot? Do you knock things over when you walk sometimes? How do you deal with them when you have to chase a villain through a narrow alleyway or other small spaces?<<

Rei had no interesting thoughts to that..It was just something she wondered about. Her wings functioned differently than his so she really wanted an answer...Also, it would be good for future reference. The journalist closed her eyes. Unfortunately she couldn´t get the thought out of her head that she´d have to fight him one day..Maybe the answer to this question would be useful in battle. Then again, why would he even answer that? Maybe villains read those magazines too. Wouldn´t wanna give away a weakness, right?

>>Since it was Halloween three days ago, I just have to ask: Do you have a favorite snack for Halloween?<<

...Did he really have the time to think about that? Then again, he had a sweet tooth. He had to have a favorite.

>>And lastly- What´s your ideal type?<<

Rei snickers at the last question. It´s so incredibly stupid, but she still remembered their last conversation about it. He tried to dodge the question, outright stating that he didn´t want her to snoop around but... Rei would still ask. Not like he could ever keep her from doing that. The questions were lighthearted...Heavier topics would have to be discussed between the two of them..In person. Plus, there was nothing heavy or dark to ask him. Or at least nothing the public could know about. And these questions were supposed to go to some magazine as a stupid little pick-me-up. For those millions of Hawks fans out there.

And with that, she just types the questions into her phone, sending them off to the hero. In record time, too. Maybe Rei was ´too fast´ as well?

[multianime]

@bearratic sent in:

“Did you walk Bond, Yor? Or should we walk together?” From Loid.

Turns out she had completely forgotten to walk Bond. She had so much to do around the house with Anya that it definitely slipped her mind. At least it didn't seem like Loid was mad at her since she hadn't done it. So that was a good thing. She glanced up at him and she had to admit that she wouldn't mind spending some one on one time with him.

"Oh my gosh, I completely forgot to walk Bond. I'm sorry." Yor said. Having her usual little freak out for a moment. "But I wouldn't mind walking him with you, if that's okay."

[itsumoegao]

@bearratic

📗 When called upon with little information, Deku's nerves heighten every sense as he expected the worse: The League finding out. He kept himself isolated and silent as a grave to prevent any chance of his plan discovered.

Approaching the massive warehouse, edges peeling and structure rusted from neglect, he wondered what did Shigaraki mean by come here prepared for a meeting? He did not like the knot settling in his stomach as he carefully pushed open one of the doors, waiting for Danger Sense to warn him of a trap. Even as none came, he still didn't breathe any easier.

"Right on time as always."

Jade gaze trailed over to the voice of his leader, lounging upon a few stacked boxes, severed hand gracing his face as usual. Deku remained in place as the door slowly closed behind him. A quick scanned of his surroundings resulted in nothing in the clearly abandoned hanger, save for Shigaraki.

"Come."

Like the loyal hound he presented himself to be, Deku obeyed though his mask hid his gritted teeth, calmly approaching his master. Danger Sense acted up with every footstep, walking through a minefield, waiting for one to go off by one wrong move. He stopped once close enough but something kept tugging at him to look above. Focus fixated on Shigaraki though.

"You spend a lot of time by yourself. That's not good for you." A sigh. "So we've decided to get you a partner."

"A what?" It sounded more like a spy to keep watch on him. Damnit! "I have not had trouble with success on my own."

"Exactly. You're perfect to show the new guy the ropes."

A growl nearly slipped if not for another pang, like a hand urging him to look up with a hold of his chin, striking his head. Once it came again, he could not ignore and faced upwards, catching a winged figure in the rafters. Blackwhip immediately unraveled, tendrils snarling around his body, ready to tear down whom ever-- Wait. Red feathers? Was that... Hawks? The number two hero?

"Deku, heel."

[tsukuharuko]

🃏! From Hawks. 🪶

send me  ‘🃏 !’  and i’ll write you a starter using a tarot card as the inspiration ! -- Open and accepting

UPRIGHT: Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel, emigration REVERSED: Seeking personal closure, short-cuts, delays

Haruko kept glancing at her customer with a curious look. It was rude, she knew, but also pretty hard not to when the famous Number Two Hero in Japan was sitting right across the counter, sipping on a coffee she had just prepared for him.

Also, she was too curious for her own good.

The hero seemed to know the area pretty well -- he had picked just the perfect time when the cafe wasn't busy with students who finished their school day, the only customers around being an old business man reading a newspaper and a couple of old people playing chess by the window.

Maybe she could dare to speak out her question, just for once...

"Uhm... I know people with quirks related to animals tend to have share many characteristics with them," she stammered, and at first one may almost think she was talking tok herself with how low she spoke. She glanced outside the window, where the few trees on the street had started turning yellow.

"... Do you feel a need to uh-- leave, during this time of the year?" She asked, this time louder, casting a hesitant glance at the pro-hero. "I mean, you know... Emigration and that sort of stuff..."

... Uh. Maybe it was a stupid question, actually.

[shiynari]

@bearratic liked for starter for ♡ ->. yami or thirteen !

She seemed to have an observant look, holding her jacket even though seemed to be in an agency with a brief calm smile, until there came a moment when Yami saw that men coming, he had red wings and funny glasses in his eyes ( At least how she thought ! ) Yami looked again, it was Hawks!

" Ahn, you're— Hawks. Well, I knew you would come here. "

[venstm]

@bearratic continued from here !

Every  student  at  UA  was  striving  to  become  a  hero,  it  seemed  like  a  distant  dream,  so  far  off  that  reaching  out  to  seize  it  at  times  felt  unfeasible.  It’s  why  he  trains  so  hard,  pushes  himself  so  relentlessly.  His  father  is  a  proud  man,  a  distinguished  hero  and  someone  who  commanded  a  great  deal  of  influence  over  Touya’s  life.  It  was  as  if  he  were  lingering  at  his  father’s  peripheries,  always  trying  and  failing  to  improve  enough  to  gain  even  a  moment  of  his  attention,  a  modicum  of  approval.  He  doesn’t  say  it  outloud,  keeps  it  kept  close  to  his  chest  and  guarded,  most  people  just  think  he’s  prone  to  injury,  that  his  quirk  is  still  a  detriment  to  himself  because  he  cannot  fully  control  it  yet.  He’s  not  the  only  one  in  this  class  of  would-be  heroes  who’s  grappling  with  their  own  power.  For  all  his  grand,  crimson  plumage  Keigo  is  uncoordinated  at  best,  a  menace  to  himself  and  others  at  worst.  It  didn’t  take  more  than  a  sweeping,  astute  glance  to  determine  that  he  was  distributing  his  weight  all  wrong,  applying  too  much  pressure  to  his  left  foot  and  thus  disrupting  his  stance.  He  knows  this  because  he’s  spent  his  whole  life  examining  his  father  and  by  extension  all  might,  he  knows  the  tells,  what  to  look  for.  As  he  approaches  the  other,  his  fierce  -  blue  gaze  narrows  as  he  pitches  left  and  then  right,  gathering  his  wayward  feathers  and  apologizing  while  sheepishly  running  a  hand  through  his  gold-spun  hair.  ❝  You’re  focusing  too  much  on  your  left  foot. ❞  he  says  tersely,  crossing  the  distance  between  them  and  narrowly  missing  a  torrent  of  raining  debris  as  a  rock  is  effectively  obliterated.  He  casts  a  withering  glance  over  his  shoulder  at  the  offending  student  who  instantly  recoils,  satisfied  his  shoulders  slacken  a  little  and  he  encroaches  on  the  other’s  space.  He  nudges  his  feet  apart  with  his  shoe,  forcing  him  to  switch  legs  instinctively  to  maintain  his  balance,  all  at  once  his  entire  body  seems  to  adjust  to  it,  there’s  a  look  of  satisfaction  that  flits  across  his  features  as  he  casts  a  cursory  glance  down  and  then  back  up.  This  time  when  Keigo  launches  his  barrage  of  feathers  they’re  more  or  less  speeding  in  a  straight-ish  line,  imbedding  in  a  rock  far  deeper  than  what  he  had  achieved  on  his  own.  He  makes  a  small,  approving  noise  before  turning  back  to  him.  It  was  difficult  not  to  meet  his  gaze,  those  wide,  excited  eyes  and  his  mouth  split  into  a  grin,  he  faltered  before  it  only  for  a  moment  before  catching  himself.  ❝  It  was  obvious  if  you  knew  where  to  look. ❞  real  cool  touya.  This  time  he  takes  the  stance,  breathing  and  focusing,  summoning  shuddering  blue  fire  that  begins  at  his  elbows  as  small,  licking  flames  before  reaching  his  hand  where  it  settles  and  becomes  a  larger,  more  refined  form.  ❝ It’s  about  focus,  you  aren’t  gonna  get  anywhere  lobbing  them  around  like  that,  plus,  your  forms  all  off,  how  can  you  even  think  about  where  they’re  going  if  you  don’t  know  where  you’re  going. ❞  his  words  are  curt,  his  expression  borders  on  critical  but  his  intentions  are  actually  good.  ❝ The  quirk  is  part  of  you. ❞  he  curls  his  fingers  into  a  fist  abruptly  and  the  fire  sizzles  out  into  a  plume  of  dark  smoke.  ❝  So  you  gotta  treat  it  like  it  is,  you  get  me  ? ❞

[mxndjxcker]

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"Hey, hey mister? You're a hero right??" A little girl, no older than 6-7, had walked up to where the hero was. Her eyes are wide and full of wonder, though she does appear to be alone. "Can you help me with something maybe?"