#ofcrossroads

[bakenochi]

She's confused as to why she was referred to as a 'reformed baddie', and what exactly a 'baddie' is.

[galaxythixf]

"An Opportunity!!"

[ofcorruptminds]

✏️ (Draken/Mitsuya)

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring @ofcrossroads

Draken: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Mitsuya: What the hell!? Draken: Oh, sorry, my bad. Draken, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Mitsuya, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

Mitsuya: Ah shit, I forgot. Draken: Forgot what? Mitsuya: How do you expect me to answer that?

Mitsuya: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight. Draken: Actually, Mitsuya, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Draken: What are you eating? Mitsuya: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Draken: I like you, don't I?

[deathfavor]

@ofcrossroads said: “Ah… yo! Kazutora!” Chifuyu calls, smiling despite the weird awkward tension he carries. “I know this is gonna sound really sudden, but uh… you’re not still in love with Hanma, are you?”

" Chifuyu! " Kazutora gives a wave as he grabs his drink and walks over, taking a sip. It's hot but he likes these days despite the fact ; when he can stop hiding his tattoo ( as much as could be hidden ) under high-collared shirts and that familiar bell in his ear. It's nice. Maybe he'll go to the beach this evening. That'd be nice. Maybe Chifuyu would want to come. He takes another sip and lifts an eyebrow in a clear go on gesture when the other man says he has a sudden question. That is on brand for him. Not that Kazutora minds; he doesn't. It's even funny sometimes. The awkward tension with Chifuyu seems like it might be heading in that direction. How wrong he was.

The question has him choking on the drink as he swallows wrong, doubling over while he half coughs his lungs out and half gasps for air. Not particularly effective. Not that his body cares. Tears burn his eyes as he struggles to breathe, clearing his throat as he recovers before he slowly straightens and blinks at Chifuyu.

" Fuck, you really weren't kidding about sudden, huh? " He rasps, wiping his eyes and taking another sip to help soothe the irritation in his throat. Hanma. The man wasn't even here and YET he was. He seemed to be a rather sore spot for Chifuyu lately too ever since that one day. Kazutora grabs the straw in his drink and idly stabs it into the ice while he works his lip between his teeth. Still in love. " I don't- think I have ever said I loved him at any point. " Kazutora frowns, brows drawn together in thought.

Had he been in love? He'd wanted Hanma's approval, yearned and clawed to be praised and cherished and valued. He relished in being at his side, had let the older teen close to him at a speed only Baji could best. He'd liked seeing the other sides that the reaper had which other people didn't get to see. Had valued it when the reaper was there when no one else was and did things for him and spend time with him. Liked that Hanma didn't give a shit, didn't judge him - with Hanma, Kazutora could freely be everything he was scared of anyone else seeing. He could be as messy and volatile as he wanted and Hanma would never flinch, he'd just let him do his thing or praise him. And he could be nice, could soothe his pain when he wanted to sob or-

That's the problem with Hanma. He makes Kazutora want to let everything out and not give a damn about the future even if just for one night. He makes him want to shred all his hard work and throw away all his own rules. He's adrenaline and danger, a dose of excitement right into the veins. He makes Kazutora miss things he shouldn't want and guilt always comes back because this should be ENOUGH. This life that is nicer than anything he deserves with a good job and a friend. And yet...

" I mean. If it's not love, can't be still right? " Kazutora stabs the ice in his drink again with a slightly tense laugh. He's terrible, isn't he? Gold eyes lift to look at Chifuyu, and takes a sip to buy himself a few more seconds. Because now there's thoughts in his head and he doesn't know what to do about them. If Hanma called right now - " Why? " He asks, and his stomach feels like its full of ice. He cants his head, trying desperately for something casual. " If this is your REALLY awkward way to find out if I'm dating anyone or something and you were just guessing Hanma, I'm not dating anyone. I just do the occasional hook-ups, you know? " He rambles because he doesn't know what else to do and immediately regrets the words because somehow that just makes this sound worse. Specifically when Hanma seemed to be the subject of the conversation. Fuck. Maybe he's just overthinking that. " Um. " He blanks, staring at Chifuyu. " I definitely wasn't expecting that sort of question. Did...he do something to bring this up? " All Kazutora knows is Chifuyu bringing up Hanma is bad so this is probably bad. " Or was that just...a badly phrased question? "

[starjynx]

@ofcrossroads do I see idol!Chifuyu talk? Hm? 👀 I've been mulling over an idol verse for Akkun with the Mizo Middle squad, pfft.

[hexvitya]

@ofcrossroads jayce sent in from this meme: "I had a nightmare that you left me."

He carefully bumps his shoulder into the other offering a small smile. "Then it's good that it was just a nightmare."

He then turns his attention to the chalkboard Jayce was currently writing on. "Are you going to sign the bottom of this as well?" There is a light joke between them one Viktor often uses just to get Jayce to at least smile. "Joking aside, thank you for taking care of me when I fail to do. I know I don't make it easy for you."

[kyukicho]

@ofcrossroads asked:

Tsurugi’s head rests against the table as he absently toys with his parfait. Eyes absently observe his spoon until it grows dull. Turning his attention to Mikuni, he cranes his head to the side. “Did you really hate it? Living with each other back then, I mean.”

Zoning out himself, Mikuni inhaled softly to think about the question. Curious if this was something out of the blue, or if Tsurugi had thought about it for a while now before asking. Did he ever actually say he hated it? Or was that just something based off how he acted? Honestly, he couldn't remember if he tried.

"I hated your sleep schedule." That much he clearly recalled. The amount of nights he was woken up or generally annoyed with Tsurugi being up at all hours with Mikuni's own servamp, Jeje, were too high to count. "And the accommodations were terrible." To go from the ornate halls of the Alicein manor to industrial walls and florescent lighting in C3 left a lot to be desired.

"What does it matter?" It was better than the loneliness that followed, that was for sure. "You going to hold it against me?"

[knightinsourarmor]

Here she goes again. Is this girl for real?

[vonbirden]

▒ ANSWERED ! @ofcrossroads ➳ She looks rather… troubled in the way her eyes fall. Thoughtful and contemplative, yet Momo’s typically cheerful spirit sinks. There’s something nagging at her. “Uraraka-san…” She calls quietly. Both hands fidget with one another as Momo approaches. There’s something anxious in her gaze as she scans the room. “Have you ever…” Momo starts, hesitation giving her pause. “Confessed — to someone?” (I’m here to indulge)

HAS SHE EVER CONFESSED TO SOMEONE?! ... whatever Uraraka was expecting when she noticed just how perturbed Momo presented herself when approaching her, well, it certainly wasn't that! It takes a moment for the words to really sink in. Confessed. Like, her feelings? To another person? Feelings. Confessed?!

“ You want to know if I- you mean, romantically?! To another person?! ” The thoughts come out in sputtered words, her face instantly burning a very bright red. In that moment the act Itself seemed otherworldly; even as common as it was. The idea of herself confessing makes her head shake in defiance, hands quick to wave in front of her beating cheeks. “ Why would you think that? I mean, I haven't done anything like that before-! Not that I don't like anyone-! It's just- ”

Now wasn't the time to freak out! It had just taken her by such surprise she couldn't help herself. Was she starting to float? Ah! Eyes which had been shut tight immediately open, blinking a few times as she slowly descends back into her seat. While her face recovered from the onslaught, she finds herself staring at Momo with prying eyes, mouth forming an 'o' as realisation begins to kick in.

A yelp escapes her before she can stop herself. “ Ah you like someone!! ” Hands quickly slap across her mouth. No time to make things worse either! “ Wait-! ” Eyes frantically look around the room, before she nods to herself assertively and grabs Momo's hands with determination. “ To my room, let's go! ”

[hellishvxbes]

@ofcrossroads SAID: Metatron vc; 😏

kicks him to the window--- to the wall--

[bakenochi]

Confined and Convicted Starters || @ofcrossroads (Monoma) “The amount of skills that translate into doing something illegal is quite astonishing.”

"Well, most things are capable of being deemed illegal, if you do them even slightly wrong." She tilted her head back, looking up at Monoma from her place on one of the lounge couches. "I know a guy that had to get a license just to use his Quirk in his restaurant that he owned."

"Has Monoma-san come to ask the former Villain about illegal things?" Himiko teased.

[ryusxnka]

“For a little guy, you have a big attitude.” (From Akaza)

T his one's spiritual essence was appalling -- a soul befouled by an unidentifiable force oscillating malicious, unearthly, whispers of detrimental obsessions. ----- Much like the belligerent monstrosities he had abruptly, and unforeseeably, encountered amidst the expanse of a vast, umbra-permeating, forest the nightfall 'fore originally stumbling 'pon that meddling woman, Mitsuri. -- She referred to them as demons last they discussed -- hapless creatures once humans now made into bloodthirsty aberrations. His stature is skewered, through a diminutively uttered statement, and thereafter threaded 'round the needle of his temperamental disposition as if they retained any ounce of correlation to one another in the semblance of a leaf abutted to its branch. Preposterous, he thinks, despite a singular brow momentarily jerking in response. -- Notwithstanding the fleeting reaction, however, his poise remained unchanging and regally maintained, he could not afford to allow this individual to agitate irritability. Not sans first acquiring details of their attendance, of the locality he appeared from; the direction of their base. " --- Does my attitude bother you ... " he commences, exhaling a due respiration. " ----------- Demon? "

[galaxythixf]

@ofcrossroads said: Hands firmly planted on her hips, Aira stares authoritatively across from Ken. One hand sharply points forward toward the other, and her brows furrow. "When are you going to take responsibility for this?!" Her other hand gestures towards her 'wounded' heart.

Frames are adjusted indicative of his nervous habit, staring blankly at Aira as she parades around as per usual, not entirely fazed by her performance until the very question is posed to him. He blinks, following her finger with very little thought as to what she could possibly be talking about. " … Your blouse?" He questions, unsure of what she actually means. He hadn't done anything to her clothes? What was he taking responsibility for?

[deathfavor]

@ofcrossroads said: there's blood on your hands. (Chifuyu to Kazutora; Bad Toman)

lonesome dream starters

THERE'S BEEN BLOOD ON MY HANDS FOR YEARS. It is the first thought that surfaces in Kazutora's mind as he look towards the sound of Chifuyu's voice. It is an undeniable truth. Sometimes Kazutora thinks that no matter what path he dared to tread, sooner or later there would've been blood on his hands - as if written by Fate in the story of his life. Most of the time he doesn't think about it. There's no point in wasting thoughts on what could have been or might have been when this is here and now.

Also, he's pretty sure Chifuyu means literally.

Golden eyes drop to his own red-stained skin. There IS blood on his hands; caught in the stage between wet and dry. It's a familiar sensation, a familiar smell, everything about it is familiar. And he's not sure what Chifuyu is trying to say beyond wash your hands, IF he's trying to say anything more subtle at all. Maybe he isn't. Chifuyu's not the subtlest of guys so at best this is an INDIRECT APPROACH to a conversation. Otherwise, it's nothing but a rather blunt statement. And Chifuyu's been yapping with that detective and trying to get information. Other times, it's Kazutora who gets the information - and Chifuyu doesn't ask how. Which is probably for the best.

". . . Yeah. I got sent on a little enforcement mission since some of the new gang members tried to sneak a few extra hundred dollars into their own pockets. " He replies as he walks over to the kitchen sink and sticks his hands under the cold water. He watches the water wash away the blood but he's not really watching it all. Instead he grabs a sponge and walks back to clean off the door handle. " Sorry about that. "

At least Chifuyu looks like he's finally gotten some sleep for a change. The day off was good, even if he's rather certain the man did NOT relax the way he should've been. Kazutora walks back towards the kitchen to rinse off the cleaning sponge and doesn't seem to quite know what to do with himself ; ultimately he ends up simply leaning against the kitchen counter, feeling the cold counters digging into his back.

[starjynx]

@ofcrossroads' Todoroki still lives somewhere in the back of my mind. him & his dual cool ranch and nacho dorito socks. yes i'm calling you out on main because I still took this personally.

[hexvitya]

@ofcrossroads Jayce sent in from this meme: "I can't imagine being here without you."

"You'll get use to it." He pauses and turns his head to the side mental fingers digging into his staff. "I did." Past tense theses long gone are those days, Long gone is the man he knew before. Now he something different, something new.