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[hellfirexandxashes]

@psticide​ started following Dabi

Just stares at Overhaul for an uncomfortably long time, not saying anything. One of his favorite hobbies was finding different ways to get under one’s skin, and for this one in particular he took to simply observing him casually with not a word to be said. See how long before Dabi’s gaze feels uncomfortable and makes one’s skin crawl with it’s intensity

He’ll wait until something breaks.

[godofvillains-a]

@psticide​

      “That’s a face I haven’t seen in a while,” Shigaraki mused as he saw the familiar face. “What do you want? What happened is in the past.. Though if you still have an issue with me, I’d be more than willing to settle it...” Digits twitched at his side. Without arms, Overhaul wasn’t exactly a threat.

[glacierxheart]

@psticide​ for that sweet Todoroki drama

Rei finds herself anxious, purse sat in her lap as she tries and keep her quirk from frosting over the strap of her purse from her nerves. It had been a rocky road getting to this point, having finally proven herself mentally competent to have access to the Todoroki finances once more. She had decided to use the new resources at her disposal to truly start fresh, including doing away with the doctors she had been subjected to for years. 

Instead, one of the lesser known nurses had suggested this particular doctor and clinic for her to visit, and while pricy Rei hadn’t exactly found anything amiss. It seemed like a respectable practice, and surely Enji-Endeavor’s reach didn’t extend to every medical branch or facility. 

No more pills being shoved at her or the same questions about the incident repeated over and over every single day as if it would change what happened or her answer- No.

No she was doing quite better, and was making a new start for herself and her family.

Which is how she finds herself waiting patiently to be called in to be seen, having decided to make an appointment due to her severely sore joints as of late. 

[tellnxlies]

@psticide​​   asked  [from]

“  this didn’t have to happen.  ”   (from the injury/attacker meme but go wild with it!)

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

That’s the only thought that repeated itself in Naomasa’s mind, over and over again like a broken record as he struggled to push himself off of the ground. His palms stung where they’d dug harshly into gravel and who knows what else, blood and dirt painting a horrid picture on the surface of his skin.

He told his subordinate not to follow, and to not under any circumstances engage the young crime lord. He’d said it as they left the precinct, and he’d said it again upon actually spotting the man on the street. But one thing led to another, and here he found himself now. Hardly able to hold himself up in some back alley, out of sight and out of mind for most anyone that would possibly be able to help.

Naomasa lifted his gaze up to Overhaul, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his unmoving colleague out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t, not right now. Not when his own life may very well still be at stake.

There will be a time for grief later.

“We’re in agreement, then,” he finally forced the words past the lump in his throat, “None of this should have ever happened.”

[keshimasu]

  Well that was annoying.  His frown is still hidden by goggles and hair.  It probably would’ve been a smarter move to go for a lower blow.  Which he’s tempted to do, more than tempted.  Kai deserved a good kick in the balls for everything he’d done.   It’s probably luck that he’s up and about.  That and the weird clock guy’s quirk had finally run out.  So he’s moving instead, circling the other.  Probably a stupid move.  The rational thing to do would be book it for the door.  But he’s feeling rather angry and it’s not helped by knowing that he can negate Kai’s quirk.   “Try me.  If you can’t touch me, you can’t do anything.  And if you can’t use your quirk, you’re basically helpless.”  Which is what he does.  Flares up erasure and aims leg. 

@psticide from here​

[strxight-up-villxin]

cont. from here w.  @psticide

​Eri winced as Overhaul’s hand squeezed her own, bracing herself for it to be more than just fleeting and finding herself pleasantly surprised that that’s all it’d been. “N-No! I didn’t -  I won’t, I swear,” she squeaked, head shaking as if trying to match her jumbled thoughts together. Now she was beginning to doubt herself. Had she said something stupid? She was sure their talk was only short - the blonde had swooned over her whilst the other had… two voices - if that was even a thing! But she was certain they’d just spoken about playing at the park, then the two got into an argument over what was the better equipment to play on and then… She’d been dragged away.

Swallowing heavily, Eri looked sheepishly up at Kai as he told her the usual spiel on their backstory to others. She knew the story all too well; it was something he’d drilled into her - much like his tools - from a young age and she certainly wouldn’t forget it. The few times she’d gotten rebellious and tried to run from him or tried to tell someone that she needed help, she’d paid for it greatly. As the years went by of being cooped up like a circus animal, Eri was slowly starting to succumb to the fact that this may end up being her way of living for the rest of her life. The only form of agreement he received was a nod of her head, silver wefts of hair bobbing with the movement.

The silverette began to grow paranoid as they got closer to his office and, upon entering, she found herself looking about as if expecting this to all be a sick ruse of his. When the box was retrieved for her, she wandered over and grabbed one of her dolls as a way of both distracting herself from how uncomfortable she felt but also to hide the blush that’d risen on her cheeks from elation at the idea of going outside. To distract herself from the way her heart raced, Eri began neatly plucking her toys from the box until she found one she liked: a small pack of cards that she’d been slowly learning to play something called ‘solitaire.’ One of Kai’s goons had started teaching her and despite being as young as she was, she was starting to get the hang of it… kind of.

Eri started laying the cards out before her, being careful to keep everything aligned and organised (something she’d actually picked up from Kai) before she sat back properly and crossed her legs to get more comfortable. After a short moment of observing the colours and shapes before her, Eri looked up towards Kai’s desk with a cock of her head. “Why are they here?” she asked, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “A-and are they friends? Or... are they bad people?” aka: can I talk to them if I behave or do I need to stay away?

[onexbloodyxprincess]

@psticide​ started following Toga

“Is there something you need Mr. Thug Boss?” Toga questions, her voice flat and entirely disinterested in the man before her, despite having been near ecstatic just moments before with her face splattered with blood, rivulets of it dripping from her mouth from an earlier victim, the identity of said victim being no damn business of Overhaul’s.

[lepuslunare]

[ attention ]  one muse puts their index finger underneath the other’s chin to hold their attention. (kai got ahold of the bun bun somehow?? idek he seems like he'd do this.) (☾) - @psticide​

     It must’ve been a pretty hard hit, to her standards, if her head was still throbbing and she could feel her own balance falter. And it had never failed her before. Coming back from unconsciousness had been an assault to all her senses. Everything was too bright and noisy, especially to someone whose sight and hearing were acute like hers. Her memory looked like a patchwork of scenes, some making more sense than others, making her somewhat unsure about what had been real or not. 

     Part of her face and hair was still sticky with blood where the layers were thicker, but the thinnest layers that had already dried out were starting to crackle under the pressure put even by the smallest expression. Her outfit was looking more beige than white, especially her gloves, stained in shades of brown and red. And she might’ve even mumbled some incoherent thought at some point, probably something about the light and noise mixed with confused noises.

     Still, it took her a while to realize that, wherever she was, it was not the hospital. Despite clearly smelling like one. Alcohol & idoform being as much as an attack to her nose. So C L E A N. Even the feel of latex under her chin felt too medical to be anything else. But that was no hospital, or she would’ve been in a bed and wouldn’t feel so gross. Her sight took longer than her hearing, a blurry figure turning clearer the more she blinked and forced herself to focus.

     What a LUCK. Of course she already knew him. Not personally, of course. “Are you my savior?” The joke fell from her lips automatically, half hoping that she hadn’t been fighting him before. But then, the hero wouldn’t be still alive, would she? Rumi’s been warned not to fight him, but she wasn’t exactly a fan of rules and who knew what exactly happened. Her memories of fighting someone were still there. Or was she trying to save someone? And to think she only wanted to buy some cake. Oh, that she remembered well. The smell of freshly baked bread and cakes. Oh, no, the bakery.

[egotistixx]

(touch meme) white sterile glove; medical grade; closes over her hand with a practiced motion that aimed to touch as little as possible despite nearly covering it entirely. he brought it up to his covered mouth, the faintest ghost of lips to her knuckle before he's already letting go and snapping the simple black mask back into place.

"a pleasure to meet you, ms hagan. i am to believe you are the benefactor behind the league's current finances, correct?"

Touch meme - accepting

A keen, watchful gaze follows his every move without as much as a single blink, both curious and cautious at the same time. Admittedly, it's a courteous gesture and Adrianna will always be appreciative of a gallant man who knows how to greet a lady. But there's something about the texture of those latex gloves that subconsciously does not sit well with her. An unease of sorts washes through her and she takes a mental note of it, to keep in mind this detail for future inquiries.

"...Benefactor is quite a stretch, my good Sir." considering the general moral alignment of the league and all, as well as her own perception of this collaboration, she were no benefactor. This isn't philanthropic work that she's investing time and energy into. Quite the opposite actually. "Advisor would be more appreciative of my role." she continues, wrapping arms around herself. "...Although, if we factor in Shigaraki's very specific temper, one could argue i've fallen into the unfortunate role of an overqualified governess as well."

[evilendures]

@psticide​​   asked

"hari." it's a quiet tone used after ones spent the entire day with frivolous business deals, where he feels the only people he can rely on is his organisation. "please tell me some good news. anything to stop me wanting to strangle the next man that walks in here."

“I spoke with Mimic earlier and our finances are doing quite well,” he responded in a  soft  tone of his own, unperturbed by the imagery that Kai’s words evoked. Hari could hardly blame him for feeling the urge to wring out their associates, knowing firsthand how incredibly frustrating and  dense  the men can be. And spending an entire day hearing nothing but that, well . . . he would be on the verge of strangling someone as well.

“As frivolous as these deals seem, they do make a difference,” he added, slipping in his personal view on the matter. These deals mean money, after all, and money talks.

[sheddingxkinn]

@psticide​ cont from [ here ] 

Being pushed away with a cane is...something new, he’s gotta admit to that, at the very least. Usually when people handle big sticks around him is to rather intimidate him and shoo him away. This was considerably more gentle, but even so, the young boy pouted. The shove was strong enough to push him to land on his butt with a small ‘oomf’ sound being forced out of him. 

“...B-But i like birds! An-And you’re a bird man!” cue that big grin returning to his face. There’s little to no intent of him rising from the spot on the floor because, quite frankly, he likes this carpet. It’s nice and soft and makes his butt happy to sit on it. “I’m Achim! Aaaah-keeem! What’s your name?” his feet wave toes from side to side as big yellow eyes kept their gaze up to the bird man. Suddenly though, he breaks eye contact and starts rummaging through his pockets. They’re full of wonderous stuff such as cute pebbles, bottlecaps, broken pen bits, string and, of course---

“...I have acorns.” it’s spoken softly and obviously, like it’s an answer to an unasked question. His small hands open up to show the nuts he’s collected which he very happily presents up to the weird bird man. “Do you have any acorns?” 

[hellfirexandxashes]

@psticide​ because you know Dabi can’t stay away

It’s three days later when Dabi finally resurfaced from wherever he disappeared off to, only to be found dozing in Chisaki’s office. After convincing (really threatening to torch the place down or worse tell Chisaki that he was being disrespected in Chisaki’s own place) the thug that had been guarding the gangster’s office to be allowed inside. He had no doubt the piss poor excuse for security had fled to go inform Chisaki of his arrival, so the villain deigned to take a seat in one of the office chairs.

He had no idea how long he would be waiting for, so the villain slips off his jacket to instead drape it along himself much like a blanket as he made himself comfortable. With having kept to his duties of seeking out new recruits and torching those unworthy to the cause and digging up information in the underworld, on top of discussing further plans with Shigaraki while also ensuring Toga and Twice remained safe and on track, the pyromaniac was quite exhausted.

Which is how the villain finds himself dozing off, a piece of folded paper in hand that was to be used as his excuse for his impromptu visit. Just a list of supplies he and Shigaraki had gone over, nothing too grand or extraordinary that would raise eyebrows on what they needed such supplies for, but also nothing completely mundane that would be considered a waste of time for the Yakuza to procure. An organized list of certain medications (mostly painkillers that weren’t on the legal market), mechanical tools and parts to keep maintenance on Compress’ prosthetic arm, and a request for a small supply of weapons (mostly knives for Spinner and Toga). Just enough to avoid suspicion, as these were items that the League couldn’t exactly go out in public and procure for themselves without being noticed, considering their faces were beginning to be plastered everywhere.

So while awaiting Chisaki’s arrival, Dabi ended up nodding off, sleeping just like how he appeared, like the dead.

[psticide]

tag drop

[furiousfates]

Okay, I have to go get ready for work. I drafted some starter replies I owe ( @curaidh​ , @psticide​ & @the-ronin-muses​ ) so that if I get the opportunity I can reply to them while in the office before my main shift starts. Please like THIS POST FOR A STARTER! if you’d like to interact with me. I know I don’t have all my muses listed on my blog yet, but I’m working on it. So let’s just focus on the ones on my muse list currently! Please let me know who you want and who you want them for if you’re also a multi-muse!

[ar-knightinsourarmor]

Those that have filled my interest checker by alphabetical order are:

— anchoredstowaways, ofgravitation *

— azurewildfire, crumbletoash, scarletwhirlwind, thecryingofwinter, twofoldclone, u-allstartrio, scoutingforscience *

— childoflegend *

— collidingxworlds *

— deathcrowns, kriegerins, trustedmoons

— dynamitem *

— explodo-dome *

— goreglitters *

— instantcopycat, cxntrxlcv, tarnishedbunny

— greenrabbitdeku, icebluefame, fr0stflxre *

— inrycku, cankerous, burnrite, psticide

— malumarca *

— insiidious *

— kibouhero, explodcor, ofxicexandxfire *

— miss-pieck-finger *

— mixnmuse *  

— moonwoken, willchosen, prophecyfated, infinitewritten *

— ofsavior, ofichinose, lessfavored, lunacybred *

— rainydayhxro *

— re-shouto *

— rubygoldberg, passion-hunter, icy-hot-chilled-peppers, broken-course, ooh-ouch-me-bones *

— spezialistin, gravitatis *

* these people have filled an older google form. there might be minor updates in muses and more

— thermobarbaric, austempered *

— wisteriawishes

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