FuriousFates

Intensive research of Kurogiri had been more successful than any of the pro-heroes had expected. How it was full achieved is unknown to doctors, and pro-heroes alike, but the help of young Eri’s quirk had worked a miracle. Oboro was back. As back as one could be when their life was snuffed out too early, and then they were the reanimated vessel for a villain. His mind was still young, and fresh, the same boy he was working to fight that villain when he didn’t pay attention to himself and put the civilian children first. The difference now was… newfound survivor’s guilt, regret, guilt for things he barely even remembered doing (in fact that he didn’t have control over doing in the first place) and a strange sensation lurking in the back of his brain. Memories of a villain that he had become. “Hey - are you ready?” Kayama broke the silence. The R-Rated hero retrieved Oboro’s attention. He looked towards his friend, still surprised at how older she was. Not only in looks but maturity. He took in a breath, to hide the fact he was lamenting. Oboro lifted his hand and gave Midnight a thumbs up. “Hell yeah!” But, was he, no. What was he doing? Well. When he had died Oboro hadn’t left behind just his friends. No, he had a boyfriend. Someone who he hadn’t even fully got to experience the relationship of a lifetime with. Their relationship was still new when he passed, but he knew that he had loved him. After all, the pining and crushing for the months before they had finally reached the dating phase had proven that.  

Kanta. Even the sound of his name in his brain, and the sensation of feeling it pass from his lips made him shake. He gripped his fist tighter on his lap and tried to regain his composure. They were heading to his home. Kanta’s home. It had been Hizashi, who was accompanying the two of them, that had told Kanta was still (well, not, still, he had returned before Oboro was recovered) to Japan. He had been near rampant to see him. He didn’t know what had changed – if Kanta had moved on, but at that time, he was just desperate to be reunited with him. His mind had been refreshed, his emotions recovered, he was still in love with Kanta. He just didn’t know if time would have changed his feelings for him. Kayama had told him that although men had come in and out past the doors of Kanta’s house, there hadn’t been anyone that had lasted enough for a relationship.  Kayama pulled up beside the gates, gesturing at Hizashi to do her bidding and get out of the car to ring the buzzer. Oboro chuckled at the antics of his friend, before turning his head and soon found himself stunned at the sight before them. The mansion that Kanta lived in. This was his home? He was astonished because it was huge – this wasn’t what he would have considered a home – but there was a vibe to it that he really did feel shouted Kanta.

Hizashi didn’t mention Kanta. He said that it was just the two of them. Midnight and him.                    ( “Alright, give me a sec to buzz you in.” )

And that was what pulled Oboro out of his stunned expression and feeling of surprise. The sound of Kanta’s voice. After so long. He felt his spine tingle, his head lowered as he stared at his sweaty hands against his lap. It had been so long, even if for him, it felt like it had just been days prior that he had heard Kanta. His memories had come back as if they were the same day that he had died. While he had other memories, and his body had aged considerably, he felt as if it was the same as that day. (Although this wasn’t the same day as he had been recovered, there had been days of tests and recuperation and ensuring that everything was good.)

“Im fine.” He says kneeling down to help the other acquire their books. Indigo eyes moving to pierce into the other. Cold and emotionless as if staring into the others very being reading it of every aspect or weakness. “Your one of those hero kids right? Asui? Frog quirk?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head. It was so hard to remember all the hero kid’s names and their quirks besides the more obvious ones of course. 

Ah. Tsuyu looked down at the books in her hands, and then looked towards the other. Their eyes met, her own enlarged eyes staring ahead at the boy. She was indeed seeing that they looked COLD and EMOTIONLESS and that nerved her a little. 

“well. Halloween as far as i know has stayed the same day every single year since forever….i think its like….the last day of the month..or something..” He reaches and grabs the phone in his pocket to check. “AH YES THE END OF THE MONTH THE 31ST. I TOTALLY REMEMBERED THAT AND WASNT JUST CHECKING BECAUSE I HAD FORGOTTEN.hahahaha.”

“The thirty-first,” Mei drew out her words as she hummed and looked at the diary. Honestly, if she had just kept looking through the month of OCTOBER she would have seen quite clearly in the same font as the date that Halloween was already declared there in that Sunday box. “Yeah, sorry, Izuku-“

She spins around and picks up her blowtorch.

                          “I’m all booked up.”

“i’ll probably go. I never really celebrated halloween with a bunch of people besides whatever stuff we did. Which isnt much because you were always digging around and inventing.” he says with a point and smirk. “oh but woe is me. Is izuku cursed to go to this halloween shindig without his bestie? What a sad world it would be if true.”

“YOU HAVE FUN THEN,”

she spins around, big grin on her lips, as she knows exactly what it is that she’s doing. Mei knows that Izuku was going to try and persuade her to go. She hops back up on the platform and waits.

3… 2… - there it is.

Shades of indigo mixed with green

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Indigo eyes pierce up to look at the sky above him the dotted clouds across the blue atleast it wasnt a horridly dreary day or hot as hell day. He blinked and let out a slow sigh before focusing his eyes forward and taking a step forward not realizing someone had crossed his path as his mind raced with thoughts and ideas accidently bumping into the other.

“oh..sorry about that. Guess my head was elsewhere. I didnt make you drop anything did i?”

Tsuyu was DISTRACTED. Ribbit. It wasn’t the first time that she had been distracted lately. Her mind was always racing about what she had to do next – whether it was go do some training at the pool, or work on homework for class, or make sure her friends didn’t do anything else stupid. The latter, she found, difficult. For such a long time, before she got accepted to UA, she had only had ONE REAL friend, and even then, now that they went to separate schools, she found it hard to allow herself to open up and just enjoy friendship. She had looked at the likes of Mina who had befriended everyone and did so with such a bubbly personality. She always seemed so carefree. So when she had started to open more and make friends, it was strange. She had always called home, to tell her siblings what was going on – and they were happy she was making friends. Her mother had even told her to make sure she took care of herself and not just looked after her friends, but the Frog girl had to put her friends first. She was a big sister figure after all. Her friends always seemed to get themselves into stupid situations, which usually was for good intentions, but Tsuyu always felt worried they were going to do something that would get themselves in danger. So she was always trying to diffuse that kind of situation. But, that always made her feel insecure – like she was some kind of stick in the mud.

Two gremlins during spook month.

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Izuku sat there twindingly with a few screws as he hung out in the support divsisons workshop just hanging out with his bestie. “so the craziest thing has been happening around campus. I dont know what it is about spook month but appearantly everyone was just smoochin each other and honestly it was a pretty chaotic day. Of course me, resident oblivious gremlin only found about all this chaos a few days later. Which you would think would be hard to miss.”

“oh! and i think there are talks about some sort of halloween party being set up but i dont know much about that either. But i would assume the typical, spooky party, with spoopy costumes and even spoopier treats.”

Surrounding Izuku was nothing but the mechanic sounds of an inventor screwing, blowtorching and melding at an almost psychotic pace. Mei had an IDEA and because of the IDEA, she wanted to see it come to life within a blink of an eye. Yes, impossible, but let a girl live. She was listening, wearing an invention that not only zoned out the sounds from her inventing, but allowed her to hear Midoriya. “-HUH?” Mei questioned as she turned her head. She lowered the face shield that she was wearing to protect her from the flame of the blow torch.

“-they are?” He may be the resident oblivious gremlin, but the other one here – Hatsume – had NO CLUE what was going on. She barely left the workshop. She had more important BABIES to take care of than worry what the other students were doing with their free time. “-Oh well,” she shrugged her shoulders, pink hair bouncing from her face as she lowered the mask and about to get back to work. Then she tilted her head back, dropping the blowtorch (ignoring the sounds of Power Loader in her head telling her to make sure she put the hot object away properly) and jumped down from the platform. She rubbed dirt from her forehead, but as she had soot on her hand, she only made it worse.

“Once, I dyed Leis hair purple. I think Professor Burnet forgot. Lei just wanted to match with his fav big brother. But he didn’t have a lot of hair do I gave him a Mohawk. I tried.”

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.

In her eyes. In HER eyes, Ash found GRAVITY? Was that, seriously, what he said? Why did he – why would he – why would he say something like that when she was… when he was… he was with someone else. He was in love with someone else. Why would he say something like that?

How… how could he?

Was it because Meghan wasn’t around?

Was it because Ariella herself had fucked with his emotions because she wasn’t dead? Would it have been better off after all this time if she had died when that wyvern’s poisoned barb impaled her in its nest? It wasn’t her fault. She knew that. She knew that she had no choice. She had to hide herself away and not contact him. She knew that if she had then she would have caused the END for their world. His destiny was Meghan, it wasn’t her. This was her destiny, her destiny was to lead Ash to Meghan and for them to save the faery kingdom from demise. The very eyes that Ash said that he found gravity in, those star-riddled turquoise hues, began to water. Ariella couldn’t face the Prince. She couldn’t. She LOVED him no matter what, she had never stopped. She had spent literal centuries living without him – trying and failing to force herself to forget him. He couldn’t do this. This wasn’t their mission. Their mission was to get him a soul so that he could reunite with Meghan. He couldn’t talk about how she kept him grounded.

‘- That’s not fair.’ Ariella Tularyn sniffed. She was supposed to be stronger than this. She was an Unseelie Fey. Unseelie Fey were not supposed to show emotions – they were known to be emotionless and cold like the magic that they used. Yet, locked away from society Ariella had grown up to be more emotion-filled and empathic than any of her kind – and THATwas what pulled Ash towards her in the first place. A gloved hand moved up and wiped away tears she couldn’t conceal. Ariella looked towards Ash, hiding the smile with lips pressed into as thin a line as she could muster. She didn’t want him to think that she was affected by his emotions.

There was a soft hum that left him.

    “Well, I don’t really know what I would imagine for it, but     I can tell you the story. That one is called Lyra. It’s seen     here in summer. It’s one of the smaller constellations,     having 5 main stars. It is one of the 48 listed by the 2nd     century astronomer Ptolemy. It was often depicted as a     vulture or an eagle carrying a lyre, and it’s sometimes     referred to Vultur Cadens, meaning Falling Vulture, or      Aquila Cadens, meaning Falling Eagle. That bright star     there? That’s called Vega. It’s the brightest star of the     constellation.”

    “In Greek mythology, Lyra represents the lyre of Orpheus.     Ah, A lyre is a string instrument that dates back to 1400.     Think of it as a small harp. And Orpheus is the son of     Apollo, God of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts,     sunlight, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of     the young. It was made by Hermes, ( God of boundaries,     roads and travelers, thieves, athletes, shepherds,     commerce, speed, cunning, wit and sleep ) from a     tortoise shell, given to Apollo as a bargain, it was said     to be the first lyre ever produced. Orpheus’s music was     said to be so great that even inanimate objects such as     rocks could be charmed. Joining Jason and the Argonauts,     his music was able to quell the voices of the dangerous     Sirens, who sang tempting songs to the Argonauts.”

He paused for a moment.

    “If there’s anything you want me to explain, just ask. But.”

    “At one point, Orpheus married Eurydice, a nymph. While     fleeing from an attack by Aristaeus, she stepped on a     snake that bit her, killing her. To reclaim her, Orpheus     entered the Underworld, where the music from his lyre     charmed Hades. Hades relented and let Orpheus bring     Eurydice back, on the condition that he never once look     back until outside. Unfortunately, near the very end,     Orpheus faltered and looked back, causing Eurydice to     be left in the Underworld forever. Orpheus spent the rest     of his life strumming his lyre while wandering aimlessly     through the land, rejecting all marriage offers from women.

    “There are two competing myths relating to the death of     Orpheus. According to Eratosthenes, Orpheus failed to     make a necessary sacrifice to Dionysus due to his     regard for Apollo as the supreme deity instead. Dionysus     then sent his followers to rip Orpheus apart. Ovid tells a     rather different story, saying that women, in retribution for     Orpheus’s rejection of marriage offers, ganged up and     threw stones and spears. At first, his music charmed     them as well, but eventually their numbers and clamor     overwhelmed his music and he was hit by the spears.     Both myths then state that his lyre was placed in the sky     by Zeus, and Orpheus’ bones buried by the muses.”

He then froze.

    “Ah. Am I talking too much? I’m sorry. I didn’t really mean     to rant and rave.”

Gazing ahead at the night sky above, the frog quirked girl looks over the stars that form the constellation that Anko was explaining the origin and story behind. Lyra. While, at first, it was just interesting to listen to – Tsuyu soon found that she was as interested in the storyteller as she was the story itself. After all, the words he said – while interesting – was a LOT to take in, so she was struggling to take it all in and let it fixate into her head so that she could remember it, but she could take in some parts. What she DID take in was the look of delight on Anko’s face, the passion in his voice. It was a rarity that she had found – that he would show her such ease. He was never quite so at home when discussing something like he could be right now. Just losing himself to his thoughts, to the story, telling it with such enthusiasm. He was SMART and she could tell – just being able to rattle this off without having to use a book or the internet.

⌛ - age?

‼ - real name?

✺ - eye color?

✁ - hair?

✧ - brunnette, blonde...?

☿ - zodiac sign?

☃ - tall/short?

ϟ - slim, skinny..?

❅ - any sports?

✈ - hobbies?

❤ - single/taken?

♋ - virgin or not?

ツ - any pets?

☂ - favorite season?

✐ - fave types of movies?

❣ - how would it be your ideal date?

☣ - phobias?

☠ - fears?

✘ - hates?

☾ - mun's strong points? (name , at least, 3)

☽ -...and the weak ones?

° - ever were close to death?

♧ -..... on drugs?

♠ -.....smoked?

♦ -.....had alcohol?

❥ - straight, bissexual, homosseual..?

♚ - favorite eye color?

♛ - favorite hair color?

♪ - music you like?

✌ - favorite bands/ singers?

♒ - fave animes, series'?

❦-.fave characters?

✿ - fave kind of clothing?

ღ - mottos?

“He's over 300 years old.”

“And he hated them, for the gifts that we possess that he could not have.”

“Stop talking!”

“You can't possibly attract the caliber of husband who could help us restore the honor to our family name.”

“How would you?”

“At least now I know he had one before his crazy, distorted world view set in.”

“So it wants to respond.”

“Ever since my mother was kidnapped, and the Shadow World invaded my life, so many Downworlders have helped me, not even thinking about what it might cost them.”

“We can't be done.”

“You're a man of honor, and the only person in the world I would trust with something like this.”

“What's wrong? What is it?”

“Him and his buddy, they took us to their hangout and then they told her that they'll kill her if they don't find the Cup.”

“Go on, I'll be fine.”

“What? What's the big deal? I was there when that memory came out.”

“It's that bad?”

“Life is not about what you want to do, it's about what must be done.”

“No, it was my choice.”

“Once this bond is sealed, it cannot be broken until the demon retreats.”

“Things are all ripped apart.”

“And every moment we're outside my lair's protection, is a moment he gets closer to finding us.”

“It's not good for any of us.”

“If he is coming out of hiding, he's going to one of the biggest parties of the year.”

“Where is it going?”

“If you really feel that way about her why did you help us tonight?”

“Are you ready? I'm ready.”

“I don't know what the hell you are, angel doll, but you're one tasty treat.”

“Give me your arm.”

“We're bound together for life. Bound to fight together, to protect each other.”

“He can and he is.”

“How can Shadowhunters be better than what you people call mundanes?”

“Who are you?”

“I'd hoped my men could have persuaded you to help us.”

“Now, it's in the proper hands.”

“It means that this stuff is going back to the station with me, where it's safe.”

“Gotta go.”

“You know, you should be happy that he is interested in someone other than himself.”

“Hey, out of the way.”

“You get me a sample and I'll tell you exactly what they're looking for.”

“What's taking them so long?”

“You know, you're way better at gift-giving than magically predicting the future.”

        “No. Just two stomachs. I don’t have anything         weird beyond that.”

Well, besides his physical attributes. 

He thought for a moment or two, trying to figure out if there was anything else that he needed to mention.

        “Um. I can heal back small appendages. Nothing like         an arm or a leg, but I can heal back a finger and heal         back large portions of skin without too much incident.”

He’d …. found that out fairly recently too.

        “Kind of like a starfish can heal appendages. Except not         to the same extreme. It uses up a lot of energy though.”

Anko took another swig of his drink before continuing.

        “I think that’s about it. I don’t think I have much more to         say about myself.”

The desire to ask for a demonstration, and see him re-grow a finger, was strong, but she held back. As interested in weird phenomenon that Mei was she knew better than to freak him out by asking him something like that. The inventor couldn’t think of anything that she could do just yet with his quirk and her babies, but she would think about it. Even if it meant that she would have to go home and ponder and brainstorm first.

Eh, she’ll have to think of a way to keep in touch or contact with Anko. If he’d let her. She might need to be a little bit more sneaky. (She had an idea on how she could do that!) “-well my quirk is called ZOOM. It’s not one of those big flashy quirks, but it does me quite fine! I can focus and zoom in with my eyes… I can see up five kilometers if I try!”

The only physical attribute of her Quirk is the crosshair-shapes of her Irises.

“Comes in super handy when I need to find people.”