a purple rping crab

for basile deveaux

younger sibling for 30 year old willy cartier.

their parents are french politicians who have extremely elitist and archaic laws in regards to quirks. they believe that people’s quirks should dictate their status in society. those with quirks that alter their appearances being on the very bottom, and their own family at the top. they’re not great people who raised their children under immense pressure to carry on their hateful legacy. basile refuses and has lived a secret life as a villain taking down people like their parents; and heroes who abuse their positions. sibling’s own believes and reason for being in america are very open. naleye dolmons suggested. willing to discuss adopted siblings since ethnicity can be a tough one with willy.

for ebenezer shields

25-30 year old boyfriend

must start this off saying that it will be like 80% fluff and 20% angst. because ebby’s already been through enough and doesn’t need more disaster in his life. so preferably a citizen. and male only. but basically the guy comes into the flower shop for an actual reason one time, sees the cute guy working there, then keeps coming up with excuses to go buy more flowers. but then his wholeass apartment is filled with dying flowers and he’s forced to confess. very open cause i like building relationships together.

for ryoko paulsen

25-30 year old civilian girlfriend

He didn’t have much more fight left in him anyways. He was already struggling. Exhausted from the strain. Father wanted it bigger. Wanted it badder. Wanted more than what Ebby could make.

Out of breath. Body aching all over. Dizzy. Hot. Tired.

So tired.

The fire came from her feet, a thin line that went from her toes to the beast’s. It was the blink of an eye. The beast lit up like a candle. Blanketed in flames.

And just like that, he felt it.

He couldn’t breathe. Felt like he was choking. Gasping for air that just wasn’t coming. There was a scream so blood curdling and so loud and so awful. It took him a moment to realize that it was his own voice. Echoed by the beast’s own wailing.

The most excruciating pain he had ever felt. The beast’s wailing was gone. The monster gone and in its place a large tractor and a charred ring on the ground around it.