revamping & under co. ! !

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS   !    

send a symbol from your muse to mine.   add  ↪  for a reverse from my muse to yours !

🍳   :   cook breakfast in bed for my muse.

💝   :   give a box of chocolates to my muse.

🍿    :   watch a rom-com with my muse.

💐   :   give flowers to my muse.

👙    :   buy lingerie for my muse.

💌   :   leave my muse a card from a secret admirer.

🍽️   :   take my muse out for dinner for two.

❤️   :   give a gift to my muse.   (   specify.   )

🐶   :   surprise my muse with a puppy.

🐱   :   surprise my muse with a kitten.

💔   :   break up with my muse.

🏩   :   book a valentine’s trip away with my muse.

💍    :   propose to my muse.

🔥    :   flirt with my muse.

😳   :   confess your muse’s love to my muse.

😘   :   kiss my muse.

🐻   :   give my muse a valentine’s teddy bear.

💃    :   dance with my muse.

Nothing. 

Either this hero has a knack for displaying an outstanding Oscar-winning performance or his conscience has truly ceased to exist, Dabi couldn’t help but be impressed by Hawks’ unruffled feathers. While it’s not enough to quell the doubts he has, it does strangely set him in a chipper mood. Maybe if they were back in square one where their only meet-ups merely take place in shady deserted areas, he would have been put off by the other’s air of nonchalance. Some people can be too suspiciously nonchalant after all but he’s starting to think that’s just the way the blond is.

Annoying, sure, but impressive nonetheless. 

❝Aww, that’s cute.❞ As though his tone of voice isn’t patronizing enough, Dabi slings an arm over Hawks’ shoulders and pulls him in to give his cheek a little pinch. ❝Always aiming to please, as expected from the golden child. I could think of many ways you can please me if that’s where you’re really setting your sights on.❞

How easy it is for him to set the guy’s wings ablaze right now ghosts his mind and he can’t deny that the thought of it is intensely enticing— to see how much pain he could lavish the hero with just simply torching those soft, crimson feathers. Hawks would have seen it coming; he probably would have hardened them into blades at the first sign of heat. That would be quite the battle, wouldn’t it? Now that he’s thought about it, Dabi wonders if this world has also confiscated a portion of his companion’s quirk as well. That’s an answer he plans on finding out later.

arm slung around him, hawks almost refrained from making a face at the patronizing demeanor, but ultimately failed once his cheek was briefly pinched soon after; while he should be relieved with the sudden positive atmosphere, this was somehow almost worse. 

——what a dickhead.

rubbing at his cheek , hawks shot dabi a look that was something akin to peeved and red feathers reflexively ruffled briefly in suit at the irritation; clearly caught off guard, his visage outed him as a sore loser for being floundered by something so menial ( perhaps he was losing his touch ) and it was a blatant slight on his pride. regardless, his rebound was inevitable and lips were once again curling upwards in amusement as he spoke, words dripping with sarcasm as the back of his hand pressed theatrically to his forehead. “ oh. . ? many ?  tell me more, hot stuff—— i’m swooning. ” 

Coming down here feels like a mistake. The pressure of the water offers this nervous claustrophobia, and Amalie decides after a brief sip of water and some time outside, that it freaks them out a little bit. Nevertheless, the pursuit of information is far more exciting than just hiding in the rundown look alike of the apartment that still doesn’t feel like home. Finding out for themselves means there’s less of a reason to sit and think up things that may or may not be real. 

They figure it’s possible to win an unfair fight. After all, they have nasty, nasty tricks up their sleeves, and getting their hands on something means a more than fair chance to get away. So, they pick their chin up and keep going, hands in pockets and keen eyes 

She doesn’t scream upon being accosted by something strange. No, Amalie merely panics and tries to rot the thing where it stands, only to have that not work in the least. They’re gone, you idiot, they remind themselves, trying to gain some space instead. This isn’t a person, you can’t grab it and read it and twist it up in your grasp like they can with a person. 

Someone calls their name, and their expression contorts into something akin to horror. How could they not realize that someone else was down here?

“I’d hope you’re at least a little sorry! You scared the life out of me.” The scolding stops quickly though, and Amalie looks back, hiding their apprehension. “Is there a reason?” 

that went a lot more dramatically than it had to be, but hawks at least stopped her before it was too late; wasting time on those monsters up ahead wasn’t exactly wise when there probably wasn’t anything worthwhile in there, anyway. between having to juggle how much water was left in his bottle and keeping people from making stupid decisions, he was almost surprised he hadn’t wasted the full forty-eight hours of air granted to him.

perhaps, if he had all of his abilities, he would have spent some time exploring further; if anything, they almost reminded him of the nomu back in his world—— they were just as ugly and probably just as stupid. 

with the stranger’s reply, he muses that they were probably in the right to scold him as such, but it was not wise to keep being so noisy about it; attention half on her and half on the hall behind them, he offers an apologetic smile prior to speaking.

“ i don’t think i’d stop you, if there wasn’t a reason. there are monsters further up ahead and not the cute ones, either.  ”

with the leviathans in a fitful slumber, it appeared a good number of civilians had taken this as their chance to escape on their own or in groups; if anything, it appeared that today was in his favor after all. despite the concern of time weighing heavily on his mind, he chose to do one last sweep of the area, just in case; if he ended up leaving someone down here. . . hawks didn’t want anymore unnecessary blood on his hands. after coming up empty, he made a mental note that he was probably down twenty minutes just from that alone and chose to withdraw from further searching; after all, it wouldn’t do anyone any good if he drowned mid fight.

he had to leave.

in his retreat, a familiar clash of red and purple entered his sight and with it resulted him being awash with an undeniable relief; apprehensions caused by the fear of running out of air immediately quelled, the reassurance of not having to go through this alone now was all it took to suffocate his unease. immediately joining their sides, he was even quicker to announce himself.

“ i thought you guys would’ve been outta here ages ago —— ! hope y’all don’t plan on having fun without me ! ” 

Perhaps it’s the clever insinuated poke at his intentional poor aim or the lack of exasperation that was expected to cloud the hero’s features but Dabi isn’t too pleased by the reaction he has elicited from the other. Pushing this guy’s buttons has always been a challenge and the only time he had been successful in doing such almost resulted in the most desired death of a certain No. 1 Pro Hero. That clearly didn’t sit well with Hawks and Dabi has his indignant reaction to the situation permanently stored in his memory just in case he needs some sort of reminder that he is still capable of infuriating the guy.

❝Why? Does the great no. 2 hero think I’m not good enough for this shithole of a place?❞ He doesn’t know what said shithole even is but to appear lost and bewildered is to be seen as a sitting duck. Hawks seems to be perfectly familiar with their surroundings which means Dabi isn’t going to give him the satisfaction of believing he has the upper hand when it comes to having a grasp of where they are or why they’re here. 

All he knows is that this ‘magical’ abduction has something to do with a project, but he couldn’t get a solid idea out of it. He knows he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed after all.

❝You’re just as rotten as I am though— unless you forgot that part?❞ He questions, his tone bordering on teasing but with definite intent as though itching for a fleeting air of uneasiness or contrition from the self-proclaimed hero who bears blood on his hands. Anything that could somehow cement the doubts Dabi already has of him.

it goes without say that their reunion was not necessarily taking a turn for the better, but anything less than this would have been unexpected; if anything, he anticipated this kind of behavior from him at this point. dabi was always the type to never hold any punches when he speaks and, villainy aside, it was a trait hawks found refreshing—— humbling, if he wasn’t such a pain in the ass; though the intent to get under his skin was more than clear, the desired effect was almost lost entirely. perhaps it should have felt as if he were treading on eggshells whenever they were together, but the way they fell into their inane banter as if it were routine was something he almost found entertaining.

“ i was just thinking that this place was a little too domestic for you, dabi. no need for us to get self - deprecating. ” during his stay here, hawks has seen a couple of unsavory folk walk around and, even though they were far from the textbook definition of good, it wasn’t an odd sight to see them still find their place; however, he mused that it was partially to blame that he has never met with dabi anywhere other than secluded, empty locations that practically screamed, ‘ do not enter ’ on them. 

hawks almost wanted to see just how well he could adapt to a place like this. 

Oho, it seemed like the musing of Aya had come as a surprise to the other - it certainly came as a surprise to him, too, but….wait. That familiarity - now that the other mentioned he outright knew Aya, the visage of a certain person that his ‘dad’ had complained about being stuck in the maze with suddenly came to mind, and rather than confirm how he knew Aya, Klug was so surprised that he pointed at the other and blurted out without thinking: “Wait!! Now that you’ve said it - I actually recognise you from dad’s explanation for when he hauled himself back really late around the time of the winter festival - you’re that guy who got stuck in the maze along with him, Hawks, aren’t you?!” Going along with this assumption pell-mell, the boy laughed heartily with clearly bemused ‘uhyahyahyas’ now. “Uhyahyahyahya–I can’t believe you both kept looping around the same corner of the maze for an hour - that’s honestly just like dad, really!! I’m not surprised you got dragged into his shenanigans either…he does have that habit of getting into trouble!” Ah, but….he should try to remain professional, right. Though it was very hard to fight back his bemused smile, and he eventually just gave up on that. Just stopping his laugh had taken enough out of him there… “That’s right! I’m a comet mage - but a ‘nerd’? I’d prefer ‘intellectually advanced’, myself!”

——explanation? ah, damn. that could only mean one thing and one thing only : this guy was well aware of the fact that he was an absolute buffoon on more than one occasion; if anything, it also meant that aya had dropped the bomb that he was also an undeniable disaster on more than one occasion, as well. with something akin to fondness, hawks mentions, “ i mean, you aren’t wrong, pffbtbt. . . whenever i’m with aya, it seems like the worst possible situation is handed to us on a silver platter.  ”

. . . did he just say ‘ dad ? ’ 

a squint was received for that comment and hawks visibly struggled with connecting the dots; he supposed it wasn’t. . . unbelievable. they were both pretty similar to each other, but really just trying to wrap his head around it wasn’t really going for him; therefore, figuring it was too invasive a question to ask, he mused it was something he would just have to pester him with later.

unfortunately, the more he shuffled through papers, he found that it was mostly just a rehashed version of what he found in the previous research lab he checked out months prior; visibly frustrated, he fully plans on leaving until one of his deployed feathers picks up on someone walking down one of the halls towards the testing labs.

hastily moving in that direction to spare the sorry soul of trespassing into a territory not meant for anyone to cross into, he uses the feather that had been tripped to harmlessly tug and push at the visitor to keep them from proceeding any further until he reached them. 

“ psssssst, hey ! ! ”   quietly trying to grab the woman’s attention once he arrived, he was quick to send another feather their way to gently twirl her in the opposite direction; now that she faced him, hawks mustered an apologetic expression prior to offering a hurried warning.

“ sorry about that . . !  i really wouldn’t go any further—— ”  

investigating work wasn’t necessarily his forte, anyway—— it would be fine to slack off, for one night, at least.

fingers intertwined with nicolette’s as they sauntered down the city’s sidewalk, they had just finished watching a particularly cringe worthy romantic comedy at reliquary cinema; however, despite how corny it had been, he had been more than keen on chattering on about it as if were worthy of an oscar nomination.

“ they seriously had me thinking she was going to go with her childhood friend !   ” 

“ ——i don’t blame her, though, the mysterious guy was so much cooler. . .  ” attention momentarily stolen by a brightly lit sign that read, ‘dough re mi,’ he used his free hand to point in that direction before inquiring. “ wanna check that out next? ”

@vvinghero​​ liked for a starter

To wake up in a completely different world to a welcome package that suspiciously fits his interests and a small, oddly-shaped man who is apparently his roommate starting today isn’t exactly the morning Dabi had expected to wake up to. He initially thought that he must have been hit by someone with an illusion quirk but hurting himself, unfortunately, still doesn’t send him back to where he’s supposed to be. This entire situation rings even fishier when he comes to realize that he had arrived here on his birthday. What could possibly be the connection there?

His aimless wandering down the dark street comes to a halt when just up ahead of him, he sees the familiar pair of large feathered wings waving upward then diving back down in a flash of scorching hot crimson against the night sky. Seeing those wings sway like flames being roused by the breeze is almost enchanting if not for the fact that he remembers who they are attached to.

What the hell is No. 2 doing here?

Dabi’s instinct to go after the guy and intimidate some answers out of him runs through his nerves but he collects himself because 1) he somehow couldn’t intimidate Hawks no matter how much he tried and 2) he couldn’t afford to lose the fabricated bond he has built with him just yet. A disposable hero can only be disposed of when the time is right. So with that in mind, Dabi stays still on his spot as he waits for the No. 2 Pro Hero to fly close by.

Just as Hawks is about to swoop past him, the young villain brings his palm out and releases a burst of blue flames just right in front of him— close enough to alert (and hopefully annoy) the blond but not too close that it could have almost torched his face off. The flames dissipate just as fast as they ignited and Dabi looks up at his newfound companion with a feigned smile.

❝Hey birdie, you fly here often?❞

flash of searing blue catching his peripherals, wings sharply drew back and  beat to avoid flying face first into flames—— a cautious overreaction, because whoever did it knew what they were doing to keep him from doing just that. before his gaze even fell to look at who was responsible, his stomach had dropped in realization at the familiarly ( in both distinct quirk and exasperating audacity ) and it felt as if his heart had bounded into his throat; though it was fleeting, the startled expression that flitted across his visage disappeared just as quickly as the heat from the flames sent his way and was quickly replaced by his own faux smile.

ah, fuck. it was never supposed to stay easy, was it? 

dabi was a job and dangerous one, at that. hawks was well aware, that even without the hero commission up his ass, he would have no choice but to keep their facade running. while he enjoys the freedom that comes with this place, it was impermanent and he would not allow himself the comfort of growing soft or complacent. 

“ can’t say that i do, but i think i’ve found a reason to ! ”  

booted feet landing gently on the pavement, wings folded back and he fell into a relaxed posture—— it was as if he were greeting a friend and not a villain. there weren’t many redeeming qualities about the man before him, but if there’s anything hawks appreciates, it’s that he’s easy to talk to. never mincing words and falling into superfluous banter, it was a dangerous line to toe, but it seemed to be working in his favor. cocking his head to the side, he opts on being insufferable, to pay him back for the earlier fire thrown at him. “ hope you didn’t miss me too much. i’m a little surprised, though. ”

Aha, aha! The other understood his proudness of the tea shop - he had worked very hard to make a place even those who might not like tea as much could enjoy, so he grinned and enjoyed the praise for a moment before the time for professionalism came: there was no rule that said one couldn’t take the time to be happy of someone actually appreciating hard work, instead of ignoring it like back home might do with himself. Those thoughts aside, he nodded at what sounded like a customer who’d come a few times had praised this place’s name and their tea and recommended it to the other.

“Yes, we do have blends to assist with getting a good night’s sleep that are quite popular: but if you aren’t a fan of the bitterness of traditional blends, there’s ‘sweet iced tea’ as well which has sweeter flavours and still offers the same benefits: that way my shop has drinks to suit both hotter and colder weather, if you’d like to try the cold sweeter teas!” He paused to take one of the in-cafe menus that sat on the indoor tables, holding it out to the other to take if he so chose to. It would help the customer with looking at their selection, after all. However, Klug didn’t at all mind the change of conversation - in fact, his eyes sparkled at the chance to talk of magic. He LOVED being able to ramble about magic… “Yes, it’s a great collection, isn’t it? In fact, Aya helped me collect all of this: so really, the praise should go to him if you ever see him around as well…”

eliciting a small hum in gratitude after being handed the menu, he idly perused it whilst listening to the other talk about the sweeter options available ( he didn’t realize he was that obvious ). it goes without say that such a diverse menu was impressive and, with the pleasant atmosphere this place exuded, hawks mused that he would be keen on visiting whenever he needed a breather during his shifts. 

“ ——you and aya know each other? ” with the sudden admission from the other, hawks was more than happy to waste more time here; besides, it couldn’t hurt to get to know this guy a little better, too.

…Boomer…??

Aya doesn’t have a damn clue on what that means, but it almost feels like asking would be admitting defeat. So he just gives Hawks a look of judgement and shrugs. Whatever, it’s probably not important. 

❝ I guess we both got ourselves into this mess. Not new, isn’t it? ❞

It’s not the first time they were in a situation like this. Are they cursed or something? That wouldn’t even surprise him at this point. All he can hope is that he didn’t say or do anything too odd when he was with Chuuya. That embarrassment will be something that he’ll never let down. Sigh. He’ll deal with that later.

The sudden yelling made him cover his ears for a bit, and a look of surprise shows on his face once he hears someone calling back. Wait, that actually worked? Huh. Maybe they should have done that earlier. At the other’s question, he fiddles with his cape.

❝ I did, but… ❞

He immediately cringes. There was a very high chance they might get made fun of, and that would be an absolute huge blow to his ego. That would be awful, but it’s better than just being stuck here for hours and hours on end. Fine. They’ll just swallow their pride and go ahead.

❝ We should follow where it came from. Keep yelling, I guess. ❞

That’s going to be horrible for his hearing, but it’s for a (probably) good cause.

in situations such as these, it is best to arrive at the solution for them as quickly as possible—— even if that entails getting mocked after the fact; however, after so many dead ends and fruitless backtracks, there is little pride left to lose at this point. besides, it was not the first time he was in an unsavory predicament with aya and hawks accepted that it was probably their fate to be displaced and dense when in the presence of one another.

noting the other cringing, hawks mused that it would be acceptable to get laughed at, if only to bring the other down to his demise with him ( in a couple of months, they can always look back on this day and laugh at it ). regardless, he opened his mouth once again to be obnoxiously loud.    “ HELLOOOOOOO —— ! ! ”

getting a faint yell back, hawks had yielded to his own terms and had dispatched one of his feathers to find where they were; if anything, it would make this process much quicker and this headache of a night could finish peacefully. despite this, while he waited to find his feather to find its target, he could at least grate on aya’s nerves a little more. 

▹ @vvinghero​.

        HE IS AS A BEAST; forgone his reason, and in lieu of words endured something far greater. those eyes— they had the stink of destiny about them, set aflame by conviction and the desire to seize his rightful place at the top of the food chain. his ambitions had been set back somewhat by the circumstances, however this was merely a different world, same food chain. he would start by gathering what information he could of his new surroundings, with whatever was left of his powers.

        while his combat ability had been left untouched, every step felt heavier than before, for the force had forsaken this place. his abilities otherwise were severely diminished as a result, and yet his sensitivity to the thoughts and feelings of those around him remained intact. he could reach into the depths of someone’s mind and take whatever he wanted— it would be a shame to waste it.

        his first port of call was a local scoundrel; a pickpocket who thought it wise to try his luck with a stranger he’d never seen before. “ fresh meat ”, according to the scattered thoughts littering his bead, and kylo ren leafed through the rest for anything of value, while his unlucky conquest cowered in his shadow. paralyzed with fear beneath the supreme leader’s raised palm, the man’s eyes flickered beyond him for just a moment. noting this, kylo peered past a shoulder, but maintained his stance without falter.

             ❝ … friend of yours? ❞ he asked the unwelcome intrusion at the mouth of the alley. he could ascertain the information without need of asking, but he’d rather spare himself the time and effort.

using a handful of feathers as sentinels to keep his eyes and ears almost all - seeing,  a sharp intake of breath and curt crunch of gravel that had been caught by one of them was enough cause for hawks to abruptly change his course. thus far, it had been an abnormally quiet night and he could only blame it on the cold weather; had he any say in the matter, he would have had a peaceful night indoors, but his conscience would not let him rest. dramatically diving from the air, he caught himself landing at the mouth of an alley and his presence was quickly made known; however, at the inquiry, a slight tilt of his head was issued and lifted a brow in question.

“ ——friend? ” a desperate glance from the ensnared man was enough to send a pang of guilt rattling through his chest and it kept his feet rooted where he stood; shit, while he wanted an easy night, it did not seem like it was heading in that direction by any means. scratching at the back of his neck, he made a face that practically screamed, ‘i reaaaaally don’t want to be here right now, dude,’  and took to finally answering the man’s inquiry. “ aah, well. . . that’d be a pretty generous term. ”

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

▍ @tenelyte​ asked : I have no time for your petty lies.

man, you trick this guy with the classic, ‘ hey, i bet you can’t say peanuts without the t ’ joke and suddenly the world is fucking ending; with a heavy sigh, he shakes his head in sheer disbelief at how uptight kylo can be— granted, he should know by now, but he should at least try to loosen up. maintaining the straightest face he can muster, he offers a half-assed apology; even if he makes it easy, it probably wasn’t fair.

“ alright, you got me, big guy; i’m sorry, i won’t fuck with you anymore. no more grade school humor, i promise. ”

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

▍ @hakuchigun​​ asked : What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?

“ oh, chuuya, you fucking idiot—— did you really think i was being nice? i could laugh. ”

perhaps, he had led chuuya on for too long . . . overstepped some boundaries, but when he saw the crushed look that plastered itself upon his friend’s visage, there was a sick satisfaction to it; having been in last place for so long, now it was his chance. . . nicolette and chuuya had incessantly teased him about how bad he had been at video games for weeks and no matter how much he whined about it not being his fault for being so busy, they were relentless and unforgiving; even the slightest mistake he was punished for and honestly, hawks had suffered long enough— he deserved this. while it was underhanded, it still worked and that was all that mattered to the hero; he had suspicions that nicolette was in on his act and let him win, but for the sake of his ego, he wasn’t about to bring it up.

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

▍ @violetueur​ asked : Rancid beasts, every last one of us.

bird’s eye gaining an absurd amount of traction, hawks had the bright idea of doing a fundraiser for charity; since nicolette also lived with him, she also got wrapped up into said antics. . . once chuuya had stepped into the camera’s line of sight, the livestream demanded him to partake in their activities as well; it seemed they were cruel and unforgiving— so far, his eyebrows had been dyed a terrible shade of pink ( no thanks to nicolette’s encouragement and fueling the chat’s whims ), but if that inspired people to donate, he wasn’t complaining.

now? now it was simply gross. they were each assigned to make another a sandwich of anything of their choosing that was available in their pantry; the rules stated that whoever couldn’t finish their sandwich was going to be their next victim and, with how this night has been going, hawks wasn’t about to suffer that fate. nicolette had the brilliant idea of making the most foul concoction for him to eat and he was almost ready to throw in the towel until he saw the fucking monstrosity chuuya had the audacity to make for nicolette; hell, if she could eat that, he could eat fifteen of these. what he made for chuuya was definitely impressively disgusting, but it couldn’t put a dent in the soggy, eldritch horror that was on nicolette’s plate.  

once they all mustered the courage to eat their given horrors, revolted groans of,  “ oh god ”  were all in unison; fortunately, this task ended happily—— everyone had finished their sandwich and hawks could only assume they all did it out of sheer willpower and spite. the chat was flooding with disgusted emotes and in their triumph nicolette wheezed about their rancid behaviors; with a sickening belch, he adds.