LOUD CLOUD

70 horrible questions

Specify which muse for multimuse blogs.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Do you regret anything?

Are you insecure?

What is your relationship status?

How do you want to die?

What did you last eat?

Played any sports?

Do you bite your nails?

When was your last physical fight?

Do you like someone?

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Do you miss someone?

Have any pets?

How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Ever made out in the bathroom?

Are you scared of spiders?

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Where was the last place you snogged someone?

What are your plans for this weekend?

Do you want to have kids? How many?

Do you have piercings? How many?

What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Do you miss anyone from your past?

What are you craving right now?

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Have you ever been cheated on?

Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

What’s irritating you right now?

Does somebody love you?

What is your favourite color?

Do you have trust issues?

Who/what was your last dream about?

Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Do you give out second chances too easily?

Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Is this year the best year of your life?

How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Favourite food?

Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Is cheating ever okay?

Are you mean?

How many people have you fist-fought?

Do you believe in true love?

Favourite weather?

Do you like the snow?

Do you wanna get married?

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

What makes you happy?

Would you change your name?

Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you. What do you do?

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex whom you can act your complete self around?

Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Do you believe in soulmates?

Is there anyone you would die for?

He had hopes that he could film his talk show in peace. Just once. No heroes. No villains. No civilians. No one. Just himself and the listeners.

Those hopes did get crushed when Presbycusis noticed that blue in the corner of his eyes. A tell that there was in fact a hero there waiting for him. And man, did he just want to go to his makeshift studio.

“Hero,” the villain spat out, observing the hero carefully in an attempt to understand what he was going to do. It wasn’t like Presbycusis was doing anything wrong, but it certainly wasn’t right. And heroes would much rather get rid of their problems before further issues arise.

@havana-effects

"What a pleasant surprise," Oboro says sarcastically, his eyes narrowed at Presbycusis. "I must say, I'm something of a fan. Maybe if you cooperate, I'll be nice, give you some leniency. We both know how nice I can be, and I'm sure you can find some of that same kindness in your heart."

The old Hizashi would have. But people change, and Lord knows Hizashi was hit hard by Shouta's death.

In all honesty, Oboro couldn't fully blame him, as much as he hated it. Seeing how quick the world seemed to move on from Shouta's death, as if he was nothing- he doubted his path at every fork in the road.

But Shouta wouldn't want him to become the very evil he died fighting against.

Presbycusis had his teeth clenched. He was irritated by the sarcasm, and just wanted the conversation to end. He knew he wasn’t lucky enough to have the conversation end that quickly.

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you

He stood beside Dabi, on standby in case the next batch of possible recruits didn't prove to be fruitful. He kept his eyes open, as they always were, watching over every corner of the alley. Ready to warn Dabi at the first sign of trouble, or warp them both away to several exit points he kept within his lines of sight.

School started in the middle of last month, which was fine enough. His first year students were hellish, but they always are those first few years. His class wasn’t the problem. His nightmares weren’t the problem. The day he spent practically unresponsive after a flashback wasn’t the problem.

No, his problem was the USJ.

The first USJ lesson was usually his favorite of the year. It was the best time to see his students in action, observe their weaknesses and strengths, and he got to work with another rescue hero, an all-too rare occasion.

The villains weren’t involved in his plans.

His quirk refusing to activate wasn’t part of the plan. His skin decaying before his very eyes wasn’t part of the plan. His bones being broken by a giant with an exposed brain wasn’t part of the plan. His students being in danger was not part of the fucking plan.

He had to spend an agonizing amount of time in the hospital. Even spent the sports festival in a full-body cast.

So it was truly a relief when they finally got a tip about the very villains that attacked the USJ, and doubly so when he was given the all clear to investigate it.

He was able to obtain a decent vantage point looking out a building’s window while in a prone position, but he kept having to move his head out of the gangly guy’s view, and it was really hindering his ability to watch what was happening.

Judging by the way the two men were simply standing there, he guessed they were waiting for something, and whatever it was, it would be for the best if he caught them in the middle of its arrival.

There. A few people approach the men, and while he can’t hear what they’re saying, they seem to be what the men were waiting for.

He jumps down from his vantage point, using a cloud to catch himself in the air, before knocking his staff against the side of the nearest villain’s skull. Not hard enough to kill or cause lasting damage, but definitely hard enough to concuss and incapacitate, at least momentarily.

Kesuniiro stays off the side, waiting for Dabi's command. He never makes the call himself, for a nomu isn't programmed for choices.

Oboro tries to summon a cloud at the tips of his fingers, but his quirk fails him, just like back at the USJ.

He tells himself it doesn't matter, but he knows how much of a disadvantage he has now.

He presses the distress signal on his utility belt, suddenly grateful that Nemuri pressured him into it back in second year.

He knows the villains probably saw it, probably knew exactly what it was for, probably thought he was weak for it.

And maybe that's a good thing - get them to underestimate him, get them to be overconfident.

It won't last long if picks them off one by one.

He won't take that risk. He knows Shouta wouldn't.

He stood beside Dabi, on standby in case the next batch of possible recruits didn't prove to be fruitful. He kept his eyes open, as they always were, watching over every corner of the alley. Ready to warn Dabi at the first sign of trouble, or warp them both away to several exit points he kept within his lines of sight.

School started in the middle of last month, which was fine enough. His first year students were hellish, but they always are those first few years. His class wasn’t the problem. His nightmares weren’t the problem. The day he spent practically unresponsive after a flashback wasn’t the problem.

No, his problem was the USJ.

The first USJ lesson was usually his favorite of the year. It was the best time to see his students in action, observe their weaknesses and strengths, and he got to work with another rescue hero, an all-too rare occasion.

The villains weren’t involved in his plans.

His quirk refusing to activate wasn’t part of the plan. His skin decaying before his very eyes wasn’t part of the plan. His bones being broken by a giant with an exposed brain wasn’t part of the plan. His students being in danger was not part of the fucking plan.

He had to spend an agonizing amount of time in the hospital. Even spent the sports festival in a full-body cast.

So it was truly a relief when they finally got a tip about the very villains that attacked the USJ, and doubly so when he was given the all clear to investigate it.

He was able to obtain a decent vantage point looking out a building’s window while in a prone position, but he kept having to move his head out of the gangly guy’s view, and it was really hindering his ability to watch what was happening.

Judging by the way the two men were simply standing there, he guessed they were waiting for something, and whatever it was, it would be for the best if he caught them in the middle of its arrival.

There. A few people approach the men, and while he can’t hear what they’re saying, they seem to be what the men were waiting for.

He jumps down from his vantage point, using a cloud to catch himself in the air, before knocking his staff against the side of the nearest villain’s skull. Not hard enough to kill or cause lasting damage, but definitely hard enough to concuss and incapacitate, at least momentarily.

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

He'll be honest, he's not sure Hizashi likes any of this. Ramune, pocky, ice cream - neutral enough that most people would actually like it, while still personal enough it'll feel significant.

The main thing is the plushie. It feels stupid, giving a grown ass man a plushie because he's self-destructing, but Oboro thought it through, he promises!

It's a black cat, and Oboro used a bit of cloth bandage to make a scarf for it.

The idea was that if Hizashi continued to drink, cat Shouta would watch. Make sure he isn't doing anything stupid.

The whole concept is stupid. But maybe it's just stupid enough to help.

- @loudercloud

Hizashi groans to himself and reluctantly gets up. He doesn’t want to do this. He wants to wallow without talking to anyone.

"It's supposed to be Shouta. Not to like, rub salt in the wound or anything- it's... You say what you can't say to the real Shouta to the plush. And if you do anything stupid, it's like you're doing something stupid in front of Shouta."

He'll be honest, he's not sure Hizashi likes any of this. Ramune, pocky, ice cream - neutral enough that most people would actually like it, while still personal enough it'll feel significant.

The main thing is the plushie. It feels stupid, giving a grown ass man a plushie because he's self-destructing, but Oboro thought it through, he promises!

It's a black cat, and Oboro used a bit of cloth bandage to make a scarf for it.

The idea was that if Hizashi continued to drink, cat Shouta would watch. Make sure he isn't doing anything stupid.

The whole concept is stupid. But maybe it's just stupid enough to help.

- @loudercloud

Hizashi groans to himself and reluctantly gets up. He doesn’t want to do this. He wants to wallow without talking to anyone.

"It's supposed to be Shouta. Not to like, rub salt in the wound or anything- it's... You say what you can't say to the real Shouta to the plush. And if you do anything stupid, it's like you're doing something stupid in front of Shouta."

He'll be honest, he's not sure Hizashi likes any of this. Ramune, pocky, ice cream - neutral enough that most people would actually like it, while still personal enough it'll feel significant.

The main thing is the plushie. It feels stupid, giving a grown ass man a plushie because he's self-destructing, but Oboro thought it through, he promises!

It's a black cat, and Oboro used a bit of cloth bandage to make a scarf for it.

The idea was that if Hizashi continued to drink, cat Shouta would watch. Make sure he isn't doing anything stupid.

The whole concept is stupid. But maybe it's just stupid enough to help.

- @loudercloud

Hizashi groans to himself and reluctantly gets up. He doesn’t want to do this. He wants to wallow without talking to anyone.

"It's supposed to be Shouta. Not to like, rub salt in the wound or anything- it's... You say what you can't say to the real Shouta to the plush. And if you do anything stupid, it's like you're doing something stupid in front of Shouta."

He'll be honest, he's not sure Hizashi likes any of this. Ramune, pocky, ice cream - neutral enough that most people would actually like it, while still personal enough it'll feel significant.

The main thing is the plushie. It feels stupid, giving a grown ass man a plushie because he's self-destructing, but Oboro thought it through, he promises!

It's a black cat, and Oboro used a bit of cloth bandage to make a scarf for it.

The idea was that if Hizashi continued to drink, cat Shouta would watch. Make sure he isn't doing anything stupid.

The whole concept is stupid. But maybe it's just stupid enough to help.

- @loudercloud

Hizashi groans to himself and reluctantly gets up. He doesn’t want to do this. He wants to wallow without talking to anyone.

"It's supposed to be Shouta. Not to like, rub salt in the wound or anything- it's... You say what you can't say to the real Shouta to the plush. And if you do anything stupid, it's like you're doing something stupid in front of Shouta."

He'll be honest, he's not sure Hizashi likes any of this. Ramune, pocky, ice cream - neutral enough that most people would actually like it, while still personal enough it'll feel significant.

The main thing is the plushie. It feels stupid, giving a grown ass man a plushie because he's self-destructing, but Oboro thought it through, he promises!

It's a black cat, and Oboro used a bit of cloth bandage to make a scarf for it.

The idea was that if Hizashi continued to drink, cat Shouta would watch. Make sure he isn't doing anything stupid.

The whole concept is stupid. But maybe it's just stupid enough to help.

- @loudercloud

Hizashi groans to himself and reluctantly gets up. He doesn’t want to do this. He wants to wallow without talking to anyone.

Just please be reasonable you change into a different person when you're drunk.

- Ballz anon 🤞