#finally replied

@hanreixhannen​ said: Hearing Katsuki's words to the kid about 'Santa having a friend that went through something similar', as the dual quirked teen approached the two. And offering a smile toward the kid, he figured that the 'friend' he was referring to was Midoriya. Reaching a hand out to help the kid down from Katsuki's lap, "'Santa', do you want to take a break for a little bit?" He asked, glancing in the direction of his explosive friend.

Honestly, Katsuki was still reeling from from that one kid’s Christmas wish. Five year old Deku’s words kept playing in his mind over and over like a broken record. It was hard to shake the fog out of his brain. 

It took Todoroki’s words to get him to snap back to reality. “Huh?” He blinked at IcyHot for a moment before giving a nod and getting out of his seat. “Yeah... need a few minutes.” 

words couldn't begin to describe what whizzed around the mind, what words wanted to form but only fumbled and hesitated across the parted pads. and there it was-- that small ounce of a punch to the gut that couldn't be avoided for the most obvious of reasons. yeah, well it's too late for excuses. it continued to play over repeatedly in a loop that wouldn't cease the relentless assault on the mind. then the voices that forcefully shoved to the back and drew a veil began to seep out from the darkness they'd been forced to endure. whispers of such epic failures as losing his own wife to cause a downward spiral into the supernatural field, treading down a road that couldn't be joined at the hip nor wondered by another. deep pools of chestnut orbs traced from the soles of his own sons shoes, then advanced upward to the slight baggy worn jeans-- no one could forget a signature jacket of course. but the hunter just stopped-- merely stopped for a couple of seconds to take in adams facial features. how the last time they'd laid eyes on one another had been the previous visit, which felt like almost a life time ago from now. they'd both bared a mark whether it was physically, emotionally or mentally. from being down within the depths of hell whilst above everyone continued their mundane life without skipping a beat. what hadn't been expected on one part had been his own resurrection from the pits-- the visits with alastair that continued without a pause of tranquility. time just so happened to pass differently once below of course. weeks turned into months and even atop then it furthered into skipping down years at a time.

dipped into what little hadn't fogged up and clouded the memory were those pure moments of nostalgia. where the times had been spent with his youngest at the most simplest of pastimes-- a baseball game and supporting cap of selected team which sat tightly atop the head. worn down famous leather jacket hung on the shoulders, hotdog in hand that often suffered the sudden jolted grip from the adrenaline before subsiding the next. what was there to say ? john was a sports type of guy down at heart. baseball just happened to be fairly sat at the top amongst the most. often finding himself getting carried away just a tad, in the heat of the moment. with the swift movement of orbs to his side where adam would give an all knowing expression. where the former bellowing in raised volume slowly began to lighten and slowly fade into brief cheers and celebratory excitement. call it selfishness, call it whenever it stood out as but whilst enjoying those days of mundane activity with adam--- it not once crossed the mindset to teach his youngest the ways around a gun, let alone any given weapon to wield. whether it be with the barrel of a pistol, a machete-- the thought of dragging even the smallest hints of supernatural into the pairs world was almost unbearable. ignorance contributed to the down fall. to the absence of his own presence within that of adam and his mothers life. it left them vulnerable when tranquility lingered for such periods of time. it led to why the facade of a plumber, a handy man who worked behind the scenes of vehicles rather then defending humanity from that which goes bump in the night.

I’ve finally had the time to finish replying to all my asks! If you sent one over the past month you should see the reply shortly! Thank you for your patience.

xoxo

misha <3

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Looks like  @qdc-anna wanted to know a few things. O:

Nickname: Sue, Lynn, or even Misuki. All of those are based off usernames I’ve had on various websites

Star sign: I was born under Pisces, but I have more traits for Libra.

Height: Only 5′0.  ;-;  I’m so small.

Time right now: 6:01 PM

Last thing googled: “Mozart Lick me in my” - I was looking up this song for an RP with @scythesxroses and my Hetalia Austria Muse. xD 

Favorite music artists: Hm, I like a lot of them.  But because of my friend @scythesxroses I’m really into Vocaloids, Fallout boy and Adam Lambert. I really like video game soundtrack composers of all that games I have played too.

Song stuck in your head: Do-Re-Mi Rondo by Hatsune Miku

Last movie watched: The last movie I sat down and watched (as in, not playing in the background) was Howl’s Moving Castle, I believe. It’s been so long!

Last tv show watched: Saturday Night Live What you’re wearing right now: My favorite pink T-shirt with a black butterfly design/aesthetic, and pair of jeans that are almost the right length for my height.

When did you create your blog: I think back in winter of 2014?  I know I was still in college, so maybe a bit before!

What kind of stuff do you post: Everything, as my caption implies!  Fanart, fanfic, political posts, social justice posts, random memes/humor, just all of the above!

Do you have other blogs: I have a sideblog to dump my Papers, Please content so I don’t spam my other followers with it.  I’m also a member of my friends’ Oh, Technology blog, and Set Game Settings to Troll blog - our tech woes and gamer blogs, respectively.  We also plan on eventually starting a cooking blog together with another one of our mutuals.

Do you get asks regularly: Not really. o.o;  I reblog more than I answer.

Why did you choose your url: ALynnL is a handle I’ve used on many other websites.  I’ve used it on dA, Photobucket, a bunch of different places.  it’s a sort of anagram of my real life name.

summoner-nightcipher​:

Night had been reviewing suspect files for the better part of the morning when one of his officers entered, the look on his face telling him that they’d found one. Tracking down individuals in one of the busiest cities in Valoran wasn’t easy, but his officers did their job well. "I’ll go out personally. Keep searching, and send an officer out if you find any others." "Yessir!" ~ It took Night only ten minutes to find the woman in question. Though she dressed in a manner similar to that of Upper Piltover, the details were just off enough to show that she was not from around here. He approached her from the front, bowing slightly as he introduced himself. "Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Officer Cipher, working with the police here in Piltover. I had a few questions I wanted to ask you." He began, bringing a notebook and pen out of one pants pocket.

It was mid-morning and there was still so much to do on this block. For now though, the heiress was resting her legs and sitting down on one of the wood stools outside the deli. On the cramped ranch table for two, she had partitioned a third of the circular area to keep a plate of crumbs and a mildly warm cup of tea off to one side, while the rest was kept free for her pleasure reading. She had a crisp newspaper laid out in front of her, as she thumbed through the pages of Piltover’s Daily and scanned through some of the articles. The pamphlets were so thick and verbose, she thought, how were the commoners supposed to digest all of this? She continued exploring the columns of text, large page by large page. Was this all condensed information? Even though Arcen had leaflets, most news and especially gossip was spread by word of mouth up and down the grape vine of social hierarchies. These packets were akin to an anthology of drafts of short stories.

The topics she found were things her people would discuss: trends, specialty shops, and even reviews of the latest cultural shows. The parallels she found were fascinating; the Daily even had an obituary. There weren’t that many names oddly enough, but the voice of a man interrupted her thoughts. She was so engrossed by her findings, she had hardly noticed the officer that approached her.

She blinked, quickly putting down her reading material. Her fingers crinkled the papers, as she held them tightly in her grasp, but not anymore noticeable than that of being surprised. A policeman with pen and paper? Her experiences with men of the law had been less than favorable, even ones who had impersonated them for her noble causes. 

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