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@embidoesrp-bnhaarchives - embi has a lot of blogs and listing them would take up a lot of space, but they’re all linked on her main blog! embi was the first person outside out my best friend that i ever interacted with, and i am so happy that i worked up the courage to reach out to her because she’s amazing. all of her muses are a lot of fun, and she’s always there with good ideas and is always so much fun to plot and talk with.

@galaxythixf - nova is so so wonderful. his writing is amazing, and he knows his muses so well. i am so glad every day that i worked up the courage to approach him because he’s genuinely such a nice person, and is always ready to throw ideas around and make them better with me. he has such wonderful insights into characters and always brings up things that i’ve never even thought of before. whenever i have any questions he answers them so nicely and patiently and assures me that i’m not annoying him despite the pestering.

@nitrosweet - quinn is so so wonderful. i love their proto katsuki so much, he is such a ray of sunshine puppy of a human, and quinn is so lovely themselves! i am always happy to see that they’re online because i know that no matter what we’re going to have a fun time! talking to them is always a delight even though i mostly ruin them with angst at this point.

     【 She watches with a steely stare as Endeavor stomps off, her nostrils flaring as she makes a pointless attempt at quelling her frustration. Rage from Maite often comes wrapped in a veil of icy calm, but this time she can scantly keep it under control—a wild animal held back with only a breaking chain. She can’t remember the last time she was this engulfed by emotion. Had the hero done any worse, she can’t say for certain that she would have kept herself from acting out in a way would earn her a suspension at least.

        Her focus shifts like the flip of a coin when she can hear Shouto’s shaking breath behind her, and she whirls on heel, slowly reaching out to him with a low-hanging hand. She doesn’t want to jar him.

Feeling the sensation of alcohol rush to her head - she was even unaware how this all started. Oh yeah! Tsu and herself sneaked to Nejire’s dorm to celebrate the success of Eri’s rescue. Little did she know, she would be engaging in her first alcoholic beverage that Nejire would supply for them. What a strange feeling it was, a mixture of euphoria and dizziness.

It was almost as if her hands worked automatically, reaching in her pocket to call the individual who has made her experience symptoms almost similar to this. Her brain had realized how real this was when she heard the faint soft voice of Todoroki answering on the other side, soon responding with a minor tone of hesitation. Was he worried?

Stopping dead in her tracks, she tried her best to maintain a sentence without slurring - however it wasn’t to much success.

     ❝Y-yes Todoroki-kun, I am in fact d-drunk! And I mean what I s-say!❞

Uraraka tried her best to lower her voice but to no avail. When he questioned her more seriously this time, her hues glanced around, occasionally squinting to help see in the distant to figure where she was. It was late, she was aware of that.

       you’ve got your hands trained in front of you writing something small because you’ve trained yourself to withhold. because you think about him / them / family too much & the tv station / the static / hums its tune out loud. in your veins, your body slow & even / you made a mistake playing a chorus on your head. you’ve made a mistake & your pointed stare     sacrificial mouth. glory haunts you like 5 - o - clock shadows, like school yard voices, like a promise you made 15 years ago. something tender / mistaking family for knives / so that everyone forgets you too / were anything other than a smile / lamb to the slaughter / gone.

  (  nothing rests easy on your mouth, silent nothing / violent nothing. the silence of this room, the pitch of a thrum, fuyumis last texts, the plead in her words: your shaking hands / your graceless hands       the restless / restless / restLESS guilt that threatens to eat you whole: natsuo todoroki, 19, never had mothers nature like touya, never held fuyumis gentleness like so. the only boy to fester with your fathers rage & bitterness. the reminder of your mothers love / your disagreements. the word family rests uneasy on your tongue, mixed in with the regret, held at knifepoint      a loss, how could you ever make up for that ? )

not moving feels like an act of forgetting, the taste of saltwater in your mouth a mere constant. the blood on your shirt washed out. sorry tastes bitter on your tongue, sorry tastes like the guilt in your blood, sorry tastes like            

                                                                   PING ! 

( they say your life can change in 60 seconds, but the emotions you take in 30 are so fast you’re unsure you’re suffering whiplash. with this aching, aching soul         you’re not even sure if it’s scientifically true . )

                  TEXT - UNKNOWN: hey, it’s shouto, fuyumi gave me your number                                       TEXT - UNKNOWN: i hope you don’t mind

     in the end, it always comes back to this. you, a dark glass thing, seawater stuck on your tongue & only kitchen knives for words. guilt curled like a dragon in your mind, all claws & teeth & fire. here, you’d take his hand & let the salt drain behind his ears: both electrolyte & sea. but what’s family, when everything shatters? you’ve always known, somewhere in a locked heart, what it is to unmake your own name, to stitch something new out of hand - me - downs, to call it your own like it means something, & god, you want it to mean something, you want a heritage that doesn’t taste bitter when you swallow, doesn’t stuff black leaves on your tongue & choke you when you try to breathe. there’s alarm bells ringing in your head, but all of them feel like singing. it’s a sound you’ve grown accustomed to living with, this melody of death.

        ( don’t look at them shouto … your brothers, they belong to a different world to you… )

      where is this world ? where is home ? ( it’d be more honest to ask what home is, but all you know is what it is not. home is where the shadows curl heavy, where footsteps have fallen silent. the dead air screams chilling to the bone & the crying to ice where you never could stand being awake without the pain, the sting, the cut of something sharp & reminding of just what you could never stop, you never could      ) where is home ? ( home is where the broken games & stifled laughter somehow let you make it through 16 years even when everyones leaving including you. the ending already written, the reminder of an older brother never able to make true on the promises he held for years. who could’ve meant something, which could’ve meant something. ) no, where is home ?

    sea things will change with every tide & suddenly you’re grateful that everything regenerates so you never have to be that kid again, that boy again         you pull your hunched back firm against your headboard with something of a determined sigh, fingers chilled to the bone:

TEXT - UNKNOWN [ DRAFTED ]: hey, ur more than welcome for my number, mum mentioned ur a fan of writing so we could do that instead maybe cuz then id have more to say without sounding like one of those annoying strangers bc i dont know much                                                     [ MESSAGE DELETED ]TEXT - UNKNOWN [ DRAFTED ]: hell yeah u go for it bro! a heroes gotta keep in contact with his family somehow. ure the only number i didn’t have so! ive wanted to ask fuyumi for urs for years but i felt it was inappropriate when i only knew about 2 things relating to you that dont involve him so                                                     [ MESSAGE DELETED ]TEXT - UNKNOWN [ DRAFTED ]: hey yeah sorry if i scared you the other night i bet i sounded just like him and freaked u out or smth. u dont deserve that. don’t feel like u have to know me out of pure diligence or so cause u dont i havent told you so much in 16 years but i love you so much and ure gonna be the best hero out there without him i want you to shove it up his ass                                                       [ MESSAGE DELETED ]

             “ Sooooo, ” Annie leaned on the table, inching forward ever so slightly. In a hushed tone, as if they were trying to discuss private information, they asked, “ What are the dorms like? ” With anticipation in their eyes, they awaited his response. Every time they saw the hero students’ living quarters, they couldn’t help but to wonder what was inside. Did they have training robots that lived with them for spontaneous duels? Robot guardians? Robots of any kind? Surely they had at least a roomba.