#splinterhero

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     eraserhead doesn’t have trouble swinging from height to height with his capture weapon – it just doesn’t happen, both because he’s become a master of his weapon, and because he has cat-like reflexes paired with supreme agility.

     it doesn’t happen, of course, until it does.

     call it a consequence of sleep deprivation – which it absolutely is – if you will, but no matter the case, the end result is the same; on the way home from a long patrol, he attempts to grapple a fire escape to swing off of, only for it to give way when his weight depended on it. plummeting towards the ground, he manages to hook his weapon around a higher pole and lands on his feet – just barely, and fumbling so much that his ankle twists, and aizawa only has his footing for a split second before he’s on the ground, on his ass.

      all things considered, a twisted ankle isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it’s embarrassing, and it, you know, fucking hurts  – but at least his pride is protected by the fact that no one witnessed it, and the only person who has to know is mic, who he’ll call to come pick him up. 

      right as he tells himself that, branches of initially unknown origin begin wrapping around him, starting from under his arms and gradually under his knees, until he’s pulled up and held in the arms of, you guessed it, kamui woods. aizawa doesn’t guess it himself until he frantically turns in his colleague’s arms to face him, pupils small and expression alarmed. 

      aizawa looks above, below, east, west, and then back to the man holding him, head turning in rapid, comedic succession. eyes wide and lips parted, he says nothing, and closes his mouth again. where… had even he come from? 

  “ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ”

        “ eh ... looks like that was a bitch. “ she says , watching as her partner helped load up the latest villain ... they had really made a mess of things. “ good job in handling it , k. w. “

     he  looks  to  the  phone ,   then  to  kamui ,   and  then  back  to  the  phone .    nevermind  that  he  can  somehow  physically  hear  him  pronouncing  it  incorrectly .      ❛   …  you  live   like  this ?   ❜    

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@oneshockyboi / @splinterhero / etc, Frankie you are the light that illuminates these dreary days. No really, I think you rival the sun, with how bright and full of joy you are. I know the days aren’t the kindest to you, but despite that you somehow manage to fill everyone else with such happiness. 

My top two favorite things about having Frankie as a mutual are: 

How open to plots she is! I’ve never once felt scared to suggest something to her, I pop into her DMs and go hey bitch, what if our muses, but fantasy and she responds with excitement that makes me feel so secure and validated. On my other blogs (bn/h/a), she was the first to jump at a chance to interact with my new OCs, and nothing scared her away. 

How excited she gets about the muses she writes. Never once have I felt a lack of pure adoration and passion for the muses Frankie adopts - and yes that term is the most accurate with her. The excitement and adoration is down right contagious - and it makes writing with her that much more fun. 

    “Oh no. A hero. Whatever will I do~” All For One taunted with a dangerous chuckle on his lips. Oh, the things he could do to this one. So young, so incompetent. Perhaps he’d be smart enough to simply run.

But that wouldn’t be the heroes way now would it~

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        sela is physically incapable of holding back the smile that grows , eyes momentarily searching around to make sure no one else was around --- she knew how much he valued his privacy even at just a small tip of his mask --- before landing back on him.