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      “You’re a hero, are you not?” a voice came from afar. He slowly approached her, hands jammed into his pockets. His long strands of hair flowing in the slight breeze. These days, it was a hit or miss when someone, heroes included, knew who he was by looks. His long hair helped throw people off, as most of the time, folks were looking for short white hair on a guy. But his wrinkles and scars were sort of a dead give away. But that required one to closely inspect his face.

—– Don’t forget to take flight,【アオカケス】

                                    ❛❛ Tough-fluff-san! ❜❜ The overgrown bird calls, wings flapping a bit as they all but slam into the smaller woman, hugging her tight. Practically vibrating after returning from their trip to the Netherlands. The intern more than happy to be back in Japan, wings flapping as they squish the poor woman in their grasps.                                      The time they’d spent in the Netherlands had been nice, comforting, in fact. Though it made them realize the issue with their relatives didn’t stop at their mother. They don’t think they’d be going back anytime soon. Especially to see her side of the family. But hell, who needed the Dodger family when they had the family they’d made here in Japan? ❛❛ How have you been? You look good. What did I miss here in Japan? ❜❜

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                                Bare feet thump gently against the hardwood floors as they move about the kitchen, wings tucked tight to their back to avoid any misplaced feathers. To say they were a bit nervous is an understatement, glancing to the box neatly wrapped in furoshiki. They wanted to surprise her and thank her for wanting to take them under her more metaphorical wing, it would seriously cut down on their ‘off’ days, but having just sunday was enough if it meant more experience.

                                They glance back at what they’re making, brows furrowing. Canadians, they swear, come up with some odd things. But, oh well, Andromeda sure seemed to enjoy their test run of this recipe the other night. Poutine was such an odd dish, however. The door bell startles the blue jay, feathers jutting out as they puff and harden, quickly smoothed back down as they move to answer the door. Already they can hear the jingle-jingle of the cat coming rushing down the stairs.

                                ❛❛ Etsu? Come on in, careful of the cat, she likes to meet new people... ❜❜ Light meowing comes from Starlight as she weaves between Virgo’s feet. 

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ᴵⁿ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵉ: @woolspun​​ said: ⋙ “ no “ for the pin meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ if u wanna !!!

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM !

┋ 蒼炎⋙—.❝I said, “You’re in my damn way, Hero.” 

Move, or I’ll move whatever’s left of you when the fire dies down.❞

  His words were barbed; dripped down the trellis of his tongue, as he examined the diminutive, yet adamant figure who dissuaded his movements. All the seething and all the venom, it wasn’t ignorance that conjured his ire. It hadn’t escaped Dabi’s awareness that the half-pint hero had swept in quickly and deftly, pressing his lean frame against the wall at his back, when a quirk-related accident caused significant structural damage to a nearby building. As a result of Etsu’s actions, the debris missed him, but he wasn’t permitted to get involved further, either. Other heroes and responders were already tending to the situation as per their capabilities, and Dabi’s attention was divided neatly between being livid that this little cotton elf had rushed to protect him, a man hellbent on dismantling the structure that she cited by her actions  -- and a keen desire to ditch the scene before other heroes took notice of his presence.          

     Bit by bit, chaos was becoming more common, even in broad daylight. The Liberation expanded by the hour, it seemed, and some of these new dissenters would find their way into the ranks of the Front, itself. Dabi didn’t have the luxury of screening the source of the ruckus, escape took priority. And that was proving to be an undesired challenge, under his little rescuer’s care. If it came to it, he didn’t mind throwing some violence of his own into the mix, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself just yet. It was vexing enough to discuss his grievances with the hero who pinned him, at present.

   ❝This puffy stuff is annoying, by the way. You the Cotton Candy Hero? I bet it’s flammable as hell, huh. 

    You really did yourself a disservice, yanno? Why would you even bother shielding me? Just following your script, eh? Too bad. I don’t feel like getting captured out of gratitude.❞ 

    being a lesser-known hero came with pros and cons. like the pro that less people were inclined to notice you, meaning that stakeouts in places FULL of people were perfect for you.     etsu is… not a ‘ clubbing ‘ type of gal. the constant thump of the music’s bass throughout the building’s floors and support pillars are starting to give her a headache, the pint-sized hero’s hands lifting so that she could idly rub at her temples.     this stakeout wasn’t going anywhere, either. the target had yet to make an appearance, which likely meant there’d either been a leak of information OR tonight just wasn’t his friday night. it surely wasn’t etsu’s. she’d much rather be home, curled up amongst her fluffy blankets with some old movie on.          ♪ ❝ like it, love it, need it bad                take it, own it, steal it, fast                boy, stop playing, grab my ass– ❞ ♫    and this music ? so raunchy… heesh ! she needs fresh air. now.     the doors of the club are thrown open roughly, etsu’s back pushing against the cool brick. phew. it was so much cooler out here than in THERE.     tough fluff blinks then, amber eyes staring across the street to where she SWEARS she saw movement. maybe someone needed help, had a little too much to drink ? the woman’s heels click against the pavement as she makes her way to the backstreet, her mouth forming into a thin line.     ❝ hello ? is someone there ? ❞

It wasn’t that the girl was bad at her job. In all honesty, she’d done an admirable job tracking him this far. Even Dabi could appreciate that her anonymity leant itself to how well to this kind of mission - whoever she worked for was smart. If she worked for anyone at all. Perhaps she was the mastermind. If so, he’d need to pick her brains... Unfortunately for Etsu, Dabi had his hands in just about every street of this rotten city. He wasn’t sure if she was tailing him or his group, but her behaviour had been suspicious enough that two separate people had come to him about it. So Dabi had spent the last hour or so watching her, trying to decide for himself. The way she scanned the crowd, so painfully an outsider here, was damning evidence in itself. The fact that she all but fled was enough for him to follow her outside. Pale blue eyes tracked the way she gulped down air, her soft peach-coloured hair bobbing as she took a moment to collect herself.  The way she snapped her head to follow his movement delighted him - fuelled his predatory nature. When she called out, he saw no reason not to show himself. Perhaps it was arrogance, but she didn’t read as a real threat to him.

Send ☕️ + an rp topic I will give my honest thoughts and opinions on it

Coughs as I insert my ocs into canon events.

Listen, I get it--ocs are under more scrutiny, and I think the reason why has to be how most of us were introduced to them. The way when we were young, creating vampire gods who turn things to gold, or mermaid princesses who can fly and live in space; things that make little sense, or things that are overpowered and marked as ‘mary sues’. You’re told those are bad, or wrong, and that you need to make something believable, and it gets ingrained into everyones head when they see a new OC around--that they have to be sidelined to fit in, they can’t be apart of main story lines of the material you base them off of, that they can’t be stronger than the main cast. 

When you take a canon character to write, things are laid out, people KNOW that character--but they don’t know YOUR oc, until interacting and learning about them first. I think that’s a lot of it, either people don’t want to learn, or they do, but don’t know how. 

I understand that if you rp a canon character, you wanna rp with canon characters! No one denies that, because like, same, but, as someone who makes ocs, who’s friends make ocs, and who loves to see other peoples ocs, it adds a new layer of something NEW, a new interaction to try, not something already paved for you to go into. Someone new for your character to make relations with, whether it be good or bad ones. It does suck that ocs get noses turned up at them, and I would be lying if I didn’t say I’VE done it before, because someones character just didn’t vibe with me--which, again, I think is always fine. Never feel forced to interact with someone no matter who they are playing, but also, give peoples creativity a chance! You’d be surprised just how well your canon character and an oc can be together. 

People who write, and roleplay their ocs, I think are admirable because it’s TERRIFYING to approach canon characters as an oc, because of that fear you’ll be scoffed at for it or a complete lack of interest because you’re not apart of canon story line. Did this make sense? WHO KNOWS. WORD VOMIT.