Chargcbolt:

chargcbolt​:

    “I haven’t, not yet-”

    Kaminaris voice was also quiet and he wasn’t even looking a his friend. He had just relayed information to the league not long ago, sneaking out at night with the others help, covering for him just in case anyone came asking questions-…they knew what they had to do if questions were asked. 

    Looking over finally, he gave the smallest of reassuring smiles “I don’t like waiting either but it shouldn’t be long now…be patient” 

“Okay...” 

It’s hard to know whether he should be relieved or not. He should probably try to let it go for now, like Kaminari suggests. Their classmates could usually tell when he was stressed, and Kaminari would let him know as soon as anything changed anyway. But it was easier said than done.

“Yeah. You’re right.”  Sharp teeth worry at his bottom lip. “Uh.. do you want to play a game or watch something? I don’t think I’ll be able to get to sleep.” He doesn’t think about what it would mean if Kaminari was betraying everyone willingly or maliciously. If that’s the case he’d rather not know. Coward. He can’t do this alone.

"What did you do?" ( from ruby for kami HAHAHA )

My muse has been reverted to a child. Send "What did you do?" For my muse to still have their adult memories, or send "You can trust me, I'll help you" for my muse to having lost their adult memories.

“This isn’t my fault! It was someone’s quirk!” Kaminari pouted and crossed his arms because he could hear the ill hidden amusement in Ruby’s voice. Though it occurred to him that with his current 6 year old form, the pout probably wouldn’t help things. “Some guy stole a woman’s purse at the mall, and I tried to chase him, but then he did this and got away..” His hands crackled with electricity at his frustration. It was weird, because Kaminari knew how to control his quirk much better now than he had when he was 6, but it’s like his now tiny body couldn’t handle the quirk as well as his older one could. 

“And Re-recovery Girl can’t heal me because I’m not really hurt.. We just don’t know how long it’ll last with the guy in the wind.” He couldn’t believe that he had to deal with his issues with the letter ‘R’ again, his small lips struggling with the letter. This was so embarrassing. 

you can’t protect everyone.

                                                 I have to Try.

Send ‘rough touch’

memeroundups:

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

@chargcbolt​ | cont from x

  There was nothing but guilt-

   A shiver running up his spine as he heard her talk behind him. Kaminari had just came to relay his information and leave as soon as possible. He didn’t want to be there and wanted to be with his friends but-... “You’re not going to hurt any of them-...” Avoiding her question, he stayed staring at the ground.

   “- You guys promised if I keep giving you the information...you wouldn’t kill any of them-..”

“It’s just a question silly. You’re so tense!” Himiko poked the other blonde on the back of his shoulder, and sure enough the muscles were rigid. He was always like this, so guilty and meek and scared. It was cute. But he always gave them what they wanted, so really it would save him some trouble if he’d just calm down about it. It was out of his hands now.

“I just wondered. It seems like a hero could kill a bad guy if it was to save someone else right? You’d kill me if you could to save your friends, wouldn’t you?” They all knew that Kaminari didn’t want to be helping them, it would only make sense for him to try to betray them at some point. They just had to keep him adorably scared for as long as they could, so Himiko walked around the boy to face him.

“Light me up before I could carve them all pretty.” The thought brought a smile to her face, though they had promised not to kill any of them, and she supposed he could cling to that empty agreement a little longer. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’d kill you too if I wanted.” She reassured him. “But I don’t want to yet, you’re too sweet!”

"you can trust me, I'll help you" (for kiri 👉👉)

@chargcbolt

My muse has been reverted to a child. Send "What did you do?" For my muse to still have their adult memories, or send "You can trust me, I'll help you" for my muse to having lost their adult memories.

Eijiro jumped at the voice, his quirk activating and causing hardened skin to ripple across his body before disappearing everywhere but his arms. He didn’t quite have the hang of it yet. Looking up, he saw a blonde male whom he didn’t recognize, but he couldn’t seem to find his parents anywhere, and at least this man looked friendly. So Eijiro looked back to the blonde, hand moving up to sweep black hair out of his eyes when a sharpened finger cut into his forehead. He gasped in pain and bit his lip, working to make his quirk deactivate. 

He hadn’t done that in a while, but he didn’t know where he was or where his parents were and he couldn’t remember why. He bit his lip a little harder as it threatened to wobble, he wouldn’t cry, he wasn’t a baby. When he was sure that he wouldn’t cry, Eijiro looked back up at the man with a frown. He said he could help and that he could trust him, but should Eijiro believe him?

“Are... Are you a hero?”