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#❁ ║ ╰ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ╮⟨ ANSWERS. ⟩
divinemirage-blog · 7 years
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❛ well, Stella, this should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one another. ❜
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“ Y-Yeah.. ” Or a wonderful chance for her to fail and drag someone else down with her. They had been paired up for a group research project, where each team was assigned a location and a ‘villain’, fictional but based off of existing villains. The goal was to figure out a plan that combined both team members’ quirks to best defeat their assigned villain. Overall it was a bit different than the assignments that they had been given before, and it was pretty interesting to Stella; she only hoped she wouldn’t do poorly and make the poor guy suffer along with her.
Kaminari had always seemed nice enough, but Stella had never gotten the opportunity to get to know him - until now, anyway. The one reason that he had always stuck out to Genna was because his quirk was quite similar to her father’s quirk, so in a way she sort of lucked out in having him as a partner. It wouldn’t be too hard for her to understand how his quirk worked one she had it explained to herself; the only problem would be helping him to understand HERS, and then figuring out a plan that best utilized them both together.
“ Well.. I guess we should start out by telling each other as MUCH as we can about ourselves and our quirks. How does yours work, exactly? ”
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morallyskewed · 7 years
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this is a tag dump. i’ll update as i go, oops
#❛ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜʳʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳᶦᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ❜ ⁽ main ⁾#❛ ʷʰᵃᵗ? ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵏᶦˡˡ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ? ❜ ⁽ survivor ⁾#❛ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ❜ ⁽ just a little human ⁾#❛ ᶦ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᴼᴷ? ❜ ⁽ tbd ⁾#❛ ᶦ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʳᵃˢʰ ᵈᵉᶜᶦˢᶦᵒⁿˢ ❜ ⁽ ooc ⁾#❛ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ ❜ ⁽ visage ⁾#tag dump#❛ ˡᶦⁿᵉ ᵘᵖ ˡᶦⁿᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᶦᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᵏ ❜ ⁽ psa ⁾#❛ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ? ❜ ⁽ shameless ⁾#❛ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ? ❜ ⁽ deathmatch? nah. ⁾#❛ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ; ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ. ❜ ⁽ answered ⁾#❛ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ❜ ⁽ meme ⁾#❛ ᶦᶠ ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ʷʰᵒ ᶦ'ᵈ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ❜ ⁽ promo ⁾#tags
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divinemirage-blog · 7 years
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"Whoa whoa whoa, lighten up! I'm as cool as they come, okay?"
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“ … ”
She was pretty suspicious of him. No one ever asked Stella about her quirk; not unless they were poking fun at her, at least. Most people didn’t want to know the truth behind how it worked, so it was a very curious thing for this guy to suddenly be so interested in it.
“ Well.. only if you’re serious. What do you want to know? ”
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divinemirage-blog · 7 years
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The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up
Tarot Card Prompt
Stella’s worst habit is her own self doubt, and it can make her spiral out of control very quickly. Her conviction is her strength, and when she doesn’t believe in herself it’s hard for her to do pretty much anything. It stems from a subconscious fear she has of herself; whether or not her quirk is evil, and if she’ll ever be worthy enough to become a hero.
This most likely occurred because of how most of her friends became afraid of her after she developed her quirk. Most people are afraid of spirits or ghosts, but especially children, and they never could see past their own fears to be able to accept Stella for the way she was. When she hit middle school, she did meet a girl name Kimi who stuck by her even after Stella entered U.A. High School. Kimi saw the sweet, bubbly girl that hid behind Stella’s cold and withdrawn demeanor despite her ‘scary’ ability.
With her parents’ and Kimi’s support, Stella has gotten somewhat better about believing in herself, but she still has a long way to go before she’ll ever be able to consider herself good enough to become a professional hero
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divinemirage-blog · 7 years
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📖
Send 📖 for my muse to read out an entry in their journal/diary! ACCEPTING!  
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MARCH 12
Today I met a new man named ‘Jeff’. He asked me to help him with something important. I tried my best to help him, but whether I actually helped him or not I really don’t know. He wanted me to tell his wife something. It took me a little while to find her; she lives on the other side of Tokyo, after all.
Anyway, I knocked on her door and gave her my name and that I had a message for her. He wanted me to tell her that it wasn’t her fault, that he had just been suffering for a while and that it had nothing to do with her. The lady started crying and slapped me. She called me crazy and a liar, and then told me to leave and never come back..
I’ve been crying about it in my room for the past half hour. I can’t find Jeff, so I’m assuming I did enough to help him pass on to wherever these people go once they’re done here, but.. I just feel so alone? And I feel so ‘wrong’? I don’t know if I blame the lady for feeling that way or not, but.. What if she’s right? What if I am just crazy? What if I end up just like Jeff?
Happy Birthday to me, I guess..
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