lcvetasted​:

“Not a melee weapon, no fun.”

“too bad so sad”

lcvetasted​:

“draw, bitch”

“Am I supposed to care?..”

“News flash! I’m the cute one.”

Disrupting my art to share that Mustard holds his gas thing like his school backpack and I personally find that adorable.

○ Mustard (BNHA) aesthetic/moodboard as requested by anonymous ○

Mustard from Boku no Hero Academia Has Gun

Requested by anonymous

Called my bluff

a drabble for @voltagecrow​

Out of bullets-

Mustard moved forward as the gas filled the surrounding, making movements near impossible to detect- well...not for him at least. Reloading the gun with the last few bullets he had, the kid kept an eye on the smoke until movement caught his eye behind his mask.

He had pin pointed exactly where Soren was so he knew where and where not to shoot- however- there was new detectable movement that was heading to where the older was- and fast.  The distraction didn’t even help him realize the glint of something within the gas, flinching as a bullet flew past his face and basically ripped the mask off, holding his breath the moment it did. 

Shooting at that direction before seeing that figure move in closer and from the looks of it, Soren was about to be blind sided. 

Eyes widened, Mustard not being able to speak to warn him as he held his breath. Without realizing, his legs started to move on his own into a running pace where he knew the older was. Gripping the gun, if he could just get between them and shoot first-

The first bullet hit the oxygen tank still strapped to his back, the others hitting his side, and femur, the last bullet passing near his collarbone and into Sorens arm.  Shock going through the kids body keeping him still, the hissing of the oxygen tank filling his ears as the gas lifted, stumbling forward til he was caught by the older.

Suddenly, that pain shot through as he coughed up blood onto the other, a painful gut wrenching scream bubbling out of his throat. A pool was forming around them quickly. Gritted teeth and tears pricked at his eyes, everything hurt-

He was hurting- every movement got a weak cry from the thirteen year old. A shaking hand gripping at Sorens sleeve “it hurts- ff-fuck it hurts-” he cried. That grey vignette filling his vision as mustard wheezed out “im scared i- i don’t want to die please-” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he found comfort in the older mans words.

He guessed he always did- they bickered sure, he wasn’t the best kid and would put others down but-... a sense a familiarity, a sense of warmth and this bond he couldn’t really put a finger on what it should be called. No matter the bickering or the arguments or that weird feeling- it all went back to the moment the young villain called someone ‘dad’ for the first time in a very long time...a foreign feeling. 

Eyes clouded over and the pained whimpering stopped soon after. Nevertheless, he got to feel that comfort before it took over.

       𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐲.  𝐈𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭…𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

    ind. semi sel / canon div.        mustard of bnha             by moth

voltagecrow​:

Soren glared as he followed after, moving behind the bar to grab a glass and a bottle of—some sort of alcohol. He didn’t bother to read the label as he poured himself a generous amount. “What if I’m not there? What if we get seperated? What if you get signaled out and you have to face him, or any other pro, alone?” Soren asks with a pointed glare. He took a long sip of the drink.

“On top of that, we might not always be there. Your quirk is effective, yes, but not if it gets erased. Do you really want to get captured by the heroes and be made a fool of?” He asks, now moving back around to take a seat on a stool. “Pros are ruthless when it comes to villains. They won’t hold back, Mustard.”

    His elbows rested on the bars countertop, fiddling with the revolver he had handy with him at all times. Oh deep down despite that ego the kid had, he knew Soren was right. Hell- even a couple of UA students still managed to bring him down.

     “Do you think I don’t know that?...if I knew how to fight or even had a chance I wouldn’t carry this” He pointed the revolver “I know they won’t hold back but that's why I don’t either...”

sure quirks are cool but have you seen GUN?

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

“.....”

capegrabbed​:

”….E-Eri.”

“How did you even get here, run along”

Help her

voltagecrow​:

Soren debates pining the kid down then and there to prove a point but decides against it. For now. He huffed and rolled his eyes. “How can you guarantee such a thing? What if you go up against someone with a quirk like Snipe’s? Then what? He has a mask much like yours and absolutely would beat you in a gun fight. Thus he nullifies both your gun and your quirk.”

    “Ah...the pro hero with the gun” Mustard moved to sit on the stool, his legs dangled before perching on the bar that connected the legs together. 

    “Do you know whether his mask actually has the capabilities to filter out the gas?...” a slow tilt of his head forward with a sigh “A fair point, however I’ll leave him to you or any of these other idiots to fight” 

“whos the sad lost child”

Help her

voltagecrow​:

He’s going to huff softly, glaring at the younger other. “That doesn’t mean you can just—skip out on learning how to fight.” Soren replied. “What if your quirk gets turned off by that one hero, Eraserhead, and your gun gets stolen by someone else? Then you’d be left defenceless and with a higher chance of getting caught.” He set his hands on his hips.

     An annoyed glance to the side as the other talked on. The kid shifted on his feet and adjusted the gloves he wore. “That’s the thing- it will never happen because I wouldn’t be caught dead in that situation...” 

@voltagecrow​ | starter call

      “why would I need to learn how to fight- I have a gun and my quirk. Fighting his childish and a waste of time”