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This is W A R
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THE BACKSTORY:
After a horrible fight between the great creator of One For All and All Might himself, the great Symbol of Peace was defeated and captured by the ancient dark Veteran of all the Villainous kind and his evil counterpart All For One.
Now in the dark grip of the League and their now absurdly grown clutches, the untied clans of Mercenaries, Independent Villains, other organized syndicate groups, Gangs and the League themselves formed an alliance under one banner to keep this new trophy out of the hands of the Heroes who seek to save him. The very same Heroes who have aligned themselves together as one unit in turn to rescue the very man that had saved them all once before.
It was time to take back what was theirs but not without a fight. All For One has finally gotten his victory and it won’t be so easy to take All Might back now. Not while he has gained the army he had once long ago. There would be no way around it. No way to avoid the fight to come.
This would be war.
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THE FINE PRINT:
PLEASE FOLLOW AND TRACK THE HASHTAG #Battle4AllMight or #MHAAOW for main event updates and mini-event prompts! Please follow, track and tag all roleplay relating to this event with the hashtag #MHA!AllOutWar: For rp purposes. Following the hashtags ensure that you’re up to date with everyone inside event including the important parts of it both Villains and Heroes!!!
This will be a week long event taking place from Sunday, July 15th to Sunday, July 22nd. Leading up to the main event ( the weekend at the beach ) will be a series of “mini-events” ( basically, small prompts meant to facilitate interaction between muses ! )
Make sure you’re following #Battle4AllMight to see these prompts and feel free to post starters using the #MHA!AllOutWar or #MHAAOW tag ( or look for a starter to reply to! )
To everyone who chooses to participate: Please be kind, don’t be nasty ( aka, be age-appropriate ) No killing of characters unless given the permission by the other mun, wounding and hurting each other is fine after all this is a huge battle. This is meant to be fun battle filled exciting fandom event so lets all try to have a good time! Thanks!
EVERYONE who may participate in this can be OCs, all pro heroes, all canon villains, oc Villain's and yes students who sneak away to help join in the fray may join but if your fellow Pro Hero Teachers find out they can bring down punishments! It should go without saying this is a duplicates-friendly event as well!
Got any questions and/or suggestions? Just contact me on my All For One Account at Dad-For-One!
Make sure to like or reblog to spread the word!
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"ok Toshi no more stalling. Ever since i saw your quirk levels on I-island i've known something isn't right! Quirks don't just deplete like that injury or not! There is something more that you are not telling me & you are going to tell me what it is right now.." Dave told the taller man as he stood in front of him with a less then pleased look. None of it made sense & he needs answers now. He will get answers with or without Toshi but he will find out the truth.
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Well, this was awkward. Didn’t see too many blonde, stringy haired cancer patients that looked exactly like himself. Toshi squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, then opened them again. ...Nope, the other guy was still there.
“Uhh... hm. You supposed to be my long lost twin or something? Illusion quirk?” he asked casually.
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@toshyagi is one of the most amazing All Might blogs I've ever followed. they were the first to ever interact with my blog and has stuck with me. their aus are imaganitive and so detailed, they make you want to jump right in.
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“You’re heavier than you look,” Endeavor was carrying the other man bridal style. The man was long and heavier than he seemed, frankly, but that’s no worries. Luckily Endeavor is stronger than he seems-which is saying something.
“Really, did you have to go and get yourself kidnapped? I thought you were better than this- or were you tired of not being in the center of attention?”
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木少年
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@toshyagi [ continued ]
Dark eyes lingered on the golden-haired hero, studying the way he held himself, the tension that was pulled tight inside him. Aizawa make a sound, heading to the kitchen to start a kettle. While the coffee pot called to him, it probably wasn’t the wisest idea this late at night. Tea would have to do.
“Old habits die hard.”
Where most heroes preferred to work in the day (when cameras would best be able to capture their daring deeds), or at least a balance of days and evenings, he had always done his patrols at night when he was more actively involved in the pro hero business. His style, stealth and ambush, not to mention avoiding the media, had thrived during the late hours. He’d yet to work the routine fully out of himself. “Tea?”
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@toshyagi ↳ continued from ⨯
He'd woken up in a cold sweat, his heart racing and his eye sight blurred by tears. His throat was raw from screaming, and he couldn't stop himself from shaking. The nightmare was still there, every time he closed his eyes. He could still see the image of his hero... his mentor... broken... bleeding... dead...
He gasped loudly at a knock at his door, and nearly jumped out of his bed to answer it. Iida stood there for a moment staring at him, the look on his face concern, and it caused Izuku's heart to freeze. It had been a dream right? Just a normal nightmare. Right?! He was shaking more and couldn't even give his friend a reason. Instead he pushed past him and took off down the dorm halls. His classmates were opening their doors, curious at the sounds, and he knew Iida was screaming after him but he couldn't stop.
He ran all the way to the teacher's lounge and slammed into the room. He ignored Mic and Aizawa and froze for only a second when he saw the tall blonde man standing there. Alive. He was alive. It had been only a nightmare.
He ran across the room and wrapped his arms around the man as best he could, and burying his head in the man's suit.
"You're alive..." His voice was soft as he whispered it, curling his hands into fists in the man's suit. "It was a dream..."
#toshyagi#rp; my road to being the number one hero ! ( main verse )#(( oops have some more feels ))#(( someday we'll have a happy thread ))
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[ from here // Yagi // toshyagi ]
「私が来た!」– Toshinori glanced out the window, watching the rain beat down against the glass of the commons area. The heat of the tea mug between his hands was soothing in the cool of autumn while the weather made his side ache softly.
“SO IT IS…” he hummed out softly.
Aizawa sighs, elbow resting on the arm of his chair as he stares out the window with that same dull, sleepy look he seems to survey everything else with. It’s hard to tell if he’s actually irritated by the rain, though the tension in his body certainly suggests that he’s not looking forward to having to go out in it.
As if just looking at the gray skies outside makes him feel cold, he burrows down into his scarf and hugs his arms tightly around himself. “Ugh,” he repeats. “It looks like it’s really settled in, too. If it’s still raining tomorrow when I have to patrol...”
He trails off there. The honest ending to that sentence is ‘I will still go out on patrol but I will very much hate it’ but that doesn’t seem to quite express the disdain he’s feeling for the weather right now. So instead, he just pouts at the windowpane from behind the warm, fabric shield of his scarf. “Ugh.” A boot scuffed against the floor emphasizes the point.
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“I heard about some rumor that it’s All Might’s birthday today. If that’s the case, I want to personally extend to him this sentiment...”
Tomura takes a deep breath.
“I’m going to make you wish you had never been born.”
[ @allfite @toshyagi @myspiritremains @symbolicpeace @all-rightallmight @solrisus and literally any other All Might muse]
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I’ve seen it before
It happens all the time
Closing the door
You leave the world behind
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//So, Spidey’s biggest fans are the Symbol of Peace, the purest form of boy out there, a chill bird guy, and the worlds biggest dick of a hero that’s not Iron Man, except much, much, much worse.
@toshyagi, @brxve-hexrt, @hxwk-eyes, @greatestheroicfire
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Aevi hated villains. It had nothing to do with the havoc they caused. He could care less. It had nothing to do with the people they killed. There were too many humans to begin with in his opinion. What he hated was the attention they got. Every time they caused a scene, hundreds of onlookers would watch, pitying the poor soul in his or her grasp until a wonderful hero came along to save them. For that same reason, he hated heroes. Attention seeking fools.
Ever since quirks became the norm, he found himself surrounded by those who would use their abilities to stand out in ways that others couldn’t. The only thing he found himself grateful for, was that he didn’t have to hide his own abilities anymore. When he had a cold and his fever caused him to glow, he didn’t have to hide and close all the blinds in his apartment. He could just go to the store and get medicine like anyone else.
However, just like anyone else, he could also get captured by a villain. So he found himself wrapped in the tentacles of some sort of evil doer trying to cause trouble while a crowd watched. He weighed his options. Wait for a hero, finish a quick interview about said hero, and quickly become forgotten about, or get himself out of this mess on his own and have everyone asking about his quirk and ask him if he’s another hero.
He was tempted to just let the villain be for now. That is until the tentacles started squeezing, cracking ribs and arms in the process. There was only so far until his body started fighting back on it’s own. His light began to shine, and his temperature began to rise. Soon the smell of burning flesh began to fill the air as his body burned through the limbs around him.
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#this got long i'm sorry#i got wordy and it's terrible#i tried to shorten it#★Aevi Memoria★#★not a quirk★
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@toshyagi continued from here...
「私が来た!」– A hand was raised in lieu of a verbal goodbye alongside a smile as he began to make his way towards the front desk one more. He leaned against the desk, hunched as he scribbled out his name onto the sign-out sheet.
Physical therapy was always exhausting and Toshinori slumped into the facility again on wobbly legs and slightly unsteady crutches. His smile was even more worn than before he had left as he carried himself to the front desk to sign himself back in. With a pleasant nod to those at the desk, Toshinori made his way back into the main part of the center.
The session had been rather short for the day, as, his legs had ( quite frustratingly ) begun to give out half an hour in. Despite his saying that he was perfectly fine and could go for a while longer… Chiyo had told him to leave – That he shouldn’t push himself like that. That he would do more harm than good. Rather begrudgingly, he had left his session early on achy legs.
Rounding a corner into the commons area, he put on a smile. The people here enjoyed his positivity, he was told so he would smile even when he wasn’t actually sure he could. Continuing his sore shamble, Toshinori offered up greetings and friendly exchanges with others as he passed. At least until he spotted a new face that he recognized. A hand raised in greeting as he approached.
“YOU’RE STILL HERE, YOUNG MAN?”
The whole half hour was spent getting to know the other employees and the few residents that were hanging around in the common area. He was given the rules and the general layout of the place and then was left on his own to mingle. He offered to take up some tasks for the day but in the end he was turned down and shoo’d away to make merry with the people. Apparently he was good at doing that too because several of the residents were laughing and smiling only a short while after he got here.
He was about to suggest he read a book or something when he noticed someone new come into the room. He grinned brightly as he jumped up and waved back to the man. Moving to his side he beamed up at him.
“Of course I am! I’m going to be volunteering here for the long haul! And some of these people are so nice.” He laughed happily as he turned to look back at the room. The general atmosphere in the place was chipper and happier than when he arrived and he watched some of the other staff seem to have a new bounce in their steps as well. This is why he wanted to do this. To make people feel better by smiling and just being himself.
“How was your appointment, Yagi-san?” Small talk he could do. Small talk he was good at. He wanted to get to know these people he was going to see everyday until he went off to college. He wanted to help them in anyway he could. Sometimes a simple conversation helped.
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CREATE A DRAGON BASED ON YOUR MUSE
Create your muse as a dragon then tag however many people you’d like to do the same!
REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!
Tagged By: Nobody
Tagging: @hxwk-eyes @toshyagi @branchingouttoheroism @errased @greatestheroicfire @thegangorca @united-smash
Name: Tokage the Skydancer Dragon
Element(s): Arcane
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era aesthetics
tagged by: no one really, but I stole it from @unsuccesscr.
tagging: @resilizuku, @horncd, @yoarsi, @torewindtime, @toshyagi, @aiitua, @grndzeros, and whoever else would like to!
bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse.
MEDIEVAL.
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
RENAISSANCE.
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.
BAROQUE.
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
CLASSICAL.
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble. sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.
ROMANTIC.
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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