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midnight: it was a noun to some, simply meaning the middle period of night. but to a little girl, it was her mother's hero name.
gifted a strong quirk hailing from her father's side, and a stronger personality from midnight herself, that little girl grows into the strongest storms you pray to only see in your nightmares.
and yet, like both her parents, she looks like a daydream all the same.
though, it didn’t start out like that; in fact, at the start, nemuri wasn’t sure if she even could raise a child herself.
and she couldn’t.
but with the help of her two well-meaning, slightly idiotic friends, the task seemed just a bit less daunting.
a young con artist, the best of her kind, gets a job when a fellow con man introduces her to a villain in need of her deception skills.
the job requirements? infiltrate UA and weasel her way into shoto todoroki—as well as his family's—life.
for a year and a half.
it was a long con, and she was never a fan of those. especially when the chances of being caught by the number two hero were astronomically high.
but when the criminal dropped a stolen and stuffed moneybag at her feet? of course he became her newest employer.
the girl may as well have been walking into a burning lions den. still, she’d obviously bring her A-game and not rest until every last one of them was completely fooled.
forever is the sweetest con, right?
the general public had their doubts about the H.P.S.C. and a small few had the guts to voice it. one day, the words caught flame and began to negatively sway opinions of the organization.
the president knew she had to act quickly to maintain their pristine image of innocence. and what better way to convey that, than with a bright-eyed poster child?
now, she wouldn't use hawks for this; his big hero debut was already scheduled for his eighteenth birthday.
instead, enter project: poseidon.
it all started with the adoption of a five year old who gained her quirk and lost her father—a dear member of the H.P.S.C.—in the same night. what seemed like kindness, was only twisted preservation of the status quo.
but hey, what do you know? the media is a sorry sucker for motherly madam president and her abundant, charitable heart.
the whole country watched the young profitable girl at the woman’s side, raised in the dazzling, blinding spotlight.
and wow.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
AND THAT'S THE NEW IDEASSSS !! >:3
yes they're all taylor themed, sorry if you don't like her, but i'll respect those opinions. pls show the same courtesy, otherwiseeee
*cutely blocks you ! ☆〜 (ゝ。∂)*
ANYWAYS LMK IF YOU HAD A FAVORITE ONE THAT YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF !! IT WOULD HELP ME KNOW WHAT TO POST FIRST BC I'M INDECISIVE AS HECKKKK :)))
okie bye hehehe <333
Cowboy like me mood board <3
The modern version of Outlaw!Yuki is a die hard Chappell Roan fan.
Pink pony club is on REPEAT
Does anyone want to be tagged in part 1 of the outlaw Yuki fic?
Thinking about Outlaw!Yuki who brings back things for you from her gang’s raids.
Anything that she thinks you might like is taken and presented to you with all the air of a supplicant before a Queen. Yuki spoils you so much and all you have to do in return is look pretty and maybe give her a kiss here and there. Out of everything she has brought back for you, your favourite was Nobara.
Yuki had found the girl abandoned in the town square. She had been so scared and maybe Yuki really did have a spark of maternal instinct. She had picked the girl up by her collar, like a kitten being picked up by scruff of its neck by its mother, and put her on her horse. The girl had kicked and hit her the entire way back. She recognises the same fight Yuki had when she was younger.
You had scolded her for thirty minutes when she presented Nobara to you like a wet cat. But soon enough you were mothering Nobara as if she was your own.
Yuki thinks that you guys make a good little family.
Please, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative. It’s ruining my life 😭
I can’t listen to ‘random’ music anymore without you two koincidencing (yes – I just decided that it’s a verb).
I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me