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[t0d0r0kit0uya]

MUN | MUSE | RULES | RELATIONS

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

Forgetting Tumblr exists half the time.

I have no idea how to build interacts on here - esp with my low activity. 😬

[memetaped]

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

[symbol-of-terror-a-deactivated2]

@t0d0r0kit0uya​ from ♚

 There’s a noncommittal shrug that doesn’t give Dabi too much of an answer, Tomura’s bare footsteps quiet on the cold floor as he takes a sit nearby with the grace of a man who was seen better days. A hand reaches to rub through his face, white eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones like butterflies as he blinks a few times as if to blow away any faint hint of sleepiness, crimson finally focusing on Dabi then.

— “Should? Sure. Can? Not as easy.” a hand reaches inside his baggy hoodie, pulling out a warm thermos whose content is promptly poured into the cup, and then offered to the other man in a clear friendly gesture, of the kind that wasn’t usual from Tomura, “Fond of mulled wine?”

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

At an ( initial ) lack of a proper answer, he hadn’t offered a return. Gaze, instead, inspecting the other as he had taken a seat, and as he had combatted his own tiredness. A few instances in which his gaze had flicked away, it had always returned, and it’s focus regained as he had heard a response.

“Can . . . yeah.”

Weak agreement, but agreement nonetheless. The remark accompanied by a nod, and a hand traveling to rub at the nape of his neck.

Minimal quirk of an eyebrow, at the offer of a drink.

“Well, as long as it’s got a taste of alcohol I think I’ll like it.”

Gesture accepted, as hand reached out to grasp the cop the other offered.

[remcadll]

[lovefromnoah-archive]

HALLOWEEN THEMED SENTENCE PROMPTS

“You can’t tell me you’re actually afraid of this movie…”

“I think she lied to you. This isn’t a costume party. No one here is wearing a costume.”

“Are you afraid of the dark?”

“Did you want to hear a scary story?”

“Love your costume. What made you choose it?”

“Are you sure you want to go into that haunted house?”

“Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be trick-or-treating?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“The fact that I’m single for Halloween sucks.”

“If we’re both single next Halloween, you’re allowed to put a curse on me.”

“Do you really think the curse is real?”

“Have you ever been kissed in a pumpkin patch?”

“Do you want to go through the corn maze?”

“I told you we should have done couple's costumes.”

“I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.”

“Do you like my costume?”

“Guess I’m the little devil on your shoulder, huh?”

“I like to think of myself as the angel on your shoulder.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance?”

“Do you want to dance?”

“The Monster Mash is a classic. If you say otherwise, you’re a liar.”

“How do you feel handing out candy tonight with me?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can leave if you want.”

“We should leave the costume party.”

“Do you think I could win the costume party?”

“I hate bobbing for apples. It’s always such a mess.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Sorry I have to take the fangs out before we kiss.”

“Do you believe in ghosts or not?”

“That’s a mighty sexy costume you’re wearing.”

“I like your jack o'lantern!”

“Do you like my jack o’lantern?”

“Shut up, that’s not what I meant.”

“Stop using the Dracula accent, it’s not cute.”

“What are you even supposed to be?”

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

“you should be asleep.”

     Having not noticed the presence of the other, prior, hearing the string of words had come at a ( slight ) shock. Gaze were snapping to the other, eyes have lidded in a mix of laziness as well as tiredness, his lips drawn in a line, in a rather blank, and bored, expression.

     “Should I?”

     Offered back, the question, as he had slouched into the sofa he were seated upon. A yawn separating his lips for a second time, prior to a third before he had spoke, again.

     “An’ what about you? Shouldn’t you be?”

     Though of a defensive manner, the words weren’t spoke in such a tone. His tonality had matched that of his expression, of his posture, a lazy and tired sort of mess.

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

zettatrixs​:

     He could have picked anyone to follow around for observation, but this seemed to be the most interesting. It wasn’t like if it lead to a dangerous situation he would be unable to handle it. Plus, there was just something about the urgency that this man walked with that had him more than interested to see where he was going. 

     The only sounds he made were the quiet taps of boots against the ground as he remains a few yards back. All of the people here were interesting for sure, but there was something that stuck out to him about this particular man. Maybe it was the way the way he hid his face, or possibly darkened scarring all over from what he could see of his torso stuck out, almost reminding him of the way his own flesh had stained with the taboo that ran inside of him when he had still been a Reaper, or maybe it was something he simply wanted to factor out.

     As the man was slowing to retrieve something that Sho couldn’t quite see yet from his pocket, he was allowing himself to slow down as well, but takes the time to move closer. Could people in this world see him? He didn’t doubt it, but he hasn’t been able to test it yet. Since arriving here, no one has bat an eye in his direction, but he hasn’t tried to interact with anyone yet. It felt distinctly different than the UG, almost like he could interact with anything and everything he wished to.       While ducking back into a small hiding place, Sho was snagging a small rock in hand, bouncing it in his palm. It seemed that it was time to test his calculations out, given that there weren’t too many people around to cause him to bite off more than he could chew. He waits for the moment that the man’s head is ducked before he tosses the rock, aiming it perfectly between the shoulder blades. 

As soon as the stick is reaching the surface of a scarred lip, soon to be contacted by one, not scarred, there’s a sensation of pain.

Sensing it, at his backside, there’s a pause in every aspect of his movement. The steps, of worn boots across the pavement, ceasing, the movement of hands to his lips, halted. He hadn’t even lit the cigarette he were to occupy himself with, on his urgent route, to an unknown destination.

Proceeding the pause, there’s a slow turn of his head, gaze guided back, behind himself, and azure hues searching for anything - or anyone - that may be the source of the pinch of pain he had felt at his backside, between his shoulders. A squint, coming as an action, too, before his stare had returned ahead of himself, and a shrug had brushed off the events, entirely.

Though he had noticed nothing, now, it hadn’t meant he’d continue his entire way without noticing a thing. And, once he had, the danger the other thought of were surely to be present. A hint at such, as the tip of a finger were finally lighting with a minuscule, blue flame, igniting the stick settled at his lips. Footfall, carrying on.

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

runningthevoid​:

She nods back, hands clenched in her lap. As nice as it would be to ‘chill’ topless like he was, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

Awkward . . . silence, for a moment. Seeming odd to be staring at her.

“Just goin’ to sit there without saying anything?”

[cursedspaceofair]

angst dialogue prompts

“don’t touch me!”

“stay away.”

“why do you love me?”

“i hate you.”

“fuck off!”

“you’re the worst.”

“why can’t you just leave me alone?!”

“do you really love me?”

“you’re hurting me!”

“let go of me.”

“leave. now.”

“get out.”

“no, you don’t understand! you think you do, but you don’t!”

“i’m tired.”

“hey, hey look at me. we’re gonna be okay.”

“i love you.”

“i can’t live without you!” “yes you can.”

“who do you think you are?”

“you’re worthless.”

“leave me alone. please.”

“it hurts. it hurts so much.” “i know.”

“please don’t leave me.”

“stay.”

“it’s time to let go.”

“why are you still here?”

“you should be asleep.”

“you shouldn’t be here.”

“this is none of your business.” “yes it is!”

“please take care of yourself.”

“i can’t keep doing this.”

“what are we?”

“did i ever mean anything to you?”

“i told you to leave.”

“stop talking.”

“i don’t know what to do.”

“can i stay here for tonight?”

“i didn’t know where else to go.”

“stop yelling at me!”

“why are you crying?”

“are we really just friends?”

“did you ever care?”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i don’t deserve this.”

“you don’t need me.”

“stop lying!”

“be careful. please.”

“where are you going?”

“get back here!”

“please be okay.”

“hang on, we’re almost there!”

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

Sorry about the inactivity yesterday! I forgot to mention it somewhere that I am a full-time student at college. Tuesday’s are by far my busiest days, I have three classes so unbearably spread out, and a late one that goes on for three hours.

Should have time to be on here today, however!

[weirdlypersonalrpmemes]

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 2. ⤿   inspired by my ocs

send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse! 

[ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious?

[ 🪁 ] does your muse have a special talent or hobby they devote themselves to? why is this talent or hobby important to them?

[ 🩰 ] is there a type of fashion your muse prefers, or do they not pay attention to their appearance at all?

[ 🍮 ] is your muse intelligent academically? do they have any other intelligences?

[ 🧀 ] is there something your muse can’t live down, no matter how hard they try? what is it? if not, is there something your muse has said or done that embarrasses them?

[ 🦋 ] does your muse have any unconventional interests? what are they?

[ 😈 ] does your muse like to prank others? do they do so often?

[ 👨‍🏫 ] how much does your muse care about image? how would they react if something personal got leaked about them?

[ 🔇 ] is your muse a pushover, or do they tend to stand up for themselves?

[ 🪀 ] what was your muse’s childhood like? how did their upbringing affect them?

[ 🐺 ] does your muse have trouble relying on others? why or why not?

[ 👶 ] is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?

[ 🍔 ] what is your muse’s favourite food? is there a reason why they like it so much?

[ 🏳️‍🌈 ] how does your muse’s sexuality and gender identity impact their life? do you have any specific headcanons about it?

[ ⚖️ ] how does your muse feel about their job? what’s their dream career?

[ 👻 ] does your muse have regrets? what are some of their deepest ones?

[ 👑 ] how conventionally attractive is your muse? are they confident in their appearance, or are they more insecure?

[ 📢 ] what does your muse’s voice sound like? is it high-pitched, or deep? is it nasal or set in their chest? describe it in as much detail as you can.

[ 🤸‍♂️ ] how flexible is your muse physically? can they perform acrobatics? are they good at yoga?

[ ⚽️ ] is your muse athletic? are there any sports they like playing?

[ 🌺 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents? are there specific things they like/dislike about them?

[ 👨‍🎤 ] would your muse define themselves as rebellious or by-the-book? what are they, actually?

[ ❄️ ] is there any special meaning behind your muse’s name? what is it?

[ 🎤 ] does your muse tend to date people who are supportive, or do they attract people who are more manipulative? why do you think that is?

[ 🧜‍♂️ ] is there anyone that isn’t part of your muse’s blood family that they consider family? what is their relationship with that person or those people like?

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

runningthevoid​:

Proceeds to also chill, though with slightly more clothes on.

Proceeds to look, a nod in acknowledgment.

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

symbol-of-terror​:

The success of his small revenge with the dirty shirty doesn’t grant him as much pleasure as one would expect, his fingers reaching to rub the bridge of his nose before grumbling a reply.

— “No you can’t.” he states, not a hint of hesitation whatsoever, “Ya want fun? Become a clown. You’re not too far away anyway, just gotta keep this shit a bit longer.”

He turns around then, waving off his hand dismissively toward the other as heading in search of a fresh shirt.

The other’s lack, of pleasure, preferred, as he hadn’t seen a reason for him to gain anything of this. He were the one with the entertainment, the prank.

“No? - Ouch. A little harsh of you, ain’t it? With the way you’re looking you could become on right with me.”

Tossing the remark back, in the other’s face. A minimal huff attached to the end of his words. Meanwhile, as he watches the other, he’s using his ( now dirtied ) shirt, to wipe the sticky red off of his face.

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

Here is the most recent photo of my baby, Oliver. ♥️

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

There’s not any way to trim posts on a phone, is there?

[t0d0r0kit0uya]

I’ve seen a lot of cats on blogs and such . . . I, myself, have a cat, and would LOVE to share him with anyone who’d like to see him.