#anomied

[decayingmuses-blog]

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“ You have… money? That’s new. ”

     “Not really. I’ve always had money. I just don’t feel like spending it.”

[appxtence-blog]

@anomied

Sits at the bar and leaaans on it, chin resting on his hands.

“Ayo, daddy-o ~”

[endeclin]

anomied replied to your post “doodle request call while i go to the store? ;3c”

Twice smooching Kurogiri? Or just the perfect man we call Twice

personal space? dont know her .

[twistwaved]

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“ We are just a misunderstood loving family. ”

“A misunderstood family who attacks and kidnaps kids.”

[a-frozcnflame]

anomied hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: “ If a hero can’t be a good dad, I doubt that...

“ I beg to differ, Todoroki Shouto. ”

“ Huh? “

[iinteriitus-blog]

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     room is spinning. heart is pounding. can’t breathe, can’t breathe, head  a c h e s  it’s going to split open, voice gone, heart skips a beat, everything red, literal red as blood drips down his face. he has to do something. he has to fight back. his hand shoots forward.

     tomura is woken the second he feels kurogiri’s hand grab his wrist and stop such an unwarranted attack. he can feel his companion’s skin shifting against his own, cool fog curling around his arm. it’s such a recognizable feeling. it’s real. he’s fine.

     his wide red eyes move from the empty air to kurogiri, who sits at an angle by the bed. tomura doesn’t even notice it until the other reaches forward with his free hand to wipe tears from his chin that he’s crying.  f u c k .

          “kurogiri--” he chokes out. his voice is hoarse, strained. he hates it. “i’m sorry--”

[twistwaved]

anomied replied to your post: “Ya know… They’re really bad at being villains… Or...

“ We are just a loving family. ”

“A loving family who attacks and kidnaps kids?”

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mistletoe accident - with hiroto & kanjou >:3c

“you’re the one who offered to come to the bookstore with me, who said to meet at a certain time. so I’m wondering why you’re late.” lights from oversized christmas tree illuminates the two, both having decided to meet in the city centre. it had seemed like a safe spot to wait at the time, that is, until a old woman with a bun cart stops nearby. said cart is decorated crudely but most noticeable is the mistletoe hanging precariously from a thin pole attached to the cart. smart woman.

leans forward, just to give a quick peck on the lips before pulling away. didn’t want to overwhelm kanjou. “let’s go. or do you want a bun first?”