#cruorquirk

[stompquirk-a]

@cruorquirk​  ♡’d for hanae!

      ❝If you have anything to say to Daiten, you can bring it up with me first.❞ Daiten’s battles were her own, but it made Rumi nervous on possible vendetta’s. Taking notice of the other girls' prosthetics, her lip twitched. Why should she feel even a shred of regret, when she was the villain here? If anything, she should be pissed that this woman caused such a bump in her little girl's future.

     ❝I don’t think you’re looking for trouble, right? It won’t end well, ya know.❞

[keshimasu]

@cruorquirk said: Tomura grabs both of aizawas arms, pulling them back harshly as he steps on his back, pinning him to the ground. “ now how about you WATCH as the league destroys your class ? “

“We’re really doing this again?”  It’s a bad response, but the other options are either laughing hysterically or completely losing it.  Neither of those would keep anyone alive.  “Thanks, you’ve given me the perfect view.”  It’s still uncomfortable and he’s surprised his heart hasn’t broken the sound barrier at the speed it’s going.  There’s a choice to be made on who to look at.  Tomura so far isn’t the biggest threat as long as he stays where he is.  “They did just fine last time, I think they can handle this.”  Maybe they’ve made enough progress to hold their own while backup arrives.  He wiggles, throwing weight to one side in an attempt to unseat the younger.

[eighthilles]

@cruorquirk​ asked ::  " how do you fuck your daughter up so bad ? thanks for the chance of having another ally, but i think i'll enjoy having daiten around. maybe i'll even leave her head on your doorstep sometime ! "

“ Fathers && daughters argue. But she’ll be back. She K N O W S I love her. -- Moreover, she’d never become an ally to someone like you. 

I’ll hunt you down personally before you ever have the chance to lay a finger so much as a hair on her head. “

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine from av'it v-v

Nonverbal memes! - Accepting!

Had he not sensed the presence of someone close by, she may have landed her initial strike as she intended. It was a movement that nearly happened in the blink of an eye, and had he not drawn his blade to intercept, the end result would not have been pretty; she had aimed for his throat after all. For now, she had simply clashed with metal instead of flesh, and the swordsman needed no guesses about her intentions. A glare comes across his face as he stares down his would-be assassin, before taking a couple of swings at her in an attempt to ward her off momentarily.

He would then waste no time taking into the air and falling back down a few feet away in order to create space between the two. His eyes remained focused on the assailant, before taking a moment to voice a solid, clear statement to her, “You’re not going to win. Surrender.” 

Despite this, there’s a feeling in his gut that she’s not interested in talking, or anything but his death. And as such, prepared to go on the defensive with an enemy he knew nothing about.