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gojo vc: what do you think would happen if we both did hollow purple at the same time?
unprompted | always accepting <3
@limitshatter
" ehhhh? i dunno... " isn't there some saying about an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object? but that probably doesn't really apply here... satoru perks up. smiles.
" wanna find out? "
@limitshatter ❝ ⸻ i jus' didn’t see you there. ❞
"I won't be held responsible for what I do if you don't get out of my face." ( from ichigo )
ANTAGONISM — MEETINGS
THAT TREMOR of an ACRID feeling simmered just over her body. Her eyes watch silently with an unmoving precision. It's the way a lioness would look with confidence while still behind the bars of a cage (in her restrained position).
❝ You tempt me. That is utterly dangerous. ❞ a breath with a chill of promise laced her tone. A fist would tighten behind her back as she remained still under the ominous threat. ❝ i'm comfortable where I'm at. I have only stated what i hope my Lord has planned, follows through regardless of casualties. Your friends or our subordinates. ❞
" one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. " @limitshatter
Queried by @limitshatter ☆☆☆ for any of my muses. (Previous ask sent before i finished typing.)
MEME: Send me a ☆☆☆ and I will tell you…
How I rate your blog:
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How I rate your URL:
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How I rate your blog theme:
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How you play your muse:
Don’t know your muse | Not my cup of tea | meh | OK | good | wow | EXCELLENT | I would like to keep you forever. {This is for Ichigo, Gojo and Izuku. While I know hardly anything about JJK I do know enough about Gojo to give a rating..}
Thoughts/opinion on the mun:
We met sort of when you initially followed me the first time, and then I followed your multimuse when you made it. Though we've yet to speak to one another.
And then I see you on my dash with your various muses which you are rather good at writing since they've all got different sorts of personalities.
Eventually we may write together, who can say what will happen in the future?
How much I ship our muses:
Are you out of your mind?! | NO | prefer not to | I need some convincing | MAYBE | let’s do our best for chemistry | what a good idea | YES | I’ve been hoping for this! | oh gods yes | LETS MAKE A NEW OTP | shipping hell!! {Given that I'm fairly sure all but Gojo are underage I feel this section isn't relevant. That may change in the future, but only with an adult muse.}
How attractive my muse finds yours:
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Platonic attraction:
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Sexual attraction:
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A situation or starter sentence for our muses: To be honest, I'm not quite sure what sort of starter or situation could work. SAns your Ichigo meeting his 'older self from another dimension/universe' sort of thing. I kind of feel that Izuku would question who the heck Ichigo is and why he scowls so much.
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A scene I would want to write with you:
Meeting | Cooking | Kiss | Fight | Bed-share | Shopping | World domination | Solve crimes | Stranded | Distant friends | None of these but PM ME |
Or: I have always wanted to write…
If we would write, my mood is:
fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | hurt / comfort | action | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | {If you have any ideas you're always welcome to pop into my inbox with an ask, or send me an IM on here.}
@limitshatter + izuku.
His skin burns.
Something worms its way under his skin, beckoning him to scratch the itch. To claw and claw and claw until the sensation dulled to nothing. A part of the void that resided inside his ribcage where a heart once was, the endless black that grew bigger and bigger each day, threatening to swallow him whole.
But at the same time, this itch was an old friend. It had been with him since he was a child, a part of his earliest memories. The thing under his skin is temperamental, just like him. And now it flares, rearing an ugly invisible head. He’s been off all morning, agitated. Everything gets on his nerves—Kurogiri hovers too much. Dabi utters too much bullshit. Toga talks too much in general. Spinner is…okay. But there’s so much noise in his head, that he has to get away.
His favorite place, if he really even has a favorite place in this rotting city, is the mall. His fingernails dig into the already abused flesh of his neck, black hoodie drawn tight around his head. This society repulses him. To them, heroes are gods that can do no wrong, and they worship blindly at the heroic altar.
But Shigaraki Tomura knows better.
He pauses, glancing at a particular section. An arcade plaza. He’s not the biggest fan of arcade games—it’s always a risk mixing those old fashioned controls with his quirk. But the idea of shutting his brain off for a few hours and playing something mundane is appealing to say the least.
He checks how much he has in his pockets, then enters.
@limitshatter ,, starter call . ( for Ichigo ) .
The air was thin. Like standing on a tall mountain top. He knew it was due to the lack of spirit particles - the density, or whatever scientific bullshit was the right word. Since he came to The World of the Living so rarely, it was taking him some time to get used to. Why would he come here anyway? What an ugly place.
The street was abandoned - it was late evening. The streetlights were on. The nearest one flickered. Nnoitra was suppressing his MASSIVE reiatsu to the best of his abilities - and he was skilled in that area. An ambush predator like him had to know how to conceal himself. He had only come here for a bit of fun. Even if he tried to keep his reiatsu hidden, he knew there would be alarm-bells going off in Seireitei now. It wouldn't take long before they'd send someone to face him.
The FUN Nnoitra was here for would soon reveal itself. He could sense that peculiar reiatsu approach. Just around the nearby building, rounding the corner now - there.
When he saw him, he had to admit, he was disappointed. He had expected something more than a kid. His appearance was perfectly human ( but his reiatsu stated otherwise ). Not especially tall, or muscular. His hair orange ( Nnoitra was used to strange hair colours by now ). There was nothing about him that looked intimidating. He almost doubted that this was the guy he was looking for.
❝ Ya REALLY the human who gave Grimmjow that big-ass scar? Ya look like a kid. ❞ Nnoitra said as he stepped forward towards the human. Kurosaki, wasn't that his name? Nnoitra wondered if facing off against Grimmjow and coming out of it alive had given the guy some confidence. It would be poorly misplaced in this situation, if that was the case. Nnoitra was FAR stronger than Grimmjow could ever dream of becoming.
❝ Yanno, ❞ Nnoitra continued, his face splitting into a grin. Huge teeth on full display. ❝ They cut off that loser's arm 'fer gettin' his ass kicked. ❞
❝ yooooo, chiiiiiiyoooooooo~ open the door! ❞ ( you know who it is, but it's satoru. )
unprompted | always accepting <3
@limitshatter
jun's deep bark startles chiyo more than the yelling from behind her apartment door. her hand clutches at the material of her hoodie as her heart races and face slowly contorts into a put upon expression. what's this rascal up to on her day off?? slinking off her couch and over to the entryway, she ushers jun into her room before finally cracking open her door. rurouni kenshin's opening song faintly plays in the background -- she's begun yet another rewatch, to no one's surprise.
" a plain ol' knock would've sufficed, y'know. " she chastises without any bite, leaning her head against her doorframe. brown eyes narrow a fraction. " what's up? "
