#mituna tag

[wakingupsunshine]

how it feels when people caption their posts "NOT A SHIP!! SHIPPERS DNI!!! PLATONIC!!!" if i am being truthful

[antihiros]

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[delatorius]

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Tw0 0th3r m1tuna2, 1 d0nt blam3 y0u, 1m 2ur3 y0u hat3 1t tw0. Ju2t. 1t2 hard tw0 b33 20 d1ff3r3nt y3t 20 21m1lar.

[wakingupsunshine]

why tf does everyone have their own blogs... annoying

[allthesekins]

me: has another kintype who had a s/o

me @ me: ur cheating on kurloz you unfaithful piece of shit

[allthesekins]

☺

send a “☺“ to know a memory that made me happy!

im feeling mituna the most rn so ill do that

sometimes i couldnt always do everything by myself bc my brain was frazzled and i needed help but i remember specifically kurloz giving me baths

he would get in with me and i would sit between his legs (he had to bend them bc they were too long for the length of the tub, i didnt though) with my back against his chest. with this position he could get at all of me with the scrubbing cloth. he could reach around to get at my front and to get at my back i just had to lean forward. his hair was longer when it was wet and i would play with it and wrap strands around my fingers. i remember he had this big cup that he would fill with water and pour it over my head when he washed my hair. that was always my favorite part bc my hair would clump together in my face and i looked funny. he used the same stuff that he used for his hair to make it all big and light and fluffy but my helmet always ruined it.

sometimes i would want to help so i would turn around and sit on my heels in between his legs and wash his hair for him. he would tell me when i missed a spot (which was often he had a lot of hair) and after i was done he would smile real big and kiss all over my face.

after we were done we would get out and he’d drain the water and then get these really thick fluffy towels he had and would wrap one around me and use a smaller one to shake in my hair and dry it. it would still be damp and would stick up everywhere.

when we were dry enough for clothes i didnt wanna put my jumpsuit back on (like have u ever tried putting on skintight pants when ur skin is damp its a bad time) so i would just put on one of his shirts that were too big for me so they wouldnt stick to my skin. plus they were warm and smelled like him.

he would put on pants (i think they were like pajama pants and different from his usual skeleton ones) and wrap us both up in a big blanket and we would watch a movie or something.

even when i was able to bathe myself i never wanted to do it without him. we basically lived together anyways

this was longer than i planned but its a really nice memory. thanks for sending an ask

[allthesekins]

everyone and their mother: mituna burnt out his psionics trying to stop kurloz from going into a fit of rage me, actually mituna: swiggity swuppy u better shut the fuck uppy

[real-as-shit]

Mituna Captor

Name: Gracie

Personal blog: drippingcolorsproductions

Timezone: EST

Estimated Activity: At least once a day, except for Mondays and Tuesdays, which are limited time if any at all.

Character I wish to be: Mituna Captor

Why: I believe with the assortment of characters that are already evident in this group, Mituna Captor would be best for me to use, and create more relations with other characters. I also wish to rp Mituna more often, as I haven’t been giving this side of my rping enough of a chance to be experimented with as I would like.

Interpretation of the character: My take on canon Mituna is that, despite his clear brain damage, due to his incident, there is still the original pre!accident Mituna underneath. He still is able to think clearly inside of his own head (When calm and collected of course) and often questions a lot of the things he does and says after the fact, which leads to him getting not only frustrated with himself, but with the others around him who just can’t seem to get what he is saying no matter how hard, or loud, he tries to convey it. Somewhere between his brain and mouth, words get jumbled together. His actions are very impulsive as well, do to the fact that concentrating can result in even further self confusion because of his gaps of missing memory, or forceful ignorance of what has happened to him in the past. My plan is to take some of those ideas over into this AU. and I wrote a bio on what my take on his character would be: Mituna Captor WAS an upstanding student (Despite his lazy habits, and heavy procrastination) he always managed to get his work turned in on time, even if it meant staying up two days in a row to finish a midterm that he had been assigned almost a month ago. Multitasking was a talent of his, as well as being a complete asshole with a habit of semi-harmless pranks. It didn’t matter though because he only joked with those that were close with him, and knew how to set limits on how far to take it. However that was a year ago. Now Mituna didn’t know when to shut his foul mouth, couldn’t get anything higher then a C+ if he sold his soul to the devil, and wouldn’t be able to repeat to you a list of five spells if you read it to him just twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t that he was stupid, or stopped caring, or even just a bigger prick then before. Mituna Captor was just, broken. During the beginning of his first year, Mituna Captor was involved in a terrible accident that took place in the Forbidden Forest on school grounds. A place that he should not have even been to begin with. The full story of the incident is hazy and full of holes, primarily because when asked what had happened, Mituna Captor went into a fitful episode, and was unable to even get one coherent detail out of his mouth. The rumors go that he had possibly been with one other person when it took place, but whoever witnessed the event had yet to come forward, many believed it to be out of fear of being punished for being in a prohibited section of the school ground. Mituna could not confirm or deny these suspicions though, due to his scrambled memories and extensive brain damage. Students would theorize the cause of his incident of course. Some said it was a Obliviate (Memory Charm) gone terribly wrong, thus harming its caster. Others believe that Mituna’s hubris lead him to practice advance spells for a second year, and by doing so caused a chain reaction of a combination of charms that lead to his accident. And then there are darker ideas, based on the placement of Mituna’s unfortunate fate, that he was sneaking off to practice Dark Magic in the forbidden forest, such as the unforgivable curses, and was trying to cast curses on fellow students when it all backfired in his face, scrambling his mind. Of course, no one could say for sure besides Mituna. Whose only answer was a mangled explanation of “Saved them.” It would be believed that he, one way or another, protected his friends and possibly several others from a unknown threat. Currently Mituna still attends the school, after taking a year from his studies to recover. While he should be a third year, Mituna Captor is forced to take almost solely second year courses in order to make up for his missed lessons. However even then he struggles to keep up, while become frustrated with himself and teachers at his inability to control basic spells.

House: Hufflepuff

Chumhandle: tarantallianAbomination (The first part is based on the spell Tarantallegra: Makes victim’s legs dance uncontrollably, so the victim cannot control his or her movements )

Sample para:

The halls of the castle he called home during the larger part of the year were vast and many, which on multiple occasions caused Mituna Captor to become horribly lost, wandering around aimlessly until he found some one kind enough to point him in the direction of familiar landmarks such as the great hall, or even his own common room. More often then not it was a prefect or even a professor that showed the confused Captor the way. Each time being told he was lost and far off his mark was just as embarrassing as the last. Today Mituna had attempted to get back from his herbology lesson and relax in the common room before heading to potions class, but was now finding himself wandering outside of the astronomy tower’s base. He had grown adapt to following the second year students wearing his matching house color from class to class in order to keep himself heading the right direction, unfortunately being a third year flocking with a group of underclassmen had its immediate draw backs. Such as whispering rumors to add on top of the ones already tied to his name, and of course a growing need for a large birth around Mituna, given to him by his classmates (And even as far as leading him down the wrong corridor and dashing around the next turn just to escape his creepy stalking). After all, who ever heard of a third year being stuck in second year classes? Several assumed him to be stupid, and sometimes Mituna thought they were correct. But hey it wasn’t his fault he had trouble speaking charms or remembering wrist movements for casting! In fact, it was hard for him to remember anything, let alone convey it in a understandable simple sentence. The whole event as to how Mituna was rendered so…disabled, was even a mystery to him for the most part, as it only came to him in scrambled memories that would create terrible headaches. What was said by the students was that during the beginning of his second year, Mituna had been in a terrible accident that rendered him incapable of continuing the semester, and was missing from school until what would be his third year. Before hand, he had been a capable wizard, with a strong personality and building confidence that had earned him many friends in his first year of learning at the school of witch craft and wizardry. Now he was a word jumbling idiot with a personal space issue and a foul mouth. And he was lost. That jumbled memory of his included setting back his ability to tell one part of the castle from another. “Sonna bitchin little- Fuck winzder, assth caschting, doubleds bearedez gibbler chrunzcher!!” The more upset Mituna became, the less sense he was able to create. Which of course only antagonized him more until he was practically screaming at the top of his lungs to the point of near breathlessness. Such episodes were short lived, as evident as his own defeated slouched posture on one of the stone carved benches under the heavy eves of the castle. Maybe he would just skip classes for the rest of the day and wait here until he was collected by the prefects again.