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ooc. my muse for taako has returned. perhaps it’s the live show tickets that shall be soon mine. 

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FIRE FIRE ICE ICE FIRE FIRE ICE ICE

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@madelight ♡‘d for a lyric ! starter 

          ❝   --   and   i'm   like   a   KID   in   a   candy   store,   taking   all   the   toffee   that   i   don't   ask   for.   ❞   [ src ]

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OOC. psst -- like this for a lyric starter !

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Random Sentence Starters

various overheard things from media and Pizza’s spouse talking to friends about some game Pizza have no interest in. Change pronouns where you need to.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?”

“Now what have I done?”

“I think that’s very childish.”

“I’ve got sand in my eye.”

“I said we were going to do a round.”

“What’s happening?”

“I’ve got an announcement to make.”

“I don’t think I can do this…”

“How would you survive a sharknado?”

“Could you be a dear and help me with this?”

“Nice of you to join us.”

“Remember, if you see any moose in the wild: Don’t go near them!

“Doctor?”

“Or what?”

“See this?”

“Why would you use a torch in here?”

“I hate oatmeal.”

“I imagine it is difficult to plant a machete in someone’s back.”

“It was a freaking awesome game.”

“It’s relatively cheap…ish.”

“Sadface for you.”

“Got to do the activation.”

“Treated him like a son.”

“Have you no shame?”

“Probably not.”

“Glad you told me not to spend it all.”

“I don’t mind spending the money.”

“How do I do this?”

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“I could see everybody.”

“I was at the gym.”

“A dead ex-husband seems convenient.”

“Says you.”

“She was a good person.”

“We were a family.”

“You were trying to get your grubby little hands on his money.”

There was blood on the tip of his finger.”

“Lucky shot, no doubt.”

“Have you seen my comb?”

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OOC. psst. like for a starter to get this blog off the ground. 

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          swinging   around   his   ladle,   hair   in   a   loose   bun,   he’d   stare   at   the   new   entry.  

                    ❝    first   rule.   no   BITCHIN   in   my   kitchen.   ❞

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You posted a picture of the TAZ crew lost in the woods and a second of them leaving the woods to help Angus and I like to imagine Taako's dadsonar locked onto his boy from a mile away thinkin "fuck my baby's in trouble" i'm very tired

i love it

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Part 1 of maaayyybe a comic? I’m bad at finishing shit so no promises.

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                                                                         good out here. 

                                                                                 cast by: ash                                                                                       [ src ]

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                                                                         good out here. 

                                                                                 cast by: ash                                                                                       [ src ]

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The Taako Truck - I’ve put a couple of little details in here referencing the Balance Arc. This is Taako’s truck as I imagine it after Story and Song, where he continues to give lessons as well as run his magic school.

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ERASER

Continuing to disregard the melodramatics, Aizawa watches the other hero for some sign of…

He’s not sure what he’s looking for, really. Treachery? Recognition? Guilt? His paranoia refuses to rest even in the presence of fellow professionals- perhaps especially, considering the known presence of a traitor. Whatever it is, he doesn’t find it, and the set of his shoulders becomes somewhat more relaxed.

The Erasure Hero nods at the questions. The reminder of Mirio and how badly he failed him draws pain close to the surface. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, the next time he swallows he finds his throat somewhat tighter. This situation was HIS FAULT, the bullets were produced using information gleaned by studying HIS QUIRK, HE was incapacitated and unable to stop the gangster from pointing a gun at a little girl and the boy who wanted to be her hero, HE needed to be rescued-

No point in dwelling on it.

     “Your Quirk makes it easier for you to go around security measures,” he explains. “With the level of security this man has, it would be impractical of me to try and break in with conventional means, so instead I would like to use your Quirk to bypass them.“ 

This mission occupies an odd legal gray area, and he pauses consider his words very carefully before continuing. “It would be… messy to obtain a warrant, search his home and arrest him. By the time we had everything done for that, he would have heard about it and moved the bullets to a different location. It’s better to do it in this order- obtaining the bullets, then calling for an arrest.”

Aizawa’s fingers find a loose thread unraveling at the edges of his sleeves, and he starts tugging it free. Through the explanation, his face remains stoic, though when he finishes his head takes on a slight sideways cant as if turning it into a question.

     “I understand if you’re put off by the job,” he adds. “Your assistance would be useful, and help things go more smoothly, but it’s not exactly going to have a lot of publicity. You’ll still be compensated, of course, but…” Aizawa trails off there, then shrugs. Some heroes place a lot of value on doing their work in the public eye. That had been one of his largest concerns about approaching the flashy, melodramatic Moontwist. 

With that, he allows expectant silence to fall between them, still observing with those dark, watchful eyes.

         bad   statement,   he   thinks.   especially  with   the   way   the   other’s  demeanor   changes.   the   other   was   feeling   guilty  about   the   child,  huh   ?   it   was   as   obvious.   however,  he   made   no   mention   of   it.   that  was   ONE   thing  that   he   supposed  that   he   &  eraser   did   have  in   common.  

         they   didn’t  like   talking   about  that   ooey   gooey  thing   called   emotions.  

         listening   quietly,  eyes   flicker   toward  the   other   &  then   back   to   his   nails.  so   --   they’d  be   breaking   in.   bypassing   the   law   was   his   SPECIALTY,  able   to   somehow  dance   away   from  serious   penalties   due   to   the   results  that  he   brought   back.  if   the   other  wanted   to   break  into   somewhere,   also,  he   was   RIGHT   in   that  his   quirk   would  be   the   best  fit.  

         waiting   for   the   completely  pure   way   of   doing   things  was   stupid,   &  wasted   time.   better  to   ask   forgiveness  than   permission,   right  ?   especially   when  the   stakes   ran   this   high.  a   sigh,   &  taako’d   down   his   drink   standing  quietly   after   setting  the   glass   on   the   table  in   front   of   him.  

         face   takes   an   UNNATURALLY   serious  tone   as   he   looks   eraser   down   seriously,   ❝   i’m   in.   those   bullets  need   to   be   taken   care  of.   if   they  aren’t   holding   back  against   CHILDREN   then   they  need   to   go.   ❞   he   stands,   brushing  his   hands   against  his   clothes.  

          ❝   i   have   a   kid   i   care   about  too,   you   know.  i’m   not   running  the   risk.   catch  me   up   on   what   we   need   to   know.   ❞   a   rare  instance   of   opening  up   before   taako  was   shut   off   to   the   world   again,  locks   tossed   over  his   houlder.  

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src  //  @frsght

“ I appreciate the sentiment – really , but I must assure you , I’m– “

the upcoming lies were quickly drowned out by a pained groan, a sudden wave of nausea leaving Indrid with his head in his hands ( careful not to snap his glasses , though– he had made that mistake several times before and wasn’t too pleased with the consequences. ).

“ … fine. “

          eyes   flicker   over   the   other’s   form   in   obvious   disbelief,   well-done   nails   being   picked   at   as   the   other’s   form   doubled   over   just   slightly.   a   huff,   &   he   was   poking   the   other’s   forehead.  

          ❝    if   that’s   FINE,   my   man   --   then   i’d   hate   to   see   you   in   pain.   ❞    a   sigh,   large   sunglasses   tipped   upward   to   look   at   the   other   more   throughly.   another   huff,   as   if   time   was   taken   up   by   the   other’s   FAUX   state   of   being.  

          ❝    say   you’re   fine   all   you   will,   bubbeleh,   but   your   body’s   tellin’   me   all   i   need   to   know.   unless   you   WANT   to   be   thrown   into   a   coma   as   soon   as   you   lay   down,   i’d   recommend   letting   me   check   you   out   a   bit.    ❞  

          minor   first   aid   was   something   that   he   was   gifted   with   when   merle   was   unavailable,   pulling   up   his   sleeves   slightly.  

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          swinging   around   his   ladle,   hair   in   a   loose   bun,   he’d   stare   at   the   new   entry.  

                    ❝    first   rule.   no   BITCHIN   in   my   kitchen.   ❞

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OOC. psst. like for a starter to get this blog off the ground.