#▉ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꀤꌗ ꌗꂦ ꎭꀎꉓꃅ ꎇꀎꈤ【 ᴵᴺ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬ 】

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           After a long crawl through the pipeage of Tartarus; Japan’s most notorious correction facility; Muscular eagerly erupts in a bellow of laughter,  the instant his bare feet sink into the moist dirt beneath him. His muscles worm underneath the layers of a blood stained cloak - within his skin. He lets them break through, HE HAS BEEN CONTAINED FOR LONG ENOUGH. MUSCULAR IS NO DOG. HE CAN NOT BE LEASHED; NOR CAGED; A loud howl of excitement booms from the murder. His body was left itching and stiff,  after all that time under suppression; thirsty for a release. The mass coils and thickens around his physique, His smirk stretches wide as he looks up at his aid. A silhouette. Positioned at the top of grassy slope; casted right at the center of the moon - with a cape; that flapped quietly in the wind.

    ¶ WOOOOHOO !! DABI, GUESS - FUCKING WHAT!? -      MUSCULAR THE MONSTER IS FREE AT FUCKING LAST !!

A flock of birds flee from a nearby tree and into the night, He doesn’t bother to keep it down; they’ve had him CHAINED down forever - or at least it felt like forever. He has waited long enough for this moment; and he would not let no curfew-quietness RAIN on HIS parade.

@stpled

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spoopyhopper:

Standing valiantly against the face of death itself would put any normal hero in the shoes of a coward, but not Tsuyu. She believed in her ideals and the morals of a true hero, and she’s learned much from people like Midoriya, Captain Selkie, and Aizawa. The last thing that she would ever want to do is give in to a villain’s demands, especially one that could possibly kill her in an instant.

But his demands were not of the normal variety. Instead of demanding money or something in exchange, he demanded information. Information on her dearest friend. Information that she refused to give him.

“I don’t know. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you, kero,” she said, in her flat, unmoved tone of voice, a facade made in the wake of true terror that stood before her. She kept her response short and quick, not trying to give away anything that she could have guessed. He’s probably training on the track somewhere.

She glanced sidelong to the lengths of the walls. She could probably outjump him, but what’s to say he couldn’t follow her? She had to think of an option or something, and fast.

Muscular lets’ his fist rest on the wall-space beside her head, He towers over her - staring intently as she musters up a PATHETIC response. Doesn’t she acknowledge the DANGER she’s in? Or is he not posing ENOUGH of a threat to get her to talk. Nonetheless, he was impressed with her gutsy approach.

¶ KERO KERO FUCKING KERO - He lowers his head, and shakes it disappointedly. The speech is a  little under his breath but still loud enough for her to hear his hostile and annoyed mocking.

 He doesn’t feel bad. On the contrary; it feels GOOD to finally have a member of the institution responsible for his jail time, in his clutches. It would feel even BETTER if he could make her squirm in his tightening grip. But he hopes his WORDS would TORTURE her enough. Maybe AFTER he spills Midoriya’s blood; He would come back to finish off the rest of his class - but for NOW; DEKU was his PRIORITY. STAINING his hands with his classmates BLOOD just wouldn’t retain the same level of PURE SATISFACTION ... not right now at least - RIGHT NOW, Muscular had a score to settle.

He moves his head and line of sight with hers, watching her glance to the side in search of what? If she had backup - someone waiting for a surprise assault - then he would SURELY LET LOOSE and kill them both - half of him hopes this is the case. The other half of him wishes to hold onto the advantage of a SURPRISE.

¶ WHAT’S IT GONNA TAKE TO MAKE THE TOAD CROAK HUH? - He drags his sight back towards her. He is unmoved.

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The address detailed by the voice of a mysterious caller - supposedly representing the Yakuza - leads him to the outside of a casually small home on an inactive street of almost replicas.

A hooded figure; donning a peculiar plague mask covers the cab charges - and Muscular pulls himself out of the vehicle - for the first time without killing the driver first. 

          ¶ WHAT IS IT YOU GANGSTERS WANT WITH ME , EXACTLY. His voice does not imply any fear - but almost a patronizing confidence, his tone suggesting sarcasm over the coined term as the car pulls off in a billow of smoke.

@horolohomicidio

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UM, HEY EVERYONE ... I JUST WANNA KNOW WHY EXPERIMENT 626 AKA FRANKEN-WEENIE IS TRYNA PLAY ME RN .......

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    ¶ .  YA KNOW ... YOUR LEGENDS ALL IN THE ARCHIVES , AND I THINK YOUR MOMMA SHOULDA’ THREW A LITTLE MORE OF THAT HOT STUFF AT YA’  - MAYBE THEN, I WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO BOTHER KILLING YOU TODAY ... YOU JUST MIGHT’VE BEEN DEAD ALREADY!! - ACTUALLY ... IM GLAD IM GONNA BE THE ONE FINISHING YOUR MOTHERS HALF ASSED ATTEMPT AT RIPPING YOUR HEAD OFF.

@herohalf

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@heromight

THE SUN CASTS MUSCULAR’S TOWERING SILHOUETTE OVER HIS VIEW OF A SMALL TOWN IN JAPAN. HIS MASS BUBBLES UNDERNEATH HIS SKIN; AS DOES HIS TEMPER.  HIS THRIVING INTENT, AND HIS THIRST FOR PETTY VENGEANCE. SOMETHING HE HASN’T HARBORED IN QUITE SOME TIME NOW. HE ALWAYS THOUGHT HIMSELF TO BE A VALIANT, PUISSANT MAN OF NO LIMITATIONS; BUT A YOUNG HERO BY THE NAME OF MIDORIYA, IZUKU PROVED THAT TO BE A LIE, A COUPLE MONTHS BACK WHEN HE DEFEATED MUSCULAR; AND HAD HIM SENT TO TARTARUS. 

STILL; THE OCCURRENCE DID NOT OFFER THE MUTANT ANY FORM OF GUILT. HE SAT IN THAT STRAIGHT JACKET FOR MONTHS, BEFORE HE COULD FINALLY FREE HIMSELF. AND DURING THOSE SEVERAL WEEKS, A SELF-RIGHTEOUS LIGHT STIRRED WITHIN HIM.

SO NOW: AGAN; HE FINDS HIMSELF TO BE A VALIANT, PUISSANT MAN OF NO LIMITATIONS. AND HE  DOES NOT NEED TO REMIND HIMSELF OF THIS WHEN HIS SYNTHETIC EYE ZOOMS INTO THE WINDOW OF THE THIRD TWO-STORY HOME ON THE STREET.

                     ¶ SITTING FUCKING DUCK,                                 JUST LIKE HER SON.

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020

VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS | ACCEPTING↳ 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. (reversed!)

MUSCULAR COULD COMPARE THE SENSATION TO NONE ALIKE. BUT THE SOUND? IT WAS QUICK AND WET.  THE STRUGGLING NECK OF TODORKI IS PRESSED AGAINST A WALL OF BROKEN EARTH. HIS LEFT HAND; RIDDEN WITH AUGMENTED MUSCLE - HAD BEEN OFFERING SMACK AFTER SMACK ACROSS THE BURNT BOYS HEAD. 

HE WAS EXHAUSTED. BUT AFTER ALL THE EFFORT TODORKI MADE MUSCULAR BRING FORTH; HE WAS GONNA BE SURE TO REMIND THE BOY OF HIS PLACE. AND THE ENJOYMENT THAT  BROUGHT ; OUTLIVED HIS STAMINA LONG ENOUGH TO SPARK A NEW IDEA.

        ¶ WHATS WITH THE FACE? - OH! IT MUST BE THAT SCAR  - DON’T       WORRY; I’ll DO YOU THE FAVOR AND I’LL EVEN YOU ALL OUT!      SEND YOU YOU TO HELL LOOKIN GOOD! 

His hand is brought up again; but this time when it crashes into the boys cheeck; He digs his nails into the start of his unburnt flesh. His malicious smirk peaks fangs as it presses wide against his cheeks, stretching farther and farther as he picks the skin from its flesh, and PEELS it a bit - at first SLOWLY. His chuckle stutters up and He forgets the value of anticipation when he YANKS the skin completely out place , ERUPTING in a deranged laugh, as the blood spills across his knuckles on the boys neck.

       ¶ HAHAHAHA , HOW DOES THAT FEEL HUH? GREAT DOESN’T IT?!

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❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜

various starters! | accepting!

Muscular does not understand the boys’ angle; but it does have him ponder the thought - He was all too familiar with the agony of an EMOTIONAL SUFFERING with HIM being responsible for the murder of his parents. He only knew DEATH; from the opposition … nonetheless Muscular could not formulate a solid opinion on the idea, through the raging BLOODLUST he was soon reminded of. His ANGER returning to its HOSTILE temperatures ..

¶ YOU THINK SO EH !? - The muscles on his arm force themselves from the seams of his skin; consuming the apricot complexion in a tangle of flesh-red fibers.  

¶ YOU’RE GONNA BE FIRST TO TEST THAT FUCKING THEORY OF YOURS, TODOROKI SHOUTO !! I’LL MAKE YOUR SUFFERING LONG AND BLOODY !! WORTHY OF THE SON OF ENDEAVOR !!

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¶ WHAT’S WITH THAT ANNOYIN’ FACE OF YOURS? JUST TELL ME WHERE MIDORIYA IS AND I’LL LET YOU WALK AWAY ALL IN ONE PIECE.

@legstrengthed

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❛ Do you really need to be so aggressive? Can’t you have some compassion? ❜

 AHS HOTEL SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING.

Muscular assesses  the unfamiliar face that stands in his way. He looks her straight in the face; with his one eye, before dragging his gaze down her physique ... of course, His expression lightens up at the sight -

¶ COMPASSION? WHY DON’T YOU TEACH ME A COUPLE THINGS ABOUT COMPASSION. IM SURE I’VE NEVER HEARD OF JUST GIVEN IT OUT Y’KNOW? COMPASSIONS GOTTA BE EARNED.

His attempts to be smooth, and flirtatious are still tainted by BLUNT and RASH ways. He wills his muscle fibers to protrude at a steady pace from his arm muscles; impressive. He thinks it must be; and what’s compassion when you haven’t got CONTROL. Thats what he’s TRYING to do right now; Instate his dominance. 

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When Dabi and Muscular finally approach the HQ, The League Of Villains had adapted since they vacated the abandoned building bar; Muscular’s heart was set on AGGRESSIVELY DECLINING his purposel back into the alliance; He was ONLY IN IT FOR THE KILL. He found Stain and him where fighting for the same cause;  and after being in prison; directly hearing his words as unseen phenomena ; He Found The league to PALE in comparison. He was better off doing his OWN BIDDING. Killing inspite of his OWN GRUESOME INTENTIONS.

That is until he sees that ALL FOR ONE is that one that awaits there arrival. They where clearly pulling there best cards to convince Muscular to stay with the League; they KNEW he’d be upset. So they called the HEAD HONCHO to reinstate his VENDETTA one on one.  Muscular takes the gesture to the ego; ...

 ¶ TOMURA SURE DOES WANT ME BACK HUH? HAVIN’ YOU COME OUT HERE JUST TO “WELCOME”  ME BACK TO THE LEAGUE ...

@cmnia​

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001. — Backhand my muse. -- reverse. just fucc me up fam

VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS | ACCEPTING↳ 020. — 001. — Backhand my muse. (reversed!)

¶ WELL, WELL WELL … LOOK-E HERE ..

Muscular towers over the small crowd of class 1A students. An excitement stirring within him. None of them where the one he was hunting for since his escape from jail; and if even if they DID offer details about Midoriya’s whereabouts, and rat there classmate out - he would still pull them limb from limb , just to exact the boy’s complete and utter turmoil. It seems as though they slightly circle him in a crescent shape, He notices some of them hunching like cats before a pounce. Everyone is alert. and there is a moment of silent hesitation.

¶  SINCE MIDORIYA ‘AINT AROUND, WHICH ONE OF YOU WANNA DIE FIRST? Apparently, its the frog girl. She takes a leap at him; shes a fair distance away but her quirk lets her close it fairly quickly, but not faster then the rippling of his muscles. He watches her come sailing, His eyes widening in thrill, his ALREADY WIDE smile unmoved. 

and when she’s close enough, He sends the back of an open hand stiff across her face; sending her flying to the side and crashing into a tree with a dissolving ribbit. The class is shocked, and silent - one of them rush to her aid and the cowardly display invokes a booming laughter from the tyrant, he’s impressed with himself.

¶ WHO’S NEXT?

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         ¶  YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME,  THE SHIT HEAD THAT ALMOST GOT SWALLOWED BY SWAMPY LAST YEAR ... A STUDENT AT U.A: SCHOOL FOR GIFTED MORONS ?? PFFT - THEY REALLY ARE LETTING ANYONE INTO THERE RANKS NOW’A DAYS EH?

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❛ was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives? ❜

various starters! | accepting

The town the two strangers faced each other in was mostly rubble. Made debris of Muscular’s battle with the wave of hollows; most of the townspeople had fled nearly an hour ago , when Hitsugaya first arrived at the PECULIAR source of an OFFSET in the soul societies spirit balance. He had been ordered STOP him but simply had too aid him in dealing with the rest of the Hollow; before he had a chance to address to the hooded man …

The way Muscular RIPPED the hollow to shreds; did not offer there soul the same peaceful accession a SOUL REAPER could grant them. and THAT; was detrimental to the balance of souls - EVEN IF Muscular could not give a SINGLE SHIT about the balance , or there souls. HOLLOWS where MONSTERS ...

¶ DON’T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME , SOUL REAPER !! ILL USE HOWEVER MUCH FORCE I PLEASE TO PURGE THIS WORLD OF THOSE DAMN HOLLOW !!

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“It’s nothing.”

Your muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It’s nothing.” for my muse’s reaction (or send “it looks like nothing” for my muse to walk in bruised! ) | accepting !! 

The shadow casted on her picturesque silhouette pulls away with her subtle; hesitant steps into the dim house light. The shoji door to there home slides closed behind her. Muscular is wide-eyed for a moment, until they narrow at her shameful expression.

His time in the Hidden Leaf was SHORT; but in the interim he happened to come across the most delicate flower of the lot. BRASH enough to humble him; and SENSITIVE enough to actually calm his CHAOTIC temper; Muscular found a PEACE with INO he has not known since his time with his parents … and he WILL NOT stand for someone even ATTEMPTING to tarnish the sensibilities he has finally FOUND.

¶ WHO THE HELL IS RESPONSIBLE?!

In a moment, He is at his feet ; stomping towards her and ROUGHLY pulling her arm to examine the bruises closer. they litter her body; and he looks over them all with a look of disbelief - His muscles augmenting from that FEELING of WRATH alone. No hand sign required. His grip on her wrist tightens unintentionally before he yells again;

¶ YAMANAKA, INO. I’LL FUCKING BEAT THEM TO A BLOODY PULP !!

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The usual feeling of a weight off the air that came after the reaping of hollow’s soul was peaceful ... but did not come when Muscular leaps into the air in blur of bright green, and crashes his fist into the distorted mask of the creature. A demonic shriek courses through the newborn morning. A palette of orange and other colors bring about the early DAWN, yet Muscular has yet too catch a wink of sleep ...

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