#instigatorofsablier

[notxaxtree-blog]

“Did you just cough– blood?”

The Meme! Not Accepting!

The cold Izuku had last week was still hanging around even as the days rolled on well into the next week. No matter how hard he tried or how much rest he had gotten, he just couldn’t seem to shake the last bits of the cold and cough that still persisted. He’d been encouraged to see a doctor but he saw no point in wasting anyone’s time over the small cough when he knew exactly what it was. So despite Kacchan’s threats he was on his way to work, but instead of walking like he normally does, he decided to take the bus. 

There was almost no one sitting at the bus stop besides himself and another guy who seemed more interested in his phone than speaking with him. He was grateful for that, because today he wasn’t really feeling well enough to force awkward small talk between himself and the other just for the sake of breaking the silence. It’s not that it mattered it mattered much as a coughing fit struck making it impossible to talk anyways. It was painful, and his throat hurt with each cough ripped right from him. What Izuku could only assume was his own saliva had been coughed up into the hands cupped over his mouth. It was gross and he was kind of glad he carried hand sanitizer around with him where ever he went now. 

Izuku had the attention of the other man now as his fit subsided and he pulled his hands away from his mouth about to wipe them on his pants before he’d get his sanitizer to get rid of his germs. 

“Did you just cough– blood?”

Maybe it would be better if he went-- Wait what did he just say? Blood? He had pointed to Izuku’s hands when he had said it. What he had assumed was his own spit was actually blood and quite a bit of it too. The red smeared against his skin and he was suddenly very much aware of the coppery taste in his mouth that settled heavy on his tongue. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at his bloodstained hands. Pain erupted through his chest laced with panic and fear while his throat just dully ached as he turns wide eyes to the blonde sitting next to him.

“C-c-call an ambulance” another cough tears from his throat and its more painful than the last and he’s barely able to cover his mouth before he coughs up all over himself, “p-please!?”

Something was really wrong. Really really wrong.

Despite being like this since he was a child nothing like this has ever happened before. Had he pushed himself to hard this time? Was he going to be okay?

[redthreadrp-blog]

hey! i'm gonna need a semi-hiatus on my boys(peter parker, jack vessalius, elliot nightray, and xerxes break)--things have gotten a little hectic around me and i need to take care of it before i can get into major rping!

Peter Parker, Jack Vessalius, Elliot Nightray, and Xerxes Break are on hiatus until July 1st.

   .mod t

[brxlliance-blog]

[text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up?

text message meme // accepting!

[sent 00:00] Hi, thank you for getting back to me. I apologise for messaging you so late.

[sent 00:00] You left your binder at my place. Would you like me to run it up to you?

[sent 00:00] It’s a cute binder. I don’t mean to pry, but I didn’t know you liked Hello Kitty!

[sacrifxcus]

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random generator meme || accepting.

Busy scribbles of crayons on paper filled the library’s ‘Craft Corner’. Mumbling, giggling children talked over their doodles to occasionally comment on each other’s before ducking their heads and attending to their own drawings. All the brightly colored small plastic seats had an occupant. There were two, however, that were unlike the others.

Okuni did not know how she came to be there. She had been having a conversation one moment and then pulled along by library attendants the next. He had not been spared either, that Jack, but it didn’t seem as if he particularly minded. The whole event was suspicious but she couldn’t blame him; it was entirely plausible for her getting stuck in the kiddie crafting corner to be entirely coincidental. Perhaps, they needed someone older. Maybe, they mistook them for volunteers. She did not know but she could make the best of the situation.

Drawing was never Okuni’s strong point. She did not like the sitting, the concentrating. But oh how she could doodle. As the other began to lean over, lips parting to form the beginnings of a word, Okuni patted the wooden desk with her fan. “You wouldn’t be so rude as to peek at an artist’s unfinished masterpiece, would you?” Shifting to block her paper from his view, she flashed a smile. “Wait patiently.”

A few moments passed with only crayons and pencil scribbles passing as conversation between them. “Here you are.” Sliding the paper over, Okuni unveiled her masterpiece. There Jack was standing very noble-like in the center with cartoon poop around him and stink lines emanating from his being. And as a final touch, she had added a halo of flies. “Take it as a gift.” Drawing it had been fun but she had no use for trash.

[alienxmare-blog]

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Send me a symbol for angst || Meme

♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

It surprised Takumi when he heard knocking on the door leading to his condo. It wasn’t that he was used to any unannounced company. Though the moon outside and the quiet streets had him thinking that company at this time of night was unlikely. Yet here he was, stifling a yawn as his feet shuffled towards the door.

The moment the door opened, his entire demeanor had changed and he found himself wide awake. “Jack?” The name left his mouth, the only word he could conjure at the time.

He ushered the other into his condo, closing the door and making sure it was locked. If it was this bad, he had to make sure that some sort of follower couldn’t get in. Takumi led the other to the couch and softly touched his shoulder to tell him to sit. He went to the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit.

Takumi crouched in front of the other, opening the kit. He dabbed some alcohol on a cotton swab and pressed it against a spot on his arm. He held onto the other’s wrist when the other flinched, hissing at the pain. “By the way, it’s going to hurt,” he murmured. He continued to dab at the various cuts on the other. “So what the hell happened?”

[eunoiad-blog]

“I can’t do it.”

BTS lyric Starters

     “ huh?   i’m sure you can!!   just don’t stress about it and give it your best! “

[brxlliance-blog]

ツ

ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?

besides english, german and french! in this timeline, armin is from geneva, switzerland and moved to berlin, germany as a child, so he grew up speaking a lot of german and french. english came near the end of his geneva stay (in part because of the un main headquarters) and while he lived in berlin.

[redthreadrp-blog]

here's jack! his app's under /about

Everyone please follow Jack!

   .mod t

[gentilhxmme-blog]

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be dabbing it with peroxide.” 

Hissing against the sting, Dwyer narrowed his eyes. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 

[gentilhxmme-blog]

"Never again."

Grinning, Dwyer picked up the half finished plate to clear away from Jack’s table. 

“A decision many make after failing our 5 pound omurice challenge.” 

Sliding over the bill, Dwyer gave a smile. “But here’s a consolation prize for your efforts.”