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syncopathic: (to it you're no stranger)

lol here I am poppin' ur inbox's cherry

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-03-25 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Dito was, all things considered, a relatively simple creature. Lazy and contrary though he might have been, it didn't take all that much incentive for him to get his ass in gear. Anything that appealed to his interests-- whether that be violence, sex, or even just self-preservation-- was enough to get him to spring into action. And his ivory-haired, crimson eyed, ghoulish new acquaintance was exactly the sort of thing that interested him.

Dito finds the man's dwelling easily enough, noting with amusement how appropriate it was that such a preternaturally mysterious cryptid as Shigaraki called a treehouse his home. He'd been given no instructions on if he'd needed to bring anything, but Dito kept his spear at his side nevertheless. Luck favored the prepared, after all, and he always wanted to be ready in case a potential bloodbath broke out-- which, considering who he was currently calling on, was a near-guaranteed certainty. So saying, he strode forward and rapped confidently on the door, doing his best to ignore the excited chills running up his thighs.
syncopathic: (your time was set for leaving)

I'll take it out for a night on the town, don't you worry

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-04-05 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey now. No one gave you permission to touch the merchandise, Shigaraki. Dito quelled the queasy stirrings in his stomach as he was unceremoniously grabbed by the front of his shirt and hauled inside like a mangy cat. He immediately wrenched himself out of the other man's grasp, smoothing out the new wrinkles in his shirt with a look of vague irritation.

"Nice welcoming party you got there. You treat all of your visitors this way or am I just the lucky son of a bitch that caught you on a good day? Don't forget that I'm here on your invitation."

Dito cast his gaze around the room, whistling appreciatively as he took in all the decorations and furniture. "Still, this is a pretty swanky setup. Did this come standard or are all these accoutrements your doing? Never took you for the type to have a talent in interior design."

It was unclear whether or not that statement was meant to be mockery.
syncopathic: (of those forgotten trees)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-04-10 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's be real-- would Shigaraki have even wasted his time with Dito if he were a quiet, shy person? Dito was under the impression that Shigaraki only surrounded himself with people that he found useful, and a shrinking violet definitely didn't seem like they would qualify. He glanced over at the albino, his mouth quirking in a sardonic smile.

"That was mostly genuine. This place looks better than a lot of the other shitholes I've frequented. Oh, and I'll take a raincheck on the tea for now. Gotta get over this sudden case of sarcasm poisoning. Kinda weird how it only seems to flare up when I'm around you, huh?"

Chuckling to himself, Dito made his way over to a nearby sofa and flopped unceremoniously down upon it, his legs resting over the armrest. So much for propriety-- he apparently had no problem quickly making himself at home.

"So," he began, stretching his arms lazily over his head. "As pleasant a host as you've been so far, I'm not under any kind of delusion that you invited me here to further enjoy my sparkling personality. So let's get down to brass tacks. You said you wanted to talk to me about something, right?"
syncopathic: (we can always just fuck away our sorrows)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-04-10 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
A low chuckle vibrated in Dito's chest as he laced his fingers together and held his arms perpendicular above his head. The effect made him look charmingly whimsical, out of place with his dark and cynical personality.

"I'm flattered at your implication that I actually have an effect on you. I wouldn't be surprised if you had an equally sizeable presence among the masses."

His head still resting on the couch cushion, Dito looked up at Shigaraki with his honey-colored eyes while another one of those smug smiles pulled at the edges of his lips. It was hard to tell whether he was grinning at the implications behind what he'd just said, or at Shigaraki's comment about being tied up in chains. He seemed content to leave it to the other man's imagination.

"But sure, we can partner up. Got nothing better to do with my time an' I get the feeling that hanging out with you is going to give me no end of entertainment. My spear is yours to do with as you will, Lord Wraith."
syncopathic: (and the magic light)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-04-21 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can you blame me? You didn't really give me a lot to work with in terms of names. You're just lucky I didn't decide to saddle you with one of the more embarrassing ones. You know, in retaliation for you being cagey with your personal information. I could have, you know. I'm not always so nice."

Interesting tic this man had. Dito wondered if it was a nervous habit or an honest attempt at self-mutilation. Neither would have surprised him-- it was obvious that his new employer had more than his fair share of quirks.

"And for the record, I don't expect you to give me a fancy title in turn. Never really was much for formality, to be honest. Dito's fine. 'Hey you' works too, in a pinch."

Another coquettish grin, one that Shigaraki should have known by now meant that a double entendre was on the horizon.

"Doesn't matter what you call me, really. Odds are good that I'll come every time."
syncopathic: (come a colder season)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-05-09 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shigaraki Tomura." The name is spoken in a languid, contemplative drawl, as if it were a particularly exotic wine Dito wanted to savor. "Shigaraki Tomura," he says again, closing his eyes as if to better appreciate it. Finally, he scoffs. "Quite a mouthful of a name you've got there, Tee. I'll stick with comin' up with my own nicknames if it's all the same to you."

A sudden pressure on his lips causes Dito to open his eyes, his pupils shrinking at the sight of Shigaraki kneeling over him. His hand is currently covering Dito's mouth-- not hard enough to be painful, but enough to drive the point across. Dito attempts to slow his breathing; to slow his suddenly racing heart. With a flick of his head, he frees his mouth from the makeshift muzzle.

"Strongly advise against doing that, my lord. Last person who tried to control me like that wound up a little more, shall we say... bifurcated than she originally started out. Which ain't to say I wouldn't shut my trap for you, of course. You just gotta ask nicely. And give me a little somethin' extra for the trouble. A little quid pro quo, and all that."
syncopathic: (I will never be hijacked by a fairytale)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-05-20 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well. He couldn't say that he hadn't expected this at some point. Dito shivered as Shigaraki's fingers traced the contours of his neck, but his smile never faded. If anything, it grew wider as Shigaraki gave in to his anger and closed his hand around the smaller man's tender throat, tossing one leg across Dito's to sit astride him. The heat of the other man's body against his, the hardness of his hands against his neck-- plus some other distinct hardness pressing against his leg-- caused Dito to tilt his head back and utter a noise that was soft and subtle and decidedly unfeigned.

"N-nhh--" Almost as if on instinct, Dito's hips rose, pressing against Shigaraki's either in an attempt to chase that warmth or try to buck him off-- it could easily have been either. "Is this what you wanted to hear, my lord? Does this excite you, having your underling at your mercy? Knowing that all it'd take is one tiny bit of pressure to make me writhe? You think you're in control, but you're not. You're a slave to your own desires, just like everyone else. Just like me."

He gave Shigaraki no reaction time. Quick as a striking snake his hand darted around the other man's head, fingers fisting deep into the pale white hair hard enough to hurt. Spots formed in Dito's vision as he leaned into Shigaraki's grip, raising his upper body upwards to slam their mouths together in a harsh and bruising kiss.
syncopathic: (so no maker made me)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-06-11 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
That sound, that guttural growling groan vibrated against Dito's lips, violently descended down his body into the very pit of him. He closed his eyes tightly against the sound; against the sudden sting of pain as Shigaraki's teeth bit into his lower lip, the sharp taste of blood filling both their mouths. Dito adjusted his grip on the back of Shigaraki's neck, squeezing it tightly, and when he felt the other man's tongue probe at his lips he opened his mouth to him without thinking, feeling nothing but the hot delicious throbbing in his veins.

It seemed inevitable that one of them would need to come up for air, and Dito breaks off the kiss for a few breathless seconds before capturing his lips again. His other hand is ravenous, already slipping up the front of Shigaraki's shirt to feel the corded muscles underneath. A throaty, satisfied chuckle pulsed in his throat as his intelligent fingers moved across the man's taut stomach, seemingly undeterred by Shigaraki's almost painfully dry skin.

"Well, now... wasn't expecting you to be this well-built under there," he murmured softly, once again parting briefly from Shigaraki. "Got any other surprises for me, handsome?" His fingers were already moving down past the other man's waistband.
Edited 2024-06-11 14:19 (UTC)
syncopathic: (very so very wise)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-06-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The man moves like he's never been touched this intimately before, and in all likelihood he hasn't. Despite his posturing and bravado, there were little things about his mannerisms and his reactions to Dito's flirtations that led the Disciple to believe that he was inexperienced in matters of the flesh.

The way he flushed and moaned when Dito's hand slipped below his waist only cemented that suspicion-- who else but a virgin would nearly come undone with just the slightest touch? Far from being annoyed or disgusted, Dito feels renewed heat travel throughout his body, causing his hips to twitch and his mouth to run dry. The idea of corrupting this already tarnished body even further was just too intoxicating to resist.

His fingers don't shrink from Shigaraki's skin, merely continues its descent past pelvis and pubis to the most sensitive part of him; where Dito is amused to discover the man's already rock-hard erection. He pauses his ministrations, gazing into Shigaraki's reddened face and lust-darkened eyes with a low and almost predatory chuckle.

"What did I tell you? People love to talk bullshit about virtue and heroism and purity, but they're all just denying the ugly depravity that lies within us all. No one has full control of their baser instincts, my lord. Not even you. You're just as much of a sick freak as everyone else. And deep down... you love it, don't you?"
Edited 2024-06-15 23:20 (UTC)
syncopathic: (in that August breeze)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-07-01 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Shigaraki's words were scornful, like a child reduced to flinging insults to hide his embarrassment, and Dito had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep from bursting into laughter. It was quite the contrast, hearing him speak such sarcastic rhetoric while rutting against Dito like a horny mongrel. And yet there was also something intensely alluring about the man's awkward desperation, so pitifully hard-up and yet so unsure of how to get what his body craved.

"Ah, I get it. You're one of those types who blame everyone else for your own problems, yeah? That's fine. Maybe you're right and I am getting a rise out of teasing you. Or maybe I'm just trying to get you to acknowledge that you're not the one in control this time."

The Disciple grinned fearlessly into the other man's snarl, his body once again sliding slowly, tantalizingly against Shigaraki's hips. Another one of those low, satisfied chuckles pulsed in his throat as he saw Shigaraki's pupils dilate with both pleasure and frustration.

"So how about it, my lord? As your Disciple, I'm here to serve your every need. Your every need. All you need to do... is say 'please'."
Edited 2024-07-01 20:06 (UTC)
syncopathic: (we've got everything we need to survive)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-10-24 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ha. And here he thought he would've had to work a little harder to get Shigaraki to show this kind of weakness. Further proof that his intimidating employer wasn't used to the tables being turned on him. Dito hummed with pleasure, satisfied even as Shigaraki tugged at his hair hard enough to nearly make his eyes water; even as he reached upward to seek Dito's mouth once again. The Disciple's triumph belied the arousal now straining against his own pants-- something about Shigaraki's sullen acquiescence, as if he were ashamed of his baser instincts yet unable to fight against them, were startlingly, intensely erotic.

When next he spoke, Dito's voice was little more than a throaty murmur against the other man's lips, his tone filled with the coy smugness of a trainer who has broken a particularly wild horse: "Good boy~"

He didn't wait for Shigaraki's reaction. Dito's head dipped down, his mouth pressing against the pale flesh of the other man's neck-- flesh that was raised and raw from constant scratching. The Disciple's tongue slid against that rough skin, his throat vibrating with another one of those coquettish chuckles even as his hand once again slipped down Shigaraki's waist to grasp the man's cock. Pressing his body against his employer's, Dito's intelligent hand began working the throbbing member with all the skill of a sought-after courtesan, pausing every once and again to slide his thumb tantalizingly over the head.
syncopathic: (Default)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2024-12-14 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Shigaraki would need to learn, and learn fast, that one of the things Dito prided himself on the most was the ability to read people with startling accuracy. He'd deduced from practically their first encounter that Shigaraki was a not a man who spent a lot of his time in the company of others, and even less time in intimate situations like this. Which was fine-- more than acceptable, in fact. If Dito hadn't suffered from the hypersexuality inherent in all Disciples he would probably have chosen very much the same sort of lifestyle. As it stood, it made it that much easier to catch the other man off guard, and Dito had to admit that Shigaraki caught off guard was surprisingly just as alluring as when he had complete control over the situation.

Still, the man managed to find ways to surprise him. Dito's body jolted as he felt a hand slide down his neck and back, slipping up between his legs to press against the most private part of him. Dito felt his cock throb deliciously beneath Shigaraki's questing fingers, and before he could rein himself in he threw his head back with a gasping moan.

"Auhhh-- hhhh..." His body arched, his hips bucking into that hand as his face became flushed with pleasure and need. Goosebumps spread all over his body, and he knew that Shigaraki was drinking it all in with those gorgeous ruby eyes of his. "Ah... hahahahaha..." Dito's laugh was breathless, almost approving. "God you're a fast learner. Guess it was too much to expect me to win this little flesh game that easily, huh?"

He flashed Shigaraki an indulgent grin, his teeth digging into his lower lip; lust making his pupils blown wide. "As much as I'd love to throw caution to the winds and let you absolutely ravage my body tonight, I get the feeling you don't exactly have anything in the way of protection, do you?"
syncopathic: (you only have time)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-01-08 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Showing off for his benefit? Only slightly. Dito doesn't see the point in faking his reactions-- in his mind, Shigaraki's grotesque beauty was something that deserved proper tribute. Dito's grin never wavers-- if anything, his eyes soften into something akin to affection. The man really is quite adorable, the way he flusters over the smallest things.

"You really shouldn't be asking me that question," he says, chuckling. "Because if I didn't know better, I would've said you've probably sired bastards all over your world, the way you look. Or at the very least left behind some very satisfied one-night stands. But I think we've already established that my tastes don't exactly run to the conventional, am I right?"

He shifts his grip on Shigaraki's cock, feeling it twitch under his fingers. Dito rolls his hips back, choking back a moan at the feeling of Shigaraki's hand pressed against his own straining erection. His own free hand reaches down, sliding past the band of his trousers to work himself out into the open air. Dito's cock was not at all proportionate to the rest of him-- indeed, it was probably the most impressive thing about his physique. Sliding forward, he wrapped his fingers around both of their dicks, idly stroking them together with his thumb.

"Hhhh... So since neither of us came prepared, and since I don't really wanna deal with any chafing after the fact-- no offense--" A breathy laugh. "It's probably better that we start off with just some over-the-clothes action, yeah?"
Edited 2025-01-09 01:22 (UTC)
syncopathic: (to it you're no stranger)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-03-18 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Tomura Shigaraki was a vision. Dito felt his breath hitch as his eyes drank in every bit of the man straddled above him. The flush that spread across his cheeks. The way his chest rose and fell with every shallow breath. The need that darkened his crimson eyes, mixed with an almost boyish uncertainty. Dito watches the other man chew at his bottom lip and feels a new thrill of pleasure run through him, a thrill that for once has nothing to do with the sudden appearance of blood.

Dito's other hand moved to cup the back of Shigaraki's neck, lightly squeezing at the muscles there as if he meant to reassure him. Slowly he began to roll his hips in slow, fluid movements, his fingers gently flexing around the both of their shafts as he stroked them closer and closer towards climax. A soft, pleased sound pulsed in his throat as he felt Shigaraki's cock throb around his hand-- the man was already so achingly, tantalizingly close.

"Nnh-- god I'd love to have the time to take you apart good and proper-- see what you've got going on underneath all those clothes." Dito's voice had the hint of a laugh in it, though it was only slightly at Shigaraki's expense. "But you're just about ready to explode right now, aren't you? I can feel it." It was true-- the man's body was trembling with the effort of holding back, of delaying the inevitable for just a few moments more.

Chuckling, Dito shifted his grip on Shigaraki's neck as he leaned upward to press their foreheads together. His voice was a whisper. "You don't have to try to keep control, you know. I told you, you're in good hands. Let it go. Let it all go. Your precious bodyguard has you in the palm of his hand." Another soft laugh, as if he were tickled by either the pun or his sentimental choice of words.
syncopathic: (we can always just fuck away our sorrows)

(cw: mentions of past sexual abuse)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-04-07 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
It was adorable, how Shigaraki was still attempting to regain some measure of control despite being close to coming apart at the seams. Dito didn't respond to his blustering demands for silence-- he was too enthralled in what he was seeing. Five's reactions were always overblown and over the top, more like she was showing off than any genuine expressions of pleasure. Shigaraki's were more subdued and much more intense-- his grunting pants for breath, the jerky movement of his hips; the way his eyes rolled back behind closing lids as he thrust his way towards climax.

Tomura Shigaraki was most beautiful when he was on the verge of coming apart.

He didn't last much longer. Dito felt the other man suddenly grip his hair tight enough for it to be almost painful; heard him choke out his name in a desperate cry, and suddenly he felt Shigaraki's cock release warm wetness into his hands. Dito continued pumping the man's engorged member with every pulse, feeling the man writhe and shudder gasp with pleasure that he knew from experience was almost unbearably close to pain. When it was over, Shigaraki sagged against him, his breathing sharp and shallow.

Dito uttered a soft chuckle. "Wore you out, did I? That wasn't even my A-game." He winced as he felt his own rock-hard erection still swollen and aching in his hand-- he hadn't had nearly enough time to bring himself off, and he was sure Shigaraki could feel it as well.
Edited 2025-04-07 01:52 (UTC)
syncopathic: (it's never too late for a chance)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-04-25 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Like any true sadist, Dito knew that milking every ounce of pain from a victim sometimes had the unfortunate side effect of causing them to shut down; to withdraw into themselves in an almost subconscious attempt to escape. Obviously that didn't much matter when it came to killing an adversary in battle, but when it came to torture, it meant that the prey essentially became useless. The fun was over. They just became another piece of meat. It was the same with pleasure-- give too much to someone at one time, no matter how enjoyable it was to torment them, and you risked burning out their brains.

It was a shame, really. Though he would only have admitted it in his own secret thoughts, Shigaraki was the most fun he'd had in a long time... in terms of dalliances, anyway. He grinned impishly at the other man as his wrist was taken, his eyes widening in mock shock-- good heavens, how did that get there?-- as his devious hand traced light trails across Shigaraki's stomach, smearing slick jism over the muscles as they clenched.

"Oh, that? That was a demonstration, my gorgeous-- ah?" Dito's words cut off in a sharp and almost feminine gasp as he suddenly felt Shigaraki take hold of his engorged cock. He'd been so fixated on reducing the other man to a whimpering, writhing lump of overstimulated pleasure that he hadn't realized how close he himself was; how sensitive he'd become to touch in only a few minutes. Dito bit his lip hard enough to taste blood as he struggled not to lose himself just yet. His body trembled, his hips froze, rigid with his refusal to move against Shigaraki's fingers.

Only one coherent thought blazed through his addled brain: How had this angry little virgin managed to switch the traces on him so quickly?
Edited 2025-05-03 02:56 (UTC)
syncopathic: (very so very wise)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-06-29 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Dito could barely comprehend what Shigaraki was saying, so focused was he on not succumbing to the other man's ministrations too quickly.

"Hhhh... You sadist... waiting for me to drop my guard..." Dito's voice was low, throaty with approval and lust. Despite himself he felt his hips begin to move; to rock against Shigaraki's hand as if the man somehow was controlling his motions. The concept wasn't as worrying as it probably should have been, but perhaps that was the stupid, pigheaded lust clouding his judgment.

He wasn't so far gone that he didn't feel the slight inexperience in the way Shigaraki handles him. The man's grip was rough-- not unpleasant by any means, but it was clear that he hadn't had much practice. Dito wondered, vaguely, if he'd ever even brought himself off before. Shifting slightly, the Disciple reached down to cover Shigaraki's hand with his own.

"Easy now, easy... I ain't a spear haft, y'know-- you don't gotta grip me so hard." Dito's laugh was little more than an exhalation of breath. He could feel the other man's heartbeat through their fingers, and wondered vaguely if Shigaraki could feel his own quickened pulse. Again, that thought didn't bother him as much as it probably should have.
heir_conditioned: (017)

Text; un: Shoto

[personal profile] heir_conditioned 2024-08-27 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Good morning, Shigaraki.
I thought that since we haven't spoken in a while, I would check in to see how you were doing with things being as hectic around here as they are.
heir_conditioned: (043)

[personal profile] heir_conditioned 2024-08-30 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. It's a greeting, it's more that I am hoping for your morning to have gone well.

I'm glad to hear you are. I am checking in, I promised I would and with everything that happened I wanted to make sure you were alright. I've seen Nii-san already. Are you settled in now?
heir_conditioned: (CtDVPGw)

[personal profile] heir_conditioned 2024-08-30 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I'd still wish you a good morning. That wouldn't mean I wouldn't stop the city from crumbling. I think what we'd have to explore is what could make it better where good didn't mean the city's destruction. I admit sometimes I don't like this place either.

I try to keep my word. I meant it when I said I wanted us all to integrate and not have to worry about what's happening at home as a fissure between all of us. Also, my father is 195 centimeters tall.

I spoke to Toya, sorry. I should've just said it that way.


[Maybe using the honorific tripped him up, not many got that if any other than Yuta from Shoto.]
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[personal profile] heir_conditioned 2024-08-30 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't like that it took our quirks from us, that someone violated our DNA for their own gain and benefit. I don't like things like that being done to someone's body, or my own.

I do. And if you're sincere, I will do that. I will talk to each of them and we can come to an agreement. I think you'll find we can. Bakugo may be the hardest to convince, but I'm sure he'll understand that a peace means more as a whole to all of us, not just us but everyone here.

I'm sorry, I didn't know he hadn't told you. He is the oldest of my two brothers. We thought he was dead or I'd have been looking for him a long time ago if I could have.
capillatus: (27)

friend; un: protector

[personal profile] capillatus 2024-10-27 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Tomura Shigaraki. I hope you are well. Please let me know if there is anything you need.
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[personal profile] capillatus 2024-11-17 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear it.

I'm currently in the town. Where would you like me to meet you?
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text > action

[personal profile] capillatus 2024-11-20 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I'll be there shortly.

[He doesn't hesitate to do as requested. As he's already in town, he can walk to the notice board in less than 10 minutes, and he's there before the time is up. Once there, he examines the board, so he doesn't look as if he's simply waiting for someone.]
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[personal profile] capillatus 2024-11-21 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
No, nothing in particular.

[There were items he might have had a mild interest in, but there was nothing that compelled him. He was more interested in what Shigaraki had in mind.]

Yes, some days I start work earlier. Today I went on a walk beforehand. I try to monitor the situation in town.

[Usually when this world started to destabilize, there were little signs that appeared first. It was a good idea to look out for these.]

What is it you wanted to ask of me?

[Things are very different here, but working for Shigaraki's sake is familiar. It's a good thing that they're both here. He's glad to be able to assist him.]
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12/25 gift delivery!!

[personal profile] devilishkouhai 2024-12-27 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ A box is left outside Tomura's Home, with the following items!
Obtained
x1 Box of Chocolates
x1 Box of Cookies
x1 A basket of Girlish boyish Items, such as body wash, lotion, body oils etc.
x1 Photonic Crystal
Card/Letter: Merry Christmas, let me know if you do anything with that crystal as it can house a whole game you work on within it. - BB ]
Edited 2024-12-27 03:48 (UTC)
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1/5ish Action

[personal profile] devilishkouhai 2025-01-14 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ohaiiiyoooo ~~~ ♡!! [ BB knocks at the door of their - well, tree house. Wherever there is a place for her to sound off an alarm. She is dressed in her BB CORPS jacket and a cute pink pig backpack. She came with a bag of treats to bring as gifts!!! ] Open up~~! BB has a treat for you!! Actually, snacks for the both of you, maybe one of them is poisoned - just kidding, that'd be absolutely stupid to poison a present, right, right?

Anyway, it's cold as fuck outside, let me in! I have something I wanna ask!!!
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[personal profile] devilishkouhai 2025-01-14 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Out she pops from the hatch as she crawls up it with an excited chirp, swinging the food bag around. ]

Snacks! Snacks! Sweets! The best kind of treats to win anyone's heart over! Even a tough baddie like you! [ The bag gets snatched, and she seems to giddily giggle away and crawl fully up into their humble abode. Eyes darting around looking to see - WAS IT A MESS??? WHAT KIND OF MAN CAVE DID SHE JUST CRAWL INTO?

Then she haphazardly answers, ]
Saying hi, and, maybe doing some research. Also, seeing what you're doing. So I'm stalking you like a normal person, obviously.
Edited 2025-01-14 00:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-01-14 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[BB is in luck. Between the fastidious ministrations of Kurogiri and Dito, the treehouse was always relatively clean. There are patches of clutter here and there that gave the whole house a lived-in look, but nothing overwhelming or overly messy. The smell of smoked bacon and thyme wafts through the room, and Dito can be seen at the stove, stirring a boiling pot of what looked to be some sort of chowder.

He doesn't bother to look BB's way at her arrival, but he does deign to toss a snide comment over his shoulder.]


I thought I heard the dulcet tones of our resident busybody. At least you admit to stalking us this time.

[He takes a sip of the chowder, shakes his head with a noise of disappointment, and adds more pepper.]
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text; un:protector

[personal profile] capillatus 2025-05-13 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tomura Shigaraki, I have something to discuss with you.
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[personal profile] capillatus 2025-05-13 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I wanted to inform you of Overhaul's arrival here.

I've established communication with him. However, I did not inform him of your presence.
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[personal profile] capillatus 2025-05-15 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Understood. I wanted to leave that in your control.

I stated that I wished to remain on civil terms with him, as we have no real reason to be at odds here.
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[personal profile] capillatus 2025-05-20 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure what you read, but I simply established a truce between the two of us and stated that it would be best for us to cooperate here. I don't consider us friends, and I intend to keep an eye on him.

There's no question of being on his side. I'm on yours.
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text; un: overhaul

[personal profile] keppeki 2025-05-26 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ After thoroughly testing Overhaul to ensure it works properly: ]

I'm ready to do you that favor.


( ooc: zero rush getting to this! just wanted to do it while i was thinking about it ♥ )
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[personal profile] keppeki 2025-05-28 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
I regained it faster than you expected, huh?

[ A rhetorical question. ]

Let's meet at The Wandering Boar in Stellari. No one will look twice at us there.

I'll bring someone with me. Do the same, if you want.