why does my broke cousin get to date a black haired baddie and I don't? Why did he (suguru) leave me
i think you would write the FUCK out of miss kujo herself, but also i would kind of kms to specifically write vanilla ice / dio with you. i'm self serving.
Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?
the way I've actually written jolyne before 😭 it didn't last tho because my muses for rohan and abbacchio were far stronger but mayyybe I could bring her back I'd need to check my brain bits to revive the muse
As for vanilla ice idt I have a muse for him sadly 😭 I'm betraying sho hayami... But don't worry I've written giorno before and we can definitely have the patricide interaction we deserve
not requested but there's something about a text thread, isn't there? anyway, these are a mixed bucket, i'll deffo post more of these, but for now, here you go, bon appetit, and if you wanna make them texts to a wrong number?? all the better! just make it clear for the person receiving it!
( sms ) : hey! is this [WRONG NAME] from the club last night?
( sms ) : wait right there, i'm on my way
( sms ) : sorry, who is this?
( sms ) : so... last night was fun.
( sms ) : can i come over?
( sms ) : did i leave my underwear at your place last night?
( sms ) : i am having the WORST / BEST day!!
( sms ) : we need to talk.
( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in.
( sms ) : you awake?
( sms ) : i miss you.
( sms ) : i'm sorry.
( sms ) : wanna hang out later?
( sms ) : it's honestly insane how much i love you.
( sms ) : i'm worried about you.
( sms ) : please don't say i told you so...
( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?
( sms ) : got any plans tonight?
( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.
( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.
( sms ) : i'm boooooooooored.
( sms ) : i can't sleep.
( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?
( sms ) : where are you?
( sms ) : i love you.
( sms ) : are you really okay?
( sms ) : please don't shut me out. i can tell when something's bothering you.
( sms ) : can you come pick me up please?
( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency?
( sms ) : why have you been acting so weird lately?
( sms ) : you know you can tell me anything, right?
( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in?
( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?
( sms ) : wanna go on vacation together?
( sms ) : i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.
( sms ) : what the hell happened last night?
( sms ) : i don't wanna be alone tonight. can i stay at your place?
( sms ) : i got a code red situation.
( sms ) : what's shakin, bacon?
( sms ) : what should i have for dinner tonight?
( sms ) : it's so boring when you're not around.
( sms ) : so... the drunk voicemails i left you last night... you totally listened to them, didn't you.
( sms ) : i love you but if you ever eat my bagel bites again...
( sms ) : wanna go out tonight?
"hey, been meaning to ask — " well, not so much ask as accuse, but toji isn't one to show his hand immediately. he reaches a pinky into his ear and scratches at the canal, flicking dry wax off in a direction that is, most graciously, not his fellow instructor's . . . even though the thought does cross his mind. "you absorb my cursed spirit, @vzmky?"
i do not fear ridicule. i never have. ( Gojo and Nagumo )
@tearenere
‘ well, surrendering it won’t be of much help, either. i say pick your poison. ’
always terse. always mocking. it’s become a ritual to them, this back and forth exchange of mild amusement and mild sarcasm. satoru’s especially fond of the times when nagumo is less forgiving, when the words cut deep like knives on tender flesh. morbid comparison. before his mind loses its tracks, satoru lets out a big exhale, shoulders hunched in a dramatic gesture as long legs catch up to nagumo’s pace on the sidewalk.
‘ what’s it to you, though? never thought you’d be the type to worry about that sort of thing. unless you’re hiding your cute self. are you a tsundere? ’ he says with a grin.
lamp lights haloed their shapes, two tall men moving through the crowd. blending with their surroundings comes easy in the anonymity provided by the rush-hour waves made of tired salarymen, students, workers of all kinds returning to their homes. they stop by the intersection, lights turning red.
engines rev up. cars begin to move.
‘ pride’s just as important as power. you can’t really separate one from the other. isn’t that scary? strength that doesn’t make you proud is a burden. if you’re raised to become a weapon or a top class assassin, the very least you should do is to have something to show for it. for pride’s sake. otherwise that’d just be a pretty empty life. ’
the red man changes its color, turning to neon green. satoru takes a couple steps, notices that nagumo isn’t moving from his place and turns around, head tilts slightly to the side.
‘ you’re not coming? ’
❝ yeah, yeah ⸻ they called me in for this. ❞
leone's arms uncross, expression disgruntled. he hates doing jobs for the school, but money is money, as long as they're not expecting him to beat up a damned grade 1 or worse on his own. but, that's what contracts are for ⸻ covering his pathetic ass so that this grown adult can be chaperoned while he does his job.
sorcerers are usually capable of conducting their own investigations, but there's no denying that when leone's cursed technique is useful, it's useful.
still, he's decidedly glad to be such a pain in the ass to the school in turn. he's known @vzmky since his unemployed days of sitting on stoops and drinking himself into a spiraling stupor, and as much as he's actually come to like his company, a special grade companion means a ridiculous job.
❝ you still carry that lighter around ? pass it here, will ya ? apparently, i'm gonna need it. ❞
chat, my cousin keeps bringing up my ex during family reunions, do i hit on his crush y/n
@einshi sasayama vc: kogami out here dressed like he’s trying to take the reverend’s daughter out on a date