nobody knows where i came from i just showed up one day and started doing my thing and god was like who the hell is that i didn't invite them
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nobody knows where i came from i just showed up one day and started doing my thing and god was like who the hell is that i didn't invite them

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“How could robots ever be better than humans when they themselves are the product of humanity?”
“Machines have no souls, no dreams... They’re more akin to monsters in that respect, don’t you think?”
reblog this if your muse is Not Straight
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“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“’Afraid’? Ahahahaha!”
“There’s no point in lying so blatantly and saying I’m not afraid of anything- but ‘being alone’ doesn’t happen to be one of them. I’m actually quite satisfied with the sort of life I lead, even if that might be hard for you to believe.”

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Trope!
The Dreaded
trope
Meaningful Name!
“Trope”
Red Eyes, Take Warning
Trope
Faux Affably Evil !
Trope
Defiant to the End!

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“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.
cremaxion:
Perhaps it’s time to retire for the day. His growling stomach desperately begs him to mug someone just so he can placate his hunger but he doesn’t feel like striking fear into anyone today. He has already used up all the koins and food he started with on his first day in the city and now he’s left with nothing but a frustrating limitation to his quirk and a craving for a hot meal (as if he doesn’t look starved enough).
But that’s nothing sleep can’t fix.
Just as he enters the apartment tower and is about to head straight for his room, a voice gets in the way of his objective. With a pause on his steps and a turn of his head to the side, he finds a dark-haired stranger seemingly about his age with almost sickly-pale skin studying him from the table he has comfortably settled himself in. The suspiciously fascinated glint in his eyes reminds Dabi of how Ujiko looks at him which, frankly, isn’t good news.
❝Do they look like tattoos to you?❞ He asks, his words dripping with heavy sarcasm and annoyance. He lifts his hand up to let the stranger have a better look at the hideous gnarled skin his own flames have granted him with. ❝Want me to give you a few of your own?❞
Of course they didn’t look like tattoos. Izaya liked to think he had a bit more tact than to outright point out someone’s physical anomalies (he wasn’t Shinra, after all) yet he still found himself unable to resist broaching the subject regardless.
The man confirmed his suspicions rather easily, before proceeding to threaten him without so much as skipping a beat. Izaya had been subject to this sort of behavior far too often to be surprised or put out- although he was a bit disappointed by the predictability of the other’s response. Perhaps this man was just another case of a dull personality wrapped in a somewhat intriguing exterior.
Oh, well.
“Is that an offer?” Izaya huffed a laugh, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly as he sized the man up, “Unfortunately I’ll have to decline. Tattoos tend to carry some pretty risky implications in this day and age, right? It would be bad for business, I think.” His left hand drifted casually towards his coat pocket, finding the familiar bite of a cold, steel knife within it.
💔
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
“I love humanity! I love them! I love them so much! That’s why…
All of humanity should love me, too.”
It seemed so long ago since he had spoken those words to himself, though it had only been a few months at most. They still rang just as true as they always had and yet, during times like these when he lies awake at night watching the city lights flicker across his ceiling, he could not help but feel a little jaded with the life he had built for himself.
Now, as he lay in a sterile hospital room that lacked all of the regular comforts of home, it was particularly prominent. With each monotonous tick of the clock it grew, nearly threatening to swallow him whole as he chased a sleep that continued to elude him. He especially missed the reassurance of a flick blade beneath his pillow.
I’m just restless, he assured himself, I’ll be out of here and back to work in a few days, and it will be fine. It wasn’t as if he had never seen this sort of thing coming; he was well aware (he would even go so far as to say enthusiastically so) of the risks that accompanied a lifestyle like his, and he had surely fared worse.
Yet somehow it was as if the blank, emotionless walls around him left too much empty space, allowing his own insecurities to spill out onto them.
Ah, I never have liked hospitals that much.
Izaya forced himself to close his eyes and steady his breathing, counting each exhale. He forced himself to ignore the empty dial tone of an old hospital phone that had been ringing in his ears for hours.
tuzimeimei replied to your post: ��+ a single soggy mcdonalds fry
Does he really want to know the answer to that? Probably not, but she’s giving it anyway! “Yes.”
Not expecting such a straightforward answer, Izaya finds himself amused despite himself.
“Oh? Do you mind explaining the punchline for me, then?”

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inkyhearted replied to your post:��+ berry cobbler!
“Pff, nope. It’s storebought! But it tastes almost as good as the homemade stuff, I promise!”
He isn’t sure about that. His smile doesn’t waver as he already mentally goes through a list of people he could possibly pawn it off on.
“You don’t say? I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”
🍙+ berry cobbler!
Izaya blinks at the proffered item. He isn’t used to receiving gifts, nonetheless baked goods of all things.
“Ah, I’m not really a big fan of sweets, but I suppose it would be rude to refuse a gift.”
“Is this homemade? It’s interesting what you can learn about a person through their cooking, you know?”