#handrot

ok honestly i cant cover anything here so make sure to get the doc handy if you can stomach it but

myers was a friend of mine i met through the bnha roleplay sphere back when i was ~18. we became mutuals on my personal around the same time bc he liked my yu-gi-oh posting.

the TLDR is that for 2 years (and more, for others) hes been living a double life where with the close friends and romantic partners he acquires on "anti" tumblr he is a loud and proud anti and even did things like platform my testimony regarding a woman who was predatory towards me at 16 and consoled me in october when another mutual turned out to be proship in private (although we werent nearly as close friends and they never claimed to be anti) and it shook me up pretty bad but on twitter he was actively proship and roleplaying and retweeting everything from smut of kids to incest to both and now even possibly "loli" material, as well as being actively abusing and gaslighting most of the people he got close to and taking advantage of the fact most of us were survivors of abuse ourselves. he cheated on four (i think is the current count) people consecutively and even stole some of their identities and the identities of other people on twitter to try and validate himself in what he was doing as well as revenge for having the audacity to be another dabi roleplayer because he was freakishly possessive over being "THE" dabi fan and would flip his fucking lid if he thought you thought otherwise

which included what started the deep dive into his history. see, nobody wouldve found this shit if not for the fact he accused other roleplayers of being proship/outright pedophiles which was actually connected to when he realized that mouse (a hawks roleplayer) wasnt going to ship ONLY with his dabi and instead was also going to write ship material with another dabi-- and so he went on a rampage, smearing the entire circle of mutuals. in retaliation, they pointed this out, people began coming forward with stories, and his twitter got uncovered, up until then myers led me to believe he was being unfairly attacked by pedophiles and that it was all a conspiracy against him-- before then deleting his posts so all the posts i made in response looked fucking unhinged

    Being back was strange. Magne remembers it so vividly, the way her body felt as it was taken apart in an instant, the endless void of nothingness between life and death or perhaps it was death and finally being brought back. It keeps her up at night. Steals away her rest, her security, her peace. At least it didn’t take away her friends...

Of all the places, of all the times, it had to be right then and there. It’s commendable though, to meet up in broad daylight; most news paint him as some sort of evil, night dwelling demon of a villain. Yet, they sat across eachother at a small terrace table at the local shopping plaza. Which also raises the question... when and how did he get here? Did he sought her off specifically or was this some sort of coincidence? Last she remembered she chose this slightly more isolated table and engulfed all her attention to the screen of her phone, without regard for her surroundings.

There was a small flare of panic, but it was masterfully contained. He’s here, but If she’s not dead yet, that’s a great sign. But suspicious continued to rise. A thin eyebrow arched as her lips sought the straw of her tall, frosty glass of refreshments, slurping the last drops of her bitter cocktail while maintaining a stern, concentrated glare. All movements were slow and calculated, trying to keep the appearances of normality to the best of her ability.

A few moments of silence had passed when she decided to scratch the surface of a possible conversation.

“...Ahem.” she cleared her throat. “May i help with anything? A drink? A cigarette?” a small grimace tug at the corner of her mouth. “...Suns cream?”

???  ||  @handrot

GET A LOAD OF THOSE HANDS !! this was a lot funnier in my head honestly im dying @curesick // @handrot

BONUS:

cant wait to USE HER JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER FIGURES IN HER LIFE

    “ there-- i think it’s perfect like that, no ? “

She is gentle, hands gently combing through his hair, admiring her handiwork. the flowercrown is cute, delicately woved from wildflowers; she doesn’t have the luxury of exotic ones, but she did the best with what she had on hand. Her smile is muted, if only because she feels oddly SOFTER than usual.