Reblog If You Are Willing To Do Toxic Ships

Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

soryn definitely still has a v strong attraction toward women and fem-presenting people! but if ur a man, u gotta try harder to impress them

" ah— o-oh! oh, goodness, i-i— i w-was wondering where that went! thank you s-so much. " an embarrassed laugh leaves the hero now, cheeks flushing as she smiles sheepishly and retrieves the pouch from the other's hand. she reattaches it to her belt with the others. must've come loose during the fight... maybe she could figure out a better way of keeping them fastened to the belt. to his praise, agatha feels her cheeks flushing more under her mask (which she feels incredibly grateful for now). " th-thank you! i-it's b-been a real honor working b-b-by your side... um, f-fatgum, r-right? "

⟬ @fiorserpen / s.c ⟭

"I found this down the street. Didn't look like it was busted open, so I figured ya'd want it back." Taishiro didn't feel it was a wild stretch of his imagination to assume that the pouch was hers when it matched the ones attached to the front of her belt. After a hard-fought battle, the last thing any hero wanted to learn was that they needed to replace their gear, so he was more than happy to lend her a hand. "You did a real good job out there, by the way."

" ...what? " isn't 'kitty' right there in the name?

“ did y’all know that Hello Kitty ain’t a cat? “

[ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. ( from leah to aggie!! )

agatha's teary gaze drifts up to leah's face, sniffling as she focuses on her features. she squeezes her hands, form trembling from the sobs that wracked it only moments ago. to say she'd gotten overwhelmed today was putting it mildly. it was bad enough being startled awake by a nightmare, then her car broke down on her way to work and it had to be taken to a mechanic, which will cost her a pretty penny. she was late to work (not that todd, her boss, minded but it left her flustered anyway), had gotten a few people's pickup orders mixed up, which resulted in her getting yelled at and called a few names.

then she finally came home via cab, took a hot shower to calm her nerves, changed into an old t-shirt and sweatpants, and decided to read for a bit. agatha assumed it was safe to believe her stressful day was behind her, but that was until she got hungry and decided to cook something for herself. maybe she was still a little frazzled from her day, but nothing she was doing was going right. it was going terribly, in fact. mismeasured ingredients, burnt food. fine, fine, she'll have something simple, like a bowl of cereal, because that's a perfectly adult thing to do.

what isn't the perfectly adult thing to do is crying over spilled milk when she knocks the jug over. it hits the floor, sending milk all over the floor. all agatha could do was star at it, and then the sobs started and they just wouldn't stop. she feels fortunate that leah was coming home from work now and rushed to her side to comfort and console her. she's reminded of that stupid law. everything that can go wrong will go wrong, and boy did it all go wrong today.

" i'm s-sorry you came home to— t-to s-such a mess, leah. " agatha sniffles, squeezing her hands. " today w-was just... i-it w-was such a terrible day. it was o-one thing after another. " with a trembling hand, she gestures now to the dirty dishes in the sink with bits of burnt food stuck to them and now the milk on the floor. " all i w-wanted w-was something to eat a-and i couldn't even get th-that right. " agatha shakes her head, her gaze lowering. " oh, i-i'm s-such a mess too, now. "

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

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