Shigaraki Tomura

Good afternoon, Twitter. Last May, I lost my nephew to the ongoing pandemic. I finally brought myself to take care of his belongings, and clear his phone. Upon charging it, I’ve seen several messages he never received. Some before he passed, and others long after.

You don’t have lips.

File this under shit I never expected to hear.

||im not giving up yet I have stories to write and characters to torment 😉

||is it wrong to avoid updating people because I don’t want to scare anyone

|| update time: I’m at the hospital waiting on tests. Cough isn’t worse, but it isn’t better. Fever’s higher and I just want to sleep. I’ll try and do replies tonight if I can. Hang in there everybody 👊

||my aunt wants to take me to urgent care if my cough doesn’t let up by tomorrow 😕

|| Apologies for the reduction in activity. Work has been nearly nonstop the last several weeks, and I may be coming down with a cold. I’m hoping it’s only a cold, at least. I will keep replying when I can, but it will likely remain slow until I have more time.

Securing an apartment short notice is easy with access to the PLF’s seemingly bottomless pockets. All under pseudonyms, of course. Once it’s been suitably decorated, he sends an image to @MofuMofuPomWan with only an address in the text.

|| I would just like to remind my fellow Shigaraki accounts that our boy is 20. I understand if you want to ship or lewd him, but maybe do that with other adults and not children. 🤨

At least he wasn’t gargling them. This time.

No, Twice. You can’t have a jar of Orbeez. I’m not going without a toilet just so you can participate in another goddamn meme.

I guess.

I’ll show you dusty.

Don’t you dare.

It’s an improvement. You should thank me.

Decays it.