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"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"
“Because I flushed Thor’s cape down the toilet.”
“Again, why?”
“Why not?”
“Because everything is soaking wet, and it’s leaking through the floor?”
“You can blame Thor for that.”
“What has that got to do with anything? You put it there in the first place now go clean it up!”
The 8th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being shot at
I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, gore, murder, alcohol and drug use, hack&slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!
"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"
“Because I flushed Thor’s cape down the toilet.”
“Again, why?”
“Why not?”
“Because everything is soaking wet, and it’s leaking through the floor?”
you now cosplay your icon for every day of your life from now on how screwed are you
"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"
“Because I flushed Thor’s cape down the toilet.”
“Again, why?”
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"SORRY I FISTED YOU!!"
“.. I-I’m not quite sure how to respond to this.”
“You’re not quite sure on anything are you?”
Squints at chest. “I’m not quite sure if you’re a man or a woman.
“I’d say I’m gonna kill you for that but that’s be old news.”
“It must be hard for you, you couldn’t get into a movie over PG with a face like that, and even then you’d struggle what with having no parents. It’s so sad to see the only love and warmth in your life is from the renovated, cold, dead corpses of your mother and father, even Granny Chiyo doesn’t love you anymore.”
SHAAAANNAROOOOO!!!
"SORRY I FISTED YOU!!"
“.. I-I’m not quite sure how to respond to this.”
“You’re not quite sure on anything are you?”
The 8th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to setting their house on fire
i am spatula kyle
All Hail Spatula Kyle <3
"NOT LIKE THAT YOU STINKIN’ PEVERT!!"
"Well how the hell am I meant to know that, hm?! Ya Leaf Ninja aren’t exactly clear with your signals on what you want, you know!"
"Cha!! You blondes really are all alike, thick! You wouldn’t know what I meant if it hit you in the face. Which, if you don’t shut up, it might actually."
"That a stab at your little jinchuuriki friend? Well I can understand me, pinkie, but I’d have thought you’d be nicer to him. Hm. And besides… I doubt you could really hurt me even if you wanted to."
"You want a demonstration, asshole?"
"With PLEEEAAASURE!"
He throws his hands into his clay satchels and brings them out, forming a small clay bird. He then uses his jutsu to make it expand to a rideable size, hopping upon its back and taking to the skies. His hands, once in the air are in the satchels once again, taking the time to make a small, explosive surprise.
"I ain’t gonna let you get through me that easy, hm."
"Come at me big boy!!"
She shifted into a poised fighting stance, ready for whatever he was readying to attack with.
"I often mistake you for Ino-pig, you aren't cousins or something? Because if you were let me just tell you I would have to permanently take 5 mins out of everyday to stand and laugh at her."
"Ino? Nah, I’m not related to… Hold on. Why would you have to take 5 minutes just to laugh at some girl for being related to me?! It’d be a privelage to be related to me! Hm!"
…
"Wait a sec… Are you the pink haired crazy chick who put Sasori in the ground? Hm!"
"Ehheheh no, I don’t know why you’d think that not at all, who’s Sasori? who are you??…"
"You don’t know either of us? Well… if the description fits, Sasori is the puppet master of the Akatsuki that either you or some other monster strong ninja killed, hm."
And as for me, I’m the more artistic of the two: presenting the Explosive Artist, Deidara! Hm!” He then takes a polite bow whilst sporting a cocky smile.
"And you are, hm?"
"Just leaving…"
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Poof! Two Deidaras! The clone makes a swift step to stand in front of her, looking straight down at her.
"Aw c’mon. That’s no way to treat someone you just met, hm? I’ve yet to hear your name~!"
"B-back off you creep. I said I was just leaving."
She ducked between the two quickly, as they began to close in on her.
"If you don’t mind me I’ll just be going this way, you were going that other direction weren’t you? Guess it was nice meeting you…Deidara was it? Bye!!"
He immediately reaches out and grabs her by the collar, grabbing tightly and stopping her in her tracks. The other Deidara makes a casual saunter around to the front of her, smirking deviously.
"If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to escape, hm. Now, why would you do that? Especially if you’re the one who approached me?"
Sakura stood as still as possible, hoping not to provoke the man further. She had heard of how dangerous the Akatsuki's "Explosive Artist" could be.
"I mean, yeah sure I did approach you, but then I got up close and realized how gorgeous you were and I got really intimidated. So if you please, let go and I can leave you to whatever business it is you do."
"Man, it’s so quiet around here… hm. Hope something kicks off…"
"I’ll kick you off."
"Is… Is that meant to imply something, hm? Cold blooded killer and a prowler, never took ya to be so devious, Pinkie! Hm!"
"NOT LIKE THAT YOU STINKIN’ PEVERT!!"
"Well how the hell am I meant to know that, hm?! Ya Leaf Ninja aren’t exactly clear with your signals on what you want, you know!"
"Cha!! You blondes really are all alike, thick! You wouldn’t know what I meant if it hit you in the face. Which, if you don’t shut up, it might actually."
"That a stab at your little jinchuuriki friend? Well I can understand me, pinkie, but I’d have thought you’d be nicer to him. Hm. And besides… I doubt you could really hurt me even if you wanted to."
"You want a demonstration, asshole?"
"MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR" I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday
"Sasori-saaan, how would you feel about a threesome with Dei. You know you, him, and me <3"
"Yeah, let’s not do that."
"Let’s TOTALLY do that!"
"DEIDARA, PLEASE PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON."
"Deidara-senpai, yes please!!"
