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Out of targets : Hi, guys. I know I owe a lot of you responses here and over on @kerryugan. The last few days, I’ve been moving to a new state and we don’t have Internet yet. I apologize for the inconvenience but thank you all for your patience. I should be back in the next day or so.
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dat eyes doe <3
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May the g o d s have m e r c y on my enemies because I won’t.
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injury/torture starter sentences
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“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” “I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.” “Will you please tell me who did this to you?” “Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.” “I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.” “Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?” “My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.” “You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.” “Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.” “Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.” “Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.” “Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!” “You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” “If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.” “Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.” “Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?” “I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.” “Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.” “I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.” “Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”
I did a quick edit to Kazuma’s bio to include some clan history, and abilities.
@imliterallyalpha liked this post for a starter || The Dog & The Dragon
❝ I heard you’re a bit like a dog,❞ teased the Chinoike boy with a crooked smile. If such a statement was antagonistic, he wasn’t sure. What prompted him to speak up was pure curiosity –– The Inuzuka Clan was known to specialize in the use of ninken, if he wasn’t mistaken. Never in his life had Kazuma been blessed with a companion of any sort, thus he rejected any and all who tried to squirrel their way into his life.
❝ Don’t worry, it’s okay to be a bit animalistic.❞
:: Completely Justified
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Once when he moved away from her fingers, she lowered then to cross them in front of her body, tilting her head and waited for the boy to speak with a smile. “Sacred? Your average black hair is scared? Hm, it was soft. On the other hand, my hair would be sacred, due to rarity.” Completely justified… yes, her actions was justified by the fact that when she sees a cute boy, she can’t keep her hands to herself.
❝Tch, I’ve seen many with tresses of moonbeams,❞ he said and promptly has to pause because what sort of poetic rebuttal was that, Kazuma? He’s scowling at the woman, though, as if she were insane. She was lucky to be particularly beautiful, though. Agitation became evident in the young man's features, contorting them into a mask of distaste. However, a moment passed before his expression enervated into something far more serene.
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Would anyone like a starter ?! Pls like this post if interested, friendos.
netherly:
＂Ｉ＇ｌｌ ｋｉｌｌ ｙｏｕ． ． ．＂
Out of Iron : Some of ya’ll are just inspirational and I one day hope Kazuma will be as well-developed as your OCs. I’m just so fucking awestruck gdi.
Ivory stained in blood is more beautiful than fairy lights in the dark.
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@ukiteki liked this for a starter || Raindrops of Ruby.
Not so gently had he been ordered to report to the Raikage’s office for discussion. Civil discussion had never been his forte , yet here he stood, obediently agreeing to the mission he had been handed moments before. He was to meet with a medic-nin of Amegakure. Why, he wanted to ask. He hesitated. Questioning the Raikage’s antics was never a good idea, so he played along.
Adroit were his fingers as they curled around the edge of the papers, briefly reading through them before setting the small stack back down. It was his way of agreeing –– Everyone seemed to acknowledge the fact that he wasn’t good with conversing.
At this moment he was gliding gracefully through the forest, a certain eloquence which laid dormant at times now present within his lissome limbs, allowing him to move in nigh-silence.
Thoughts flowed as steadily as the blood in his veins. The Chinoike supposed he had been chosen for this because, naturally, he could relate to those of Ame; Kazuma originated from a place that had seen heavy war.
It took him longer than intended to get there but upon his arrival, he slowly stepped into the heavily industrialized Village with a cautious shift of his weight. Rain –– it was beautiful, to say the least. The rhythm it made as it fell seemed to sooth him; it did, but only his soul –– His mind was still on edge : rigid, tense.
Only one entity was within his vision, he fixated on it.
❝ Are you Ukiyoe Onao ? I was sent to meet you, ❞ said he with a clear voice. Approaching without hesitation now, crimson optics remained focused ahead.
In my life I had no other choice than to become a strong person.
Donatella Versace (via stuffgurlswant)
