AVARICE.

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My kink rn is sending out IMs && then forgetting to reply to them, add me on skype so I can scream into your ass.

[jvshinism-blog]

“Oh, so you want to hear a joke? Okay!” He points at his partner’s face.”There’s your joke, you ugly motherfucker!”

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          “ I suppose I ought to congratulate you? Because once again, you’ve proved that your concept of humour is as vacuous as that head of yours. ”

[killstitched-blog]

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imagine him collecting ghoul eyes tho ��

vibrates tbh I think he’d be one of those super gross ghouls!! Like have this ridic high body count because he eats the heart and leaves the rest of the body, so he’s gotta hunt down way more people than the average ghoul does per month!! And then he’d highkey hate someone high up in the ccg, probably Kijima for stealing his look tbh and ahhhhhh 

[jvshinism-blog]

“Way to kill the mood! For fuck’s sake is it impossible for you to take a joke? Maybe if you loosened up a little you could actually lose your virginity before you die.” 

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           “ Tell me, Hidan. Have you ever heard of Occam’s razor? ” Doubtful. “ The most simple explanation is the best; In other words, you’re not funny. Tell a good joke for once, and I’ll take it. ”

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“Well I ain’t a fucking - whatever the fuck that is! I’m a religious man. My god teaches that true beauty is in death. Keep being a grumpy puss and I’ll prove it to you!

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         “ You’d be proving nothing. Religious or not, we’re all the same after death  — though, if you want to prove your point and rid me of yourself, I’d be fine with it.  ”

[jvshinism-blog]

“Relax, Kakuzu! I was only showing them how pretty you are under all that shit!” 

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            “ —And an anatomist would tell you that without it’s skin, any body is beautiful. Do that again, and I’ll make you testament to that. ”

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           He is youthful looking for a 90-something year old man because all the salt in his system has preserved him.

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[alwaysshoutyinphiladelphia]

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blows kisses

                     Catches them.

[kaye-clare]

Quelle

[onceuponamusing]

‘MERCY!’                        they cried,                                                ‘PLEASE — HAVE MERCY!’

‘SORRY,’                       you sneered,                                    ‘—I’M ALL OUT OF MERCY.’

[evartandadam]

如法暗夜  VI

“nyohouan’ya- Utter Darkness”

[konohaprodigy-blog]

;;⚡: @killstitched continued

 The dog hearted Hatake’s gaze doesn’t waver from the tall man’s face,not flicking for any moment away from the eyes of the nin. Though under such a gaze, half his mind snaps at him to flee, while the other snarls commands to stand his ground.  Stormy grey eyes flashing a bolt of irritation in their depths at the word boy, though worse things could have come from man. Still it brings a small thorn of irritation to Kakashi, in the way it’s spoken.

And you’d be the expert on that, wouldn’t you? Boy.

More than a boy of his age should have been, if the words from the other were sarcasm or not. Born in shadows of death, and again in the blood of his own father’s belly. A young pup, left in the murk of reality alone to grow nothing more than any other untrusting stray.

“Boy? Maybe I am. But I know what I’m  talking about, I’m not as foolish as some  shinobi who deny the facts of war, and what we as tools of our village are meant to be, and how we’re meant to die. Choosing a side is part of that.”

[killstitched-blog]

      TO SAY HE’S BLIND TO the other’s agitation, would not strictly speaking be true. Indeed, the every movement, the every subtlety of his body language is duly noted... but Kakuzu doesn’t find himself terribly concerned with that. Overly complacent and condescending, is what he’s certain this boy must think him... a canny observation, indeed! 

     ‘ Not as foolish as some... ’Swept up beneath a voice as cold as gravestone and as severe as death itself, there lurks a scoff; a surefire indicator that his parroting of that remark stems from intent to belittle. Ah, but of course he’d think so, just any child thinks himself a prophet when he cottons on to something his peers remain a far cry from. 

      ‘ If nobody chooses sides, then there are no sides. And if there are no sides, then there is no war. ’ The air hangs heavy, for there’s a ghastly stillness to him, unblinking eyes rigidly fixated on the figure that stands before them. ‘ So you know what everyone else knows, and you think it makes you special? ’

[killstitched-blog]

"What happens to anything beautiful?"

DEATHLESS.

      ‘ THEY WITHER AND DIE. ’  Ah, it comes out all to naturally — without hesitation, without a moment spared towards thought, and almost ere the boy is even granted the opportunity to finish his question. His mouth, a gash of blood, of death, of allthe other little malignancies in the worldthat one so young ought to be spared from … but he wasn’t built for shelter. He,the bearer of a tongue that spares no room for honeyed words… only ash, rubbleand a threat left hanging in the air; ‘ Somethings sooner than others. ’

[killstitched-blog]

In war you must always choose sides.

DEATHLESS.

        AND BEFORE THIS BOY THERE STANDS A BEAST, a demon, a predator ofthe deep sea; nigh on motionless, chemically calm but for his eyes… His eyes,two great murky pools which couldbore holes with how very contemptuousthey are. But how natural a thing that is from Kakuzu, to hear but a merehandful words spill forth from a stranger’s mouth, and already be sick to the back teeth of them…

       ‘ Hm… ’ And whatweight a single syllable can carry! Muffled, expelled through lips fastenedtight into an impenetrable line, and as gutturalin nature as something that’s had to claw its way up through rust andgravel simply to be heard.  ‘ And you’dbe the expert on that, wouldn’t you? Boy...’