Killing is an art Form.

Fallout Role playing blog. Semi-private Semi-selective

[newvegasninja]

literalwordvomit:

With no time to spare, Darlene vomits all over the creepy

stranger’s shoes before she scrambled forward with a bouquet of vomit-soaked flowers in hopes of shoving it in his hands.

“For me? Merci.”

[flail-of-god-deactivated2015092]

“Question for all the men I know, I have fifty caps riding on it. When you’re sitting and you fart, and it comes out front ways, does it tickle your balls?”

[newvegasninja]

Khan!Ken: “Yeah. It’s fucking annoying. Some of them have enough force to lift them, call those a “ball lifters” then there’s the hot ones that just burn the shit outta everything, those are “Scorchers” So how about I get a percentage?”

[newvegasninja]

The jester sat on the side of the street in Freeside next to a pan marked for tips. He kept himself occupied with a deck of standard playing cards playing a game of solitaire. Sighing with boredom he watched the pedestrians meander along with their daily lives. He hoped his presence would gather a crowd or even a straggler or two. Waiting, he casually flipped cards on to the ground.

Open to mutuals

[newvegasninja]

Coyotes and Clowns(drabble)

The shopping cart cages clashed loudly as their prisoners thrashed about vainly trying to escape.

“Quit fucking around, Dermot! Can the kid and lock it!”

“Fuck off! I got it!”

“Shh! Did you hear that?”

Soft footsteps padded down the isolated along side the ruffling shuffle of cards.

“Step out into the light!“ Saint James demanded.

The Harlequin complied; stepping out into plain view. The moonlight cast gently on his pale face revealing his features and disquieting grin, “Bonsoir.”

“Boon-swa? The fuck are you saying?”

“Pardon me, I meant, good evening♠”

“What the fuck are you doing here? Get lost!”

“Oh, I’m just enjoying a gloaming stroll. Isn’t this night air invigorating?♠”

“Creeping ass clown! What’s your game!?”

“I have many games. They’re a large part of my trade. Would you like to play one? How about a card game?”♠

[newvegasninja]

//Harlequin Ken is creepy he needs to be thrown in jail.

[newvegasninja]

If for no one else, I’ll write the drabble for myself.

[newvegasninja]

((Enough notes and I’ll get off my lazy ass and write a drabble))

[flutteringmothwings-deactivated]

“More than your kind would ever know about it,” Sander hissed. How dare he, she was a woman of finer tastes. She was at the top of the heap in Rapture and it had been no easy feat to earn such a spot. She crawled to the top before- taking care of a bothersome toy like this no-name fool should be no problem.

[newvegasninja]

“Oh is that so?” He split the deck and flourished them causing the cards to rain down. He snatched a card out of the air to draw attention from his left hand which was getting his liquid fuel he used in his fire breathing performances. He revealed the card that he caught, “The Joker. Would you like me to tell you how you’re going to die?” (♦^_^♣)

[newvegasninja]

flutteringmothwings replied to yourpost:

"You need to implement more class into your...

Fuming, Sander snarled loudly before the skin on her left hand began to crack before she chucked a fistful of fire at him.

In motion as soon as he sensed the danger the Harlequin did a couple of graceful cartwheels, “Isn’t fire and rage a bit cliche? I’ll repeat the question; what would you know about class?” (♦¬‿¬♣)

[newvegasninja]

au where Ken’Ichi is tasked with killing the top ranks of the legion

[newvegasninja]

"You need to implement more class into your performances!"

The Harlequin grinned wickedly as he shuffled a deck of cards, “Oh? And what would you know about class?” (♦¬‿¬♣)

[punkkhan-archive-blog-blog-blog]

Jerry let out a pathetic little yelp as he was punched. He didn’t really complain otherwise- he was very used to this sort of treatment. “My b-bad…”

[newvegasninja]

“Hey, now try to hit me.”

[punkkhan-archive-blog-blog-blog]

Jerry let out a startled cry and flinched, his hands going up to protect his face. He froze for a moment before opening his eyes and starting to back away. “I-I’m sorry!”

[newvegasninja]

“Two for flinching!” He punched Jerry’s shoulder twice in rapid succession.

[newvegasninja]

The jester sat on the side of the street in Freeside next to a pan marked for tips. He kept himself occupied with a deck of standard playing cards playing a game of solitaire. Sighing with boredom he watched the pedestrians meander along with their daily lives. He hoped his presence would gather a crowd or even a straggler or two. Waiting, he casually flipped cards on to the ground.

Open to mutuals

[newvegasninja]

Feudal Japan AU.

His disguises fit the period

He doesn’t have powers unless it’s a fantasy AU

His family is still alive and his paternal grandfather is the patriarch of his clan.

His proficiency with firearms is traded for archery unless it’s late in the period and he has skills in both.

His clan works for the highest bidder but never against itself.

[newvegasninja]

WEEABOO!

“Hmm? Don’t waste my time.”

[bodhilukes]

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it