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SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO

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Petition for Cú Chulainn to get a haircut.

#this is absolutely necessary

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𝔗𝔥𝔢𝑦 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝓘 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝑦 𝔪𝑦 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 Yᴇᴛ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴs ᴍᴇ.

Indie - Selective 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓷𝒆𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭

#|| promotion #!!!!!

I did a thing.

#|| delete later #|| self promotion #[ yep i made diar i couldn't resist. ]

UGH

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The outright disobedience should boil the priest’s blood. The idea that a creature, whose existence relies entirely on his own, would choose to physically engage him in such a way is horrendous. He knows this, feels the disgust rise up inside of him until it feels as if he may choke on it. Of course there is a far greater chance that he will simply choke against Lancer’s arm or become impaled on the spear, the weapon that should only be used to fight for him and never against him. He takes pause, eyes shutting as his body shifts minutely, subtle in such a way that the other would be hard pressed to determine whether or not Kirei leaned closer or he himself increased pressure.The result is the same, the dangerously sharp tip of the lance slicing through his shirt and lodging in his chest. Kirei exhales, the breath nearly as sharp as the blade but it doesn’t hurt exactly. The sensation fuels the priest’s adrenaline, giving him cause to reach out and grip Lancer’s neck firmly. His eyes open with fingers tightening around the exposed column, he can feel the heartbeat rapidly increasing against his palm. Disgust is present still, but Kirei feels a m u s e d now more than anything else. Gradually his pressure increases, until the sadist cannot help but smile, features distorted with delight until all traces of pleasure leave him, eyes becoming cold and calculating in an instant. He begins to speak with the spear still inside, blood trickling down his torso under his shirt. The metallic scent strong in the air, a reminder of the treason. “ нow dare yoυ ʟancer. do yoυ нave any ιdea wнaт yoυ are? wнaт yoυr pυrpoѕe ιѕ? ” His voice is hoarse due to the pressure at his neck but as he continued to lean forward he had given himself just enough space to slip from the other’s grasp. In a quick motion he’s free of the spear and has positioned himself behind the servant when he kicks at the back of his knees, forcing the other to fall to them. Kirei’s hand immediately moves to his hair, gripping tight before forcing his head back, The other hand produces a dagger that cuts at the flesh of the other’s neck, a warning. A simple easily healed wound for a servant but it’s there to send a message. “ yoυ вelong тo мe. yoυ ʟιve and ғιgнт вecaυѕe ι allow ιт. do noт тнιnĸ тнaт ι don’т нave тнe capaвιlιтy oғ deѕтroyιng yoυ мyѕelғ. ιғ ι were even ĸιnd enoυgн тo end yoυ. ” Blood continues to pour from his own wound even as the command seals laced up his arm glow in warning.

#blood tw #choking tw #blades tw #[ how many tw does this need idk a lot i guess ]#[ tbh i kinda lost momentum when i got home ignore any and all mistakes and inconsistencies. ]#[ also sorry to make lancer the bitch i just really needed to write kirei hurting someone. ]#sciathuladh

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@everyone on the dash

your portrayal: 👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌