S A V A G E.

but i don’t want comfort. i want poetry. i want danger. i want freedom. i want goodness. i want sin. indie private kabuto. examined by ludwig. 18+ for extreme themes.

[mushi-shield]

[edosannin]

makes him a cup of tea and gives him a good book he knows the sannin hasn't read yet. ' happy birthday, orochimaru - sama. '

          ‘thoughtful as ever i see, thank you kabuto.’ the serpent places a hand on his partner’s shoulder, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

[songofthemoon-blog1]

[scaletied-blog]

snakesage:

scaletied replied to your post: ’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’

i am telling your parent and you are so grounded, boy

[scaletied-blog]

hitokugutsu replied to your post: today is a national holiday

gotta call out from work to murder a snake

get off of my blog you wooden dick puppety fuck. you to catch a predator mother fucker. you 2x4 at home depot lookin ass.  

[scaletied-blog]

today is a national holiday

[birdbrainchauntie]

Happy Birthday Lord Orochimaru! And me!!!!!!!

[matchabitchy]

10/27~Happy Birthday

[hong5mu]

quick thing for his birthday , also working on a fanmix series

[o-nothing-o]

[wnq-writers]

I didn’t think I needed anyone until I met you.

hippii (via sociologique)

[scaletied-blog]

i was born in midair. i grew up barely breathing, and only distantly hoping to find footholes in the impressions of faraway stars. when you showed me that no one was waiting to catch me, the ground was not ripped out from under my feet. i had never been given anything solid to stand on. i cannot claim betrayal if i have never known love. nothing can be taken away from me. none of this has changed. the child in me is still bleeding into the open sky. the morning is still red when it snows. 

                                                        i am doing this alone. 

[pyrophantom]

[fraudspurged-blog]

jacksrevnge:

There’s A Good Reason There’s Blood On My Hands

[scaletied-blog]

sneaks up quietly behind him, wrapping his arms around kab's waist while he works and rests his chin on his partner's shoulder to observe

               he feels cold hands and warm figure press against his body from behind, a flutter in his chest giving away just how deep the feeling for the man runs. how only the simplest of affections could instill such strong infatuation -- such care. black gaze turns to strands of matching obsidian strands of hair as they fall down over his shoulder. were his hands not gloved and smeared in blood, gore, and plasma from the corpse on the table before him, he would have reached up and granted the sannin an affectionate run of his fingers through those soft locks. ‘ hello. are you just going to stay there to watch? ’ he hums softly, turning his attention back to the body that’s spread open and in pieces before him. ‘ you’re welcome to join me, i’m not looking for anything in particular in this one. ’

[scaletied-blog]

so is wearing snakeskin boots to kage meetings unacceptable or...

               just squints at her. 

[scaletied-blog]

i was born in midair. i grew up barely breathing, and only distantly hoping to find footholes in the impressions of faraway stars. when you showed me that no one was waiting to catch me, the ground was not ripped out from under my feet. i had never been given anything solid to stand on. i cannot claim betrayal if i have never known love. nothing can be taken away from me. none of this has changed. the child in me is still bleeding into the open sky. the morning is still red when it snows. 

                                                        i am doing this alone. 

[scaletied-blog]

UCHIHA:

HANDS REST TO    his sides,  sweat streaming from every pore,  clinging to the remains of his clothes   &    dripping from raven locks.  the taunting voice grinds against his ears,  his eyes flashing with malice at the implications.  he refused to be weak.  refused to let someone such as   KABUTO    utter such nonsense.  if only orochimaru hadn’t needed him.  .  .      he peers at him from the corner of his vision,  the temptation to throw his kunai right above his nose leaves his fingers twitching.    ❛   don’t you have failed experiments to tend to   ?        ❜  

               ‘ my experiments only fail if the subject is weak. ’ he points out, hands slipping to his own hips and a brow raising slightly as glass - framed eyes peer carefully and unblinking at the boy before him. ‘ none of my experiments on YOU have proved to fail. yet. you’re awfully lucky, you know. ’ a slight curve, a sadistic malice in his tone, a flicker of something deeper that hints in obsidian hues that tease at something remained unspoken between them. a secret only they knew. horror and terror that they shared. ‘ maybe next time i’ll be a bit more ROUGH. push you just to the brink of FAILING yourself. ’

[cardiaccadillac]

Medical exam.