PRIDE.

indie caesar zeppeli. created 13.05.2015. written by void. 💗

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post-bt specific starter call.

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But I’m too old to think my sadness is special.

Simon Van Booy (via kiraahachi)

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okay, let me elaborate.

you, @tefechi, say you’re innocent, while:

- i know what your disgusting hobby is - your cologne fucking sucks - how in the hell am i supposed to accept a man who looks like a piece of cardboard in a suit?

enough reason to dislike.

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tefechi replied to your post:i have respect for everyone. for women, for men,...

why do you hate me i have done nothing to you

have you ever looked in a mirror

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i have respect for everyone. for women, for men, for those in between and beyond.. i even have respect for joseph! but kira yoshikage? 

never

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tefechi replied to your post:hey

oh

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hey

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this blog’s one year anniversary was 8 days ago

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fortunasua:

                Painfully familiar, in such a horribly ugly way, Diego wonders how such a seemingly charming man can give off such a putrid air. He laments briefly, a thousand and one thoughts making way through his head, the words bad blood most strongly sticking out. Yes, certainly, this child comes from some putrid family (and in that, Diego can only relate). His brows rise, and he plays the innocent.

         “Yes! I’m pretty much the highest of my class. Top jockey. Why? Need me to race for you at a show, pretty boy?”

what a foolish way to avert the subject -- toying with intention, his brows rose. how annoying, how inconvenient. restricting anger, he searched for a response not too demanding, yet not infiltrated by pretense. he wasn’t stupid. and perhaps the other knew.

❛   as flattering as that would be, it isn’t what i was asking to.   ❜  brief smile emerged, before a deep exhale followed. a hand slipped beneath his coat, fingers curling ‘round the surface of the steel ball. brought to light, he kept it in close proximity.

❛   you’re familiar with this, are you not?   ❜ 

[wryyda]

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❛   a year older and not any less handsome.   ❜

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tefechi:

❛ YES, THAT BELONGS to me. I wish you wouldn’t have grabbed it— ❛      Something very important was inside, something which he dearly wished that no one else would have seen. His hand extends, and Kira takes the box back from the other. HE KNEW VERY WELL what was inside, and for that, he couldn’t let him leave.

                 It rattled from within as it tumbled from one side to the next.

                                    What a dull sound it made.

For a moment, Kira aches. The box was too big to fit into the pocket of his coat, do he’d have to carry it. As soon as he’d get rid of the scum asking around, poking his nose in places, HE’D BE ABLE TO LIVE PEACEFULLY.

I will have the life I deserve. I will have the life I deserve. I will have the life I deserve. I will have the life I deserve. I will have the life I deserve. I will have the life I deserve.

❛ Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have some business to attend to. ❜ 

❛   not so fast.   ❜   words like knives bared out in the open; a threatening posture signifying his interest, settling that he refused to back out no matter what. caesar had nothing to live for anymore -  his family lost in flames and friends cast away in shadows. it was not a demon’s duty to undo evil in this world, yet one had taken it upon his shoulders. perhaps to rectify his actions.. or perhaps to prove his heart was righteous. aggression dripped from features, his calm breath littered with tension. 

❛   kira yoshikage, wasn’t it?   ❜   a rhetorical question. anonymity granted him an alibi, yet caesar was no fool. criminals found criminals and devoured them whole, just as he intended to. fingers refused to part from the box, dents marking obvious placing.

❛   you’ll be disappointed bringing that home.   ❜   it’s not what you think it is.

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Gore/torture starters! Bon Appetit!

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* @fortunasua.

❛   i’ve heard about you.   ❜    a whisper in the family and newspapers; he’d gathered an ideal picture of him, scratches on the paper made by cousins and parents, words exchanged during family dinner. he was no jockey himself, no. caesar zeppeli was nothing but a student with a history in crime / association with the spin. that, however, didn’t imply the steel ball run had passed by him without a clue. a curious man he was, aiming to further the sciences even if his degree had yet to be written.

❛   is what they say true? about your.. abilities?   ❜

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There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. (via toshootfirst)

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—– it is no use shedding tears for me.