#aha wow

[starlessflies]

aha heyy gerard can you teach me what thighs are?? i’m a hands-on learner btw

[lazerlustt]

- submitted by @deadlungsdead

[aperennialflame]

"black bird"

Send me “black bird” for a darker memory of my muse’s past

TW: Mild Gore (?) – //not pics, just description.. so..

[Age 15]

Is this.. really.. the right thing to do?

He ignored the voices, tearing through both soft and muscled flesh alike with his one katana. Of course it was. What else could it be? Another slash, another splash and another splatter of blood against his body and blade. He barely saw the face, but the stature was small and the salty smell of tears were fresh on his sensitive nose.

It was only a child..

He narrowed his eyes in denial. If anything, it was a mercy killing. The death was nice and quick–as usual–and the child wouldn’t have to suffer in a world like this anymore. A dark world like this. 

Sooner than later, the dirt and grass were gone. They were covered in the corpses of this small civilian village: The corpses of withered elders, of hard working parents, and of innocent children. The lilies that surrounded cheery flower shops were stained red, and silhouettes of limp bodies through broken windows affirmed the fact that this was now a dead village, both inside and out.

It didn’t make much more than a single ninja to erase a village of civilians. It was his mission, so it was his duty, thus he had no place for sympathy. It was the right thing to do.

The scene vividly played before him in a circles, not a single detail forgotten until he deactivated his dōjutsu. The voices became clear:

Is this ‘mercy’? Really?

His hands were dirty. They were covered in deep red, and they stunk of iron. Drops fell onto his shoes as he averted his blank gaze to the orange skies of afternoon, just before dusk. 

He did call it a mercy-killing, didn’t he? Hm.

Past the blowing wind, a strained whimper just barely reached his ears, and his eyes relighted themselves bright red, shifting to locate the source.

It was the boy from before, sprawled out above his mother’s body, eyes wide and watery, terrified bright blue saucers. The tendons in his neck were visible through the gore, but his chest still heaved and his body racked with great effort– for what? To live?

It was a shame then, that he saw so much, that the innocence in his gaze was stolen for naught.

Shining and covered in blood, Hikaku’s weapon rose above the child’s torso, the Uchiha’s chocolate eyes as blank as before as his lips molded murmured the words: “I’m sorry.”

– right as the blade burst out of the boy’s back.

Yes, this is definitely mercy.

[paint-marker]

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[warboywhisper]

{ooc: starting today off strong in the fanart dept wow [breathing intensifies]

[ohio-grassman-official-blog]

Lets play the how many times is levi gonna watch people die game.

[notthemaskofbarona-blog]

"Now that that is concluded, allow me to greet you properly. I am King Richard of Windor, and definitely not any less embarrassed than I was two seconds ago." He bows politely.

"And who might you be?"

“

[canariae-archive]

There was perhaps a way to greet royalty, but being genuine was the way the found favor in. She didn't know any other way. It was happiness that extended from ear to ear which appeared suddenly, and she was returning his bow in a curtsey which nearly caught her off balance.

                "It's wonderful to meet you.                  My name is Colette Brunel."

She wanted to keep the title of Chosen away, not as a secret -- but to come as she was. Nothing more than a clumsy blonde woman with a large smile. She didn't have the charms of Zelos, or the formal lessons of Regal's, but perhaps that might be enough.