#cuttingandcuttingand

[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

🔪: Stabbing each other zamasu and hotaru!

@cuttingandcuttingand @mostsplendid ( meme )🔪: Stabbing each other

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He hisses in pain and curls over. There was more than a small hole made in his foot. White burned his vision in and out and drool dripped over his chin. He. was. Furious. Oh it took so much in him not to leap over that desk like a rabbid dog and tear his cruel master apart. His wild eyes shared as much. The only thing stopping him was the promise of more holes before he could do so and in less nice of places. "Oh...Kay..." he hissed in compliance. Okay.

Pain must not have been so nice when wrought by someone else. The crazed and wild look in the unhinged man’s eyes brings a sense of sadistic joy to Roman, a joy not so easily established on his disfigured face beneath the blackened mask. It would make little sense to do anything else besides keeping his revolver trained on the man, especially with said man’s penchant for slicing people up just for a mark. A hobby he only seconds earlier had offered to Roman.

“Unless you wanna see god, Zsasz, I’d get the fuck out of my office.” Fortunately, this carpet was already being replaced from the last time the rabid fool had gone out of his way to bleed all over it, and his carpet guy was coming tomorrow. It was a small little pleasantry, but it was enough to spare Zsasz of Roman’s full anger and vitriol, which just may have ensured a bullet wouldn’t be put in his head as he walked away.

“Consider yerself lucky I’m still gonna let ya keep your place on my payroll, instead of lettin’ you find a new place in a shallow grave under a dead dog.”

[skarredlet]

Hey I need a shamwow

@cuttingandcuttingand

“I am not--”

Sighs.

“Money first.”

[halyaetus]

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

LATE NIGHT WANDERING STARTERS || SELECTIVE ( @cuttingandcuttingand )

Empty streets and flickering lights swarmed by moths till you can barely see them shining past the horde cast an omnimous air around the vicinity; it makes blood run cold, and prime for prying eyes to swivel paranoid stares over their shoulders. Yet, Mu Qin peeks at the sky with a tepid stare, as it’s dim and starless, nothing much to be seen across its expanse. And she waits, completely still, fingers lacing behind her back with a wordless blink.

Her attention, however, drifts away from what is above her head, to a willowy voice that floats from the side. She cants her head, turning towards where she heard it come from, moving her body along when she finds the man standing in the shadows. Ivories peek between lips when she smiles, shade casting over her expression, then illuminated, all in a haphazard rhythm over and over as she’s set under a streetlight that can’t seem to decide to be on or off. 

“It isn’t,” she agrees, parting her hands, palms upturned— a show of vulnerability; though the curl of mouth stays, her breaths steady, all telling the contrary. “How kind, a warning from a stranger. Now, don’t hide, and step out here into the light so I can see your face— as so, to let me thank you.” A pause, followed by a brief, breathless laughter. “Unless, you are the one I must be wary of. If the case is as such—

—Lady Luck must have heard, as that would mean you are the one I have stood here long in anticipation for.”

[frstbiitten]

Do you bleed :<

“Yes, I do bleed.”

“But you’ll be dead before you can find out.”

[afirethatneverburnstoembers]

💎: About to commit a felony tomura and hotaru

@cuttingandcuttingand @0creditsgameover ( meme )💎: About to commit a felony tomura and hotaru

they were on their way to commit a felony but she stepped on a newspaper and it caught fire now she’s distracted:tm:

but its ok the longer she stares at the fire, the more destructive she’s gonna become and everything’s going to burn

[coffinfaced]

He lurks and waits. Patience is his ally. Theres no rush to this end. Months pass and all orders are taken as demanded. No preaching or questions out of turn. No acts of bizarrity (other than what could be helped). All was as dictated until the day Victor had decided. The day when it was only them. The day he decided he could be faster than the gun. Knife in hand, he violently struck at his employer with want to hear the sweet sounds of suffering.

The body of the man in the black mask lies face down on the ground in a pool of his own blood, the shallow puddle of crimson staining that brilliant white suit. Victor Zsasz must have been so absolute proud of himself, maybe far too much so. Tunnel vision was a terrible thing, a bitch to most, so with all the focus on the dead body at his feet, perhaps the loud snap of the hammer being pulled back on a .44 magnum would have pulled him out of whatever euphoric daze he’d been in with the man on the ground, ichor soaking his feet. If it didn’t maybe the thick and powerful barrel being pressed against the back of his head did.

“You think I’m stupid, huh?”

Roman wasn’t necessarily a prodigy, nor was he inherently a tactical genius. But he wasn’t stupid, months passed, days came and went, and Zsasz wasn’t the only one examining potential outcomes or pieces on the board. Check-fucking-mate, you absolute goddamn shit stain of a human being.

“This is a lot of fucking disrespect here, Zsasz. Yer breakin’ my freakin’ heart. Thought I could trust you.” No he started to anticipate betrayal the second the fucking lunatic proposed he kill the boss. Him keeping body doubles around, even in his office, was not a new concept, he’d stopped meeting with Victor about three weeks ago, there stopped being a reason.

“You’re fuckin’ fired, Zsasz. Feel like that goes without saying.”

And he fires, not into the man’s head, where’s the fun in that? No competition if you kill the opponent, he shoots him in the shoulder, a nice companion wound to the hole in his foot.

[coffinfaced]

should i start wearing blackface too boss

“I’m gonna break your body so bad that your soul learns how to feel. I will reach into your chest, and feel the beating of your heart slow. Until you fucking see God, then I’ll start pumping it again myself so I can shoot you in the face to kill you all over again. You fuckin’ hear me, Zsasz?”