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goreshroom replied to your post: uses nozarashi to cut firewood

this is like the picture of that guy using frostmourne to carve a turkey

wouldn’t that just freeze the turkey? i mean cold cuts are nice but...

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“That’s...very interesting. Are you fond of mycology?”

She whipped her hand toward her chest, rubbing it tenderly as it throbbed from his callous grip. Her eyes narrowed and her lips rose in an irritated pout. Locking their gazes, a silent storm billowed within her as she strained to find his emotions. Pompousness, arrogance, obsession; they eagerly stabbed at her brain as if to retaliate for the curious intrusion. He was a man who sat on his own throne. She shifted her gaze toward the mushroom. Crumpled and limp, the poor thing sat pathetically in his palm. Puzzled, she lifted a brow in confusion. He held and stroked it like it were a lover; what sort of freakish secrets did he hide? His pride could tell her, no- she was certain it would.

“It’s very impressive that you’ve seemed to memorize such small details. I’ve rarely met someone capable of that.”

#goreshroom #standard verse #<----- LMAO WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I DID ANYTHING WITH A PLAIN WATER NOZOMI OMFG #until the garden of humanity has everything it needs: ic

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This place looked like the shit end of Zaraki mixed with the inner laboratory of the Twelfth Division. Kenpachi’s already seen people walk by with half their heads changed into a mass of melted flesh, a guy with eyes like a spider, and two people with extra appendages. He’s disgusted and angered. Guess that’s why the Kido Corps asked for him personally to see what the hell was going on with this “magic user” thing that he’s heard some humans getting up to. He’d been expecting a good fight, but all he’s found so far is some shithead who got caught trying to experiment on some kid, and tried to spit black mist at him. He started talking quite a lot when Kenpachi cut off his hands and put his foot on his neck. After letting the kid leave, he made sure that no one would find the bastard. At least, in one piece.

Apparently, this place is called the Hole, and the people he’s after are in another dimension. After opening a Senkaimon to the place, he spends over half an hour wandering throughout the city-sized mansion he finds himself in. After the first few people he encounters try to fire off mist at him again and wind up being turned into chunks of bleeding meat for their efforts, Kenpachi sees someone walking towards him. A guy with spiky hair and a weird mask, but then again, everyone here seemed to have masks. He looks like he’s in charge, given how he carries himself. If that’s the case, then he must be kinda pissed that Kenpachi just walked in and slaughtered about five of his men. It pains him to do it, but he’ll try the diplomatic option. And if not, he can only hope that this guy’s not as weak as the last few. He points to the puddles of blood and the assortment of limbs on the floor.

“they started it. i’m just here to ask a few questions.”

#;; ic #goreshroom

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“I’m your Cleaner not yer damn door mat. Go have one of the lackeys buy your groceries!”

With bulging biceps she hastily balled up his six foot long list. Shaping its baseball size between her palms, she hurled the scrap across the room. It bounced like a handball off his ridiculously tall hair; landing ungracefully between his feet. She blew away a few messy strands from her eyes with a huff; to no success as they slid back into place. She shoved a pointed finger toward his hidden nose.

“I kill when you need me to kill, sometimes I go on quiet super special errands for ya. Sometimes I even go with ya to those mostly dumbass events. At times I kiss your ass in front of everyone. But I am not your pack mule. Not for menial shit like this. Find someone else.”

Her eyes sharply narrowed, spittle flying here and there from her lips. Her gaze burned hot as a welding iron; her voice the growling buzz of a challenged beast. Yet somewhere, somewhere in her chest her heart beat a second faster. On her arms, faint goosebumps rose. They spread as a chill shot up her spine, a light sweat breaking out on her face. She peered hard at his unchanged expression. Fear, had clawed its way up her throat.