#gunkanjiima

[vraiebete-blog]

gunkanjiima replied to your post: your nickname is 'trespasser' how tf did you even...

well pleASE LEAVE

     i think i’ll stay.

[stealsyou]

❛ * @gunkanjiima LIKED  !

               “   why’ve  you  got  contacts  in   ?   ”     is  that  rude  to  ask   ?     she’s  pretty  sure  so.  but  eliza’s  been  WATCHING  him  across  the  room  ——  a  good  strong  face  ;   one  she’d  quite  like  to  ADD  to  her  collection  actually,  but  not  if  there’s  something  lurking  under  colour  contacts   &   what  she  can  ASSUME  is  bleached  hair.     “   colours,  i  mean.  you  been  to  a  party   ?   ”

[rclictumnotactive-blog]

gunkanjiima replied to your post: cause im trash and i can’t help myself, this is a...

excuse me mom why am i not on this list

idk maybe it has something to do with the fact that YOU TRIED TO KILL ME 

[stillhavespots-a]

gunkanjiima heeft gereageerd op je bericht:     ‘ Did you by any chance see my glasses around?...

i’m blocking you

HE LOST HIS GLASSES HELP MY BOY HE WILL NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO SEE WHO’S HELPING HIM

[bxthory-blog]

🔪  •  RAOUL SILVA ( @gunkanjiima ). LIKED FOR A LIL VALENTINE’S STARTER. 

             “  these mortal traditions seem somewhat pathetic. “  & yet, here she is - a gift box in hand, FINISHED with a pretty red bow on the top.  “ ... but sometimes we have to play along, don’t we? “  inside is a pair of gold-plated cufflinks - a small gift, but one that had been chosen specifically.  she hoped the sentiment would count.  a small kiss is placed to the corner of his mouth, placing SMALL box into the hand of the other.  “ please ... humour me. OPEN IT UP. “ 

[lasiiurus-archived]

@gunkanjiima from here ( x )

     This is the folly of men. she gazes back UPON him. Shackled to the chair as she is, the cold intrigue of her demeanor never wavers. Neither her posture, nor her MASK, gave an indication of fear; though she has indeed lost.

           ❝ you're a few steps ahead, i'll give you that. ❞

[criedhard-a]

@gunkanjiima​

👻 -- there’s a finite amount of energy, only so much art to make. myrtle chooses to spend         hers on very specific activities, as evidenced by the speck of blood on the corner of         her mouth. her tongue darts out, licking up the iron-laced imperfection before a cut-         glass smile stretches up on her mouth. she’s furious, a whirlwind of unspeakable rage.         and then she is calm again, her hands folded in front of her politely. 

‘what should i do with the body?’

[bleachserved-blog]

         ❛ i trust you know why i’m here. ❜   seat was taken in pre-positioned chair on the more spacious side of glass, a PROXIMITY colleagues had questioned but she’d dismissed with shrug of shoulder. CALLOUSNESS of said comrades was not an approach she upheld, blue of gaze BETRAYING a warmth some may consider unprofessional, an informality perhaps. by her reasoning, all monsters are HUMAN and to fear the human would be to fear oneself.

         ❛ i must admit, i’m IMPRESSED. you’ve caused quite the commotion. ❜   fingernails tapped against surface of file in hand, a silent rhythm on paper. she knew who he was, knew his face and even his NAME, one she’d been informed not to speak. enough KNOWLEDGE to win the upper hand, an advantage balanced on little faith considering his expertise, per se. a seed of doubt planted in mind enough to lack trust in the security of their situation. after all, RATS are renowned escape artists.   ❛ but it’s not quite over yet. is it ? ❜

❰   plotted starter.   //   @gunkanjiima  ❱