#immoralii

[heartheft]

immoralii replied to your post: Why. Why does it have to be his alternate.

Suffer with me

Keep that shit away from me, Arsene.

[corruptedpersona]

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      ❝  She’s a beauty, isn’t she ? ? ? Been there, done that. Now it’s your turn Arsène. ~ ❞  

@immoralii

[culinarystrategist]

My Tumblr Crushes:

happy sunshine boy

creepy trash boyfriend

2 expensive 4 me

other me

food-sex-food guy

amazing girlfriend lady

the walking frown

angry pretty child

the voice of my conscience

[floweringeclipse]

{ @immoralii you ungrateful emo fursona }

“I AM a good summoner! I worked tirelessly on those noodles you’ve been downing!”

[satanaelpicaro-blog]

@immoralii

“Weird question... How much of my life do you actually see? Or do you just learn based on my emotions and reactions to things?”

[heartheft]

when arsene keeps calling you a tight ass

@immoralii​

[corruptedpersona]

immoralii replied to your post:~ { x  ooc  x }      RESISTING URGE TO BRING BACK...

//they are active my dude

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     SCREAMS I really wanna do it. But I wanna make my blog with a nice theme but I don’t know how to do any of that and just kfgjfkjdlkjfksdj

[corruptedpersona]

@immoralii liked for a Starter

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       The KNIFE met flesh, soft & pudgy, & made a satisfying squish as the tip of the blade sank deep enough to make his victim SCREAM. He twisted the blade in his hands, all the while sinking it deeper & deeper. The Shadow’s skin tore to shreds as the knife rotated, the sound of its muscles & nerves being GOUGED growing louder. Then, without warning, Joker jerked it all the way into its back, until the shiny metal had disappeared inside it and the black handle was pushing against the broken skin. Its CRY was a a brilliant sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized ROAR . He smirked, & pulled the blade out of his now shrieking victim. It sank to its knees, continuing to SCREAM, convulsing & trembling like a rabid animal & thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in its back. The cascade of the Shadow’s life source gushed out in all directions, scarlet liquid spraying up all over him. The sweet tang of blood tingled in his nostrils.

      ❝  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! ! !  ❞  Heart pumping, head spinning, lungs bursting & body screaming for more . . . Every muscle craved relaxation as blood coursed through miles of veins and a pulse drummed in his ears . . . . ba-boom, ba-boom. It was a glimpse of HEAVEN for a few seconds. He loved it. Wait. He craved the adrenaline. It’s what kept him going. He couldn’t get enough ! ! !

        He waited until the creature fell onto the ground, writhing in PURE AGONY Joker craved so much. The Shadow’s screams were so raw, so beautiful. He wanted more. A boot met its face, his heel pressing harshly against the side of its temple. And there it was. Exactly what Joker had been searching for. FEAR. The Shadow begged for mercy, with pure terror in its eyes. A beautiful look indeed. 

      ❝   Arsène, TEAR IT APPART ! ! !  ❞