#intransigente

[errantscriptor]

@intransigente​ replied

are they good crepes, at least ?

              “I don’t know. Probably? I don’t think the taste justifies killing anyone over??”

[hopingforjustice]

@intransigente said: ❝ Did you see or hear anything? Anything at all? ❞ interrogation starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ Killua's visits were one of her favorites. Not just because he shared her sweet tooth, but because of his generous nature. His willingness to help was nothing short of endearing, it helped her to maintain her faith in humanity after so many years of loneliness. Sitting side by side on the floor, their conversations were lively, jumping from subject to subject and finding some laughter along the way, until they came up against the issue that brought them all into the alley in the first place. Of course they would ask that, it was the first step in any investigation, she was the only witness to that man's horrible crimes. Unable to give an adequate response, a mixture of shame and frustration overwhelmed her instantly. It was evident in the way her gaze ever so gentle dropped to Arnold lying beside her, his chin resting on her lap. A lazy caress behind his ears, not caring about the blood stains on the pink fabric — fading a few moments later because of their ghostly nature. Too bad he couldn't speak, since he managed to get a good look at the killer before his throat was cruelly ripped.

ㅤ ㅤ Her mind traveled back in time to the fateful night, a small world of sounds and smells plaguing her senses all at once. The iron scent seemed to spread through the air around them, coming from the closet where the body of the guard dog was hanging. No noise from her parents' room, they were already dead, while Rohan was sleeping peacefully in the guest room. ❝ It was very dark, I couldn’t see his face. ❞ The man was careful enough to keep himself hidden in the shadows all the time, he probably walked around the house a lot while Reimi stayed in bed, oblivious to the meaning of that dripping sound. ❝ But he talked to me. He said my hand was soft... ❞ Something that made her extremely uncomfortable, after all only a sick mind could have thought of that strategy to deceive her, making the girl believe that it was Arnold who protected and reassured her. ❝ And that he had already killed my parents. ❞ The atmosphere became irreversibly heavy after these words, it couldn't be any different. She was sorry to ruin things that way, the alley was supposed to be a happy, welcoming place when the living were there — but even her enthusiastic spirit was not able to keep it up constantly, no matter what.

[nicoleevicencio21-blog]

"Soy suficiente, soy muy valiente poco obediente, intransigente como un clavel soy frágil también, Sigo mi propio riel.. Soy esa voz que habita el dolor Acaparadora, controladora como un vaivén débil, fuerte a la vez NO VOY A COMPLACER"🎶🎵🔊🎶🎵🔊🎧💖💝🥰 #aguasegura #soysuficiente #soymuyvaliente #pocoobediente #intransigente #soyfelizyque #siemprehappy #siemprebella #siemprefeliz #siemprehermosa #yosiempre #solteraperofeliz #solteraqueserespeta #instablacoynegro #blancoynegrofoto #retrato #selfie #instachilegram_ #instasantiago #instamaipucity♥ #fotito #photography #photos #fotodehoy #prettywoman https://www.instagram.com/p/B28ApK_HLsV/?igshid=15em5dl709rl5

[villings]

Y, así, en tu vanidad, por la impaciente condena de un orgullo intransigente, mi rojo heraldo de amatorios credos Mereció, por su símbolo atrevido, como un apóstol o como un bandido la guillotina de tus nobles dedos.

El clavel | Evaristo Carriego

[errantscriptor]

intransigente said: 🤙 Bump into my muse / killua @ oda

           Shifting lights, fading sun. World that slowly trailed into darkness taking with it the bustling of the day. Where streets ran cold with sunless glows and flickering lies. 

          These streets he knew. Knew the shops and the stalls. The children that would run up and down them during the day. But now was a different world, a world of his job where strangers were behind every corner. Where abilities like Flawless came in handy.

          Today was different though, lost in his own world heels clicking softly down the sidewalk. They should have been enough to alert others to his presence but it seemed one wasn’t. Knocking into his side as he turned the next corner.

                    “My fault,” he looked down at what must have only been a child. “Are you hurt?”

[ryunoske]

@intransigente​ liked for a starter | | accepting

there were few who dared to traverse the mafia’s territory. threat of death was enough to ward off most trespassers - usually. but standing in the midst of port side buildings, many containing a plethora of illegal goods and weaponry, akutagawa found himself standing before a stranger he’d never set eyes on.

rashomon curled around him, black tendrils sparking red in their own dangerous warning to this person who dared to step foot in port mafia controlled land.

“ either you aren’t from here, ” the hound addresses bitterly, eyes narrowing, “ or you’re stupid enough to trespass willingly. either way, i suggest you leave. ”

[somegremlin]

@intransigente​ asked: ❛ I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people. ❜ (from killua)

            ↳ Angel sentence prompts

               ‘ You used to be WHAT ? ‘

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━   A sentence, left eerily unanswered before it was suddenly cut off with a MORBID truth. This person before them had harmed ‘ a lot ‘ of  people. Any normal child would have ran at the thought. Any normal child would have even followed the creed of STRANGER DANGER and fled. But rather, they stay … still CURIOUS about the other’s wrongdoings.

              ‘ … What did you do ? Did they DESERVE IT ? ‘

[culthcnt]

Starter Call. || @intransigente​ 

       ❝Hunting is quite relaxing for me. Perhaps I could teach        you a thing or two about how to track them.❞