#ningyoshii

[bungeetricked-blog]

casually stabs his side with a needle

@ningyoshii

actually moans. 

[toybxilder-blog]

now listen to me young man, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to gamestop, and i need you to ask the bastard working the counter if they have bambi on the ps2. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day.

[chokosoku-blog]

orders pizza for dinner

@ningyoshii

          ‘ if you poison this i’m running away again and REALLY never coming back this time. ’

[gurotm-blog]

002 for kurapika !

002. — Stab my muse. how  derisive  depravity  could   be …. a  friendship   forsaken,   reticent,   dubiety  flourishing betwixt  the  fractures  of  a  HUSK  once  deemed  impregnable.   he  will  call  himself  by that  name,   solitude,   for  to  bathe  in  anything  less  would  be  meagre  deceptions, grasping  the  ethereal  twine  of  hope  long  since  a  enigmatic  dream  of  impossibilities  however,   these  were  not  details  in  which  he  would  share;  rationale  a  pyre  that  he could  stack  in  precarious  towers  to  dismal  skies  above.

protruding  silvers  retreat,   flesh  puckering  in  their  absence,  pomegranate  the  nectar  that  oozes.  

❛  as  many  times  as  you  may  ask,   my  answer  shall  not  change.  ❜   death’s  harbinger with  flat  tones  &&  decaying  gaze,  eldritch  the  crane  of  his  neck  but  no  trepidation shall  call  this  body  a  temple,  acceptance  of  an  inevitable  demise  the  noose  that  he himself  wove.  

from  beneath  dusk’s  crescents  births  a  lucent,  scarlet  hue;  holding  the  other’s  towering form  imprisoned  in  its  splendour.    ❛   now,   is  that  all  you  wished  to  ask  of  me  ?  ❜  

[minecraftincelassassin-blog]

what is an "incel", anyway?

@ningyoshii

          ‘ the term “involuntary celibate” (shortened to “incel”) refers to self-identifying members of an online subculture based around the inability to find a romantic or sexual partner despite desiring one, a state we describe as inceldom or incelibacy. we are an oppressed group of people because no one will have sex with us! ’

[bungeetricked-blog]

Hey you're cute if you don't mind me sayin *places hoof on your thighs *

@ningyoshii yes im posting this you fucker

[bungeetricked-blog]

i better be your only mfing #1 ever

@ningyoshii

i fucking despise you

[bungeetricked-blog]

muscle ❤ ❤

Meme for Aggressive & Violent Muses / accepting / @ningyoshii

muscle: my muse uses a mallet and a chisel to hack through your muse’s muscle

          he likes nothing more than to take his time. while fighting was truly his drug of choice, and adrenaline what sent fire through his veins and desire deep within the pit of his gut, there was always something in him that craved the spilling of blood – that adored making people hurt. eliciting screams of pain and the way the face contorts when exposed to true agony was something that was was far beyond enticing; it was a desire as thick and strong within him as lust and twice as seductive. as sexual as he was, he would give it up in a heartbeat to if it rivaled his need to torture. 

           and making illumi zoldyck feel true pain was a challenge he willingly accepted; drank up like an alcoholic and oh how sweet it tasted upon his lips. honey and viscera mixed together in a delicate sensation that few other victims could provide him -- no, there was something about the assassin that truly excited hisoka’s very core; a warmth, a ripple of excitement in his veins. yes, he’s going to have to take his time; make sure every action counts and aches -- every bruise also yields blood, every second brings a new wave of aggravation to nerves. allowing a moment of reprieve may allow illumi time to recover from each blow, and the magician in all his sadism has no intention of letting that happen. 

             he grips chosen tools in each hand, pressing the dully pointed end of the chisel against the tender, thicker flesh of illumi’s thigh. he lets it remain there -- cold metal against otherwise warm skin -- and an almost innocent look in his eyes that doesn’t quite mask the enjoyment he’s deriving from this. he’s going to savor every second that he has the man bent to his will in such an intimate way. there was nothing more desirable than the vision before him. heavy weighted hammer rises and falls swiftly, with little warning as it comes into contact with the carefully positioned metal. a loud bang echoes around them, alongside the feeling of flesh ripping, tearing under sudden force and pressure, and ultimately giving way it’s weak protection to lay waste to the muscle and tissue below. layers peel away, blood spurts out and quickly floods along the gash formed, dripping down white skin. it stains, offends the eye with contrast in it’s stark scarlet and fills the senses with the sickening scent of copper, and hisoka nearly moans. 

              again, the hammer lifts, and yet he doesn’t move the offending spike, now lodged several centimeters deep within his lover’s leg. and again it comes down with that ringing bang of a noise that bounces off the walls, the metal intrusion sinking in easier this time without the skin in the way to hold it back. it slips past ripping tissue and sinew until it hits hard bone, and even that begins to splinter under the force of the hit. fresh gore begins to spill out of the wound and his fingers are slick already with the wetness of inside being pushed out. long, pointed fingers scrape at jagged flesh, the softness of untouched muscle and tissue running and parting beautifully against his touch. a horror show that does nothing but fuel the desire in his gut. 

               a wicked sort of laugh pulls from hisoka’s throat as he pulls that blood soaked hand away for just a moment, licking red from his fingertips and reveling in the enjoyment of the taste. it paints his lips in crimson, drips down his chin -- it’s oozing down long digits and over his palm, and all but gushing from that newly formed wound gaping and wide in illumi’s thigh. it’s almost too much for him to take; and yet he just wants more. 

               ‘ you’re so beautiful in red, illumi.♥ let’s continue.♠ ’ he nearly sings, spit and blood slicked fingers now wrapping once again around the chisel, tugging it out as fresh blood sprays across clothes and skin. another laugh, bitter and metallic sounding, with just a hint of unhinged mania, as he presses that pointed tip against a fresh, uncut spot of his lover’s leg and raises the hammer again. and again. and again.