#tregetourhound

[amai--viola]

Accent~

If I get 10 'Accents' I'll record myself saying all this~

8/10

[kushimaki]

you're!! so!! cute!!

( waaat ljakshn thank you so much bby ;w; )

[u-zumakikushina]

tregetour-hound replied to your post: { I’m sorry I’m just really ha...

WAIUITIVI I SHES AP LAYABHL3E CHARACTER HWTA YOU MEAN WHERE DID YOU HEAR THIS WHERE IOO O O O O H M YGOD GENIN KUSHINA IN THE TRAINING MOED/????

jHFSKDAFHSDF I THINK IT'S NOT GENIN THOUGH she's in her mom suit you know the green apron one aNF D SDJGLSGJSAGK HERE CHECK IT OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111

http://www.saiyanisland.com/2014/05/naruto-storm-revolution-kushina-narutos-mom-confirmed-playable/

ITS IN THE WIKIA TOO FSDAFNKLSAFJ

[dxttebayo]

+tregetour-hound +hyperactiveexorcist +i-i-icandoit +eyedrxps +brandixcastella

「 ℕ 」— "I ain't tryna be rude but.. What's your name? I kinda forgot.."

[geijutsu-no-akatsuki-blog]

tregetour-hound replied to your post:tregetour-hound replied to your post: {{ …..I...

??????? But I hit reply on the bar? Tumblr’s fucking up on me too hold on I’ll see if I can remove that!

{{ LMFAO CURSE TUMBLR FOR HAVING THE X NEXT TO REPLY. Holy shit I almost did that once as well. The site seems to be flunking as well so it might have made a mistake or error XDDD }}

[geijutsu-no-akatsuki-blog]

tregetour-hound replied to your post: {{ …..I think one of my friends might...

Who?

{{ Actually, you sweetie. I see your posts from this acc, but on my abandonedscorpion they're like...not there but I'm still following you. I don't get it but I think Tumblr is flunking up on me... }}

[artisian-scorpion]

//pets ur facu// "Ah." Boy- he was intimidating as they said- causing her to blink a few times- hovering for a moment in the doorway. So now the tiny four foot eight woman silently skittered in before asking permission. "May I take and review them sir?" He was above her after all- and he didn't seem too pleased- nor did he seem to toss away the idea of doing away a subordinate.

{{ /puuurrrrrs }}

§ ; --- Continuing his silence, the crimson haired male slowly blinked, his long lashes making him seem like a rather feminine piece of work. It was rather interesting, how someone so fearsome, so wonderfully catasctrophic in his ways, could someone look both terrifyingly fearful -- and yet somehow terrifyingly beautiful.                            He was  a work of Art, in his own way, it would seem.He was rather used to people being rather nervous, or uncertain around him. Even back in Sunagakure, it would remain the same. People often feared him, or hushed themselves around him. Barely anyone would approach him as Deidara would, who probably held no fear because the blond himself was an Artist with his own idealistic views.           "---Yes, you may." he replied softly, giving a light nod of his head, causing his messy, red locks to slightly sway. Indeed, he was rather unimpressed that his work and concentration was disturbed, but sometimes it was nice to see Akatsuki's subordinates working so hard. Above all else, at least it wasn't a certain blond who liked to cause a ruckus. Sasori hadn't gotten to known Hoshi as yet, but it wasn't like he held a particular interest in getting to know anybody.                                                          "---Your name is... Hoshi, if I am correct?"

[artisian-scorpion]

"Sasori--- Do you have any files from Lady Konan?" Don't mind her randomly popping her head in- the tiny thing she is.

{{ I can't have any icons for now; so do bear with me dear }}

              § ; --- Sasori had been silently tuning one of his lesser equipted battle puppets, his amber hues fixated on the wooden flesh before him. Hearing the door open, he hadn't flinched nor made any gesture to acknowledge whoever had entered; he merely continued his work until e had heard a little voice.      Glancing up, the Scorpion's eyes met the young lady's, his face void of any expression. "I do have a few files from her, they are on my desk." he replied in a light, yet seemingly dull tone. No different than his 'puppet replicated self', as it was, of course, his own voice anyways.Pausing in his work, he kept his gaze fixated on the girl for a moment.