I need all the people who make kakairu fanart to please put things on redbubble or other places so I can buy them as t-shirts that profit the original artists but also feed my shameless shipper soul 😂😂😂
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since this year is coming to an end & i wanna be at peace, no loose ends
if there is anything you wanted/want to say to me, but didn’t for whatever reason, feel free to send me an anonymous confession
the only characters worth playing from the new sabrina show are ambrose, lilith, and PRUDENCE ; fite me
#chilling adventures of sabrina#chilling adventures of sabrina spoilers#spoilers#[ | ;; THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD ;; | ]#unpopular opinion#ok I will give that harvey could have been AMAZING.... but only after tommy#sabrina was everything I hate about whiney teenage female leads#zelda was amazing until she started being fucking creepy with the high priest#hilda was actually somewhat decent but I feel like they really polarized her character to reduce some of her better qualities and focus on#the theatrical/humorous things#rosalind susie agatha and dorcas didn't get anywhere NEAR the screen time/characterization they deserved#honestly most of the show was just a pity party where sabrina fucked up despite everyone trying to help her not#and then her crying and complaining that it was everyone's fault but her own and everyone comforting her for it#the show had so much potential that I am just#angry#and bitter
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SHE IS SOMETHING SEPULCHRAL. a grave of a girl, a skeletal sacrifice for sharp edges & malicious malison. buried beneath her skin ONLY landmines can fill the gallows of her ribs, carnage fills what scientists calls a heart.a day of love, A DAY OF BLOOD, inhume her in bruises from fists forged of violent delights, a lethal kiss with a bruteful fist. creatures nidorous, vowed together UNTIL DEATH DO THEM PART, the promise echoes ! echoes ! echoes ! in the pit in her chest as FURIOUSLY as families pray in cathedrals for their loved ones to come home from war, to be protectedfrom the likes of them. he speaks, the air shrivels with threat, he speaks, her spine is seduced with scuffle. lips sever ; snarling teeth baring its razor sharpness, ❛ how very Shakespearean tragic of you. ❜
she is his battlefield ; he is her soldier. there is no need for one without the other. fingers flinched in a fist caging the tape beneath ivory talons, feet planted should width apart, rooting into the floor : unmoved. free hand found the nape of Illya’s neck to ( drag, drag, drag ) husband down, battlefield meeting soldier’s march, in a short, sharp welcoming kiss. ❛ but I am more inclined to see you fall before myself. ❜ the jeer, the competitive sneer, sparks from gasoline doused tongue. hand f e l l from neck to chest, sapphire ring rising & falling with the palpitation of husband’s chest. a natural contradiction to words just said.
HE IS A NECROPOLIS. a boneyard born of brumal boy, a malicious monster made from madness & venatic violence. buried between his bones only rot and ruin reign, a paradox of ice and fire war eternal in peristinal cavity pumping aberrant amalgam through body perfusing him with perilous poison until that which should have killed him makes him that much more deadly. a loving kiss, A BLOODY FIST, riddled in rouge a mix of enamored embrace and eloquent extirpation. when is a monster not a monster ?? never let them be monsters together and lay waste to the world. kill them !! kill them !! kill them !! the corpses cry from the catacombs carved into their cruces and the creatures consecrate their carnage.
hand that knocks him back drags him forward, and shoulders that bend for no other bow if only to meet her passion with his own. in her he finds no kindness, no softness, no weakness. when is a monster not a monster ?? never. talons dig into flesh of neck, a threat and a promise all at once and he knows this woman will never become less lethal than she was the very first day he met her. let love make fools of all the rest, let them become fat and complacent and weak devotion doth develop deadliness.
fingers calloused to wield, to choke, to break, to kill encircle her own, metal hitting metal in clash that makes blood sing. the other slips around waist to pull her close, feeling the strength in her frame rise to meet his own. enigmatic expression downturns lips and brightens eyes.
❛ I am no Shakespeare ❜ he purrs, drawing joined hands upward to press tender kiss to battered flesh. ❛ my woman would never be so weak ❜
DEATH LIVES IN HIS CHEST : a crypt desolate and RUINOUS. corpses stained with ROT and charred from the fires of his ire c h u r n in their graves, claws digging into CRIMSON MIRE underfoot as they scrape and drag and scream, perpetually trying to escape the confines of the his ribcage. heart hammers like war drum driving him forward !! forward !! forward !! eternally seeking another battlefield to lay to WASTE. in small dilapidated gym he finds his latest fix :: a woman with hair as black as night and hands as cruor-stained as his own. her heart beats in cadence, the pitch of his own building to crest with each BLOW traded and every tumble to the ground. she gives as good as she gets, fists fitting into the few fragile facets of feral frame until face finds floor in final crash. AGAIN !! AGAIN !! AGAIN !! the beast snarls within, and saccharine grin rewards him for any damage dealt, bestial fangs bared in only expression that comes naturally. more !! more !! more !! she purrs and he goes. more she seeks and more she gets. split lips kiss the very knuckles the bled them, cruel humor flashing in his eyes at the irony of their love.
❛ I like my woman strong. ❜
@killedbyvoldemort continued from here [ x ]
“You’re gonna get hurt.”
DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS. || accepting [ x ]
words said carelessly while gaze remains fixed upon nails, inspecting them for dirt or grime ( as she always does when their paths cross ). never once does she look at him, nor does concern touch her tone or twist her face. this is but a STATEMENT, not a WARNING. you’re going to get hurt. something deep within laughs like a condemned man as noose slips over his head around his THROAT.
❛ that’s all I was born to do in this life and the last. ❜
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❛ HIS DEATH DESERVES to be meticulous, ugly & raw. the glint in his eyes needs time fade before reality hits in & he figures out that he is the actual prey in the middle of a battlefield that even he can’t escape, this personal carnage is arguably more fun, husband, and i have no quarrel with hollyhead, surprising. ❜
❛ CAREFUL NOW ; that almost sounds like you care, возлюбленный. should I be jealous ?? ❜
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❛ YOU KNOW i like to play with my food when they crawl on their knees for the kill to be sweeter. & wales is better than scotland. ❜
❛ THAT ONLY WORKS if they do not come back begging for more. you create bigger problem than a moment of fun was worth, this time. I hear hollyhead is acceptable enough. will take three months at very least to be found. ❜
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❛ ME OPENING UP THE DOOR only for your colleague to fall in with hairpin in lock does not constitute me as bringing someone over but agreed. ❜
❛ IT DOES when you do not kill him for trying in first place. now how do you feel about wales ?? ❜
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❛ OR WE CAN START REPLACING THEM TOMORROW, before your afternoon flight, you have a tendency of coming back to me bloody. ❜
❛ NEXT TIME. you brought someone over a month ago so it is about time we move before they try to come back and ‘ hang out ’. ❜
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❛ AND THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE taken your foreshadowing skills & invested it in darker colors. ❜
❛ NEXT TIME we are sticking with hardwood floors. ❜
❝ i’m not leaving. ❞
the man from u.n.c.l.e sentence starters || accepting [ x ]
RUN !! RUN !! RUN !! the corpses wail, crawls d i g g i n g into the ROT underfoot as the d r a g themselves forth trying to escape the deathly confines beneath his skin. flames crack from the pyre, flesh melting and bones cracking in the blaze of his wrath. the world stains RED and the screams raise in pitch and cadence, their plea changing::
KILL HIM !! KILL HIM !! KILL HIM !!
DEATH builds in his hands, the red in his heart, in his gaze, in his soul staining his hands to match:: vermillion splashes upon his cheek, crimson splatters on his chest, cruor stains down his arms. VENATIC VIOLENCE courses through his veins, each pump of his heart infusing it further into every cell of his body until the man becomes replaced with the beast, the monster, the WEAPON. wood splinters, glass shatters, ground SHAKES with his every breath, the world trembling in his wake. KILL HIM !! KILL HIM !! KILL HIM !! the mortuary beneath his ribs cries in time with his beating heart, those FELLED by his fury weeping carmine tears as the INFERNO reduces everything to ASH.
❛ GET. OUT. ❜
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❛ THEN YOUR MOURNING FOR VERSACE will end with resurrection as all things i do for you or have your bones & our furniture forgot ? ❞
❛ THE COLOR NEVER COMES OUT THE SAME and you know it. ❜
indxstress commented on indxstress's post “ s t a r t e r c a l l”
@therussicnway um hdu not tell me im not following enyo https://i.imgur.com/RUcCc65.gif
what do you think I just did ??
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STARTER CALL ! / @therussicnway
❝ WIPE THAT CONSTERNATING LOOK off your face; none of this blood is mine. ❞
❛ PLEASE I know it is fight night at your brother’s. I was mourning the custom versace. ❜
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WHEN MEG HEARD ERESHKIGAL had imprisoned Illya in Irkalla and planned to hang him from a hook like a broken wineskin the way she had done the corpse of her sister Inanna, her first impulse was to leave him there. Let Allatu vent her anger or Hades fetch him back as Meg knew he would not. And yet here she was. Two hours negotiating with The Lady of the Greater Earth in the halls of her lapis palace. She is still enjoying Allatu’s strange hospitality when one of the goddess’ viziers brings Illya out from wherever they’ve been keeping him. Herwelcomeis less than warm. ❝ I see you FUCKED UP. ❞
@therussicnway ⸺ starter call !
THIS WORLD IS COLD AND BARREN just as all others have been. SEVEN gates passed, and with each a garb removed, each one a standard from previous trials, each imbued with a terrific power ( that had ultimately fallen by his hand ). they s t r i p him layer by layer:: the price to enter kur, they said. he feels the POWER l e e c h from him with each removed item, yet piece by piece he relinquishes. ( you must for this ruse to work )
castle resplendent greets him at long last, flesh bared to the suffocating chill permeating irkalla. feet led him forward though instincts screamed turn back !! turn back !! TURN BACK !! ( bring me the head of lamashtu voice like satin lining coffin whispers, dastardly grin making eyes burn bright as hero’s pyre hungry to burn and consume him once more )
the head of lamashtu he now holds held but for scant few seconds before galla sweep forth. now he knows not where the head lies, only that the chains in lapis palace burn and s t r i p from him the STRENGTH from his very bones, the POWER inherent to him that the gates could NOT claim. the anna shriek their judgment above, their fury r e v e r b e r a ti n g through the kingdom itself. kill him !! kill him !! K ILL HIM !!
finally they drag him forward to the halls of the QUEEN herself. he fights to not let head sag from the exhaustion turning body to STONE, but this battle he is losing until her voice rings forth. the sound is ambrosia to his battered bones, and he feels STRENGTH returning with each word, no matter how acerbic her tone. her presence revives him in ways nothing else can and he hates her for it, for the puissance she holds over him even now. head lifts and teeth grind in primal snarl of animal wounded and cornered. he would have rathered ereshkigal left him to ROT than her to see him so.
❛ I see you’re still playing errand girl. ❜
#indxstress#V;; LIPS PRESSED TO MONUMENT OF MY SINS TREMBLE WITH WHISPERED SUPPLICATION ( EVEN DEATH CANNOT WASH THE BLOOD FROM MY HANDS )#meg: saves illya's sorry ass#illya: ok but go fuck yourself#why is my son like this ??#because he's fucking ridiculous and hates himself and can't be happy that's why#also hello !!#I'm still alive !!#I had to do a lot of reading on this mythology just for this reply please be proud of me#I'm trying bc I love you erin#you fucking goddess
I have so much muse it's terrifying tbh but no time to write bc med school... so like this and see if maybe you get something on one of my blogs. lmk if you have a preference, otherwise I'm picking for myself: illya kuryakin, regulus black, alastor moody, finn, enyo