The Saiyan lifted his arm and aimed an open hand at the sky. "Repent?" the ki around him began to flicker violently, "Judgment?" his ki began to pull itself towards his hand. It spun rapidly in a circle within his palm as he continued to talk. "You speak as though I've done something to be judged for. As if your forgiveness is something I want or need." a wave of intense anger flowed into Scallio's eyes. "Well, god, allow me to show you how little your forgiveness means." like a volcano erupting the energy swirling in Scallio's hand launched upward.

for context, my character just murdered a big ass chicken and is now attempting to eat it.

He tilted his head and blinked in confusion. "De... feather? As in... get rid of all the feathers? They don't just burn off when you cook them?" he asked.

excuse the double post :sweat: but I was going through my recent posts and I saw this:

Why the fuck does his "date of birth" even matter!? He's a willing murderer, so who needs any of these questions? Shouldn't that be all that matters?

Context: this character is currently signing out forms

Teru— bateru.

It's a pun. I made a pun. I'm way too proud of myself for this.

It astounded her, the way he had downsized his massive, aggressive show into something so simple as a meager fight. Just a bit of bickering between the lads. No harm done. If she were less of a lady, she would have spit on him.

"He didn't—and y'know what he said?" His voice raised in pitch as he grew agitated. "Killing women left a bad taste in his mouth! Gah, what a goddamn liar! He just said that to get under my skin," Kamanosuke complained with a pout.

look, look, look— i live for kamanosuke complaining about saizō. they're always just the most enjoyable things to write because he does it so often that it's pretty clear to everyone except himself that he's actually in love with saizō

(...) that was small, mostly empty, but still decent. ( just because they were about to keel over from exhaustion, hunger, or thirst—didn't matter to them which, at this point—didn't mean they were completely devoid of their usual standards. )

so yeah last night i bust my back but on the other hand i also busted out a long ass reply. this is prob my favorite line from that---because i like my humor and this was literally the only comedic line -_-

This is a lie, this isn't my last post, but it's the last post in the thread I'm replying to, and I'm sitting here :pikachu:ing at myself, because dang, I wrote that? Can you tell that I've never been hooked on, much less done any drugs, sdfjklhfkjdhsd? Context, I guess - person who's trying to quit shooting up has caved and is buying from his old friend/dealer.

There's no time to reminisce, though; he hurts, wracked with the usual penance for his less-than-stellar vices, and more immediately, he'd promised an exchange. “No one sent me. There's just – just not anyone to – we get paid per job, ya' know? And I needed...” Reflexively, his grip tightens and softens on the balloon bags in his hands, rhythmically, without thought or need. There is no judgment that Johnny can pass onto him for his addiction – not that he could imagine the scar-faced man ever harboring the desire – but all the while, he feels small at his admittance. Has always felt small in the aftermath of a deal. There wasn't anything in the world that could have made him feel as good as the poison he devoured greedily into his veins and capillaries, but all the while, there was nothing that could make him feel worse when it had finally finished running its course.

With a look bordering on pained, Nikki found the words slipping out unbidden: “I wish I didn't.”

remember folks, every moment is a recruiting opportunity whether it looks like it or not.

michi, pls