Dash Commentary| Loud; Drunk And Horny; Just Like L Expected - Tumblr Posts
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“Ah please, embodiment of death, decay here. That half insane cowboy still wants to stick it in me.”
Curious cowboy noises
“I'm glad I burned down so many churches while I was alive.”
“Christ, your Navy man is so embarrassing.”
@lightningdamned
Didn't expect to witness God's breasts but she's not complaining
Yes, she's looking too. Blame her great eyesight.
“I haven't even said anything”
“Yet.”
^ is 💯 sure James has been possessed by Jack Sparrow's spirit because not only he's doing stupid shit in a death game full of supernatural creatures but he's still alive.
(Not like she's not rooting for him.)
“Let me get this straight: there's a guy actively ‘hiring’ and deploying children to combat criminal and supernatural activities and they gain no financial and emotional support for their work, furthermore feel threatened to be disposed of if they don't live up to expectations? How is this legal in any form in any world or dimension or whatever the fuck?!”
“Exactly how many deaths are running around here??”
“You are hopeless.”
Is very fucking concerned about...that thing
The marksman stared in shock at the pristine target for practice, the gunshot deafening in her ears. Karma...missed. Something that has never happened in centuries.
Poison green eyes bore into the stone she'd struck instead while testing the rifle, an unfathomable, unexplainable violent coil rolling within her when she pulled the trigger. Karma has always felt hollow. Dead already before she perished. Yet now...something felt like moving inside her.
Her revolvers whispered, not one or two voices but hundreds. Souls shaped into deadly bullets writhed, beckoned her to abandon any other weapon and use what she has reaped. The gunslinger although startled, deep down she knew this day would edge nearer. How? She had absolutely no idea.
Glancing at the peaceful scenery of Wrath and she already could sense the amount of dead soon laying in sunwarmed soil. Within a second, she was already riding Villám to Pride, she needed to meet her cousin, despite the bad blood. A storm was coming.
“WHO THE BLOODY FUCK IS HOLLERING AND YOWLING AT NOT EVEN THE DAMNED ASS CRACK OF DAWN”
