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In the eyes of God, you show no forgiveness. You’re merciless, unfathomable, incapable of love and gratitude. Man of no remorse, where has your love gone? There’s no more love in your violence. There’s no more love... in you.

“I’ll crush ya like a fuckin’ roach. I’ll make sure your face is unrecognizable as soon as I’m fuckin’ finished with ya. I’ll mince you... I’ll mince you into fucking MEAT.” It’s a scene in a horror picture-play: colorized and printed on a full HD tv-screen. In the middle of a room is the yakuza enforcer of the Kawaguchiya-kai clan, his limp body strung up by a couple of steel meat hooks lodged into his bleeding back. He dangles there lifelessly, squirming like a bug as he moans in agony. Ryoma, his heavily tattooed back bare and trailed with bullet wounds and bleeding lacerates sitting on the floor, a metal skewer in his hand and a grin unfurled upon his blood-stained face. His glare stabbed better than a knife could. Ryoma stands up, the skewer in his hand twirling between his calloused fingers. He smiles, almost dreamily, and begins to slowly slide the skewer into the man’s swollen cheek. “I’m nothin’ more than a shell of who I used to be. Seein’ you cry and scream makes me feel nothin`. Everythin’ in my body is numb, cold, empty. I feel nothin’. And it’s all your guy’s fuckin’ faults. Fuck you. Fuck you. I’ll fuckin’ kill you. I’ll do whatever I fuckin’ can to see ‘er again. I’ll do anything to make you feel the pain I felt. Feel my pain. Feel my fuckin’ pain, as it slides into you like this skewer. I want you to feel everythin’ I felt. The sorrow, the sadness, the pain. ‘s the best thing you can do for a true sadist.” He slides the skewer deeper in his cheek before it pokes from the other side. He then rips it from his mouth hastily. “I’ll fuck you up. I’ll fuck you u-” 

Ryoma’s leer is now adjusted to the slammed open door, a tall man standing before them. 

        -----------------------------------------------------------       “Wrong room, sir.”  //  @kosmec

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okie.. i have to redo my tag dump... s-sowwie..

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                  And when he walks in, it’s kind of an ALL EYES ON ME thing. Dominance in disguise. A cigarette in his hand and the other fumbled deep inside his pocket. He had this look on his taut face, something like a ‘don’t mess with me’ kinda thing. He was encompassed by a cool atmosphere, almost chilling if you got too close. Cold, careless, cruel, I killed for the sake of it. He saunters towards Ouma with a solemn yet almost sly stare. He takes a drag from his teeth, opaque smoke rising to the heavens before being blown in the others face.

“You piss me off.”  //  @ultiliar

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like for a starter

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I did it out of love. You don’t owe me anything.

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like for a starter

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TADANOBU ASANO + YAKUZA TATTOOS 

On Wednesdays we make gifs (NSFW CLICK WITH CAUTION)

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me, still constantly pissed why people think hoshi is a built like an infant

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so fuckin cool

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TAG DUMP.

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*me, the ultimate hoshi kin, eating my cold hot pocket at 2 am in the morning whilst thinking about how much i want ryoma hoshi to punt me with his steel tennis balls in my I LOVE HOSHI RYOMA underwear*

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why do people think hoshi is built like a human baby? because he’s tiny? fuck you. i like to imagine hoshi and kaito arm wrestling and hoshi breaks the fucking table

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as a person who’s kin w/ Hoshi, I have to say this: Hoshi is most definitely a hunk.

hoshi is ripped

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hoshi ryoma the BIG FAT MEANIE