I trust my body to the wind
Share the joy and sadness
with my colleagues,
to praise the existence
Kuruta the tribe forever.
I swear this to my red eyes and God
my blood prevail.
I swear, by God.
the sole survivor of the Kuruta clan, a race with treasured irises that turn scarlet in times of anger or emotional agitation.
[indie Kurapika rp blog]
[ocs crossover welcome]
[don't accept magic anon]
in relationship with
All thanks to Leorio
if i ever made a kurapika rp blog the url would definitely be 404familynotfound.
Kurapika - HunterxHunter Ch.348
*:・ﾟ✧ The Most Sparkly Trash in Town ✧・ﾟ:*
/maybe you want to kill me? I don’t have any words to say how Asdfghkdsjskdkdjss this pic #kurapika #hunterxhunter
friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
Whenever I think about Kurapika it’s always, “you could have done all that badass stuff without letting your hair get fucked up.” Or, “the darker color scheme is ruining you.” Or, “smile. No more angry eyebrows, why did this happen to you?”
Am I the only one that wishes Kurapika just stayed as he was?