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pplwatchrz replied:

I HAVE NEVER AGREED W AN ANON MORE !!!

      elinor. kanskav, THANK YOU SO MUCH?? 

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hello ! i just wanted to come in here & say i really do love ryan & your writing overall, keep up the awesome work ! c:

      elinor. ayyy, thank you!! tbh i’m still a bit uncertain and nervous when writing him? bc it’s my first time properly depicting his toxic personality and actions – so seeing stuff like this really helps w/ my self-confidence ♥ have a great day, anon!! smooches!!

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elinor. horror starter call!!

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Terrible things happen to good people every day. Consequentially I am not one of the good people, I am one of the terrible things.

Marianna Paige (via mylittlebookofquotes)

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❛ What makes you think that? ❜

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      ❝Years of experience, maybe?❞ Which is a better expression for a gut feeling Yukako doesn’t believe in. She’s a challenge, that’s for sure – Whenever her hard gaze meets his, he feels unsure of his own steps, as if one wrong move could make him lose his usually secure grip. Which probably isn’t that far away from the truth. ( He knows better than to mess with her. )

      ❝Look at the wounds across his chest.❞ He tries to look up at her, sitting in a chair in his office, looking at the records of his latest case. Useless work when someone else is there to watch his every move, but at least it keeps up his cover. Now, a finger moves across the picture he’s showing the other, quietly assuming that the depicted corpse won’t affect her mental state. ❝They’re not deep enough, so their goal wasn’t to kill him, but to make him feel pain, right? Well, we had the same wounds on another victim a few towns away from here. Maybe they’re connected in some way. It’s worth looking into it, at least, wouldn’t you say?❞

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❛ Why are you here? ❜ // yoru

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      ❝That’s quite a philosophical question, Yoru. Hope you don’t mind me saying that I didn’t expect it from you~.❞ Boring. Ryan has met people of Yoru’s kind before. The ones who pretend to not feel anything. The ones who collapse like a house of cards when it comes to more important, more emotional things. Boring, boring, BORING. Whenever blue eyes graze the other, Ryan asks himself if he would lose his cool attitude to hysteria once he’d cut off a couple of his fingers. Maybe pluck out an eyeball. See how much seconds it would take him to start crying. Or maybe, stubbornness would reign over the common human panic and fear? Maybe, he’d try to spit into Ryan’s face when he’s close enough, insult him, keep resisting until the end.

      Either way would be amusing enough to Ryan. For there’s no real control once he trapped his victims in a corner anyways. They can scream, they can sob, they can pull themselves together, but in the end, their lives are at his stake. And once that happens, they’re already lost. ❝I thought I’d pay you a visit. You know, so you won’t be too lonely all day~.❞

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❛ Who are you? ❜ ( from child thomas aaaaye )

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      ❝Me?❞ Children. Although he’s made up his mind about everything living on this earth, he’s still unsure how to feel about them, sometimes. The innocence living in their big eyes, their blind trust and big hearts … He would ENVY their bliss and ignorant happiness, if he wouldn’t despise it so much. From time to time, he thinks about what would happen if he’d take a child like that in, and he’s almost certain it wouldn’t survive more than a month at his side. Ah, well.

      ❝My name is Ryan, kid. I’m a detective.❞ A fact that usually works well on children. It’s as if his words were a spell, his profession something they only know out of books and stories – Tales of adventure, struggle, and, of course, a HAPPY ending. They don’t know about the wolf in sheep’s clothing yet. They don’t know that the hero of the story doesn’t always live through it, and they don’t know that even children aren’t safe from the grip of darkness. Dead weight.

      They don’t know ANYTHING. And the more he thinks about it, the more difficult it is to keep the seething hate inside of him away from the surface. ❝And who are you?❞

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The urge to sink my claws into the soft tissue of your throat and watch the blood pour is nigh unbearable. Choke on it. Scramble your fingers against the flesh of my hand and beg for mercy, call me monster. Know that you brought this on yourself.

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knifebound replied:

Okay but imagine this - another corrupt muse and him being friends 8') aka I'm gunna toss my Kagura at him one day

      elinor. oooh my god, yesss!! i’d love to work out how that kinda friendship would be??

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

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i highkey want ryan to have close bonds to people but i lowkey don’t want him to manipulate and use people who think that he’s their friend :’)

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i am blood and bones / beast in human clothing / unholy / wretched / thing / father taught me / not everyone has a soul / some are made of chaos / heart always hungry / claws always sharp / creatures like me bite and refuse to d i e.

1998. | “sharp teeth and wild hearts v.” (via adaestra)

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wasabi ( flamebourne ):

      He’d known something had been off in those pale hues when he’d spied the giddiness to the other’s expression, in the time he’d spent coming to know Ryan through their work (an Informant working with an Investigator, both with a little too much information on their own hands) he’d almost sworn he could feel the tinge that marked the other out from the others.

     He’d not… he’d not expected… no that was a lie, he’d expected this, but he’d not anticipated this sudden blade to find its way buried to the hilt in his abdomen. Not from the blue eyed detective of all people, he’d almost wanted to swear that tinge had been a peculiar energy, or a dark spark… but the familiarity of it sank in deeper than the blade jutting from his torso…

      That glint in the other’s eye had been… a hunter’s calling card…

     Of course he’d staggered… but not collapsed forward into the other’s tensed arms, in turn, he stumbled back, hand pressing about the sheathed blade, a sharp growled grunt shooting free and his free hand meeting with the brick wall of the crumbling alleyway behind him.

      He’d sneered at the other’s confusion, pieces clicking together in fast sparking arcs of color in his head… so that was why this fella had been so willing to spend time with the too blunt Informant the entire division had wanted to steer clear of.

      You’re… not dying…?

      The words had rung out with a crystal clarity and Wasabi’s sharp green eyes darted from the blade in his belly to lock stares with the owner to the knife, and he couldn’t help but give a sharp snort. Wrapping his bloodied hand round its handle and prying it out with a stifled hiss, Wasabi’s eyes gave a sharp green glint.

     “Harder t’get rid of than that” The ichor that coated the blade seemed to sizzle, flaking away, and a visible green (dare one say flame like) energy peeking through the new hole in his once loved shirt.

      “Bad move…”

      The HUNTER was aware of the fact that he just lost one of his weapons, there’s no doubt about that, but as of now, there are other things occupying his twisted mind. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He’s conquered a countless amount of people, from walking trees to fragile porcelain dolls, and Wasabi's figure isn’t that different from Ryan’s own one -- He should’ve easily broken apart, the skin that’s just barely holding flesh and bones together shouldn’t have healed that quickly, he should’ve collapsed on the ground, beneath that wall he’s leaning against now. But he didn’t. No, after recovering from the surprise, after a grunt and a fluid motion, he’s talking as if nothing happened, if only a bit more ANNOYED than he was before.

      And while Ryan’s lips were frozen in surprise a few moments before, they now lift to form a wide, empty GRIN on his expression, devoid of any sane, human emotion. 

      ❝I see.❞ He doesn’t, but it’s always a good idea to pretend that he knows what’s going on. The green glow, energy, whatever it was -- It was certainly not HUMAN. And while any victims he had in the past lacked strength and intelligence, what counted the most was that they didn’t know about his true nature. That his attack would take them by surprise, that they wouldn’t be prepared for the sudden bullet, the slash of a knife, the loud crack of a bone when he’d break it. So, now that the other is AWARE of Ryan’s intent, now that he saw the glint in his eye and recognized the thirst for blood in his twitching hands, what’s going to happen now?

      ❝What are you going to do now?❞ Blue eyes, usually so expressive and attentive, now seem like water; you can see through them, see what’s at the bottom of his soul. This has something refreshing to it, something he’s never experienced before -- It gives Ryan a rush he’s never felt, to a point where he wouldn’t even care about his own death. He feels ALIVE. He FEELS. Fully, properly, wholly. And his gaze is fixated onto the holes his blade left behind, wanting to get more of this, to rip apart the fabric and see how much has healed, find out how much damage he can do if he only puts his mind to it. He wants to know how he can break Wasabi.

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*   CLOSED STARTER   :   @flamebourne

      There’s a knot inside of him he wants to get rid of. He’s been fidgety all day, frustration hidden beneath his usual facade, almost snapping at everyone who looked at him -- For they’re all disgusting, all USELESS ants on a world not meant for them. Their big eyes overflowing with trust and their arms open, waiting for his embrace; it’s disgusting, and while he’s good at dealing with it all when he’s in a normal mood, today is different. Today is a day to let off steam.

   It’s the same as usual -- A fluid, skilled motion, the flash of a knife, blade hitting flesh. The tension inside of him eventually bursts as the other’s blood stains his own clothes, and he can’t help but SMILE. This is it. This is what brings him joy, this is what gives him release. A human body, so fragile and frail, breaking beneath his grip, beneath his violence, beneath his will -- Power and madness eventually shows itself in blue hues, as he waits for Wasabi to collapse into his arms, as he waits for him to cough up the red essence that’s already staining his shirt, as he pushes the blade into his stomach again and again and AGAIN, his other hand gripping his neck hard enough for his nails to leave bruises -- But it doesn’t happen. In fact, nothing does.

      Wasabi doesn’t let out a sound. No gasp of pain, no startled remark, not even a cry of fear. His back doesn’t bend, his fingers don’t tremble. He keeps standing. Straight. Unmoving. And as Ryan looks up, his expressions stayed the very same as before, as well. 

      The madness escapes blue eyes and makes way for pure confusion. Ryan’s whole attitude shifts -- Neither frustration nor joy controls his mind now, and almost childlike curiousity shows itself in his expression. What’s happening? ❝... You’re not dying?❞