#killseeks

[ganurath]

"Governor."

"K-Killseeker! I'd thought you'd retired."

"I retired because I'd won. That victory is now being challenged by wrongful accusations against my granddaughter. There are two ways to solve that: yours, or mine."

"A blanket pardon, then. Her name?"

"Prodigy."

"...That's a hero's name."

"My family can do as they please. It pleases her to help the helpless. How soon can you pardon her?"

"The charges against... your grandchild will become federal, if I pardon her."

"Explain. And choose your words wisely."

"Okay, okay, I- The Attorney General wants to send a message to values voters. Even if I gave Prodigy a full Nixon, he'd pull strings to put things at the federal level."

"That will require time he won't have. I expect my granddaughter to have a... Full Nixon, was it? Every piece of the Attorney General they find before she gets a full Nixon will cost you a blood relation that you will have to choose. Publicly."

"You can't- No, no, I'll wake up the required staff."

"Heh. Good boy."

You, a retired villian by choice, have just received new about your grandchild, a hero, being falsely accused of crimes he didn’t commit causing you to demonstrate why you retired.

[tuliptheoshawott]

Stupid but still fire mod idea:

Madword X Danganronpa UDG crossover

It'd be Madword, but everything would have textures from Danganronpa UDG, and all of the killseekers would be replaced with Monokumas.

I mean, just imagine Jack Cayman going to town on a random Monokuma. Stabbing a caution sign through it and putting it in a trash can and such.

The plot would kinda be similar to Madworld. Jack's "target" would be Monaca. Towa city would have been modified for Deathwatch while the events of UDG were happening, trapping Komaru and Toko in it.

The WOH and Nagito would all serve as bosses, having their own Deathwatch ranking.

Komaru and Syo would be the second to last boss, with a Deathwatch ranking of #1, and then the real final boss would be whoever the final boss of UDG is (I have not played it.)

I dunno man I just think it'll be cool.

[killwrites]

@killseeks :  ‘  how could you?  ’ 

(  scene,  outside on the street  )

                ANDREAS doesn’t know.  he’ll never know the utter strength carlos is demonstrating,  the unusual amount of control needed to take every last step forward,  but oh,  why would he?  the storm inside of carlos is a well kept secret !  (  not for a lack of trying.  )  but the situation demanded for someone to be level-headed.  day in,  day out,  the creature keeps carlos’ superficial mood shallow,  even,  it’s so rare for him to express anything.  and while the demon usually feeds on depression,  their anger doesn’t match.  it’s thankfully rotten tasting.

                in a different story,  carlos wouldn’t need to struggle with himself,  wouldn’t need to overcome walls and walls of manipulation to be able to act on his own,  but reality is a different book entirely.  and so,  for far too long,  carlos had just watched andreas humiliate the first responder on call in front of everyone.  ❛  HOW  COULD  I  ?   ❜

                it was quite a scene,  something for the demon to feast on, but the truth is,  it’s carlos’ fault.  he let the girl live,  allowed for her to witness the artwork he turned her into but didn’t take into account how quickly they would find her.  it’s a shame he still roams undiscovered.  but the rest is beautiful,  a tragedy unfolding as she died surrounded by strangers and this one taken life is what pushed andreas over the edge.  watching rage blind the detectives’ eyes,  fueling his every action,  it made the demon want to join in.  ❛  are  you  even  aware  anymore  of  what  was  going  on ?    you  nearly  attacked  a  man !    a  fellow  officer.  ❜

                carlos isn’t sure how he managed to evade the siren call from within his ribs,  but as they walk,  calm washes over him again.  further and further away from the police station,  a hand is still holding its iron grip around andreas’ arm as they hurry down the street.  it’s the middle of the day,  too early for a visit to the bar but carlos has been up all night and fighting the evil inside is impossibly draining.  so he only stops once they reach a familiar door and at once,  exhaustion bleeds into his system.  the demon isn’t regulating his emotions,  allowing for the full mess to spill out of him with no filter.  at last,  a finger jabs into andreas’ chest.  ❛  you  don’t  need  to  say  ‘thank  you  for  making  sure  you  don’t  lose  your  badge’  and  right  now,  reyes,  i  wouldn’t  mind  you  shutting  up.  ❜

(  scene change,  inside a bar  )

              with the shake of his head,  carlos turns on his heels and walks through the door into the dimly lit establishment.  a beer,  two beers,  a whiskey  ――  who even knows anymore but full glasses find their way onto their table and into carlos’ hand.  when he speaks again the voice betrays his alliance.  ❛  don’t  think  i  wouldn’t  have  had  your�� back,   but  you’re  not  any  help  to  her  or  to  me,   if  that’s  how  you  decide  to  react.  ❜  a moment of silence.  thanks to the chaos from earlier carlos’ is alone in his head,  the creature slumbering inside its cage.  from his throat,  a sigh escapes before he pushes andreas tumbler closer to the man.  it’s weak but a peace offering nonetheless.  ❛  get  a  grip  and  drink  up.  ❜

[prince-abel-d-amour-blog]

Guardian

Send me a "Guardian" and I'll write a drabble about one character swearing to always keep the other safe 

“You’re not standing after that.”

Abel shot a glare at Razor when he began helping himself out of the bed after he went through so much trouble getting him there in the first place.

“Abel, I’m fine - “

“You’re not. You can barely walk.” Abel shook his head, firmly placing a hand on his shoulder.

“‘Tis but a scratch, am I right?” Razor grinned up at him, but it withered away after a few seconds from the severity of Abel’s gaze.

Or, Abel frowned in thought, the severity of the pain.

“Just rest. If not for your own good, then for my own peace of mind.” Abel urged, refusing to leave the bedside until Razor lay back down.

“Didn’t know you had such a protective streak, Abel.”

Abel frowned to himself, crossing his arms as he looked outside the window in case anybody had followed him.

“We’re friends, Razor.”

“Really?” Razor laughed softly out of amusement. “Since when did that happen?”

“Since you kept refusing to leave me alone.” Abel turned to shoot Razor a side glance, losing the hard edge in his tone. 

“I always protect people I care about. Unfortunately for me, you’ve become one of them.” Abel shifted his gaze back towards the window, exhaling slowly.

“So shut up for now, and just rest.”

[blue-paramanov-blog]

“Stop whatever you’re doing. We need to shop.”

“And what exactly are we shopping for, grappling hooks and lighter fluid?”

[killerqueenada-blog]

“I’m not anyone. I’m me, you can tell me anything.”

⊰ sentence meme ⊱ gossip girl edition

A flash of teeth biting into bottom lip, a moment of weakness as Ada considered giving him the truth instead of brushing him off. Despite herself, despite her childhood and the way it taught her that vulnerability and care were weaknesses, Razor had wormed his way into her life and made himself a friend, even if she wouldn’t use the word to describe him. Perhaps if he had caught her in a different moment, perhaps if she were a different woman, she’d believe him, but she didn’t... couldn’t. 

Vulnerability was weakness and she didn’t allow herself that.

“Where I came from doesn’t matter. There is nothing to tell.”

[prince-abel-d-amour-blog]

slurred words !!

“Oh, I’ve heard of him,” Abel nodded absentmindedly, nursing a cocktail. “with a name like Razor, it’s quite hard to not have heard of him.”

“He kills like a Corsican, is what I’ve heard. Quick, clean and efficient,” Abel shrugged, smoothing down a wrinkle. “but a dirty Sol nonetheless.”

Abel smirked. “I heard from Victor that he was found on top of the D’Amour building. If it wasn’t for the fact that that building belonged to our family, I’d find that pretty entertaining.”

[prince-abel-d-amour-blog]

“just sit down and let me take care of you.”

there was only one way to interpret this. i’m only a little sorry.

Abel watched as Razor locked the door, immediately narrowing his eyes out of suspicion and instinctively moving a palm to the knife at his belt. Razor turned around and shot his hands up, letting out a laugh.

“Woah, chill, Abel. Is that your reaction to every act of seduction?”

Abel snorted, nearly getting caught off his guard at the surprising words

“Seduction?” Abel shook his head, watching Razor warily when he took off his jacket, suddenly thrown way out of his element. “I’m sorry, is that what you call this? And no, but it is my reaction to anyone who locks me in a room.” 

“Ah. Exhibitionism.” Razor winked and shot a finger gun at him. “Didn’t peg you to be that kind of guy, princey.”

“Mon dieu…” Abel breathed, already making a move to go past him and go towards the door - only to be stopped with a rough hand to his chest.

“You’re not leaving that easily.” Razor warned teasingly, grinning up at him before backing him slowly into the room.

“And why’s that?” Abel responded, arching an eyebrow. Razor’s antics were tiring. It was difficult to keep up with his unending enthusiasm, and at this point, Abel was waiting for the punchline.

“‘Cause I’m gonna blow your mind, duh. Literally, if you want.” Razor shrugged nonchalantly and pushed Abel to sit on the bed. “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

Inhaling slowly, Abel frowned, suspicion still evident in his eyes. Not knowing how to respond, Abel went with silence instead, watching Razor carefully as he placed a knee in between both his thighs.

“What’s with that look? Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?”

A small tsk left Abel’s mouth, gaze shifting away from him, though now hyper aware of fingertips ghosting along his tie.

“Joke’s over, Razor.”

“S’not a joke.”

“Then why?”

Abel heard Razor snicker, which only made him curl his knuckles against the sheets.

“Because you, my good sir, need to learn how to relax with something other than that wine you keep drinking.” Razor smirked, jerking Abel forward with a tug on his tie.

“I know that uptight people like you have gotta learn to take a ride on the wild side, yo,” 

Abel exhaled when he felt Razor’s breath fan out across his mouth.

“And you’re not weak, dude. If you really minded, you would have had me shoved off by now, yeah?”

Abel met his gaze, silent.

Razor grinned wider.

“Let’s see how dirty a pretty boy can get.”

[prince-abel-d-amour-blog]

“I’m surprised you didn’t shoot me yourself.”

“Other than your label as a Sol, you have not given me a reason to.”

“Though, that isn’t to say you won’t be quick to give me one if you decide to be an annoyance.”

[killwrites]

PROLOGUE !

first  of  all,  hi,  my  name  is  SCHIFF  and  i  go  by  they/them  pronouns,  secondly,  this is a sideblog to goldmelted. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY,  this  is  a  heavily  with  killseeks  affiliated  crime  &  horror  themed  original  character.

warnings:    violence,  murder,  vague  descriptions of mutilated corpses,  period typical homophobia,  mental illness

the links: RULES  ||   TIMELINE  ||   PODCAST  ||  HCs  ||   ANDREAS !

[prince-abel-d-amour-blog]

bunny who? gav who?

sorry the real otp is razor x abel confirmed

@killseeker