#ryouki kure. ic / through my full blown implosion i’ll stay golden

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"WHEN WILL YOU LEARN.... WHEN WILL YOU LEARN... THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!!!"

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tag drop pt. 7: ocs (1/3)

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tag fix pt. 3 bc tumblr despises me ( last one this is it tumblr just thought it could get rid of my CRINGE apparently i think not- )

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@velvrose​ asked: “ it’s so depressing, reading it kind of makes me want to die! ” ruusa and ryouki…  

   RYOUKI’S EXPRESSION FALLS right away, shaking his head profusely as his palms fly up to his chest. “Then don’t read it!” Alright, maybe his insistence is a little too adamant— he can’t say he hasn’t been interested in darker narratives before, either. He may tend to indulge in comics more than written texts, but some of his favorite plotlines there always tend to be emotionally charged. Still, he doesn’t want someone like Ruusa to read something so unpleasant to her. “If it’s too dark, I’d definitely recommend something else if you don’t like that. Sorry— maybe I should have looked at some warnings beforehand.” 

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@velvrose​ asked: 🍷 ruusa for ryouki! // valentine’s day

🍷 to invite my muse to dinner

     SOFT GASP the moment Ryouki truly processes the invitation and its meaning, a light pinkish color along his cheeks following along with that realization. At least, what he thinks it means? After all, it isn’t everyday just anyone would receive an invitation to dinner from Ruusa Ueda, on Valentine’s Day no less! Briefly, he considers is it only coincidental because they’re classmates?— but he’s sure she’s aware of the date. She...really likes him that much? 

           Ryouki is overjoyed at the thought, though, despite his slight surprise, and his eyes quickly light up like stars. “Of course! I’d love to— go to dinner with you, I mean. That sounds really fun!” He can’t help the excited wave of his hands ( he might be embarrassed if not for Ruusa’s unrelenting kindness when it comes to things others had always looked at him strangely for ). “Were you... thinking anything specific? I don’t mind deciding together, either— or where. I just think... any time you will always be time well spent.” 

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@saviorcmplx​ asked: [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s @ RYOUKI.. // word prompts

    RYOUKI DOESN’T DESERVE THIS. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness from Rantaro, doesn’t deserve such a tender gesture that most people in their right minds wouldn’t think to give someone with as much blood on their hands as Ryouki has. No matter the time passed, it still stains his palms, sinking deep into frighteningly thin skin and making its home there, impossible to scrub out as much as he might try ( funnily enough... nothing about what he thought was his own ending had made him feel any cleaner ). 

   He tried so hard to be good, to pull himself up from his bootstraps every time he felt knocked down, but... he can’t forget how it felt to crack. Wondering where it ever got him: a mother and sister who resented his own existence, inferiority no matter how hard he tried, dead classmates lining up one after the other. He won’t forget the weight of a gun in his hands, the sound as they hit the floor. Itwassupposedtohelphehadtohehadto.

         Yet, Rantaro brings him closer instead of shoving him away, and all Ryouki can do is whimper, like a half-choked sob lodged in his throat. “Why are you doing this?” Whispered, after a moment to collect himself. Oh, he has so many more questions like that, temptation to sabotage lingering at the back of his mind. But... he ignores it this time. 

   “I’m... sorry.” It’s not good enough for this. But it’s a start. “I’m so sorry.”