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I LOVE writing a villain and having people hit my DMs like "can your villain hurt/kidnap/nearly murder mine??" like YESSSS. LET MY MUSE BE YOURS VILLAIN!! I LIVE FOR THAT!! Shout out to everyone who lets my muse be EVIL to theirs!! :D

#[ one day I will actually return but yes this. ]

shizuzaya-deactivated20120423

»め郎

On one hand my muse for him is slowly returning and on the other I really want to write Shizuo too. Even though this fandom is pretty much dead. But man am I brimming with nostalgia. Yes I am currently re-watching drrr after years.

#tbd.#( I also wanna try different drrr muses so hmmm perhaps I should make a mini multi? For shizo and others )#( I may dust off this blog soon )#( idk of anyone's alive on here anymore though. )#( anyway these are some plans but with no actual promises )

» manya & maru

#( the collector. ) ▸╼ ： ❛ he in his madness prays for storms & dreams that storms will bring him p̶ ̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶c̶ ̶e̶ .#tbt.#edits tbt

#𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 . an independent, selective, private and デュラララ!! based original character. a killer clone of izaya orihara whose ultimate aim is to make a collection out of all the orihara heads before his life comes to an end. created in 2012. low to moderate activity. penned by kiri.

𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 , 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐄 .

#( self promo. ) ▸╼ ： ❛ a little love is always appreciated.#anime rp #manga rp #oc rp #indie rp #killer rp #durarara rp #drrr rp

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ; creating a blanket that covers the devious activities taking place in lonesome corners. Murder too. But 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒, tonight it is not his hands that dip into crimson, for his prey has been stolen from him. The song that should have been sung for him was sung for another — her. Those dripping fingertips that appear like claws in moonlight, wet lips, those equally observant coals - within which he could have sworn he just saw a different fading shade - and a certain air that clings tightly to their frame . . Her. The collector's tongue clicks. There is more to this failed hunt than meets the eye. But the question is, does he truly care? "Oh my," Despite the cunning grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, his mildly irked and disappointed voice breaks the thickening silence. One of his shoulders presses against the tiled wall and causes his black bag to be trapped between him and the cool surface. With his ruined plans, he reckons, the jars within it are going to remain empty tonight. No trophies for him, in other words. And that, 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌. "What should I do? My prize has been stolen from me, it seems." Indeed, as far as he can see the corpse that lays behind her is nothing but a mess of torn flesh and broken bones. Useless. Thoroughly claimed.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 begin to pulsate and reverberate within the hollow of his bones the more he looks at it. Despite their loud begging for sweet release, they do not past his frosty smile, for his mind would rather take this chance to further observe her, the 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 to his plans.

"Any suggestions, love?" / 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 / @prtki

#prtki

derangedrhythms

Angela Carter, Unicorn: The Poetry of Angela Carter; from 'Unicorn'

sansloii

@ammaranthine

#( musings. ) ▸╼ ： ❛ every passion borders on the chaotic but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.#[ yes. definitely ]

Happy birthday to my beloved son. I cannot believe I have been writing him for over a decade. His place is and will always be very special in my heart.

#( ooc. ) ▸╼ ： ❛ sanity is a madness put to good uses.

oathkeptmusings

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

norunir

The informant by: D.Y.S.

#( the collector. ) ▸╼ ： ❛ he in his madness prays for storms & dreams that storms will bring him p̶ ̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶c̶ ̶e̶ .

imagine another killer tailing manya, with the pure intention of killing and nothing more. what would happen once they realize he is of the same kind? it would be interesting i assume.

#tbd.#[ the idea of him having either an enemy or something like a friend? who is as insane would be lovely ]

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐇 / @sansloii

“Because, firstly, I really enjoy the way your lips twitch down and your nostrils flare a teeny bit when I come see ya again after you’ve graced me with your presence — as if ya actually thought “Oh they’re dead for real” before I show up. Secondly, attackin’ and killin’ ya would be too easy… so I don’t. For now.” they grin wider, “…You’re very entertainin’ for me too, y’know. The subtle anger is very sexy.”

𝐀 𝐓𝐔𝐓-𝐓𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 and a knowing look in amethyst hues : the collector finds the attempt getting under his skin rather amusing, and a tad endearing should he be honest. His fingers — those claws of his, catch their chin all too tenderly and in the same manner lull them closer. “You are right. Anger once was the first thing to envelope me but look closely, love. Do you see a trace of it? Is it still so amusing?” The back of the very same fingers begin to trail down ; creating a leisure, ghostly trail down their neck.The very same neck that he has cut open countless times. Ah, the smell is still in his nostrils and the songs it sang in his ears ; still so 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂 too, hence the intoxicated look now tinting his eyes as he gazes down into theirs. “Or ‘ very sexy ’ as you’ve put it? Tell me.”

#sansloii #[ well manya can be equally stubborn ~. ]