♧ Pancake Madness
♧ I Need You
♧ Injured
♧ Flustered
♧ Ringing in the New Year
♧ Wreck Me Softly
♧ Reference Point
♧ Christmas Special
♧ An Unhealthy Obsession
♧ Digitized Hearts <3!
♧ Cheater
♧ There Was No Longer Any Place For Them In Heaven
♧ Another Unhealthy Obsession
♧ I Just Feel Like I Can Fall
♧ Cannibalism
♧ My Fake Boyfriend is a Serial Killer
♧ Valentines With the Devil
♧ Last Night's Mascara
♧ Darlin.
♧ Late Mornings
♧ Stained Hair
♧ A "Ritual"
♧ Omniscient Orbs
♧ Killer Queen
♧ Write Me Like You Love Me
♧ I Hate to Love You
♧ Rambling Reverie
♧ Murderous Ideology
♧ The Devil Tango
♧ The Devil that Reigns the Streets Part 2
♧ Proposal
♧ Dog Birthday
♧ Shot Wound
♧ Scared
♧ Biting
♧ Counting Stars
♧ Sicker Than a Dog
♧ Holy shit, darlin', you scared me!
♧ Blood Upon the Snow
♧ Nightmares
♧ The Devil's Tango
you thought you’d have time to run, or find help, anything but shooting the guy.
the gun still trembled in your hand, you weren’t a killer. that was ronin’s job.
ronin. shit.
you hadn’t had time to call him. if you did, the murder wouldn’t be on your hands. at least ro is skilled at this stuff. you pull out your phone, desperate trying to type with shakey hands.
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your back hit the cool brick wall. what have you done?
ronin didn’t need to ask where you were. he practically jumped off the couch, threw on his boots haphazardly and bolted out the door, checking your location as he ran.
a bruise was beginning to bloom under your eye where the stranger had hit you. another on your wrist when he grabbed you.
it didn’t have to come to this.
you didn’t have a choice, really. at least in purgatory no one was around, no one to hear the gun discharging rounds, the body hitting the floor. no one to witness the way your body sank to the ground or the way your held your knees to your chest in fear. this was the best case scenerio, really.
no, seriously? the best case scenario is being home, safe.
he was asking for it, technically . catcalls turning into name calling, shouting profanities into the otherwise quiet street. you could’ve been home, cuddled up with your boyfriend on the couch. all because he forgot to grab pasta sauce from the store, and you really wanted pasta.
ronin was smart for making you take your gun, really.
ronin. where is he?
heavy leather boots pounding against pavement, he doesn’t think he’s ever run so fast in his life. his lungs burned, his legs ached, he didn’t care.
his darling was in trouble.
trouble?
oh, no. not trouble. he turned the corner into his turf, greeted by the scent of a fresh kill. what? he hadn’t been here today. yet the fresh scent of iron and gunpowder hit his nose like a warning.
and there you were. curled in on yourself, his precious writer, with a gun in their hand. a dead man laid in front of you, blood seeping furiously and staining the alley more than he thought possible.
jesus, how many time did you shoot the guy?
you were catatonic, shaking violently, didn’t even hear him when he called out to you. he gently pulled your hands away from your face, unraveling you from the position you had somehow gotten in.
and then he saw the bruise. the dark bloom of black and blue under your eye, on your wrist, the tear stains that had recently fallen over them. it took everything in him to not break, to not turn around and bash the dead guy’s skull in.
no, he resisted.
because he saw you.
how you refused to look at the body, how you could barely speak, so disassociated from the world around you.
you weren’t a killer.
that’s what you wanted to think, anyway. but you both knew, the devils been shaping you into his pet for months. unconditional love and all that bullshit, just undertones. hints of bloodlust here and there, slowly creating a monster out of you. corrupting your very soul.
if you weren’t a killer, why did you fire so many times? why not lay a single warning shot into the guy’s gut and walk away? this was supposedly self defense.
after all, only you know the way you stood. you didn’t fire with shaking hands, but ones of swiftness and confidence. you fired 8 rounds, ronin counted. you knew he was dead after the first 2. why fire more?
because you wanted to.
because the devil’s butcher has a doll with a pretty face. a doll he can love, and easily manipulate. a doll he turned into a killer.
killer chat! love interests — bartender au! headcanons.
new mini series of headcanons im starting... killer chat! is the first on the docket. i'm writing this from an airport so please, ignore any typo's and shi.... im so sleep deprived, anxiety kept me up so i didn't sleep yet.
written from the concept of you're a regular at the bar, and the love interests are your bartenders... inspired by some youtube short i saw.
ronin beaufort, as your bartender!
— he overpours for the love of the game, cus you once said alcohol doesn't affect you. (it affects you terribly well... and he knows...)
— ronin watches your drink, and everyones drinks and protects them from creeps. actively shoots the soda gun at people who are being weird around drinks.
— shoots the soda gun at a lot of people. "its just tonic water, was the big deal guys" looking mfer.
— he's giving you the wrong drink. "oops, yeah i didnt think you actually wanted that other drink; finish that one and i'll make you the actual one you wanted, i guess"
— are you gonna finish that? drinks it for you.
— totally a bit wasted on the clock, and he likes it that way.
— random discounts, just for sillies to see if the owner would notice.
— dancing behind the bar for the thrill of the eyes on him. he's hot and he knows it lbr.
maria de la rosa, as your bartender!
— only makes you sweet drinks
— she doesn't let you pick your drink, not because you can't but because she likes to have you try new things.
— she's always hitting on you, to avoid randoms hitting on her.
— blows you kisses when she serves you a drink.
— your first drink is always free with her.
— dressed up to work at the bar. cosplay adjecant.
— shes can't do any flare when mixing drinks, but she tries. she gets some small flares off but nothing too crazy.
katsuo misaki, as your bartender!
— SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!
— they just be pouring shit to pour shit.
— they get in soooo much trouble, but they looooooove to make you drinks, whatever you want. and make you mystery drinks.
— reading manga on the job, or playing on their psvita.
— they do so many flares, flare after flare after flare, all for a good tip, to get whatever money people are willing to give 'em.
— everyone loves misaki, and wants misaki as their bartender but theyre too busy paying attention to you.
— they hit their vape and do smoke tricks too. you love it tho.
— theyre constantly singing along to whatevers on the radio in the bar. theyre the life of the staff.
valentin viljoen, as your bartender!
— makes drinks perfect. no over pour, no underpour.
— rare freebies... but only when you need it.
— he actually breaks up fights better than the bouncer does. he is constantly jumping into fights to break shit up.
— he does get you free fries from the kitchen tho.
— he doesnt do flares... but he does give a hell of a smile as he talks to everyone. he makes it a show without making it a show. and thats real showmanship he says.
— he babies you at the bar, whenever you order, he double confirms what you want to order, and how you want it done. just to make sure you get what you want. its sweet.
— he makes a lot of experimental drinks to put on the menu, because when ronin used to do it, it ended poorly a lot.
Hey Ronin loving PC girlies, computer background for yallll
I miss when edits like this were fucking EVERYWHERE, I love video edits, but where are my obsessed phone and computer bg edits? Wdym you don't want everyone who sees your computer to know you're desperately maddened by this fake guy?
