#riccardosanzio

[mcrtimersmith]

@riccardosanzio​​​ asked you: 💭

my muse’s thoughts on yours // accepting

“I don’t know....I think I’m still waiting for the day he leaves me.” Mortimer sighs, leaning back in his seat and chucking a ball for Reider to chase. The steadily growing Kujiro yapped and thundered after it. His nails ticked ticked ticked as he darted out the door after his prize. Distantly, Mortimer already heard poor Mori YELP as she nearly tripped over the excitable pup.

“He says he isn’t. He says that I’m stuck with him. But I can’t help but feel like Ricky doesn’t mean anything of what he says.” There was always that evil little voice, so so familiar, hissing in the back of his mind.

NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU. THEY’LL ALL ABANDON YOU IN THE END.

“I could easily say that I wouldn’t care and that would be the end of it...but...” Mortimer’s mouth sets into a thin line, worry etching its way into his features. 

“I DO care.”

[glammamour]

@riccardosanzio

Clunk--

The tall star lets out a small ‘hmph’ when he feels someone run into him from behind.

Of course, in a crowded area like this one, having someone bump into him wasn’t surprising. However, the thing that gets Mettaton to spin around and check on the other, is because he was almost certain he heard the other hit the ground moments after knocking into the robot’s hips. And, when he tilted his head to look down and his eyes met with the unlucky soul that happened to bump into him. He blinks, then a big smile begins to stretch across his face. A single gloved hand stretching down to take the other by the arm and help him back up to his feet.

“Well, well, well, hello to you too darling~ Another fan I’m assuming? You know, if you wanted an autograph, a tap on the shoulder would have done just as well.” He chuckles at that, then after fixing the other’s hair and then going to place a hand on his hip, he grins.

“Though with the way you were rushing through here, I’d go as far to say, you’re running from something, not to something. Am I correct?”

[dptysns-archived]

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          “what the hell even is that?” the food on the table wasn’t something he’s ever seen in his life, was it even food? he’s seen some weird shit in his life, but this really took the cake. 

          “if i eat that, am i going to die? is it even safe to eat?”

[beetleshow-blog]

     he goes around freely and chaotically, claiming he has no plan but that’s a lie - beetlejuice has goals even in his afterlife, but he’s limited: his power is limited, his reach is limited, and he only has one way to get out of it, one idea that seems possible day after day.

     but a scientist ?? well, a sorta-scientist ?? he can help, surely.  doesn’t hurt to try.

     leaning against the couch where he was sleeping in, his head resting in the armrest, he smiles as the man slowly wakes up.

     ❝ — hi, ricky. ❞ he waves cheerfully, stepping back slightly ( god knows how he can react !! )  ❝ did ya sleep well ?? ❞

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[dehorned]

     @riccardosanzio​ says “ please tell me that’s your hand. ”

   Hellboy gives him a puzzled look. He looks at his hands — particularly, that rock-like hand of his. He stifles a chuckle. It is quite normal for others to be baffled by his right hand but he finds humour in this new reaction. ❛ Well, yeah. It’d be a real problem if it wasn’t. ❜ He moves his hand and wriggles his fingers as if to prove he had control of it.  ❛ Is that what you’re wondering about or — ? ❜

mixed things / sentence  starters .   ➤    accepting .​

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@riccardosanzio || ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴍᴇ

A shellshocked young man stood on the first floor of Addison Apartments. Blood splayed across his clothes and prosthetic face mask. The source of the destruction remained clutched in his right hand––a butcher knife from none other than Terrance Addison.

Taking out the source of the darkness and pain hadn’t been enough...

To prevent that thing from ever coming back meant taking out every single soul it corrupted.

That had been everyone in Addison Apartments.

Sal had tried to make their deaths as swift and painless as possible, but he still couldn’t excuse what he’d resorted to... Murder. He was a murderer. He hadn’t even been able to pull Mr. Packerton’s plug when they had found him locked away in that room a few years ago, and now he’d killed everyone who mattered most to him. Even worse than his own father and Lisa had been Soda... The little girl had so much life ahead of her. She loved her “Uncy Saw,” as she’d always called him. At least his dad and Larry’s mom had lived a life... Not that such excused their deaths.

“I think you’ve got a bright future ahead of you. I really do. I love you, buddy.”

Of all the things his father could say... Why had those been his last words?

And Larry... Larry left this sick, sad world before Terrance told Sal what needed to be done. His note made even more sense. The darkness drove Larry to suicide. The darkness took Larry away from him. If Larry hadn’t taken his own life, he would have had to...

Sal refused to think about it. Even after what he’d just done, he knew. He knew he could have never found the resolve to murder Larry like the rest of them.

“I had no choice... I had no choice... I had no choice...”

Repeating those four words failed to absolve Sal of any guilt. Did he even have a soul anymore after taking so many others out of the world?

He turned his gaze down to the butcher knife, still stained crimson and dripping. He contemplated carving out his own heart to be with everyone again.

[muds666-blog]

€

€ for a bad memory that still haunts them 

     “…It wasn’t all roses at the Niccals house,” Murdoc mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette. He tossed the straw out of his rum and coke and downed the entire glass, setting it down with an audible thud.

     “Furthest thing from it, really. I may have been a monster growing up, but sometimes I still question the way my dad treated me.”

     He took another puff, grateful to have the slight distraction as he shed light on the repressed memory. He wished he had another drink. “I learnt the hard way not to ask questions about my mum.”

     Ash from his cigarette fell into the nearby ashtray. “One night, when my dad was out at some boozer, I decided to look for any trace of her. I figured there had to be at least one Polaroid around somewhere. So I went into the old bastard’s bedroom. Started riffling through his dresser and the like.” He wrinkled his nose. “Didn’t find much besides a few crusty skin mags.”

     He continued to smoke his cigarette. “Anyway, my dad came home and somehow got the jump on me. Don’t ask me how, seeing as he was legless at that point with all he’d drank, but he still caught up with me. Slammed my little eight-year-old body right against the wall. Told me if I ever snooped around again that it’d be the last thing I did.”

     A humorless, sad smile came to his lips. “When I brought up Mum, he took the strap out and beat me black and blue. Said some rubbish about how I was ‘the incarnation of that ruddy slag’s mistakes.’” He glanced down at the mostly spent cigarette in resting between his fingers, frowning. “He used my arm as an ashtray by the end. He was going for the face, but… Well, that was the only victory I had that night.”

[yettoberefuted]

riccardosanzio replied to your post: “Like on one hand sure I do miss all my UT people...

( this is MOOOD esp seeing ppl i followed on my UL sans account like >>“”’ )

There is a LOT of times I do want to interact with UT people with Sat now. Because I do still like the rp fandom aside. But I want that whole element to just explore the dynamic monsters meeting up with sat for the first time.  Honestly it was so goddamn freeing to have sat just step away from the UTness and develop much on his own...without monster being attached so much. But I also want that confrontation of someone who just doesnt approve at first...or is weirded out by sat because WHY WOULD YOU EVEN.  That makes me want to love you forever if I could explore that.