#rikyunn

[crocus29]

Thank you, everyone~!! \(>w<,,)/ <333

[seimeinotaka]

Ren: 1, 5, and 10 just because

1. Theme song: The Sharpest Lives by MCR because you can feel the anger and the self-hatred in the lyrics and that’s been his bovine life for 15 years. :’D Angry Cow‘s nickname isn’t for show.2. Season: He’s a very angry and bitter winter because he tends to be cold and abrasive and a little of a shit and because he is stuck in time so to speak and he can’t really move on.3.Animal. There is a reason he’s called Angry Cow for very bovine reasons that include him being a fucker that likes cows and thinks they are cute and prefers them to people. And he talks to them the nicest, even nicer to people he likes.

[reflectingstars]

rikyunn replied to your post:Tagged by vionifly​! :) 1.Why did you choose your...

MANY CATS TO ENJOY the best reason :D

I knew you’d appreciate it. :D

[hellscabanaboy]

2, 9

What does your id want? Do you ever give in?

I basically write because of my id like look at my writing tag it contains basically nothing but porn, characters suffering dramatically, or both. There is very little semblance of a plot anywhere. Even my proposed original fiction is porn

Basically my id wants d/s flavored with the shadow of impending death SO I give it that a lot

Are there any unintentional trends in your writing?

As the answer above would indicate I feel like most of my trends are pretty intentional. Or, like, at least not mistakes, like I didn’t plan for the Summary Of A Ray Fic to be “character with no agency experiences sexual distress” but like it wasn’t like that was going to not happen. It wasn’t unintentional it was fate

I do wish I would get more longer things done though. I won’t say plottier because they’re not, but more involved explorations of characters’ with no agency’s distress than can be done in one scene

[jonghooey]

rikyunn replied to your link “and so you destroyed everything - gongji - Shin Sangokumusou | Dynasty...”

this is amazing and utterly heartbreaking, and not a wasted word from start to finish, I'm really happy that you shared it with us! and yes it does do him justice this was the thing that needed to be written

omg thank you so much, friend!!! i don't think i've ever put this much effort and research into a fic before so i'm glad to hear this! it means a lot coming from you 

[heshikiru]

rikyunn replied to your post: 3. things you said too quietly, mitsut...

keep ruining my life oh my god

I can keep doing that even more if you send me a request eh ;)

[heshikiru]

actual souza talking with hasebe because I'm terrible :)

this is not a happy story in the least and i’m sorry. they’re a bit past the “talking” stage of negotiations at this point.

#rape #abuse #scars 

A weapon though he is, Souza has been weakened from decades of cage-trapped trophy-sitting. It is an easy matter for Hasebe to wrap a hand around those brittle, greenstick wrists and pin the other sword against the bamboo-matted floor. With one hand, Hasebe leaves ugly, dark manacles of bruises on Souza’s skin. WIth the other, he tears at Souza’s clothing, ripping apart fluttering robes and beaded necklaces with a wild fury.It would be easier if the Samonji resisted, Hasebe thinks. But he doesn’t. Souza lies there, cold steel and dead silence. He isn’t even looking at Hasebe; his eyes are distant, trailing the path of the prayer beads as they roll and scatter across the floor. 

When he reaches the mark, Hasebe traces his fingertips along the ridge of deep scars and blackhearted burns. Souza shudders like a reed beneath him, and Hasebe feels a shaking breath brush past his ear. It isn’t a flinch, but a laugh. Hasebe releases Souza’s wrists and looks up, fearfully. Souza’s odd-colored eyes, dull jade and precious lapis, are blank with chalky resignation, lit only with a candle of knowing. The rusted slant of Souza’s smile is a deep-cutting victory, and Hasebe remembers that a trophy though he is, Souza is still a weapon with a very keen blade.

Hasebe dips his head to press his open lips against the mark, dead breaths escaping like a prayer. His nails press red welts like kiss marks into Souza’s ribs. Souza’s body is a shrine of unwished desire and envy, warranted by his beauty and his reputation. Hasebe kisses the mark, kisses Souza again and again, in hopes that he could one day bear the honor of burning this brand above his heart. He loves this name on Souza’s skin, would be glad for dreams of flames to dance behind his eyelids. For the unity of the land, for the wild ambitions of a man named Oda. 

Souza cups Hasebe’s cheek in his hand, and he is cold as a ghost. Souza’s touch is soft with pity, and Hasebe breaks into salty tears.

They are their master’s swords.

[seimeinotaka]

B, D, L

B:A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

Inrome for the FEA fandom, though that was more Remy talked about it a lot and I was like "Oh sounds nice and very sad too. Inigo virign 5ever"

D:What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom?

That was a long time ago in the YYH fandom but that fic is such old shame that I deleted it off FF.net Next not so old shame is like 4 years old for the Saint Seiya fandom that didn't go anywhere because I suck.

L:Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

*sweats nervously*

Ok, first of all, neither my favorite fanauthor (not that I have many hur hur) nor fanartist draw what I like or they seem like the type of person to basically write/draw Canon/OC, I think but...

NSWF Yukimura/Rinne because I am trash of the highest calliber We can throw in there the Aniue too because trahsier trash