#ronin

[fial-inka]

[yur1l]

RONINN MY BOYYY (got lazy halfway of the drawing ❤️‍🩹)

[xxzhulyaxx]

You're obsessed with me, aren't you?

Before going to bed, I got my hands on the game "KillerChat!"

Due to natural circumstances, I went through Ronin's route and was inspired

[foldbaron]

The boi himself, Ronin Willingham-Bailey, as the Book Of Ronin card.

Art by Jenny Tan

[hanscheesecakeuh]

Ronin x Injured Reader Headcanons

written by yuukskillsworld <3

WARNINGS: Dark romance, protective/possessive tone, canon-typical violence referenced

• He acts like it’s your fault but treats you anyway. “What the hell did you think would happen, sweetheart?” he mutters as he kneels beside you, gloves already stained with someone else's blood as he examines your injury with unexpected care.

• His touch is shockingly gentle. For someone who’s so brutal with everyone else, his hands are precise and soft on you. He mutters that he's "stitched up worse," but he avoids eye contact like he actually cares too much.

• You get a twisted version of comfort. He jokes about “cutting off the pain entirely,” then kisses your temple to distract you. It’s both chilling and oddly tender.

• He threatens whoever hurt you—even if it was an accident. “Tell me who it was. Don’t lie.” You say it was just a fall, but he doesn't buy it. The next day, someone mysteriously vanishes.

• Ronin stays up to watch you sleep. Not because he doesn’t trust you—but because he doesn’t trust the world around you. He strokes your hair and whispers things he’d never say while you’re awake.

• If you cry, he panics internally. He’s not built for softness, but he’ll hold you in silence, hands trembling slightly, jaw tight. “You’re not allowed to break. That’s my job.”

“Thanks for readin’. You survive this long with me, maybe you’ve got a little bite in you after all. I like that.”<3

[reikunator]

Head empty. Only killer chat.

Practice sketches <3

[raydi0]

I will eat your writing. Watch out.

AHEM ANYWAYS!!! Imagine a reader who randomly says creepy things with the killer chat LI? For example they can be talking about their day, then randomly stop, stay silent for about 10 seconds, then say something that sounds like something from a horror movie before going back to their original topic :p

Oh and have a good day/night/whenever you're seeing this!!! You're amazing<3

Murderous ideology.

PAIRINGS! -> GN!Reader x Ronin , Angel , Misaki , V

a/n : Hope it tastes yummy <3 thank you for the request lovely anon! You're more amazing-er! Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!! These are short draaaaabless

a/n² : sorry for slow uploads, i doubt it'll get any better :'[

Ronin.

Your spontaneous character gives Ronin another reason to breath. He never truly anticipates your strange words, but he enjoys the suprise even better.

When the two of you are conversing over the days events and you suddenly halt in your speech; he knows he's in for something peculiar.

"My neighbours cat - she was on my car hood t'day," You're swooning, stirring the beverage that sat infront of you with the spoon that you favour.

"She looked so adorable." You add, dazingly thinking back on the cute feline.

A pause pangs through.

“She meowed like she remembered words, but her mouth couldn’t shape them anymore.”

The spoon gently clinks against the rim of your cup before you focus back on Ronin.

"She's the cutest thing. I love persians."

Ronin doesn't dignify you with a response, only stares blankly at the screen; trying to piece your words together. A faint unease tickles up his spine, yet, juxtaposed against it, a grin pinches at the corner of his mouth. Because he knows, when the time comes, you'll say something even stranger.

It means something when you make the Butcher's skin crawl. Though, your ominiousity is a trait he favours about you. His creepy-crawly writer darling.

Angel.

Maria is irked by this trait of yours.

You both rest on the couch, bodies tangled together like a braid. You drum your fingers across Maria's skin, tracing an inconspicuous pattern on her foreaarm. Maria seems to be presuming something whilst running her hand down the arch of your head.

"..Sometimes i wonder if the walls remember us better than we remember ourselves."

The moment you part your lips, she groans, shifting from underneath you.

"Is it really necessary to say these things out loud?"

"What? It's just a thought. I'm just thinking."

"Thinking? Far from it. That was more like theatrics."

"If walls could whine, everyone would be guilty."

Maria gingerly places her palm over your mouth, shaking her head softly.

"Let's go back to silence, my heart."

She loves you, really. But you truly are a paradox.

Misaki.

Misaki loves this trait of yours. It creeps her out, sure, but who doesn't love to feel on edge?

They're lying with their head against your lap, warbling about something random as your fingers lazily comb through her tufts of hair.

"Your hair. It feels allot softer today."

"Flattery? You want something from me?" Misaki snorts, rocking their eyes back to capture your face.

"Almost like it's forgiving you."

Her grin falters, a dejected expression on her visage.

"Almost."

Your words wrap around their neck like a silky ribbon pulled too tight. Alas, she doesn't move. Not even a twitch.

In fact, Misaki melts into your grounding touch further, savouring the peculiar little ache you leave in their veins.

Because that's the trade-off. Comfort wrapped with a poisonous bow. She can't help but crave it more.

V.

You make Valentin worry every time you pull the stunt. His nighttime ritual is stressing about your sanity while you rest soundly beside him.

"Goodnight, Val." You softly hum out, shuffling the blankets to engulf you further.

"Let's hope you're still you when i wake."

Val blinks at the body laying beside him, watching the calm rise and fall of your chest. Your breathing slipping into the candence of dreaming. Your words hang thick in the air, polluting the vicinity.

Valentin has to stop himself shaking you awake and interrogating you on what you meant by that.

He nestles down into the blankets, staring up at the ceiling with a glint of disquiet in his eye.

You're the reason he has grey hairs in his late 20s.