Bloody Stabbing Knife

Anonymous asked: "Marie runs to him. "A-Are you ok??""

mariesouleater:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

"Yes? I’m fine… why?" He looked over slightly concerned "Do I have any reason not to be?"

"I just had this inclination that you were not going to be yourself, or that you would be hurt. It was a really bad gut feeling and I was hoping I was wrong." She clasped her hands together  assuming a begging position. " getting   lost did not help"

"I am not in anyway harmed and I am not someone other than myself. Thusly I suppose your feeling was unfounded, though the concern is appreciated." He watched her curiously, more bemused than anything else, lips curled into that smarmy smirk.


young-golden-eyed-doctor asked: "웃♡웃 5 and 20"

thehandsofthereaper:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

thehandsofthereaper:

"I never thought I’d see this again, you know," the very human Reaper said, tilting a weathered old baseball cap (belonging to Franklin, embossed with the name of some obscure German sports team) back on his head. He stood out in a crowd- he stood out everywhere- but traveling amongst tourists in South Korea, he looked so very very odd.

Compared to Stein and his screw, though, he passed by as normal pretty damn easily.

Seoraksan National Park, near what Death had called Baekdam- a beautiful reflective pond surrounded by trees gently beginning to hint towards yellows and reds along their edges. “I traveled here when I was young,” he added, skimming over the rocks by the water’s edge with a large hand. “Gods, it’s been centuries… it’s still beautiful, though. Put the basket down- we can eat. Rest. it’s still a bit of a hike up to the temple itself.” He gave Stein a grin. “If you get tired, I migth even give you a piggyback ride~”

"… we don’t? I don’t really pay attention." A heavy brow arched in confusion. "Lieben, have you been checking out the students behind my back?"

And then he grinned. Death couldn’t help it- the situation was hilarious. “Yes, because being a god of death naturally equates to being a sex god. Which, while I am that damn good, i know how to keep it in my pants, unlike most celebrities.” Eyeroll. “Really? They’re that desperate? I could sue them for slander, but… honestly, that’s just too damn funny. What are they going to say next, that I’m having orgies with Cthulu?”

"No, but I did read that you had a sex cult with Zuul and and the Nagul- which are fictional so if that is true, I can’t even be mad- just… kind of impressed." He laughed caressing the worn face that gazed up at him. "You’re such a man of mystery…"

He closed his eyes and rested his head on the man’s chest, it was not exactly comfortable with the bulkiness of the screw, but the coolness on the nice spring day was refreshing.

"I love you…. my sex-cult-having, evil God…"

Death puffed up indignantly. “Zuul? Zuul? Really?! I’d like to think I have better taste than that, dear gods.” he sighed and laughed, holding Stein close- letting him rest his head on his chest. The heat had to be getting to him as well.

"Welcome to being a celebrity, love," he murmured as he played idly with Stein’s hair. "We’ll never have any peace… except for times like this, when i can throw out false leads. They think we’re in Egypt right now." A soft laugh. "I love you too, my zombie-army-creating mad scientist. By the way, why didn’t you tell me about your army of the undead? Aren’t they hard to keep stitched together?"

"Well the press calls them an army, I prefer the term Sid." He smiled kissing God lovingly. "He likes to think he is an army though, I am sure he appreciates being compared to an undead legion." The madman laughed running fingers through silken, striped hAir. He smiled down at the man below him. The conversation was an enthralling one in its own right.

"Lovely…" He muttered to himself as his thumbs trailed over the sides of the sunken face. "Perfect…" He ran his fingers over the prominent nose, tracing the Romanesque lips with his fingertips. "My God." A kiss found the lips of a diety. "My King…" Fingers trained over the fabric of his shirt.

"My obsession…"


young-golden-eyed-doctor asked: "웃♡웃 5 and 20"

thehandsofthereaper:

"I never thought I’d see this again, you know," the very human Reaper said, tilting a weathered old baseball cap (belonging to Franklin, embossed with the name of some obscure German sports team) back on his head. He stood out in a crowd- he stood out everywhere- but traveling amongst tourists in South Korea, he looked so very very odd.

Compared to Stein and his screw, though, he passed by as normal pretty damn easily.

Seoraksan National Park, near what Death had called Baekdam- a beautiful reflective pond surrounded by trees gently beginning to hint towards yellows and reds along their edges. “I traveled here when I was young,” he added, skimming over the rocks by the water’s edge with a large hand. “Gods, it’s been centuries… it’s still beautiful, though. Put the basket down- we can eat. Rest. it’s still a bit of a hike up to the temple itself.” He gave Stein a grin. “If you get tired, I migth even give you a piggyback ride~”

"… we don’t? I don’t really pay attention." A heavy brow arched in confusion. "Lieben, have you been checking out the students behind my back?"

And then he grinned. Death couldn’t help it- the situation was hilarious. “Yes, because being a god of death naturally equates to being a sex god. Which, while I am that damn good, i know how to keep it in my pants, unlike most celebrities.” Eyeroll. “Really? They’re that desperate? I could sue them for slander, but… honestly, that’s just too damn funny. What are they going to say next, that I’m having orgies with Cthulu?”

"No, but I did read that you had a sex cult with Zuul and and the Nagul- which are fictional so if that is true, I can’t even be mad- just… kind of impressed." He laughed caressing the worn face that gazed up at him. "You’re such a man of mystery…"

He closed his eyes and rested his head on the man’s chest, it was not exactly comfortable with the bulkiness of the screw, but the coolness on the nice spring day was refreshing.

"I love you…. my sex-cult-having, evil God…"


young-golden-eyed-doctor asked: "웃♡웃 5 and 20"

thehandsofthereaper:

"I never thought I’d see this again, you know," the very human Reaper said, tilting a weathered old baseball cap (belonging to Franklin, embossed with the name of some obscure German sports team) back on his head. He stood out in a crowd- he stood out everywhere- but traveling amongst tourists in South Korea, he looked so very very odd.

Compared to Stein and his screw, though, he passed by as normal pretty damn easily.

Seoraksan National Park, near what Death had called Baekdam- a beautiful reflective pond surrounded by trees gently beginning to hint towards yellows and reds along their edges. “I traveled here when I was young,” he added, skimming over the rocks by the water’s edge with a large hand. “Gods, it’s been centuries… it’s still beautiful, though. Put the basket down- we can eat. Rest. it’s still a bit of a hike up to the temple itself.” He gave Stein a grin. “If you get tired, I migth even give you a piggyback ride~”

"Ohh? You naughty boy… remind me to throw that into my repertoire of insults." He waggled his eyebrows and lightly smacked the other on the butt. "You really did want a sugar daddy, didn’t you? Someone with lots of money to fund your experiments in the bedroom~"

He started laughing. “Gods, the paparazzi get worse with each passing century. Trust me, they’ve said as bad about me- one of the tabloids said I’m grooming my students to become my secret harem. What the hell would I want a harem for? I’ve seen them. They’re miserable. Everyone’s jealous, and nobody’s happy.”

"Also we do not exactly have the most physically attractive student body." he replied flatly. "If you wanted a harem, hit up the witches at Chupas like senpai always does." He rested on top of the ancient figure looking down into golden eyes watching him from below.


"I enjoy the outlandish stories. My favorite is the one that said you were sleeping around with all your Deathscythes behind my back. All of them. The picture of "you" they had was literally just your cloak. Spirit was getting it cleaned. I was there. Two feet to the left and the camera would have accidentally gotten me in the shot."


Anonymous asked: "Marie runs to him. "A-Are you ok??""

"Yes? I’m fine… why?" He looked over slightly concerned "Do I have any reason not to be?"


legendaryguillotine asked: ""Good afternoon, Professor Stein~""

"Good afternoon Justin." The man looks up from the medical journal in his hand. "How are you?"

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young-golden-eyed-doctor asked: "웃♡웃 5 and 20"

thehandsofthereaper:

"I never thought I’d see this again, you know," the very human Reaper said, tilting a weathered old baseball cap (belonging to Franklin, embossed with the name of some obscure German sports team) back on his head. He stood out in a crowd- he stood out everywhere- but traveling amongst tourists in South Korea, he looked so very very odd.

Compared to Stein and his screw, though, he passed by as normal pretty damn easily.

Seoraksan National Park, near what Death had called Baekdam- a beautiful reflective pond surrounded by trees gently beginning to hint towards yellows and reds along their edges. “I traveled here when I was young,” he added, skimming over the rocks by the water’s edge with a large hand. “Gods, it’s been centuries… it’s still beautiful, though. Put the basket down- we can eat. Rest. it’s still a bit of a hike up to the temple itself.” He gave Stein a grin. “If you get tired, I migth even give you a piggyback ride~”

"Which, taken into account, means you’re… younger than I am? The same age? Still older? Lieben, I’m not good with advanced maths."

That conundrum- that and the fact that Stein had just whacked him in the side of the neck with his screw- made him pause. “Oh to hell with it. You’re too adorable to be the crotchety old man in this relationship- you have the baby face and everything. Leave the being old thing to me.” Arms wrapped around Stein and hugged him tight- the weight atop him was so pleasant, even with the heat and humidity. “You can be the cute one. And the smart one. I like those labels better than ‘the old one’ and ‘the young one’.

"Then you can be the rich one, and the handsome one…" He looked up, before leaning down and kissing him again. "Because according to certain magazines, I’m am a ‘gold-digging whore’ as they put it." He sounded amused by the idea.

"If I was using you for anything it would be for your body… for your organs, for science…"


young-golden-eyed-doctor asked: "웃♡웃 5 and 20"

thehandsofthereaper:

"I never thought I’d see this again, you know," the very human Reaper said, tilting a weathered old baseball cap (belonging to Franklin, embossed with the name of some obscure German sports team) back on his head. He stood out in a crowd- he stood out everywhere- but traveling amongst tourists in South Korea, he looked so very very odd.

Compared to Stein and his screw, though, he passed by as normal pretty damn easily.

Seoraksan National Park, near what Death had called Baekdam- a beautiful reflective pond surrounded by trees gently beginning to hint towards yellows and reds along their edges. “I traveled here when I was young,” he added, skimming over the rocks by the water’s edge with a large hand. “Gods, it’s been centuries… it’s still beautiful, though. Put the basket down- we can eat. Rest. it’s still a bit of a hike up to the temple itself.” He gave Stein a grin. “If you get tired, I migth even give you a piggyback ride~”

Death caught him as he rolled over, helping to keep him steady. “Melodramatic little brat,” he scolded, kissing the tip of his nose. “the difference between my age and Eibon’s age is actually more like the difference between yours and Spirit’s. Perhaps a bit wider- he is older than me by a fair margin.”

Arms around him,he proceeded to lay kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach- forehead, cheeks, chin, and finally a long and thorough kiss on the lips meant to steal his breath away. “Weren’t we supposed to be doing something else?” Another thoughtful kiss. “Like me lathering attention on you, not bemoaning our age difference- which, by the way, I’ve still lived at least 1300 years longer than you, so I’m technically older?”

"Yes but I’m half wizard or some shit so you need to calculate that into how old and disfigured I am." He stopped talking solely because the lips against his own had sapped the breath from him. "Gods damn it all you’re taking the fire out of my complaining."

He buried his head in the crook of the Old God’s neck and only beat him up only slightly in the process.


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