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Ronald Knox of the Reaper Dispatch Society, Collections Division!

In this world, "death" is a rule that no one should ever overturn.

((Independent Roleplay account for Ronald Knox of Kuroshitsuji.))

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A quick glimpse of a bruise-and-cut-covered reaper as he blasted past Ronald's desk with intention to avoid scolding. Kent had been gone way too long without checking up with his mentor. "HiyaRonaldnicetoseeyaI'mgoingtomycubiclebye!"

eagerreaper:

ronnieknoxville:

Honestly, that kid needed to check up with him him more often. Especially when he appeared to be hurt. Ronald jumped from his desk and out of his cubicle, pointing after him with a scolding finger. “Kenton Marcane, ye get back ‘ere right now!”

Wincing at his full first name, the trainee sighed and skidded to a halt, turning around to face Ronald. “Er….Yeah. Huh. About the not-checking-up-thing,” He mumbled, fingers brushing along the bandages on his cheek and jaw. “And the bumps and bruises thing…I was being real careful, promise.”

Ronald’s only response to begin with was to push his glasses up slightly as a result of pinching the bridge of his nose. He was starting to feel like William, what with the way he scolded Kent. He loved the kid, but really, was it so hard to check in with him? “Alrigh’, tell me what ‘appened,” he said in a rather exasperated voice.

A quick glimpse of a bruise-and-cut-covered reaper as he blasted past Ronald's desk with intention to avoid scolding. Kent had been gone way too long without checking up with his mentor. "HiyaRonaldnicetoseeyaI'mgoingtomycubiclebye!"

Honestly, that kid needed to check up with him him more often. Especially when he appeared to be hurt. Ronald jumped from his desk and out of his cubicle, pointing after him with a scolding finger. “Kenton Marcane, ye get back ‘ere right now!”

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"Covered everythin’ in Will’s office with sticky notes. Comedy gold."

affableadventurerofgallifrey:

This man didn’t feel very human-like. It wasn’t the feeling in the pit of her stomach she would get if he was a Time Lord, nor the aura he was give off if he was alien, but a more of a shiver on the back of her neck- like she knew he was different. He didn’t seem to dangerous to her at the moment, so she let it go.

She walked across the street with him, her strides easily matching his- even in these shoes- and pace the same as the other’s. Her eyes wandered about to take in where they were. Not the center of London, but not the outskirts either. “Hm?” she blinked, his question breaking her train of thought, “Oh, I’m from,” you can’t say Cardiff, Dublin, London, or Gallifrey, "York. I decided to move out here once my mum and dad died."

He nodded in response, wondering whether or not this statement was a lie. While she certainly was not human, nothing suggested that she couldn’t be from York or have deceased parents. He took a moment to attempt to remember his own mother, frowning when he came up with nothing. He understood why he wasn’t allowed to keep his human memories, but it was irritating, regardless.

"I’m sorry ta ‘ear abou’ ye paren’s, lass," he said with a shake of his head, "Yer too young ta ‘ave gone through tha’ kinda grief."

(Source: ronnieknoxville)

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Accidentally in Love || stick-up-his-ass-spears

stick-up-his-ass-spears:

The supervisor could hardly believe that any subordinate, particularly Ronald, could find spending the evening with him more entertaining than the others. Normally he wouldn’t even think of such things, but his wonderful subordinates never ceased to remind him of how strict he was (and apparently completely dull).

"Friends. Right." The word felt foreign to him, as did the entire ridiculous concept. Why did Ronald want to be his friend, to go beyond what was required of them as supervisor and subordinate? William truly didn’t understand the use of such a title or emotion as "friendship", specifically since they were no longer humans. Despite this logical thinking, the older reaper couldn’t help but feel a strange…something in response to Ronald’s well-meant efforts. Perhaps, in spite of himself, he was rather flattered by the notion. Lest he be damned for ever revealing such a thing.

Unnecessarily clearing his throat, William pushed his glasses up in somewhat of a nervous habit and let his gaze drift elsewhere. “If you find difficulty paying for yourself,” he started, changing the subject, “I could offer assistance.”

His less-than-excited comment sent a wave of doubt and hesitation through the blond. Did William not think of him as a friend? Did he not wish to be Ronald’s friend? Was it too early in their friendship to be inviting him out to a pub as friends, let alone as a couple? Questions fled through his mind in a flurry, almost making him dizzy for a moment or two. God damn, he hated that he never new what to do when it came to William. 

After calming his rapidly beating heart, he turned to face the elder with a grateful smile. “Ah, thanks. Most of my paycheck wen’ to feedin’ Kalila an’ Duke, so I don’ really have a whole bunch, righ’ now. Kinda lame tha’ ye gotta help pay when I was the one to invite ye out, though…”

(Source: ronnieknoxville)

The 3rd gif in your folder is what your muse does when you’re not around

theshinigamidispatchassociation:

shittygami-haken-kyoukai:

reapergrellsutcliff:

hanakotobawakodoku:

contrarian-marion:

askcecewells:

masterxofxyourxfate:

fightslikeaboy:

sassnsting:

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{GOD DAMNIT,THAT IS MY FAVORITE GIF AND NOW ALL I CAN SEE IS RAVEN FLOATING UP AND DOWN WITH THAT FUCKING FACE}

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affableadventurerofgallifrey:

She could feel him give her a look over, so might as well look him over as well. After her quick scan of man, she couldn’t help but notice his eyes. She’s always had a thing for green eyes. He also seemed really nice too. Men seemed to be more respectful of women in these eras of time- despite the- Don’t let your mind wander, Professor she reminded herself.

"Thank you!" she nodded and linked arms with him, accepting his proposal to be her guide. Looking at him, she smiled a bit, "A pleasure to meet you Ronald, I’m the Professor- Ah, Katherine. Sorry, at work, I’m known as the Professor." She decided quickly to pass solely as human this time.

So Katherine was her alias, hm? Pretty name, he decided, but it wasn’t as though he was fooled by this name. She obviously wasn’t human—not only did she smell… different, not in a bad way, but in a, “no way you’re human” kind of way, but she also had no name above her head. This, of course, didn’t bother him—he’d dated non-humans before, and wasn’t exactly human, himself. There was no use in calling her out, however, no use in scaring her off. 

"My pleasure," he said with a nod, looking about the street before tugging her across with with him, taking long strides so as to avoid any carriages that may be coming around the corner. Of course, they couldn’t hurt him, and he assumed they couldn’t hurt her, either. It would be a little bit odd, however, if he was trampled by a horse and walked away perfectly fine. "Migh’ I ask where ye come from, if ye ain’ from London?" he questioned.

(Source: ronnieknoxville)

How I roleplay:

godismycover:

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tagalongsusan:

When your muse suddenly starts getting feelings for someone and you know the other mun probably doesn’t ship it.

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