I have messages piling up in the inbox but I’ve lost my muse for Ryuk (and Rem, for that matter). It’ll come back, eventually.

Sorry.

*I’m sorry that I haven’t replied in days… (weeks?) I got a lot of big stuff happening over here and I’m trying to keep my priorities straight.

Replied to:

• melodious-ruin
• loli-goth
• 00beautifulinblue

In my drafts (yikes I’m sorry):

• vampire-niko
• adalyndragonrider
• extr4ction
• insaneartgirl
• lisforlies
• faded-f

melodious-ruin:

Hearing the cackle come from the throat of something/someone behind him, the Lich whirled around with his long needle pointed at the throat of whatever had the audacity to sneak up on him while he was voicing such thoughts that could only be noted as private. Whoever this was needed some harsh lessons in manners, whether they be human or otherworldly creature. Manners were no excluded from anything or anyone and if you were in your right mind then you knew right from wrong.

Right: Alerting someone of your presence. Wrong: Sneaking up on someone and listening in on them voicing their thoughts… and then laughing about it.

Grey orbs narrowed. While his eyes took in the appearance, something in him knew exactly what he was faced with.  So one of the Reaper’s servants had come to finish what the bag of bones could not? Zephyr had been awaiting this day.

“So you’ve come to take my head already and claim it in the name of Death, do you?” He asked with a bitter tone. “I think you’ll find that such a task will be none too easy, eavesdropper.” A violet light began to build at the tip of the outstretched needle. “Now state your name or your head will take the role that mine will not serve.”

The creature found the sudden display of shock and defensiveness so amusing that it sent him into another round of cackling. Humans - afraid of everything unusual, how typical.

However, as the other’s face came into full view, the shinigami realized at once that “human” was definitely not the word for this… creature. Bones were all he could see with his eyes, and as for his shinigami ability - there was no lifespan. The only thing about his head was a single word - probably a name - but it was so hazy that it was hard to decipher.

Well. The shinigami hopped up from his relaxed position, standing up to his full height at about seven feet tall. He saw the other creature’s eyes narrow as something in him registered, and wondered what death meant to a creature of his species.

In the name of Death - Ryuk started cracking up yet again. Even a species such like this had such elaborate fantasies about death and dying.

“Nah. I’m not gonna take your head or anything. I’m just here on Earth to see what’s going on.” Eyes glowing and grin still plastered on his face, he continued, “I’m Ryuk. I’m a shinigami - a god of death - but that shouldn’t matter anything to you. I won’t do anything to you, if you don’t do anything to me.”

00beautifulinblue:

ryukisbored:

“Kira case, eh?” The shinigami chuckled, his mind recalling some particularly vivid events - however, they faded almost as quickly as they came, leaving no room for him to process the memories for long.

“Sure, it was pretty entertaining.” He shrugged. “Whatever happens to you humans isn’t really my concern. It’s your world, you humans can deal with it yourselves - I’m just here for the fun.”

“I figured as much. I probably would’ve had mounds of fun causing the equivalent of havoc.” She’d have shared the brief laughter if she felt the need, but she didn’t. Not enough.

“You probably run around taking apples from wherever and whenever you please now that you don’t have to worry about putting some human’s cover in danger, hm?”

The death god cackled in agreement. Death gods could cause all the trouble they wanted, but watching humans cause each other chaos was an even better prospect.

Resting his head on his elbow, he answered, “Apples? Of course. There wouldn’t really be any point in coming down here besides to take the apples.” And, there was also the part where humans murdered each other by the masses.

loli-goth:

“What are you?”

She finally asked, ignoring his attempt to leave. He looked like one of the warped toys she kept on the shelf I her bedroom. Granted, she wasn’t very educated in the different types of supernatural beings, partly her own thought, ad now she was curious about what stood before her. A rare thing for her. 

Glancing to the side, she noted that no one else seemed to be reacting to him, though she seemed to be drawing some odd looks. Not that she cared. 

The creature’s mouth curled into a grin at her assertiveness. Assertive humans were infinitely more interesting, not to mention more fun to toy with.

“I’m a shinigami,” he answered. “A god of death. You can call me Ryuk.” And, because he had nothing to lose, because he was bored and there was no one else to entertain him, and because there was no lifespan to be wary of so it couldn’t be possible that she had anything to add or detract from the Kira case, he added, “Hey, where’d you get those clothes?”

The death god shot a curious look at the other creature, trying to remember where he’d seen the other before; how was it that he could see the shinigami? Well, Ryuk supposed, he’d probably touched a notebook scrap some way or other. He didn’t care much right now. He raised an apple to his mouth, still eyeing the other.

After a moment, he said, in a bored manner, “Well? Whatcha lookin’ at?”

melodious-ruin:

“I don’t care if you don’t like me, human or no human. And not that I have to explain myself, but I have been alone for over a thousand years. You hear that? Alone. By myself. With no one. And that’s the way it should be - the way that nature intended for it to be.

And who are you to go against nature? I’ve done it but you shouldn’t. Save yourself the trouble. I don’t need your company, won’t need you company, so just go die. I’ll stick to being alone and manipulating people to get what I want… It’s for my own good, the only good that I’m able to look out for.

Lonely? Not at all.

Who needs friends anyway?”

A grin curled at the death god’s lips. Humans like this were quite entertaining to listen to, indeed. They were always moving, always needing to talk and talk and talk to others.

He sat in the corner, one knee up and one leg straight out, elbow resting on his knee. He’d touched the human with his notebook scrap only a little while ago, and was just waiting for the human to notice he was there. Up until now he’d been silent, but after hearing such words, he couldn’t help but cackle at the unusualness of it all.

And yet, it made sense. Some of it, anyway.

insaneartgirl:

Mainly… I was abruptly met by the sight of a tall, strange looking figure. I raised a curious brow and a smirk came to my pale lips “A shinigami heh….well isn’t this a surprise,” I say in a sly dark voice, my crimson hues running over the dark being. “And what is a shinigami doing roaming around the living world, as well as what seems to be stealing apples” I ask eating a lollipop which I took out my pocket. It wasn’t as good as jam….but it did the job till I could get some jam -especially after my kill just scarpering away like a scared puppy-

A knowing grin spread across his face, and his eyes brightened with amusement. “Well. Heheh, yes, a shinigami. You’ve probably heard about me from somewhere else, so I won’t ask where. But — heheh — chances are, whatever you’ve heard, it’s probably wrong. Humans come up with such silly fantasies.”

Now that he was caught, he supposed it wouldn’t matter if he ate an apple or not. He picked one up and bit into it hungrily, his tongue lapping up the dribble on the outside. “What’s wrong with stealing apples?” he asked innocently, cackling again.

xenial-x:

How was he supposed to react? Was he hallucinating? X had gotten plenty of sleep, he wasn’t overly stressed, and was fairly certain he didn’t have any serious mental problems.

“A.. shinigami?” Talking back to it. Talking back to some sort of monster. What exactly was a shinigami, anyway? “Well, Ryuk.. I suppose you could call me X, if you’re speaking to me.” He looked around again, his voice soft enough that nobody should think anything out of the ordinary. Of course, nobody would think anything of him anyway.

“Gami. That means, god, doesn’t it? I don’t know what it really means..” X was muttering, mostly to himself. He turned to look up at Ryuk, a small gleam in his eyes, though he was still terrified. “Are you a god?”

Ryuk tilted his head, peering down at the human with wide yellow eyes, fascinated yet slightly bored by the human. Bah. Quieter humans weren’t always the most entertaining, but maybe this one would prove interesting.

“X… heheh, sure.” He hadn’t met many people who went by one letter as a nickname — in Japan, anyway. Imagine if he himself went by “R” instead of “Ryuk”… nah. That was too strange.

He snickered at the human’s confusion of the Japanese language. “Well, that is what ‘shinigami’ means.” He traced the characters in the air. “‘Shin’ — death — ‘gami’ — god. ‘Shinigami.’ Death god.” He snickered again, mostly because the human was speaking so softly and looked oh so terrified. Fear was an amusing thing to watch. “What do you know about ‘em?”

ashesofcontempt:

His comments flew in one ear and out the other. She was really too used to hearing his excuses for acting like such an idiot.

“Shinigami do not need to eat,” she scoffed, as she had so many times before. “There is no need trying to waste time doing so.”

His noisy chewing was quite repulsive; had he never learned manners in all his time here in the human realm? She tried in vain to block it out, but to no avail. How could she concentrate on the beauty of the stars, when this hideous thing next to her was chomping away on some stupid human realm object, with not a shred of decency?

“Ryuk,” she snapped. “You’re being quite annoying.”

The dark god sat in thought, still looking up at the stars, but he wasn’t thinking of them in the least.

“Ya know, Rem,” he said in between mouthfuls of apple, “You’ve never eaten anything before, have you? Heh, ‘least I’ve never seen ya eat anything. Why don’t ya try an apple sometime, or something? Apples in the human world taste a hell of a lot better than they do back there, heh, that’s for sure.”

As he gulped down the last of his apple, he couldn’t help but snicker in triumph at having successfully annoyed Rem. Light had learned to block him out, but annoying Rem was still pretty amusing.

“What about this?” He stood up and, without hesitation, flipped over onto his hands, dangling his feet into the vast night sky below. “Wahoo! Is this annoying?” He couldn’t contain his snickers, it had been such a long time since he’d had this good of a laugh.

hells-finest-chocolate:

ryukisbored:

The shinigami shrugs. “Heh, well, since we got mouths, we can eat, but mostly it’s a waste of time. Apples, heheh, they’re definitely worth eating.”

He catches the piece of foreign food and holds it up with two fingers, looking at it from all angles. “Doesn’t look too tasty to me,” he growls. It’s hard, though maybe not as hard as apples. Still surveying it, he asks, “So you’re sayin’ ya eat this stuff all the time?”

The human crosses his arms, a grin plastered on his face, “Every damn day, the stuff’s the best thing in the world if you ask me.” Mello didn’t expect the shinigami to eat it anymore than he expected him to know who Kira was, let alone reveal it to him of all people. Too bad for him that he didn’t carry around apples instead of loads of chocolate.

“Huhh,” growled Ryuk. Keeping his eyes focused on the chunk in his hand, he tosses it into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue, and biting it in half. Though his sense of taste is nowhere as developed as that of a human’s, he can sense that there’s no juice in this one, and instantly his mouth feels dry. A “nrruhh” escapes his mouth as he forces the dry pieces out of his mouth and down his throat. An uncomfortable feeling, indeed.

“Guh — guhhh — guhhhow?” he splutters finally, his mouth still unused to the dry sensation. “It’s… dry! Apples are much better, if y’ask me.”

mellochocolat:

ryukisbored:

Unfortunately (for the human, at least), the shinigami had broken his attention at the words “Fritz Chocolate.” Brand names never really meant much to him — he could never tell the differences between them. The only important detail he could tell now, though, was that thiswasn’t an apple.

But eh. Maybe he’d try it anyway. After all, what else was there to do here?

“Don’t care much for Frisk or Fizz or whatever it’s called,” he growled, “but eh, sure, why not, I’ll have a bite. Doesn’t look too bad anyway.” With a mischievous grin, he reached a leathery hand to bite off a piece.

Mello assumed correctly the Shinigami did not care that he was about to consume an expensive and high quality chocolate. However, Mello wanted to get some form of information out of the Shinigami. Bribe him? No, it was all too obvious and simple to take that route.

“Enjoying it? I wouldn’t expect a Shinigami to develop an appetite of human food…Shidoh definitely went against that theory. Heh. So do you Ryuk.” he smiled. Mello took a whiskey bottle and pour some into a small cup before drinking it in a one-shot.

“Shidoh?” The death god’s hand stopped, the brown chunk nearly in his teeth. He lowered his hand slightly, the idea of another shinigami having been here capturing his interest. “So you do know of shinigami, eh, heheheh. And, I’m guessin’ he ate some of yer food too, heh?” added Ryuk, snickering. He wondered if Shidoh gave the human any sort of information that would destroy Kira - he wasn’t ready to see Kira go down, just yet.

He went back to surveying the chocolate up close; it didn’t seem as juicy as an apple would be. “Heh, shinigami don’t usually eat, that’s true. But sometimes we do, since there’s really nothing better to do.”

adalyndragonrider:

ryukisbored:

Strange. The creature could talk, or at least communicate in a way he could actually understand. What a fascinating world he’d stumbled into!

“Heh,” he chuckled. “You can call me Ryuk.” He looked left and right, once again trying to make sense of his surroundings. “Say, where exactly is this place I landed?”

“The Hadarac Desert.” Adalyn answered. “We were flying over when we spotted you. We thought you were a lone traveler. Obsidian and I didn’t want to leave anyone out here so we landed.” The Rider explained. Obsidian stayed quiet and continued watching Ryuk, his tail flicking back and forth behind him.

They’d spotted him. This human, Adalyn, and her… dragon. The feeling of confusion returned at those words, but the shinigami brushed that off by reminding himself that the rules of Death Note probably bent a little when it came to other magical worlds.

“Hadarac Desert? Never heard of it.” Another look left, another look right. “Is there anything uh, special, about this place?” He paused, and added hopefully, “Any apples? Preferably juicy ones, heheh.”

// Finished coding my new theme last night. I spent free time today looking into fanfics involving Ryuk in some way.

I found a couple of really good ones that make me rethink my character. I have no chance to see other Ryuks so that was a nice eye-opener.

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