Anonymous asked:
I hate that riko is hot lol why did you have to go and make him hot 😩
Okay but I literally said that while making it.
igsjeorigjseroigjesrg I’m sorry. T^T
bloodydamnit reblogged
My full response is under the cut due to mentions of abuse:
It took me a bit to figure out how to respond to the interview Kathy Ferdinand gave to Riko Moriyama this morning. Yes, it was full of inaccuracies and slander. But, if I’m truly honest with myself, the worst part of the interview were the things that were true. That I now feel like I’m being forced to acknowledge trauma that I’ve kept to myself and a couple of trusted individuals is both horrifying and infuriating.
But it is what it is.
Excerpt of Chapter 9 - BloodSport
He’d meant what he said. Andrew was going to burn Riko to the ground; worse. He was going to take everything from him - strip his world and turn it bare and lifeless. He was going to ruin it all; tear the Nest apart, brick by bloody brick and when Riko was left with nothing, no one; when all that remained was smoke and ashes; when Riko thought it was over, Andrew would prove him wrong.
It’s what they both deserved.
Andrew left. He turned his back. He hurt Neil and subjected him to horrors that Andrew knew all too well. While he was with his family, Neil was being ripped apart by hungry Ravens. Andrew didn’t think he could ever forgive himself or be worthy of forgiveness.
If there was a Hell, Andrew had his place. But, he’d be damned if he didn’t drag Riko down with him.
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Unadulterated rage. He felt it everywhere. His hands shook and the food in his stomach turned to lead - weighing heavy and black. He felt like he was rotting from the inside out.
His head ached from how hard he clenched his jaw and his neck strained with the effort to stop the scream he wanted so badly to let free.
Breakfast scraps scattered the table, styrofoam containers, and butter-stained plastic forks; little bits of egg swam in the leftover syrup and orange juice was left half full empty.
Neil sat next to him. He was real and warm, flesh and blood with the scars to prove it. All of his auburn hair sat atop his head in a mess of curls and Andrew had the urge to brush his fingers through, remind himself that he was capable of being soft and caring. But the strands would catch on the splits in his knuckles and the calluses on his fingers - would stick to the dried splash of sugared coffee and snag on bitten nails.
Andrew looked down at his hands and all he could see was the pain they’d caused - wrapped around a neck or a knife, curled to hit and leave marks; to clutch a steering wheel that was not his, and unstrap a belt from the wreckage.
To pull open a door once and never again.
MY BLOCK IS DISAPPEARING I THINK.
***this is completely unedited. woops. i just wanted to post something***
I thought I’d post a passage from chapter 9. why? i dont know :) but why the hell not? Big things are going to start happening and I am realllllyyyy fucking excited for the next few chapters! Catch up on BloodSport here!