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• I don't do fetish sorry.
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• I play canon character only in a double RP.
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• My main style of RP is the romance, if you do not like it then I would not be a Rp partner for you ... I can do severals type of Rp's: Romance/humor, Romance/horror, Romance/drame, etc...
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"Please don't think lowly of me," Juuzou said flatly as his lifeless eyes stared down at the ghoul's body which was now a limp mess on the alleyway floor. The white-haired boy lowered his quinque and stood up straight, looking at your injured form in front of him.
"You're okay," Juuzou asked fl
Wipe that smile off of your face, it's annoying. Don't smile when I do this.
I'm getting pissed off, and loosing my cool. A human isn't supposed to affect me like this. Your smiles isn't supposed to warm my heart. Your smiles isn't supposed to make me feel disgusted for doing this. Your smile isn't supposed to give me the feeling that I should cry.
Your voice, it echoes in my head, even if you're not speaking. I always hear it, and it pisses me off. You're only human! You're food, nothing more! Your voice is so beautiful, yet it annoys me to now end. Why? Because I love your voice, that's why.
How can such a petite human girl make a gourmet ghoul like me feel love? Not even Kaneki, the half-ghoul with the one of a kind sent, can make my heart beat so fast, so out of rhythm. It make me angry, it makes me go mad since I can't understand the situation.
How did it even start?
For a while now, 30 minutes, Tsukiyama has been chased down by investigators. Keeping his place on the roof's of buildings he could still see three investigators running after him and one patrol car following up right beside him. The investigators are able to see him as well.
An hour prior, the ghoul restaurant was raided and the investigators were able to pin point were the gourmet was exactly seated. They headed straight at him and were able to get a blow across his chest. Tsukiyama was able to escape the restaurant with only the wound.
'I can't take much more' he thinks as his legs start to shake from blood loss. The quinqe has left the wound large and unable to heal. Tsukiyama still tries to run. Up ahead there is an apartment building of 14 floors in his way. This would be hard since the buildings he been running upon were only one story. But easily he sees that there is
Shuu tore off another layer of bright wrapping paper, thi
Every time when I tried to remember my childhood the first thing that came to my mind was my father.
I had always been a father's child. It was not that I didn't like my mother, I just felt closer to him.
He had never failed to make me feel safe.
Every time when we went outside I would reach up to his hand and grab it tightly with my own tiny one.
His hands had been so big compared to mine and rougher too. I would never let go, I simply hadn't been able to bring myself to.
He would always pat and ruffle my hair before picking me up and shower my face with kisses, telling me how happy and proud he was to call himself the father of mine.
He had never failed to make me smile.
Father often had tended
At first you thought that the encounter wouldn't really matter but soon you would realise that it had been quite life changing.
Dragging steps drowned in the amount of people that walked either in or against your direction, the dull eyes were fixed on the ground as you buried your nose in the scarf was loosely wrapped around the neck.
Wasn't it supposed to get warmer in March?
Apparently not since you were freezing your arse off outside.
You would love to stuff your hands, that were stiff from the cold, into the pockets of your black coat but they were bus
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Tsukiyama has been speaking to your father for more or less than an hour. With each words they exchange he looked more and more irritable. You tried your best to listen in on the conversation. Your father seemed angry and was rather loud so you could make out what he asked Tsukiyama through the phone. With this you were able to know more about Tsukiyama. He was in college, literal, and apparently loaded as well. He told your father he didn't have a job and your father exploded. This was barely 5 minutes into the conversation and your father got really ballistic. This was when you started listening in on the conversation.
They were now coming to close with one another and your father was speaking softer than before. He seemed to calmed down. Tsukiyama always answered with confidence and joyously, to spite your father, but looking at him through the conversation he always looked angry when your fathe
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"Good morning, amour"
"Good morning" you grumble out. You don't leave your spot on the couch. It's has actually been a restful sleep and the couch was comfortable. You needed all the sleep you could get.
"Would you like some coffee, my human savior?"
"No Mr. Ghoul, I want to sleep." You grumble out a little bit louder.
"Whatever you say." The ghoul replies. You can softly hear the sound of sipping and your coffee brewer humming.
'Ghouls can drink coffee?' You though as you drifted back to sleep.
"No, as of the moment she is sleeping." The words are fanning in and out because of the drowsiness, but you heard it clearly.
"I'll be sure to get her ready then" the voice keeps talking. It sounds familiar. You wonder who the man was talking to. Picking yourself up on the couch, you look over the head rest to see a man with odd purple hair talking on your cellphone.
'Is that Mr. Ghoul?'
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You hear him calling for you but you don't want him to know you were awake. He's been calling you for 3 minutes straight. Was he nocturnal or some shit! You wanted to hurt him. You didn't even know if it was you he was calling. Who was fille? Some type of fish? You were sleeping fine, but he had to come in and confuse you with fancy words.
"..." He stopped calling. You let out a sigh.
"I heard that."
"Damnit!" you yell pulling yourself up. You glared daggers to him. He was smiling at you from the room door. He looked untrustworthy again with that smile.
"Puis-je dormir avec vous ?" (Can I lay with you?-French) He asks you. You don't understand what he said. Sitting up straighter, you place your hands in your lap.
"Puis-je dormir avec vous ?" He asks you again. He probably had no thought of telling you what he said.
Glancing at her watch as the moon shone against it, her mouth curled up slightly when she read 12:03 A.M. This allowed her at least 4 more hours until she had to be home before someone would notice her absence, and 4 hours was more than enough for her to walk through the city, to the park with the pretty river and pond.
[Name] enjoyed the pond that was in a small park tucked away in the corner of the city; it was surrounded with huge, leafy tr
"(Name) time for school~", Tsukiyama sang as he lifted the covers off a young girl. This young girl was (f/n) (l/n). Daughter of (m/n) (l/n) and Shuu Tsukiyama. The circumstance of why (name) was here and not with her mother was because (name)'s mother needed to go to France. She was going to be gone for 5 months. (Name) has to spend 5 months with her flamboyant father. Great.
"I don't wanna!" Shouted (name). She lifted herself up on her elbows and glared at the violet haired man. "I can miss school for 5 months! I don't care!" Tsukiyama shook his head in disagreement.
"School is important for you. It's 1st grade it can't be that bad. " he sighed.
"Shut it! You don't know me!" She stood on her bed and started jumping.
"*sigh* I guess I'll have to call your mother." Reaching into his pocket he grabbed his phone and dialed her number. Riiiing. Riiiing.
Her jumping halted. "You
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"ugh, it smells like pansies" you grumble out into the surface.
"Is that an insult?" you hear besides your ear.
In shock you jump out of the bed and crash onto the floor. You stay on the floor for a while, reviling in the unexpected pain you caused yourself. Slowly you bring yourself up. Sitting on the floor you stare up at Tsukiyama and he stares down at you from the bed. He's smiling but something about it is unnerving. Your'e about to say something but an abrupt series of knocks hits your door. Turning your gaze to the door of your room you slowly stand up on your feet. Just as you stood you heard another round of knocks. You speed over to answer the door.
Opening the door you are greeted with one of the investigators you met before. The younger one. Teryaki.
"Good morning, Takizawa" Easy mistake. He pulls an arm out for you. You shake it.
"good early morning,
Your boyfriend rambled on and on and on, blissfully unaware that you had drifted off into daydreams as he ranted about this so called 'Kaneki-kun'. Honestly, you didn't care about this person and you cared even less about how dolce his taste will be. Your temper had already flared as soon as he said "Ka-". Every single one of your conversations seemed to immediately turn to this subject: an apparently amazing smelling boy that Shuu seemed to spend more time slavering over than spending time with you, his boyfriend. Shuu never seemed to pay attention to you anymore, it was always Kaneki this and Kaneki that until you were sorely tempted to eat the boy and pretend to lament. It wasn't like you were jealous or anything, it was just...lonely. Shuu seldom visited your apartment and you missed coming home to find the flamboyant male with his arms outstretched, as he announced some random thing. As