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crepusculxm replied to your post:“I FORGOT ABOUT HAISE”
“I wish I could forget about you.”
“I have a fix to that” does as akira and throws the boy out a window. “See you next fall you asshat”
“Ruuude!” Well, there he goes.
“Do I fight off moon moon or Maris Stella? Tough choice...”
⌊ 美食家 ⌉
‘ You have three seconds to take that back. ‘
“But I do love you. I can’t take that back.” Cue the nervous laughter.
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‘ Run. ‘
“Moon moon, please. Remember I love you.”
“Ok, so I may need to somewhere to hide. Tsuki-Tsuki may want to kill me.”
Tokyo Ghoul Week √2 :: Day 07 ↳ Sloth - Desire to rest.
John Green/David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
Despair is a form of hope. It is an acknowledgment of the distance between ourselves and our appointed happiness. At certain times, it is reason enough to live.
Spots everyone as animals
“I wanna adopt them all! So cute! Tsukiyama!!”
Everyone is turning into animals and all I can think of for Haise is a half cat half lamb thing thanks to Kafka’s Halfbreed.
optional: include a category (roleplay, specific fandoms, food, idk whatever you want)
the “you tickled me but took it too far and i reflexively punched you and i am so sorry” AU
⌊ 美食家 ⌉
Neither Haise nor Ken. Something In the middle. It was an ironic mirror of who he used to be, a half ghoul. Belonging to neither humans nor ghouls. It took her a moment to organize her thoughts. She didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. He needed her.
{ My dear Kaneki, My dear Sasaki, what happened? }
‘ Come inside, I need to tend to your wounds. ‘ It would not have lasted that long. They both knew it. Stability was something they both were unfamiliar with. A constant pace, something she wasn’t familiar with. It seemed that she either took her time, she took too long to fall in love with Ken. Too little time to fall in love with Haise.
A hand reached for his. ‘ You’re hurt. ‘ Those were the last word that muttered before silence fell.
He stepped up. No, he limped up to Shuu and placed his head against her chest, letting his upper body rest against the other. Blood everywhere. He didn’t know if it was his or his opponents. He barely even registered that he was in pain. It just had numbed and the world around him had dulled. His whole existence felt off as if he was standing outside of the universe and looking in. Asking himself... Who am I?
And as if he had come to a wall, unsure of that answer himself, he spoke it quietly, asking Shuu for an answer. “Who am I?”
Was he Haise? Was that who he was supposed to be? The ghoul investigator or was that really a mask that he put on to hide the pain he was suffering.
The walls of his mental stability were crumbling and though his life wasn’t in any immediate danger anymore, his body acted as if it was. And it was just that much harder to pull himself out.
Despair is a form of hope. It is an acknowledgment of the distance between ourselves and our appointed happiness. At certain times, it is reason enough to live.
⌊ 美食家 ⌉
‘ You called the chicken Jeffrey, I’m keeping Mittens.’
“Jeffery is a proper name. But Buttons, Polkadot, Claude, and Mademoiselle Fru Fru? Can we at least stick with one word?”
