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don't cry by XXX線形蟲 Permission to repost given by artist.

a haiku a day (118/365)

                  A sincere grin appeared on her               face with a gentle tilt of the head.                                       “No need to thank me. I have more                                                                          than enough to share.”

◤†◢  `how nice of you, my lady.` but the            rumors he's heard about the binge            eater made him curious. `you share            without asking anything in return?`

  "You’re welcome…" He muttered, kneeling over the rest of the human body that lay between them. Satoki hadn’t planned on sharing the feast but at the same time he knew what it was like to starve…he had felt sorry for the fellow Ghoul. Yet the darker side of Satoki couldn’t help but think that he only fed the Ghoul so the chase would be more fun…

◤†◢ sometimes, playing innocent gained him a lot          of good things. information, resources and now          meals. the mask maker sits up from the ground,          dusting off his knees as he eyes the blond man          before him. `sharing a meal with a stranger          sure is very nice of you. how could i repay          you?` like a hungry beast, he licked his lips.          young meat was before him.

  "Mine too…..how tha hell am I sapposed ta be translatin’, when they keep hittin’ tha side o’ tha damn shop wi’ their ball? I’s like, those teens don’ give no damn!"

◤♧◢ `they're teens. they don't listen to anyone.`           getting up from his seat, the ghoul makes his           way towards the window. hues turn crimson&onyx           ( of course careful to not be seen by the female ),           staring at the teen ghouls outside the shop. the           sounds stopped, and with a satisfied smile, colour           of grey returned to his eyes.           they don't listen to anyone but to the peacemaker. 

Monsieur de Grancourt 120 Days of Sodom (via masochisticsadist)

Hey there guys! I can’t believe you have actually all pushed me into having 150 followers. I am amazed, I haven’t been in this fandom for very long but you have all been lovely and welcoming and really made me feel a part of something. Well enough of me rambling I suppose its time for me to list some names of fabulous people I love.

The dear;

The people who put up with my bullshit all the time and have been downright awesome.

The fond;

people I have spoken with, rp’d with etc.

Acknowledgements; 

All those lovely people I love seeing on my dash.

Boris Bidjan Saberi leather backpack with pockets

  There was this hard intake when it came to trying to figure out what Uta thought almost always. He wanted to know  exactly what it was like to be the artist that had created so ,many masks, so many things that he could never really do no matter how hard he tried. Looking up toward the other ghoul, he’d heavily blink and shuffled his feet toward the par tilcualr direction the other had mentioned and wanted. Soon enough, he took a seat at the stool with little to no hesitation, seeing as he wanted to help the other as much as he could. Though they tend to not speak often, when they do he felt a l ittle better about most things.

◤♧◢ `oh?` a tilt of head is given as he stares at the taller           of them for a few seconds, then turning around to           grab a pen and a new notebook and placing them           on an empty stool in front of renji. a measurement           tape is taken from outside his pocket as the ghoul           leans in to measure the other's forehead. `aren't           you hungry, though?` the tape is moved to the           male's cheekbones, then the notebook is grabbed,           noting down the height and width. `is this one of           your tests, ren-kun? you're so harsh, ah.` the           mask maker could see the difference between the           measurements the took years ago and the new           ones. but when he reached the jawline, hues blinked           a few times as he stared at the male.

  "Ah— found my game."

{/Excuse her, Uta. Nicole had been looking forward to playing her new game all day. And now she’s going to casually pick the bad guy to play as because he’s funny as shit. Still, while playing her game, Uta had 70 percent of her attention. Only 30 was needed to not die.}

"Yer absolutely righ’. An’ i’s those who i’ doesn’ impac’ direc’ly who don’ learn. My thin’ is….if everyone trea’ed each other tha way they wanna be treated, i’ would be so much better. Ya know? I don’ wanna go ou’ ta war, ‘er have one waged agains’ me. So I ain’ gonna do i’ ta others."

◤♧◢ head tilts to the side as hues of grey stare          at the device in the female's hands. game?          he doubted she'd be able to focus on both          him and the game. however, nicole had          one thousand percent of his attention. `it'd          be nice if everything would be pink. but          some people would stop having fun since          they'd rather things to be red.`

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          the raven shakes his head at the tattooed              ghoul, not really caring the slightest about the              ’wine' nor the mess that Uta had made of it.

                       ” it’s fine. don’t trouble yourself. “

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          “ don’t think that is going to stop       me from getting you to clean up your accident. “