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@aoichusu-blog
I’ve pretty much completed moving over to the new blog so I won’t be active on this one anymore. I’ll check it for the next few days for any possible messages but that’s it.
If you need me or want my new blog it’s best to message me on my multi-muse or personal. Thank you.
aoichusu)
I haven’t been really active here for awhile, for anyone that rps with me I am sorry for that. I am not not pointing fingers or going to rant, I just need to get this off my back.
For awhile now I’ve felt like I do not belong when on here. I feel like there is a hurdle to be in the tg rp community that I can not jump. Even attempting a canon character the obstacle was too big. Months have gone by and it’s to the point that the obstacle is no longer just a small hurdle but a massive wall to me.
I am still very much invested into Tokyo Ghoul and Souta, I don’t think that will ever change. With the two I have grown a lot and met some amazing people and built just as amazing relationships. This will not change, my feelings now do not change my feelings of back when I first started this blog.
With that being said I am slowly going to be moving things to another blog and start fresh. Every interaction and relationship he has had will not be erased, it will continue on with him in the new blog. As for my active threads right now I am happy to continue them over there as well if the other mun wants. I am also happy to give people the link to the new account (though it’s bare right now, I’m still moving things over and setting the theme up.) but only through im or non-anon asks. I am not doing that to hide or isolate people but to make this easier on me in the long run.
Please take care and thank you to those who have roleplayed with me, talked with me, or has silently supported in any way.
Thank you ^^
I haven’t been really active here for awhile, for anyone that rps with me I am sorry for that. I am not not pointing fingers or going to rant, I just need to get this off my back.
For awhile now I’ve felt like I do not belong when on here. I feel like there is a hurdle to be in the tg rp community that I can not jump. Even attempting a canon character the obstacle was too big. Months have gone by and it’s to the point that the obstacle is no longer just a small hurdle but a massive wall to me.
I am still very much invested into Tokyo Ghoul and Souta, I don’t think that will ever change. With the two I have grown a lot and met some amazing people and built just as amazing relationships. This will not change, my feelings now do not change my feelings of back when I first started this blog.
With that being said I am slowly going to be moving things to another blog and start fresh. Every interaction and relationship he has had will not be erased, it will continue on with him in the new blog. As for my active threads right now I am happy to continue them over there as well if the other mun wants. I am also happy to give people the link to the new account (though it’s bare right now, I’m still moving things over and setting the theme up.) but only through im or non-anon asks. I am not doing that to hide or isolate people but to make this easier on me in the long run.
Please take care and thank you to those who have roleplayed with me, talked with me, or has silently supported in any way.
Thank you ^^
I haven’t been really active here for awhile, for anyone that rps with me I am sorry for that. I am not not pointing fingers or going to rant, I just need to get this off my back.
For awhile now I’ve felt like I do not belong when on here. I feel like there is a hurdle to be in the tg rp community that I can not jump. Even attempting a canon character the obstacle was too big. Months have gone by and it’s to the point that the obstacle is no longer just a small hurdle but a massive wall to me.
I am still very much invested into Tokyo Ghoul and Souta, I don’t think that will ever change. With the two I have grown a lot and met some amazing people and built just as amazing relationships. This will not change, my feelings now do not change my feelings of back when I first started this blog.
With that being said I am slowly going to be moving things to another blog and start fresh. Every interaction and relationship he has had will not be erased, it will continue on with him in the new blog. As for my active threads right now I am happy to continue them over there as well if the other mun wants. I am also happy to give people the link to the new account (though it’s bare right now, I’m still moving things over and setting the theme up.) but only through im or non-anon asks. I am not doing that to hide or isolate people but to make this easier on me in the long run.
Please take care and thank you to those who have roleplayed with me, talked with me, or has silently supported in any way.
Thank you ^^
(askharukakujo)
“I’m glad.” A faint smile crossed his features upon hearing that the other was happy. Saying his name, touching him, speaking to him; all of those things were making him happy. It was strange. Such simple actions that most considered normal and wouldn’t even think about twice seemed to mean the world to Souta. How long had it been since he received kindness?
He wasn’t worried about the dangers of their close proximity, of allowing the opportunity for the teen to bite him. The thought never crossed his mind, and before it could a hand shot up to grab his wrist. He blinked at the touch, his head tipping to the side slightly when hearing the warning. Dirty? Strangely enough, the comment amused him and a light giggle bubbled up. He gave a shake of his head and watched him with delicate eyes. He offered a small, warm smile. “It does not matter to me. I do not mind dirtying myself if I can touch you.”
His smile turned into a more melancholy one as the older male continued. Just as he thought, it had been too long since Souta received any amount of compassion. To forget what it felt like… that was a feeling he could actually relate to, as sad as it was. Perhaps not in the same circumstances as the ghoul’s, but kindness and love were somewhat foreign to him. Maybe that was something they had in common.
“Thank you.” He said softly, his gaze lowered. He wasn’t sure what else to respond with to being called kind, but he appreciated it. He couldn’t recall the last time that anyone had said that to him. It was a pleasant feeling to hear the words. However, any happiness he felt was squashed at the new information. His eyes widened faintly as he looked back at the teen. Only two more shows? That was all?
“Oh… I see.” He couldn’t hide the sadness lacing his tone, his gaze slowly lowering again. A part of him wondered why he was feeling so upset over this person that he hadn’t even known for a day. But, he did. The idea of having so little time left to speak to him, to get to know him, and then never see him again made an unfamiliar feeling of sadness settle over him. “I… I wish that you could stay.” He heard himself say, the thought slipping past his tongue.
“You are a strange one..” It was hard to believe that someone didn’t mind getting dirty, just for the sake of touching him. Nobody wanted to touch him even after being bathed and groomed for a show. At least not like this. Whatever physical contact he received was either hesitant or rough. This was on a new level; gentle, warm, genuine. What a shame it has to end.
“There’s n-not much for me outside this circus.” Death one of the few things out there. Souta’s situation was far from pleasant but it at least gave him some form of protection. He’d rather go a round with the circus crew than fight off CCG. “I’ll either die from the hands of a human or another of my kind. Hiding would be my life, and s-sslip ups happen..that’s what got me here.”
“S-staying..that would be nice.” He didn’t even know the name of the area, rarely did he ever. But for once the ghoul was finding himself wanting to know. Not just about the town, but about the boy in front of him. If he could stay then maybe both of them could be relieved of their loneliness, even if just a little. No, he couldn’t think like that. It would only lead to hope and that was something easily crushed.
“I-it’s impossible though. I’ll serve as entertainment until my la-last breath. But tonight I think I m-might try to enjoy it, I’ve never performed in front of someone I know.” He wanted to show-off in front of his new friend, to show what he could do outside the cage.
Day 4/365
I See Fire - Ed Sheeran:
Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees And I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze And I hope that you’ll remember me
spell out your url in song titles then tag 10 people! DO NOT REBLOG, or do, it doesn’t matter to me!
tagged by: @askharukakujo , thank you for tagging me ^^!
tagging:
A - Alone Together _ Fall Out Boy
O - On my Own _ The Used
I - Introduced Species _ Hands like Houses
C - Could Tell a Love _ Blessthefall
H - Hysteria _ Nano
U - Until the Day I Die _ Story of the Year
S - Strange _ Tokio Hotel
U - Understanding What We’ve Grown to Be _ We Came As Roman
i felt you not by fingertips or even against my lips. i felt you in my breath and in my bones. And how you turned my skin from a body to a home. i found you not by compass and not by map. i found you from the light that made it through the cracks.
Grace, Dominic Matthew Jackson (via dominicmatthewjackson)
miranz-mccormick:
If Haise would be like Saiko (´ ー ｀)
(I'M SORRY <3) Folding laundry was so simple, but he found himself struggling. Worry weighed on his mind, wondering if Souta would come back. He always did, aside from a few injuries sometimes, but he was still concerned. He sighed softly as he laid down on the sofa. The red hoodie in his hands was pulled close to his chest and he gently pressed his face into it. It smelled like Souta. It made him feel safe. He didn't intend to drift off, but the warmth and smell of the coat were too comforting.
(NEVER BE SORRY <3)
What a relief it was to be home. The night hadn’t held anything extreme, it had actually been a fairly easy one. There was still the usual exhaustion that came with hunting and feeding for the teen. Despite that he felt refreshed on some level, hunger pains no longer gnawing at him.
With the door locked behind him Souta goes through his usual routine, a hot shower to rinse any evidence of his activities away. It was a short one, the ghoul knowing he had already spent too much time away from his guest. Drying off and getting dressed were done just as fast, hair still lightly dripping when he left the bathroom.
Noticing a light still on in the living room Souta enters to find a endearing sight. Haruka asleep and clutching a bundle of red. Squatting down for a closer look Souta realizes it’s not just any red fabric but his own hoodie. Old and worn out yet Haruka held it like something treasured. It made him smile (and wish he had a camera nearby), forgetting all about the crimes he had committed earlier that night.
“I have a feeling you missed me~” Playfully he pinches one of the boy’s cheeks, hoping to wake him up. “R-ready for bed?” Not waiting for a answer Souta pulls Haruka into his arms and stands straight. What little laundry was left he would do in the morning. He didn’t want to waste any more time that night away from the other.
Settling into his bed Souta scoots closer to wrap his arms around Haruka, kissing his forehead affectionately. “I’m s-so happy to be home..a-and to know you approve of my clothing~”
xinorinrin)
最近のネットスラング
”I could enjoy a fabulous live-in lover lifestyle with Hiro. That sounds good!”
(askharukakujo)
His breath was still coming out shakily and he panted lightly against the hand on his cheek. It felt so warm compared to his chilled skin. Every part of Souta felt so warm while every part of him felt so cold. He wanted to take his warmth, to soak in it until all of their troubles were forgotten. Just once, he wanted to be ignorant. He wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong, that he hadn’t just done something so utterly repulsive.
It only took hearing the word ‘hug’ for him to enter them into an embrace. He moved forward on the other’s lap and his arms wound around the teen’s neck, his fingers curling into his shirt. A small sigh shuddered out of him that was followed by a whimper as he held on tightly. ‘Don’t think about it.’ Don’t think, don’t think. He didn’t have to think about it. Don’t think. His cheek brushed against Souta’s as he urged for the older male to hold onto him and return the hug.
“B-Better? Ah… Mm. Y-Yes, I…” He couldn’t stop the tremble in his voice and he had difficulty finding his words. The shock and horror of the previous situation was still washing over him in waves. He wriggled in the other’s lap as he shifted and pulled him closer, trying to deepen the embrace even more. He felt like they couldn’t be close enough. He wanted to be closer and closer, to be so close that it almost hurt. He needed every single bit of comfort that Souta could provide.
“I’m so selfish.” He whispered, tears burning at the edges of his eyes. “I-I hurt you so much. How could I do that to you? I’m disgusting. H-How… How can you think that I’m beautiful when I… I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, p-please forgive me. Please.”
Souta kept silent as he held Haruka in his arms. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say yet. This was foreign territory for both of them, to rush and say the wrong thing could end up making everything worse. Souta just wanted to focus on their embrace, even if only for a moment.
The corners of his lips tug down slightly at hearing the pleading apology. In the teens mind Haruka had nothing to apologize for, he had done no wrong. He was the victim, suffering then and continuing to suffer now. It wasn’t fair, Souta knew he would be thinking that over and over again the rest of his life.
“N-no, you didn’t hurt me..You’re not di-disgusting either. You’re surviving.” The only way he could now. And if he could make it just a fraction easier with some blood Souta was content in providing some. He let his uninjured hand stroke through the other’s hair to soothe.
“Just b-because your body has changed doesn’t mean my feelings have. No matter how I look at it you are still the same smart, kind Haruka I have known f-from the start.” Nothing was going to change his feelings toward the young graduate. To lose those feelings would be to lose life itself, too deeply rooted within Souta to ever be plucked away.
“S-so your body isn’t human, that’s okay. You are still human on the inside... You are s-sstill Haruka, that’s what counts.”
(s-rated-nxtcracker)
“And you don’t want them to touch him, ne? That’s being possessive, it’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she counters to his argument, not sure why he is still trying to prove her wrong. In the end she knew that she was in the right about this and really he should just accept it. He was possessive and it was a cute quality. Clearly his boyfriend didn’t care so she didn’t see a problem with it.
“So you’re telling me that you don’t ever think cruel thoughts?” She asked him, leaning a bit closer to him, looming, her aura as dark as ever. “Everyone has those thoughts. No one is ever really, truly good or evil. Even the holiest of nuns can wish for something bad to happen to someone or silently curse someone’s behavior, wishing ill upon them. It’s natural. Cruelty is natural,” she added after a moment with a nod of her head. They were all savage creatures, the humans with their schooling mentality, swarming around one another, eating everything off of the land before moving on. And the ghouls, the hunters, weeding them out and keeping the world together. They all were cruel.
“Why can’t they be real? There are superheroes that don’t necessarily have to fly. They’re just extraordinary in something,” she said with a small roll of her shoulders as she backed away, standing up straight once again. There were archers and spies, karate masters and so on and so forth. Not all of them were superhuman or alien. There was no reason he couldn’t be something more than what he was, and she was all too willing to support him until he flew a little too close to the sun where she would be there to carry him and the deposited puddles of wax.
“It’s not?” That challenged everything he was ever taught about being possessive. As a child he never had to share his things, Mai being the only person he interacted with, but she still taught him it was better to share and be open-minded. Not sharing was bad, so being possessive had to be bad too, right?
“I-I didn’t say that..” He looked down and away, tugging at a sleeve. Her gaze made it feel as if he had though. It made him feel small and guilt-ridden, as if he was confessing some horrible sin. “I’ve done things that aren’t good, it c-can’t be helped with how I live..And I’ll admit I think b-bad stuff sometimes but I try not to act on them. As long as I-I just keep them inside it’s okay...”
“I guess that is true..Batman never had s-superpowers.” Perhaps not what the female ghoul meant but Souta felt he understood. Superheroes saved people, what’s to say a average human couldn’t? Or an average ghoul, just because they fed on humans didn’t mean they couldn’t help in some way.
“S-so I should just keep as many people as I can safe, n-not just Haruka.” Of course Haruka came first, but that didn’t need to be said. “It would be li-llike making up for the people I kill. I-I think I get it now!”
