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what the fuck is intimacy? how does that work? letting…. people be close to you? what the fuck is int
@v-esrever gave a heart
a persistent fear of ghosts haunting him since childhood created a defensive STUBBORN disbelief of ANYTHING paranormal. yet when his eyes first laid upon the young man, he swore he had witnessed his own DOPPELGANGER. fashion no fashionable man would ever DARE to wear, lavender locks combed carefully into place, and a BOLD personality that shone through every motion the man made. . . amazing how an OBSESSION could form so quickly from similarities alone. eyes trail after the young man in a feverish attempt to soak in every minute detail, the ghoul himself abandoning his shopping to catch the attention of his newest interest.
‘ i must say. . . your sense of style is fantastic! ‘
@cilesovon gave a heart
‘ where is the appeal in living out your life among COMMONERS? you have the choice - dare i say, the RIGHT - to surround yourself with finer specimens and yet you’d rather walk among those that should bow before your feet. ‘ it was PERPLEXING. while some twisted form of ROYALTY within the ghoul community, he would jump at the choice to not live amidst his prey and whittle down his worth to that of an ORDINARY citizen.
small starter call, anybody?
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For @diamondhortensia
I HOPE THESE SCENES ARE CLEAR!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! I hope it’s ok it’s rough like this too aaaaaa ;;
Omg ahaha you made her so cute!! I love the little details you’ve added to this too, like her phone cover and the little bow in her hair ;-; Thank you so much!! You’re such a good artist!
x We are the FORSAKEN. We will slaughter anyone who stands in OUR way.
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DIAMONDHORTENSIA:
@gourmetgoule
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—Maiko adjusts her pillows for the umpteenth time, walking back and making sure everything is just right in regards to her living room. There are bowls of fingers and eyes situated on her coffee table, and she leans forward, pulling at her plush grey throw, that’s carelessly thrown across her sofa. It’s not often she has friends over, and it will be the first time Tsukiyama has seen her apartment.
While Maiko is not usually one to care about the impressions of others, she can’t help but feel nervous about him seeing her home. He’s often impeccably dressed and Maiko cannot help but feel slightly intimidated by the process. Glancing at her phone, she sighs, using her phone’s camera to check her appearance. She looks perfectly casual in a pair of sweatpants and one of Uta’s “missing” sweaters and she beams when she hears her doorbell ring.
She rushes to the door, nearly tripping in her excitement and opens the door, beaming. ❝Tsukiyama-san, hi! Come inside!❞
nervous.
fingers trembling to smooth silken locks that seemed to REFUSE the idea of sitting properly, a RAPID heartbeat whose force threatened to break its own cage, and the strong belief that perhaps TURNING BACK would aid in regaining control —– it was all because he was NERVOUS.
but such ANXIETIES had no foundation; a small get-together of friends was NOTHING in comparison to his wide range of... ‘ accomplishments ‘. yet such consoling thoughts were made in vain as each step drew the ghoul nearer and nearer to his destination, the one-sided quarrel growing harder and harder to ignore. to care so DEEPLY for another’s opinion was too foreign a concept that the solution lay too far out of his reach.
DING - DONG.
no going back now. fingers ( please stop shaking ) preoccupy themselves by toying with the bottom of the gourmet’s sweater-vest ( far too POSH for such a personal engagement ), willing his RAMPANT HEARTBEAT to grow STILL as the door opened.
‘ bonjour, princesse ! ‘ such a steady tone BETRAYS underlying emotions. ‘ how are you ? ready for tonight ? ‘