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Just an anon who wants to write fluff shit/ An Arab

[pervy-anon98]

What do you by an arab in your title ?

Im arabic :)

[azyla-k-deactivated20210703]

May 20th

Should I write a small little fic about Touken to celebrate Chapter 125’s one year anniversary…?

[pervy-anon98]

Yes please

[azyla-k-deactivated20210703]

Order up fam

[pervy-anon98]

Just to let you know, im hiding but im still cheering on you, got that notification set on you so dont give up little girl

[azyla-k-deactivated20210703]

May 20th

Should I write a small little fic about Touken to celebrate Chapter 125’s one year anniversary…?

[pervy-anon98]

Yes please

[sekingan]

For those of you, who can’t/won’t be able to watch the first episode of Tokyo Ghoul :re because of region limitations or licensing problems.

please try watching the first episode of Tokyo Ghoul :re without subtitles live on Tokyo MX1 here!

It will start in 35 minutes (23:00JST)

[sniper-at-the-gates-of-heaven]

ghouls are originally from arabic folklore (ghul) they’re known to eat the flesh of corpses and sometimes are said to suck blood from the living as well. a horrible story comes to us from 15th-century baghdad where a merchant was trying to get his son hassan to marry a rich woman but instead he fell in love with another girl. the father had to allow the marriage cause what can you do but on their wedding night hassan noticed something strange when his bride thought he was asleep she snuck out of the room and stayed out for hours. hassan decided to secretly follow her the next night so he pretended to be asleep and then followed her to a cemetery where she entered a grave. what he saw inside was horrible she and a bunch of ghouls feasting on old corpses and come to think of it this was the first time he’d ever seen her eat as at home she refused dinner saying she was on a diet. the next night at dinner he pushed her to eat and when she refused he yelled yeah cause you’re keeping your appetite for the corpses and the ghouls! she attacked him going for the throat and attempting to suck his blood when she succeeded in opening a vein with her nails but he killed her and she was buried the following day but that wasn’t the last of her as 3 days later she appeared at midnight again trying to slash at his throat and suck his blood. he fought her off and the next day they went to her tomb collected her body burned it and tossed the ashes into the tigris and that was the last they heard of her.

[xkanekitoukax]

What about kaneki tho? How is he gonna react?

How does he react to Touka dying? Well, had it been due to an illness that Touka died from, I did a hc for that here. It kind of hinted to how he was dealing with her “dying”…but as for what happens afterwards:

Kaneki notices that, as he’s finishing his story, Touka is awfully quiet. Too quiet. She’s too still. And she’s not…warm. He whispers out her name and gets no answer. He calls out to her again and gets no answer. He starts to panic and turns her around to face her. She looks like she’s sleeping, she looks peaceful…she’s gone. 

Kaneki can feel her gone, but it doesn’t stop him from trying to wake her up with kisses over her face and lips. He keeps whispering her name: “Touka…Touka…Touka please wake up…please…please come back to me…” and he’s a wreck. There’s tears streaming down his face and onto Touka’s lifeless body.

When it hits him that she’s never waking up, he loses it. He screams in complete agony. His screams are so loud, so powerful it literally rattles the walls and floor beneath him. His heart is completely shattered.

Kaneki clutches Touka to him, not wanting to let her go…wanting to join her. He wants to be with her. Even in the afterlife. Because he’s nothing without her.

He shuts his eyes tightly and begs for death to take him right there. But it’s not that easy. “You still have something to live for.” He can hear Touka’s voice. Kaneki’s eyes immediately open to see if Touka has come back, but she remains lifeless in his arms. He shuts his eyes again, hoping to hear her again. But nothing.

“What else is there?” He asks, still broken and praying for death. He suddenly hears small cries. They are cries he can’t ignore. His instincts hit him. It’s his son. His baby boy is crying…

But he can’t do anything but hold onto his dead wife. Pleading for her to return because he cannot do this alone. 

No one handles Touka’s death well. Everyone mourns in their own way, some in anger, some in sadness, and then there was Kaneki, who had more or less become a walking zombie. He wasn’t eating, he wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t even speaking to anyone. He had completely shut down, only going through the motions.

Since losing Touka, Kaneki hadn’t seen his son. Their son was left in the care of everyone else around him. Even with Ayato trying to knock some sense into Kaneki, it fails. Kaneki is lost. He had slipped into an abyss inside his mind. 

That is until one day Kaneki’s phone chimes. It’s a message from some unknown number, but it’s a video. Kaneki taps to see it and it’s Touka. The video is of Touka sometime after learning of her illness and the futile effort to find a cure. 

But she’s happy. She’s happy, smiling, and full of life. There’s a glow to her that just instantly sends a warmth over Kaneki. All he can do is sit there, completely in shock over what he’s seeing.

Touka lets Kaneki know that she stole his phone, and warns him that she will keep stealing his phone to leave messages for him to find. She tells him she hopes the messages, the videos will help him cope with her being gone. But most of all the videos are to remind him that she might be gone, but she is still with him. “You might not be able to see me, you might not be able to hold me, but you can feel me, right?” She points to her heart. “Right here. Because that’s where I felt you whenever you were gone and that’s where I’ll be when I’m gone.” She tell him with tears building up in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. She’s strong, for him. “And you know where else I’ll be? In that little rascal in the other room that we brought into this world. I’m in him, you’re in him. He’s the best of both of us. Please, be there for him. Please, don’t let yourself forget why you’re here. You have something to live for. You have to live. I love you, Ken Kaneki. I always will.” 

And the video stops, pausing at the moment when Touka is giving her the smile she always gave Kaneki and only him. Kaneki lets his fingers run over the screen. 

Kaneki can feel himself coming back, but only slightly. “You still have something to live for.” continues to repeat in his head. He doesn’t know how he does it, but he manages to leave Touka and finds himself in his son’s room. He looks down at his son and can only see Touka in him, even if she had told him their son looked exactly like him. 

Kaneki picks him up and rocks him. He takes in his son’s scent and it somehow soothes him in the mist of this tragedy. Kaneki can smell Touka on their son and that’s when he knows she’s still with him. Through their son. He is the reminder of why they fought so hard to have him, why it was so important to make sure he was brought into this world. Hope.

Kaneki cries softly, holding onto his son who looks up at him with bright violet eyes, as if seeing his father’s face and feeling his warmth was all he needed. Kaneki realizes in that moment he cannot let his son down. He will not let him down. “Because he’s the best of both of us.”

FUFUFUFUFU!! NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS, BUT OH WELL. I SUFFER, Y’ALL SUFFER WITH ME.

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax why u do this? You are washing my brain. STAP STAAAAPPP

[xkanekitoukax]

Me: I really need to write more Loved and Remain Nameless…

Brain: Nah, we’re going to continue Hunger, Erased stuff, and write other things that shouldn’t be written.

Me: But…

Brain: 

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax actually…… whats that WINGS fic thats in your Masterlist ?? 🤔

[xkanekitoukax]

@pervy-anon98 A fic centered around Touka out and about with her son, Kai and daughter, Miyu and then trouble comes along, threatening them. Touka gets all mama bear, but suffers a blow she didn’t see coming and that’s when Kai’s “wings” emerge for the first time…little Kai trying to protect his mother and sister…

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax *puppy eyes* can you leave everything and start this? 🙏🏻🙏🏻 Only if you are free! Remember not to pressure yourself!!

[xkanekitoukax]

@pervy-anon98 Trust me, I want to get to this asap, but it’s 3rd on my list of priorities. I hope to get to it really soon. A good chunk of it is written, but there’s a lot more to add, especially when Kaneki shows up…

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax *sigh* at least dont work yourself up! Health is important as well!

[xkanekitoukax]

Me: I really need to write more Loved and Remain Nameless…

Brain: Nah, we’re going to continue Hunger, Erased stuff, and write other things that shouldn’t be written.

Me: But…

Brain: 

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax actually…… whats that WINGS fic thats in your Masterlist ?? 🤔

[xkanekitoukax]

@pervy-anon98 A fic centered around Touka out and about with her son, Kai and daughter, Miyu and then trouble comes along, threatening them. Touka gets all mama bear, but suffers a blow she didn’t see coming and that’s when Kai’s “wings” emerge for the first time…little Kai trying to protect his mother and sister…

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax *puppy eyes* can you leave everything and start this? 🙏🏻🙏🏻 Only if you are free! Remember not to pressure yourself!!

[xkanekitoukax]

Me: I really need to write more Loved and Remain Nameless…

Brain: Nah, we’re going to continue Hunger, Erased stuff, and write other things that shouldn’t be written.

Me: But…

Brain: 

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax actually...... whats that WINGS fic thats in your Masterlist ?? 🤔

[hashthebrownestclown-deactivate]

Here are some headcanons for Kaneki as a writer after the events of :re. I’m dedicating these to the sweetest meanie, @harleyquilt . Hope these can cheer you up! 

After the events that ensued, Ken decided that he needed to back off from the leadership position and to exert his energies elsewhere.  He always had a passion for literature and wanted to write something on his own to contribute to the arts in some way, so he decided to give it a shot.

The first thing he learned was that writing was not as easy as it looked. All his ideas and concepts could never seem to materialize on paper; all those elaborate character arcs, beautiful vistas, ideas of out-of-this-world scenarios, they would all leave him the moment he actually tried to type them out.  

The first few weeks were inhumanely demoralizing. Every time he’d sit to write at his newly purchased writing desk, he’d spend most of his time staring at the screen of his laptop and surfing through the internet. Touka, noticing his discouragement, began sitting with, and talking to him. It felt like this passionate hobby was doing him more harm than good, as he would sit typing for hours, only to delete everything he had worked on, deeming it terrible.

One day, Touka got on his laptop and sent some of his work to Hinami, telling her that it’s from a book she’d been reading and all Hinami could say was how fantastic it was and how she wanted the title. When she showed Ken the messages, he couldn’t believe it! The anger and sadness he felt about Touka sharing his work dissipated the moment he saw the overwhelmingly positive feedback from someone whose literary judgement he trusted.

He asked her to start sending more of his work to Hinami without giving her an author name and asked if she’d like to read it herself. Touka, utterly delighted at the prospect, agreed as Ken took a seat and began to write again.

As Ken began writing his story, he had an inescapable feeling that it seemed a little too familiar. In an endeavour to find out why he re-read his favourite books but he still couldn’t place why the people and events in his narratives seemed so familiar. That was, until one day, Touka found some of his writing and went through it, only to be surprised by the chance encounter between a detective and a beautiful waitress at a local restaurant.

It felt as though -spare some ‘large’ details- this was the moment Haise had walked through the doors of :re to see her. Their ‘first’, unforgettable meeting. Touka, blushing and perplexed, read through Ken going into laborious detail about how mesmerizing the waitress was, how enchanted the protagonist was with her, how he couldn’t help but stare at her. He talked about the feeling of nostalgia that washed over him as he ordered a meal and the hint of longing in his tone as he asked for her name, an inescapable feeling that this was home.

When Touka talked to him about it, everything fell into place and Ken felt shattered. It felt horrid that he was so entranced in writing, he didn’t even realise he was writing about himself. How crude and self-aggrandizing.

Touka comforted him by saying that his story was worth telling and if anything, his work could help him work through the trauma he had encountered, using a medium in which he felt comfortable expressing himself. It always concerned Touka how, even after their marriage and how close they had gotten, Ken kept a lot to himself. But she saw an opportunity in this for to help himself.

Ken began writing more and leaving his laptop ‘accidentally’ open for Touka to find. It felt strange, each was aware of the other’s intent but somehow this felt easier. She really couldn’t complain because he was sharing now at least. Through his writing, Touka learned about what had happened to him; the friends he’d made, the people who had almost become kids to him, the family that he was able to make, the bonds he’d formed, and the torture he’d endured.

It wasn’t hard to place the people from their lives into the stories he wrote, someone might be a bit more aggressive here, or harder to read there but it was so clear. It was hilarious to see how he’d describe Nishiki as a walking wit dispenser, or Ayato as the waitress’s hot-headed younger brother who cursed too much. He also went to great lengths to show how adorably sweet Hinami was, but his best description was reserved for Naki, it simply read: “he wears a white suit, a symbol of how little he really knows about the world”.

It broke her heart to read about the detective’s brother getting tortured in prison, about the detetive having to deal with depression, suicidal ideation, and addiction. Imagining Ken having to go through all of that tore her apart. How the hell did he manage to keep that warm smile on his face after everything? She couldn’t help but love him more. Even after so much, he could still be the sweet boy she remembered all those years ago. All she could think about was how she couldn’t comfort him then, but now she could, and she would.

It was always fun to read about the relationship between the waitress and the detective. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, using their day to day life to bring his characters to life. The way her presence always seemed to calm him, her intoxicating beauty and gentle serenity, the comfort and happiness he felt around her. It warmed her heart to know the motives behind his affections, and for his unending gratitude and love. She saw how the waitress was described as hot-headed and feisty, strong and brave, a woman worth the world and she couldn’t help but get teary-eyed.

She started to understand him more when she knew what went through his mind when he revered her body and treated her like a porcelain doll when he would shower her in his heart and soul. The neediness and reverence started to make more sense the more she read about this goddess of a waitress. It felt all too surreal to think she mattered to him that much, that she was truly this important to him.

On one occasion, she found a section about how the detective didn’t think he was good enough for her love, how he felt guilty for leaving her to pursue a case, how he always felt that someone like her was better off without him. Reading her husband think such things about her and their relationship left her furious, mostly at the events that led to Ken thinking that way, rather than Ken himself. That night, she sat him down with a copy of his work in hand, he immediately figured out why they were there and his gaze fell downward as he tried to hold back the tears that formed in his beautiful grey eyes. All Touka had to say:

“Ya know, I always felt that the detective was a great fit for the waitress, always so kind and caring. She was a lucky woman.”

All Ken could do was smile faintly as he held Touka against him.

Ken started leaving her cute love letters all over the house. He wasn’t prudish when it came to expressing how much he loved her, but putting it to paper made it feel more real and easier to say. She’d always be left a flustered mess, no matter how many times he’d write them. He loved sneaking up behind her to plant a sweet kiss on her face when he saw her reading one, taking her into his arms while she buried her face into his chest, calling him a cheesy dork.

It was a little irritating when she’d have to look up what some words meant, and it was always utterly enjoyable for Ken to see her dictionary in one hand and his letter in the other, her face turning the deepest shade of red when she’d finally understand what the words meant. He felt a slight pang of guilt at the thought that she’d have to put so much effort into understanding his letters, but somehow the fact she cared enough made him feel better.

After a few months, Touka saw how much his work had progressed and got him a small gift to show how proud she was of him; a beautiful and sleek black typewriter with a dark wood rim along the edges and buttons with golden lining. It was magnificent and Ken was a shuddering mess of gratitude when he finally got it. He promised her that he’ll keep working on his writing and make her proud to which Touka responded that all she wanted was to see him happy. Ken took her hand into his and cupped her face with his other one as he said:

“You made me the happiest man in the world the day you came into my life.”

“Less talking and more writing, Mr. Romantic.” Touka replied, blushing and kissing his sweet lips.

[pervy-anon98]

Wow @captainhunterman once again! Mr. Aizawa , you’re killing it!!

[pervy-anon98]

Save Me

pairing: Kaneki ken, Touka Kirishima and the baby!

Rating: T (SUPER FLUFFY)

Words Count: 1000-ish

“your fault” 

“its your fault , kaneki”

“die!!!” 

the voices kept yelling in dark whispers in his head. 

he grabbed his head between his palms, curling himself, sweating as a waterfall. 

“stop please” he let out in silent shout. 

“h-help. help me” he cried.

“papa?” a voice entered his ears , shaking him, waking him up from his deep nightmares..

he woke up in a gasp for air. siting from his laying position.

“papa, are you okay?” a little girl asked him, snuggling into his embrace. letting her short arms sneak up behind his neck and bringing his face onto her small fragile chest. 

he sighed in relief against her.

“im okay, mai-chan” he said, preventing his teardrops from falling.

she was his hero. she saved him up from the eating zombies he had dreamt about.

“im glad papa!” she smiled as she faced him. her tiny palms holding his face , making him smile in a frown.

he sighed “im sorry i napped a little while you were playing , i was tired” he said, brushing her short bangs behind her ears. 

“actually……. mai used papa’s face while he was sleeping….” she said, looking away , pouting. “ i made it prettier” adding to her speech then smiling at her father.

kaneki was confused, with an awkward smile on his face “what do you mean?” he spoke.

she grabbed the hand-mirror , and with a huge grin on her face. aligned it infront of her father’s face. reflecting the mess she did. 

his face was there on the mirror, red lipstick smeared on his lips and under it, reaching his chin, eyelashes were coated with 5 layers of mascara . making his eye surrounding painted in black ink. some strands of his white hair were tied by a hello kitty hair band. 

he choked, while Mai was fluttering her eyes.  “what do you think papa? you look very beautiful” she muttered.

“where did you find your mom’s make up? she hid it so well” he frowned while sighing. 

“mai-chan is smart!” she winked while sticking her tongue out. 

“you sure are” he smiled and patted her head.

he looked at the clock hanging on the wall. it was 6 PM already. today was coming to an end already. 

he had an off today he gave after coming back from a mission lasted three days. he suggested to touka that he will take care of her today instead of taking her to kindergarten. and he did. he spent the whole day playing with his little princess. helped as well in house chores that touka left a list for him to do. and soon by noon , he was exhausted and fell into a nap. only to wake up to see his face smeared. 

he had wished that touka would take a break too, but she insisted that if she misses the work for a day she will comeback to a mess made by yomo and nishiki. 

kaneki was resting his head against the wall behind the sofa, sighing, pushing his bangs, when the door bell rang.

he got up and mai followed him to see who. 

once he opened the door, he found touka and tsukiyama standing behind her. she already looked so bothered an annoyed, beside her tuskiyama talking nonstop.

yet both’s faces changed into laugh-bearing faces.

especially touka, laughing so hard, to the point tearing up. 

she stopped to take a breath. 

“oh, dear. who did this to you?” touka said as she wiped her tear. 

kaneki was gazing into tsukiyama with a death stare , daring him to laugh. tsukiyama is smiling elegantly, hiding his true self. 

then looked at touka, turning into a soft marshmallow. smiling widely.

“mai chan has decided to become a make up artist , she used your make up.” he spoke. 

“WHAT?!” her face changed into a shock. 

“mai! that mascara was expensive!” she took off her flats to ran into the house after seeing mai running to hide with the mascara in her hands.

kaneki invited tsukiyama to come in, noticing he, once again, got mai a plastic doll. 

“tsukiyama, you cant bring something everytime you visit us, she already has a mountain of dolls and stuffed bears” he sighed. seeing touka coming down the stairs , holding mai on her shoulder, while mai pouting. 

touka helped kaneki cleaning all the scribbles on his face after kaneki had cooked dinner for her, tsukiyama was with her , making sure she eat. 

“say, tsuki-chan” mai said. while poking her rice with her chopsticks. 

“yes, Princesse’ “ he replied back. looking at her. 

“papa… is still having those nightmares. the ones i told you about” she spoke in a sad tone. 

“is he?” tsukiyama said in a sigh, he knows he never recovered from the raid happened 5 years ago. 

“tell me, tsuki-chan. ho-ow can i stop it?” the little girl said now in a whimper. tears threatening to fall. 

“whenever i have a bad dream i can go to him, but who does he go to when he is scared?” she by now, was already has her eyes drop its tears. sniffing while swallowing her food.  

“dont cry little chéri, its just this is how he tries to fight his fears and one of them is you getting hurt in any way” he said while wiping her tears away. still earning small sniffles from her. 

“i just dont want papa or mama to get hurt, please, tsuki-chan. whenever there is something, please help them” she muttered under her soft inhales of air.

“Oui, little lapin” he spoke. brushing her hair.

yet to their miss knowledge . ken heard everything. and so did touka. yet he was the one spilling hot tears on his wife’s white t-shirt. hugging her tightly. hiding his face into her neckline.

“our little daughter has grown up alot” she spoke in a whisper as she patted ken’s shoulder slowly.

“yes she did.” he whispered back. also crying silently. 

“its my fault, the way she’s feeling this way” he muttered slowly.

“no, kaneki, its not your fault. its just…” she looked at mai while she was eating whatever left from her rice bowl “ i think she loves you alot , more than me even, thats why” she smiled jokingly. 

“nonsense!” he lifted his head up in a pout. 

mai was standing at the door of their room, dressed up in an pink pejamas and  holding her pillow. the clock’s arrows aimed at 2:30 AM. 

kaneki and touka were already snuggled up, deep in their sleep. mai walked to their bed. and dropped her pillow on ground. 

she started climbing the bed, trying not to make a sound. and when she reached the surface. she decided to go in the space between her parents slowly.

just when she tried to lift her leg above her father’s body. he stirred in his sleep, and turned left. she ,due to him moving, lost her balance , and was about to fall off the bed and hit the ground. 

she closed her eyes, to anticipate the painful slam on ground. though it never happened.

she opened her eyes to see herself laying on one of her father’s rinkaku. 

she awkwardly smiled when she saw her father looking at her in a sleepy smile. he brought her between him and touka slowly. once she was laid. she hugged him. 

“dont be scared anymore papa, i will protect you and mama” she whispered. 

he nodded in a hum as a reply to her. and hugged her as well. slowly starting to curl his legs and arms around her. 

“do you think a little girl can save you?”

“you murderer” 

“you are a monster”

“dont even dare to run away from your mistakes”

he still can hear these voices. but once he kissed her forehead. 

the fear faded slowly. 

___________________________________

[kingkishou]

I just realized a drawing error in the spoilers Kaneki has six fingers.

ISHIDA NOT AGAIN!!!

lol aw I hope he’s not overworking o)-(

[pervy-anon98]

Sophia

Name : Sophia.

position :Rank 2 Investigator.

Age :24 years old.

Birth date : 19/1.

Characteristics: Blue hair. Hazel eyes. 

Height : -‘- feet.

Weight : — kg. 

That’s who she was. 

Ever since four years ago after her graduation. From the CCG academy. Working in Ward 13.

She was forced into this academy by her Step-Father. 

Of course to get rid of her. Or thats what she thought.

Normally she would be sitting at her desk. writing her fanfics, she goes on patrol every morning. And then ends up going to a cafe there. Gets her coffee and goes back to her writing. 

“Hey, when will you order?” A lady in blue short fluffy hair asked her. 

As she was standing by the cashier machine. Spacing about what shall she add next. To satisfy her readers.  

“Ahm, sorry can i get a latte takeaway?” she told her. 

“Yep. Anything else?” The lady in blue hair replied. 

“No, thank you” she replied back. 

Sophia kept her words limited. Barely spoke. Barely made any friends and always worked alone.

She stood by, waiting for her hot drink.

Time seems slow for her sad eyes. 

Like anything could change in her life? Its already so boring. 

“Here you are” the lady handed her latte.

And as she was turning to go and reach home early as she hoped.

She accidentally bumped into a man. 

The hot beverage got spilled all over his shirt.

“Ah! Shit!” The man uttered in pain.

He had golden yellow hair and wore glasses.

“I-im so sorry” she said and grabbed a bunch of napkins and tried to wipe the hot liquid. 

“Im so sorry, im really sorry, its my fault” she said in a worried tone. 

He then, started to giggle.

“Relax, i didnt die” he sarcastically said.

“Although my shirt is damaged” he pinched his shirt away from his chest. 

Sophia saw a little bit of his abs through now his wet shirt. And then looked up at him.

She was amazed. He was a true beauty. Behind those geeky glasses he wore them on top of his brown eyes, Showed an attractiveness in their tint.

“Ah sorry, miss?” He spoke. 

He woke her up from billions of fantasies she had worked in her brain already. 

She blushed. Not knowing why, but she did fell her cheeks go pinkish red.

“Excuse me!! I apologise again, im sorry!!” she spoke as she bowed.

And then grabbed her suitcase and flew out of the store.

Her heart was beating harsh. She breathed faster once she spotted her apartment building.

“h-he was so cute!!” She spoke in squeak while she looked at herself in the elevator’s mirror. 

She was then been hit by the reality, her eye bags  , her tired skin and even her mismatching outfit.

She sighed “ he was so cute but then here is me, whatever creature i am”

She reached her apartment and unlocked the door and got in.

She grabbed her laptop and started working, continuing whatever she left yesterday.

She regretted not ordering another coffee before she goes out. But whenever she remembers that, she starts spacing about him. 

She gazed at the blank page of the document.

“Fuck it!” 

And started to write her fantasies of the Guy she early met, wishing if she asked for his name. 

Next morning came.

Somehow, she felt more lively today. She made her breakfast and this time , she picked a black shorts with stockings under it. A white shirt and a grey coat above it. 

She applied some Make up as well. 

It was weird , but she felt adding them. 

Hiding her eye bags with a foundation.

Applying Blue mascara to fit her Light blue hair. 

“I hope i run into him today” she hoped. Yet with a sad tone.

She grabbed her suitcase, and her dove coat in a black backpack. 

She hated the work of an investigator. Yet she had to cope up.

She passed by a men clothing shop. She decided to buy him the same shirt colour, she didnt know the size but it was obvious from his height.

And then headed to the cafe she saw him at. Hoping he would be there even its a faint wish. 

The doorbell was ringed when she opened the door. 

She looked around yet didnt see the man who charmed her.

Yet she saw the lady with blue hair and knew that he was a regular in her shop. So she decided to walk up to her.

“Hello” she spoke.

“Hello! How can i help you?” Lady with blue hair said.

“Ahm, may i ask for a help? Can you please hand this package to the man i hit yesterday in case he comes?” As she handed her the package. 

“Oh! Of course, he works here” she replied back.

“Thank you” she uttered back and bowed in respect.

And so grabbed her suitcase and went out of the shop off to her work.

Walking the streets with a smile on her face, been a while now, she enjoyed the slightly cold breeze. With a smile on her face and sunshine reflecting on her skin.

“Oh, investigator sophia! You seem cheerful today” one of her coworkers told her.

“Yep!” She replied back. As she sat in her office and started working, for real working. 

All the coworkers had their jaws fallen, for real sophia is working!! 

“So we have to handle this case of serpent, right?” She looked at them.

They nodded.

“Nice! So it says last time he appeared was in ward 20, so i will have to investigate there” she grabbed her dove coat and wore it.

“Hey sophia-san, do you feel unwell?” Another coworker asked her.

“Im fine like a horse! What are you saying?” She replied back.

“W-well i dont know, i feel you are different” he said.

“Dont worry, i-im okay” she slowly said.

Once falling in her thoughts at whats she’s doing, how can a man change her attitude this much? 

Who knows that she’ll see that man again anyways? 

She sighed in frustration. 

Whatever it doesn’t matter.

She headed fast to the entrance and took a taxi to ward 20.

She went around the area. Asked people there for any clue. Yet no information was useful.

She spent half of the day there. Eventually got tired. And took the metro back to ward 13, where she lives.

She decided that she goes to have a latte in the cafe next to her apartment building.

Yet when she reached.

She saw investigators sasaki, shirazu And Mutsuki go in. 

“Hm?” She was confused at first, then decided to watch from the Window. Knowing that they are probably inside to investigate.

Also knowing the fact they are searching for serpent and Torso.

Yet she started blushing real hard with her hands over her lips. 

That perfect scene that she needed to write in her fanfic.

The moment. The second of it.

Investigator sasaki looked at the lady with blue hair with tears in his eyes. 

She gasped at his look at the lady.

“This … is so perfect…” she whispered.

She grabbed her suitcase again and forgot about her want for the latte and ran to her apartment, once she reached. Opened her laptop and started typing like no tomorrow.

Next morning, on her way to desk. She saw investigator sasaki and she blushed so hard with a smirk. 

It shows all on his face, he was love struck by the waitress.

She smiled and giggled, while Sasaki was confused as hell.

“Is there anything, investigator sophia?” He asked. 

“Oh no, nothing is wrong, by the way, first rank Investigator sasaki, you should go on a date with that waitress” she said giggling and then ran away.

Leaving the man, more confused and a blush mess more than he was already.

“O-okay…..” 

That day, she decided to go to the cafe again, to tease the waitress herself about what happened. 

Yet once she entered. She saw her grabbing the collar of the Man in blonde hair. Threatening to punch his face.

Blush crept her face. Suddenly became a very shy girl. 

“E-excuse me..” she said. Breaking into their about-to-kill-eachother discussion.

Lady in blue hair looked at her, and smiled as soon as she saw Sophia. And told her to take a seat. 

This time Sophia decided to sit down, seeing the man in blonde is working at the cafe. 

He, then, served her coffee.

And was about to go when she grabbed the apron of his. 

“Ahm, im sorry about what happened the other day” she apologised again.

“Ah! Nevermind, It was my fault actually.” He said.

“And the shirt, you shouldnt have to” he spoke.

“Ah, b-but i ruined your shirt, so..” she talked in a very shy tone with the blush on her cheeks building.

“Dont mind it, but thanks i guess” he smiled. 

His smile set fire inside her heart. Made her realise one thing. 

“Ahm… d-d-do you ha-ave a g-g-girlfriend?” She asked him. Now is red as a tomato.

He smiled. In a look of pity. He understood the point.

“Im sorry, i have a woman in my life” he said.

“Oh” Sophia uttered. Now with a heart shattered into pieces.

“What a lucky woman” she said.

“Whats your name?” He said. Out of nowhere.

“S-Sophia..” she spoke without trying to let her tears fall.

“Thank you for coming Sophia, the coffee is on us” he said. 

And he turned and went to behind the counter.

“Keep it” Sophia grabbed her suitcase and walked to the door, ran to her apartment.

and Cried her heart out. 

Stupid! You are so stupid! Sophia wake up!! You are just a useless human being!! Sophia no one will love you!

She cried her heart out, while writing her completion of her fanfic.

And then he told her he already has a woman he likes. Yet it wasn’t her. And will never be. 

Days passed by, she went back into her loneliness, she worked herself so hard and wrote her fanfics without saying any other words, she stopped visiting the cafe he works at, and soon she heard it was burnt down. 

Investigator Sasaki left CCG and Went to became one eyed ghoul and then when the CCG decided to Raid The ghouls in 24th Ward. He was turned into a monster.

She witnessed everything, yet one thing made her destroyed, when she saw the serpent himself, one she was running after, saw him taking his mask off and he was the man she liked, the only real man.

She accepted to side with the ghouls because of the waitress she saw, she always liked her. Felt like she’s a friend that she never spoke with.

She never felt herself more than a stupid once she tried to go and speak with him.She asked the waitress about where he was, that she needed him in a word. She told her. And Sophia headed to the Room he was supposed to be in.

Yet before she opens the door. She saw him hugging a lady behind. A lady she knew. 

Dr. Nishinou.

So it was her.

She noticed the bracelets they both shared.

“Ah” she smirked to herself. And decided not to interrupt them. And walked away.

Apparently she had a job after they finish bringing Investigator sasaki out of the monster He became.

She had to start a new file , with a new fanfic. 

Eventually, No one liked Sophia. But her readers did. and she knew that well.

The end.

 @xkanekitoukax

P.S : HOLY SHIT IM LATE BY ONE DAMN WEEK, IM SO SORRY, I HAD NO WIFI CONNECTION IN MY HOUSE SUWIWUSJWOSOSIWK IM SO SO SO SORRY 

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY SOPHIA!! 

FROM YOUR PERVY ANON!

[xkanekitoukax]

OH MY GOD! @pervy-anon98 Thank you very much for this! This was really cute and had my cheeks all hot because imagining myself in this just makes me blush lol. Thank you for making me bold enough to ask him if he had a girlfriend because in real life I would never be that bold lol. And thank you for making me an investigator turned fic writer haha. You really didn’t have to do this and stress yourself over it, but thank you. <3

[pervy-anon98]

@xkanekitoukax *wipes a happy tear* anything for my fav writer even when my writing lack alot

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[pervy-anon98]

Sophia

Name : Sophia.

position :Rank 2 Investigator.

Age :24 years old.

Birth date : 19/1.

Characteristics: Blue hair. Hazel eyes. 

Height : -‘- feet.

Weight : — kg. 

That’s who she was. 

Ever since four years ago after her graduation. From the CCG academy. Working in Ward 13.

She was forced into this academy by her Step-Father. 

Of course to get rid of her. Or thats what she thought.

Normally she would be sitting at her desk. writing her fanfics, she goes on patrol every morning. And then ends up going to a cafe there. Gets her coffee and goes back to her writing. 

“Hey, when will you order?” A lady in blue short fluffy hair asked her. 

As she was standing by the cashier machine. Spacing about what shall she add next. To satisfy her readers.  

“Ahm, sorry can i get a latte takeaway?” she told her. 

“Yep. Anything else?” The lady in blue hair replied. 

“No, thank you” she replied back. 

Sophia kept her words limited. Barely spoke. Barely made any friends and always worked alone.

She stood by, waiting for her hot drink.

Time seems slow for her sad eyes. 

Like anything could change in her life? Its already so boring. 

“Here you are” the lady handed her latte.

And as she was turning to go and reach home early as she hoped.

She accidentally bumped into a man. 

The hot beverage got spilled all over his shirt.

“Ah! Shit!” The man uttered in pain.

He had golden yellow hair and wore glasses.

“I-im so sorry” she said and grabbed a bunch of napkins and tried to wipe the hot liquid. 

“Im so sorry, im really sorry, its my fault” she said in a worried tone. 

He then, started to giggle.

“Relax, i didnt die” he sarcastically said.

“Although my shirt is damaged” he pinched his shirt away from his chest. 

Sophia saw a little bit of his abs through now his wet shirt. And then looked up at him.

She was amazed. He was a true beauty. Behind those geeky glasses he wore them on top of his brown eyes, Showed an attractiveness in their tint.

“Ah sorry, miss?” He spoke. 

He woke her up from billions of fantasies she had worked in her brain already. 

She blushed. Not knowing why, but she did fell her cheeks go pinkish red.

“Excuse me!! I apologise again, im sorry!!” she spoke as she bowed.

And then grabbed her suitcase and flew out of the store.

Her heart was beating harsh. She breathed faster once she spotted her apartment building.

“h-he was so cute!!” She spoke in squeak while she looked at herself in the elevator’s mirror. 

She was then been hit by the reality, her eye bags  , her tired skin and even her mismatching outfit.

She sighed “ he was so cute but then here is me, whatever creature i am”

She reached her apartment and unlocked the door and got in.

She grabbed her laptop and started working, continuing whatever she left yesterday.

She regretted not ordering another coffee before she goes out. But whenever she remembers that, she starts spacing about him. 

She gazed at the blank page of the document.

“Fuck it!” 

And started to write her fantasies of the Guy she early met, wishing if she asked for his name. 

Next morning came.

Somehow, she felt more lively today. She made her breakfast and this time , she picked a black shorts with stockings under it. A white shirt and a grey coat above it. 

She applied some Make up as well. 

It was weird , but she felt adding them. 

Hiding her eye bags with a foundation.

Applying Blue mascara to fit her Light blue hair. 

“I hope i run into him today” she hoped. Yet with a sad tone.

She grabbed her suitcase, and her dove coat in a black backpack. 

She hated the work of an investigator. Yet she had to cope up.

She passed by a men clothing shop. She decided to buy him the same shirt colour, she didnt know the size but it was obvious from his height.

And then headed to the cafe she saw him at. Hoping he would be there even its a faint wish. 

The doorbell was ringed when she opened the door. 

She looked around yet didnt see the man who charmed her.

Yet she saw the lady with blue hair and knew that he was a regular in her shop. So she decided to walk up to her.

“Hello” she spoke.

“Hello! How can i help you?” Lady with blue hair said.

“Ahm, may i ask for a help? Can you please hand this package to the man i hit yesterday in case he comes?” As she handed her the package. 

“Oh! Of course, he works here” she replied back.

“Thank you” she uttered back and bowed in respect.

And so grabbed her suitcase and went out of the shop off to her work.

Walking the streets with a smile on her face, been a while now, she enjoyed the slightly cold breeze. With a smile on her face and sunshine reflecting on her skin.

“Oh, investigator sophia! You seem cheerful today” one of her coworkers told her.

“Yep!” She replied back. As she sat in her office and started working, for real working. 

All the coworkers had their jaws fallen, for real sophia is working!! 

“So we have to handle this case of serpent, right?” She looked at them.

They nodded.

“Nice! So it says last time he appeared was in ward 20, so i will have to investigate there” she grabbed her dove coat and wore it.

“Hey sophia-san, do you feel unwell?” Another coworker asked her.

“Im fine like a horse! What are you saying?” She replied back.

“W-well i dont know, i feel you are different” he said.

“Dont worry, i-im okay” she slowly said.

Once falling in her thoughts at whats she’s doing, how can a man change her attitude this much? 

Who knows that she’ll see that man again anyways? 

She sighed in frustration. 

Whatever it doesn’t matter.

She headed fast to the entrance and took a taxi to ward 20.

She went around the area. Asked people there for any clue. Yet no information was useful.

She spent half of the day there. Eventually got tired. And took the metro back to ward 13, where she lives.

She decided that she goes to have a latte in the cafe next to her apartment building.

Yet when she reached.

She saw investigators sasaki, shirazu And Mutsuki go in. 

“Hm?” She was confused at first, then decided to watch from the Window. Knowing that they are probably inside to investigate.

Also knowing the fact they are searching for serpent and Torso.

Yet she started blushing real hard with her hands over her lips. 

That perfect scene that she needed to write in her fanfic.

The moment. The second of it.

Investigator sasaki looked at the lady with blue hair with tears in his eyes. 

She gasped at his look at the lady.

“This … is so perfect…” she whispered.

She grabbed her suitcase again and forgot about her want for the latte and ran to her apartment, once she reached. Opened her laptop and started typing like no tomorrow.

Next morning, on her way to desk. She saw investigator sasaki and she blushed so hard with a smirk. 

It shows all on his face, he was love struck by the waitress.

She smiled and giggled, while Sasaki was confused as hell.

“Is there anything, investigator sophia?” He asked. 

“Oh no, nothing is wrong, by the way, first rank Investigator sasaki, you should go on a date with that waitress” she said giggling and then ran away.

Leaving the man, more confused and a blush mess more than he was already.

“O-okay…..” 

That day, she decided to go to the cafe again, to tease the waitress herself about what happened. 

Yet once she entered. She saw her grabbing the collar of the Man in blonde hair. Threatening to punch his face.

Blush crept her face. Suddenly became a very shy girl. 

“E-excuse me..” she said. Breaking into their about-to-kill-eachother discussion.

Lady in blue hair looked at her, and smiled as soon as she saw Sophia. And told her to take a seat. 

This time Sophia decided to sit down, seeing the man in blonde is working at the cafe. 

He, then, served her coffee.

And was about to go when she grabbed the apron of his. 

“Ahm, im sorry about what happened the other day” she apologised again.

“Ah! Nevermind, It was my fault actually.” He said.

“And the shirt, you shouldnt have to” he spoke.

“Ah, b-but i ruined your shirt, so..” she talked in a very shy tone with the blush on her cheeks building.

“Dont mind it, but thanks i guess” he smiled. 

His smile set fire inside her heart. Made her realise one thing. 

“Ahm… d-d-do you ha-ave a g-g-girlfriend?” She asked him. Now is red as a tomato.

He smiled. In a look of pity. He understood the point.

“Im sorry, i have a woman in my life” he said.

“Oh” Sophia uttered. Now with a heart shattered into pieces.

“What a lucky woman” she said.

“Whats your name?” He said. Out of nowhere.

“S-Sophia..” she spoke without trying to let her tears fall.

“Thank you for coming Sophia, the coffee is on us” he said. 

And he turned and went to behind the counter.

“Keep it” Sophia grabbed her suitcase and walked to the door, ran to her apartment.

and Cried her heart out. 

Stupid! You are so stupid! Sophia wake up!! You are just a useless human being!! Sophia no one will love you!

She cried her heart out, while writing her completion of her fanfic.

And then he told her he already has a woman he likes. Yet it wasn’t her. And will never be. 

Days passed by, she went back into her loneliness, she worked herself so hard and wrote her fanfics without saying any other words, she stopped visiting the cafe he works at, and soon she heard it was burnt down. 

Investigator Sasaki left CCG and Went to became one eyed ghoul and then when the CCG decided to Raid The ghouls in 24th Ward. He was turned into a monster.

She witnessed everything, yet one thing made her destroyed, when she saw the serpent himself, one she was running after, saw him taking his mask off and he was the man she liked, the only real man.

She accepted to side with the ghouls because of the waitress she saw, she always liked her. Felt like she’s a friend that she never spoke with.

She never felt herself more than a stupid once she tried to go and speak with him.She asked the waitress about where he was, that she needed him in a word. She told her. And Sophia headed to the Room he was supposed to be in.

Yet before she opens the door. She saw him hugging a lady behind. A lady she knew. 

Dr. Nishinou.

So it was her.

She noticed the bracelets they both shared.

“Ah” she smirked to herself. And decided not to interrupt them. And walked away.

Apparently she had a job after they finish bringing Investigator sasaki out of the monster He became.

She had to start a new file , with a new fanfic. 

Eventually, No one liked Sophia. But her readers did. and she knew that well.

The end.

 @xkanekitoukax

P.S : HOLY SHIT IM LATE BY ONE DAMN WEEK, IM SO SORRY, I HAD NO WIFI CONNECTION IN MY HOUSE SUWIWUSJWOSOSIWK IM SO SO SO SORRY 

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY SOPHIA!! 

FROM YOUR PERVY ANON!

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bf: babe come over

me: i can’t, i’m having an existential crisis

bf: my parents aren’t home

me: are any of us really, truly….home?

[naity-sama]

Some words to use when writing things:

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throbbing

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precision

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accept

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indentation

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[littlestsecret]

Appetite -  craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse -  agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

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enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy -  delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic -  delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic -  amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp -  catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded  Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger -  appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry -  avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense -  forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid -  damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving -  (exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need -  compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain -  ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful -  aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted -  aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile  Pleasurable -  charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure -  bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven  Rapacious-  avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture -  bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid -  adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden -  abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust -  (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback  Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch -  (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap  (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked -  abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe -  agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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