Welcome to Cafe Heven

(Indie RP blog for Tsuzuki of Sex Therapist. BLOG WILL BE NSFW)

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my desire  to make this blog nice like the others is great;;; but there’s like NO content to work with 

[devilsworn]

           “You’ve been terribly quiet. I can only wonder if something might be amiss…?”

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"Been experimenting in the kitchen. Wanna try the result--?"

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If anyone was wondering-- I've been over here trying to get my Sebastian blog off the ground and mostly failing. 

[brotticelli]

he says his sunday prayers into your skin; takes his communion in the hollow of your bones, in the sharp lines of your hips. you are all three: his altar; his holy water; his two knees, bent. you drink the hymns from his lips. this makes you holy, makes you sacred, makes you a god. how does it feel to be divine? forget church. your body is a fucking temple, and he’s on his knees again, and you’re laughing.

deities | m.c.p (via secrethistorys)

[hangingupyourhalo-blog]

"I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours."

[sliceofheven]

lays on everyone

[archivedashell]

♛: Sharing a dessert //IM ON MOBILE OK JUST CASUALLY PRETEND INSENT THIS FROM TSUZU SO I CAN RESPOND AFTER MY SHOWEEEER--

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy 

           ”You’ve not once been witness to any denial that I am, at best, a glutton in the wake of good things, yes?” It wouldn’t matter either way. There isn’t anything furtive about the edge of his fork angling in, and helping itself to another cut and crumble of red poised on a plate between them.

           (Red velvet cake isn’t anything his appetite can be abashed about, after all.)

           ”As it stands, your culinary capacity happens to evince my every idea of ‘good’.” He feeds it to the shape of his smile, swallows with the sound of his laughter, and tilts a teacup cradled on the crown of his cutlery toward the body across the way. “Compliments in mind for the chef, I admit, will go unabated for as long as I care to imagine.”

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"Well, if your compliments go so unabated, you are more than welcome to show that appreciation with kisses.  I fear I'm quiet parched for you, you know."  And maybe this isn't really conversation to have over cake, but he goes in for another bite and raises his attention fro the cake to his company just as he slides the decadence unto his tongue.  There's an unmistakable grin given as he pulls the fork from closed lips.

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MUSE A is seen as a monster ( can be a werewolf, vampire, shifter, etc. ) and has secluded themselves from society to ’ keep them safe ’ and ’ appease the people. ’ However, one day, MUSE B, who is completely human, ends up in MUSE A's neck of the woods, passed out and injured. Despite the rumors around the monster in the forest, MUSE A takes in MUSE B to try and nurse them to health. When MUSE B wakes up, they realize where they are and for the first time, sees MUSE A in person. Will MUSE B accept MUSE A's help or will they freak out? Would MUSE B realize that they were all wrong about MUSE A? 

[sliceofheven]

Happy Holidays everyone!  I'll be back in full swing tomorrow evening! 

[archivedashell]

          “I’ve every wonder indeed; if I were to sing for you, might it change your mind about making your way elsewhere? The pariah, for one, has no plans that exist outside of these sheets, walls or windows.”

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        "Oh most certainly-- but if you wanted me to stay, you only had to ask.  Of course asking simply will not do anymore!"  He grins, the expression lighting up his eyes and rolls over, pulling Kain into the circle of his arms to rest over his chest.  Tsuzuki pulls the covers up over the two of them, cozy and warm.

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Love letter meme;;

It isn’t just one— in all truth, over time, Tsuzuki has given Kain numerous ‘love letters’ of sorts.  Written ones are less common, often set beneath a fresh mug of coffee with short scribbled words in black ink.  (Tsuzuki doesn’t have the worst hand writing in the world, but it certainly isn’t anywhere near Kain’s spidering script.)  Just short messages.  Thinking of you.                 Take care of yourself.                I think that hat looks cute stupid.                Lovely day. They don’t get any less cheesy over time.  The words are just whatever pops into his head, whatever flashes behind his eyes when he sees Kain walk through his doors (as he does so very often) and a grin spreads on his lips.                 (And that is the second form of his love letters.                 All shared smiles, from gentle to outrageous.                 From subdued and demure to the tilt of one                 edge of his lips as he says something cocky-                 The loving smiles when he makes Kain laugh.                              Because these are more than words.) Then there are touches— fingers brushing against the back of Kain’s hand absently as they press porcelain into alabaster, a fresh cup of tea, and the meeting of eyes all gentle and relieved with one anothers company.  There are many ways in which Tsuzuki delivers his letters.                  (And he finds over time there are many ways                  in which Kain delivers his own.)

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          And sometimes, Kain looks at him like Tsuzuki is everything.

          All at once. All in one. Except, it isn’t a ‘sometimes’, a ‘maybe’, or a ‘here and there’, any more (he doesn’t remember when it might have been.) It’s an ‘always’ and a ‘somewhere’ and a ‘certainly’, in the shape of his mouth when he smiles at him past the swans swimming off the sunset on his cigarette’s crown. Or what his fingertips must taste like to the turn in the other body’s wrist, the rise of his shoulder or the slope in his neck that he searches for religiously.

          Like it’s something he loves. Because it is, he’s already decided.

          The letter is a little thing that doesn’t leave him. It’s always there with the poetry and its white pages while he reads and remembers, and loves that letter a little more than the pretty things pressed out into ink and buried into his bookshelf. Because the letter comes with him. In his waistcoat, with the buttons and the heartbeat and the bartender that smiles that little bit more about it. About all things. About everything.

          Tonight, he isn’t between the sheets with someone’s misty eyes or an agony he doesn’t care about without a name, or a face, or fingerprints that he’s looking for. He’s living with the dreams that haven’t dared touch them, not just yet and not just now, and not while there’s a dark crown cradled between the arch of Tsuzuki’s shoulder-blades, or its arms winding into the waist of ‘everything’ and its willowy hands looking for the weight of this warm body’s life beating behind the pages of its chest.

          You were missed, says something about the sigh and the sweep of his mouth against the nape of the other man’s neck.

           You are loved, says something about the white faces of his fingertips when they tilt against the isle of every rib, on their way toward the warble waiting between.

          (Kain can’t sleep until he tells him so.)

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"I am unhappy with any seat otherwise." And it's as simple as that. It only makes sense. It's all the explanation he needs to admit when me makes himself at home in the cradle of his company's lap, hides a sigh with the sound of his pulse beating in the base of the other body's throat. And he kisses it once, twice, three times until he tastes a smile that can't keep itself quiet, touches the crease in his company's jaw. "Humour this man and his poor, spent body, yes?"

And Kain will hear no complain to the contrary from Tsuzuki.  The owner merely sets his drinks to the side to ensure that it doesn’t wind up on the floor and occupies his hands around the lower slope of Kain’s back.  (They fit perfect there, in the natural arch of the bartenders spine.  This is a position that Tsuzuki quite enjoys, if he’s to be truthful.) He tips his head back, just slightly, with a dreary sigh that bleeds of his lips, heavy with contentment.  There’s a laugh upon the edge of his breath a smile dancing over his mouth.  "I wouldn’t have it any other way, truth be told."  But Tsuzuki turns loving gaze over his pariah, and presses a kiss unto his brow.  With gentle hands to guide him, he pulls the bartender until he’s laying more comfortably, with his head rested upon the crook of his shoulder and neck, and fingers twined into his hair.  "But if you’re so spent, let me take care of you."                  (And fingers spider up his spine, into the nape of his hair.                 play with the delicate skin there,  the fine strands.  They                 are alone in the late hours of  night and the early hours                  of morning and Tsuzuki relishes in the little time.)

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psa: if you ever have any questions about my character, you are always welcome to ask them. i encourage asking questions for it also helps me develop my character further or help explain something unclear.

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nxnkurunaisa replied to your post:

redqueenschevalier is a Hagi and haha yeah I tried to be Solomon too! x33 Other than that we’re pretty barren.

I also really wanted to do Karl or Joel at one point as I loved both of them a lot--

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hnnn  There are blood + blogs still around now?  Found Saya and now diva? 

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tbh there are two things my muse needs in his life.  Kain and Coffee.

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♕–; “Your place reminds me a lot of my father’s. It wasn’t real busy, unless people around were hungry, and it was quiet and warm. The four of us used to live above it and run it. But it’s warm, and it reminds me of his place, you got a nice cafe.”

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Her words are enough to make his chest swell with pride.  After all, he puts everything he has into this cafe- it's nice when it receives such warm and delighted compliments. "Thank you, miss.  I appreciate it.  I live in the back myself--"  He refills her cup, and even sets a fresh slice of cake before her with a wink.  "On the house."