N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
Please someone finish the KagePro AU for me. It’s been 84 years.
O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?
Sometimes I wake up in cold sweat because a plot just invaded my mind and then the characters get dragged along.
P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
Usually the only thing I have is the middle and I just build from there. I never have an idea on how the fic’s going to end.
hitoshizuku-p - i love her stuff w yama and suzunosuke, who doesn’t tbh? but i actually haven’t listened to soundless voice and some of her other popular stuff... whoops. confusing but catchy tends to be how her stuff goes? yeah. i’m going thru the vocaloid wikia page for her and i know more than i expected, actually...
fave song: god, please don’t make me choose. um... the Karakuri Burst, Ikasama Casino, The Wolf In Love with Little Red Riding Hood(?), MAGIC MIRROR AND MIRROR MAGIC MADE ME CRY, oh and Portrait of Pirate F (the peter pan/neverland song).
dasu - never heard of them, haven’t listened to their music and my audio’s currently buggy.
And All of the Roses' Reds Could Never Compare to Your's
hi there!! i was your secret santa, @fullmoonlaboratory! here’s your tokyo ghoul au! contains death and violence, but i hope you like it!
In hindsight, it was an honest mistake. I should have known something was off about that girl the moment I saw her, and I should have ran away as fast as I possibly could and maybe, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe I wouldn’t be half-dead and wishing the other half of me was dead as well, maybe I wouldn’t have become this monster, and maybe I might not have murdered my best friend. All I can focus on now is the adrenaline pumping through my blood, blood that is mixed with the flesh and remains of him, blood that was never mine to begin with, blood I wish I could spit out but I know I would die and I’m too much of a coward to kill myself at this point.
It was only barely a week ago when I saw the girl with purple hair reading the same book I had. The only other one I knew who had read that book was A-ya, who was sitting across from me noncommittally staring out the window, stirring his coffee around absentmindedly with a spoon. His black hair appeared a lighter gray under the morning sun’s timid rays, dawn having just reached its peak. I nudged him from across the table as another girl walked up, a petite, brown-haired, bubbling waitress.
“Would you like a refill on that?” she asked A-ya, shuffling slightly, a red blush tinting her cheeks. I read her name tag – B-ko. It was painfully obvious that she had a terrible crush on A-ya, considering she would stutter each and every time she talked to him when we came to the cafe. It was becoming increasingly annoying how that woman eyed my dearest friend, my A-ya. I had known him the longest and yet she acted like she knew everything about him, having such an innocent crush on the cynical boy with the tired eyes.
“He’s fine.” I said, smiling up at the girl. I could see her expression waver for the slightest second, morphing into disappointment, then suspicion, and then back to the professional, smiling mask she had before. A-ya looked between me and the girl and nodded slightly at her, signaling that yes, I was right, and yes, I knew him best.
The girl, B-ko, walked away, huffing slightly as she made her way back behind the counter. I stared at A-ya, earning a confused glance from the latter.
“What is it?” he asked, putting his coffee spoon down on a napkin. I motioned with my head in the direction of the girl with purple hair, who was now talking animatedly to B-ko, and grinned at A-ya.
“Look at the book in her hands.” I said, feeling accomplished as soon as I saw A-ya’s usually apathetic expression light up. It was a book on the occult, and anyone who knew A-ya knew that his favorite topic was spirits, ghosts, and how to summon dangerous things in public places.
“Woah, nice! You think we can get her to join our Occult club? It’s only you and me now, it’d be pretty cool to have a new member.” A-ya started speaking quickly, excitedly bouncing his foot up and down. He was so adorable.
“Sure, I don’t mind.” I said, although I didn’t like the idea of A-ya getting close with anyone that wasn’t me. I’d just have to stay around them and make sure I’m still A-ya’s favorite. Anything that would make him smile was worth it, but if that girl tried anything I couldn’t promise her fate would be less than an extremely painful, fatal one.
“I’ll go ask her about it, wait here.” I said, getting out of my chair. A-ya’s expression softened, eyes crinkling at the corners in gratitude. He was still pretty awkward and didn’t have any social skills, so it was up to me, his best friend C-ta, to speak for him.
I walked over to the girl and tapped on her shoulder gently. “Mind if I sit here?” I asked, gesturing to the open seat. The girl smiled, waving her hand slightly.
“Not at all.” she said, marking her book and placing it on the table’s surface. I nodded gratefully and sat down, eying the book.
“So, you like occult stuff too?” I asked nonchalantly, putting on my ‘charming guy’ charisma. The girl introduced herself as D-ne and assured me that she did find an interest in the occult. It seemed the waitress B-ko got her interested in it after seeing someone else reading a book about it in the shop. I grit my teeth slightly, trying not to show my fury. A-ya was the one who always brought that book in, which meant B-ko had been pining for him for far longer than I liked.
“I see, how interesting.” I turned around and pointed back towards the table A-ya was at. “My friend over there, A-ya, and I have an Occult club. We were looking for some new members, if you’re willing to take some time out each week to discuss urban legends.”
“I’d be glad to join, if B-ko can join too, that is.” D-ne said, smiling over at B-ko who was watching us from afar. I kept the smile plastered over my face, offering a small “okay” in response, even though everything was not okay, not in the least.
“Alright, do you mind meeting me at the book store by the mall a few blocks over to discuss the meeting times and all? A-ya can come if he’d like as well.” D-ne said, smiling over at A-ya who had finally decided to look up from his cold coffee.
It was then that I made my most fatal mistake. I agreed to meet D-ne and, much to my dismay, A-ya couldn’t come along because he had a test the next morning and had to study that night. I met with the purple-haired girl around 7:00pm and we talked for a bit, but it became obvious that something about her was off. It was when D-ne asked to take a walk and I found myself in an alleyway that I knew I had messed up, big time.
“C-ta, you know, I feel we’re alike in a lot of ways.” D-ne began, leaning against the wall by the entrance of the alley. “You and I both struggle for the affection of people who will never, ever love us.”
“My, where did you get such an idea? A-ya and I are just friends, of course.” I assured her, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. D-ne laughed, walking up to me.
“Of course, of course. Friends, as in, you love him but he doesn’t love you, right? You’re too scared to admit it in fear he’ll push you away, right?” D-ne placed her hands on my shoulders, staring me down.
“You want him to keep on needing you, right? Even though he doesn’t anymore?”
I shoved D-ne away, crossing my arms angrily. “You don’t know anything about me. Sorry, I’d better be getting home, and A-ya and I aren’t really ready for new club members anyways. See you, thanks for coming out here.” I growled, shouldering my way past the girl. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower back and saw stars and the sky as I landed heavily on the ground, groaning in pain. “What the hell–” I started, eyes widening in fear as D-ne met my gaze. Her eyes were bloodshot, but rather than the usual white surrounding her iris the entire eye was black, her pupil turning a blood red.
“C-ta, it’s been a pleasure knowing you, and I do regret doing this since I believe we both are very similar. You know the saying though – opposites attract, likes repel. Sorry for you, but I haven’t had dinner yet, and I’m just about starving.” she cooed, laughing loudly into the echoing alleyway.
I had seen it in the news earlier this week; there was a large increase in the amount of murders in this area, and each and every body they found was mangled and torn apart. A horrible, gruesome death to die. I struggled to get to my feet and started running as fast as possible, only to be launched into the air again with a powerful kick from the monster chasing me. I heard the structure behind me creak and looked up, watching as pillars of steel came raining down, just before I blacked out.
It was an emergency, the doctor who had saved my life kept assuring everyone. He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t have to, but I would have died if he waited any longer. I wanted to throw up, rid myself of all the organs and blood and guts that had been forced inside of me. I was alive, but I was living with the remains of a monster stitched to my soul. I secluded myself in my room in A-ya and I’s shared apartment. A-ya kept trying to get me to open the door for the whole day, telling me I had to eat something, but eventually gave up and slipped a few snacks under the door jam, mostly just crackers since that’s all that would fit. I wouldn’t tell him what would happen or speak at all, so A-ya had to watch the news to find out the details of the 'accident’, as they called it.
I lifted a cracker to my mouth and almost threw up at the taste. It was like eating sandpaper, wet cardboard, and scissor blades all at once. I spit it out hurried to and climb into bed, chalking it up to my nerves still wired from the recent events. The next day, though I felt it. The hunger. I couldn’t eat the crackers, the salt tasting like chalk instead, but the hunger persisted. A-ya was also being very persistent, threatening with everything he could think of to get me to open the door. I was scared. During the night I had woken up screaming from a nightmare that plagued me, a nightmare that I, too, was now a monster like that girl. I knew deep down what it would take to sate my hunger, but I wouldn’t let it get to that, not now, not yet.
After the second day came A-ya was begging and pleading to be let it, promising he’d help me. I, on the other hand, was barely holding myself together. I could feel the bile in my throat alongside the burning sensation, the want to let my best friend in and smell his pulse, to tear him apart. So, I kept myself locked inside.
By the third day A-ya threatened to call the police. I weakly slid my hands under the door, letting our fingertips touch, silencing the other boy.
“C-ta,” A-ya said quietly, voice stern, “let me in now.” He sounded strong, forceful, but I could hear the fear shaking slightly in his throat as he spoke. He was scared as well, but he didn’t know that there was much more to be afraid of on the other side of the door than just my well being. So, he left.
Day four was the breaking point. I sat curled up in a ball in the corner of my room next to my bed, breathing heavily as I tried to gnaw on my own lip to sate the horrible, clawing pains resonating through my entire being. The apartment had been quiet the whole day, and A-ya had stopped coming to the door. I can’t remember how I got through the day, but I do remember the excruciating pain and the terrifying thoughts that ran through my head, possessive wants and dangerous needs.
Day five was the end. Everything is still a blur, and I can’t remember exactly how I managed to open the door and stumble out into the apartment at 2:00am into A-ya’s room, but I did. I don’t remember what was going through my mind at the time, but I do remember the startled scream, the choked out “C-ta”, the feel of wet under my hands, and taste of his flesh. I remember the vacant look in his eyes, but I also remember the forgiveness. I remember the pain in my chest that had replaced the pain in my throat, the guilt and sadness and self-hatred swirling around as I tried desperately to piece back together all the things I had broken. He tried to speak with his clawed-out throat, unable to form words, and instead settled on a sad smile that said “it’s okay,” “i still love you,” “you should have just told me.” I couldn’t have. I held him and cried until I felt A-ya go cold, the weight of my sins resting in my arms. Anyone, anyone but him was what I wished for, but fate has a cruel way of twisting your wishes and warping your words.
Day six was when I ran away, and the day I became a monster once and for all.
ガタン ゴトン 刃渡り数センチの不信感が 挙げ句の果て静脈を刺しちゃって ああまるで夢を見ているような誰か海を撒いてはくれないかwow 行き先はどうしよう ちょっと私服じゃマズイかな Click, clack,On top of everything else, a sharp blade of distrust stabs into a veinAh, it’s as if I’m in a dreamPlease, someone, sprinkle the ocean over mewow, where am I gonna go? Maybe wearing plainclothes won’t cut it.wow that kinda made sense until the last line
