#noctiisdea

[s-urdi]

@noctiisdea liked for a starter !

    NICO grabbed the small egg-pan from beneath the sink and he set  it on the stove. he then walked slowly over to the fridge, with his bed-head  and all. he reached in the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs. he  couldn’t cook. at all. but.. he was going to try and get a sunnyside up egg if it was the last thing he could do. he put the pan in the center of the  burner and sprayed an oil spray on it, and put the egg on the pan, and turned it on. that was already bad, and he will probably burn it.

[investigxter-blog]

liked for a starter || @noctiisdea

     ❝ALEX, PLEASE ALLOW ME to help you with scavenging. I’d rather you didn’t do it on your own.❞ Mainly because he was worried, but he didn’t want to say he was. There was this innate fear that he would end up losing Alex one day due to CCG’s more aggressive movements and though that was probably paranoia speaking, he couldn’t really help how he felt. The thought...collecting human bodies made him uncomfortable and he would never feel anything else; however, for Alex, it was probably better than the alternative. He personally knew what eating ghoul flesh did to a ghoul. He’d rather such a thing did not happen to her.

     The power wasn’t quite worth it.

[viraqc]

          INNOCENCE STITCHED PRECARIOUSLY ON A SMALL SMILE as the girl kicks at a thin cardboard box of what looked to be leftover pizza. Knowing already the WRATH that Alex held against this made Erin quick to act & hide the object of risk under a furniture.     ❝ Heya. It’s a nice day outside, we should head out. ❞          // @noctiisdea

[whitejxker-blog]

Slender frame had laid on the white bathtub. His black, slevelees outfits, the gloves that covered up to his elbows, along with his snow white hair had been soaked underneath the body of water that filled the large container. Kaneki had enjoyed this moment of solitude as his body remained submerged under the clear. A slow, yet relaxed sigh had emitted from pale lips as optics slowly opened, grey irises gazing onto the ceiling. Feeling a familiar presence near him, a faint smile would plaster onto plush tiers without moving his head. The One-Eyed King was sure that Alex would ask what he was doing, laying in a bathtub full of water like this.

“It’s been a while...hasn’t it Alex?“

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[sofficecuore-a-blog]

@noctiisdea  ❤️️’d for a one liner !! 

“Y-You’re not...”        “ --- You’re not goin’ to turn me in, are you?”

[asdearchive-blog]

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       Nimble fingers worked crimson thread through a needle, careful not to prick fingertips or thumb lest Shuu wanted to be nursing a wound. It would be more a nuisance than a painful hindrance, having to constantly be wary of which hand to use while sewing and adjusting to avoid irritating his fingers further. Perhaps a thimble would benefit him in the long run after tiresome hours of threading and rethreading, but sworn to his own ways as a self-taught designer and tailor, he was too stubborn to change his habits. It shown in his disapproval of using a machine for embroidery or beading, believing only his hands and his hands alone were capable of delivering his art to perfection.

       “We’re almost finished,” he sighed, casting a worn smile to Alex’s reflection in the mirror. For the last few hours, Shuu had been detailing a dress, intricately sewing floral designs into the hemline. His vision was centered on red; those deep sultry hues accentuating his muse to her greatest potential. A beautiful rose garden of silk and chiffon. “Ma dame en rouge,” a soft utterance as hands smoothed over the rich fabric, “You are tired, oui?” Shuu shared the same sentiment, legs aching from kneeling upon the hardwood floor for far too long. He could only imagine how Alex’s feet must be wanting to be free of uncomfortable shoes and able to relax. It was tiring for the both designer and his muse.

       “Once I am done, you can rest until the next fitting… I will try not to keep you too long. A model needs her beauty sleep, after all.”

[golosi-blog]

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     ❝YEAH, THAT'S THE PLACE.❞ What an odd name for a club, but he supposed he heard worse. But ah, so this was the woman he saw then? He had heard good things about that place as of late, most going not only for the drinks, but to hear this little songbird too. What a pleasure it was to hear such a beautiful and clear voice in this city. Angelo could still see that smile blossoming upon red lips as she sang with such joy upon her face. ❝I admit, this place was a lot bigger than I thought when I first came here. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised...❞

     Since all the Twilight were shoved in here too. Although he was awkward when it came to genuine smiles, he offered her one---slight, but it was something and softened his features considerably. ❝I just started goin’, so it's no wonder you didn't see me. You look so into your singin’ though, I'm surprised you see anyone in there. It's like you're in a completely different world.❞

[whitejxker-blog]

"I'm still not sure what your goal was trying to get me to eat ghoul meat" she's still horribly bitter about such a thing, the look of discontent evident as she speaks. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's easy to lose any morality when you consume it? many ghouls lose what is left of them once they eat their own. Trust me, it wasn't a lot to begin with anyway"

Scarred hand had been placed above the metallic knob of a faucet, cold water running through the skin to wash the blood away. He would then place his head between the valve and the skin, washing away the same crimson liquid that had stayed on snow white strands along with his face. A shudder had emitted from the Kaneki’s pale lips. Slowly removing his head away from the sink, palms of slender hands would take in as much of the clear liquid before splashing onto his face. Slowly, optics had opened as grey irises looked onto the mirror, gazing onto his own reflection as droplets of water dripped through the ends of his hair. Turning the knob onto the faucet, the water had no longer ran.Walking around a dilapidated building on this long night, in which Kaneki he would around, the soles of his shoes clicking against the concrete floor, scattered with various shards of glass. Placing his shirt over his slender, toned frame before concealing his arms with his gloves, shoulders now bare, Kaneki would hear a familiar voice reach out to him. Turning around, grey irises gazed onto the feminine figure who had appeared from the shadows. It was as if an expression of resentment had plastered onto her face from the night the One-Eyed King offered himself to sate Alex’s hunger. “Even as a ghoul, I still had refused to eat humans. The only way to bring balance to this world is to rid of the ghouls who disrupt the peace that I am trying to very well establish, even if it does against my morals. I was hoping someone like you could really sympathize for someone like me. You really have changed, Alex. What happened to you?” An expression of sadness had been displayed onto his face as he walked closer to Alex. Grey irises had stared onto blue irises, nothing but silence now filling the abandoned building.