#tousagire

[one-eyed-queen-eto]

@tousagire continued from here

That stiff smile on the younger woman’s face just made Eto even angrier, hands beginning to shake with barely-suppressed rage. Normally, she didn’t let her emotions get the better of her -- normally, she pretended she didn’t even have any to begin with. But this girl -- this bitch got under her skin just by existing. The shorter ghoul could feel her kagune and kakugan attempting to respond to her fury, but she at least remained enough in control of herself to prevent a scene of that magnitude from occurring in public. When she managed to speak without screaming, Eto’s words came soft and frigid.

“Did you enjoy being Kuzen’s REPLACEMENT DAUGHTER, Kirishima~?”

[powerfulhoes]

tousagire started following you

      “Mama~!” Ichika practically pounces on Touka as soon as she sees her. The child wraps her arms around Touka’s legs and makes it impossible for her to move. “Can we play now? Please~? I waited soooo long!”

[kuishnbo]

    “ oh my~ now look at all the mess you’ve made, chiassone.  no finesse at all, “  the thick scent of blood and death hangs thick and heavy in the air as tsukiyama draws closer to the carnage and beneath the half-moon mask covering his features, his lips are drawn up to a wolfish grin.  sclera bleed black, pupils going from violet to an eerie red glow and from his shoulder, the koukaku kagune is already winding ‘round his arm, sharpening to a lethal point before he ambles to a stop to take in the scene.  a mess is putting it lightly:  torn limbs, half eaten, are haphazardly strewn across the dirty alley, the girl hunched over the corpse of a man, torso ripped open sternum to belly, eager and hungry teeth ripping at the meaty chunk of whatever remains of the shoulder.  

his tongue wets his bottom lip, like a snake tasting the air and his nose wrinkles.  sweat and piss is mingled within the sweet odor of the blood and viscera tainting the surroundings and tsukiyama knows without even having to take a bite that this human would taste just a little too much like junk, like cigarette ash and coffee brewed too bitter and too long ----- unrefined and tasteless.  how crass.  how perfectly unacceptable on his turf. “ did i not make myself clear enough last time, hm? et dit-moi, where is your companion? “  / @tousagire