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I am the killer of people You look like a meatball I'll throw away your toothpick And ask for your giveness
Send me ♡ for an aesthetic of our muses: Tsukiyama x Rize @xtokyoshinjuu
tsukirize? ;o;
Countless dinner party invitations paid off when Rize finally accepted Tsukiyama’s offer to join him for a night at his renowned ghoul restaurant. Her one condition was for him to keep in mind that she was only willing to come along in order to get him to stop pestering her so much. This was simply to be a one time engagement.Tsukiyama had so graciously saved her the best seat in the house, one where she would be closest to the action to properly enjoy such a gory show. Yet still, Rize found the display of a scrapper tearing tonight’s dinner limb from limb to be utterly dull. It was always much more fun to hunt and kill for herself. However, she had to admit that Tsukiyama heir was certainly a charismatic MC and lovely dinner company. They spent their evening discussing literature and the other guest’s tacky outfits over their freshly slain meal. Perhaps she would allow him to take her out again sometime. But only if she got to choose the next location.
[send me a ship (with or without a prompt) and I’ll write a mini fic/headcanon for you]
Rating: G Relationship: Kamishiro Rize & Tsukiyama Shuu Words: 1010 Summary: It was merely a conversation between friends over coffee, the same as always.
Or, in which frenemies snark and bitch at each other lol.
Tsukirizekane + romantic evening in the cafe ♥
Kaneki - me
Rize - porfirogenetofik ♡
Tsukiyama - hehenyek mentally~
I like to HC that Tsukiyama only knows beginner level French and is just that one asshole that likes to act as if he's an expert because he knows that orange juice is jus d'orange But when he tries to impress Rize, she fucking runs laps around him w her language expertise (HC she learned it for more literature to read) And ever since, Tsukiyama has hated her
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(sentence prompt thingy) "Do you have to a pretentious bitch all of the time?"
You didn’t specify a fandom so I just picked one ;w;
'Do you have to be a pretentious bitch all of the time?' Tsukiyama snaps, his patience finally worn through.
Rize’s eyes flash, her lips curling into a sneer of disdain. ‘And do you have to be such a pompous asshole?’
The gourmet draws himself up to his full height, glowering down at her. ‘I know you think you’re so much better than everyone else, but maybe for once you could step out of your little ego-bubble and pay attention to the people around you.’
'Ha!' Rize is unperturbed by his attempt to intimidate her and steps even closer, glaring up at him. 'You’re one to talk. So which one are you in this metaphor, the pot? Or the kettle? And where’s all your fancy languages now? Not going to curse me out in Italian or whatever the hell you’ve decided is suitably ridiculous for you?’
He resists the urge to grab her, to let the anger coursing through him take over, to release his kagune and skewer this unbearable woman to the wall. God but how he hates her. He hates her, he hates her. The way she laughs at him, the way she belittles him, the way she cuts straight through his defences and strikes right at his core.
'What's the matter?' Rize smirks and reaches up to pinch his cheek sharply between her nails. 'Ghoul got your tongue…?'
He grabs her by the shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh, hard enough to bruise. Rize doesn’t even flinch, dragging her fingers up along the side of his face and around to the back of his head, curling them at the nape of his neck.
Yes, he hates her. But as she pulls him down to kiss him in that fierce, hungry way she approached anything she wants, he knows he is also entirely under her spell.