おかあさん

ukina from tokyo ghoul indie roleplay blog {sideblog} written by; elfie-sama

[hinamie]

I draw her too much but I love her so its Ok

[tokyoghoul-caps]

[shouty-y]

we’re totally the same!!

[artb0iii]

I like Eto’s exposed kakuja

[awfulmachinations]

The nature of living after the flood is one of decay. The walls shuddering / the damp creeping in / a cough settling deep in your lungs. So much for purification. So much for absolution. Everything is born-again & already rotting. The nature of living after the fire is eyes red & burning. No voices / no words / no speaking. Our throats too heavy with the weight of the smoke we swallowed to survive The nature of living after the end is an endless wandering / a body searching / a body turning wasteland. The lines that shouldn’t be crossed have been carelessly abandoned / pale scars across the earth / & no one watches where they step anymore.

Madeleine Christie, THE NATURE OF LIVING (via vespairs)

[saikorashii]

X

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mckenzie-xxx-deactivated2014120]

Maybe I do deserve all the pain I’m in.

(via mckenzie-xxx)

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nezineko17:

request

Eto

「おと～～さん♡」

[svmeragi]

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a-ogiri:

“Come on! You don’t have time!”

[ukinx]

@rose-traurigkeit

They get to the car and Kanae doesn’t know what to say.

He hands Ukina her fare and looks rigidly ahead.  She probably wants privacy.

“Would you like it if I.  Uh, left you in here by yourself for a while?” he asks, suddenly.  “I mean, at least in this stage of your life we both eat the same thing, but I imagine it must be… awkward…”

He feels bad for kidnapping her.  …And Master Mirumo is probably not going to care.  There is no consistency around this place.  There’s a servant’s handbook, there are rules that are stated as very important, but then nobody follows them and the guy in charge doesn’t even enforce them so much and at the end of the day it often as not turns into Kanae and his fears trying to herd people into safer practices.

Well.  He and Aliza can certainly bring her back and see what Master Mirumo says.

Ukina shook her head gently. “N-No. I should be okay. She’s desperate at this point.” The woman gave a nervous laugh and sniffed the meat. It smelled metallic, like how blood had always smelled. But for some reason that metallic scent was attractive.

She took a deep breath and bit into it. No chewing, she just swallowed the bit whole. The flesh slid down her throat with ease and the taste was mild. Nothing like how she had thought it to taste. Kuzen always prepared it for her, ever since that incident. When it first happened, when she first decided to eat for Eto, she was so hungry, so desperate, so determined that the taste was irrelevant. The focus numbed her pallet and she couldn’t recall what it had tasted like. But now, she was beginning to remember.

One bite turned to two, three, four, until the entire parcel was devoured. Ukina licked her lips and looked down at her hands. The blood that coated her hands made her cheeks flush and the embarrassment began to settle in. She quickly wiped her hands on her jeans and hoped to rid her mind of the image. 

“Thank you.” She croaked. It wasn’t as bad, taste-wise, as she had expected. But being around strangers made her feel like a fish in a bowl. But it was over for now, and Eto could be satisfied for a while. “I owe you.”

[musiisms]

                       {   there is nothing left of you                             I can see it in your eyes                             sing the anthem of the angels                                            and say the last goodbye.   }          ;;

[rosenfreude]

The woman’s eyes watched the glazed piece of meat in front of her. Before the pregnancy, seeing something like a chopped up limp or copious amounts of blood would’ve made her stomach uneasy. But since Eto, it – while never really appealing – was what she craved the most.

Ukina nodded hesitantly. “Good, thank you.” How did this work? Did she just… reach out and take it? Was there a specific order in which to receive donated limbs for a ghoul? She certainly didn’t want to come off as rude, but then again it might’ve already been too late for that.

“S-Say, is there any chance we could go somewhere to sit down and eat it? I’m still not fully accustomed to eating in public.” 

While the young woman doubted the ghouls would trust her enough to follow to another location, she figured it was worth a shot to ask. No plans to report them to the CCG were a thought in her mind. Hell, she’s just as “guilty” as they are in the eyes of the CCG. But perhaps there was a restaurant for ghouls, or just a house that was vacant that she could use to sit down and feel somewhat human in her abnormal survival tactics.

Kanae and Aliza look at each other. 

“We have to finish packing this up,” Kanae explains.  He has a sudden thought.  “Why don’t I finish things here and Aliza can take you to the car?” he asks, pleasantly. 

“N-no, well, you’ve already got the…” Aliza says delicately, eyeing Kanae’s kagune around Aliza’s ankle.   She arranged the sentence around saying leash, but couldn’t quite bring herself to say that out loud.

“Of course,” Kanae says.  He looks back at Ukina.  “…Shall we?"  He looks suddenly at his hands; starts to wipe them on his jacket.  Aliza hands him a wet rag from the suitcase, and he thanks her, uses that instead.

"Kanae; pleased to meet you,” he says, offering a, hmm, cleaner, hand to shake.

[ukinx]

Their car? Was it truly the safest thing to venture off with ghouls in the dark? No. Not because they were ghouls. That made it seem prejudice. To wander off anywhere after dark with a pair of strangers didn’t seem like a good idea -- ghoul or not. But her tired, aching feet cried out from beneath her laced shoes. Her ankles were beginning to swell after a long day on her feet. She wasn’t too far along in her pregnancy, but the weight was beginning to pack on and her body was beginning to adjust for the oncoming growth of a child.

“Alright.” She said softly, with some reserve to her words. Kuzen wouldn’t think highly of this idea. Ukina, herself, wouldn’t even really think this a good decision on her part. But it seemed as if Eto was behind the steering wheel in this situation. Ukina needed a seat. And a meal. And while Kuzen was helpful, preparing the meal as tastefully as possible, Eto needed it straight from the source.

The human side of the woman shuddered the think of such a thing. But the growing ghoul in her womb begged for raw flesh dripping with fresh blood, still warm to the touch as if you could almost feel a pulse. Eto was in charge. And her hunger would only grow more fierce in the months to come. Ukina would need to work hard at controlling this. She would need to be more prepared; Less desperate.

 When the lavender-haired fellow offered her his hand, Ukina quickly shook it and bowed her head in respect. For some reason she felt the need to show respect to the young man. He musn’t be too much younger than herself, but after the kindness -- no -- mercy he showed her it was the least she could do. 

“Ukina.” The words were gentle and wavering. He already knew her name, but it only felt right to return the gesture. With a simple nod, the young woman signaled her readiness to follow.

[dreaonzagle]

grief is such a quiet thing. it digs into your very bones and stays to rest. sometimes it disturbs you as it shifts in its sleep. sometimes it wakes up and it’s like nothing’s changed.

excerpt from #moderngriefproblems by Drea Onzagle | grief book (via susanpevensy)

[wnq-music]

She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

Tom Waits  (via wordsnquotes)

[myeongdo]

눈

[ukinx]

He wanders into the cafe. He sits down at one of the empty tables, his violin case at his side. He peers at the menu and smiles at the listing for the coffee. (This may not be my RP blog, but I do have a TG OC, I would like to rolaplay with you )

Ukina allowed her eyes to follow the stranger as they plopped themselves down into a seat. She smiled, quickly grabbing her notepad and gliding her way over to the customer.

 “Hello and welcome! My name is Ukina, can I get you anything today?”