TimeandFlowers

Hi my name is DeeDee, or Dee. I go by she/her and my blog is 18+. This blog is not intended for minors with the themes that I will be writing on it. This is my safe space and I am not here to create a safe space for you. If I find out you are underage then I will be blocking you. I do not follow reblog karma. I will try to follow it for yourselves, but don’t worry about reblogging memes or anything from me, just do so liberally. Anything else important that you need to know you will find in my rules.

I work in a school environment throughout school terms. I work full time, and although I finish before 3pm and have the weekends off, my job is really stressful and can cause me to not spend time online. I will most likely be online during the weekend - but there are other things that also take my time. Roleplaying isn’t a job, it’s a hobby, and the only thing I priortize above my time working is my boyfriend. 

My current active fandoms are My Hero Academia, Dead by Daylight and Fruits Basket. The muses that I have in these fandom are all available for memes and starters. However I will accept memes for other fandoms too - these are just the ones that you can expect faster responses for.

Main muses at the moment are:

Shirakumo Oboro (BNHA)

Kayama Nemuri (BNHA)

Himiko Toga (BNHA)

Kate Denson (DbD)

Jeff Johansen (DbD)

Susie Lavoie (DbD)

Rin Yamaoka (DbD)

Sally Smithson (DbD)

Sohma Kagura (Fruits Basket)

She was right. The flesh of humans and other ghouls did little to help. Ghouls helped more than humans did. They stopped his deterioration for a limited amount of time. But he had to continue to eat to actually keep it stopped. His kagune ate him if it didn’t have food. He had to feed it constantly. Letting it feast helped more than him eating food, but it only helped slightly more.

It was definitely her flesh that stopped it for longer periods of time. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten beyond the target. He couldn’t even remember last week. And a few days ago was merely a fog now. 

Her flesh stopped it. The more he ate, the longer it stopped. But it never stopped forever. Her flesh kept him alive. Part of him knew this. While he didn’t remember how he got the way he was, he knew that she was the reason he was. 

Noro swallowed hard. He waited until he was sure her arm was at least halfway formed before he decided to actually do what he was told. He had to make sure she was healing before he ate this.

He brought the arm to his mouth, the scent filling his nostrils. He didn’t fully remove his mask. He didn’t feel comfortable fully removing it with the door to the office unlocked. 

Noro opened his mouth to take a bite. Teeth dug into still slightly warm flesh, slipping easily through it, and crunching through bone. What blood was in it flooded his mouth as his teeth pulled at muscle and skin. 

Food was always better warm, but he didn’t care. He had wanted to make sure she was okay before he even touched it.

                It tasted good. 

Swallowing what was in his mouth, he noticed her smile. She was happy. He let out a silent sigh. 

As long as she was happy.

Of COURSE she was happy. That was all that she wanted. For him to eat. Her flesh was succulent and provided him with more than he would need for a while.                       At least for now they will be able to                       relax knowing he won’t lose any more                       of his memories. “Well done, Oto-san!” She stretched her arms - one still growing back so comically shorter than the other. She was absolutely GRINNING as she eyed Tatara. At least she knew how to get what she wanted. Noro was, indeed, wrapped around her pinky finger.

         “We can’t have the community finding out about the         two strongest ghouls fighting.”

Even though Haku was technically one of those. Even if very few knew it.

        “We also can’t have you two maiming each other.         Think of the chaos. How many ghouls would try to         take over your territories if you’re hurt?”

Haku was right. They didn’t need the entirety of the ghoul community trying to fight for their territories if one of them got severely hurt. Uta let out a sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

                “Yes, yes. You’re right.”

He pulled his mask from his face, putting it away once more. As dumb and innocent as Haku liked to pretend to be, he was actually smart. 

        “Thank you.”

Haku then looked over at Eto, waiting on her reaction. She had to know he was right. They didn’t need that. The Aogiri was strong. But were they strong enough to fight the majority of the ghoul community?

Oh. Poo. How disappointing. Yes, she knew very well that Haku was RIGHT. It wouldn’t do either of them very good should their fighting result in serious injury -- or DEATH. (On Uta’s behalf.) Aogiri was strong and she had every belief that Noro and Tatara could DEAL with any threats. However, anyone that hurt her would have to deal with the wrath of her father figures.

              “I suppose for once you have a point.                                 PUPPY.” Uta wasn’t the only one that had a nickname for Haku and she certainly wasn’t going to let her ‘ rival ‘ go without knowing that. He could rile her up but she could CERTAINLY do the same back to him.

             “I don’t like you two trying to kill each other.”

Haku let out a sigh, reaching his hand up to run it through his hair.

                        “I agree. Where’s the fun in that? Why stop now?”

            “Because. If you continue to fight, I won’t be around             either of you.”

                        “You can’t be serious.”

            “Oh, I’m serious alright. I don’t want to be around either             of you if you’re just going to try and kill each other.”

Uta blinked behind his mask before looking at Eto. Then back to Haku. Haku was serious. It was rare for him to go back on his words when he sounded that serious. Would he really avoid both of them if they continued to fight though?

That was... not what she expected. Haku warning if they didn’t stop trying to KILL each other then he was going to stop being around either of them. Sure, the warning was strong - and she was sure he was SERIOUS - but it was still a little disheartening.                   She really wanted to see Uta pay for                   all the fury that he caused within her.

Noro blinked as the arm was ripped off and tossed at him. He stared at the arm in his hands, the blood dripping from the end she’d ripped off. Ah.

He … didn’t like this. He didn’t like eating her. He was sure he had before. He was sure that he’d eaten her flesh. He couldn’t have lived this long without doing so. But he still didn’t like it.

He stared at it, then up at her. He watched as her arm slowly began to regrow.

Noro let out a sigh. He didn’t have a choice in it, did he? A hand reached up to push his mask up enough so that he could eat. Though, he didn’t eat it yet though. He was still hesitant.

She knew that he wouldn’t be HAPPY with it. She knew that he wouldn’t be happy with her. It was almost like she was MAKING him... yet it was for his very good.

Uta narrowed his eyes behind his mask. His hands clenched into fists. He wasn’t going to deal with her insulting him. 

Uta turned his head to the side, popping his neck.

He then moved to attack her …. only to have familiar face pop in front of him. Uta stopped abruptly, looking down at Haku, that hair with red streaks standing out so easily against his pale skin.

         “That’s enough.”

                Haku-kun.”

        “That’s enough, Uta. Eto. No more fighting.         Especially over me.”

Her bandages had all but fallen free from the quick and eratic movements from earlier. Her eyes dialated as she had tasted both Uta’s blood and from the rush of the fight.

Oh. He saw that look Uta had. Uta using his mask wasn’t exactly good news.

              “Ah. Should I intervene?”

Uta didn’t use his mask unless it was serious. Haku looked at Itori.

              “This might not go very well.”

Well, it wasn’t going to go well anyway, but Uta putting on his mask? It was serious.

The redhead sipped her wine and leaned backwards. Her hair slipped down her back as she tilted her head to the side at his question.

Shit.

She’d actually speared him. He jumped back, holding his arm. His arm dripped, blood rolling down and making soft plinking as it hit the concrete. 

Uta reached into his jacket to pull out a mask, pressing it to his face.

           “You proud of yourself, little birdy?”

He shook his arm. He healed fast. Not as fast as her …. but he still healed fast. He then straightened up, wiping what blood was left on his arm.

          “Why would he go after you, when he has me?”

“I think that - you need to -  ask Hakuseki-kun himself.”

           She smirked. She enjoyed knowing that she was FASTER            than Uta. Sure, he may go after her for sexual favours, but            she was NOT dumb enough to think that he didn’t go to Uta.                               She knew that he also had that Antique raven                        and Helter Skelter slut. Yet, that didn’t change                        things. He still urged and longed for her. He                        always would. It was the CURSE of being a                        Yoshimura. You CRAVED the strength of the owl.

          “They’re not going to kill each other. Uta’s smart enough           to run if he gets hurt enough. And Eto heals too fast to           die. Besides. How is this my fault? Uta was the one who           started this. I’ve done nothing but sit here. I’ve done           nothing today.”

Haku swung his legs where he sat, shoving popcorn in his mouth.

She tapped manicured and painted nails to her cheeks as she huffed and settled back to where she was observing the on-going fight.                   Haku WASN’T wrong. They weren’t going                   to kill each other. They weren’t that stupid.                   Eto had survived being cut in half and                   beheaded. There was very little that could                   destroy her. Uta wouldn’t be one of them.

Oh.

He quickly jumped away, trying to dodge the attacks as best he could. He just barely dodged a few of them. Fuck. He probably should have thought this out more. He just wanted to mess with her.

“Maybe if you called him a name he actually prefers, he’d stick around you more.”

He paid little attention to what she said. He knew that Haku wasn’t around her anymore. He was mostly around him anymore. He stayed at Uta’s and Itori’s. Where he was safe.

          “You really think he’s chosen you? You’re the one           who’s deluded.”

“Uh-uh-uh~ Did I SAY that~?” Oh, she did not SAY that he chose her. She just said that he had not given her up. Those two things did not mean the same thing. NOR did it mean that either of them were right. However, she was not going to admit that.

                “You want some popcorn?”

“Pop... Popcorn...”

She eyes the other with a look- was he really eating popcorn while his deranged LOVERS hashed things out? Itori’s eyes go white as she waves her glass of blood-wine that splashes around-

Uta quickly moved out of the way, knowing full well she would leave a gash in his face if he didn’t move.

           “My, my. Is the Owl losing her cool? What a pity.           Is this about my little fox?”

He knew exactly that he would hit a nerve with her. They were fighting over Haku. And he knew very well that was why she was lashing out at him. But Haku chose him. Haku was around him. He’d won. And he knew that.

          “Are you mad because he chose me?”

An EYE TWITCHED as she heard exactly what Uta was saying. He was stirring things and she wasn’t one to usually take the bait - but when it came to Haku she was easily swayed.

Noro looked down at her. He didn’t want to eat from her. She was his daughter. He loved her. He didn’t want to hurt her.

Noro let out a silent sigh before moving to sit down in the nearby chair. He at least could rest his feet a bit. 

           ‘ I don’t want to. ‘

They had to know he didn’t like the thought of it. He didn’t want her hurt. The thought of eating her …. he didn’t like it. Yeah, he’d do it as a last resort, and he knew he would, but that didn’t mean he liked the thought of it.

Oh. He didn’t want to HURT her? The Owl twitched as she moved her hand to her arm. Her fingers curved around her elbow and fingered around it... before-             - T E A R.