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King Bileygr

@ask-sekigan-no-ou / ask-sekigan-no-ou.tumblr.com

Indie Kaneki Ken ask blog.
"I am the one eyed king."
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(((Any salvation for Tsukiyama...? At least a nice long talk with him would be great.....Not denying Touken, as it was so easy to predict it will be canon from the very beginning (don’t agree about it all together but I am not the creator and I respect Ishida-sensei’s writing and don’t hate Touken ether, I think its cute but don’t agree how it went down....its so twisted tbh.....I guess that’s TG.) but Tsukiyama deserves that much from Kaneki. Feel like he is being used by Kaneki in so many levels and its not healthy for him....I hope he seeks his own happiness and stop trying to win over Kaneki’s affection cuz apparently its not happening no matter how hard he tries. I was seeing some of his face while he was talking to Touka about Haise and I done busted up in tears..... He lost everything because of Kaneki.....wtf man....talk about unfair. I am dropping this series as a creator, but I will see it through to the end as a reader. Will be posting some rap ups here for at least Conversation with the Crossbreed but after that I will log out and never return.)))

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Happy 5th Anniversary Tokyo Ghoul!

Did a little speed painting video…..Amazing piano cover by Animenz (original video here)

It might be a lot louder then I intended so please watch your volume. Sorry.

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Chrysanthemum

@ask-sekigan-no-ou

Time gave him a countless amount of minutes and seconds to think, to grieve, to harbor bitter sentiments and swallow down his own pride. Three of the four were not accustomed to someone like himself. Tsukiyama was a man born into wealth and a society built on self-reliance; he did not ask for help when it was desperately needed nor did he take well to sleeping in beds that were not his own. His hands smoothed across the top of sheets, gripping and twisting into the material like a lifeline, an attachment to the present world intended to keep him grounded. His feet were never fully planted on the earth though. Floating somewhere between narcissism and unmeasurable grandiose, he soared above the rest until figurative wings were plucked, tearing him down from the skies.

He hated this, this life. More often than not, he hated himself, but as much as Kaneki Ken as stolen from him, indirectly or directly (Did it matter at this point?), Tsukiyama couldn’t bring himself to hate him. His self-loathing only weighed heavier on his chest when he paused to think about it.

Somewhere downstairs he could hear Kirishima and Yomo busying around the café, probably to prepare for the morning rush. It was a Monday, after all. People heading off to work sealed a part of their early day to indulge in a cup of coffee, not an adequate breakfast for humans he was told, but at this point in time, he couldn’t bring himself to care about a stranger’s well-being. Those outside of his small circle were not deserving of a passing glance. It wasn’t within his personality to be closed off from social settings, the last few years had revoked that quality of himself. He missed it.

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