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                            Throws caution to the wind and does this anyway.                             Uh, I’ve over doubled my follow count on this lame                             OC and I wanted you guys to know I love you so                             much; and I appreciate everyday you put up with                             my lame ass okay. Uhm, you’re all very important                             to me, and I appreciate you all. Let me just.                                     touches everyone’s face;; [source] mihxel: You’re very important to me; Manon. You get extra brownie point for putting up with my angst/sad headcanons on a daily. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met, and I’m glad we know each other and we can share a main verse. You’re one of those people I talk to on a daily basis and its wonderful. o u o sjalfradr: Cam; I’ve known you for almost a year, and this is the longest I’ve ever spoken to anyone on here. You’re one of my best friends ooc; on par with Sydney and Shay but you already know that. Even if we don’t always talk everyday I know we’re there for each other and that pleases me more than anything. alxbrn: Jules, you’re very important to me too. I’m glad we’re friends, and you make me genuinely interested in soul eater; even if I don’t actually pursue it. I look forward to talking to you on a near daily basis, and I’m always here for you if you need. einfaltig: Hal, you’re a champ for putting up with my lame robot puns on skype. I’m glad we started talking about character misinterpretation because you’re a beautiful human being, and I’m lucky to have you in my life. Even if we sometimes don’t talk for days on skype. You and your Clear are perfect and no one can tell me otherwise. i-n-s-x-n-e: Waah FrostedJuice; you’re such a precious friend, and your characters are always wonderful. I like bugging you daily and I’m so glad I could drag you into the ZNT fandom with me. You’re very important okay. adiscipleoflight: I’m pretty sure you’re like the first death note blog I started talking to back on my old blog; so technically you’re the one who dragged me back into the fandom and I’m so glad you did because you’re such a wonderful friend. ;face touch. swordsinthesnowdrift: Best Near, and no one can stop me. Our AU is one of my favorites and I’m so glad we have it. You’re an awesome human being and I’m glad you’re around. many smooches.                             Other Hella people I like talking to/seeing on my dash                                          Bolded are some of my absolute faves                                              if I forget you I am sincerely sorry eru-dition; cagedsxngbird; enhxrmonic; agodandadreamer; fieryauras; cordiean; scythedd; inuare; bxkaku; mxido; rustandcinnamon; seragakx; placxbo; viridiorca; pxnstrokes; littlemonstxr; dxsgusting; torchwickx; hiistrio; reprehendit; romanticmxrder;  charismatic-commander; diffidentmemoir; mz-hxde; anxrchlst;  kxnneth; sawakool; cruentuus; ekiojo; gamemakxr;  eidetic187; millenniumbond; knightofsatellite; absqux; dxnamis; underxstood; naivne; challeure; miss-to-oh; yagami-raito-kun; blackbloodedcrona; commanderhermit;  hisfledgling; aravensflower; deathbyshootemup; quantumseraph;  quadruplecross; linesofsanzu; manipulativesociopath; crystallinetitan Okay I think that’s everyone again I love you all and I’m sorry if you feel forgotten on this thing. Omg. Touches everyone’s face.

Why did I have to be strong? Why did I have to shed blood? Why did I throw away my humanity? Why did I have to throw away my weakness? I shouldn’t have used an uncontrollable power.

So, I have been procrastinating on making one of these for so long. I’m sorry. Just like I procrastinate on my drafts to the point I’m pretty sure people have forgotten I exist. But alas, I am still here… Surprisingly. I never thought I’d keep this blog for longer than a week, to be honest. But it seemed I made it at the right time. Everybody kinda just suddenly appeared together and it was like we were some really weird, fucked up, cannibalistic family. I didn’t feel that worried or scared when I first joined and I’m glad I stuck at it, and I’m hoping I’ll continue to do so.

This is basically just to say thank you to everyone that has ever followed me, who has ever interacted with my Ayato, or even just spoken to me. You made me feel welcomed into a fandom I was apprehensive of joining. You’re all so amazing, so talented and wonderful. I really don’t deserve to be a part of it, but I’m happy I am.

{ my family ♥ }

kiryuzero; butterflyghoul; rxbbit; ukxkurxbbit; bxkaku; nebulaleporidae;  outxast; auxilixm; spraypaintpunk; ibridx; gxki; replicareflection

{ people I admire ♥ }

kanekikens; kanekithebastard; softspokenghoul; banjou-san; inuare; creepymaskvendor; gantaii; stoixism; orbislibratur;  nousagii; halfkill; goxrmet; cannibaling; kaneki-k; mangez-bien

{ the cuties ♥ }

cadiivus; fideliss; gxntai; fiiducia; shxchan; evenweave; acomedus; corpectus;  lethalis; lepxs; potentus; omacek; mondaixiii; caedesism; rarxs; aerium-pinna; fausciis; thrownoutbento; aogirimummy; artificixm; theproblemchxld

I tried really hard to keep it to one account and I probably failed so I’m sorry if you’re on here twice or something. But, really. I adore everyone I follow and if you’re not on here and we’ve interacted in some kind of way, then I’ve probably just accidentally missed you out because making these things make me so nervous that I’m gonna upset someone, omg. So I’m really sorry! However, tbh everyone I follow should be on here really. I love you all, bye.

Kaneki being a cutie patootie ;A;

“W-What on earth…” Youthful eyes grew wide in atonishment, mouth agape even though she held her breath. For the longest time she came to develope a fascination to see beautiful structures consumed by flames, but these kind of sights were not the kind expected to be witnessed in the concrete fortress that was Tokyo. She could rememember catching a glimpse of this building at least once or twice before, and now her absolute attention was upon it. Heartbreakingly beautiful architecture it certainly wasn’t, but still it had been enough to take her breath away, even if it was for just an instant. 

She approached, wanting to have a better look before authorities were most likely to show up. But how strange, why did the closer she get, the more she began to recognize a scent that permeated the air? It was’t smoke nor burnt wood and concrete, it was something way more alive, way more spine-tingling. It was the foul scent of blood and burning flesh. What a beautiful night.

Her trespass was left unhindered; the invitation was reticent, though unsettling and bordered upon anticipatory. Every second was a capricious gambit, and transpired with the licentious frore of a stalactite. For all of the ammunition of Fear with which the Terror would have emerged with, his dimmed, cimmerian study offered very little by means of obstreperous macabre.

                                                   I͘ s è͞ ͘͢e̕ y͡͝o̵͏u̸

There was no scent of rivalry. If there was any comparison, it was that of a failed experiment having been released from its shabby cage by the hand of another. Disrespectful and naive was the tone that this ungracious, capricious insolence found itself with.

                          I͘ s è͞ ͘͢e̕ y͡͝o̵͏u̸

                                                                Verbally, there was silence.

The thorned ring coiled in octuplets, as the fringes of Fear fabricated into immediate adjacency. Each, a low cadence — a dirge — spiritless and sombre in tuneless hymn, exuding forth a voiceless prayer for those who would suffer the extermination of their being by the tragic, horrendous hand displayed here. With these particular spines of death’s rose so nightmarish and terrible, they did indeed all fall down. Bubonic were the effects of this lethal dose… and without question, the remnants were still harboured deep within the confines of a body that did not deserve to, nor even should, retain a posture and grace of eloquence.

— ☮

        The curtains are closed, her kagune is flaming from her shoulder and the damned fly is buzzing around the room, annoying the shit out of her. The wing hardens, feathers becoming more prominent as shards fire from it to try and hit the fly. Instead, she hits the couch.

Every tread within this sacrosanct ceremony of subordination was laced with an appropriate caution; every word deciphered within its own merits, and every syllable a cryptogram into its truest meaning. There would be no reason, nor logic, behind the ghoul's youth’s inexplicable end, though security — by any stretch of one’s imagination — was far from occasioned.  

                                                                       What the ---  

            " W--WHat are you doing.. "

                                     That enough cleared any curiosity developed                                     prior    stuck upon those words, breath hitching                                    as she found herself entranced, l o c k e d into                                     those  oceanic  waves  that  dared  to  drag her                                    her down and pull her under.  Could f e e l the                                     heat  paining  the  hollows  of  youthful cheeks,                                     dotted sanguine, palpitations at an irregular rate                                    of rise and fall. Left absolutely b e w i l d e r e d. 

                                  ❝ My… Favorite author ?                                       That would e a s i l y be                                      Sen Takatsuki. Yours ? ❞

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

                                                   " R--Really? The literary style is delicate                                                      but the core has a strength and I'm really                                                      fascinated by the vague style of his work..                                                      I -- I'm surprised. "

Chaim here or Rinne-mun here!

I just wanted to thank all of you for your great support and putting up with my continuous negative and ridiculous shit that I pull off here and there.

This is probably the first fandom that I felt welcome in right off the bat. I had to hand it to mostly the Tokyo Ghoul Skype Chat I was in (and wish to be back in cause I left it for a few moments). Usually I would feel rather feel lonely in other fandoms because they were either too selective or they ignored me for better RPers. But you know … this is probably the nicest and welcoming fandom I’ve ever been in, and I’m happy. :’)

You know why Rinne is crying but smiling in the banner? Cause she’s thankful just as I am AND THAT THERE IS A RABBIT ON HER LAP. Thanks guys, I love all of you very much. /flings myself into all of your arms

「 Family 」

Also known as the Tokyo Ghoul Skype Chat group and people I like to thread/chat with. Not all of them are in here but mostly the people I’ve really gotten attached to and love very much. uwu Thank you guys for being my friends.

outxast / seviinsins ; toxka ; bxkaku / kuruxshi ; creepymaskvendor / thxsilentsmile ; superiorxty ; replicareflection / nxkis ; spraypaintpunk ; gxki ; nebulaleporidae

「 Fond Of 」

Friends, people I speak to occasionally, some I don’t speak to very much but I see on my dash from time to time, admiring how they work and everything. Basically the people I see around but have no courage to talk to unless they talk to me because they’re so amazing and awesome. So many, so not all may be on here!

innocent-light ; aerium-pinna ; corpectus ; caedesism ; bbbfl ; banjou-san ; caballxro ; cadiivus ; einfaltig ; evenweave / akushiitsuna / kobadariji ; excessiveadaptationsyndrome ; fausciis ; fideliss ; ghoulex ; ghoulfamily ; halfkill ; softspokenghoul ; mangez-bien ; inuare ; i-zamun / trustingpains ; kurotxdori ; sowaribxrd ; sobxkuna ; lethalis ; lepxs ; canusincendia ; missinformativeghoul ; magna-soror ; fiiducia / obsxrvant / reliictos (?) ; nousagii ; orbislibratur ; pallidums ; petiteperformer ; rarxs ; rxbbit ; stoixism / kxltherzig ; shslghxul ; theproblemchxld ; mondaixiii ; unbride ; viristellas ; tentaisenshi ; wickedepicurean ; goxrmet ; arata-kirishima ; xmyosotis ; zxmbiebxy ; uncannyseraphim ; kanekikens ; unbride

  Each silhouetted figure spreads the breadth of these lofted plumes of blackness ; with eyes closed they transcend the time of the ever-changing world . To be committed to a palace untouched by the molding hands of time . The sight does not faze her , A pale visage set a lit by the incandescent flames that flicker towards the sky ; nasal cavities expanding and sucking in the deathly smoke , eliciting a violent expectoration of saliva unto the rear of a tightly clenched fist , pressed to the cusp of thin cracked tiers . An unrelenting heat forcing back shielded frame ; luscious tears , having begun to pool in the corners of her eyes , trail made slowly across mounded pale flesh cast away in a millisecond of the aqueous solution , and it now causes for her to turn away from this forward facing position ; lungs evacuated of remaining destructive intruder . Clear , fleshy alveoli relish in this purified goodness , as does she , for all that has come to cause pain was gone ; dissolved in fight , purged in defeat & now scattered to no longer remain with her . Though in solitude before , a new found love for this loneliness comes to be embraced . A Chance to finally take on a new ——- Life ——- where none can harm her . Grateful in this way , lithe frame takes the side of the supposed leader , a guiding soul that had been goaded into this life of torture ——- of death . Unrelenting deadpanned expressionism crosses features , burning flint hued irises observe ; flickering light differentiating her from these long stretching shadows .

No derivatives. There were no heroic martyrs, nor glorious survivors to recount this tale through the eyes of the hopeful. Once you saw those distant, flickering flambeaux of one’s own funeral, that was it. The Pit laid its gape beneath one’s feet, and took its fill by the thousands. The eerie marshlands of poignant, speckled-azure flame, expanded across the blanche geography of the conquered landscape. Gritted pearls chafe amongst each other while his comrades’ words further gloom the ambience enshrouding this vindicated error. Darkened fogs with deluge like regrets penetrates any aliveness within his nous, only death becomes a repetitious covenant to his futures’ span. Head seems to drop low,  feet buried sin delves within the ground until he falls to his knees - draping sable tendrils to veil a tearful pride. Words utter through a choking breath soon following, and beaded sweat prolonged onto his visage - stained defeat with his tone atremble.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,  Taught by the heav’nly Muse to venture down  The dark descent, and up to reascend…

                                                                   " I'm sorry... " 

And what could be expected from the generation of Adam who had inflicted upon all the unforgivable and primeval sin? Questionable, doubtful was all that was connected to him and soon justice will be executed as prophesied aeons before the creation. His ungodliness will meet its inexorable end. And you, beloved angel, shall liberate yourself from all that he had done unto you. You shall demonstrate your mastery over those who have wronged Him.

  "Do they make robots look bad? I’m having a crisis, first I found  out I’m not related to Optimus Prime, now I find the world lacks robot poetry. Help me.”

    S--She was serious?  

The kind ghoul could not avoid the cry for help. 

                           " You could always try to write your own                              robot poetry? Even if you're not related to                              Optimus, you could always be related to                              The Terminator or Robocop. Hah ah... "

                               ❝It has been said, ‘time  h e a l s  all wounds.’                                    I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time,                                    the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them                                    with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But                                    it is never gone.❞

                                     Unable to recall last time she heard distinctive                                    timbre lull very s a m e thoughts would it ease                                     every  false  concern  and  second thought that                                     dared to cross mind. Ivory drapes covered cyan                                    iris while palms rounded the edge of the book                                     she had been carrying. Lids came to a s l o w                                         open  then  to  take  in Summer’s e c h o s of                                     cascading verdigris pools complimenting sun-                                    kissed complexion and peaked with roseate                                     labium. ( Someone just as educated as she.                                    Such a pleasant surprise should be lovely. ) 

They were fluorescent,  yet without apparent colour; instead, draining all else with an arresting formula to their composition which soundlessly conversations into the atmosphere insignia for the beholders of their craft to stay ; — and talk, to whatever higher powers had failed to shelter them, that they would never come to realise why.

          " Yeah, books are kinda my favorite thing.             The one thing that doesn't blame you when you choose sollitude.             You're here too. Does that mean you like them also. Who's your favorite author? "