Haise Sasaki ☆ Tokyo Ghoul: re eps 18
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Haise Sasaki ☆ Tokyo Ghoul: re eps 18
❝ Every night I dream you're still here, the ghost by my side, so perfectly clear. When I awake, you'll disappear back to the shadows with all I hold, dear. ❞
MIDNIGHT BINGES INDUCE IMPULSIVE DECISIONS &&. with such give this post a tiny like or better yet !!! a reblob if you would be interested in interacting with the tiny cat gremlin YUGI TSUKASA from JIBAKU SHOUNEN HANAKO-KUN !!! ( VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED . . . )
If you want to curse anything, curse your own weakness.
so jibaku shounen hanako-kun huh ???
Sasaki Haise ✩ Episode 7
‹ 𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐊𝐈. › ― ❛ HE ‚ WITH POMEGRANATE LUNGS &&. ICHOR 'PON HIS LIPS.
‹ 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄. › ― ❛ O' VIRTUE &&. A DOVE'S WING, WHAT ARTIFICIAL SALVATION.
Happy holidays to everyone whose holiday isn’t what they want it to be. whether it is illness, poverty, distance from loved ones or something else that’s making things tough for you this year, i hope that you can find peace and warmth. i hope that your year will end and start on a brighter note
DON’T underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for the people I love.
❝ Every night I dream you're still here, the ghost by my side, so perfectly clear. When I awake, you'll disappear back to the shadows with all I hold, dear. ❞
❛ ― ACHIEVE NOT WITH THE SQUAD , BUT BY YOURSELF . ❜
*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧・゚ — holiday ask meme ! — ・゚✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *
send 🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together .
send 🌿 for our muses to be caught under mistletoe .
send ⛄️ for our muses to build a snowman together .
send ❄️ for our muses to be caught indoors due to a snowstorm .
send 🛩 for your muse to surprise mine by making it home for the holidays .
send 🍪 for our muses to bake cookies for santa together .
send 🎁 for my muse to try & guess what yours got them for christmas .
send 🙈 for our muses to stay up waiting for santa .
send 🥶️ for our muses to warm up by cuddling close to a fire .
send 💝 for my muse to give yours a handmade gift .
🔪 from rize uwu
Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.
REVERENT IS THIS CHILD, INNOCENT &&. NAIVE, trusting, it’s a fools endeavour &&. he should have HEEDED those words novels so often enounced for him but OH how’s he’s PROVEN that This FATE was always his to retain.
FEAR pools upon his chin in opalescent droplets, TEARS &&. SWEAT &&. TERROR. to WRITHE pleading for preservation but be met with NILL but BARBARITY for she now, beauteous &&. ethereal, from a world not his own, is of GNASHING TEETH &&. profanities abundant.
( … should i cry ? ? ? )
he remembers each impact, curled palms battering against an arched spine, quaking, WAILING; please stop, please stop !!! &&. cries for mercy befall his lips before even he is so fortunate as to bear witness to them; warm &&. salty, anguish runs in ceaseless rivulets … HE WAS GOING TO DIE ! ! !
hasty nails DIG into pliable flesh, the boy’s head TILTED backward. he can smell BLOOD, he can TASTE blood ! ! ! this was what DEATH felt like … he’d only ever read of it’s excruciating encompassment but as his vision flickered, as he meandered precariously close to unconsciousness he realised one thing … this pain … there was nothing poetic within it … only the overwhelming pace at which it enveloped him.
❝ why … . why are you doing this ?! ❞ THEY ARE NO WARRIOR’S COMMANDMENTS, no, rather then wavering whimpers of a child , so thick with dread that they’re almost inaudible. how … how had things come to this…
Kaneki and Hide being actual dorks ( •⌄• ू )✧
She’s staring at him from the far end of the Re cafe, eyes filled with hurt. Shini knows he doesn’t remember who he is, yet the desire to walk up to him and embrace him lingers. He’s with the rest of his ‘new family. She misses him dearly, as does everyone else in her circle. So instead, Shini buys him a coffee and has Touka take it over, having Yomo make it just how Kaneki drank it back when he was himself.
REMINISCENCE OF THAT WHICH HAS NO NAME, nor does it dwell within realms of clarity, fragmented &&. nebulous. it is to remember a place but be unable to place its name, to hear the whisper of a name upon the lips of another but the face to which it belongs being indefinite . . . it has him uneasy, despite the seemingly content smiles that curls his lips.
( he doesn't want them to know, he wants to protect them from that SELF. )
KEN KANEKI . . . self reprimand tells him he should not need to know, that their worlds are no longer tethered together, that he was, infact, HUMAN; even without veracity, he was an INVESTIGATOR, the two were but a monochromatic contrast. If KEN KANEKI was the darkness, dwelling in a world which made HUMANS tremble with trepidation then HAISE SASAKI was the LIGHT, salvation, a protector . . . that was what made them so vastly different.
pallid hands cup his cheeks, allowing his focus to drift, now HEARING &&. SEEING his present, not captive to those thoughts that pervaded &&. consumed as so often they did. at first, he did not notice them, did not notice her but, politely, does he accept touka's offering. his smile softens but his gaze is unsettled, wary, then it shifts, finding a transient respose in Shini's own. ( he cannot place this feeling of disquietude, no, perhaps, he does not want to. ) sasaki raises his hand, a genial wave, appreciation, thankfulness, nothing more &&. nothing less, as he is reprimanded by shirazu for sleeping on the job. it's met with a brisk apology, sheepishly running his fingers through soft locks . . . he meets his own reflection in that brew for a moment &&. feels his heart skip a beat . . . because he could have sworn that which he saw, if only for the briefest of moments was not his own.
. . . IT HAD BEEN THAT OF KEN KANEKI . . .
all kaneki wanted was to be cared for by someone, to be wanted by someone !!!
i used all my energy to make that promo . . . now i coma.