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deposse‌:

❛ UH HUH , it’s completely different from your usual color palette , i wanted to try something new this time . ❜ something NOT bright enough to physically hurt the eyes ——— the clothing this time is a little more diluted ; not DEVOID of all COLOR but certainly not as painful to look at unlike the kind that currently drapes itself over his body / an array of pastels that do not go well together . [ he DOESN’T CARE , not right now when he’s UNSIGHTLY to begin with , bangs brushed back & held in place by a BOW wrapped around his head . ] ❛ c’mere . ❜ hands stop their IDLE SEWING in order to approach opened door , palm grasping at the fabric that covers the other’s arm in order to COAX him in . ❛ i don’t have all day , i’ve got other stuff to make . ❜

❛ alright , got it. ❜ he always feels out of place here , even if he gets along well with both ramuda &&. suzuya , but he steps in regardless , setting his briefcase down at the door. ( he isn’t allowed to go anywhere without it , not that he ever would , with so many ghouls about these days. ) mutsuki removes his coat , rolling his sleeves to the elbows. it shows off countless scars , both self - inflicted from learning how to navigate the use of his knives &&. from other people , of various origins.

definitely not something he would normally wear / mutsuki usually prefers to don semi - formal clothing , dress shirts &&. the like , even in casual times , monotone or at least muted dark colors. he feels as though he always looks strange in ramuda’s aesthetic choices , but at least this time he won’t look like he attached everything in the candy store to his body directly. ❛ okay , bring it over , then. ❜

#deposse #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

[ @deposse ]

❛ you said you had something new you wanted me to try on ? ❜ he pauses at the door , not entering but leaving gentle knocks while he peers inside. ( it was already open / he hopes it’s okay for him to look in , that he hasn’t somehow overstepped his boundaries already. )

#( hi hi hi hi hi hi hi )#deposse #( TUMBLR FORGOT MY TAGS HOLD ON )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )#⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )

daevah-blog

nevermind im too lazy to make a promo like this for a starter

#( i got home like an hour and a half ago but my dad wanted to talk to me abt how racist he is :pensive: )#⸉ to be fair ╱ you have to have a very high iq to understand churning butter. ( ooc. )

[ @stitchcourse ]

he smells like blood , but he can hardly find it in him to care. it is the end of a long stretch of weeks ( is it the end ? it feels as though a certain nameless ghoul will appear again at any moment to return him to a dark , damp cave / mutsuki has to remind himself that torso is now dead ) &&. though he is certainly different , even he cannot fend off exhaustion forever. it is the dead of night ; he thinks hardly anyone in the ccg will be awake , &&. if they are , he really doesn’t care about that , either. ( he cares about one thing - one singular goal for which he shall strive in the future , if only to give him some light for which to wish. )

it is then that his eyes ( right , he lost his eyepatch in everything that happened / will need a new one now ) glance over the visage of one suzuya juuzou. he looks almost like a stranger to him now , though he should have expected he would be here to greet him. he isn’t sure suzuya ever sleeps. ❛ ah. you’re here. ❜ was his voice always so hoarse ? he can’t remember.

#( this reads so uneventful but like ...... mutsuki doesnt care about anything anymore :pensive: )#( or at least. finds it hard to care )#( his emotions are so fucked post-rue )#stitchcourse #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

nevermind im too lazy to make a promo like this for a starter

#⸉ to be fair ╱ you have to have a very high iq to understand churning butter. ( ooc. )

anyway since APPARENTLY EVERYONE (cough cough ishida and studio pierrot) HATE MUTSUKI AND HATE HIM HAVING ANY SORT OF DEVELOPMENT OR BEING UNDERSTANDABLE IN HIS ACTIONS, that means i have to take the fucking reins and come back here :pensive: ill probably make a promo later or something

#⸉ to be fair ╱ you have to have a very high iq to understand churning butter. ( ooc. )

KIDD MADE ME THINK ABOUT HOW ANGRY I AM AT SEASON 4 AGAIN SO HI IM HERE FOR A FEW MINUTES BEFORE BED AND IM FUCKING ANGRY, THE ENTIRE RUE ISLAND ARC GOT SKIPPED AND NOW MUTSUKIS JUST GONNA LOOK NUTS (AND CIS) THANKS TO THAT AND PPL ARE JUST GONNA HATE HIM BASELESSLY EVEN MORE THAN THEY ALREADY DO

me @ studio pierrot:

#⸉ to be fair ╱ you have to have a very high iq to understand churning butter. ( ooc. )

bitch.

oh. i just found the block button.

#lapined #( i dont remember my crack tag oops )#⸉ tell your secrets to your pillowcase ╱ scarred by the blade for life. ( inbox. )

redoved‌:

@daevah

❝ I DON’T THINK that would work, to LURE in a ghoul, you must make them feel safe, feel secure, and present them with something they’d RISK IT ALL for. The IDEAL MEAL, one they could only DREAM of. If we put them under the impression that they will walk out of it alive, then we have won. Isn’t that correct Mutuski-San? ❞

❛ yes &&. no. that’s right , but it isn’t the only way. food isn’t the only thing ghouls think about ; if that was it , it would be a lot harder to weed them out , since they only have to eat once a month or so. but , you can also lure a ghoul in the same ways you could lure a human. things in books &&. movies still work sometimes. you just have to be careful not to mistake the humans for ghouls. ❜

#redoved #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

reteriorate‌:

( & ) he’s got him just like that ! hook , line ( & ) sinker . he’d been expecting it , however , so it had hardly been much of a surprise ——— even so he can’t help but feel some form of relief / he just hopes mutsuki does not have a change of heart much like saiko had . ( she’d agreed to tag along ( & ) then , not even two hours later , cancelled on him without notice . he gets it , she doesn’t like leaving the chateau but she hadn’t needed to give him false hope . )

❛ it’s a date then . ❜ he means it in the most platonic sense , but he figures such wording needs no explanation when he’s made it evident time ( & ) time again that everything he says is spoken in some sort of jest . ❛ it’ll be nice to focus on something else for a change , something not work related . ❜

a date. a date ? his expression falls / for a moment he forgets to smile , to breathe while his heart skips a beat or five. he wonders if haise can feel his eyes on him , if he knows how such word choices , even if he makes his intentions clear , tug at his every waking moment with the thoughts of him. ( he wonders if haise realizes how cruel it is to drag him along like this ; he feels like a cat toy , attention paid only when it is convenient. perhaps he is overthinking his importance. ) his own thoughts give way to a bubbling anger , but he holds his tongue , considers opting out instead , pretending he suddenly does not feel well.

❛ yeah. ❜ he bites his lip until he tastes blood.

#( 'its a date' youre so fucking MEAN Ajdikhbvufg )#reteriorate #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

lifeinpoetry

My skin is a trauma.

My skin is testament and witness.

— Gabriella Torres, from “Mosaic,” published in The Wanderer

#⸉ you have suffered much in your childhood ╱ help comes in form of a knife. ( musings. )

“Bitch I fucking love bread.”

❛ i’m glad you like bread &&. all , but do you have to curse so much about bread ? ❜

#reteeth #( language !!!!!!!! )#⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )#⸉ tell your secrets to your pillowcase ╱ scarred by the blade for life. ( inbox. )

"Rub my wenis."

❛ rub your own weenis. ❜

#reteeth #( v_v )#⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ tell your secrets to your pillowcase ╱ scarred by the blade for life. ( inbox. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

"Eat ass, suck a dick, sell drugs."

❛ maybe sans the drug - selling. ❜

#reteeth #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ tell your secrets to your pillowcase ╱ scarred by the blade for life. ( inbox. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

"hey! mucchan!!" she launches herself onto his back, pressing her cheek against his and rubbing them together. "saiko needs a partner to play mario kart with. come on!"

for a moment , the suddenness of her arrival startles him , forces him to intake a few deep breaths in order to calm his ever - beating heart. after a few moments , he gives a tentative smile. ❛ mario kart ? is that a video game ? you know i’m no good at them , yonebayashi...i probably wouldn’t be much fun to play with , even if i did know the controls. ❜ he hasn’t the heart to deny her upfront , but video games have never really been his sort of thing , after all. ( for that matter , almost none of his &&. saiko’s interests line up , now that he thinks about it. ) he pats her head gently. ❛ shirazu or teach would probably be more than happy to play with you , though. i can just watch , i’m happy with that. ❜

#saikohell #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ tell your secrets to your pillowcase ╱ scarred by the blade for life. ( inbox. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

"YEAH WELL, it's not my fault Rhonda is a chicken."

❛ rhonda is going to be fried chicken here soon. ❜

#( :pensive: )#reteeth #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ tell your secrets to your pillowcase ╱ scarred by the blade for life. ( inbox. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

saikohell‌:

“no, no mucchan! see, this one is my warrior cat oc, and that one is yours. i made him to be just like you! see he even wears an eyepatch.” / starter for @daevah.

❛ oh...okay , i think i get it now. ❜ he does not get it. ❛ but , why does a cat need an eyepatch , anyway ? ( it is a cat , right ? ) ❜

#( :flushed: )#saikohell #⸉ & when i am finished ; you will finally understand ╱ why storms are named after people. ( ic. )#⸉ blood stains the feathers of a white dove ╱ he does not mourn ; he grieves. ( main. )

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