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They blink themself awake and sit up, a paintbrush falling from their cheek. Looks like they’d only just fallen asleep, only to be awakened by…

French.

Ah.

Must be a Tsukiyama.

And that scent?

Must be the Tsukiyama-kun.

What was he doing here?

Hm.

They wipe their face, smearing blue paint down their cheek and on their hand, and pull back the changing screen separating the shop workbench from the rest of the shop.

“Tsukiyama-kun. What brings you around?”

The shuffling sound from behind the screen caused Tsukiyama to throw a glance over his shoulder, fingers still resting upon a certain mask he had found interesting. As expected, the darker ghoul revealed himself from behind the screen.

"You make it look like you are so hard at work, non?" He responded, ignoring the question for now. An amused grin had surfaced upon his face, baring his immaculately whitened teeth. Turning away from the display, he shook his head in mock disappointment, causing a few hairs to fall out of place.

"When really, you were just taking a nap. What is it that they call that, again? I think; sleeping on the job."

Taking a few large strides over to the workbench, he took a closer look at the smudge on his face, eyes still filled with light hearted amusement. "Uta-kun, I believe the gods have called upon me, to help you re-evaulate your lifestyle!" Purples optics scanned the bench, looking for something that looked like it wouldn't be missed. Digits wrapped around what appeared to be nothing more than a white rag, with a few dried paint stains on it.

"You got a little - something - on your face, mon cheri. Didn't I tell you to always consult me, before you get anymore ridiculous tattoo ideas?!" He joked, handing him the rag.

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fractioxs

Stepping along the quiet backstreet, the Gourmet ghoul's brow creased, as he stepped in a puddle. The rain earlier had been quite a sight, but had since eased, but the traces of the bad weather were all but vanished. Grey clouds hung over the ward like a bad omen, leaving him with a lingering sense of dread deep in the pit of his stomach.

Walking in the rain was not something he took lightly, and he definitely was ready to go home, but the sound of loud sobbing filled the evening air. Stopping in his tracks, ignoring the small droplets of rain which were starting to fall from above, he found himself following the sound, trying to locate its source. Although he was fairly certain he didn't know that voice, there was a certain... Familiarity.

As if he had heard somebody cry so heart-wrenchingly before- the sound of somebody who had lost someone or something dear.

Approaching the man, he instantly recognised that clothing.

Cochlea.

It had been a while since he had seen something so pityful, but it tugged at his heartstrings, for reasons he wasn't sure he could comprehend right now. Crouching down, he extended his hand towards the stranger, as the rain began to fall a little harder.

"You would think you might be a little... Happier, to escape such a place." He offered, with a small smile.

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natusdemorte //

He was certainly something new to look at. As he sipped his coffee quietly, free hand stuffed into his trenchcoat pocket, he watched the stranger with softly curious eyes. It was his scent that had caught his attention first, evidently neither a human nor a ghoul. FASCINATING.

What are you, then? A rare spice...

He remained rooted to the spot, leaning against a fence, one leg bent, the flat of his foot resting against the wall. Curiousity drove him, unable to remove his eyes from the undeniably attractive figure. As the stranger went to pass, he spoke with a small smile, from behind his styrofoam coffee cup.

"You're not from around here, I can see that much, non?"

[shironeki]

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rosexghoul

His eyes opened slowly, and he had immediately squeezed them shut again, when he realised where he was. As he lay in his bed, there was only one thing running through his mind: I cannot bear to look at these walls for another moment. The feeling of the sheets below him were no longer comforting, and if it was possible to become too familiar with your own surroundings, he had already gone way past that point.

I have just been lying here, like an old man waiting to die, for years.

Although he had been out and about a little recently, he was nowhere near back to his old self. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stretched out, letting out a low groan as the blood rushed to his head. It made him dizzy, and he had to grip the beside for a moment or so.

Walking down the hall, one hand rested on his own lower back, pushing his fingers into the gaps in his vertebrae. I wonder if there is something I can take, to cease this back ache...

The only sound in his household, besides the gentle pit pat of his bare feet against the linoleum, was the sound of running water, coming from the kitchen. He poked his head round, relieved to see it was just Kanae.

"Good morning, Kanae." He spoke, quietly but politely. He couldn't shake the feeling that he owed the boy an apology, but he wasn't sure exactly how to go about it. He had never expressed any anger or ill feelings towards him, but this whole exerience had been just as hard on him.

"Or, how is it you say... Guten Morgen? Is that correct?"

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{ whxterabbxt ;;

He hadn't expecting to be returning to :RE so soon. Pushing open the door and letting himself inside, the chime of the bell seemed far too cheerful, and almost irritated him. Trying, but failing, to conceal the dejected look he wore on his face, he quietly sat himself down at a table, saying nothing. Although he had not uttered a word, his prescence was heavy in the room, as he tucked himself away in the corner chair.

Kaneki is gone. Kanae is gone...

This was all that was left. Tired, troubled eyes watched the lithe figure of Touka, and he couldn't help but notice that out of everyone, she seemed to have been the strongest. The angry, impulsive girl he had known, who had at one point been a great match for him in combat, and a huge obstacle at times, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he gazed upon a real woman, who seemed gentle and soft, as she handled customers and lived out her long time dream of owning a coffee shop. A safe haven, of sorts, perhaps like Anteiku.

Was that the dream?

He wasn't convinced, though. The Touka he had known? She would never give up. She had human friends! She had wanted to live in that world, whether it was her destiny to live alongside humans or not. No matter what was thrown at her, she never stayed down for long.

Am I supposed to believe she has discarded these ordeals? Or did Touka die, along with Kaneki?

"Touka." He called out, attempting a small smile. "Perhaps, we could... Talk."

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 { facelessreason ; ;

Fingers pushed lightly against the familiar surface, entry to the mask studio granted with a soft creak. It had been some time since his last visit to HySy, but this once was unannounced, just as all the others had been. Tsukiyama went where he wanted to, when he wanted to, and had little regard for the fact that some individuals preferred notice.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　If he was aware of his social shortcomings, he didn't show it.

Closing the door behind him, shined shoes tapped across the linoleum surface, purple orbs scanning the walls. There were plenty of designs he had never seen before on display, and it was somewhat reassuring that his old friend was still using mask making as an outlet, if not a little... Tame.

"Uta, guess who is darkening your door today!" Coming to a standstill in the middle of the studio, he extended both of his arms, flicking his wrist with flamboyance. "Rest reassured! It is nobody less than me. My treat!"

[theundeadreject-deactivated2017]

The Pride Project

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Takumi hummed to himself as he worked on the ghoul. He was something different and watching him try and be still was completely entertaining to watched the older ghoul keep himself still. “Alright.” Wiping his hands off on the apron he went to go get his music player. Plugging it in into his sound system he decided to listen to krock. His cousin sent him over a lot of music so it was better than nothing. Pressing play and placed it on shuffle the ghoul moved back to his person and smiled. “Well…I am sure we do but I’m glad you aren’t going to be one of the super pop people. I can only handle so much before gouging out my ears.” 

The younger ghoul joked as he began working up to the others jaw line and mouth with power and plaster. “Make sure to breathe out of your nose this time.” He warned Shuu as he covered up his mouth with the plaster, making sure to smooth out the mesh and get all the forms his features. “People are troublesome. But that is life. If everyone was the same that would be a utopia. Those just aren’t realistic.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　He wasn't quite sure if he understood the younger man's humour, and was even less sure if it was a wise descision to question said humour. Lips gently parted, the ghoul attempted to keep as still as humanely possible, purple optics flickering over to the artist at work. "Super... Pop, people?" He repeated, a smile threatening to break out across his face, playing at the corners of his lips. Silently reminding himself that it was important to keep still, he surpressed it.

"You have such a crude way of speaking, monsieur." His tone wasn't critical; he was more amused than anything, but some might call it hypocritical to accuse someone of this for a simple turn of phrase, when the acts Tsukiyama had committed in the past were certainly less than wholesome. "You remind me of an old friend, with all this talk about gouging body parts. His speciality though, was eyeballs."

At Takumi's advice, he fell silent, feeling his fingertips running across his lips, the plaster cold against his skin. Despite the fact that his mouth was shut, he could still taste the powder on his tongue, and would grimace if he had the ability to move his face. With his mouth covered, he was left with no choice, but to relax in the chair, and ponder the things that Takumi was saying.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　That is life.

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( a have a newfound respect for people who add gif overlays to ALL their icons, this is takING FOREVER )

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gxurmet:

starter call ;;

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starter call ;;

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( but really, i’m so sad, because when tsuki first found out kaneki was still around, my first thought was ‘tsukiyama is back!’ his excitement was contagious and it’s so evident in chpter 44 that he is realising that haise does not equal kaneki ken, the disappointement is so raw, its painful to look at why do none of my friends read the manga i have so many feelings and nobody to discvuss them with omg )

[floppyamon]

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floppyamon:

                                        : : Chapter 44 : :

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Me: reads chapter 44

me: *puts on coat, puts on shoes, opens door*

Mom: Where are you going

Me: I'm going to dig my own grave the skeletons will be nicer than Ishida sensei

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♕　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　i will be the d a g g e r ; ; 　　　　　　　　　　　　hidden below your pillow. . 」

[monviva]

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kossoribl:

Kaneki lost his memories...?

[sunnyegg87]

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antodraws:

—  The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

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