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ayo this is (not) what dreams are made of

so until i get used to the new formatting, you can catch me on my personal where i don’t format anything at all because lazy, or keep up with my writing via my ao3 account where i’ll be trying to update at least every monday/tuesday and the weekends with various drabbles & stories!! and if you guys were really interested about more of my writing, just know that i do take requests via askbox on my personal and i’m nearly more than willing to write anything i’m knowledgeable. so if you need me and/or want to get to know more about me, you’ll catch me right now on my personal working on pages & certain ships that i absolutely refuse to write for AND certain topics that i deem really uncomfortable and therefor have no interest in discussing.

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dear followers, for our lovely xee who is currently out of comission momentarily, i wrote some absolutely filthy tsukikane gore porn that i would be honored greatly if you'd take some time out of your day to read ---- because everyone needs trashy tsukikane in their life and i'm here for you guys

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Anon requested the making of this one! Sadly I didn’t record the process, but hopefully this little gif is good enough!

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( ☠ ; FAMILIAR

                despite ages upon ages of repetition — venturing down dark, unfamiliar alleyways, listening to the backdrop of drunken laughs, avoiding curious stares thrown at her middle school figure —  late night trips into alien territory always manage to send chills up her spine. the fear of the unknown lingering in the depths of her heart never seems to fade away. she hates exploring new areas. ( really, mitakihara is big enough, but for some strange reason witches seem to vanish too quickly, even within this sprawling city. ) the sudden question nearly scares her out of her wits, though; out of all her times, never has a sober person approached her so willingly. 

                                                                ❝  e - erm  ——  i… may be?  ❞

                   ❝ i'll take you where you need to go, if that's okay with you. this part                       of town is really bad.                    really bad as if the cobblestone doesn't reek of blood and the air taste like apathetic desire, air stinging around with the need to feed like mindless, deprave'd insects. he himself is bound to irresponsibility, hunger that could overwhelm him at any moment, less than human, less than ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. a kindness was extended to him during his time of need, and he is not so much a monster that he cannot do the same, even if it is to take an unsuspecting child back to the main streets of the sector. she at least deserves that much, like he deserved a hand tossed to him even if it was to protect hide -- she might have her own dearest friend to return home to.

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( ☠ ; DEIPOTENT

a gasp was released, eyes were fixed at the male standing in front of her. words were stuck in her throat, and she could say so much right now. but all she did was staring at him. he was gone, and now he came back— all of a sudden.                        she opened her mouth just to close it again. her                       features were not changing, and she was shivering.                       a sigh was escaped, still trying to get those words                       out of her mind. some efforts were needed, and she                        finally came to say something. 

                   ”k-kaneki…”

                   ❝ touka-chan, hello                    perhaps outright here where he might feel trapped he should go, the suffocating emotion felt just by being in her presence enough to catch him off guard and work as a preventative for escape. if she is sad, he knows he is the cause, and reaches out in the only way he can. a trick of the light, anteiku will call it later. kaneki is gone, no more, no less.

                   ❝ you look well.                    reminder that apathy swells in his veins like poison, and the hunger he acknowledges is more for contact that isn't with tsukiyama -- hinami's older sister as they liked to pretend, once upon a time. kaneki keeps his hands in his pockets, away from where she could see their pristine condition and wonders if she can smell it on his skin. death. he finds that he reeks of death.

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( ☠ ; XENAGOGUE

              he smiles, clearly entertained now. apathetic being, he has changed from a vulnerable child to a man who kills. it’s thrilling — arousing his hunger until he’s nothing but a desirous mess. of course such greed will not go on for so long, in due time he will acquire what he desires and finally consume what he has been lusting over throughout all this time. he is better than gold and money, better than anything in the world — therefore tsukiyama must have him. 

             “ You are a white flower stained in red. ”

words are filled with romanticism as eyes are glazed over with desire. his voice was filled to the brim with seduction whilst staring as he showers the boy with perverse gazes. two fingers are pressed against parted lips, mocking the action of thinking — mineminemine, he is all mine MAY THEY ALL BE SENT TO HELL IF THEY DARE TOUCH HIS MEAL. he speaks now, curiosity mingling with flirtation tones.  

                    “ Why do you ask? ”

                   ❝ it's for me to know.                    is that playfulness flooding his tone with soft undertones of inescapable fact? as if there were ever a thought he were anything other than in control, the only reason for such a drastic appearance was that on intrigue. she gave him the necessary changes, predestined fate all but dripping now with excitement. kaneki remains soft, expression drawn tight yet damn him to hell if he isn't amused by The Game any longer. a feast is a feast is a feast reminder of a hierarchy designed to infuriate.

                   ❝ don't look at me like that. you're a second from drooling.                    yet there is a contrast to his demand, a certain flicker of command played. it's nice to feel desirable when others would consider him DAMANGED BEYOND REPAIR AND STINKING OF ` THAT WOMAN. for whatever moment kaneki had thought they were having is now ruined by the distinguishable darkness in the gaze of his familiar. he hums and approves.

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quick. join the gaggle of emotionally compromised young swimming adults and watch the shenanigans they get into.

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devour'd. i'm falling asleep but i owe 5 people starters, and if anyone else wants one, like this post

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( ☠ ; MYRMIDON

Ｖｅｒａｔｒｕｍ 

         It was only from behind, but Arima didn’t need to guess too much. He was quite familiar with the cases and rumors. The stories behind this particular ghoul. He didn’t make any sudden movements though. He didn’t plan a surprise attack. He stood still, deciding to speak.

“So —-          you’re the ghoul known           as eye patch then?”

                   ❝ it depends.                    centipede, eye-patch -- monikers all in the same that bear little to no meaning to him. indecent métier featuring murdering and devouring with shambolic meets with those who wish to prevent him from venturing further and further into madness through palaver and a call for peace despite how their intent only lines up perfectly with his own.

[victoriajoan]

I must endure & endure & still endure.

Tennessee Williams, from Notebooks (via aercis)

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presses a gun to ur head. gimme all the candy. or else.....

swats u into a building like nbd bye

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'I want the K' (nice introduction huh?)

6. Disembowelment

                    it is ruby and smells of copper and rain, but tastes like hot, thick tears that sting his frozen cheeks. hide is eviscerated, open wide, split from the shallow dip of her ribs down to the smoothest part of her flesh above her skirt. he is elbow deep in her insides, her body his atelier where he earns his piece from nuzzling her with hardly chrysostomatic movements. he is a beast, fingers holding the splatter of her intestines in his hands, fists tighter and tighter (A̝̭̎́N̹̥̐̈́D̗̫͆̾ ̟̗̑̚T̢̥̉͒I̺̾̾ͅG̲̼͑͠H̰̣͐̅T͙̝̐̉E̼̲͌̅R̲͍̆̏ ̬̥̄̚Ạ̲͂͛N̺̻̿̈́D̞͚̈́̂ ̪̘̒͛T͈̫̉͠I̹͉̐̎Ǵ͎͕͝H̢̝̓̈́Ṱ̎͊͜E̖̯͌̋R̹̙̂̊ ̱͔͛͘Ạ̙͊͘Ň̙̟͝Ḋ̜̰͘ ̰͉͂̅T̞̪̈̕I̙̼͊̓G̨̙̋̎Ḧ̡͉́̌T̠̈́̀ͅȨ̠́̋R̛͇̓ͅ ), agonized mewls from the back of his throat as he engorges himself on such a delicacy that is the taste of his most dearest friend, rich like the nicest fat from a steak against his tongue, against his throat, against his insides as he chews around his sobs and trembles smelling only of her. hide is so pliant, so delicious ( S̡͇̈͐Ǫ̗̎́ ̼̳̈́͐Ḯ͎̟̉M̧̟͗͘M̬̭̿̓À̞͘͜C̘̺͊͐Ũ̢͎̓L̺̝̅͠À̟̜̒T͙̐͘ͅE͉̥̓̅,̖̘͗̔ ͚̭̒̌S̺̘̏̃Ö̺̭́̄ ̞̹̀̈́T̳͚̔͝Ê̝͓̓Ṇ̫̈̚D͎͙͂͘E̢̼̍͠R̥̪̀̉,̨̥͑̚ ̣͉͝͠S̳̣̽͂Ö̠̫̒ ̰̟͋͠S̜̙͒̂W̳̑̋͜E͖̊̚͜Ë̡͚͒T̢̙̉̿ ̖̥̓̑Ť̺̗͑O̬̼͊̀ ͔̜͐̽Ţ̮̅͗A̳̠͆͠Ś̖̣͝T̺̗́́E͈̻̓̎ ; MOTHER I’M FULL NOW, MOTHER I’M FULL, I’M SO FUCKING FULL ; MY INSIDES ARE GOING TO SPILL OUT ).                   ❝ i——‘m so fuck—ing sorry, hide, i’m so f——ucking s——orry, hide.                      i’m s——o fucked up, i’m so fuc——ked up, hide, i—‘m so sorry.                      i was ju——st so h—ungry, hide, i was just so hung—ry. thank                      you, tha——nk you for the meal.

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i want the k

21. And Then There's Tongue

                    propitious surroundings notwithstanding predestined illusion where eleemosynary with current ideals, one hand around a pretty porcelain throat while the other carelessly grooms soft tresses admixture of charcoal and petal white. outré indication of what was going to occur without reprieve comes in the form of such condescending movements. kaneki is neither kind nor gentle in his state of being a ghost ; a figment of imagination rooted so heavily in one’s sorrow it is only with antediluvian practices his prey would be able to ignore him, equipoise promised like the gentle breath that is laughed against a mouse’s ear soft and light. it’s only with legerdemain that he’s gotten this far, wrapped tight around a spinal cord, an INFECTION tainting the brain through snarls and coils. he is a snake and sanity is the forbidden fruit he dangles ‘fore his mouse. his voice is but a hiss in the air ( N̰̱̰͗̀̊Õ̧̜̥̅̌T͖̤̥̎̓͋I̬͓̣͐͋̾C̮͈̺͂̿͌E͈̩͎͑̍̾ ̲͔͍̆̀̃M͈̹̩͑̚̚E̪̖͉͊̑̓ ̛͎̩͔̇͐A̧̮͔͂̔͗Ċ̤̩̞̌͠Ć̤̭̦̆͘E͓̝̰͂̊͐P̦̝͖͛͆̄T͈̤̥̿̇̑ ̲͚̥͌̾̂M̢͎̬̈́̿͘E̡̛̜̻̅̉ ̨̰̹̒̽̕N̼̤̹͒̽͝Ȍ͉͓̼͒͑T̘̩͉͗̾́Ì̯͚̦͘͝C̢͎͈̄̅̋E̡̺̬̐͛͠ ̡̜̈́͐͜͝M̙͈̪̑͆́E̝̗͇͗̋̊ ͈͕͉̅̍͝Ǎ̬̞̼̔͝C̤̠̊͘͘ͅC̢̛̳̞͑̚Ȩ̬͚͐̌̍P̠̩͐͆́ͅṬ̛̱̲͒̍ ̡̋͆̿͜ͅM̮̹̪̈́͘͘Ȩ̹̍̄̅͜ ) where ticklish breath is bound to whisper repeated notions, fingers now talons in such gentle, timid flesh.                   ❝ all you have to do is let go. all you have to do is give yourself to me.                      wouldn’t you like that? wouldn’t you like to be free? just let go, then.                      just give me control.                    his percipience seems off, captured so easily by sweet nothings and without contretemps has he seemed to lean so eagerly in kaneki’s touch – or was rather pulled in taut by a vicelike grip that refuses even a budge from where sharp shoulder blades cut into kaneki’s chest. what a scrofulous sight it would be to come across, victim seduced by a sultry murmur of hardly broken promises of release and descent, febrile skin suckled and nibbled where a parted mouth is able to press where a collar does not hide. mélange of such eager touches press here and there, hands that curl and pull away until they are eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth. kaneki MANIPULATES haise as he wishes to see him, like his touch is a sanative and not the opposite. it’s with cruelty that he pulls haise’s mouth open, parted, and catches him in a sauviation gentle but firm —— and eats his tongue right out of his mouth, slick sounds of appreciation only coming from the fact the ache to feed is now taken care of.

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Cheek cut

2: Face stab

3: Arm broken

4: Leg broken

5: Spine kick

6: Disemboweled

7: Cheek kiss

8: Scalped

9: Decapitation

10: Both legs broken.

11: Impalement

12: Eyes ripped out

13: Stomach Punch

14: Any of the above

15: Violent kiss

16: Paralyzed

17: Kicked off a cliff.

18: Tortured

19: Left for dead.

20: Ignored.

21: Then there’s tongue.

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✕.

✕ - What would set you entirely off roleplaying with someone? 

This makes me sound like a horrible person, but when I get interested in a certain anime, I try to study every character to the best of my ability on the off chance that I might decide to roleplay a character aside from the one I already think I’ve chosen. So I’m particular about the way people play their other muses while also reminding myself that everyone sees a character differently. I don’t know how to explain it other than using an example, but it would sort of be like to me, someone playing Rize as a woman who’s interested in Kaneki actually rather than just wanting to eat him.

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✾

✾ - What do you look for in other people’s writing? 

On the chance of sounding like a total elitist and probably causing some people to change their opinions of me, I really do look for formatting. It’s not just formatting as in their writing takes a particular shape, but more like whether they’ve got certain words italicized or bolded, underlined or CAPITALIZED for emphasis, because it’s writing like that that really gets my attention. To me, it draws me in and is more prone to make me stop and read it because i. the stylized words show that there’s a certain emphasis meant to be placed there and ii. it’s not that it shows the writer is invested in their own writing, but more like, there’s some symbolism they want to show and that's why they take time out of their day to format.