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maybe around christmas......... i’ll actually start revamping naki. and ren. im not too sure about my other oc blogs yet but........ those two? my brand. in the meantime, find me on @quirofiliac and @threwsalt until it’s all said and done ✌️
joroghoul said: "Naki, I missed you."
@joroghoul
He doesn’t like it when people say they miss him.
It reminds him of easier days. It reminds him of older days. It reminds him of things from days long forgotten. It reminds him that, maybe, there was still more for him to do.
Naki’s silent at first. He’s completely and utterly still, simply preferring to remain motionless and almost wordless. Were it not for the soft, trembling sniffs (he’s always been a bit of a crybaby, hasn’t he...? it’s the first time he’s actually noticed himself about to cry in a while. ... it’s kind of weird.) that were percolating the air, Naki might’ve been more than comfortable in giving a nod and letting that be that.
But, instead, he doesn’t. Truth be told, he’s pretty confident (was that the right word? aw, fuck it. he doesn’t care about formalities... professionalism... whatever! he doesn’t care about being correct.) that he could never ignore something like this. Being given such a delicate thing like “importance” was more than enough to have his skin prickle with goosebumps.
Eyebrows subconsciously furrowed together, and it only grew tighter (tugging at his skin, creating deep creases within his forehead all the while.) and tighter once he saw her face. Watching her turn around to face him was... a lot. Out of sheer impulse (shit. he felt kinda bad.) he looked down at his feet and felt his lower lip tremble ever so slightly.
Honestly, he wasn’t expecting it.
Seeing her so... calm, serene, and... unlike herself was more than enough. He’s not used to her seeming so vulnerable. He’s absolutely not used to seeing her like this. In a way, Naki didn’t like it. He never wanted to see her like this again.
Without realizing it, he had been walking (slowly. reluctantly. dragging his feet.) towards her until, finally, his shoulder meekly bumped hers.
“... Yeah,” he mumbled, fighting back the need to jam his fist into his mouth to muffle himself. “Yeah, I... I, um...”
(c’mon.)
When was the last time he’s sounded so pathetic? He couldn’t seem to recall, but maybe... maybe it didn’t matter.
(say it, ya bastard.)
Carefully (like if he made one wrong move, he’d get scolded.) did he set his forehead on her shoulder in an awkward tilt. Naki stared forward, refusing to blink and, instead, letting the tears seep out from his eyes and cascade down his cheeks in seamless streams. One arm raised (fingers already curled into loose clawing gestures.) to lazily around her shoulders in what little, shy attempt at a hug the ghoul could muster.
“I... um... I missed ya, too.”
honestly and im whole ass about this-- when i come back, some ppl might............... hate me for the amount of Shitpost and Absolute Feral Nature im gonna bring back to the dashes akkskskssk
LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY… YOSHIKAGE KIRA. 33 YEARS OLD. SINGLE. A MAN WHO DOES HIS JOB FLAWLESSLY BUT HAS NO PASSION AT ALL — NOW, I’M NOT SAYING HE’S A BAD GUY… IT’S JUST THAT HE’S THE MOST BORING GUY ON THE PLANET.
yeah i’m definitely gonna come back here!! i found a theme i wanna use for all of my tg blogs-- i just wanna tweak it. decide if i wanna redo my icons, etcetc... which is a lot but aaaaaa i really do wanna come back to tg and i miss all of yall. i just dont wanna rush it
ofsacrilege:
❝ the world hasn’t given me a choice. ❞ though the words themselves are somber, his tone is matter-of-fact. it’s a vague answer, but it technically does answer all the questions asked of him — he does continue anyway, however, because he’s sure that the brevity of his answer is more likely to anger the other further rather than clear anything up.
❝ to survive in this world, you have to be willing to adapt. i’ve got unfinished business and can’t afford to die yet. so i’m doing what i have to do. ❞ he glances meaningfully at the hand still gripping his shirt, keeping him suspended. ❝ does that tell you enough? ❞
the devil is in the details … but he has no interest in sharing.
“Kch!”
Teeth grit together as Naki contemplated (thinking for once-- trying to think through all the various options... what to do, what to do, what was there to do?), practically forcing himself to mull over Kaneki’s words. Lips rolled together as his fingers curled tighter into their selves, wrinkling and crinkling clothing until he couldn’t take it anymore and simply just--
(i can’t fuckin’ stand ya.)
--let go.
“That doesn’t mean ya should take it like a lil’ bitch,” he argued, feeling the vaguest twinge of a stutter within his voice. He wasn’t angry (was he?), so why in the hell was he feeling like it? “That... That doesn’t mean that yer meant t’be like this!”
Chewing on his lower lip, Naki kept his hands uselessly hanging in mid-air before, finally, he lowered them. Letting his arms hang limp at his sides, he tore his gaze away to glare down at his shoes. Moments later, he stuck out his bottom lip and dared to peer back at Kaneki.
“Shit like that pisses me off...”
“ they said i wouldn’t be nothing – now they always say, “congratulations”. ”
@cannibalesque - ♥
Today was quiet-- a quiet sort of... quiet, he guessed, that was peaceful. Lovely it was, in a way. Naki couldn’t complain.
He’s shifting ever so slightly, surprisingly careful in his ministrations as he removed his arm. Having been sprawled out on the bed, he hadn’t noticed one of his arms (and maybe a leg... how has shuu not woken up yet, again?) were resting over Shuu’s bare chest until he felt “lucid” enough to simply open his eyes.
Blurry sight gradually eased into clear vision, allowing for Naki to stare up at the raised ceiling of their apartment. Hand lazily scratched at his own chest, idly occupying itself as he turned away and towards a window. Dull light shone in through the thin crack that their curtains (off-white, striped with a light pink. naki wasn’t a fan initially, but he’s grown accustomed to it.) allowed, and that was all he needed to know.
It was the morning of a day Naki made himself remember. Shifting, he rolled onto his side and allowed himself a better look at Shuu.
The guy was always a covers hog, wasn’t he...? It’s not that Naki minded. He managed to steal a little bit, anyway.
Nonetheless, he scooted closer until the tips of their noses nearly touched. Cautiously, the younger reached out with a hand to ghost fingertips over and along Shuu’s cheeks. Eyebrows knit in mild frustration (he’s so pretty... he’s such a pretty guy. it’s almost unfair.) before his expression forced itself to relax, Naki reminding himself that this... this before him was something only he could see. His hand lowered, running feather-like touch down his jaw before, finally, pausing with index and middle fingers lightly pressing against Shuu’s lips.
“...”
(he’s such an angel... that’s so cliche but...)
Retracting his hand, Naki peered down at his two fingers before sighing. Shyly pressing them to his own lips, he let his gaze raise back up towards the other man’s slumbering form.
There have been times where Naki couldn’t believe that this was real. There have been times where Naki thought that Shuu deserved better and that he... he deserved worse than Shuu. There have been times where Naki’s been plagued by the idea that, maybe-- just maybe... ending it would have been better for the both of them.
But he’s selfish. It’s an excuse he’s using, because he wants to be happy. He’s oh-so selfish, and he can only hope that Shuu was just as selfish.
Drawing even closer, he was greeted by a soft exhale of a sigh from Shuu’s side. Wrapping his arms around Shuu, Naki adjusted accordingly (his legs entangled within shuu’s own. they could figure out this dilemma whenever the both of them were awake. for now, naki just wanted to be like this.) and buried his head into the crook of the other ghoul’s neck.
Shutting his eyes tightly, Naki felt his embrace tighten before relinquishing itself to a mere, pathetic hug. He huffed into Shuu’s skin, and tried to relax his expression.
“I... love ya,” he mumbled, uncaring of how silly he must have looked. “I love ya... I love ya.”
He wants to tell this to Shuu first thing; as soon as he wakes up, Naki wants that to be the first thing he hears.
(... is it cliche when it’s true?)
“--Happy birthday, Shuu.”
Feeling his thighs brush against Shuu’s own, he rolled his shoulders one final time before attempting to let sleep take him under its wing once more.
exoptabilis:
Quick. The healing ability of the stone once again gave birth to fresh skin. His damage was done, too soon — . For now, as the blood flowed and he had reacted, his blood flowed and her flesh was born anew. A weak child, howling to the sky for a sign of peace; Does he know she was meant to wage war yet? Can he see her entire being was created to be a battlefield? The weight on her was nothing, it meant nothing to her. She possessed things beyond his imagination…
A monster. A filthy monster.
A laugh spewed from her lips, sugary sweet and tender as her claws dug deep into his flesh, watching the blood mix with her skin before she spoke. “Is it your darkest desire to die?” She cooed, retracting her claws from his neck before moving to grasp his neck tenderly — A promise of something, but never truly spoken.
“When a child throws a temper tantrum, do you give in and give what they want? That is exactly how I see this situation.” A move with her free hand to grab a fistfull of his hair, yanking it back to reveal his tear stained face to her. “Little boys who cry when they are told to behave are the worst. I will not give you what you want but I will take what I want from you.”
Because she was a monster.
“Behave. You might earn your keep.”
“Ugh.”
(shut up.)
“Shut th’hell up,” he bit out, exposing teeth (stained red, tainted red, corrupted red. he’s so fucking stupid, he thinks.) in a furious snarl as he kept a majority of his weight onto pinning her. Even if she broke out, even if she did kill him-- it didn’t matter to him. She brought this on herself, and Naki was going to make it a hell of a time for her. “You’re t-th’worst type of person.”
(shut up.)
“Y’think ya know it all,” he continued, thrusting himself and his kagune forward in an attempt to shove her back. This was all so useless! This was all so unnecessary! His anger was his worst enemy! “Just ‘cause yer smarter-- been through a lot more shit than o-others... Yer th’fuckin’ worst!”
(SHUT UP.)
Even as he felt a hand touch his neck (tender, but he knew it was a lie. it reminded him of-- of...) and another bundle up his hair (... this was bullshit. fucking bullshit!!), Naki wasn’t to be deterred. Screwing one eye shut in the form of a malformed wince, he kept his nostrils flared before spitting out a glob of blood at her face. Secretly, he hoped it smacked right against her cheek; he wanted to leave even the tiniest mark.
“F-Fuck you,” he said through grit teeth after wards, feeling the eerie warmth of his tears against his skin as he raised his other hand. What did that even mean... what she was saying? Naki didn’t care enough to ask. “Takin’ what ya want from m-me? Hah, don’t be so friggin’ c-cocky.”
“This shit yer doin’? Doesn’t fuckin’ compare--!!”
Folding most of his fingers into his palm save for the middle, he displayed this simple gesture of crudeness right before her eyes.
LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY… YOSHIKAGE KIRA. 33 YEARS OLD. SINGLE. A MAN WHO DOES HIS JOB FLAWLESSLY BUT HAS NO PASSION AT ALL — NOW, I’M NOT SAYING HE’S A BAD GUY… IT’S JUST THAT HE’S THE MOST BORING GUY ON THE PLANET.
bring me the horizon // why you gotta kick me when i’m down?
me?????? an explosive temper???????? yeah leave me alone
exoptabilis:
SHE WAS BORED. As she stands at the relentless tears [ poor child, weeping when angered was so disgusting. ] she only tilts head off to the side, watching as the filth of his work came undone & body formed into something disgusting. How interesting, it was like the many she had encountered in the strange town! Yet, even for a moment, the dull ache of boredom remained in her core — like a heartbeat drumming away the remaining of her patience.
Even monsters bored her at times.
THE MOMENT THOSE WICKED THINGS NEARED, her own ability was activated, preparing to cut through flesh & bring a horror onto him like he most likely had done onto others. It was fair game, it was easy to out monster another of their own kind when the world was gracing her such lovely gifts to slice through.
“ OH, I’M TERRIFIED. Feel free to cut me down, feel free to hurt me if it makes you feel better ; The end result will be on your displeasure. ” She makes direct eye contact him at the moment, eyes narrowed but vile grin firm in place as she gives a lighthearted chuckle in his rage.
“ Don’t keep me waiting. ”
TAKE THE BAIT, IF YOU DARE. It won’t help him any less or more if he cut her down, if he harmed her — because she was always there to win, always there to outshine the weak to remain strong & almighty in a world so needing of demigods & faith to believe in. She rose her claw, finger capable of cutting through any material coaxing him to finish his work.
DO IT.
He couldn’t care less if she was goading him or not (but wasn’t that how it always went? isn’t that one of the many reasons why he gets so hurt?), Naki knew he was hesitating. Disgusting mishmashes of feelings -- rage and distress -- infected him, seeping deep into his core and causing for him to briefly pause. Any other person would have backed off, he supposed, at the moment she revealed herself to be inhuman.
But Naki...?
(yer not a ghoul and i don’t care.)
Naki was capable of ignoring these sorts of things in exchange for looking at a much bigger picture, be this his curse or his blessing; it really did depend on the situation at times. But it was no matter, because he’s biting hard on his lower lip (to the point that it’s nearly enough to pierce skin and make him bleed.) as he’s contemplating his next move before he just--
“I-I... I hate shitheads like you.”
--he just... kind of does it.
Lunging forward, he keeps his teeth planted firmly into his lip as he reached out. With fingers spread wide apart, he went to grab her by the wrist and stab her fingers through his neck. Tears continued to sting at his eyes, nearly rushing out like tremendous waves as teeth sunk only deeper into his lip. Blood spurted out in the tiniest of spray as he shoved the rest of his weight forward, trying with all of his might to practically smash the kagune’s outer shell into her neck and hold it there.
But he wouldn’t say anything else.
Merely, he’d stare up at her with a look that said (she’s not worth all of this anger. she’s not worth any more than this.) more than what he hoped it’d said. Eyebrows knit tightly together with a thin stream of blood running from his self-created injuries as he flared his nostrils. He bit the bait, but he wanted it on his terms.
“Why don’t y-ya kill me first?”
im not edgy i just have brain damage
howdy, snii here with a brand spankin’ new kira yoshikage blog from jojo’s bizarre adventure!! i’d super appreciate it if you could give this post a like and/or a reblog if you’d be into interacting with a gross little murderous hand fetishist of a man totally normal and functional member of society!! ✌ ✌ ✌
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