⟨ maneater ⟩

[veringjar]

       ″ You surprise me, and that is a rare quality in a breather                                                   an eric northman roleplay. 

                                       independent. selective. multifandom.                                                      [ home. abide. inquire. ]

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mutuals like for a starter. i'm rebooting. 

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. to apologize for my absence on this blog, i'll be doing a theme give-away for all my remaining followers. how does that sound? :>  also i'll be taking starters -- so such like this for one as well. they will be short but they will also be done.

examples of my work are here: [x] [x] [x] [x]

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vrbrxnnen:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEETEST OF SWEETS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR CAKE!! THIS WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY DIFFERENT IN MY HEAD BUT MY FINGERS FOR THE LIFE OF ME CANNOT CLICK THAT MUCH TO GET A NICE PAINTED EFFECT SO I HOPE THIS WILL DO

/ C RIES ABOUT IT

YES THAT’S A HEAD AND NO I DON’T KNOW WHY IT ISN’T BLOODY. TOUKA IS A PRO WHEN IT COMES TO CHOPPING OFF HEADS.

/ SMOOCHES

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                                                       taking a brief hiatus!

aug. 2nd - aug. 9th

[dimidiium]

     Peril conceals itself before him like ‘hide-and-seek’, but when it does ultimately divulge it’s location then it’s already too late and he’s left to soak his anomaly of a husk in pond of his own maroon hue. He is unable to revel in the discovery of this strength, the ability to withstand severe physical injury and feel revitalized each time his tongue experiences the refined taste of human flesh. To receive the internal organ of a ghoul — what kind of world does he exactly live in? He knows not if this information prior to the surgery would be critical enough to save his humanity ; would he have retained enough energy to express his dissatisfaction? In the end, it’s futile to even ponder the ideal as he is what he is now and will remain. 

     HE IS A GHOUL.

     Anxiously does he scrutinize her movement and thin brows ascend to articulate bewilderment. Anticipating toxicity to emit from between thin tiers and instead being acknowledged with silence. It’s enough for him to show concern. If only consumption didn’t require the defilement of human flesh, then perhaps he wouldn’t be so tentative to say yes. 

          ‘ I had a cube — so yeah .. ‘

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     Torrid beneath sulking sinew runs the blood of a monstrosity made in hollow mourning, yet how glacial it must appear on the surface bestowed by pallid expression. It warrants not the faith of others nor the installment of courage -- there are no words, no boasting to provide him in a moment of identity rendered asunder. She can give him anything but comfort. The way he had been created, thrusted into this life without a moment's pause,  ripped from the bosom of humanity, had been too much to conceive of.  And now the desire to survive thrives stronger than ever and by whatever means deign to fit his purpose. The least she can do is offer some inkling of control between the lengthy pauses and awkward silences yet to come.  

      He is neither human nor ghoul to her. He is an absolute. An aspect of nothingness that became something. A living, breathing, paradox of life itself and she finds poetry in the insult he bares by holding a heartbeat.

     Fingers move to grip at the rounds of wide hips, fumbling along the berth of them for the sake of posture. A full meal would have been better but she supposes that'll come in full time -- for now, the girl will keep to the basis. Stamina being of the utmost importance, though she lacks the natural preparation via her kagune for it.

                        ❝ Fine. At least you're handling your hunger.                         The last thing I want to do is force - feed you                         another goddamn time. How's your handle on                         your kagune?               Can you will it yet?  ❞

[zidarchive]

   For once, his reasons for skulking around aren’t what they usually are.

   He recalls it vividly; the driving force behind his decision to wander here. The sounds of pained cries, anguished moans, desperate wails being ultimately silenced by the mutilation of the body… It’s one thing to see hell on earth. It’s another to hear someone going through it. Neither are pleasant, but that fact holds true.

   And even now, he regrets not arriving earlier. Perhaps he could have helped in a way. Of course, he doesnt know the situation that ultimately led to what his eyes befall now. The instant he witnesses it, his body goes tense. Tense… yet numb. Slender frame usually active even in an idle position is perfectly still. Frozen.

   A chill flows through his spine. Biting cold sweat lingers at the back of his neck. Eyes can only look forward and glare to mask their fear. Yes, fear. He isn’t so prideful that he’ll refuse to admit that to himself. The sight of her… transformation is frightening him. It’s only when her voice reaches his ears that Zidane finds himself able to move again.

      — …You don’t have to tell me twice.

   He doesn’t bother to respond with idle banter or cheesy lines. He doesn’t make any gestures or unorthodox in jest. He simply turns on his heel and swiftly makes a break for it. The likelihood that she’ll follow is high.

   He knows he can’t run forever.

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     Garish blood-thirst wrought 'pon logic forgone in favor of a beast. Starved she is not though low is the desire to keep quiet that which would whisper a viler nature. There is no mask to cover, to hide a gnarled visage. Ebony strains beneath heavy eyelids, darting vermillion threading in lieu of veins and pupil. And he's seen her, emblazed upon a memory so sheer that one might not forget the horror stricken. For the sake of herself, her ilk, and most important those of an identical nature, the desire to quash the threat rises.

     What a pity.  

     Nails cut along raw cuticles, dragging languidly against stone in which she finds purchase to balance a teetering form. Smears of waste from physical vestige stain against cobble and the meat of a pale shoulder throbs in sickly twitch at the propulsion of a fluttering kagune. The tread of school trainers is worn, slipping along pavement whilst legs garner a footing -- turning slowly to gaze upon the retreating figure bathed in cerulean and gilded flash.  She'll have to take him in an alley way, rounded corner away from public eye -- of all the nights not to wear her mask and she choses this one.

     Fight or flight. She chose the former and what a luck did it bring.  

     Lanky muscles seize in wondrous motion, kicking off the ground at near full sprint to race after the boy dampened with misfortune. If he's blessed with a boon unknown to most men who spy a ghoul, she'll lose sight of him shortly. Though no one is that lucky -- ever.  

     She careens around a corner quickly enough, keeping low and high in different motions to avoid detection. Getting the CCG on her tail is the last thing she wants to fill out the night with disaster. One sighting is enough. The narrow hovel leading between back alleyways and corners is dank, musty, and filled with hundreds of scents all human and ghoul muddled together. How it messes with her senses, the humidity suffocating in a cloying grip.

     Gone. For now. Nasal passages inhale, oculi narrowing for better perception. 

                                              ❝Tch. ❞

                                               Where the fuck did he get to? 

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✞ ☞

✞ : Is your muse religious? Which religion do they follow, if any?

Religion and Touka is not something that seems to mesh rather well. She seems rather staunch in the idea of the grand design -- predator eats prey, the strong survive, eat the weak. For her to have faith is something she has not explored nor seems to have any interest in exploring. Especially not at her current age nor mental state. Most religions, by the by, exclude her species from being saved or considered one of the traditional "god's" creatures. Thus, alienating her in a manner of secure faith-hood.

☞ : Would your muse call out someone who does something bad on a busy street? 

The first instinct is no. It all depends on the action or what is occurring -- if it's just a commonplace purse snatching or the like, she may try to remedy the situation by helping but she's not going to call someone out for it. Touka is far more expressive with actions rather than words. For a muse, she's very internal. Yet if it were another ghoul or a CCG member? Touka would probably act if the odds were in her favor -- especially with the starting scene between Nishiki and Kaneki -- she basically comes to Kaneki's aid because Nishiki has no right hunting in territory that isn't his nor harassing those that would wander around it, etc. Then again, most ghouls would not bother to heckle or hunt on a busy road nor would they out themselves in favor of their hunger unless they were starving. CCG members on the other hand? She would have no issue laying them out... but not in public, too much risk, too much exposure. So, no, probably not and if only to save face and fight another day. 

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"Don’t leave me alone."

"I won’t."

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mercwithoutxmirth replied to your post:"Who did Frankenstein take to the prom? His ghoul friend!"

"Pretty sure I got an IQ above 90, so no. Not officially. Why? Are YOU goddamned stupid? Is that why you don’t get the joke?"

     Sigh. Annoyance creeps like ivy through her patience, what little there is to offer in such a moment. Only fools were to make jokes of her kind, whether or not they were aware of her nature inclination. She scoffs, eyes rolling whilst fingers finger purchase in the pockets of a worn hoodie.

     It's too early for this. It's always too early for this.

                             ❝I'm not dealing with you. Take your bullshit                               costume and attitude to bother someone else. ❞

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"Heard you were talking shit."

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                      ❝Merely just speaking the truth. ❞

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‘…’

he’s staring. no, he’s puzzled by the girl. never had the boy encountered such a peculiar scent. a whiff of it, & it certainly was not of a human’s, nor was it the decayed smell of a vampire. a part of him told him to wave it off, but subaru would continue to stare with a strange sort of expression written upon his face. 

the smell of blood clung to him like a sickly perfume, for he had just recently fed & he was sulking about, rather disgusted by the unfortunate victim’s ichor. 

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     The oddities that wallow in the murky shadows of the streets were of no new surprise to such a garishly designed girl. Yet the stench that crawls over her is of nothing human nor ghoul -- on alert it puts her, skin crawling if only for a moment whilst she turns quickly to regard that which spies her all the same. She is not so brazen as to feed in the open, a predator mentality quashing itself within seconds of the fallen sun into the night sky, though hands seemingly cake themselves with a  corpse's memory.  

     Her nose crinkles, teeth gnashing, and oculi of inky expanse narrow at the sight of another so drowned in the lifeforce her ilk shares.  Not human. Obviously, she seethes internally though no prey mentality seizes her to run upon his sight. This territory had been off limits to any hunting grounds and to bare witness to near open defilement of it? Definitely not one of her kind.

                        ❝                  It's fucking rude to stare you know.                         People around this area might get the wrong idea. ❞

                                                          not people ; g h o u l s. 

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   ❝Touka-san.❞    Catching the fellow waitress at their dead hour; the clatter of misplaced plates begin to tower upwards. The small cafe didn’t bring in customers at this hour, so it was mostly cleaning duty swapped between the duo. Still, it’s rather pleasant to have a moment unto themselves. The university student wasn’t keen on serving others at tables, but was shockingly skilled at pouring coffee. Barista might be another formidable addition to his resume in the pharmaceutical industry; as he turned the knob, hot water along with disinfectant began to wash across his upturned palms. ❝You have another exam coming up soon, right?❞    As if he’d pass up the opportunity to stretch his luck.    ❝I could help you study, for a price.❞ And there’s the catch; though it seemed rather innocent. Your occasional barter between co-workers. ❝How about those dark roast espresso beans that the old man keeps in the back?❞

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     Silence pervading the little hovel one might call a café sent a normally tense attitude into a subtle calmness, finding pleasure in the menial tasks acting 'pon fingers so fair yet so gorged with deceit. A wash cloth scratches beneath a murderous paw, sloshing back and forth against a counter cleaned for at least five minutes in time -- endless, trite, and mind-numbing in it's absolution. And what to break upon such a lost reverie is the voice of another, perking in eardrums. How irritating.

     A crown graced with obsidian tresses perks up, a silent issue that she is indeed listening to the boy behind her ; the clattering plates nearly drowning out his timbre. Of all the things he deigned to inquire of her, that had been it? Honestly, he could have tried to make a better deal for incurring the wrath of their Manager/Guardian. 

                       ❝ I don't need your help. And if you want                        them, just ask. Don't fucking sneak around. ❞

     She spits, jaw clicking with vile. Yet her tongue pauses it's insulted wag for a sparse moment, tiers lightly painted coral pursing whilst she regards him. It softens, her voice, to a gentle yet almost berating hum. The last she wants is for him to do something completely moronic merely months after they took him in for shelter and food. 

                        ❝Don't we give you enough free coffee anyway?❞

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ruffle (and hopes to keep limbs attached)

Send me "ruffle" For my character's reaction to your character randomly coming up and running their fingers through my character's hair.

     The touch is fanciful whimsy at best, a gentle reminder of days past yet by a different hand that threads fingers through locks in playful feel. It gives cause for a shiver to trickle up her spine and head to stoop beneath the arch of shoulder-blades rising in defense -- automatic and keen. For her to expect such a familiar action from another had not been the most commonplace thought venturing within her mind -- no, no one she knew even dared aside from their eldest patron and owner. Even then, he daren't intrude the callused and icy existence that is she.

     Teeth grit and she jerks away from the hand filled with fond affectionate gesture; eyes are wide with offended wonder, blinking rapidly at the boy so daring. He's bold. Too bold, for what it's worth but vitriolic hissing as yet to pour over her bitten tiers.  Instead, she exhales, frazzled with a bewildered expression and hands moving forward to bid no welcome of him. They are in public, she cannot act on full ire here -- it would cause far too much attention to garner and that's the last thing that she wants.

     Yet her pale visage settles on a carmine tint to her high cheeks, lips puckering in pouty fashion. How embarrassing is the heat on her face? Plenty so. Save face is what her mind whispers unto her, throat clearing and bravado regained within seconds of the gentle touch, 

                          ❝Don't you have work to do?!❞

                  she spout off quickly, regaining composure with a quick tug of her server vest and sneer. The crane of her skull moves so quickly that the bones supporting in spinal delight crack upon the movement; anything to remove herself from the situation at hand and the fluster ever so evident. A thick swallow echoes in her ears and she casts a side-glance at the boy fretting over work to be done.

                                                                    cute.