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☽ ░░▒► “...!”

☽ ░░▒► A soft hiss built lightly beneath parted lips, affliction grasped only vaguely for the brevity of it all. Like a flicker, a flash, sparks upon an anvil burning white (singed skin and burning tongue caught ablaze), crimson welled and alabaster tore. Astonishment rivaled only by the pleasure to follow, burst with vehemence across his features in an expression not unlike contortion (not quite a smile, not quite a grimace, but some terrible amalgamation!). ☽ ░░▒► Like claws, like fangs, anchors sunk themselves deep within the flesh, membrane torn as if paper. He steeled himself whilst bleached bones were revealed amidst carnage, the starved maw carved all away, bit by bit, bite by bite. ‘Twas music more than music, crescendo louder than crescendo, the heart trembled like a string ( - oh how he played! how he played...), red mouth brought to kiss unfurling skin. Adonis! Clutching to his breast the stained anemone, dying in the arms of a goddess (but who the goddess and who the man? oui, what mattered in the mingling? the lost senses and senseless mutterings? both were either, either both, blessings in the ruination). Heavenward his eyes lolled, immediacy of pain mixing with the thrill of it all -

☽ ░░▒► "How does it taste? How do I taste, Kaneki? How am I? Is it satisfying? Is it pleasurable? Am I palatable? Am I delicious? Oh - n'est-ce pas! Le fait juge l'homme!” ☽ ░░▒► Jumbled murmurings, only half coherent for delirium and for half considerations of savouring a bite of himself, himself. To join the feast himself? To eat himself as he himself were eaten? Lips trembled, spine shivering, by mere consideration -

☽ ░░▒► But no - no - a feast in part alone. Not for himself, for Kaneki. Tsukiyama dwelt upon the ravenous figure by heated light, contemplation as if upon a masterpiece. Fingertips trailed like dancers across the silver hair, delicate motions upon the stage.

#i promised this one like #forever ago #but here you go!#sorry it took me so long!#Spinnenlilien #I'll let you come up with the verse name and all that jazz

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Continued from-

Mono no aware…

Elisions slipping along eclipsing echoes-

Tenebrosity flickered intermittently-, unfurling Cimmerian translucence that flitted in evanescent reverberations through decrepit webs- before alighting. Feathers adrift in a languid moment of suspension, as swarmed by embers of cinders set aflame in genesis to consciousness, -quivering perplexity- before smoldering and slipping from particles to dusk. Another evocative glance, dulcet smile accompanied by felicitous courtesy, darkness excused herself- midnight laces deliquescing upon the splintered checkerboard.

Thick lashes flitted, aroused by the slithering holds of awakening that pry the lids to open- revealing irises of obsidian pools. Mesmerized. Pupils expanding, dilating, contracting, swelling- iridescent within the gradients of onyx glass, which wove patterns of disarray, swirling smokes interlacing to entwining serpents in embrace.

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☽ ░░▒► A sharp nick, a spider-prickling upon his skin. The pad of a thumb pressed forcefully to a newly formed indentation. Tsukiyama watched crimson well between flesh, a single bead slipping over his palm and into darkness. His expression tightened then, eyes unfathomable for a quiet a moment (-an offset twitch by the shadows of one), deliberating the similar red marks that marred his other fingers. How much longer would it be? Days crept by like a haze of agony, a silent withering - his skin now refused to knit itself together - and Kaneki still bore no signs of awakening. Not a sign of true respite, though lashes fluttered (some false hope awaited there). Nothing but fever dreams, choking visions to which he cried out - no sense of awareness in those eyes, lacquered as they were by pain. The contorted figure... It did, too, share some semblances of poetic beauty. But the pieces were missing, the cornerstone had been stolen - even the high-hanging lunettes of gothic Europe permitted frames! Wrong, wrong, wrong...! Falsch! All of it was! All by some wheedling machination that they sought, even now, to take Kaneki Ken from him! Rough breath stirred a lock of hair that had fallen before his eyes. It swayed by each exhale, hiding his features from the harsh tell-tale light. Darkness clung to an uncharacteristically bitter facade - meals and sleep were both necessities in short supply. The “disappearing act” of Kaneki Ken was not something so easily dismissed; no, the streets were scoured, and their kind more readily disposed of in fears of what ran amok. Even be this as it was, alternative options would have been available if - if only - Kaneki would heal. Tsukiyama could not afford even to move him, for fear of causing greater harm. The pale-haired ghoul remained at death’s door itself - bleeding often through his bandages and refusing the food Tsukiyama managed to procure. Such a bitter taste it left upon his tongue.... To the extent that it spoiled his own meals, when he might chance them. A soft murmur broke the silence, and the cold cloth slipped from Kaneki’s brow as he turned in his sleep (vice-like in nature, as it was). Tsukiyama caught the cloth before it touched the floor, carefully putting it back in place. A process repeated, so often, so often, throughout the day. The fever had started only days before, but quickly snagged a hold upon Kaneki’s dwindling life. Without proper nourishment, even the greatest of ghouls could not survive - he knew this better than any. But then why - why did Kaneki refuse it? “...”

A whim? No, it was not so - he knew well enough that nothing so insignificant as a whim compelled him in that moment. Something ever-present - of some inkling he had always had, but considered only within his many reflections after the matter. In that instant, however, Tsukiyama thought only of pale hair and moribund skin - pressing a crimson fingertip to parted lips. “Open your eyes, Kaneki -....”

#Spinnenlilien #♦ Aυяιвυѕ тєηєσ Ɩυρυм #q #{ queuessss this into the abyss }

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#{ my! thank you ~!}#{ Tis positively delightful ~! }#{ you've really gotten good at crafting these }#outofappetence

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☽ ░░▒► Fingertips casually, languidly, stroked alabaster, a delicate melody dancing upon the keys. Softly, softly now - he mustn’t get too ahead of himself; presentation was key, after all. And he knew beyond a doubt that his timing was perfect, notes swelling just as she stepped over the threshold. “Liszt is quite - suited to you, wouldn’t you say~?”

An easy smile slipped into place, an oh-so-pleased remark on his own performance.

#gourmandisepecher #{ becko ns }#{ he's showing off }#{ v. ᵀʰᵉ ᴳᵉᶰᵗˡᵉᵐᵃᶰ ᶤᶳ ᵃᶰ ᴱᵖᶤᶜᵘʳᵉᵃᶰ }

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♠ ; there were missing posters for Kaneki in places he hadn’t expected— Kamii, had been freed from all the missing posters of his best friend by himself, and he had been working on getting others down to remove suspicion from him. The missing posters been scattered in various places around the city, but on the store front of almost every coffee shop he passed by wasn’t what he expected. The boy is heaving a sigh as he pulls off another one, but pauses when he feels the eyes of a stranger boring into him from a distance. Under his baseball cap, his warm eyes shift from side to side, before he turns completely to face this person.

❝ Did you know him? The boy on the poster? ❞

soigne-noir

☽ ░░▒► Lips parted, pale white ghosts passing between moments, as if a glass had dropped - some aching indication that had slipped through a carefully constructed veil. Spider-silk. Tangled and tattered by mere mention - no, it was better that such a name be left beneath softly whispered breath. Sore gaze bore unrelentingly, weary eyes, alabaster pulled in some semblance of acknowledgement. Rather some half-facade, too tired to be considered a smile.

“... I did, once.”

#{ thank you for the starter~ }#rudbeckiia #{ v. ᴮᶤᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵀᵒᶰᶤᶜ }#{ I hope you don't mind the verse~? If there is another you prefer please let me know - }

♦ ((A number of things have been bothering me in regards the Tokyo Ghoul:re. And I am not speaking simply in light of recent events, but the series as a whole. This is a rare topic that I do have some strong opinions on, especially in regards to the characterization of Tsukiyama, thus I do not necessarily recommend reading if you are fond of re:.

First and foremost - the uncomfortably shift in genre. Obviously after a series begins to grow in popularity, creators are often forced to make a few amendments in their original storyline, character design, the like, in favour of what will have traction with fans. But so often nowadays we see a complete “180 change” in the nature of the stories being crafted. The creators begin to cater to what their growing fan-base wants, instead of the (usually) well-planned structure they began with, and this leads to needless fan-service and bland characterization. Tokyo Ghoul has seen such an unfortunate transformation, going from a detailed horror manga to a generic shounen. The original had a lot of in-depth involvement - the stories were intimately drawn, and the darker aspects were meant to fluctuate between subtle shadows and jarring reveals. That is how the horror genre is most successful; it requires a delicate touch and careful construction. The original work was not about “defeating the bad guys” or “using your feelings to save your friends”. It was about survival and hardship, about the dual nature of humans and ghouls, and it was about how the ostracized cope with living under persecution. The ending was a perfectly pessimistic conclusion to a tragedy, just as it should have been. A sequel was not at all necessary. The sequel neither builds upon the tone that was previously established in Tokyo Ghoul, nor does it compliment any of the developments - from style to characters. Which brings me to my second point - the artwork. Ishida’s art has seen a change in the very same manner as his genre - shifting from a darker, more “sketchy” style that suited the series very nicely to something considerably more typical. This newer style has a habit of ‘softening’ expressions and scenes, lessening the impact and overall emotional involvement that were oh-so necessary; that imperfect artwork really helped the story progress. Artwork should be a reflection of the themes carried throughout the story - TG conveyed them much more masterfully and heightened sensations of all things macabre and violent. In Tokyo Ghoul:re the artwork has become much lighter, and gory scenes commonplace. Without the previous emphasis on making violent acts gritty and jarring, the audience is numbed and expectant - it carries little to no impact. (Take, for example, the two rather ‘iconic’ beheading scenes of Ihei and Ryouko. The latter carried a lot more weight; even in the panels leading up to their deaths, there is a lot more value placed upon the sequence in Tokyo Ghoul.) My third, and perhaps most impassioned, point would be the characters themselves, and any character development associated. Re: has done a good job of introducing a multitude of new characters, to the point where the series is teeming with minor roles that end almost as quickly as they are introduced. This really hurts the series as a whole, creating a cast that is just about impossible to feel sympathetic for. Less is more. Where characters were the driving point for TG, they are the weakest point for re:, with a whole line of dull, uninspiring story arcs that don’t seem to go anywhere. Where TG focused on the personal struggles of individual characters, re: brushes over them and tries to push character developments that are rushed and out of place. This practice is painfully visible in Tsukiyama and the whole breadth of his current arc in re:. I am firmly of the opinion that Ishida Sui completely changed his original characterization of Tsukiyama - everything from mannerisms to his background. Re: introduces him as a vapid half-shell of himself, lacking the eccentric and colorful qualities that first made him such an interesting character. Admittedly, the concluding events of TG make a great change in Tsukiyama reasonable - but this does not mean that his ‘former self’ would be completely obliterated. Re: attempts to paint Tsukiyama as a sympathetic character (something the fan-base often uses to paint him as “blameless”) and then it simply goes and unravels it’s own attempts at establishing any depth by making the matter seem shallow and unimportant. If you intend to have a character be bedridden for three years, having them walk within a week because it is “simply the nature of this character’, because ‘they can always bounce back’, is insulting to any concept of development in this character. It is as though Ishida were parading around the depth he had formerly established, reducing Tsukiyama to a select few aspects to serve as fodder for comedic material and fan-based interpretations. Now - Don’t get me wrong on this. Despite all that I said, Tokyo Ghoul:re isn’t irredeemable. It does have some redemptive qualities (namely some interesting moments, and a couple interesting characters - and, of course, with the individual interpretations of particular roleplayers who can bring depth to even stock characters) and as a standalone manga it wouldn’t be half bad. But attempting to produce the series as a response to a growing fan-base and demand for more of this and that was a matter of poor planning on Ishida’s part. Instead of trying to continue from the ending of his first series (which, might I remind you, was wonderful), it would have been much better to have taken at least a year off to develop a separate series. Even a spin-off, from the perspective of the CCG, would have been better. All in all, I can only say that Tokyo Ghoul:re has been a major disappointment for me.))

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“ ‘Ghoul ’, they say… Not the least bit ghostly or have you come from a fresh picking at the graveyards.”

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☽ ░░▒► “That would hardly be civil, now would it, Monsieur~? Perhaps simply ‘predator’ would be closer to the truth.”

#{ I hope you'll pardon my delay - }#{ came down with a bit of something }#{ But this starter is perfectly agreeable~ }#{ delighted to be beginning a bit of something with you~ }#sikigud #{ v. ᵀʰᵉ ᴳᵉᶰᵗˡᵉᵐᵃᶰ ᶤᶳ ᵃᶰ ᴱᵖᶤᶜᵘʳᵉᵃᶰ }

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☽ ░░▒► Hues like fragments of glass slid over tabletop and glittering cups, painting a world of shivering patterns; shadows being far greater the impressionists than faces themselves, a gaze lacquered in darkness observed particulars drifting to and fro. Hands curved casually, posture relaxed, Tsukiyama waited by untouched wine (indeed, it was a simple indulgence of little fancies; how many a tongue praised this crimson?). A particular young man, so partial to this exclusive club, had caught his eye - now it was simply a matter of biding his time.

#sratednxtcracker #{ Here we are~ }#{ A pleasure to meet you~ }#{ v. ᵀʰᵉ ᴳᵉᶰᵗˡᵉᵐᵃᶰ ᶤᶳ ᵃᶰ ᴱᵖᶤᶜᵘʳᵉᵃᶰ }

♦ ((Starter call~))

#{ departing but shall complete tomorrow~ }#outofappetence

♦ ((Returning after roughly two weeks of inactivity; I was otherwise occupied for the first week with midterms and, in the following reading week, contracted an unfortunate illness. But the time for such is in the past! Anticipating a return to current threads and starters within a day.))

#outofappetence #{ slips in }#{ and a return to skype as well~ }#{ not to mention those messages in my inbox - }

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“Sheesh, don’t go walking up behind people like that. For a minute I thought I was about to get mugged or something. Nice suit, by the way.”

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☽ ░░▒► A common thief? Of all things, Tsukiyama most certainly was not that - but found his gaze mysteriously enamored by such a gleaming expanse of head. “Why thank you -” Though an acknowledgement, ‘tis a rather absentminded one.

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