#ignorantshark

[kenkamishiro]

just finished the first episode and i just KANEKI man i just uuugggh he doesnt deserve any of this, but i will admit touka being so passive about kaneki going to aogiri was weird. but i honestly cant wait for episode 2

Kaneki just never deserved to be the protagonist of Tokyo Ghoul, period.

It was weird, but it didn't bother me too much.

And same, I'm looking forward to episode 2 and learning more about Aogiri and its leaders *coughtataracough*

[voracioustenacity]

The Jackal was hardly a ghoul that remained angry at all times. In fact, he preferred a rather mellow demeanor despite his sometimes-haughty, sometimes-annoying predisposition. His true anger was like that of a slow-burning ember within a mountain of coals; all it needed was that certain amount of additive to get the ball rolling. From a campfire to a forest fire, there were no in-betweens. And at the moment, he was angry. But this anger wasn’t due in part of a certain individual or a specific incident – but an item. What he had thought to be a bone was actually a rock, and with a lax crunch of his jaw did he manage to crack a rather prominent tooth. While it was his fault for not paying attention, the utter annoyance that sprung from such a surprising turn of events remained bittersweet, but oh-so terribly fucked up. The nerve throbbed; the pressure caused the circumference of the tooth to feel as though it had swelled tenfold. Though his curse for having the most shit-regenerative prowess only made him want to shove himself within the deepest contents of the nearest dumpster to – hopefully – sleep it off. If only he were so lucky. Had his kagune been exposed, it would have been beating against the very wall that his face remained plastered against; using the cool temperature of the brick to momentarily ease the pain.

❝FUCK!❞ The resounding call was sure to direct anyone’s attention nearby, whereas he allowed his lower jaw to hang free just long enough to rid himself of the access saliva that had otherwise built up within that cavern. It was difficult to get what he needed at the time. A chomp of flesh to kickstart his healing and yet, biting into someone – no matter how soft the flesh would be – would ultimately hurt. That anger had begun to subside and in its place, brought the whining of a vulnerable… pup. Hands outstretched from his seated position at the corner of a building, snagging the pant-legs of the next passerby. ❝It… It hurts th’ baby!❞ The baby, in reference to himself.