#lapined

[the-ghoul-remains]

@lapined​

IT WAS DIFFICULT, to tell where he was, how long he had left to wander. Sticking to the shadows and laying low during day time regardless of how sick he felt, how much he just wished to crawl into a corner and pass out. Yet Reaper hadn’t allowed himself such a luxury, keeping himself wide awake and alert of any footsteps or scents he could pick up. He was growing weary, even after the rest he’s had at Haku’s place.

HIS BODY WAS WEAK. The injuries on his body were all healed aside from his eyes, which he kept on scratching and injuring in his sleep. He was bloody and messy, his muzzle caked in blood that was mostly his own, bile, stubble growing all across his jaw and at the top of his lip. The clothes on his body torn and shredded, sticking to his own body by the mixture of fluids that infused the fabric to his very skin. The glove on his kagune-hand was missing, revealing the dragon-like claws and scales he had donned. With the stench was being nearly unbearable, it was a near-impossible task to sniff out a ghoul that could be creeping up on him - but at the very same time... it had kept his own scent hidden.

THIS WAS HOW HE KEPT HIS IDENTITY as the Black Reaper hidden so far, and it worked well... aside on Kakuzu, which luckily for him was a neutral entity. One that knew Kaneki better than himself. Reaper exhaled deeply, trying to wipe away the tears, blood and pus away from his eyes, but to no avail. No matter where he looked, how hard he tried to focus... Everything around him was but different splotches of colors. Some were moving, some were not.

WITH THE SUN SETTING, Reaper found himself lurking in the shadows, taking whichever alleyway he could to try and stumble on a place he could recognize even in his current state. Everything was... so dark however. So terribly the same. He kept bumping into walls, catching his claws on metal pipes and holes in the concrete as he stumbled towards the road and found himself all too weak to continue.

HE’LL JUST CLOSE HIS EYES... No, not to sleep... To recharge, two minutes only, and then press on. He refused to give in.

[hail-the-one-eyed-king]

@lapined

It has only been a week since their paths have crossed, howbeit with the half-ghoul still detained at the 23rd Ward, Arima found himself with just enough time to brief himself a second time with the evidence. Something was clearly amiss, skewed and twisted in what little relationship the two have shared. The Red-Twig ghoul was one that Arima has not personally known, his name would pass here and there but never was he assumed to be someone of importance. Not until the fateful day in which he overpowered the CCG’s new reaper, The Black Reaper, and left him in pieces in that parking lot.

Having come across Rabbit the previous week made him rethink his approach with the Red-Twig. The ghoul’s rank have risen from A to S after his crimes against his apprentice, however it was it was not quite enough for the Arima to get involved in. There was no chance someone of Arima’s stature would meddle with the lowly S ranks, no. Perhaps only on his free time, which he just happened to possess.

The day was lovely, the sun shining unlike most rainy days in this season and he had heard that the coffee at the place was the best. That was what Haise had told him, at least, before the drastic change in his demeanour took place. Arima used two dainty fingers to pull down the handle of the door, listening to the soft bell ringing as he allowed himself inside. The place, it was very warm and homely, even inviting, dare he say. Frosted eyes danced along the bookshelves and the wooden tables until they landed down on the figure of Rabbit by the counter, his expression, as always, unreadable.

[blood-driven]

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          To bite was to breath. To move was to kill.  Tiir looked human at first, maybe a bit paler, his limbs just a little too long perhaps? Did his eyes seem a little to red? But that was just due to the light... wasn’t it? He was just tall... for his age and... and im sure he just didnt get enough sun....right?

         That’s what ran through the heads of most of his victims, at least those lucky enough to think a few thoughts before their head was severed from their necks. He gave no mercy, left no living. And why should he, Tiir had learned from a young age that nothing would be given. Everything had to be taken. image                 The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, thick and oily. From where he was standing Tiir could just make out the shape of...  a woman’s? Silhouette? From the way they were sanding, shadows fell on their front, hiding any distinctive features. Oh well, it’s not like he cared. Absentmindedly Tiir gave a flick of his hand shaking free crimson clots. “Are you going to scream or run?” A sadistic smirk. “Let’s get this over with.”

[minuseven]

kaneki homosexual moments: eating his besties face and not saying no homo

they hate to see a boytoy winning

[amnxsic]

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“Good morning Kirishima-san~” he greets as he takes a seat, he’s rather early but thats fine, its the little things in life that are the most important. “How has your day been so far~” 

[veiliisms]

*RENJI & TOUKO. / @lapined​ (sc from a while ago)

“gonna need somethin’ strong today, kirishima... been workin’ all night.”

[lacrimoso]

@lapined / ☠️

“What d’ya think dyin’ feels like?” He doesn’t really need to be prompted to talk, he just kind of... does it. He’s sitting near (although, it’s more-so above her.) her, nearly laying in a lounge on top of a pile of boxes they’ve yet to sort through. “... Think it feels as good as it does t’kill people?”

[youngscion]

this was good and ic twitters are good