#profaene

[riastradd]

nya ? owo

w-woof? uwu

[killldante-blog]

nya nya with me donto - kun uwu

[killldante-blog]

nya ?

             get this furry shit out of my face,  you demon

[ghoulpatch]

25

25 - rip one of my muse’s teeth out.

the presence is announced. like one knows the sun will fall and the moon will rise. a shadow in the absence of light. he’s not panicking, not yet. teeth are bared and he releases the smallest of hisses, taking a step back. he’s met demons before, but this is no peaceful meeting - the ill-intentions have him guarded, strained, and he’s eyeing the space around them, looking for means of escape. it’s best not to fight what he doesn’t know, not if he can help it. he lunges to the side of a building, grabbing at a metal ladder and tossing himself up. the soles of well-built boots stomp hard against the cement, and he easily crosses from one roof to the next. they’re darting, brushes of quick wind, when kaneki’s foot catches, and he’s off by the smallest second, the smallest step— and it’s that easy. elongated fingernails grip the skin at his throat, bring his head back with the strength of a single yank. there’s something crawling into his mouth and the ghoul feels sickened, perturbed, assaulted as his top right canine is ripped from his gums, the abrupt flood of blood filling his mouth, diving along his tongue. he chokes, startled, and lets out a pained growl whilst pushing himself from the other’s hold. it’ll grow back, and the agony is not the worst, but the emptiness in its spot leaves him uncomfortable and angry.

[aperturetrigger]

‘ weeping is for gods & martyrs, we cannot afford such luxuries. ’

meme    //   g r a v e   s u g g e s t i o n s

yet beyond what devious falsehood  a well of weary tidings from his own eyes then   ?  a stuffy sensation that coils in sinuses, fogs the vision of sky touched hues, and chokes the gruff out of his timbre --            prompto hates it    !!    hates that he isn’t allowed to feel, shouldn’t be able to in the first place.  not apart of his engineering,  not apart of his code.  nails scratch the surface beneath black bands, call it a cataclysm of wills and he whimpers all the same with a quirk of a freckled mouth.   

but they’re right.     they don’t have time to sit and dwell upon misdeeds and the prospect of forgiveness.  pushing ahead ; that’s what’s important and there will be time for tears and maiden wails in the aftermath of this little personal nightmare. his nose crinkles, snuffling once beneath a smattering of marred freckles.  a curt nod is bestowed to the other before the gunslinger speaks, swallowing heavy and choking back the worrisome tide,     

❛    yeah ,    i  hear  you .     ❜

[indulges-a]

❝          DO YOU SEASON YOUR MEAT ? or do you eat it in its natural state ?            ❞           fluid,    honey - suckled words come with the side of deep wine,    bettered by the sprinkle of iron    (    is it truly wine or,    instead,    blood ?    )   .    her question was almost a test   ------   not that she cared too much,    but her curiosity begged to be sated   ------   &    his scent raised many questions    :    what was he ?    he definitely wasn’t a human,    but he wasn’t a ghoul either.    how exciting !           ❝           i personally think seasoning is far too .     .     .    gratuitous,    yes ?           ❞

            @profaene​   \\   ♥ ‘d

[kxrei-a]

' A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief. '

deathless ♚ sentence meme

      ‘ and so is it the beginning of something else, ’

            a time when ones own beliefs questioned; challenged            as finally they are shown the truth, much like he, who            was once unquestioning. yet there was doubt, never            in the words of his father, nor those of the church, but            of himself. and so he has struck a revelation. that his            own existence, merely a fluke.

                      and so i understand now who i am                               and understand what i must do                                    to never forget                             for i now know the truth

      ‘ something far greater than we. ’