#purgirltory.

[kn4ves]

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the pineapples don't belong on pizza argument/joke is so old, boring and annoying. we all live in a shitty, dark and capitalistic world. let people enjoy their pineapple pizza because it could be the only thing that brings them joy and keeping them from having a mental break down. minding your business and letting people enjoy themselves is not that hard.

[keijishiinogi]

HAND TIGHTENS AROUND THE GLASS. they’re bad today. blood seeps around the flesh of the manifestation, lays its undying hand against the former detective’s shoulder. the burning liquid has already drowned his throat, soul succumbed to the alcohol. he keeps getting served, keeps asking for more. more torment, more heartbreak, more inevitable pain. he deserves it, he tells himself. it’s his fault for not noticing the corruption before. it’s his fault for letting himself aim & shoot. it’s his fault for getting tricked. it will forever remain his responsibility.

tired eyes glance up. how long had @purgirltory been stood in front of him? time feels like a concept here, not a reality. at this point, he doesn’t even know where he is. this time, he can put the blame on mr. policeman. he resists the urge to lay his head down on the counter. all he wants to do is sleep. which means he has to stop drinking, now. ❝ a refill? ❞ one more wouldn’t harm him.

[weaponofwar]

X

sumire’s gaze cannot avert from violet. she’s not a mind—reader, cannot infer what is going on in her heart. she knows how it looks, but it’s not as bad as it seems. at least, that’s a lie she wants to blurt out, make the other feel more at ease. she cannot do that. she has no comfort to give, physically or emotionally. only instructions can be reeled off of her tongue, and they’re as sharp as the knife that is tucked in her waistband. perhaps it was a mistake to retrieve the murder weapon, but she had to reduce the amount of clues that led back to her.

❝ i need you to come with me. ❞ sumi shuffles forward, lets the tips of her fingers run against @purgirltory’s cheek. there shouldn’t be any coaxing needed, but she doesn’t want to take any chances.

❝ we need to hide away for a little while. ❞

[weaponofwar]

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself. / @purgirltory

[ TXT ]: yk you’ve just repeated yourself right?

[ TXT ]: just ask if you want me over.

[ TXT ]: i’ll probably say no

[ TXT ]: but you never know

[creationofcontrol]

makima can understand the attraction of night time. it’s where most devils appear, teeth glimmering and soul ready to suck up any trace of happiness that comes their way. she understands that, because she’s exactly the same.

spirals stare into vi’s soul, trying to pick apart every aspect on whether a lie could be told in her presence. ears twitch at the crack in the other’s voice, but makima just sighs, shrugging her long coat off and hanging it over the chair. she supposes she cannot trap vi forever— rebellion is expected. she just thought that it wouldn’t be so soon. was vi already escaping the powerful grasp makima had over her?

❝ i can excuse it this time. because it’s the first. ❞ she waves her hand as if dismissing the topic, dismissing vi’s feelings.

there’s no need to address it if it’ll never be an issue again.

❝ sit down, violet. ❞ makima points to the seat she placed her jacket on, turning slightly to reach for a set of files. red ink has been pushed into the top corner, reading ‘confidential’. ❝ we need to discuss your circumstances. whether you can remain here. ❞

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[creationofcontrol]

[ TXT ➛ violet ] yh

[ TXT ➛ violet ] get used to it

[ TXT ➛ violet ] next time there’ll be nobody to help you.

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[creationofcontrol]

kaneki hums. he’s never found himself interested in tobacco, so he’s unable to comment on the habit that the other seems to be indulging in. if it helps her calm down, so be it. he wishes he had something to help him calm down, rather than rushing into a panic every time he comes into contact with a situation that heavily favours the other person, or just overly stresses him out.

not only his anxiety, but his overwhelming kindness prevent him from being able to hunt down humans, rummage through their flesh and tear off the aspects that ghouls need to survive. which is why he’s always the one picking up the packages. not touka, not yomo, who were indifferent about acting like animals. he supposes it’s what he has to do after refusing to be part of the violence.

❝ i understand. being away from home is… ❞ horrible, he wants to say. but he forgets the word that he wants to use and lets himself trail off instead, gaze meeting vi’s.

❝ are you sure? there’s a lot of ground to cover. ❞ kaneki rubs the back of his neck, fingernails digging uncomfortably into his skin. of course, he doesn’t want to existence of ghouls to be discovered, either. and the city tends to house quite a few (according to the staff at the shop), despite how rare they actually are in the world. from what vi said before, it doesn’t seem like she would make a big deal about it, though. maybe he’s reading too far into her words, making it seem like blurting the truth would be okay.

continuation from X | @purgirltory

[creationofcontrol]

❝ don’t be so pathetic. ❞ sumi firmly grips onto vi’s shoulders, pulls her down onto the floor so she’s not standing and trembling.

sumire doesn’t understand what the panic is about— but she supposes she can slightly sympathise with violet’s emotions. she’s not sure if the other has killed before, purposely or accidentally, but having a lack of skeletons in the closet would explain the vulnerability that she feels.

thumb reaches up, wipes some of the smeared blood off of vi’s face.

❝ at least you didn’t botch a clean-up attempt. ❞ sumi sighs. ❝ just leave it. ❞ maybe, if it was the right time, she would’ve offered to deal with it herself by massacring more, cover up the fact that vi did anything wrong in the first place.

continuation from X | @purgirltory