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|| I apologize profusely for my absence over the last couple of weeks. I plan on making my triumphant return soon, so keep an eye on it! For all of those individuals whom I owe a response, did you want to continue or start something fresh?
i plan on replying to everything tomorrow evening after my shift, so never fear! this week has been extremely draining, dear lord.
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What is your other blog, Ша? May you grace me with your blessing to destroy it as well? ;>
// I still find it amusing that my last name basically starts off with the phonetic version of Ша. But my other TG blog is hxnbee BUT WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DESTROY HIM I mean he's already sdfsdf as is.
I’ve reached my first 1002 so I thought it was about time to make one of these and just thank a bunch of people for making this a welcoming community for a stranger like me.
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♕: Why you chose the muse you did?
While I had intentionally meant for Kunou to be someone worth reckoning with, he eventually became a source of more comedic relief than was necessary. He isn’t overpowered. He doesn’t have the intelligence to be considered a mastermind at anything. Yet, he is just as much of a hindrance in terms of rightfully annoying acts, trash-talking, and generally eating any dead body within a five mile radius. I believed that in a sense, someone needed a character like him around. He could provide a foil when necessary, or he could be a dumbass dork when conflict isn’t within reach. That and – I wanted to try my hand at an original character rather than to make another Kaneki, Nishiki, Noro… etcetcetc. Even though I do have another TG blog that I’ve yet to actually be active on. /sweats profusely.
I BELIEVE life is a prize.
but [ to live ] doesn’t mean YOU’RE ALIVE.
sharkcannibal started following you.
A lengthy inhale; none-so-pleasant as to gain the awful scent of an intruder within the confines of one backwater area. While he wasn’t one to act over-territorial, given his nature of simply scavenging, he just had to let curiosity claim another life. Kicking his heels against the rails of an unused, completely rusted fire escape, a round of boisterous laughter followed suit.
“I think ya got th’ wrong fuckin’ place, buddy!”
When the instance in where the offending vile creature wormed his way on the rods of metals that served as railings, the eccentric hedonist, whom had been reveling in the momentary pleasure of instigating the animal to sense an emotion similar to doom, allowed the vague un-chosen decision that he should have incapacitated him enter his already crowded brain. However, such laments were of no importance for what has already transpired, one is unable to exchange a decision for another as if it were nothing but a mere collection card.
Such occurrences of the mind were nudged into the position of background aesthetic roles when his ears caught the outburst of his temporary entertainment. A single azure brow raising to almost meet his hairline when the individual compared himself with a mindless animal. Of course when drinking in the image of disheveled locks of tresses that cascaded erratically along his frame, unnamable particles coating probably every proximity of his frame, a putrid odor reeking around his bubble and tainting the air around in the atmosphere — well, one would assume he was providing individuals with the denotation of rabid wild beasts.
"But that doesn’t mean the animal will overpower the person," that was all he was able to respond with before he was able to witness the protruding kagune slithering from his body, a movement similar to one of serpents. A bikaku? His orbs were set on his new opponent as the creature suddenly sprung forward with the intent to damage his person, practically flying towards his direction with enhanced velocities. Two could play this game.
With an abrupt jerk of his arm, his irises bled to crimson and sclera welcome a void of darkness into its abode while a minute trail of red strings, resembling spider webs, dispersed from the center to the skin surrounding his eyes. Below his shoulder blades, a metallic flat object protruded from his pale flesh, dancing in the air around it as it flowed in spirals around his arm until a sharp edge, which glistened with the moon’s straying illuminance, was pointing to the side at a 60 degree angle.
As swiftly as he was able to move, he positioned the metallic plate in front of his chest, slightly cautious of his ribs while he absentmindedly noted that grand portions of his upper garments were damaged.
"I haven’t caught your name, how rude of me, I would like to know the title of my casual fling."
Assumptions had refused to play lightly to the sudden clash of strangers; one clearly outranking the other and for what it was worth, the lesser certainly sought to change the aspect of failure to a certain degree. This was not a fight for amusement, but the very bane of his existence. A time in which he had thought to flee should have been taken to a much higher thought than to rush in on adrenaline alone. A battle not worth losing; but that limelight that he worked to establish could just as easily sway into the positive perspective if he could land some sort of deafening blow. To murder was to understand that he had the potential – but he was so very aware that such sentiments remained out of reach. Essentially, he was going to lose and he knew it. Halcyon days remained in the eye of the beholder. He chose to think of it like this; if he was alive, it was a good day. The near-dimming aspect of grey skies over an otherwise overcast disposition only meant one thing – he was struggling. That sneaking outlook to undermine the opposition had been suppressed from the get-go. From the very moment like-eyes caught the glint of a newly emerging Kagune, the glamour had been lost to something bordering listlessness. That unnerved ghoul that the greater being had the pleasure of causing such discomfort was threatening to break through once again. That ineffable feeling of doom had only been fugacious at best; but returned as though it was nothing more than the throb of his heart. The only sound to emerge from the sudden clash of solid RC cells was that of a strangled ‘K’eh!’, in which the Jackal had also caught fragments of his own organic weapon. Quills – piercing shards ricochet from the very connection, though he refused to pause in his rapid-succession kicks to remove what protruded; it was now or never to knock the other ghoul from the enclosing bars and onto the ground below. Irises surrounded by subtle gossamer of the same color remained hidden behind tufts of blond and for an instance, he refused to allow that horror of an unfair fight to instill within the recesses of his otherwise simple mind.
“Fuck!” He spat, the fine prickle of cold sweat just waiting to trail along the back of his neck. “Why th’ fuck would’ja wanna know that?! For all ya care, ya can jus’ say Jackal.” Once sated, his Kagune shifted to a quasi-solid, removing the possibility for the wayward projectiles for the time being. The labyrinthine movements may have aided in his effort to remain balanced, however, it was no match for this cork-screw of a Koukaku that would be staring him down in a bid of defiance. Now was his time to gain as much distance between them as possible.
▸ This guy was acting too friendly towards him and wasn’t he holding onto him for too long? Shit he was gonna be running late with getting back and it was gonna be this guys fault. T-Tsk! What’s up with that grin? it sent a shiver up Shirazu’s back. This guy whoever he was, sent him bad vibes.
▸ Once his pants leg was free, he held tightly onto the paper bag to lean slightly over and straighten himself out.
"I don’t care of you’re a ladies man or not but damn cou-"
▸ This guy! Shifting his weight, Shirazu moved the top of the bag out of his line of sight. Under his breath he muttered.
"I knew I should have rode my bike…"
"No it’s not food, it’s coffee."
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Could he what? Could he move away? Surely. There was nothing deterring him from doing otherwise – with the exception of what lay within that brown bag. If it was just coffee, then he could have been sated with a simple peek. However, if something more was nestled within, he wanted to know what it was and if it would taste like the most vile, putrid sort of human disgust that he could possibly have the pleasure of shoving down his own throat. But this guy was making things difficult. On top of this, Kunou’s nerves were raw from the constant throb of pain involving with one of the smallest – yet most important – parts of his body ( and no, it was no penis joke ). He hissed, reaching out with every intent to snag that bag, even if it meant grappling the other’s body whilst doing so; and getting face-to-face with that same shit-eating grin.
“Lemme see! Jus’ a peek. Ya let me see n’ I’ll leave ya alone.” A wayward snort should have signaled such false arrangements, for as long as the Jackal was tucked up against anyone, he held no intention of letting them wander off without some sort of amusement tickling his fancy.
"O-oh, well I-I’m glad that I didn’t hurt your feelings…" He was, truly, that the other ghoul hadn’t been deeply offended by his refusal. "I-I’m sorry, b-but you can just save it for yourself, f-for later."
"I-I wouldn’t want you to give it to Kirby." He said,surprised at hearing that.Who would give a cat human flesh? That was just..it just didn’t sound right. Besides he was going to the store for cat food anyways. At least there was one food aisle he could browse at the store without turning green. "H-he gets enough nutrients from the blend of food I b-buy.."
Again he was surprised at what he was hearing. He would stay for a shower, but not for a night’s rest? Maybe if it had been someone else Souta would have understood but it didn’t make sense with Kunou. He was big and toug and did look rather tattered. Nodding to his decision he looked up. Oh right, where he had come from? It wasn’t any secret so he answered easily.
"I-I was at the library, dropping some manga off I had c-checked out. T-they were going to be over due soon, I-I can’t risk any fines."
Huh! To save more food for himself? There was no way that he would outwardly deny such a thing. While he was certainly a ghoul, he lacked the typical finesse when it concerned any sort of civil mannerism; no bedside manners, no eating with the proper fork, and certainly devouring anything left on his plate to a reasonable extent. He had a piece of someone in his hand at that moment, he would’ve dug in for the sheer matter of the principal and nothing more. However, he knew nothing of animals in terms of their proper treatment or feeding. He assumed that, upon witnessing strays within the streets, they fed in a similar way as himself. Though if animals were at the point of starvation, any sort of stained wrapper and slivers of skin would be appealing to an extent. It was something to consider, so perhaps going into a home with a pet would be something worth experiencing – even if he would, quite possibly, have the urge to shove a few kibbles of cat food down his throat.
“That’s weird.” He mused aloud, positioning his hands behind his head while continuing to take stride beside of the younger ghoul. “Yer cat doesn’t hunt. But ya do. Ya go buy cat food but yer cat doesn’t do… anythin’ fer ya?” Not that the concept of a simple pet alluded him, but wouldn’t it be amusing to be hunting alongside of one? To train it to take down people instead of doing the job themselves? With cats… it would’ve been more difficult, but his imagination got the better of him at times. He shook his head, “nevermind ‘bout that. S’kinda yer thing, not mine.” For him to make that kind of realization may have meant very little, but he was also learning about what kind of ghoul Souta was; and it was so very different than himself. It was confusing in a way, humorous in another, but all-around interesting. “Havin’ t’ pay fines fer books is ridiculous. But ya could always buy a –,” Forgetting the term of the e-readers, he began to make motions with his hands. Box shaped – held like a book, or was it a handheld game? “Electronic thing to read everythin’ fer free!” Surely someone could jack books that way – and the kid wouldn’t have to worry about paying for anything other than the … electronic thing. What an odd conversation.
Human as he was, his senses only worked as well as biological constraints allowed. The constantly dilated pupils didn’t let Juuzou see more than the average human, and lids squinted over the neon-pain-red slivers ringing their pits from light and lack of interest. He’d tipped his head down, and just when he’d begun focusing more on fiddling with the tiny weapon something interrupted him. It’d been what he wanted, but he could have done with a different approach.
"Nhh, what?" Loud noises, unexpected noises, sometimes made Juuzou’s nostrils flare when he should have rightly startled. Seemingly always-slippered feet dropped their heels onto the ground, leading the way for the rest of him stretching upward to follow. He windmilled about, all purposefully clumsy with his joints since he’d already given away one of his blades hanging around his palm, and Juuzou liked it when others didn’t realize how quick and restrained he could be with his body. When he got a visual to go with the volume he simply stopped. "That’s not a someone," Juuzou insisted, voice abrasive as the whistling had been for him to hear. "You’re not scared? You’re noisy. Noisy and not careful. Should I come up there where you’re noisy and not careful, or do you wanna be noisy and not careful down here with me?" Suzuya had yelled at strange people from rooftops himself, so he considered the strangeness of the behavior while summarily ready to dismiss it as a false alarm. He couldn’t be the only one alive that did such things without being a ghoul, but he had a thought—
and very, very, very much hoped —that this guy was a ‘something’ instead of a ‘someone’ too. After all, ‘something’ he could stick with one of his blades and be rewarded for it. Suzuya kept still and wondered if the blood would come out in slow sheets or quick splatters as he did it, and was he the type to scream or laugh from pain? It’d soothe his temper either way (being blamed for this, after all, did not please him in the least), and Juuzou tried his best not to get too curious or ahead of himself.
As well ‘put-together’ as he should have been – could have been – Kunou always chose the incomprehensible route when facing a decision that would be otherwise considered a no-brainer. He should have simply wandered off when he had the chance. He could have watched without much incident. But the ghoul chose to show himself in the most unceremonious of ways – by simply acting like a semi-concerned, even drunk citizen that just so happened to be on the roof near a crime scene. Or was it considered a ‘crime scene’? The Jackal’s head tipped with momentary contemplation as the smaller figure seemingly danced below. There was a knife and absolutely no contest in realizing the potential for its use. However, knives meant close combat and he tried to keep away from conflict that invited destruction to his body in such a way. Normally he remained under-pressure with these sorts and so… he refused to move from his post. That wasn’t to say he could be enticed, as his recent rendezvous had given him enough incentive to fight rather than to take flight.
“N’eh? Kinda looks like a someone from here, but!” His body leaned heavily, using the heels of his boots to provide the necessary counter-balance; fingers subduing the motion of his lips while his expression switched from boredom to alarm. “Ya should get away from there if it ain’t! Ya never know when ya might get hurt—,” in which he quickly finished with a mumble. ‘or somethin’.' “I ain’t comin’ down there where that – that thing is!” Quick to motion with his hands, he waved them dismissively as he straightened his posture. “’Sides, I gotta get back t’work! Y’know…” His voice tapered then as he scanned the area for anything that he could use to reinforce this aspect of working for pay. It was more difficult than he cared to admit. “If ya need help, I can get people fer ya!” A lie. But it was better than exerting his energy when he felt no desire to confront this one.
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I have a deep (mostly unspoken) fear of dying. Not death, as in witnessing death, or being around something/someone that has passed, but of taking my last breath.
I'm 6' 2'' tall.
I'm also missing half of my lumbar from a recent spinal surgery.
Munday questions! Send me a symbol~
☮: five things I have in common with my muse
✿: five things that are different about me from my muse
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☯: three things I'd change about myself if I could
♥: three blogs I recommend
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☣: favorite male singer
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♈: last time you screamed
♉: last time you cried
♊: last time you hit someone
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♒: five male fives
♓: one thing you're looking forward to
☹: five things that make you sad
☺: five things that make you happy
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It had been a few since her last meal, and she was quite hungry. There were too many interruptions to eat a HUMAN, and ghouls were always together, so she wasn’t up for fighting more then one. And when the stranger approached, she couldn’t help but grab onto them.
❛ I’m really hungry.
You should stay still for a moment, okay? ❜
Roaming had become more of a habit than a necessity. Ward-switching and the general inquisitiveness of a particular ghoul didn’t quite bode well for when he wanted to avoid confrontation as much as incite it; and this night would be no different. He had only exposed himself for a few moments out of the evening and apparently, that’s all he needed to find himself within a peculiar situation. With the sudden imposing weight knocking his balance askew, the Jackal was quick to shove at the body in a pitiful effort to gain the upper hand in this otherwise confusing situation. It could’ve been a drunkard for all he knew and yet – those words quickly strengthened his resolve to get the fuck away.
“Hell naw! Ya can take a bite outta someone else or feed like th’ rest o’ us dogs—,” he hissed through the in-betweens of clenched canines, eventually just throwing the entirely of his bodyweight within the very direction of the opposition. There was no way he was going to become fodder tonight! Considering he continued to repeat himself; ‘oh hell naw, oh hell naw!’
He didn’t like how the subject of family was being dissed. Of course the other knew nothing about Mai and how great a mother she was but he couldn’t help but feel she was personally being insulted. “T-that may be true for some families, b-but not all are like that..”
Scraps? Was that how Kunou fed? Souta didn’t see anything wrong with it. Actually it was a smart idea if you wanted to avoid confrontation. But that wasn’t how he had taught himself and he doubt he could follow toward that path after tasting fresh human meat. “S-sorry, I-I didn’t mean to offend you..I-it’s just I wouldn’t feel right taking it from you.”
"I-I guess that makes me feel a little better, c-cats not liking you." But he was still going to be as cautious as he could when they finally went to his apartment. "Yeah, t-the store is just right up here and my p-place isn’t that much further after it." He felt a sting of guilt at the last bit. Was his actions making it seem like he wanted to run the other ghoul off? If he was asking for a shower, even bargaining with food for it, then that had to mean he was homeless, right? He may not feel the most at ease around him but Souta wasn’t cruel.
"N-no, you don’t have to hurry..i-if you don’t have anywhere to stay tonight then you can s-sleep on the couch if you really want to.."
Clearly, the concept of foot-in-mouth hadn’t been grasped in his numerous years of living. He had become so used to mouthing off, to saying such negative sentiments based on his own harsh reality that thinking anything differently had become something of a rude awakening. That wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t listen to opposing opinions; rather, he wasn’t empathetic enough to care. Somewhere deep down, he knew not everyone held the same feelings or had the same outlook, or fought the same battles. There was always a moment to agree to disagree, or a similar statement thereof. In those moments, he jerked his chin upward as a mere acknowledgement and nothing more. There was no need to become argumentative. This kid was going to lend him a hot shower so the least he could do was suck up his otherwise stubborn nature for the sake of consoling- or reassuring the timid one. “Nah, ya didn’t.” Kunou chuffed; the undertones hinting toward amusement, though stifled short of a chuckle. “But if I offered it, ya wouldn’t be takin’ it! Ya better bet glad, too, ‘cause I jus’ don’t give away what I find.” Even if he didn’t really need to eat anything, he had this terrible habit of engorging himself when necessary. “N’ I sure as hell ain’t gonna give it t’ yer cat –…” Would cats even eat human flesh? Possibly not. No way – wait. They were wild to an extent and dogs were known to eat their owner’s faces from time to time. Maybe that’s why alley cats never cared much for his existence. That train of thought completely derailed as soon as the kid mentioned resting on the couch for the night. As delighted as any other may have been, Kunou was quick to wave it off. He had a code to follow – and that code was… to sleep in the areas that he had designated to be his own! Besides, he had an old shack to nestle into, should he become too injured to move for a few days. That was all he needed, really.
“I got places t’ cover, things t’ do, people t’ see.” A mirth-laden grin spread across his features, subsequently causing the bridge of his nose to wrinkle. “Or things t’ cover, people t’ do, places t’ see. Interchangeable, y’know!” Granted, the home was close to the store, which may have been convenient – but totally in the opposite direction from which the kid came from. Glancing over a shoulder, then back upon the youth, it was evident that Kunou was very confused. “Where’d ya come from?”
