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i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

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// small warning big re touken hate it's a post on why I hate it and how I think it could've been done better BUT I encourage you to keep reading if you do like them and to give me your thoughts whether to tell me why you like them or why you think im wrong in some regards i love a good debate its why i joined Tumblr

I'm gonna start this off by talking about why I loved the original mangas touken.

They start off as strangers, them only having a REAL meeting when she saves his ass from nishio. Initially she was cold and rude, for every reason he was very disrespectful(also for good reason he was scared and all he knew about ghouls is that they are monsters who hurt people, one literally just had him in a choke hold) but I digress. Kaneki starts working at anteiku and he's shadowing touka much to her dismay she feels he can't do anything right and is just a know it all human.

Right off the bat they have a very interesting dynamic, touka learning to care for kaneki him starting to see her(and ghouls as a whole) as a person and not something he should be afraid of.

As time goes on, touka falls for him, it's what makes everything so hard when he abandons her. She feels betrayed he left just like ayato and her dad did no one ever stays for her? How could they? She makes herself so hard to love shutting everyone out. She blames herself partly, not being able to protect him from whatever happened at the aoigiri base.

When she does see him again she's angry! How dare he come back after all this! Why can't he just make up his mind! So she lashes out, she misses him so dearly but she can't tell him that? Let him know she cares? She hits him and tells him to never come back to anteiku (to her).

You can see why it's so appealing!! The angst!! The drama!!! They have it all! Toukas longing and kanekis isolation are what makes them so GOOD.

To explain why I don't like re touken we have to talk about why I don't like re touka.

Touka before was a very well rounded character, she was brash and a little impulsive, she loves the people around her even if its hard for her to show it in a healthy way. She'll do whatever it takes even if it means risking her own life.

Re touka, doesn't really have that. She's very... Water downed. I like to call it house house wife-ification. She's lost any semblance of her old personality. While I do like the idea of touka calming down and becoming more docile it's not done right, we meet her again and she's just... Like that? There's no character development of her changing it just happens! She's shaved down so she can be the perfect love interest for kaneki, it's even shown in her design! Her eyes are softer and she doesn't hold any of the same energy as old touka(this happens with a lot of female characters ishida just ended up giving them all the same face besides eto).

Kaneki is? Fine? I loved haise as a character and him and touka were sorta cute if u kinda ignore that fact touka isn't touka. Kaneki was fine and re and that's it, he's just okay. His Savior complex is removed and it's just "I wanna save people!!" The whole reason his savior complex is important is BECAUSE it ends up hurting more people he should've been developed to learn how to manage that and be the hero he could be.

Now for their actual relationship.

It's very.... Rushed? There's no tension no build up just "are you a virgin?" Which in my opinion is something touka would never say she'd stumble around it. they made her bold at the wrong times she's an awkward lil freak. And then boom! Sex yeah! And it's? Okay? It's not my favorite I felt like a sex scene between them should've been more desperate!! That's when the marriage bite should've happened! It should've bites and messy kisses and promises to never leave again! There was no passion! There was the "why are you crying" but that didn't really do anything for me!!

I do like the end scene where she was petting his hair that was very soft which is what he needs.

Then toukas pregnant!(Which is something I'll get into good another time) And it kinda feels like they only rush into the marriage because she is... Like I feel like they should've atleast had a dating stage y'know!! Everything just felt so fast with them and nothing like the original:(

The end credits scene feels nothing like touka, she looks dead that's not the character I used to know :( kaneki too only the scene with hide felt real

And yeah! I like ichika! But how cool would it have been if touka got pregnant AFTER re and in the end credit thing she was revealed! Another natural born one eyed ghoul!! Idk...

This is very messy sorry I had to get this out. if you like them? That's fine!! That's super duper cool its just not my favorite. Tell me why you think I'm wrong! Id love to hear your opinions

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an escape like this please

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I made this myself, if there is resemblance to any work then it's merely coincidental.

In the middle of the woods, far from civilisation, stood a clandestine restaurant. To any wanderer, a short, small, woody building would seem like an oddity but being lost in the woods they’d enter, seeking shelter. Upon entering a shadow-like figure would be there greeting, adorned in white.

After greeting, unknown to yourself you’d walk to one of the seven wooden tables with four wooden chairs and seat yourself on one of the four. You’d then receive it back and be given and told “ Remember, it’s your last. “ If you’d look below first, blank leather would stare back. If you’d look up, you’d regret it for the rest of your life. Choosing the former and opening the book, inside would be names. 

Reading them, a wave of comfort would enter you, the remembrance of love. You may cry, you may look back blankly or you may not do anything at all. Flipping through the old, near-withering papers you’d reach the last one and you’d read it intently. It’s your last after all. 

You’d pull out two gold coins, you have some, everyone will. Place it on the flat wood, the clink will call a quick wind and you will look at it, how can you not when a beauty stands before you, a blessing. You’ll tell it your desire, you speak of two, you gave two coins after all.

The wind will leave just as quick as it came and you will wait, you’ve realised; A last meal, maybe you’ll smile, grateful for it. You may have found yourself in abandoned woods, lost for god knows how long and yet at least you’ll be served your last meal. Maybe you’ll cry, in disbelief, a list of years ahead of you and yet you’re here. Maybe in anger, once more in disbelief but what can you do?  You’ll succumb eventually, you can’t escape it.

Then it’ll come, the smell of love wafting towards you. Both placed in front of you. appearing just as you remembered them, then you’d receive a fork, a spoon, a knife and a napkin. You’d take a piece and you may cry, before, it was merely an experienced fantasy, but now you feel it, you know none of these beings and yet you feel loved. You feel safe. 

Should tears linger, you’ll find that it hasn’t gone cold, the love remains the same, the only change being your piece from it. Then, you’d devour it. 

After you finish, a slow gust of wind will pass, you may not look, you’re still lost. If you do, kindness will look back, it will stare at you with love and ask “ Would you like more? “ 

Say yes, and you may suffer from love, say no and you’ll be asked again “ Would you like a visit to the bar? “ An affirmative will lead your body to move once again as before and it will take itself to the bar. You’ll be met with friendship, it will ask you “ Strong? “ You may speak your preference, it will continue asking until it pries deeper and deeper until you realise it wasn’t friendship but the judge all along. 

A no will take you to a slumber, long and deep. Yet you can’t leave, it will begin with you and then with those you knew and then what you did, may have done, wished to do. Be it good or bad, you won't leave until the judge deems it so.

After awakening or sobering, you’ll be taken to a door, this time with autonomy, with control. A golden nob awaits you, you will turn it, and what you will find when it opens will be your future. 

Be it freedom or slavery, one thing is certain, you will come back, maybe not as you, but you will live through it, you will be its soul and you will make decisions you may regret, adore, despise and mourn. And yet nothing will change, you will return to the forest, be it with the past of skyscrapers or of incurable diseases you will return to the forest, to the restaurant and you will live again, after peace, after suffering you step forth again, with love, adoration, hatred and sorrow in hand. 

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In the middle of the woods, far from civilisation, stood a clandestine restaurant. To any wanderer, a short, small, woody building would seem like an oddity but being lost in the woods they’d enter, seeking shelter. Upon entering a shadow-like figure would be there greeting, adorned in white.

After greeting, unknown to yourself you’d walk to one of the seven wooden tables with four wooden chairs and seat yourself on one of the four. You’d then receive it back and be given and told “ Remember, it’s your last. “ If you’d look below first, blank leather would stare back. If you’d look up, you’d regret it for the rest of your life. Choosing the former and opening the book, inside would be names. 

Reading them, a wave of comfort would enter you, the remembrance of love. You may cry, you may look back blankly or you may not do anything at all. Flipping through the old, near-withering papers you’d reach the last one and you’d read it intently. It’s your last after all. 

You’d pull out two gold coins, you have some, everyone will. Place it on the flat wood, the clink will call a quick wind and you will look at it, how can you not when a beauty stands before you, a blessing. You’ll tell it your desire, you speak of two, you gave two coins after all.

The wind will leave just as quick as it came and you will wait, you’ve realised; A last meal, maybe you’ll smile, grateful for it. You may have found yourself in abandoned woods, lost for god knows how long and yet at least you’ll be served your last meal. Maybe you’ll cry, in disbelief, a list of years ahead of you and yet you’re here. Maybe in anger, once more in disbelief but what can you do?  You’ll succumb eventually, you can’t escape it.

Then it’ll come, the smell of love wafting towards you. Both placed in front of you. appearing just as you remembered them, then you’d receive a fork, a spoon, a knife and a napkin. You’d take a piece and you may cry, before, it was merely an experienced fantasy, but now you feel it, you know none of these beings and yet you feel loved. You feel safe. 

Should tears linger, you’ll find that it hasn’t gone cold, the love remains the same, the only change being your piece from it. Then, you’d devour it. 

After you finish, a slow gust of wind will pass, you may not look, you’re still lost. If you do, kindness will look back, it will stare at you with love and ask “ Would you like more? “ 

Say yes, and you may suffer from love, say no and you’ll be asked again “ Would you like a visit to the bar? “ An affirmative will lead your body to move once again as before and it will take itself to the bar. You’ll be met with friendship, it will ask you “ Strong? “ You may speak your preference, it will continue asking until it pries deeper and deeper until you realise it wasn’t friendship but the judge all along. 

A no will take you to a slumber, long and deep. Yet you can’t leave, it will begin with you and then with those you knew and then what you did, may have done, wished to do. Be it good or bad, you won't leave until the judge deems it so.

After awakening or sobering, you’ll be taken to a door, this time with autonomy, with control. A golden nob awaits you, you will turn it, and what you will find when it opens will be your future. 

Be it freedom or slavery, one thing is certain, you will come back, maybe not as you, but you will live through it, you will be its soul and you will make decisions you may regret, adore, despise and mourn. And yet nothing will change, you will return to the forest, be it with the past of skyscrapers or of incurable diseases you will return to the forest, to the restaurant and you will live again, after peace, after suffering you step forth again, with love, adoration, hatred and sorrow in hand. 

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Trying the may writing challenge:

Day 1 -

Clings and clangs emanated throughout the room, the two men rushed around in a frenzy, picking up an arm, a wrist and fingers, along with screws, wrenches and screwdrivers.

One of the with his unkept hair spoke " How long do we have left? " The other with equally unkempt hair and eyebags as deep as the trench of Mariana looked down at his watch, it's leather ripped and design as old fashioned as his style. " 5 hours. "

They both stared in despair at each other, the shorter giving himself neck pain through craning his neck upwards to the other. Then they turned to look at their creation.

A built human like being was hung by metal tethers. Below the torso of the creation was, well nothing, just a few wires itching to be connected to perform their function. She seemed to be a female judging by her proportions.

"I-I mean it isn't our fault. We didn't get the materials in time, if they get mad at us we shouldn't take it to heart. " One said, lying under the table hugging his knees.

" This isn't college anymore Lee. " The other snapped at the one cowering, he held his head in his hand.

" But it isn't our fault. They didn't give us our funding on time, they didn't give us enough funding and when we went to ask them they threatened us. How much money do you have left in your account? I know I don't have any! " Lee cried out, looking desperately at the other.

" ... 20 dollars... " He said with a sigh.

" And how long has it been since we had a good nights sleep? " Lee folded his arms and asserted his dominance in the situation.

" ... "

" 3 weeks. And the only reason we got some that one week was cuz we both were too tired to fucki-"

" The average human male requires 8 hours of sleep in a day, if those requirements are not met then you may suffer from high blood pressure, heart disease and stroke, poor mental health and even early death. " A robotic voice spoke.

The two men turned in shock to look at the source of the sound. The robot moved it's head to look at the two men, it's eyes turning green as it scanned their details.

They creaked their heads back to look at each other and back at the robot.

" Lee Chang: Age, 28. Height, 175 CM. Profession, Robotics engineer at life company. Joseph Peterson: Age, 29. Height, 183 CM, Profession, Robotics engineer at life company. "

" Did it just speak? " Joseph asked...

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I got bored of this so um have it and I failed the writing challenge miserably but I do have some things I wrote during substitution periods in school so I might just post em and they're also not complete. Also I haven't read this again even once so if there are problems then do blame me but not so much. Pls.

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I posted this on Twitter too and tried to post it on reddit but i learned the harsh truth that you need karma to post something on reddit and i only have 6.

So first of all I'll tell those who don't know what this is about it's about writing, story writing to be precise so those not interested may leave. Or stay, it's your choice.

Now onto my problem, I have a story and I am stuck at something.

For context -

The top 100 esports players of each country have been invited to test out a new game, they then get transported into the game and to get out they have to finish the game. And those people that dont progress quick enough are killed.

Now my problem is the why of it, why is this happening.

At first I thought I'd put the reason as the company or someone hiring the company wanting to find the best players and monopolize on them and also weed out the weak. I left it for a while cuz of school and came back to it and now it just feels weak or boring I should say.

So my request for all the people left reading this to please give me a sound reason to put for it.

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toge inumaki #brbchasingdreams

prints | tutorials

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May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊

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Godzilla curled up in the Roman coliseum like it's a big dog bed was genuinely the cutest idea ever and I commend whoever came up with it.

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Sometimes self care means refusing to watch Boruto 👍

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the language of the heart

a speculative analysis of fontaine's possible foreshadowing

the story of madam ping and guizhong is inspired on a story about a culturally significant figure in china: Bo Ya, a musician whose compositions still hold importance to this day, who established a friendship (or so will say the historians) with a wood cutter called Zhong Ziqi based on their shared enjoyment of Bo Ya's music.

when Zhong Ziqi dies, Bo Ya plays a last song at his grave and destroys his instrument, as he considered there was no point in continuing to play if there was no one left to understand it.

the importance of the story relies on the following:

Bo Ya was a guqin player, this instrument is very important in ancient chinese society (and modern i suppose) and confucian philosophy, as it is considered a means to understand the self. the guqin player's audience is nobody but the player themselves, since it aims to be a reflection of their soul/mind. guqin players only compose to express their inner world and philosophy

therefore, the fact Zhong Ziqi (who didnt even have musical formation) was able to understand what the songs Bo Ya played were about meant he naturally understood Bo Ya's soul/mind, they shared a language that only their hearts knew

Bo Ya was inspired by the sounds of nature, so this connection felt all the more meaningful

authenticity, language, and the understanding of the self might be the next step in genshin's narrative that we will explore in fontaine

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I think I got pron bots following me again, and if you're real I'm sorry

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i headcanon that itachi may be the genius shinobi but sasuke is the genius uchiha

look, orochimaru even says that sasuke has mastered the sharingan to the level itachi will never reach. even tho i want to look the other way from the reincarnation bullshit, sadly it's still canon so.... sasuke inherits the chakra or soul or whatever from indra and later madara. indra is the ancestor or uchiha clan and madara is the strongest uchiha in history... so yeah enough said.

i headcanon that sasuke is the darling of uchiha clan, everyone adore him bc have u seen kid sasuke??? angel

also that itachi belong to konoha anyway, he's not loyal to the clan so everyone eventually turn to sasuke who is eager to please and cute and love to hear grandmas' stories of the uchiha clan, bc what use is the genius itachi if he wont even lend his strength to the clan?

from my own interpretation, itachi doesn't really care for the uchiha clan, he's not that interested of the culture and history and rituals and just generally what every other uchiha kid know bc i strongly believe their bedtime story is history

so yeah the clan will probably loves sasuke to death bc he's a true uchiha and all that.... idk it's my headcanon

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peace was never an option