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When he heard the question, unlike most things that slipped out of Furuta’s rather idiotic lips. Kaneki actually sat there, staring down at the papers in his hands. Truly thinking about it for once...Would he once again lock away the memory of his mother beating him...? 

“No, I wouldn’t. Even if it is a memory I would much rather keep locked away, it’s still a memory. What about Furuta? Or don’t tell me the only reason you’re this bad is because a cat clawed your face one day and you thought the world was unfair because of that?”

          ❝ if, for instance— ❞

    furuta’s wasting time again. the only variable’s whose time he’s trying to force towards discard.

          ❝ —you could forget one of your worst memories at the cost of two good ones, and not the best of them, mind, just decent, would you do it? ❞

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I just notice my birthday is in two weeks...Ah, I’m gonna be 19 this year. Huh, sure is weird truth be told. Also I’ll be here for my birthday, don’t do much on it, though thats fine with me truth be told. 

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Love of mine Someday you will die But I’ll be close behind I’ll follow you into the dark

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                             i.  I was born in a thunderstorm and I grew up overnight.                                   I wanted everything I never had, like the love that comes                                  with light.

                                               “  Now,  I even hate this loyalty …  ”

                            ii.  I have made every single mistake that you could ever                                  possibly make. I took what you gave but you never                                  noticed that I was in pain.

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you’re one of THOSE THINGS

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When you hit answer privately instead of post. FUck! @viscerakiss if you just wanna screen cap my thing and then @ me with your reply that’s fine!

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me flirting: u make me feel less dead

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So just thoughts about stuff in the readmore. It isn’t bad, I guess, I just want to talk about it and I don’t think any of my friends were ever into wrestling even more around 2000 to 2004.

So around 2002 to 2005ish, there was a little 5 to to 9 year old me who used to sit down every monday and friday with my dad to watch some good old wrestling. This was also the time that wrestling was being hinted at as fake but not yet proven as and all that but we really didn’t mind. We just enjoyed watching our Monday Night Raw and Thursday Night Smackdown together and it was enjoyable. We all had our favorites at the time that were a bit different. My dad just enjoyed the show in general, but he knew I had three very favorite fighters. That, no matter what, I always wanted them to win. These were Chavo, Rey Mastario, and the most important. Eddie. Now, For those reading this who have no idea what I stuck Eddie a bit out there, or who he even was.  Eddie was for a large part of his career written as a natural person, for a year or so he was written as a villain, but then return to natural. Sadly, he did pass away three days before he was suppose to win back his championship thanks to a heart failure. Now, the reason I’m writing about this, is that Eddie was a hero to me when I was a kid. This was the first Hispanic at the time, that I saw up there you know? In the big leagues of something I enjoyed and. Yes he did have the whole theme “I lie, I cheat, and I steal. But I’m honest about it”. Though that’s what made him much better, he knew at times, he had to play dirty to win and just. It was great seeing that, someone who might not of been as strong as Kurt Angel or Bastisa at the time, but who won thanks to his wit and, for someone like me who all I have is my wit really. Makes me happy. So I don’t know, I’m rambling now but just...I miss wrestling from that Era. John Cena was new, everyone loved the random shit going on it was great...Man, I miss Eddie haha, oh well, youtube has clips so I’ve been bingeing them all day truth be told.

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“I mean, there are ways to figure that out.”

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"I miss you" /oops

Year One

Each step he took was as if he was standing on broken glass. He was angry, he was upset, he was...alone. Ever since Touka’s death, he never visited her grave, he didn’t attend the initial ceremonial service between the cafe members to pay their respect. Through this, many of them turned their back towards Kaneki, and he was fine with this...He wanted to truly die now, everything he ever loves, always seems to die because of him, and this was just another piece in that puzzle that proved him right. He hated it,  he hated everything about it, but he kept going forward...Or what he would think was forward. People coud consider him homeless seeing that he didn’t return to their apartment often, only to take a shower and a new pair of clothing. Then it was out in the streets once more, getting by through eating ghouls and just...Walking around, avoiding the CCG like he always.

Year Five

The reaper knew that his anger was misplaced, it wasn’t her fault that she died...There was nothing she could of done, but, he didn’t know what else to do outside of blaming her for leaving him by himself like everyone that ever said they loved him...Yet, he knew very well she didn’t mean to at all. Yet, he stood there at times, wishing that at times they shared, every memory both good and bad. Never happened, another lost wouldn’t have taken his toll on him. Though at times, some of the cafe members have reported at times, an anonymous shadow would appear nearby Touka’s grave...It would never get close to it, but just stare at it for a few minutes. After a while, it would just walk away.

Year Ten

Everything had fallen apart for Kaneki, but, he never gave in. For one reason and one reason alone. He knew that, if he gave himself into death, Touka’s spirit for sure would come to destroy his. It was a stupid idea, and he knew it, but it gave him a twisted comfort...To know that, maybe in the end, she truly didn’t leave him all alone. So for once, in ten years, he stood there on her graveside and just stared for a bit. There was so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to say sorry for, sorry for thinking about it, for not visiting, for giving up..Though, he knew that Touka wouldn’t forgive him for just pleading and saying sorry. So he just stood there for a bit, after a while, he leaned down and placed a single flower on her site, and dusted off her tombstone. A small smile grew on his lips, tears dropping from his eyes and landing on top of her grave. Standing up, he finally spoke towards her every since she passed. “...I’ll make sure, that even during my suffering...I’ll keep moving forward Touka. For you. I need to get going, I’m going to bring the peace you wanted for the cafe...And I’m going to make sure it’s kept. Even if they don’t like me anymore.” With that he turned his back towards the graveside and started to walk off. The smile still on his face.

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“It’s neither...I didn’t quite take you to be one for such jokes...I’m here to ask you some questions like normal. I did bring you a meal if you wish to have it.”

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            ❝ so is that a quinque in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ❞

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When Ryan finds out how much of a bastard I am.

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All my life I was afraid to die But now I come alive inside these flames

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Send me "HEARTBROKEN" for my muse to snap/break in front of your muse.

Or alternatively send me “HEARTBROKEN ↔” for my muse’s reaction after watching your muse snap/break.

Originally posted by depressedparalysis

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Send me "I miss you" to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse's death.

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@rabbitmcsked continued from [x]

When she raised her hand towards him in such a fashion. His eyes couldn’t help but widen a bit, he wasn’t going to lie. Kaneki was for once, scared again. The reaper feared that she was going to strike him and he wasn’t mentally prepared for that at all. Of course, physically he could take it, but mentally not at all.

Though when she lowered it to tape his shoulder, he sighed and relaxed drastically. A small smile grew on his bruised face from the exchange he had gotten in with a few of the ccg members. “Yeah...Yeah I am.”

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“You know, there’s one thing I mostly hate about being a ghoul. When you haven’t killed your meal just right and they keep screaming stuff like ‘oh god please stop’ and ‘oh my god this hurt someone save me’. It really ruins the mood you know?”