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@exsanguinationx | starter call
❝ You’re a little old to be a student at my school, wouldn’t you agree? ❞ He’s foreign, Frankenstein notes [ much like himself ]. Moreover, there’s an ominous air ‘round him, a power that would make weaker humans tremble in fright. If this stranger were part of the Union, then it would come as no surprise.
Perhaps the mounds of paperwork stretching over his desk had served a purpose this eventide. ❝ So pray, do tell. Why are you wandering the grounds at night? ❞ Threatening is his tone, strands of blond hair flowing in the wind as he gradually approaches. ❝ I can show you the way out if need be. ❞
#exsanguinationx#;; [ exsanguinationx 01 ]#;; .... I can't tell you the idea behind this#;; But the thought of Tatara wandering around a school is kinda hilarious to me#;; IS HE LOST?#;; WHY IS HE EVEN IN KOREA?#;; Viktor thinks he's part of a group who......#;; Have caused trouble at his school before#;; It's got destroyed an awful lot 8|#;; IF YOU NEED A DIFFERENT STARTER LET ME KNOW AND I'LL WRITE IT FOR U#;; [ Queue ]
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@exsanguinationx
“My, my, what do we have here? Quite literally, what might you be?” Morbid curiosity, yes, but more as well: though she must keep a low profile for now, she could not let down her guards and let just about anything prowl an area she considered to be her own territory. Now... If only she could gauge just what this guy in front of her was... Surely, his aura was treacherous enough. Neither noble nor werewolf, but not quite human... and though it would have been easy to say it was a modified one... that was simply not true. A modified human still felt human, by a much greater measure than this person, distinctly not entirely human.
“You better not be out here in my territory to start trouble.” Usually, thinly veiled threats and intimidation already sufficed to make sure unwanted individuals would keep their distance from her - even though a part of her did hope she’d get a reason to summon Leviathan.
#exsanguinationx#I am the last one standing because I am stronger ( Canon - Clan Leader )#as you can see I was being productive ( Threads )
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He's paced for an entire three hours, trying to find a way to put his unforgivable moment of weakness into words. To summon Arima for anything less than an emergency is already unacceptable. Yet isn't wavering from his duty already beyond forgiveness? He kneels && bows his head. ❝ ...My King. I have a once in a lifetime favor to ask, && I shall never ask anything of the sort from you again... I wish to take something from one of our sponsors Big Madame. I swear to you I will not be discovered. ❞
@exsanguinationx | @morderdame ♡~
Quaint. To receive a call of grave importance for anything less than utmost peril befalling those under his care and protection inside the Aogiri Tree. To still be able to detect signals of distress when he follows it out in the depths of the night. Wandering deeper and deeper into supposedly CCG’s enemy territory, not a care in the world in seeking out and finding the one that had been so surely adamant to request his presence yet once again. They see each other fairly seldom [ he had to admit ], no matter their ranks as King and Knight. For his own partner - usually - held the position of bequeathing information between both fronts.
Not today, when he watches one of his most trusted ones bow and sink to his knee. Utter words of desire, a wish unlike anything he had sure expected to be brought forth in the quiet, secluded togetherness shared in seconds that exhaled themselves from breaths burning [ suffocating oneself ] within the depths of lungs. Unforgiving acts [ one would want to admit, looking at Kings and Queens - and their Knights - to fight for honours of a lost and forlorn world ]. Undesirable weaknesses—
—nothing of such sorts. The Reaper was not interested in the charade of olden tales and rhymes.
“To make this sort of proposition is unheard of you, Tatara.” With how he announces his own understandable confusion, lets it rest and tense in the air, finely dispersing itself one again when moving a gloved hand in inclination to look at him. To have the powerful ghoul oppose gaze of burning fire with the one of chilling mercury, sinking into and cooling troubling thoughts with all but an acknowledgement of the situation. One may want to say, that this kind of meeting is far unlike any else of dire precedence - but if something like this might shake a soul of usual tranquil effortlessness?
He may very well hear that request and plea to be allowed to move. “Take something, you say.” Whatever it may be, he could very well assume it to be a living, breathing creature - for how much worth was in worldly goods when attaining them could be a game of play pretend? Something like this would have been too easy [ and would never be anything else ].
“Very well.” He could have [ maybe should have ] inquired about the what and the why - yet the urgency of this very endeavour etched into the depths of reverent eyes denied more words than need-be. Will inquire about it posthaste once everything is done and over with. “You may have my blessing. Alas, report back to me the moment you can after you finish your mission with utmost success.” He was never and would never be like the Kings from the stories and tales.
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‘ tatara is a comedian now, huh ? c’mon, man. you had me eat my family. least you can do is show me your best comedy routine. ‘
TO @exsanguinationx
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@exsanguinationx / continued:
GOURMET has always struck Tatara as a brutally honest individual that does not mince words unless manipulating language is to his personal benefit or he is around such company he holds sentiments for such as the likes of Kaneki Ken. As perplexing as that knowledge is. This proves correct in this instance with the nasty gaping wound in his chest - dirtied from the puddle of mud he fell into. If he does not eat soon, he can risk infection - such as starving ghouls are prone. SQUELCH. Blood gushes out of the wound accompanied by a hacking cough as if to emphasize the other ghoul’s statement - deepening his EMBARRASSMENT.
IT IS HUMILIATING enough that a cretin managed to wound him so, to land such a blow so close to his heart. His rib cage is in pieces and his lung tissue was shredded. His lung parts have healed but his coat is irrecoverable and his chest aches with every breathe he takes. How unsightly was his earlier wheezing - so very undignified and unbecoming of him. He greatly dislikes Tsukiyama’s observation - better-suited words for observing a sexually transmitted disease with morbid curiosity and disgust. A mighty vien ticks in his temple.
❝ 🔥 — I’M IMPRESSED BY HOW APTLY YOU WORDED THAT TSUKIYAMA.❞Sarcasm drops like molten lava from his sour tongue, potent with the intent to scathe. There is a menacing glint in his now withering gaze as he side-eyes the other male ghoul like a looming vulture that has spotted a dying rat in the open for the taking - preparing to swoop down and indulge in the carcass. Hunger incites irritation in even the best of men.
THE AOGIRI COMMANDER’S ‘nasty’ temper is dangerously threatening to rear its ugly head, but he is in no position to initiate a brawl. Tsukiyama did not earn his notorious violent reputation for being a slouch but he can still damage him in this condition. He is in a great deal of pain and it is only the self-control he prides himself upon that upholds his stolid composure. The effort may not hold much longer, HOWEVER.
❝YOU TEST MY PATIENCE. An unwise endeavor to undertake even in my less poor moods. Need I remind you of my cannibalistic tendencies? If you have time to gawk at my…state, then surely you have free time enough to spare to make yourself useful and fetch me a leg or two, NO? ❞ It is in both their best interests. He imagines this is how humans feel when they appraise meat they are considering to ignite into a nice POT ROAST.
It’s all rather adorable in a pathetic sort of way, and Tsukiyama is very aware of that embarrassment the other ghoul must feel—and he has no desire to let that pass by so easily. Does he plan on helping? Yes, of course. Does he plan on leaving now while there’s still some things to be said? Not quite.
“I’m typically known for my verbosity, but I can be rather succinct when need be,” he points out, and despite his confident tone, one arm crosses over his chest, the elbow of the other resting on the back of his hand so he can touch his own chin in a more supported way, the backs of his fingers pressing to his lips. A brow raises, solitary and part of a pointed expression. It’s not often that he can stare down at the Aogiri commander, and he’s rather enjoying this.
The threat—it may have the wording of a warning, but Tsukiyama Shuu knows a threat when he hears one, so used to delivering them is he—earns a rather abrupt laugh. It’s nothing loud or full-bodied, but it’s more than a simple chuckle, his hand moving to cover his mouth as his chin cants upward.
His hand lowers then so his arms can cross, but his chin remains canted back. “I’m aware of your tendencies, and I appreciate them—for mine are very much the same, mon ami.” He moves then, angling himself to pace a few steps away. Maybe he’ll leave him with that small returned threat hanging on the air behind himself.
Arms uncrossing, he waves a hand over his shoulder. “Haben Sie bitte etwas mehr Geduld. I’ll be back. I’m no idiot; I won’t let you die.” The ghoul stops for a moment then, letting a smirk grace his lips before he turns his head slightly towards one shoulder. “Don’t let yourself get caught off-guard again while I’m not here, oui?” One last comment, for good measure.
#i had to put your answer here bc it's so good i'm laughin akshdfkshdf#i love this this bickering is VERY good#i don't even know what verse this is in but i don't CARE it's GOOD#also the german is basically 'be patient'#ic. [ i was in full bloom until i met you ]#exsanguinationx
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ღ (any muse!
attraction meme
Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following: @exsanguinationx
Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeAesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeWould they date them: yes | no Favourite thing about them: The fact that he isn’t weak and knows how to have fun with his food (doves). Least favourite thing about them: I do not have one yet. He is doing well so far.
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( @exsanguinationx . // ♥ )
arm extends && fingers thin as the bone that makes them GRAB hold of the other’s sleeve . he gently tugs , a silent request for attention as own steps come to a HALT . hoping the other would do the same . “ . . thank you for showing me a river . ” but he wonders just how FAR that river goes , does it connect to this ocean the other speaks of ? he can only assume .
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❝ I am looking for an expert explosive making specialist and intel I've gathered has lead me to you. Word has it that you are the best there is. So I have a proposition for you. I need some powerful efficient bombs to rob a bank. If you assist my organization, we will give you a generous cut of the spoils. What say you? ❞ (Hi there! nice to meet you! XD this is a legit ask. He is really trying to rob a bank & when we were thinking about explosives, I thought of your Deidara. I love your blog!!!)
He raises a brow at the other while tucking thumb beneath his TEETH. Those pallid points dig into SKIN as he mulls over the request to RAVAGE. Seldom do others really seek out his services. Much of his work is associated with ART; something meant to be observed or SWALLOWED INTO. It seems this one had the privilege to gaze upon INFERNO, while others were more inclined to bask in the blaze. Part of him is impressed… He swears he keeps it a SECRET. Swears the fire EATS AWAY at any evidence, swears he inspects the ash himself before its pilfered through by PIGS. But it seems the other has many eyes and all of them have set their gaze on GRIME GOD. And look! He extends offerings… A pity his work doesn’t have a price. A DEEP chuckle leaves lips, one that expresses amusement towards the invitation. There is something BOLD about this being. He has an idea of who the artist is, but not what he’s capable of. If he felt like being so invested in his art, he’d surely INCINERATE this soul where he stands. But he doesn’t-… He has to THINK about why he hesitates, but at a later time. Hands fall upon chest before crossing under arms. A smirk crawls onto complexion, further revealing the way he has immersed himself into such an AWFUL idea. Much of what he does is reserved for private places. Surely this stranger understands… Associating arson with bigger buildings, filled with bigger people leaves the vagrant to be quite VULNERABLE. He wants MORE than payment; he wants ensured PROTECTION. But even if this person is good at breaking promises, the blonde is BETTER at BREAKING BONES.
Tongue licks fangs; OH, he’s INTRIGUED. He gestures towards the other with a simple nod.
❝ You just make sure I don’t get CAUGHT, yeah. We’ll discuss the pay after I PURGE. ❞
#( i know this is rlly late but ur super sweet and i appreciate this ask. <3 )#exsanguinationx#▹ ◜𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕊𝕀ℕℕ𝔼ℝ◞ | in character.
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This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and outside. 💖💖💖💖💖
AHHHHH!!!! Thank you so much this was such a nice surprise to see!!! You are so nice and I enjoy seeing you on my dash, thank you so much!!!!
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“I’m not touching or eating that.” ( lmao just wanted to send you the meme)
@exsanguinationx | 💀 | accepting!
Tatara’s always been hard to please.Not that Naki particularly cared, but sometimes it paid to not be stubborn.
“It’s not even that bad.”
For once in his life, Naki’s not the one being difficult. It’s hard for him to be difficult in a time like this, but he’s always assumed that’s just how he was. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he’s staring (rather hard, actually.) down at a corpse– or what he thinks is a corpse. It looked more like a ghoul rather than a human, so the young ghoul couldn’t help but think that Tatara was fine with it as a concept.
“I mean, it’s… missin’ a lot, but…” he muttered, tilting head from side to side as if to gather better viewpoints of it before huffing. “… It does look pretty fucked up, though.”
“But, yeah!! Uh… It ain’t alive. It’s not gonna bite ya.”
He couldn’t necessarily blame him for not wanting to handle it, but Naki also wasn’t going to be the one to touch it. He figured Tatara was going to be the heavy lifting in this partnership, but now he could begin to see that he was painfully wrong.
That must’ve done a number or two to his pride, but he tried not to let it show.
Without thinking, Naki extended a leg to prod at it with his foot. Just the tip, though! He’d be crazy (and dumb. very dumb.) if he thought stepping on it was a brilliant idea. When he received no response, he pulled his foot away and looked up at Tatara. Reaching up, he bunched of the taller man’s clothing in his hand off of his arm and stuck his lower lip out at him.
“See? I jus’ checked.”
He hoped Tatara didn’t notice him scraping the tip of his shoe against the ground. He didn’t know people could bleed this much after being dead– well, he hoped it was a person. He didn’t know what else it could’ve been.
“Pick it up,” he tried his best to sound demanding but only managed to sound somewhat nonchalant. It’s as if he didn’t want anything to do with this thing, but he was trying his hardest to not let it show. “Or at least move it– I’ll help ya.”
(i’m gonna regret sayin’ that.)
“I’ll take the uh… the… um… feet? I think that’s its feet.”
#exsanguinationx#FKMGKFMG i turned this into a sitcom i am so sorry#『 A. how did you get in here?! 』
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💟 💚💔
💚 - friendship💔 - past relationship💟 - friends with benefits
I love all of these things pls yes
Also like I really like the idea of them having a past relationship somehow, I’m definitely down to talking out an au involving this~
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✎
headcanons! | @exsanguinationx
✎ what does life mean to your muse?
he really hasn’t given much thought to that question. more than half of his life was spent living a lie and being under someone else’s control. homurabi influenced everything that he did and he took haruka under his wing when he was only 3 years old so his mindset was genuinely corrupted. the entire time that he was with homurabi he rarely thought about the future or what his own life meant to him.
now that he’s finally been given a second chance and has full control over his own life it still feels strange to him to truly think about what everything means. it’s the first time that he’s ever had freedom and isn’t being manipulated into doing what he’s told is right. he can think for himself and act for himself which a part of him doesn’t exactly know how to do.
it all feels strange and new but it’s a good feeling. he has a long journey ahead of him to repair the damage that homurabi done and rebuild his life but he’s found that the most important thing to him is love. love matters more than anything else does.
#exsanguinationx#( inside his brilliant mind | headcanons )#the song u.ndertale from the game started playing while i was writing#it made me hella emotional sifhgksh#this was so good bc i don't think about this aspect of him enough#like /really/ thinking about the fact that homurabi controlled him for 8 years#and corrupting his mindset and influencing him in the worst ways#this is the first time that he's truly had his /own/ life#thank you so much for sending this one it was so fun to think about!!!
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What’s this?
Send “What’s this?” to stumble across a possession my muse keeps secret.
Delicate grey strokes against ivory paper. With nothing in particular to do, she found herself sitting by the table, a simple pencil and a notebook before her. Could this be called art at all, this mindless little doodle? Wide sweeps of the pencil’s tip, elegantly curled hair, gently swaying fins, barely colored bubbles. Like a little girl by the children’s table she sat there, doodling mermaid after mermaid with nothing else to do. Such a recurring motive... Only her new ‘friend’s voice tore her away from the idle void that filled her exhausted mind. Sluggishly, she glanced up from the paper.
“Nothing in particular.” In an amiable gesture, she moved her hand aside just enough for him to see the subject of her current inspiration. No secret letters or codes, no master piece, merely memories of a time much easier than these days. Gently, she smudged a line with the tip of her left index finger, pencil remaining in her right hand. “When I was little.... i had two favourite pastimes. Drawing and swimming. I’d always play shark. Or piranha, when I learned about them.” The noblewoman snorted softly. Oh Lord, these memories... looking back... could she really believe who she used to be? Did she miss that little girl she left behind for reasons she no longer understood herself?
“I always said... I don’t want to be a clan leader when i grow up. I want to be a mermaid.” What a foolish notion - and for her first couple of centuries, she insisted that being a clan leader was nothing in comparison to be a mermaid...as free as a bird... always down under the sea, so much more lively than the empty skies. Now she knew that the reefs were not full of colorful fish and beautiful mermaidens. The seas were empty, the reefs were dying, she would be just as lonely as she was now. Still... the idea of mermaids... and all that they represented for her, once upon another time.... It made her chest ache in a way that filled her with a sudden upset that drove her to tearing the doodle out of the notebook. With a frustrated huff, she crumpled it up in her left hand.
“It’s stupid. I know.”
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Kishou, please stop Tatara. He wants to rob a bank.
@ergebenheit | @exsanguinationx ://
If he were frank, he would just say to let him do it [ as already he could see this whole endeavour to be quite amusing--- ], but something in the depths of his mind tells him he would need to stop his subordinate before it is too late. Something, in a sense, told him to step up about it [ but did he really want to? ]. Still delayed from where he sat and watched his partner exclaim that very sentence that seemed so truly out of the norm, it could only mean trouble.
"What ever possessed him to want and do that?" Wasn't it known very well that if there would ever be financial problems in the institution called Aogiri Tree, they could easily come and ask the Reaper for the needed funds? Of course, that was known. "Sometimes I think that Eto's influence is a bit too much on him." So he thinks, so he supposes [ hopes in a way as well ].
And it was, then with a sigh, that he would lift himself and stand.
Honestly, he would love to just let it run its course and itself into the ground [ the news would be full of it, it would be sure so entertaining ]. "Should I really stop him? Alas, very surely, if he thinks that 'funds' will be drawn out in destroying something of worth---" And he knew that would happen. "---then his thought process is sure so questionable after all."
#ergebenheit#exsanguinationx#▌ [ asks ]#▌ [ alternate fate ] the world will be ours; once AGAIN#[ ://////// now u in trouble tatara ]
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it is fine if you dont want to help owl god. we will shave the head of the big balding giant god and shine it so you can use it to reflect light
LOCKED IN CONSIDERATION STILL —— his fingers draw upwards to tap at his lip, to tap at his teeth, & to consider. do ghouls always make such strange requests ? & had he been just been referred to as a god ? & tatara ? it offers a fresh & interesting perspective towards the true nature of the aogori tree …
‘ callin’ people gods left ’n right is really makin’ me think of AOGIRI as some sorta cult. so, what, the KING is the leader ? some kinda priest ? do people pray to him ? ANYWAY —— OWLS are nocturnal. i don’t need to use his head to reflect anything. got the special nighttime vision & everything. SMART MOVE, THOUGH — BUT … ‘ a cackled laugh escapes him; fingers dance away from his lips to tangle in his hair. ‘ it’d be funnier to watch the balding process when it’s gradual. y’gotta THINK AHEAD. THINK A HEAD. sweet deal. puns included. ‘
UNPROMPTED : ANONYMOUS
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✔ omg
@exsanguinationx / plotting guide
My muse(s): god i hope so
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
#<3333333#exsanguinationx#ooc. [ sometimes i forget how to do tags ]#answered. [ secrets will always be kept ]
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