they were farmers, yes, but their harvest was not one typical of an ordinary farm.
where others harvested rice, they harvested teeth, from heads both dead and living.
where others harvested fruit, they harvested flesh, bloody and dripping.
where others harvested legumes, they harvested fingers, carrying them by the bucketful.
no, their…[Read more]
he’s changed, you think.
he still laughs like he used to; smiles like he used to; reads like he used to
but sometimes he’ll crack one of his black-tipped fingers, and you don’t want to think about where he got that quirk from.
he still drinks coffee the same way; reads to hinami the same way; adores her the same way
but he can switch…[Read more]
you’re bleeding on the ground, half-conscious and raving, but the sight of the small accessory triggers something in your mind, despite the blade through your eye.
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You are entirely unapologetic as you tear out the intestines of the person in front of you.
You’re not sure if you can call them a “person” anymore. “Body”, perhaps, or “food”.
You hesitate before you bite into the meat in front of you, but the hunger wins out over whatever made you wait. You dismiss it as weakness, and do your best to…[Read more]
It’s been a year since the raid on Anteiku.
You, Touka, live with Banjou and Hinami in a small apartment in a different ward. At first, the three of you and Yomo moved around a lot, since the 20th ward was teeming with CCG investigators after the raid. Now Yomo’s gone back to his old shipping container, and you try not to attract too much…[Read more]
You don’t say grace before meals.
As a ghoul, you don’t really believe in any god, or gods. Some ghouls do, but most, like you, do not. There’s something distasteful in thanking a deity before you begin to messily consume a human corpse (Not that you, the Gourmet, are a messy eater).
However, the meal that lies in front of you will likely be…[Read more]
“you’ve done hardly anything to make me trust you,” he says, looking down at you with what is surely disgust.
“but you’ve done a lot to make me distrust you, gourmet.”
something inside you crumbles apart at those words, despite the truth in them.
you open your mouth to protest, to insist that you are still trustworthy, but the one-eyed…[Read more]
you should be furious
you should be furious; mad; wrathful; enraged; livid
you should be hunting down those responsible for his death (for he is surely dead), tearing them limb from limb; you should be leaving pieces the size of fingers in your wake
but you can’t move; can’t eat; can’t speak
you’ve remained like this since last night,…[Read more]
you’ve never been terribly fond of birds, but you decide you much prefer them to bird spikes, mounted on top of signs and other places the feathered things might roost. you suppose the spikes do have a metallic beauty to them, but there’s also an element of ugliness in their purpose.
a few days later, you wake up to silence.
he trembles violently, breathing raggedly and uncovered eye wide. his pupil constricts; he is seeing what happened three years ago.
the stress these past few days and today have been too much on him; he is having another attack.
you grasp his outstretched hand and hold him, a smile on your lips.
“what is there to fear?” you ask…[Read more]
You remember the moment you killed Mukuro. It was incredibly easy. You summoned the Spears of Gungnir with Monobear’s voice, then pressed a button in the control room. Violence against the principal was against the rules, and would be punished accordingly.
The look of shock and despair on your twin sister’s face was just the cutest! You’re…[Read more]
Hmph. Too easy, you thought as you set your fingers to the keyboard and began typing. The network’s security was incredibly basic. You smiled.
It would be under your control in no time.
You should’ve known. The security was too weak to not be a trap.
The grin fell from your face as the screen in front of you flashed with numerous…[Read more]
From her mouth come only lies. Mere words.
The lies continue pouring out, forming a lake at her feet.
You can see her lips move, but you can only hear the rushing of water as it joins the lake.
You become painfully aware of the scissors in your right hand.
It scares you. How you can control it. How you can stop, rewind, or fast forward time at your will.
But what scares you most of all is how utterly still everything becomes when you stop time. Everything except you. That’s the worst part. Being alone in a still world.
And that’s why you’ll continue. That’s why you’ll continue to go back,…[Read more]
Even though he had abandoned him, Gendo was still using his position as Shinji’s father as leverage in order to get what he wanted from him.
And he was succeeding. Despite his desire to run away, the Third Child would continue to pilot Unit 01.
Dusk. What a wonderful time. Colours blended into each other to make a sky of melted blues and purples with hints of orange. The moment when night truly began to take over the sky from the sun.
(If only you could see them with real eyes.)
Anything was possible in alternate timelines.
It was possible there was a timeline where you weren’t an Angel.
It was possible there was a timeline where you hadn’t died.
It was possible there was a timeline where you hadn’t been mistaken.
It was possible there was a timeline where you and the Third Child were happy…[Read more]
The only ones who can truly make a difference in this world are those who can sacrifice everything they have. Some have sacrificed their possessions. Others their families and friends. Some, their humanities.
You’ve already lost most of those. And now, you’re about to sacrifice your own life. This is as far as you go. You were useful, you…[Read more]
Your hope was withering away, making way for the despair you knew would come.
It disgusted you. You disgusted yourself. The way you just let it happen was just deplorable.
The knowledge that this would happen, correction: was happening, only made it worse. Becoming aware of the process only sped it up.
It wasn’t like trash like you could…[Read more]