Rezero, My Love.

i thought i was on tumblr.com WHY haven't i heard a word about official media catboy julius and wilhelm

I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

2018 tumblr post:

1: why do they call it a boner when theres no bone in it

2: there used to be

3: why does this sound so ominous

2025 tumblr post:

1: forward my shambling soldiers and slay without thinking. let blood flow into every crevice of this rotten land

2: yes my lady

3: yes my lady

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

I feel like Henry would be easier to trick, and also might subconsciously try to ignore anything he thinks is a bit suspicious of Bill, like he probably did with Willy. William on the other hand kind of has the same sort of cunnig nature as Bill? So he might be able to see through him. But if he doesn't I can see him thinking that he's the one triking Bill into helping him when in reality it's the other way around.

I've been thinking about this wood bill cipher use Henry or William to build the portal?? Like both are Very likely to be very easily tricked by bill, But they both have different levels of engineering skills and evilness so it's hard to say

The gremlin.🧌✨

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

Explain yourself.

TOKYO GHOUL MIKU