#anteiku extended

[kyanitedragon]

#tokyo ghoul #touka kirishima #kimi nishino #kuzen yoshimura #yoshimura #tg #tg screenshots #touka and kimi #anteiku extended

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 {𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙚}

A/n: I haven't seen much Hide works here, so I decided to write a small something about my very first anime crush

Pairings: Hide x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, a bit suggestive

Warnings: spoilers for the manga for sure, graphic mentions of Hide's injuries, mentions of death, mentions of sex

Three months.

It had been three entire months ever since Hide returned. Like everyone else you thought he had been long dead after what had happened between him and Kaneki. You had done your best to continue your life as if you had never known the man and even though it had been extremely difficult in the beginning you had grown used to it. So when someone had knocked on your apartment's door in the middle of the night you couldn't help but get anxious. But when you opened the door to the sight of your supposedly dead boyfriend, you almost fainted.

Things almost went back to how they used to be before Hide's disappearance after that night. Of course you never pressured him for answers, mostly because you weren't sure you wanted to know. At least for now.

But somehow your and Hide's relationship continued as if he had always been there: movie nights, dates at bookstores (mostly on your request), laate night walks... everything was going great. And sex was also great, for the most part at least.

"So..." You closed the bathroom door behind you and walked over to your bed. Hide had tilted his head to the side, leaning against the wall while scrolling on his phone. But of course as soon as you walked in, his attentions shifted. "What's with the... bandana."

You weren't stupid and Hide knew that. Of course you had noticed the change in his voice as if he was speaking through a machine and he was more than aware that you had acknowledged the presence of the bandana he never seemed to remove from his face. He also knew you deserved answers.

"Uh well..." He lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head. He was smiling and you could tell because of his eye smile. "It's a wild story."

You felt your heart clenching at the sound of those words and the truth was a part of you decided it wasn't the right time to listen or see whatever was hiding under the piece of clothing around his neck and face.

"I have time... if you're willing to tell me I am willing to listen."

And Hide was fine with it. He told you the entire story behind the bandana and what happened that night at Anteiku between him and Kaneki. He described everything in detail hoping that just his words would be enough and you wouldn't want to see those injuries up close.

But when his story ended and the only weight left on him was the weight of the bandana he kind of wanted to show you. He didn't know why. He hadn't received any kind of reaction from you other than a few nods here and there just to assure him that you were listening. He only noticed the way your fists were clenched the moment his eyes travelled from your emotionless face to the rest of your body.

You, on the other hand, were trying very very hard not to take him into your arms and hug him as tight as possible.

"Do you want to see?" You nodded and watched as his hands travelled to his face and gently pulled down the bandana. The injury began from just above his upper lip, extending down to his left clavicle. The flesh has been almost completely stripped from his lower face. His teeth and the majority of his bone structure were completely exposed. A hole had found its place on his left cheek were the zigomaticus muscle used to be. But the damage didn't stop there, it continued down his throat. A vocal prosthesis had been surgically implanted into his neck making his voice sound a bit metalic. "Not so beautiful now huh?"

"I disagree." You carefully moved to his lap. "Well I can't deny the fact that this is a bit impractical when it comes to kissing." You let out a completely forced chuckle in a desperate attempt to make the atmosphere lighter.

"I am sure you'll find a way." Hide said. He looked composed but his mind was a mess and filled with questions. How on earth did you still like him even after seeing what his face had become.

"Oh I will. You'll get your kisses one way or another."

A/n: This suckedddddddd

#hideyoshi nagachika #hide x reader #hideyoshi nagachika x reader #writing #anime and manga #anime #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul manga #tokyo ghoul anime #hide tokyo ghoul #hide tokyo ghoul x reader #hideyoshi nagachika tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x y/n

[ipsen]

Blank Canvas

Second longfic for EtoKen. No Ghouls AU. Relatively modern.

I couldn’t take it anymore; it was either the Root A fic or this one, and after reading Tokyo (which you should read btw), I made my choice.

Cross-posted on AO3. Hope I finish this one.

Summary: By some miracle, Ken Kaneki— also known as the online artist Haise Sasaki— is hired to work on the next work and first graphic novel of Sen Takatsuki, his favorite author and a controversial figure in larger society. He’s honored, of course, and very excited, but between storyboarding the next page, strange government conspiracies, and the even stranger chemistry he has with Takatsuki, well… He hopes he isn’t in over his head.

Chapter 2 Master Post

Chapter 1: Interview, Not Date

It was supposed to just be another outing at Anteiku with Hide. Just coffee, some pastries, and a nice, relaxing afternoon sun in the spring. It was not supposed to be the day that Kaneki found out Hide had secured him a meeting to possibly work with Sen Takatsuki on her next work.

Sen Takatsuki, the famous (or infamous, depending on who you asked) horror/tragedy/social justice writer that pried apart the government’s faults as easily as Kaneki pulled his calves when Touka made him run with her.

“Listen, Kaneki,” Hide said, chewing on the stirring straw like a toothpick, “if it makes you feel better, it’s an interview, not a date. With her editor.”

It didn’t. “Thanks, Hide…”

Hide arched his brow. He sighed and leaned forward, palms on the table to take up as much of Kaneki’s vision as possible. “Dude, you’ll be fine. Worst case, you already know Mr. Yoshimura’s down to take you back if it doesn’t work out; you’ve got a safety net, so go for it!”

And Kaneki was grateful for that. The safety net. He was just… The thought of blowing this (because he probably would), then having to go back to brewing coffee and being asked unwanted questions for the rest of his life… Not that he was complaining; there were people far worse off than he was— he shouldn’t be insensitive— but…

“I know,” he mumbled. “I do…”

There was a guilty emotion welling up within him. He shouldn’t think badly of Anteiku, even after— Well, he knew he wasn’t exactly high quality material, anyway, and the staff were nice. Kaya had been especially kind, as someone who had gone through a similar situation. Sometimes people were just incompatible, even if they had a lot in common.

And to think of Anteiku as the reason for… that … would be hypocritical. If he extended the guilt and bitterness to everything associated with it, then he’d be required to blow this interview. He’d have to cut Sen Takatsuki’s works out of his life, and at the thought of that, he just couldn’t do it.

Those books had taught him that his struggles weren’t unique to him. They told him he wasn’t the one at fault; rather, it was the faults of the world that made it so.

This world was wrong. And there was solace in that fact.

“Listen,” Hide repeated, getting Kaneki’s attention. “Mr. Shiono seems like a nice guy. We had a good chat over the phone, and when we met up for real, I brought a small sample of your art for him to look at.”

Kaneki braced for impact.

“And… he liked it!” Hide gave a thumbs up and a grin. “We even got your interview settled straight away!”

Kaneki let out the breath meant to be a cushion. Relief flooded him. He was making progress. But, at the same time—

“I still don’t know about this,” he forced himself to admit out loud. “I mean, I don’t even have credentials besides what I’ve posted! I don’t know the first thing about working in the comic industry! I don’t know anything!”

“And you’ll never know unless you start going for things!” Hide countered, unbearably correct about that. “So chin up, bud! Worst case scenario, I find you something new to work on, or life goes back to how it’s been. No biggie.”

‘How life has been’: Hide paying all the rent behind Kaneki’s back, basically making Kaneki a twenty-two-year-old freeloader wannabe comic artist who did little else but read books and doodle out his feelings. He posted some of those feelings online as the anonymous Haise Sasaki, but only the ones he thought would get him the least amount of flack.

And, for the most part, it worked. He got some commissions, he became brave enough to post some of his comics, and generally speaking, it wasn’t all bad. People seemed to like what he had to offer.

However, it wasn’t sustainable, hence the job at Anteiku (Touka was the other person always saving him; bless her and curse him) and the apartment with Hide, which were both already more than he deserved. And yet…

Art was just so useless compared to what they did. Hide, a freelance translator, spoke four languages (that Kaneki knew of) and got gigs all across the globe and could work from home. Meanwhile, Touka was applying to med school to become a doctor to save people. As if working at the Apes and Dobers nonprofit and Anteiku wasn’t enough!

Meanwhile, Kaneki made pictures that got flushed down the drain as soon as he finished them. As Haise, he would labor for hours— sketching, lining, coloring, rendering— only for people to glance at it for five seconds before moving on with their day. The price of his commissions didn’t meet minimum wage, either, so it was basically hobby money. He was such a—

“Hey, Kaneki.” Hide snapped his fingers in front of Kaneki’s face to get his attention. “Eyes up here, pal.”

It was enough to keep him from spiraling. “O-Oh, sorry.”

“Look, this Takatsuki’s your idol, right?”

An understatement. The spark of hope that he felt reading Dear Kafka for the first time, the spark that told him that he wasn’t alone in feeling the way he felt, was something he’d never forget. “Uh, more or less, yeah…”

“And you really, really like her work, right?”

He shifted in his seat. “I-I do, but—”

“Then that settles it, right?” Hide downed the rest of his coffee before continuing. “You should go!”

But Kaneki wasn’t nearly good enough to—

“You should go, Kaneki.” A fresh plate of Yoriko’s famous pastries placed itself in front of him. “It’s your passion, isn’t it?”

He glanced up, and swallowed. “T-Touka…”

He really appreciated the weight of her words despite their brevity, even if that weight sometimes struck him in the face (literally, too, in the case of their judo classes).

He bobbed his head after a moment. “Yeah, it is. I… I really want this job.”

“See? I’m always right.” Hide laughed.

Kaneki cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his pants. “Um, Touka, is Mr. Yoshimura here today?”

She thought for a moment. “Not… right now, no, but I can take a message.”

Kaneki shook his head. “N-No, that’s okay! I’ll tell him when I see him next.” He then stood up. “I… I’m gonna do it. I’ll go and see Mr. Shiono.”

“Huzzah!” Hide threw up his hands in celebration. “You’ll do great, man! Promise!”

————

The thing about Hide’s promises was that they were either kept to the letter, or they fell apart miserably.

Kaneki didn’t like his odds so far.

The night before the interview, he did not sleep. He stared at his phone in bed, sketched feverishly under lamplight, and paced about the room, too nervous to close his eyes. He was totally gonna botch this. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, he didn’t know when, he just knew it was going to happen somehow, and there was nothing he could do about it.

That said, he, somehow, stumbled through the little coffee shop door ten minutes early, clutching his bag containing his portfolio like his life depended on it. Because, in a way, it did; if he let go of it, he’d lose his grip on his consciousness too and collapse in a heap from exhaustion.

He glanced about the small shop, at the tables he could count on his fingers, and realized it was empty. That was good. Crossing the length of the shop, he gave an apologetic wave to the lone barista and took a seat by the window. Hopefully, it was tinted enough so that when he saw Mr. Shiono through it, it wouldn’t look like he was staring rudely. He couldn’t get points docked before the meeting even began.

Kaneki glanced at the barista again. Should he order something? That might be rude… Maybe when Mr. Shiono arrived, he could get them both something. And pay. That was the most important part. It was only fair; paying for a chance at working with the Sen Takatsuki. Oh, but he was kinda hungry. He shouldn’t.

Grrrr…

He really shouldn’t.

It was time for the meeting. He ended up not ordering anything, too nervous after hitting the five minute mark.

No sight of Mr. Shiono. Or anyone, for that matter. This place was really out of the way, wasn’t it? Then again, it was during work hours on a Tuesday morning.

Kaneki tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes. No dice. He rubbed his eyes this time. Nope. He slapped his cheeks. Still nothing. He slapped harder, and it made an embarrassing noise. The barista gave him a weird look, and he put hands down in an instant.

No more noises.

Ten minutes late. He hadn’t been stood up, had he? Then again, Haise wasn’t exactly a well-known artist, not by a long shot. No work displayed in a museum, no high-profile projects to his name, nothing. Absolutely zero.

He’d been stood up.

His eyes stung a bit.

It was fine.

His nose got a bit stuffy.

At least he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. But it reminded him of that. Not even a text or a call. Rize just… blocked his number and disappeared from his life. Like he was just a pitstop, or worse, a stepping stone. Good riddance, Touka had said at the time, and in hindsight, she was right (she usually was), but an explanation would’ve been nice. Closure, and all that.

He shuddered. He should go home; he’d wasted enough time. Oh, but he was tired. The shop was empty; it couldn’t hurt to get some shuteye. Twenty minutes; that was a power nap. Twenty minutes was all he… needed…

…

“Hello~”

Was that someone’s voice? Maybe it was the barista’s… He’d caused enough trouble just stalking their tables… He really was such a—

“Psst, hey!”

Kaneki’s eyelids slowly lifted at the additional prodding, and he saw a blurry someone in front of him, waving their hand in front of his face.

“Ken Kaneki, right?”

“Huh…? Oh, um…” He sat up and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. “Yeah…”

“Great!” The person took the seat across from him, then immediately shot back up. “Oh, have you ordered anything yet?”

Who… was this…? Kaneki’s vision started clearing up, and he made out features.

Fern colored hair, like grass in a tranquil meadow, dressed in a messy bun. Large, round glasses that magnified verdant eyes. An unbuttoned cyan blazer with a white shirt beneath, and a burgundy floral-patterned skirt. Pretty face… Familiar face.

Wait.

Familiar face.

Kaneki blinked more sleep out of his eyes, the memory of a photograph rising to the front of his consciousness.

No.

The familiar figure giggled. “You awake now?”

No, no, no.

The person’s eyes looked him up and down, then tapped their mouth. “You’ve, uh, got some drool there. Do you suffer from sleep apnea? Insomnia, maybe? I can never remember…”

Please no.

His stomach dropped out of his abdomen and onto the floor as he wiped his mouth to keep his jaw from doing the same.

In front of him was not Shunji Shiono, Sen Takatsuki’s longtime editor, but Sen Takatsuki herself. The Sen Takatsuki. Here, now less than a meter away. In front of him. Talking to him. Ken Kaneki, the nobody. The freeloader. Moocher supreme. King of being a—

“So… Have you ordered anything?” Sen Takatsuki asked, smiling. Oh, she was even prettier in person; that wasn’t good. “I’ll pay; it’s the least I can do for making you come here.”

He found that he could no longer form words. What was she doing here? Wait, rewind, actually: where was Mr. Shiono? Had something happened, forcing her to come here? Was it his fault? Was—

“Shiono’s back at the office, doing his thing,” she said, as though his thoughts were words on a page. “Sorry for surprising you; I know you were expecting him instead.”

By the grace of what could only be described as a higher being, Kaneki managed to nod. She was so close he could just reach out and touch her. He wouldn’t— that was weird— but that was how close she was. And it wasn’t just that; there were slight imperfections in her being that no camera could capture, such as the light sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks, the cracks in her surprisingly chapped lips, and the reflection of her fingerprints on her glasses.

Only an artist could intentionally capture those things, and Kaneki, despite his inadequacy, wanted to be that artist. He wanted to draw Sen Takatsuki.

He shouldn’t, though. That’d be weird. Maybe in private, though…

He must have been lost in his thoughts too long, because she left him for the counter. “Two coffees,” she said, fishing out her wallet. “One iced and…” She turned around and glanced up at him.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Don’t mess this up. Game face. “U-Uh, black coffee!” he called feebly.

Fortunately, she seemed to hear him. “And a black coffee. Thanks!”

There was a weird mix of shame and embarrassment boiling in his stomach. Sen Takatsuki had ordered coffee for him, but Sen Takatsuki had ordered coffee for him. It should be him up there, not the other way around. But if he said something now, it’d just turn awkward. Best to keep his mouth shut.

She slid back into the seat across from him. “I also wanna say sorry for making you wait; I slept in, thinking it was just another day! Silly old me…”

Kaneki opened his mouth to speak, but only a hoarse noise came out. He smiled and shook his head to buy time. He somehow said, “I-It’s fine…” without puking.

“It’s totally unprofessional, is what it is!” She combed her fingers through her hair, grasping the strands with her eyes screwed shut. She sighed, then looked him directly in the eyes. “Better late than never, though. Ready to get started?”

No, but… If he waited until he could say yes, he’d end up dead first. So he just nodded, hoping it was enough.

“Great!” She reached into her bag and took out a few papers— he recognized one of them as Hide’s resume made for him— scanning them. “So… Ken Kaneki. Graduated from Kamii with a BA in Art and minor in literature… No experience thus far with the industry—” Kaneki’s face heated up at that fact— “but has been drawing for several years… How long is several years?”

He forced out an answer. “U-Um… Since I was a child. I was, uh, seven…? No, eight! I was eight.”

“And how old are you now?”

“I’m, um, turning twenty-three at the end of the year.”

“I see, I see…” She smiled. “And you didn’t go to art school?”

“N-No…”

“Why?”

Kaneki couldn’t say it was because he couldn’t afford it; Hide and his family were generous enough to offer to fund the entire thing, and a scholarship wasn’t out of the question either. But reading some of the horror stories about some of the schools— Kaneki figured he was better off without them. And, on his good days, it proved to be true.

“It just wasn’t a good fit for me…” he mumbled, scratching his chin idly. “A-And I learned just fine without it.”

She hummed, eyeing him. “Interesting…”

Was that a good or a bad thing? He couldn’t tell.

“So, the job.” She cleared her throat and put his resume away. “I’m looking for a comic artist to tell the story for my next work. I’ve tried going about with my usual process, but the words aren’t sticking to the page, if you know what I mean.”

She looked at him now, pausing. Oh, that meant he should probably respond. Okay. “So…” he began, trying to collect his thoughts. “You’re saying that prose isn’t enough. You need artwork to supplement it, to the point it becomes a graphic novel…?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, that’s about it,” she said, smiling. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

He returned the gesture, smiling hesitantly back. He seemed to be doing well. Either that, or she was just trying to make him feel better.

“Alright, next question: Kaneki, do you know about substitute prisons?”

Kaneki reeled at the sudden change in subject. What? Then again, she was Sen Takatsuki. He probably should’ve expected that she’d ask this.

“The facilities meant to supplement regular prison cells , right?” he replied, and judging by the way her smile widened, she was pleased. Great! He continued. “Was… that your inspiration for The Hanged Man’s MacGuffin? ”

That was her latest release, now almost three years ago, to great criticism, as was typical of her novels. This was due to how it antagonized Japan’s public prison system and sympathized with the fictional inmates of the story, despite their horrible crimes. Most of the profits generated by the novel had also gone to mental health facilities, specifically ones that were against mass incarceration.

She was still staring at him, waiting for him to continue and still smiling. Right, here goes nothing.

“I-I noticed how there was a lot of focus not on the crimes the prisoners committed, but rather the conditions of their cell and lifestyle as a result of that vague crime. It was like you were asking the reader: ‘To what extent should a person answer for their past in the present?’ And, and then—”

He stopped, realizing that he was staring at his hands as he talked. His gaze flicked up toward Takatsuki; she had her chin nestled between laced fingers. As he studied her a bit closer, he noticed that her brows were raised just a bit higher, suggesting amusement— no, it was boredom, because honestly, who would listen to him say anything? Him and his big mouth, why did he let himself go again?

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, a nervous laugh failing to calm his nerves. “I’m taking up all the air in the room!” As usual.

“Don’t be!” She grinned at him now. “You’ve thought about this a lot; that’s good, and I enjoy hearing you speak.”

She… She did? She wasn’t lying, was she? He swallowed, and at that moment, their drinks arrived.

“It’s refreshing to hear someone who knows what they’re talking about for once.” She chuckled, taking a sip with the provided straw. “For example, a lot of people read my work, but they don’t really read it.”

Kaneki blinked, as the feeling of hoards of ignorant online comments flooded his memory bank. People who misinterpreted his work, taking away a worse message than he intended. He didn’t mind the ones that took away something good but different, but there were some that were just… malignant. And it was those ones that he hated the most.

“I-I understand what you mean,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Sometimes it feels like people intentionally hate my artwork for no substantial reason other than the fact that it isn’t for them. And then they have the audacity to say it to my face in the most venomous way possible. It makes me— I just want to—”

“Scream?” she supplied, and he watched as her eyes shone.

“Yes,” he said, hoping his smile was enough to match hers. “Scream.”

Takatsuki jotted something down on one of the papers with a pen, and for some reason, it didn’t make him nervous. This was a lot easier than he thought it would be; he didn’t want to be too presumptuous, but he felt like a meeting with Mr. Shiono wouldn’t have gone half as well.

“This might be a bit of a redundant question now, but: how familiar are you with my work?”

His confidence built, he answered quicker this time. “I’ve been reading your work since Dear Kafka. I’ve gone through everything at least twice now: your short stories, your novels— everything.” He took a breath; this was probably his only chance. “I, um, actually had a question, if you don’t mind?”

Her eyes glimmered, and his drawing hand itched. “Ask away,” she said.

“In The Hanged Man’s MacGuffin, you wrote the warden, Kimio Ohta, as a cruel man who tortured the prisoners for no substantial purpose, but, um…” Come on, Kaneki; you can do this. “When I was reading his scenes, I did some cross-referencing, and… He’s Detective Tanizaki’s uncle, right? In Salt and Opium?”

And for the first time, he watched her blink in surprise. There was a long stretch of silence then, and he started to wonder if he’d accidentally offended her. He didn’t think he said anything outlandish— Ohta and Tanizaki’s timelines and family trees matched up perfectly to him— but maybe it was another case of gross misinterpretation.

“Yes,” she said finally, and his doubts were dispelled. “Yes, he is. You actually caught that?”

Kaneki nodded meekly.

“Wow…” There was a different kind of smile on her then. Something a little softer. More genuine. “That’s impressive, Kaneki. You’ve impressed me.” She took another sip of her drink. “You brought a portfolio for me to sample, I imagine. May I?”

He nodded again, and fumbled for the portfolio. For the second time, he was grateful he wasn’t handing it to Shiono, because he’d actually organized a portfolio of much more personal work this time. As Haise, he sanitized his public gallery for fear of being too vulnerable online. People would take pity on him or laugh at him, and he didn’t want either of those things.

But for the chance to work with Sen Takatsuki, and the chance to finally start making comics on a larger scale… Wounds had to bleed before they could heal. So he picked what he believed to be his best work, regardless of social expectations, and slipped them into the folder.

The portfolio, full of his hopes, dreams, and despair, crossed the table into her hands and sealed his fate.

Kaneki felt… confident. He was confident. Okay, maybe not that confident, but if Hide and Touka could believe in him, then maybe it was okay to believe in himself. At least for a little while.

Takatsuki, meanwhile, was ignorant to his storm of thoughts, her gaze settled on the work. He watched her with bated breath as she looked. Surprisingly, she hovered over each piece for a while, fully taking it in before deciding when to move on. Every now and then, she would hover over a work longer than others, and he crossed his fingers that that was a good thing.

She reached the last piece. He remembered what it was: a man underwater trying to swim to the surface, but he was being dragged back down by thousands of bodies wearing his face. The idea of her being the first person to see it made him nervous, and it didn’t help that she lingered on it the longest.

“This is incredible,” she said suddenly. “You’re incredibly skilled, Haise.”

He tried not to gasp. Or worse, sob on the spot. Skilled, he repeated internally. Not talented, but skilled. He’d never heard his work called that before. It was a subtle alteration that conveyed the same compliment, but it meant all the difference. It meant she acknowledged the hard work it took to get where he was, not anything pertaining to his biology or innate sense for art. He should’ve expected her to use the right word, given her profession, but hearing it out loud was completely different from—

Wait. Haise? She’d called him—

“Sorry.” She giggled, once again reading his thoughts like a book. “I couldn’t help myself.”

His tongue turned to lead, all the joy at being praised evacuating his system to be replaced with dread. “H-H-How, how—”

“The truth is, I’ve been following your work for a long time.” She closed the portfolio carefully. “That's why I wanted to meet with you myself; after Shiono showed me the sample your friend brought, I just had to come instead.”

He gaped. Sen Takatsuki knew his art. Sen Takatsuki read his comics. Sen Takatsuki followed him. Sen Takatsuki—

“To think, Haise Sasaki would be in front of me in the flesh!” She laughed, carefully handing him his portfolio with both hands. “I’m so flattered.”

Flattered? “Y-Yeah, imagine that…” Kaneki laughed nervously back.

“Now, if you’ll allow me to return the favor,” she smiled again, and he suddenly couldn’t get enough of it, “I enjoy the heart you put into your comics and artwork. Your stories, while simple, are effective for what they’re trying to say, and I think your paneling is gorgeous. The way you actually play with the page to communicate your characters’ mentality is something I’ve never seen before.”

Praise. From Sen Takatsuki. He didn’t know what to say. Was he dreaming? Should he pinch himself? No, probably not. He’d wait until he got home, assuming his legs hadn’t turned to jelly.

“There’s a park just down the block from here, where a lot of people like to gather at this time of year.” She snapped him out of his thoughts as she produced her contact card and scribbled something on the back. “This is the address. Meet me there next week on Friday at noon. Promise I’ll be on time!”

She all but shoved it into his hand, patting it reassuringly. Her hands were dry— eczema, maybe?— and not at all what he imagined. Huh. But she was touching him. Huh.

“Text me when you can, and we’ll iron out the hiring process when we’re done at the park. Sound good?”

Kaneki managed a nod, unable to form words.

“Great! Look forward to working with you!” She stood up, tapped him on the arm with her hand (he flinched slightly), and left the shop with her coffee.

He blinked and looked down at the card in his hand.

Wait, what?

He surveyed the area for Takatsuki, but the only sign that she had been here was the faint scent of hibiscus flowers.

Wait.

What?

He looked at the card again, and it was blurry and wet. Wait, wet?! No, no, no— He wiped his eyes and inserted the card safely and carefully in his wallet. And then it sunk in:

He… got the job?

#tg #tokyo ghoul #fanfic #writing #eto yoshimura #ken kaneki #etoken #blank canvas

[captain-astors]

Tokyo ghoul for the Shipp asks

My OTP: 

Ehgn. I have a couple that I think about more than others but I don’t necessarily consider them OTPs. If I had to pick a relatively popular one, Utaren is neat!

My NOTP:

Garden Child x Garden Child when it’s encouraged. I don’t really mind when it’s a narrative examining those unhealthy one-sided relationships without endorsing them, because Ihei’s fascination with Arima and Furuta’s with Rize are large portions of their canon characterization. But they’re still all half-siblings and I don’t think I could see them working in an actual requited ship anyways, especially considering it's not really a "romantic" attachment for either of them, so much as a deeply desperate one.

MY OT3:

Seiakimon, Itorizeto.

A currently canon ship I’m okay with but don’t prefer: 

Touken, I know I’ve ranted about how much it confuses me but I don’t actively hate the ship, it simply is. It feels a little odd and unrealistic, but so are a lot of my own pairings.

I don’t throw (large) stones from this glass house. You won’t see me making art for it by choice but it’s not hurting anyone so, do what you need to do. 

A ship that would only work in an AU but would be awesome: 

I think I’ve talked about how in canon Arima feels too bitchless to be shipped with anyone in adulthood, but AU AriEto is hilarious. Also I saw Hajime x Yusa about 6 years post-canon in an AU where the prior survived once, and that was interesting. 

A ship I’d like to see explored but not stick around:

Furutui, I don't know why I like it. Leave my brain alone.

A ship that may as well be canon: 

Sometimes I forget that Ayato x Hinami isn’t canon, it kind of is right? They’re sweet, I like it sometimes but I feel like both of them are a little overrated, and that extends to my feelings about the ship.

The ships I’d give my OTP pair if the other died: 

I don’t want to inflict Furuta on anyone. It feels mean. Anyone would rightfully hate feeling attracted to this guy, and he hates feeling. I want them to die together. 

Koori can kiss Ihei in heaven (?) while the other one rots in what I’d say would be hell, but I don’t think the devil wants this bastard around either. 

A crossover ship I’d dig: 

Platonic Juuzou and Zazie the Beast. Living embodiments of that one meme “THEY/THEM OUT CAUSING MAY/HEM”

A ship that would work great in a Coffee Shop AU: 

Canon is the coffee shop AU. I don’t know? I could make a coffee shop AU work for just about anyone but if I had to pick characters that have no relation to Anteiku… Mutsurie and MutsKanae could work excellently either way. 

A ship that would work great in a sitcom AU: 

Suzuhan, (They’re pretty much a comedy duo already) Shuunaki, (But just about anything with Shuu in it could work well) and whatever the ship name for Saiko x Hsiao is.

#miscellaneous not-art things #zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships #tg #sorry. #My mind said “what if I took these two terrible people where one of them is notably worse. What if that worse one lived.” #and then never shook the idea off

[tg-headcanons]

*Pulls up to the headcanon drive through* can I get uhhhh your thoughts on Kakujas please?? There is So Much happening with these funky bastards and I love hearing what you have to say about just about everything on this blog

KAKUJAS MY BELOVED

So first off, their biology is a whole clusterfuck. I explain it more here, but the physical aspect isn’t the end of it. Being a kakuja comes with a whole laundry list of behaviors and social ramifications both good and bad

First off, they’re hungry. Having so much more mass and advanced healing speeds up their metabolism and demands more food than regular ghouls need, so they hunt or scavenge more. The “ghouls would be fine with one body a month” is already false, it’s based on a test on captive ghouls and one body a month would barely keep an active ghoul alive, but while normally ghouls thrive on 1.7-2 bodies a month, a kakuja needs three or more. It’s a huge liability to need to eat that much

The adjustment period is hard, and ghouls will always struggle with it regardless of support and help offered. It hurts to grow the new kakuhou, it hurts to feel weak and foggy and out of control as their hormones fluctuate to opposite extremes, and for many it hurts to accept that they’re functionally disabled now. Yes, as much as they have advantages in a fight, kakuja are disabled. Chronic pain that flares up from time to time from the new kakuhou is normal, as is extreme mood swings, violent tremors, worsening vision and painful Kagune growths. It’s easy to forget that even the most powerful kakuja will struggle with condition when they aren’t in a fight

Another downside is the social aspect. Kakuja are feared. When they become kakuja their scent changes and gains a sharp, stony undertone that marks them as a cannibal. Other ghouls can immediately know that someone has eaten other ghouls to such an extend that their bodies had to change to accommodate it, and are a threat to them. The tragic reality for many kakuja is that they lose a lot of friends, connection, and community when they turn. Many ghouls seeking power don’t take that final plunge to become a kakuja for the sole reason of not being willing to risk losing people

It is possible for kakuja to fit in though, it just takes time and trust. Yoshimura is clearly at the center of his community because he spent years aiding other ghouls and offering a safe haven, and being old certainly helped smooth the way in convincing other ghouls he’s not a threat. However if a ghoul from a different area came to Anteiku while he was working, there’s a good chance they would leave immediately

Kakuja are way more heavily effected by instinct. Their heats are so intense that they can become violently ill or unconscious for hours at a time, their need to cuddle up when stressed compels them to practically drag people somewhere to it, their purrs and snarls and growls come just as easily as words if now even more, and they’re very likely to have hyperpredation pica, a disorder in which a ghoul’s prey drive is so high that they hunt and attempt to eat nonhuman animals in a frenzy when the compulsion gets the better of them. It does them good to have a support system of friends and family to step in when the instincts are getting bad to help them fulfill what their bodies need without rushing into something dangerous

Too much Rc can be a serious problem, and many kakuja develop Ghoul Presenting ROS, making them struggle to hide their kakugan and retract their kagune. From there it can progress to Intravenous Kagune Formation Disorder, an issue in which they have too much rc, and their bodies misinterpret the over abundance as an order from the brain to extract and harden the kagune. But because this isn’t what’s happening and the kagune isn’t coming out, it just means that rc Will bunch up and try to make a kagune wherever on the body it is, causing painful tumor-like growths of kagune material through the skin, muscle, or anywhere there’s enough blood vessels to form it. It’s extremely painful and inhibits their ability to move, talk, and hunt when it happens

Since they have more kagune surface space, especially the ones who grow a sort of armor, they expel heat water better than other ghouls. In warm areas? This is perfect, an advantage that puts them ahead. But in mild or cold areas? They get so cold during and after fights. You think Tatara wears that trench coat because it looks good? Nope that man is just freezing all the time. He’s shivering in 70 degree weather

Have I mentioned how they need physical touch? Normally a ghoul needs plenty of touch to calm their instincts and relax, but a kakuja needs much more in less time. They get high strung fast and without the calming pheromones produced and received from piling up with other ghouls, they break down fast. Sadly, with how much they’re feared by other ghouls, it’s not uncommon for kakuja to be unable to find a pile group to take them in and start lashing out from the aggression that comes of being a touch starved ghoul, thus trapping them in that cycle

Kakuja sometimes develop mild speech issues. Their nervous systems are effected by the change, and it can cause them to struggle to move their tongues right or they get Kagune growths in their mouths or throats. Luckily, it’s easier for them to adjust to because culturally it’s normal for ghouls to know a bit of sign or Morse, they’re taught by their parents because being able to communicate small messages in silence so as not to scare off prey is a good life skill, so if they become kakuja they have something to fall back on when speaking is too hard

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon #kakuja

[writing-fanics]

[ Kaneki Ken x Fem!Reader ]

Angst angst angst angst angst...

It was snowing when she confessed her feelings, when confessed her feelings to him.

Her face bright red not from the cold, but from the blood rushing to her cheeks. It had taken her so long, to work up the courage to confess.

She stood there, smiling waiting for a response from him. To only get the response.....

She didn’t wanna hear, it was as if her heart had been ripped out of her. He didn’t feel the same, he didn’t like her at all.

“I-I’m s-so sorry y/n. B-but I l-like R-Rize.” He says, nervously looking at her sadly.

She looks at him, and nods dropping the love letter letting it fall to the ground. Tears begin to brim her eyes, and she turns away.

“N-No it’s okay, Kaneki. I-I understand she’s pretty, smart, and she reads as much as you do...” She says, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“S-Sorry for wasting your time.” She says, bowing at him then running away.

“Y/n!” He shouts, towards her but she doesn’t look back. She continues running, until she reaches her apartment.

He looked at the love letter on the ground, picked it up and curiously read it..

Dear Kaneki,

I-I really care about you. I’ve liked you ever since I first met you, all those years ago with Hide. You two were the only friends, I had when I lost my older sister who was like a mother, and father to me since they weren’t in the picture.

It took me so much time, to muster up the courage to confess my feelings for you. And if you’re reading this then, maybe it worked. I don’t know, I’m dumb... You probably won’t feel the same, since I see the way you look at Kamishiro..

I don’t know.. but still I really really like you Kaneki and you mean so much to me..

S-So will you go out with me!

He remembered that day, when she confessed her feelings. And the day he lost her, and he could never forget that horrible day.

Yamori, that sick and twisted man. Tortured him, repeatedly. And thought that it wasn’t enough, so guess who he brought in as a “surprise”?

It was her.. tied up shaking shouting screaming to be let go. To go home.

He was scared, frightened. For her life she didn’t deserve this, neither did him but.. if he could chose anyone to be tortured he’d rather it be him then her.

He watched as he tortured her, cutting off each of her toes, fingers. He blood stained the floor, her and Kaneki’s screams echoed throughout the room.

Kaneki forced to eat, each of her fingers, toes. Even towards the end, it still wasn’t enough for Yamori he wanted more wanted Kaneki to suffer.

So...

He bite down on neck taking, a big chunk out of her flesh. Kaneki screamed in horror, watching as blood spilled out of the gaping wound.

She coughs up blood, she looks at Kaneki one last time. She smiled at him, and opened her mouth to speak.

“I-..” she says, her head going limp and falling to her side. Kaneki screams, begging for her to hang on.

“Y/n? Y/n! Y/N!?” He screams sobbing, choking on his tears. But Yamori wasn’t done, he continued to eat her, forcing Kaneki to watch.

“STOP IT PLEASE!” He screamed, frantically. But he didn’t, by the time Kaneki expected he was a ghoul.....

She was gone, what was left of her body laid there on the ground lifeless in a pool of her own blood.

Tears ran down his face, as he closes her eyes... He picks her up and carries her outside, she deserves to be buried somewhere safe.

He would look down at her, and still see the smile on her face. He found everyone from Anteiku, and even though you were dead.

He had to protect what was left, of his friends family. He looked down at her, tucking a strand of her behind her ear. He really did love her, he was just too naive to see.

As the snow began to fall, he looked down at her holding her close to him. and said,

“Look Y/n, it’s snowing.”

Extended Ending

Kaneki ran his fingers through her hair, while rocking her back and, forth. Whispering sweet things into her ear, telling her he’s sorry for not, excepting her feelings.

For being too weak to even save her, brought his head to the crook of her neck. And kissed it, thinking the life they could’ve had together.

Maybe he wouldn’t of been turned into a ghoul..

Maybe he would’ve introduced her to Sen’s books.

Maybe eventually they would’ve had their first time together and, cuddle after.

Maybe after some years of dating Kaneki would have the courage to propose..

He has a feeling she would say yes!

Having his friend Hide as his best man, maybe he would be friends with everyone at Anteiku and invite them as well.

The reception would be amazing, the ceremony being even better.

He can see her walking down the aisle, with a bright smile on her face wearing the most beautiful dress he’s ever seen. And they two finally tying the knot.

Childhood friends to lovers, how cliche..

The honeymoon, then trying to make a baby and, and her getting pregnant.

Them spending their life together watching, as their child gets older and older and, older. And her asking for another and, him giving her another.

The peaceful life, he so yearned a family was so close in his reach but... He didn’t accept it. Instead he accepted the girl, who ruined his life turning him into a ghoul.

Which eventually lead to the other girls, death. The one he truly loves. Tears brimmed his eyes, as he screamed out in anguish holding them close.

He kissed her on the lips, hoping to feel her kiss back. But he was met with only cold lips,they weren’t warm. He looked up at the sky, as the snow fell.

He smelled, “If I could turn back time, to last year today. I’d accept your feelings, Y/n.” He says, holding her close to his chest.

“I love you, and I’m sorry I was too late.” He says, placing a kiss on her forehead. Holding her as the snow,fell.

#fanfic #x reader #angst #headcanons #fluff #romance #kaneki #kaneki x reader #tokyo ghoul :re #Tokyo Ghoul fanfics #Tokyo ghoul X reader #Haise Sasaki #shirazu ginshi

[shinnoya]

If I may ask one more question, what did you think about Anteiku's layout? In the manga, the shop was shown sandwiched between two similarly sized buildings. Say the walls separating them were removed and they were merged into a single building. With the extra space, how would you model the cafe space?

For sure! I think Anteiku's layout was nice given the space they had to work with. I'd probably go a similar route to what Touka did with her cafe, and extend the counter/tablets and add bookshelves if given more space.

#superryunosukeyuki #answered

[callmehide]

The anime S2 ending is so much better than the sewer scene. We get to hear Hide's side of things (so it's narratively important), we get the acceptance from the manga extended and explicit (so it's emotionally important), we get pathetic fallacy (which is important for setting the mood) and we get a greater feeling of closure overall. Ishida focuses too much on gore and not enough on logic or emotions (see: Hide's neck). The manga ending only intrigued readers for that cash grab: Re.

unfortunately, you are correct

the ending at anteiku really seals off season 2 and it feels complete. the manga’s sewer scene leaves you hanging, which wouldn’t have been so terrible if it hadn’t taken literal years for hide to even show up again (at least, confirmed alive). ive never understood why ishida didnt involve hide more.....he set him up to be such an important figure in kaneki’s life: theyve known each other since childhood, hide saves kaneki both literally and metaphysically (re: kaneki’s hallucination), hide is kaneki’s lifeline and tether to the human world and is what motivates him to keep going. All that only for him to pop in at the end for a quick little chat and a gore reveal for shock value?? 

it’s such a detriment to his character, especially because of how he was characterized/set up within the story and his massive popularity with fans. hide was underused narratively and thrown under the bus for :re’s dull ending, and he didn’t get to have that big of a narrative of his own. in the end he was reduced to an angst vessel and none of his feelings-besides his devotion to kaneki-mattered

#anon #tokyo ghoul #tg #meta

[alice-m00n]

Énouement

Énouement: the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self

“So you and Touka-chan have been married for a while right?” Hide asked.

“Yeah. Almost 7 months,” Ken answered happily. Her due date was coming soon too, there’s a lot of things to prepare for. 

“Why don’t you guys have rings?” 

“Well, I have this one that Touka gave me,” he answered, pulling out his ring on a chain. After  the chaos of everything, he was so glad to see it again. He didn’t know what he would do if it was lost forever.

“Does she have one?” 

“... No.” 

“Why don’t you get her one since things have been calming down?” 

“W-Well…”

“Come on, it wouldn’t hurt to get her a ring, it’s to show that you’re married!”

“But when I brought it up before, she said she didn’t need one.” 

“That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t want one,” Hide insisted. “I'm not saying that you need to get the flashiest ring that you can afford, but it would be nice if you could give her one especially since she gave you a ring.”

“...That's true.” He could always get her something simple. Or would it be too old fashioned to just get a simple band? To begin with, what was Touka’s preference in jewelry? The only other time that he remembers her wearing any jewelry would be during their wedding, but those types of accessories wouldn’t go well with everyday life. “It’s hopeless, I don’t even know where to start!” 

“You could ask around! Like Nishio-senpai! He probably knows a thing or two about this  kinda stuff,” he suggested.  

That’s right. Not to mention that he and Touka have spent a lot of time together within the past few years. “You’re brilliant Hide!” 

“Heh, of course.” 

But instead of Nishio-senpai, a taller man appeared at their meeting  place.

“Bonjour, Kaneki-kun! Are you ready to search for your present to Touka-san?”

“Tsukiyama, I wasn’t expecting you.” Mainly because he didn’t know if Tsukiyama’s tastes matched with Touka’s. Not to mention,Tsukiyama had a habit of going… overboard.  

“Well, Nishio-kun had some prior engagements with a certain doctor, however I am perfectly willing and capable of assisting you on your expenditure!” Tsukiyama declared with an extended arm. “I am more than happy to share all of my knowledge with you so you may find something so magnificent that it will be passed down to your children and grandchildren.”

“You’re exaggerating Tsukiyama. We’re just going to the store to pick something out,” Ken pointed out.  

“But, it’s something that you two should treasure for the rest of your lives. So it’s going to take a lot of consideration, right?” 

“That’s right…” It would be nice if she would treasure it for the years to come. He knows that he’ll treasure the ring that she gave him for as long as he lives.  

“Don’t worry, I’ve already made the preparations, picked out a store, and found out Touka-san’s ring size!”

“Why do you know that?” 

“I merely used the resources at my disposal of course. Now come!”

Was it Hori-san’s doing? He wouldn’t put it past her, but Ken didn’t even know if Touka knew her own ring size. 

~~~~ 

Yomo-san quietly pointed towards a ring,“This.” 

“No, no, non!” Tsukiyama declared, “That is completely unacceptable for Touka-san! She must have something grander! More regal and elegant! And Kaneki-kun must have a matching one, naturally. What about this one with the diamond halo? It would certainly fit Kaneki-kun’s regalness!”  

“That’s too damn flashy!” Ayato protested, slamming his hand down on the glass case, “And it’s not in Aneki’s taste at all!” 

“Ayato-kun, perhaps you’re still a tad too young to give this topic some thought, however I assure you that my taste is top grade and perfectly suited for Touka-san’s tastes.” 

He thought that the more help the better, but now he’s regretting that decision. To begin with, he was never particularly interested in things like this. Especially given his lifestyle in previous years. 

“Did you find anything you liked yet?” Hide asked.  

“Not yet.” 

He was still in shock that he was even picking out a ring for Touka, his wife,his pregnant wife. 

Ah, he can’t wait until the baby comes. He wonders what name he should give the child. Touka  didn’t want to find out the gender of the baby yet, so maybe it would be better if he chose a gender neutral name, but he really wanted to give his child a name that suited them perfectly. 

Ken looked at Tsukiyama and Ayato arguing as Yomo-san was quietly contemplating another ring choice. Even Hide was by his side again. It’s crazy to know that he was able to be with the people who were closest to him again. And this time, they didn’t have to hide away from enemies, but instead they’re now able to work with all the people who were close to the other him, ‘Sasaki Haise’. He never thought that things would have turned out like this, but he’s grateful that they did.

He wished that he could go back in time, even just a year ago, and tell the previous him that he wasn’t suffering alone anymore. Even with all of the sins he committed, even with all the lives that he’s taken away, even though he's never going to be truly forgiven, he found happiness.  

Hide pat him on the shoulder, “You ok?” 

“Yeah, I am.” Better than ever, actually. “Thanks for being here Hide.”  

“Don’t mention it buddy.” Even though Hide couldn’t actually smile anymore, his eyes were still bright and happy. “So what do you think would be best?” 

“Um…” 

Touka’s outfits were never anything complicated or extravagant, but rather simple and relatively well put together. Even when they got married, she took off all of the decorations that Tsukiyama had put on her almost immediately after the party was done so that they could do… other things.  

“Something simple and comfortable. If there’s a lot of things on it, then Touka would have a hard time using her hands.” 

What should he do? He would get a similar design to the one that Touka gave him, but is that too plain?

Oh… 

He’s got it. 

“Tsukiyama, does this place do engravings?” 

~~~

“I’m home,” Touka announced.  

“Welcome back,” he greeted as he helped her out of her shoes (she’s been having troubles reaching her feet since her belly’s gotten bigger). Even though he has the ring, should he just give it to her now? Or maybe Touka would prefer if he tried to be more romantic about it? He knew that a lot of people proposed with the ring hidden in a cake or something, but it’s not like he’s proposing exactly….

“What’s wrong? You look nervous.” 

“Um… I got you something.”

“Cake?” 

“It’s not food.” He’ll just go for it, “Can I put it on you?” 

“Sure.” 

Maybe it’s fine if he just does it simply like this, it’s fine. 

But as he tries to place the ring on her finger, it won’t go past her first knuckle.

… What? 

He pushes a little harder to no avail.  

IT DOESN’T FIT! 

How could that be? Hori-san’s never been wrong with her information before, unless Tsukiyama wrote down the wrong  number or something or Hori-san gave him the wrong number or maybe the sizing for the specific store that Tsukiyama took him to just had smaller rings- 

“It’s probably because my fingers are swollen from the pregnancy,” Touka reasoned,” I’m sure I’ll be able to fit it later.”

“B-But…”

She chuckled and sighed. “It’s fine. I have a solution. Give me a second.” She disappeared for a second, but quickly returned with the ring around her neck. “Look, now we match,” she pointed out as she pulled on his necklace. “Isn’t that great?” 

Ah… He really loves her.  Her smile was absolutely radiant, he loves seeing Touka happy.  

He’s really glad that he didn’t die back then. Even though he hated being a ghoul at the start, it was how he got to meet Touka, everyone at Anteiku, everyone at the CCG, and it’s going to be how he was able to meet his child. 

If only the Kaneki Ken from before could see him now.  

“Ken?” 

He smiled back at her, “I’ll make you some coffee. Decaf, obviously.” 

“Oh? Let’s see if you’ve gotten any better.”  

#tg #kanetou #touken #Touka Kirishima #kaneki ken #My writing #long drabble #this has also been in my drafts for too long #idk if the title makes sense #but i went with it

[linkspooky]

I Don’t Understand You

So this chapter ends with the starts of two more fights. As I said to begin with, considering the clowns are only playing a game to buy time they’re at an inherent advantage because they’re more self aware than the flimsy CCG vs Ghoul alliance who are all repressing their issues in order to work together, and really have no figured out any solid motivation besides “stop the bad guys.”

For a quick example the confrontation with Kaiko brought up a lot of relevant questions. Is it fair that half humans have to live half lifespans with no chance of extending it, or should something risky like ghoulifying Yusa be done to help extend his own lifespan? How exactly is the harsh way Kaiko trained Arima any different from the way Arima trained the likes of Kaneki, Take and Yusa? What exactly did Arima sacrifice himself for if he could have extended his life a few months later, and what is his legacy now? Is Yusa only defined by Arima’s legacy?

And Yusa received the answer to a whole none of those questions. He’s just urged to keep fighting and keep surviving, because that is literally all the main characters are capable of envisioning at this point. 

So, that being said there’s no way the two current fights can turn out in anything better than a draw, because the two characters choosing to confront the clowns are those that understand them the least. 

Despite the fact that Amon was ghoulified literally so he could understand that 1) not all ghouls are Donato and 2) that a ghoul as wretched who ate as much as Donato could eat human meat but somehow love him at the same time because ghouls have human minds and emotions, Amon has not mentioned Donato once or even the comparison to Donato for 168 chapters of :Re. 

If you look back to the rooftop conversation with Amon and Donato, while neither of them changed their views, the conversation did a good job of illuminating the fact that both of them held self-righteous and flimsy beliefs. Kaneki said he didn’t care about the vast majority of people and only did this for his friends, and Amon said he did not care about ghouls and does not think the beliefs he held at the time of being an investigator was wrong. 

The point is that Kaneki was called out by the plot for holding such a false and self righteous belief. He was picked apart line by line in order to point out that yes, he actually does have to care about things besides the people who are directly around him because his actions have greater reaching consequences than that.

In Kaneki’s case the beliefs he held on his rooftop conversation with Amon turned out to be a bad thing. So it should stand to reason that Amon should face a similar consequence for his willful ignorance. 

Amon and Kaneki are continually put on pedestals and held up as heroes, when in reality both of them are just traumatized children trying to survive. The problem is in their coping they’ve killed a lot of people, Amon killed many in his time as a human, and then once he became a ghoul he turned into some kind of cannibal according to Urie’s observation. 

Both of them see ghoul life as expendable, and for Amon the root issue with this cause has always been Donato, which will be the perfect instance to challenge his hypocrisy on this part. 

Amon has to lose to Donato, I don’t think there’s a single Amon fan who actally wants him to win. Donato represents the ghoul part of Amon, and his demonization of ghouls which he has not at all come to terms with. Amon in this chapter even acts the same as ever.

He comes dramatically blazing in swinging his quinque (he’s still using a quinque even though he’s a half ghoul). He even attacks almost the same way he did on his reintroduction in Rueshima, with the exception of this time Donato sees him coming ahead of time and blocks him easily. 

Amon’s hero act should fail him at this point. 

Pretty much everything Amon has said in the build up to this fight is that he doesn’t actually want to understand ghouls. He doesn’t want to understand his existence of a ghoul. All he wants is to return to the time where he could easily fight at the CCG without questioning himself. 

Him and Akira are both offered illusory returns to the CCG when they were finally beginning to break away and form their own identities, the same way Kaneki was offered an illusory return to his home of Anteiku. Except Kaneki’s illusion was only enertained for so long, it burned apart right in front of his eyes and logically the same should follow for the two of them. 

There’s two things that Donato could say that could easily tear apart Amon’s resolve right here. 

1)  The Person Amon is fighting for right now, Kaneki the symbol of their alliance is somebody who ate children just as Donato did. Not only that the first child he ate was Hajime Hazuki, the child Amon was inspired to save all those years ago.

2) The person Amon holds so close to his heart, Mado Kureo is really just a parallel of Donato that the CCG told Amon it was acceptable for him to like. Kureo was a sadist, who among other things targeted and enjoyed the pain of a child and Amon stood by his side and watched, feeling himself justified because the child he was targeting was a ghoul child rather than an innocent human. 

Most importantly that Donato and Amon do love each other. As this is fundamentally unresolved about Amon there’s really no way he’s going to come to grips with it in the middle of a fight.

Finally, Renji and Yomo. This is going to be short but basically, Yomo’s words right here are the epitome of everything wrong with the Goat/Human alliance right now. 

“I’ve never really understood you, and I still don’t, but I’m still going to stop you.”

How exactly Renji, are you going to beat an enemy you don’t understand? That is the question, and Renji has delayed this confrontation with Uta as long as Donato has himself with Amon. 

The thing is Yomo has known about Uta’s relation with the clowns since the beginning. He just deliberately chose never to confront him about it. Renji doesn’t understand Uta, because Renji himself never really tried to understand Uta. 

Uta even tells him to his face, that really the only thing he defines his life by is his own loss. As long as he continues to do that, he’ll only lose others or himself, and Yomo doesn’t come up with a satisfactory answer besides. 

“Watch me Uta, I’m going to sacrifice my life for Touka even harder now.”

Yomo and Uta are really the embodiment of the tattoo around Uta’s neck. It’s even embodied in their old rivalry. 

Every single time they got close, they would both pull back because they were too afraid of dying. Their relationship is the same, they could be friends but both of them are too afraid of pulling close. To this day Yomo only barely admits that Uta is a friend, and keeps him as distant as possible. Uta at the same time makes no attempts to get closer because he prefers staying on the edges. 

Yet neither of them can be entirely divorced from one another either. The two of them both continue to associate with one another, Uta even went so far as to save his life even though they’re now on opposite sides of a conflict. 

I can live neither with you, nor without you. Neither of them can bring themselves to kill the other, but they also don’t want to get close enough to understand each other, because Yomo defines himself entirely by his loss, and the few small family members he has left and Uta defines himself entirely as a reprobate sitting on the outside of things. 

In order to actually get close the both of them would have to broaden their horizons, which both are too cowardly to do. 

Which is why Yomo really can’t win in this situation either. In a manga about understanding and empathy and unerstanding, you can’t defeat an enemy you don’t understand at all, and also have refused to even try to understand up until that point. 

#tg meta #donato porpora #meta #koutarou amon #amon koutarou #yomo renji #uta #tokyo ghoul meta #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul theory

[kyanitedragon]

Tokyo Ghoul:re Birth - Yomo & Uta - (10/22)

R - Anteiku’s Silent Manager

R - 4th Ward Mask Maker

SR - Skilled Martial Artist

SSR - Sudden Two-Hand Thrust

SR - A Hand Extended

SSR - Striking A Fatal Blow

SR- The Aloof Fighter

SSR - The Silent String-Puller

SSR - Naughty Mask Seller

Since the english app is shutting down, I’m posting my own screenshots of the characters I have access to. Feel free to save, edit, or repost to other sites

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul invoke #tokyo ghoul re birth #tg #utaren #uta #renji yomo

[tim-drabble-vault]

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Ikuma is very fond of Hide.

Probably one of the few people he considers dearest to him, even though they haven't seen each other in years. Hide just disappears without a word, without a trace. Probably because of Kaneki.

(It's always been because of Kaneki)

He's not envious of the one-eyed king. He's not. Really.

Ikuma only thinks that Hide deserves better. That's all.

Or maybe he's just really emotionally biased.

Ikuma likes Hide, likes his eyes, likes his taste in music and he's seen Hide cried in front of him once (of course it's only ever about Kaneki. Again). So that definitely makes them friends. Best friends?

And friends look after one another, right?

Sure.

But now.

Seeing them together (Kaneki and Hide), in the same room, surrounded by so many humans and ghouls; Ikuma’s not so sure what to do anymore.

They're too far away. The place is packed -  voices everywhere but Ikuma can easily catch a glimpse of them.

The blond is trying to put his heart in a decanter and bottle it in. Keep it away from Kaneki. And yet, his eyes are starting to redden and his cheeks are the same pallor as the white walls around them. Ikuma’s sure Hide’s not really fooling Kaneki.

The human’s fingers hover in the air, never touching Ikuma’s king; but they extend close enough for Hide to brush his nails against the white tresses.

Kaneki doesn't make a move to grab the blond's hand. The king leaves his friend waiting for the warm he probably has no intention to give.

Kaneki mouths something to the blond.

Whatever it is Kaneki’s telling him, it causes Hide to wear an odd look on his face. He blinks before he smiles and nods slowly. Hide puts his hands down. Kaneki smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. He looks concerned.

They look a little bit broken.

It's so out of place to see them like that because Ikuma knows his king would see the world crumble to umber dust if it's for Hide’s sake. To keep Hide’s safe.

Ikuma scratches the back of his neck. Well, he's about to do something foolish.

The ghoul moves towards the two, slithering between the sea of people and trying to keep his gaze on Hide.

Ikuma pushes away from Kaneki’s trusted circle. He sees Ayato throwing him a dubious look for accidentally elbowing him, and Ikuma returns the queen’s small smile that she's kindly offered to him.

(He wonders why she's not at her husband's side)

Ikuma’s close enough to hear them. Broken strings of words with voices molded in longing and tenderness. It's always been like that with those two.

“Kaneki, I'm not in any dange--”

“...I just need to--...washuu after you? Are you-- protect yo--”

“Hey,” Ikuma says. He dons an awkward, small smile to dispel the heaviness hanging in the air. What am I doing? He puts his hands in his pockets and spares his king a nod.

Should he bow? He's never bowed to Kaneki before. Doesn't think he's a worthy king, yet. It's just a nagging feeling in his guts.

“Urm, your...highness?”

“Just Kaneki, Momochi,” the king kindly supplies. Right. They're kinda friends, too. Were friends. Maybe. Once upon a time. Back at Anteiku.

“Ikuma?”

Ikuma blinks at the sudden surprise in Hide's voice. He looks at the human and the redness in his eyes. It’s more evident when Hide's just a few steps away from him.

There's a smile this time, too. Genuine, elated smile and Ikuma knows his old friend is so very close to jump and embrace him with a soft hug because that's just how Hide is.

And Hide does. He rushes and embraces him.

“Ikuma!”

Arms go around Ikuma’s neck and it's not like Hide's heavy but Ikuma still staggers backward when he's got an armful of Hide cackling in his arms. Happy. Glad.

Ikuma swallows. He quickly slides his arms around Hide and brings the human closer to him, taking the earthy scent as he tries not to let his heart disintegrate. His chest ripples at the familiar contact, at having Hide close to him again. How long has it been?

Ikuma presses his face in the back of Hide’s neck, mouth incoherent syllables against the cold skin and if he listens closely to himself; Ikuma can almost hear himself say ‘welcome back, buddy’’ and ‘you’ve changed so much’ and just a messy hiccup of ‘Hide, hey, Hide. Hide’. 

Ikuma thinks about golden and brown and old music but then he realizes he’s just been missing this human in his arms all along.

What does it say about him that after all these years, he's still in love with a man that's in love with someone else?

Hopeless, he's sure. Idiotic, maybe.

Hide backs away and the redness in his eyes has lessened. He wears a bandana around his lower face, covering something underneath (scars? Wounds?).

Hide cups Ikuma’s cheeks and looks at the ghoul as if he's found another missing piece from his past.

“How--? I mean, where have you been-- urgh! Of course, you're with Goat. Why did I even ask that? I'm just… it's really good to see you again,” Hide finally adds brightly. Ikuma still has his hands on Hide's hips. “I missed you, Ikuma.”

Same, Hide.

It's nice to see the blond smiling. Ikuma hasn't seen that contagious smile for years. Even when it's hidden under a dark fabric. And against his better judgment, Ikuma trails his thumb along Hide's covered cheek and he feels the human stilled at his touch.

Should he? Should he? Probably. So Ikuma resumes, his thumb trailing higher and higher until he tenderly skims his finger under Hide's left eye, feels the lashes against his thumb when Hide blinks.

“So, still into Backstreet Boys?” Ikuma questions.

Hide stares at him, overwhelmed, before a smile gradually stretches like an early morning sun. “Yeah. But I prefer your cover better. Where's your old guitar? Still playing?”

Ikuma grins. “Still do. Probably will never stop. Still up for that promised duet?”

“Hell yeah.”

Hide's smile grows and grows and-

Someone clears their throat.

Ikuma and Hide simultaneously follow the voice.

Kaneki’s looking at Hide, confused. Ikuma doesn't know what but there's definitely a shift there; at the way Kaneki's eyes roam far longer than necessary on Hide. On Hide's smile, because the blond doesn't look like he's going to stop smiling soon.

“You okay, Hide?”

Hide blinks. “Yeah, Kaneki. Why wouldn't I be?”

“Okay.” Kaneki beams. “That's good.” It's quite terrifying to Ikuma because his king is definitely pretending as if he doesn't exist at the moment.

“We can continue later?” Kaneki offers to his friend. “If you want.”

Hide nods, his lips quirk upward. Kaneki seems to take what he can get, what Hide's willing to give to him. Since when has Kaneki become the one chasing after Hide?

Hide attentively reaches for Ikuma’s fingers, pressing their hands close to one another until Hide finally holds Ikuma’s hand in his and Ikuma readily returns the grip. More than willing to take Hide far away from this place.

When Kaneki finally acknowledges Ikuma’s existence again, the king chances a glance at him. Calculative.

Ikuma requites his gaze. Perhaps his foolishness surprises Kaneki (really, challenging not only his king but also one of the most dangerous ghouls?) because the other merely blinks before he lets out a small chuckle.

“It's good to see you again, Momochi,” is all Kaneki says.

Kaneki steps forward to hug Hide, (at which Hide reciprocates fiercely) kisses the human's forehead and lets Hide go before Kaneki joins his wife and the rest of his trusted members.

“Coffee?” Hide asks him.

Ikuma hums. “You don't like coffee.”

Hide says nothing as he pulls Ikuma along with him towards the old coffeemaker at the corner of the room, mindful of people moving about and waving at those that give him a grateful look.

Ikuma quite loves that about Hide; like he's carrying the universe in his hands. Not the heaviness of the entire world on his shoulders.

(He wants Hide to strum strings of a guitar. He wants Hide to be cherished).

“I didn't like coffee before,” Hide says, almost too shyly. “But I kinda do now.”

And wow, okay. Oh, man.

Ikuma is definitely, irrevocably, and impossibly in love with Hide.

He wipes his hand over his face, grinning.

“What?” Hide gives him a look.

“What what?”

Hide huffs. Oops. But his smile returns just as quickly. So that's okay. “You're grinning. Any ulterior motives I should know about?”

“Nah, it's just,” Ikuma leans closer, “Kaneki can be such a hardass.”

Not what I wanted to say, but there's no way he can ever admit aloud that he wants to kiss Hide silly.

Hide bites his lower lip, trying to reel in his own grin from showing. “Oh, wait till you meet Marude.”

“Who's that? Your dad or something?”

Hide laughs, loud and genuine. Ikuma quickly steps next to Hide to watch the blond heave another stream of laughter. There's daylight in Hide's smile and incandescent body of stars in his eyes. It's a good sight to see.

Ikuma holds Hide’s hand a little bit tighter. 

(He feels as if the blond is going to leave again. Sooner than later)

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#hideyoshi nagachika #ikuma momochi #kaneki ken #ikuhide #tokyo ghoul #tim lazy writes

[kanekikenunot]

Why Touka vs. Juuzou is gonna hurt so much

There are two things in the last two pages of chapter 139 which hints to the exact reason this fight is gonna hurt.

The first one is the placement of Juuzou's knife on the last page

For Juuzou someone who can throw a knife with deadly accuracy it's weird that he would miss on an oblivious target as Touka wasn't paying attention until she got hit. It hits her shoulder as if it was a warning shot because let's face it as much as it sucks to get stabbed it's an easy heal for Ghouls.

Something that has become a very big part of Juuzou's character during :re is that he himself doesn't have any ill will towards ghouls. He only does it because he is good at it and because he wants to honor Shinohara and all he has done for him. Yet with that mindset I also started thinking about his conversation with Iwa when he was asked if he could kill Kaneki. Where he talked about how much he considered him a friend, and how he never gave him a yes or no answer. He implies that he would but he says heu would do it in Shinohara's steed.

Yet I wonder if he's really going by WWSD what would Shinohara do. I wonder if Juuzou is really against what's going on in the CCG because Shinohara wouldn't be. I mean Shinohara was all about not causing ghouls more pain then needed and isn't Furuta's reign. So I wonder if his mindset has changed a bit, and if that extends to people Kaneki cares about. I say this because he didn't try to kill Touka right away, and something that we know about Juuzou is that he has a really good memory especially of faces as shown as he was able to recognize Kaneki as Haise. Juuzou has met Touka in the past in Anteiku when she got interrogated about Kaneki by Shinohara and she lied to protect him and get the CCG of his back and Anteiku's. I wonder if he would recognize her as someone who was/is close to Kaneki and try not to harm her, just make it seem that he's fighting her so he can technically say he was doing his job. Yet, what makes me really worried is what Touka says before that

She doesn't want to die because she doesn't want to hurt Kaneki. Touka has noticed how much weight he has put into her life. Which she thinks her being alive is what is keeping him happy and alive.Which makes me wonder if Juuzou tries to spare her in a subtle way Touka won't take it because she is running on I have to survive that she will attack and Juuzou will have to defend himself by hurting her, which he didn't want to do. Which will probably result in him killing the baby. Which will probably kill Touka on the inside because we all know how much she wants it to live, risking her own health for it. Which would coincide with Juuzou's poem in which he does just that and realized it would have been better if Touka died, even though it was bound to happen anyway.

Which makes this the worst mashup because it's the man who really doesn't want to kill vs. a women who would do anything to live and it will hurt a lot.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul:re #tg #tgre #juuzou #touka #tg meta

[words-of-fate-official]

Caffeine | Nishiki Nishio x Reader

<a href="IMAGE/WEBSITE URL">NAME OF LINK</a>Anteiku was always the coffee shop to be at. It was small, quaint, and just so happened to be your favorite spot to be. It was hardly ever overly crowded so it was the perfect place for you to relax and write with a warm cup of coffee in your hands. It was peaceful. At least, it was whenever that snarky waiter wasn’t working.

It was a miracle that he even still had a job there. You’ve witnessed his temper several times throughout the countless months you’ve been visiting the coffee shop. Whether it be yelling at clumsy co-workers or arguing with rude customers, he always inputted his opinion even when it wasn’t needed nor wanted.

His arrogant attitude didn’t stop with them, though. He always seemed to have enough energy to make comments whenever he saw you. You jumped when a new cup of coffee was placed on your table, stealing your attention away from your writing.

“Isn’t this, like, your fifth cup of coffee today?” the hazelnut-haired man questioned with an annoyed sigh before taking a seat across from you. “Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?”

“At least it would spare me from you,” you quipped back, a smirk forming on your lips.

“Yet you’re always coming back for more, sweetheart,” Nishio replied cockily.

A faint blush spread across your face. You picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of it in an attempt to hide the bright red. He was right; there was no use in even trying to deny it. As much as you loved Anteiku, it would feel woefully incomplete without this asshole and his aggravating comments.

“What is it you’re always writing?” he asked curiously as he attempted to peer over at the screen of your laptop.

“Words.”

“Tch. Smartass.” With those final words, he stood up and headed towards the stairs that led to, what you assumed to be, living quarters for some of the employees. “I’m off. Try not to burn this place down while I’m gone.”

You felt almost disappointed that his shift was finally over. You knew it was probably about time for you to leave as well. After six hours and five cups of coffee, it probably would’ve been a good idea for you to leave before you hyped yourself up with any more caffeine.

Closing your laptop, you started gathering all your stuff together when you noticed that someone had sat down in the seat across from you. You looked up excitedly, expecting it to be Nishio again, but you were disappointed to see a strange man that you didn’t even know. You didn’t know why, but his presence made you uncomfortable.

“Hey, there,” he said with a charming smile, extending his arms across the small table.

“Oh, um, hello?” you replied, making it sound more like a question than a regular statement. He was probably mistaking you for someone else. Perhaps a blind date.

“You’re here often, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t until that statement that you finally realized it… This guy was flirting with you. Yes, he was fairly attractive, but he had to be at least five years older than you and obviously a player. You weren’t about to give someone like him the time of day.

“You’re observant, aren’t you?” you snapped back, breaking eye contact from him as you continued to pack up your belongings.

He chuckled slightly. “How ‘bout we have a cup of coffee together before you leave.”

“I’ve already had more than enough coffee.”

“Then we can go somewhere else to eat,” he insisted, gritting his teeth together as he spoke. It was obvious his patience was wearing thin, but so was yours and you were far more stubborn.

“I really have to go,” you quickly said as you stood up with your bag in your hand. You tried moving past him, but he blocked your way and tightly gripped your arm.

“C’mon,” he spoke gruffly, anger obvious in his voice. “What kind of bitch doesn’t even give a guy a chance.”

His anger was flaring dangerously high and grip he had on your arm only tightened more. He showed no signs of releasing you and you knew you didn’t stand a chance with him alone. Tugging your arm with all your might did nothing but hurt yourself even more.

“Just one date.”

“I said no.”

“Oh, c’mon-”

“I don’t know if you’re fucking deaf or something, but I could’ve sworn she said no,” a familiar voice said. Looking towards it, you saw Nishio standing at the bottom of the staircase with his coat draped over his arm. He looked absolutely furious. Out of all of the time you’ve spent here, you’ve never once seen him this pissed off before.

“Stay the hell out of it, man,” the guy said, turning his attention back to you. His free hand moved up to touch your face when you quickly slapped his hand away. His hand flew up again as if to slap you and you braced for impact, but it never came.

Within those brief seconds, Nishio somehow managed to fly across the room and punch the man square in the face before he could hit you. The force of the blow pushed him into the wall before he collapsed to the ground. Blood streaked down his face and his nose was obviously broken.

“Now get your ass out of here and stay the hell away from her,” Nishio roared as he picked up the trembling man by his shirt collar. “If I ever see your ugly mug anywhere near her again, I’ll break every fucking bone in your goddamn body.”

After being released by the bespeckled terror, the man quickly scrambled out of the usually peaceful coffee shop. Nishio turned to you, wiping the blood on his hand on a napkin he picked up. He cautiously took a step towards you as if worried you would flinch away, but you embraced this man who you usually found irritating into a hug.

“Thank you,” you whispered before pulling away.

Shock was written all over his features, but he quickly recovered. “Yeah, uh, it was nothing. I can’t have Anteiku’s usual customer getting hurt, now can I?”

You smiled, amused by his pathetic cover-up. “Of course not.”

“Just… Stay away from guys like him. Okay, (Y/N)?”

“I will,” you promised with a nod. “Don’t worry, guys like him aren’t really my type anyway.”

“Oh? Let me guess; you like quiet, loner guys like yourself who spend all their time buried in a book.”

“Nope,” you replied with a knowing smirk as you headed towards the door. Just before you walked out of the shop, you turned to face him one last time. “I like guys with glasses who act like an asshole, but are secretly a big sweetheart.”

You turned and walked out, leaving him completely and utterly speechless for once in his life. 

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#romance #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #fanfiction #anime #anime x reader #tokyo ghoul x reader #nishiki nishio #nishiki nishio x reader #fluff #cute #love #reader-insert #xreader #coffee shop

[tg-headcanons]

Hi hi hi!!!! Still doing headcanons? Any chance we could have a hidekane headcanon where they found themselves taking care of orphaned ghoul and human kids alike? Like they thought it’s just temporary but turned out they cared for these kids? Takes place after root a but everyone survived the anteiku raid please? I need them found family alive! And be the extended family of these kids.

Bonus if they call kaneki maman and hide papa or something.... thank you so much for indulging me!

C H I L D R E N! I’ll be putting this in The Ghouls Are Alright AU to better flesh out how I plan on eventually writing it

This all goes down when Hide and Kaneki are about 27, they’re more stable and ghouls are in the process of being decriminalized, but it’s still such a shaky peace and there are still ghoul and human groups fighting eachother. A vaccine that can alter ghoul diets to accommodate most human foods is out, but many ghouls stay away from it, fearing it being a trap

It’s actually Banjou who brought the kids to Anteiku. He shows up with two seven year olds and explains that one is the son of a member of what’s left of Aogiri that was killed and the other is the daughter of some humans that were eaten. He rightfully doesn’t trust the foster system with a ghoul kid or Aogiri with the human kid, but somehow the two bonded a bit at the Aogiri base and shouldn’t be separated. Yoshimura took them in and was supposed to be the one raising them

Hide, now a peace keeper and Kaneki, now a teacher, are still extremely close with the Anteiku ghouls and take some time off to help the kids get adjusted. The cafe has never had kids this young there before, much less a human one, and they want to make sure they’re alright.

The human girl and the ghoul boy are distrustful of the group. They hide out in their room and don’t really talk to the ghouls who ask them questions, so Hide tries. It takes about a week for them to open up, but they end up latching onto Hide first as Single Adult They Will Accept Food, Help, And Affection From. When Hide introduces Ken to them, they open up to him too since if he’s this guy’s husband he must be nice too

It starts out as babysitting. Hide and Kaneki keep the kids clean and entertained and get the ghoul boy to get his Lets Not Eat People vaccine. The two of them end up sleeping over at Anteiku most nights to comfort the kids if they have nightmares. After awhile of this, they realize that they’re practically already their parents and don’t want to imagine a future where they aren’t, so they ask the kids if they’d like to be adopted, to which they wholeheartedly agree

Hide’s dads help them with adjusting the kids to a new home since they had done the same for their son. Stuff like getting them a therapist and a plan for school that lets them call their dads when they need to. They also get help from other ghouls since neither of them know what raising a ghoul kid entails

They thought the ghoul would be difficult, but he’s actually pretty calm. Aside from eating raw beef, hanging from tree branches by his Bikaku, and climbing everything in sight, the boy isn’t much different from human kids. In fact he’s probably the easier kid since he can be calmed down with kagune cuddles and purrs from Kaneki

The girl is more chaotic. Her favorite thing to do seems to be chasing lizards and throwing rocks at cars. Many people mix up which kid is the ghoul and which is human because she bites people constantly

Aunts Touka and Yoriko will babysit from time to time. The kids are always dropped off with new clothes and a new toy since they have lots of money and no children of their own. The only downside is that Touka taught them all the curse words

Kaneki works at the school they go to, so he can keep an eye on them. He makes sure that their teachers do not allow the boy to be bullied for being a ghoul

When the family is out Ken will wrap kagune tendrils around the kid’s waists like built in child leashes to keep them from scaling buildings as they’ve shown several times, they can absolutely do

Since the boy is used to playing games with other ghoul children using kagune, they made the girl a sort of plastic shell she can clip onto her shoulder and manuever with handhold at the end. With the fake Koukakou she can play them with him

Hide already Wears terrible caps and Cargo shorts, he was born to be a dad. They call him papa and ABSOLUTELY call Kaneki mom, earning Ken the title “honorary milf” from his friends

They’re trying so hard to get the girl to stop eating grass. Nothing is working. Why is she doing that.

Hide keeps a little shrinky dink the kids made him in his pocket when he goes on dangerous jobs for good luck

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon #hidekane #hide’s dads #hideyoshi nagachika #ken kaneki

[mamasaiko]

Yomo's reaction to the wedding.

Yomo's reaction to Touka and Kaneki's wedding can be understood better if we pay attention to the emotional link that he shares with them.

When Yomo met Kaneki and began to know him better, he probably compared him with Arata, not only because of their physical characteristic but because the two of them shared similar personalities.

That's why when Kaneki got tortured by Jason and chose to abandon the Anteiku, he feared that he also shared the same fate as him, never coming back again.

And just as he feared, Kaneki due to different circumstances got lost in his return and presumably died.

That is what he believed at least, because years later Kaneki returns in form of Haise Sasaki, but without his memories.

Yomo that sees his sister in Touka's eyes, presence with impotence how his niece despite all the evidences keeps waiting for his return, hurting her own feelings in the process.

But when he was about to lost all hope, Kaneki returns and comes back to Anteiku, reciprocating Touka's feelings and marrying her.

As we know from ch 71, Yomo's greatest wish and hope is to see the sons of her sister grow up and form a family, seeing his family line extend in time.

That's why he is so happy for them, because he hasn't just seen the suffering of his niece to end but see her happy and with a family.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #yomo renji #touka kirishima #ken kaneki #touken #kanetou #just my thoughts