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hinakina · 10 months
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Tokyo Ghoul TikToks
Okay but Tokyo Ghoul characters with TikToks.
Hide would have a shitpost account. There's just a lot of memes on there. Maybe even some conspiracy theories. I don't know why but I just think that he would be into that kind of stuff.
Kaneki would be on BookTok. One day he just disappears but he comes back after a long time. He never mentions why he left and just goes back to book reviews and recommendations. There will be Colleen Hoover slander.
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jrrwindsaor · 8 months
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cannibalism.
Insta: @windsaor
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as-lost-as-you · 1 year
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qiornono · 11 months
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Lo, The Great Beast is Slain
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senjo · 4 months
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talesoffate · 7 months
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Best written main character in anime/manga
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hakucho-art · 29 days
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I wanted a fluffy Touken The Kiss version so I made one <3
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eloaholiveira · 3 months
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Ok but
What if I oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo your Sonic
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pfpanimes · 4 months
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⌕ tokyo ghoul - kaneki ken.
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fairy-writes · 11 months
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Here is my second request!!
Could I please get a kaneki ken with the action prompt 7? Fluff please!
STITCHES AND KISSES
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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul
Pairing(s): Kaneki Ken x Gender Neutral!Human!Investigator!Reader
Prompt: Bandaging/washing their lover’s wounds after a fight (Action Prompt #7)
Notes: This is like… post-Jason Kaneki
This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!
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By definition, your relationship with Kaneki Ken was forbidden. 
The infamous half-ghoul and the prodigy of Arima Kishou? That was almost as good as being a Montague and a Capulet. 
You got lost in thought as your lover hunted through your apartment for your first aid kit.
Would the CCG be the Capulets if this were indeed a Romeo and Juliet story? They were the ones who had more power, after all. They were able to walk around freely during the day, freely hunting down their prey while ghouls hid in fear for their lives.
A gentle caress on the back of your head made you jump and look up from your spot on the side of the bathtub.
Kaneki Ken stands illuminated by the bathroom light, but you swear you’ve never seen anything more handsome. The harsh luminescence makes his white hair almost transparent, and his dark gray eyes are overshadowed as he bends his head and sits beside you. 
“You found it?” You ask, and he nods, keeping quiet, and you don’t miss how he doesn’t say a word. 
He’s angry. That much is obvious. 
You don’t want to argue, don’t want to fight. So you wordlessly unbutton your white work shirt that’s coated in your own blood and shed it, tossing it in the bathroom sink. Then, you turn around so he can see how bad the damage is. While he doesn’t say a word, you hear the almost inaudible gasp that escapes him. 
And you know how bad it is.
The kagune of the Aogiri Tree ghoul had cut deeply into your shoulder blades and spine. It wasn’t lethal. You could still walk and everything. It had been a tough fight, with you getting the injuries protecting a small child that had almost been a midnight snack for the ghoul. He—or she, you couldn’t tell with the mask—had been an Ukaku type, with wings of reds and purples that you, frankly, found beautiful. 
It almost hurt you to kill them. 
But you had to remind yourself that all ghouls weren’t like Kaneki. They weren’t all like Anteiku. Some of them are simply man-eating monsters, people or not; that wasn’t something you could forgive that easily. 
The sting of antiseptic has you jolting from your memories, and you hiss in pain against your attempts to keep quiet. Ken murmurs a soft “sorry” but doesn’t stop cleaning the gunk and grime out of the gash. 
“You’ll need stitches.” He says in that quiet voice of his. You hum,
“I trust you.” You whisper, and he doesn’t respond. 
He’s been so silent after everything with Jason. But you still hear soft cries when he thinks you’re asleep. You still see the almost invisible shaking of his hands when there’s a loud, unexpected noise. 
You still see how broken he is because of it. 
But you also see how strong it made him. He loves fiercer, holds you just a few seconds longer every time he hugs you, every time he kisses you. 
The pain of the needle dipping in and out of your skin and muscles has you biting your knuckle to keep quiet. While your neighbors knew what you did for a living, that didn’t mean they had to know you were in agony. 
Ken, luckily, makes it quick. He ties off the thread and cuts it before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the wound. His lips are soft, and when he leans his forehead between your shoulder blades, you can feel how worried he is. 
Because he almost lost you tonight. 
If your partner had been a few seconds slower or hadn’t gotten you away from the ghoul in time, you would have died. Would have left him alone.
“You don’t have to be so gentle.” You say and feel him shift, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you tenderly into his chest. 
“Yes, I do.” He says, and you hear his voice crack, “Someone has to be.”
And that breaks your heart. 
Because you know it’s true. 
Your hands are perpetually coated in red and covered in harsh calluses and blisters from handling your quinque. Your body is hard with muscle from endless fights. 
You aren’t gentle with yourself. You know it. Ken knows it. 
Abruptly, you realize he’s talking. 
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” He whispers, and you smile. Weren’t you just thinking about Romeo and Juliet? You lean your head back and turn it so you can kiss his hair.
“Is that a roundabout way of saying you love me?” You ask and feel him chuckle, feel the vibrations against your back.
“I suppose so.” Is all he says. But he doesn’t need to say more. 
Because you can tell he loves you.
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as-lost-as-you · 10 months
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qiornono · 8 months
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tokyo ghoulies
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toukawings · 7 months
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the . f slurs.
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canadianlucifer · 29 days
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i wanna be bioluminescent
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