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Thinking about Maruchika. I'm not okay. Please let it be a normal murder like hello????? Fuck..
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finally some good fucking food
#chikamaru#maruchika#love live!#chika takami#hanamaru kunikida#lls#love live! sunshine#aqours#dengeki scan#dengeki scans
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«Пожарить моти - это самое настоящее состязание! Ведь надо успеть быстро их поймать, когда они разбухают и становятся выпуклыми!»
—Чика Таками
#love live school idol project#love live sunshine#love live school idol festival#lovelive#love live#clean#scans#chika takami#hanamaru kunikida#chikamaru#maruchika
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This is still one of my favourite things ever (’: Maruchika fam was the best fam and you can’t convince me otherwise.
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“When I grow up, I'm gonna marry Kaneki,” Hide says cheerily. The child tiptoes to get a clear view of Yoshitoki cutting the cream cakes the boy’s made with Maru a few days ago. Hide’s tiny fingers curl tightly against the corner of the table.
“Really?” Yoshitoki can't keep the sudden grin from his face. He shifts his gaze to look at his husband.
From the living room, Maru has momentarily abandoned the many dossiers he's been reading as he observes Hide's small back. His eyes narrow just the tiniest bit.
“Yep,” Hide chirps, looking up at Yoshitoki with a clear delight. “When we grow up, I'm gonna ask Kaneki to marry me--”
“No,” Maru sharply stops his son. He does not move from the couch and somehow their son takes it as his cue to go to his father.
Hide’s small feet creak against the wooden floor as he hastily reaches out to his father, gingerly climbing up onto Maru’s laps and giving the older man a curious gaze. It coalesces with a little tint of hurt.
Maru’s heart quivers at that, Yoshitoki can tell from where he's standing. Between the two of them, it's always been Marude who often succumbs first to Hide's needs.
“I can't marry Kaneki? Why?” the child asks softly.
“Well-” Maru clears his throat.
Yoshitoki decides to prolong his husband's misery. “Yeah, Maru?” he beams at the other. Mischief in his tone. “Why not?”
His husband ignores him but Yoshitoki doesn't miss the way Maru’s eyes twitch. Presumably in annoyance. His smile widens.
“You and papa got married. Matsu got married too.” Hide points to a crayon drawing of Matsuri that he’s glued to the fridge.
Maru sighs. “Listen, Hide. Of course, you can, you know, get married. One day. After I die or maybe when the sea dries up-”
“Maru,” Yoshitoki stops him.
His husband resumes, “The point is, I'm your father and I don’t think anyone else in this world is ever going to be good enough for you. It’s just how it is.”
Hide tilts his head, eyes downcast. Yoshitoki has an inkling that his child understands what his father’s trying to deliver. Hideyoshi has Maru’s smarts even though he has none of his father’s grumpiness.
“But-” Yoshitoki quickly interjects, setting the knife aside and carefully arranging the cakes on the silver platter. He walks towards his son, kneels on the floor, and hands the plate to the small boy.
Hide takes it graciously. Though he hasn't moved from Maru’s protective hold yet. “-you're still too young to talk about marriage. For now, enjoy your youth, okay?” Yoshitoki offers tenderly, brushing the boy’s hair.
“Enjoy it with Kaneki,” Hide adds, bright as a morning sun.
Maru sighs. Their son is completely awestruck.
“If you want to, then yes.” Yoshitoki takes his son from his husband and kisses the boy’s forehead as he gently ushers Hide towards his room. “Now eat those cakes with Kaneki. Don't leave your guest waiting.”
Hide skips away without saying a word. His footsteps are light and quick.
Yoshitoki stands, throwing a glance at his husband. The smirk is just there, at the tip of his lips but perhaps he should be kinder to Maru a little bit.
“You're spoiling him way too much, Chika.”
“Me?” Yoshitoki blinks. “I'm not the one who refurbished our son’s entire room just because Hide said he prefers yellow than blue. Really, Maru?”
His husband coughs once into his fist before he resumes his work.
They stop whatever they're about to do, though, when they hear a pair of footsteps coming from the hallway. Seconds later, Hide emerges from the corner with Kaneki at his side.
Both of the children are holding hands. Kaneki's face is red; bliss is prominent in the twinkle of his eyes and the way the child carries his person is also tender and resolute.
Yoshitoki knows that at the very moment, whatever Kaneki is about to say, he's going to hold on to it for the rest of his life.
“Is it true? Can I really marry Hide? Hide said I can.” Kaneki tightens his grip on Hide's hand. “I promise I'll make Hide happy!”
“Wha-” Maru stutters.
Yoshitoki laughs.
Hide looks like he's got stars in his chest.
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#hidekane#kanehide#maruchika#hideyoshi nagachika#marude itsuki#yoshitoki washuu#kaneki ken#tokyo ghoul#tim lazy writes
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Merry Christmas and happy New Years @katsuki-army !! I’m so honored I got to be your secret Santa this year Mari c: I hope you like it 💝
#tgsecretsanta2017#click for better quality#I obv rushed at the end r ip#there was supposed to be context but I didn’t have time to finish the fic#oops#tg#hidekane#Tokyo ghoul#hideyoshi nagachika#Kaneki ken#marude itsuki#yoshitoki washuu#maruchika#lowkey#Tokyo ghoul re#tgre#comic#art#fan art#aya draws#katsuki-army
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If Marude had to watch Yoshitoki be killed by V then please bury me immediately
#i cant handle this no please the poor thing went through hell#washuu yoshitoki#marude itsuki#maruchika#tgre 151
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Because @silverbulletsama seemed to have a bad day earlier today?
It’s just a sketch, but I hope it makes you feel better! <3
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Is it just me or in those panels where they talk about the ring, Marude looks shook
He’s thinking about Yoshitoki and how he wished he had given Yoshitoki a ring.
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Maruchika doodle from earlier 💙
#we'll ignore how i parted yoshitoki's hair on the wrong side#and also how i didn't have references regarding the heights so idk if they're correct somehow#who cares#tokyo ghoul#maruchika#washuu yoshitoki#marude itsuki#my art#fanart
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#3
Rating: Mature
Character: Marude Itsuki, Washuu Yoshitoki, V
Relationship: Marude Itsuki/Washuu Yoshitoki
Word count: 1216
Additional information: Manga Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death
It dashed towards him and he rose his gun, aiming straight for the head. At the start he had 10 bullets. One had stuck in Chika’s head. The second in his heart so they’d feel the same pain. The third hit the stranger right between the eyes but it didn’t stop him. So Itsuki backed away in a corner and made peace with his fate.
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Itsuki felt his hands tremble, he was scared, he panicked. Whatever happened right now wasn’t right, there was no way he could make it out of here alive. The words were still ringing in his ears, he was disappointed in him, huh? Wasn’t he the one that encouraged him to go a little further, to dig a little deeper?
But if it was all a lie then he’d might as well die here and take the only truth to the grave, he shut his eyes and felt his gun press against Yoshitoki’s chest. Maybe it couldn’t kill or hurt him, but if he thought that Itsuki found pleasure in any of this, he wanted him to feel the same pain in the same spot he felt right now.
“Trigger happy, aren’t we?”
Itsuki opened his eyes in shock as he heard gunshots and screams behind him, before he could turn around Yoshitoki had grabbed him and launched him half across the room. His body crashed into the wall, he felt the impact in his bones and he nearly threw up because to the stinging pain, what in the world was even going on?
Noises bled into each other as everything happened too fast for his mind to process.
“Maru…”, he slowly brushed his hair out if his face and looked into his eyes, “You know this job comes with a certain risk right? You’re putting your life on the line.”
“Of course I know that,” why did he always talk to him like a child? “But I want to do what’s right, I want to protect everyone who can’t do it themselves.”
Who were this men in the long black coats…? Judging by their movements they were well trained, Yoshitoki seemed to know them, as he was spitting insults and curses in their general direction.
A stinging pain in his side made it hard to think, but he had to relocate his men in this mess and -
“That’s nobel. But what about yourself? Would you run away and leave everything behind when you’re in danger?”
Itsuki couldn’t even make a sound, all he could do was to stare at their disembodied heads and lifeless corpses that there scattered around the room like trash. It was a cold feeling. It wasn’t a real emotion. It was hollow and numb.
“I can’t leave anyone who put their trust in me behind,” he blushed saying it, “I don’t want to play hero but it’s such a reassuring feeling to know that people trust me…”
Once he could look at anything but his fallen subordinates again, his eyes met with those of one of the men in the black coats. His eyes were those of a dead man, his smile sent Itsuki in an even worse state of panic. While he doubted Yoshitoki’s intention to kill him, the primal instinct that danced and flickered in the stranger's eyes undeniably only held one meaning.
I will kill you.
Should he fight back? He wasn’t the one to give up like that but he also wasn’t so stupid to think he would stand any chance against this thing, he wouldn’t even dare to call it human or person even…
It dashed towards him and he rose his gun, aiming straight for the head. At the start he had 10 bullets. One had stuck in Chika’s head. The second in his heart so they’d feel the same pain. The third hit the stranger right between the eyes but it didn’t stop him. So Itsuki backed away in a corner and made peace with his fate.
“Wouldn’t you leave me behind?”, Chika smiled brightly at him, “I put all of my trust into you, after all.”
Despite all the times he watched a ghoul kill someone right in front of him, he could never get used to the chills and horror it send through his mind to watch them rip their victims apart. This time it came to his aid. Itsuki felt blood spill on his clothes and the floor right in front of him, the eyes that were fixed on him before now truly belonged to a dead man. Almost desperate he tried to focus on whereever that saving attack came from.
“Why would I leave you behind -”, it almost felt like an insult, “... you’re the last person I’d ever leave…”
It was chilling, it felt unreal. The eyes he once used to look into with so much trust and affection, were now staring at him with such a blank expressionless glare, red on black, those weren’t Yoshitoki’s eyes but at the same time they undoubtedly were the closest thing to what he would call Yoshitoki.
“Don’t be like that,” this time he got flustered and not the other way around, “Do you really think I could bare the thought that it’s my fault that you’re dead? I wouldn’t want to live on knowing you died for my sake.”
There was no time for big words, no time for softness or warmth. A numbing explosion shortly distracted everyone in the room who were still capable of showing any reaction to what was going on around them. Then their eyes met again and Itsuki felt words forming in his throat but he couldn’t make a sound.
“Hell, what do you think how I would feel, knowing I survied because I left you behind?”, now he got angry, tears started flooding his eyes, he didn’t want to be like that but this wasn’t something he could take lightly.
If all words failed then actions had to speak for themself.
“Itsuki… please, promise me something,” their fingers intertwined and their heartbeats mixed up into a single mass of irregular beats, “If we’ll ever find ourselves in a situation like that you have to run. Please leave me behind… I know it’s selfish but -”
He felt how Chika’s kagune hit him with full force, but not to hurt him. Cold air blew through his hair as he was pushed through the hole the explosion had left. The last thing he saw was how one of the men in the black coats watched him fall only to focus on Yoshitoki again, his body hit the water and he closed his eyes.
“But what? This is the most selfish thing you could ever ask me for -”
Cold water soaked through his clothes, he felt his body slowly sink deeper while he cried, screamed, watching air bubbles escape his lungs.
“I know, I know,” he laughed before lowering his head as if he was trying to hide something from Itsuki, “It’s selfish but I don’t want to lose you.”
There was no reason to swim up to the surface but he still did, he gasped for air and screamed his name, but he knew that he wouldn’t reply. His limbs started hurting, the icy water burned his skin and his body slowly grew numb.
“... okay… let’s just hope a moment like that will never come, because I don’t know what I would do without your lead.”
Nothing mattered right now, not the lies, not the games he played. Nothing.
“You’ll do great, I know that. You always get back on your feet, so when the time comes that we’ll depart, do me a favour and live.”
No goodbyes. No nothing.
#maruchika#marude itsuki#washuu yoshitoki#washuu chika#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul :re#tg :re#tg fanfiction#fanfiction#angst#canon divergence#my writing
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Yes I do, I believe
That one day I will be, where I was
Right there, right next to you
#my art#maruchika#marude itsuki#yoshitoki washuu#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul :re#so many people asked what happened to my maruchika muse#kaldsjfalsjdf she's still here!!#still here#nudity#y'all need some yoshitiddy tho
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the ship is still sailing, boys (literally)
#this is my only contribution to today's chapter i am so sorry#i love this panel though#big fan of batman yoshitoki#itsuki marude#yoshitoki washuu#tokyo ghoul#tgre spoilers#op#maruchika
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If Chika and Souta can meet the right rhythm, Maru wouldn't have to move his hips at all.
No ask has ever before made me this weak - but this ask is the reason for my untimely death
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