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daiyken · 2 months ago
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tg:re chapter 67
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usagisbeats · a month ago
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based on a textpost i saw from @thefandomsurfer
i think they’re funnie :] don’t tag as ship if rbing pls!!
on a side note i cannot draw amon. i’m gonna twinkify that man
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thatspookyagent · 2 months ago
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Random tg watcher: [implies that Haise is cishet]
My queer ass, everytime, without hesitation:
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What cishet do you know would wear striped pants constantly? Not only that but they always have wrinkles in them, therefore they are never straight. And that tucked in shirt? That's not professionalism, that's queerness! My boy Haise pulls up with the stripes to every scene without fail. He's constantly signaling to the other queers that he's in fact One of Them, to were he might as well be wearing pride flag themed pants. In this essay I will-
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getaroomyouheck · 2 months ago
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talking about tokyo ghoul:re again
i think one of my favorite moments in all of tokyo ghoul:re is when all of kaneki’s loved ones rest around him after he was freed from the dragon and were waiting for him to wake up. the sheer love everyone has for kaneki in this scene just genuinely makes my heart soar in happiness, especially with some of their reactions
my favorite one being saiko still calling him “maman” after everything that’s happened because she just loves him like a parent that much. it makes my heart warm
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and then when kaneki actually awakens, after going through the sea of sin and accepting his flaws and need to be wanted, alongside the fact that he’s taken so many lives in that endless flood alongside rize, there’s immediate serenity to him. there isn’t tiredness behind the eyes like one eyed king, there isn’t emptiness like black reaper, there isn’t fear hiding behind happiness like haise. there’s just calmness, he’s grown past and defeated himself, and what’s left is someone who has discovered innate peace
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what makes this so soft and genuinely beautiful is not just seeing the reactions of his friends and loved ones at kaneki somehow still being alive after everything that happened as dragon. it’s kaneki himself staring at this room full of those he loves more than life. touka of course because he was his primary thought for becoming dragon, but everyone. tsukiyama, nishio, hinami, akira, banjo, saiko, all these friends and family members he had grown to utterly cherish and adore, surround him and look at him with utter relief or emotional shock at how he’s somehow still here. and all kaneki can do is just look around in wonder, wonder at all those whose lives he’s made an irrevocable impact on
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whether it’s saiko bursting into tears and cuddling onto him like a daughter to her beloved parent
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nishio grabbing his face and chastising him while his eyes shine from tears of both anger and relief
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and touka just leaning her weight into him and just feeling his warmth and presence, knowing he’s alive and safe. that he’s still with her, even after everything that happened as dragon, after the fear and anguish she felt when she found his detached arm with her parents ring she gifted him
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it’s just such a beautiful moment of relief and reprieve, a final calm before the storm of the final battle against furuta and his forces. it’s one of my favorite moments in the story, and it’s one of the many reasons post-dragon kaneki is my favorite incarnation of him. more than his WHAB persona in OG, more than black reaper, more than the one eyed king
dragon kaneki is just a beautiful soul, and the incarnation of kaneki that is his most wizened and thoughtful. and i love how ishida portrays this
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mokakeeki · a month ago
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I watched the Remembering AMV and got all emotional again (what’s new) then suddenly have the urge to draw something TG
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bored-storyteller · 3 months ago
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This is not a request. I am in the period of my university exams and my writing time is short. Don't worry, as soon as I'm done there will be a few requests for Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact and Tokyo Ghoul (but this time Itori) on the way 🌸. This is just something written without obligation in my study breaks, to relax.
Thanks to precious @andiplz, however, that gave me some very stimulating ideas of inspiration! Hope that you can appreciate it! 💕
So here's some introspective soft angst/ comfort/fluff with Uta
71- Uta x human!Reader
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“Sorry”
His head spins a bit after the tentacles have retreated inside. It happens when he finds himself having to manifest his kakuja, his body is not so used to doing it, and sometimes switching quickly from one state to another stuns him.
It's not something that has ever scared Uta, he knows how to handle it perfectly.
With his eyes closed he recomposes himself, while his body returns to his usual appearance.
He calls your name, aware of your presence. There will be talk, he imagines. That's right, they say, even if he'd gladly skip that part, but he owes you.
He calls you again, reassuring, but you don't answer him.
You're there, he knows you're there, but when he opens his eyes he doesn't see you anywhere. He looks for you in that unreal darkness, forcing himself not to lose his calm.
You didn't run away, he knows you're there. He feels you. He feels your smell, he feels your taste.
The realization strikes him like a summer lightning.
Your taste is so present, so intense on his tongue.
But it can't be, right? He doesn't remember doing it, he doesn't remember losing control. When does he ever need to lose control?
He repeats your name, but this time his calm is cracked by anguish.
He is afraid of what he feels, of every perception he has, and he would like to go out of himself so as not to feel what is evident in him.
Did he really devour you? Without leaving even a trace of you?
"Where are you?" He asks you.
But before anyone can answer him his eyes open to the ceiling of the room.
Uta makes no noise other than a heavy sigh.
In his ears there is the silence of an empty room and the noises of the hectic Tokyo morning, just a little further away.
Sitting up on the bed he looks for you next to him, but you are not there. His fingers touch the empty spot on the mattress looking for you, as if you might be hiding somewhere in the folds of the sheets.
It is only when a rumble rises from the shop below and your voice swears, that the hand that unconsciously gripped the tank top on his chest relaxes.
With a sigh, Uta abandons himself again on the mattress, forcing his heart to calm down and resume its regular beating.
It was just a dream, he allows himself to admit.
Uta has never fought against his nature, nor has he ever questioned it. All that has always troubled him was the inability of the world to accept him, at least until he has met you.
When you saw him in kakuja form, he had thought that it was something normal and right, yet from that day on, thoughts unrelated to him crept disturbingly into his mind. Had he scared you too much? Had he hurt you? Were you afraid of him now? Did you always have that anguished air when he came up behind you without you noticing?
A second dragging noise finally makes him decide to get up. He doesn't bother to change his clothes, the shop isn't open at that time of the morning and then somehow his priority now is really finding out where you are - you're out there, aren't you? -
Going down the stairs he does not meet your figure, but your presence makes itself heard inside the supply cabinet.
On his work table, a cup of coffee is accompanied by a bowl of human eyes, for him.
Since you have been there he has begun to accept your human way of managing meals, it is your way of taking care of him. You have even come to handle human flesh to take care of him, you have come to bow your head before your state of being human for him.
A roll of fabric slips out of the wardrobe doors yielding to the floor with a light thud, followed by your annoyed snort.
Your head peeks out of the door as you bend down to pick up the object.
"Oh ..." you gasp barely at the sight of him "good morning!"
You smile at him, and he wonders how you keep your smile so intact. Is it a mask or a truth? He has always been good at reading you, but lately he has more and more doubts about it.
"Good morning" His voice is peaceful as his hands hide in the pockets of the baggy pants he wears "why are you up so early?"
Your concentration returns to the material of the wardrobe as you try to balance several rolls of various fabrics: "Last night you were up late checking supplies, I thought I'd finish the job for you ... the coffee is become cold, however, will I warm it up? "
You are always so loving with the monster.
"No, no need ... thank you."
You take so much care of him, but what does he give you in return but fear and death?
Between his fingers a green eye stares at it and judges it, and even after it has disappeared into his mouth, it is still judging it.
Uta watches you work, finishing arranging the last materials on the shelves. He always told himself that it was your duty to accept him, now that you were with him, and that there would never be problems if you saw that side of him too. But slowly, in those days he was coming to a different conclusion.
You didn't deserve to see that side of him. He should never have shown you, he should never have played with you.
Not after all it costs you.
"I would love to ... see you cook for me, or go out to eat every now and then."
Anyone would be surprised by those words of him, one would have to wonder if he is okay, if he has a fever, if something has happened to him, but you don't. You're not surprised, you don't look like it at all.
When you approach him, all you do is face him with a smile.
"Oh yes? But we don't need it. " Your voice is calm, it is not agitated or worried. What have you been trying to tell me for some time?"
The words he needs to say frighten him. They're scary, because he never thought about them before you did, he never really had any doubts.
But after you arrived, his world became yours too, and suddenly a sneaky underhanded hypothesis started to make its way, until it became an unconscious certainty.
Maybe, it wasn't the world that was wrong, but it was he who was wrong. Perhaps Uta has always been the discordant note of reality.
I'm sorry to be like that.
"You know ... just last night I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you." Your voice comes before him, sparing him "Some of my friends have doubts about their relationship, they are not sure they still want each other, they always have constant doubts about them, and they look elsewhere. I, on the other hand, with you, I never have doubts. Not even when we fight, even when things are not going well, I don't want anyone but you. "
Uta understands your point, he understands what you say to him, yet something is still not enough for him, because for once he feels himself a sinner.
"It's not the same as what you have to face."
When you look for his eyes you can't find them. The red irises are surrendered, lowered to the eyeballs next to you.
I'm sorry to be like that.
"You're wrong, it's the same thing." You whispers, following his gaze “These are compromises between the two of us. There are always trade-offs, there would be even if we were both human or both ghouls, they would just be different. These are the ones we have chosen, to be together, and I am happy to have chosen you. "
Finally your eyes meet again, and one tries to enter those of the other, to read his emotions and his thoughts.
For once - but perhaps not just one - Uta realizes that you have always read inside him from the beginning, more than he can do with you, as he was convinced.
"Do you think what I do is enough?" He asks you gently, with the same tranquility of a sea breeze, the awareness of an adult and the spontaneity of a child.
“Well, you're not eating me! It seems to me that you do more than enough! "
You finally made him laugh again, light and subtle as ever.
"But you are a strong temptation."
“Here, this is an excellent compromise. You don't eat me, and I'll rearrange your supplies in return. "
"I don't know, I'm not sure." He jokes.
You see him barely sigh as his hands reach out to take yours. It seems that he has lifted a weight while he brings your palms to rest at the height of his heart, holding them there, while his eyes close, finally trying to make peace with his dream.
You are safe, he keeps you safe, and you are aware of it.
"What are you doing Uta?"
He doesn't look at you, he stays still, but his hand tightens yours against him.
"Haven't I ever told you? Your hands on my chest reassure me. "
He hears you holding your breath, hears you giggle and hears you approach. He doesn't need to open his eyes again to bend down and allow you to brush the tip of his nose with yours, seeking his attention.
Your whisper is light, but it's enough for him, at least to chase away his nightmares: "Thank you for being like that."
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daiyken · 2 months ago
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tg:re chapter 75
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usagisbeats · 2 months ago
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drew myself a juuzou icon !! feel free to use too <3
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