Since we know the afterlife exists in tokyo ghoul, what about Kiyoko dying and then reuniting with Kasuka in the afterlife? And then Kiyoko finally telling Kasuka that she loves her? I love everything you write about them its so cute!

Aww thank you!

Kiyoko’s been waiting for this her entire life, and after.

The moment she steps into the soft world of heaven, or whatever it is, and sees Kasuka’s face.

“Hey.” She waves nervously.

Kasuka is waiting by the gate, in the exact same pose she used to adopt when she waited for Kiyoko outside her apartment, so that they could walk to CCG together. “Been a while.”

“It has.” Kiyoko sighs. “A lot changed.”

“I know.” Kasuka smiles at Kiyoko’s restored legs, because there are no missing limbs in heaven. “I’m proud of you.”

Kiyoko smiles. Tears sting her eyes. She heard once that there were no tears in heaven, but she’s glad to know that’s not the truth; there’s tears of happiness and overwhelming emotion and even guilt here, tears of catharsis, and it’s perfect.

“Don’t you have something to tell me?” Kasuka tilts her head. “Kureo knows, too. It’s okay, up here.”

Kiyoko’s mouth dries. “You – saw -”

“We know, Kiyoko. Here, nothing is perfected, but our understanding is.” Kasuka reaches out her hand.

“I loved you all my life.” Kiyoko’s eyes widen. “I still do.” 

Kasuka throws herself into her friend’s arms. “Kiyoko, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

They both cry, for what might have been on earth, for Kasuka’s early departure, for Kasuka, who doesn’t regret falling for Kureo at all, for Kiyoko, who lived alone for the rest of her life.

But it’s okay. It’s really okay. Because they have heaven now. 

Which ghoul is unexpectedly frickin terrified of mice?

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Ayato is frickin’ terrified. He may have woken Hinami up at 3 am screaming because he found a mouse skittering across his arm. He was too scared to even use his kagune.

Hina, naturally, found it cute and adopted it.

Ayato’s pulse was slowly returning to normal when Yomo, Touka, and Kaneki burst in, thinking he was being murdered.

Everyone then panicked because they were not expecting Hinami there. And Ayato’s pulse went straight back up. And he fainted the results are unknown. 

How do the canon/basically canon ships partners react to getting told by their significant other to kiss them? (add fururize in there too bc I’m still said over my fruit boy)

Touken – Touka melts inside and takes her time; Kaneki frantically acquiesces.  

Akiramon – Amon sweeps Akira in his arms and gives her a long, lingering kiss; Akira tackles him first. 

Ayahina – Ayato asks if she’s sure and blushes; Hinami gives Ayato the longest, sweetest look of his life before rewarding him.

Utaren – Uta gives Yomo a teasing peck; Yomo basically gives Uta full mouth-to-mouth. 

Mutsurie – Mutsuki is excited but nervous; Urie involuntarily shivers with amazement. 

Nakimiza – Naki adds lots of sound effects and laughter; Miza kisses him with full seduction-mode. 

Takeomi/Yoriko – Takeomi bows and states how honored he is; Yoriko still turns bright pink. 

Tsukikana – Tsukiyama pulls out the rose he’s been keeping in his pocket and says “but of course, ma chere!”; Karren leaps atop him. 

Uihai – Ui gasps and momentarily freezes; Hairu takes a bite of melon bun to tease him first. 

Fururize – Furuta squeals and dies of happiness; Rize bites his lips like they’re food. 

Takirona – Seidou catches his breath in wonder; Kurona responds with “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

(sorry I’m never giving up Mutsurie haha). 

Based on what you said, can you do something where Furuta makes out with a guy at a bar but then afterwards mentally punishes himself for it?

Content note:  homophobia.

What are you scared of?

Furuta grinds his teeth as he stumbles home, like he’s drunk, and he wishes he was but he isn’t. 

His earnest face, those overly large green eyes, and those pale pink lips, leaning oh-so-close to Furuta. Not a trace of makeup, and a collared shirt like he’d gone straight to the bar from work.

“Nothing,” Furuta told him, pretending to sip his beer. Really, he’s looking for a girl, any girl who reminds him of Rize, so he can fuck her and pretend she’s Rize.

Everyone here is scared of something. 

Furuta struggles with the lock to his apartment. As soon as he’s inside, he slams his fist into the wall.

“Then, idiots like you.”

Why? Aren’t you here to drown your sorrows in alcohol and women? The young man sipped his soda. You’re too young for that. 

Furuta snorts. He’s young, yes, but for his kind, he’s getting old. He’s plenty old enough for waste. “Why are you here?”

The young man shrugs. “Looking for love.”

Furuta forces himself to eat the rotten rice in his refrigerator, the rotten rice that would even make a human vomit. Just to get the taste of his lips off his tongue.

Furuta shoved him outside, into the alley, which was bathed in moonlight. He bit his lips, which tasted like salt and aftershave. 

The man’s arms frantically grab Furuta’s shoulders as he pushes his tongue into Furuta’s mouth, like he is eager to know him, like he is free.

And Furuta feels lost in possibilities, in a new idea, in the idea of spending his life with this gentle man. 

Furuta gags into his toilet bowl. 

“Wait!” cries the man at last, pushing Furuta back. “It’s wrong – I don’t even know your name!”

He looks beautiful, and hopeful, and yet – 

and yet –

Furuta’s name is his undoing.

“I have many.” Furuta steps back. If he does this, he’ll be a pariah like Matsuri.  He’s not like Matsuri, not at all.

If he does this, he’ll be stained forever, unable to live the normal life that’s impossible anyways.

 “I can’t do this.”

 “But -”

“I hate you!” Furuta sounds like a child as he spins around to flee home.

Furuta stares at his bloodshot eyes in his mirror as he cleans the vomit off his shirt.

What are you scared of?

Myself. 

Idk if you remember but one time you wrote something about how Irimi and Koma got married and had a baby daughter? What happened to her now that her parents are gone?

Wow, you’re just…cruel…aren’t you… *runs off sobbing*

jk i love you and this ask. ❤

– She’s being cared for by Yomo Renji, a close friend of her parents’. 

– He also ensured there was a proper burial for them. 

– She’s a good older cousin to Pleasure-chan and all of the Nakimiza brood.

– She once asked Yomo if they could adopt a doberman, and he may have cried.

– and then acquiesced. Uta had to move in to help care for the puppy, though.

– The irimikoma daughter is determined to one day be like Uncle Shuu and help work for the TSC. She’s gonna do her parents proud. 

I just thought of a funny utaren thing omg just okay so Uta and Yomo are tryna get all hot and steamy but the mood is ruined by Uta bursting out laughing bc of not being able to get Yomo’s coat off and then Yomo tries and Uta’s hair gets caught in it so I was wondering if you could translate this thought of mine to your lovely writing?

I like this idea.

“I need you,” Uta murmurs in that special voice of his, that special voice that allows only Uta to make such a corny line sound sensual. 

Yomo grunts his agreement as he hops onto a table in Uta’s apartment. He nuzzles Uta’s neck as the clown fumbles for his coat buttons.

It takes Yomo a while to realize Uta is still on the first button. “Um.”

Uta snickers. “I was wondering how long you were gonna be lost kissing me.”

“Do you need help?”

“I don’t know how you manage to wear this behemoth.” Uta can’t stop laughing. 

Yomo rolls his eyes and grabs the buttons. He jerks one off, but then Uta yelps.

“Uta?!” Yomo gasps. His lover’s hair is caught in his coat. “Shit!”

“I didn’t know you were into sadism,” Uta teases as Yomo tries to gently remove every hair. “Oh, just pull it out.”

“Then you’ll tease me about BDSM again.” Yomo’s face is red.

“I’m gonna no matter what. You should know that, Renji.”

Yomo sighs and tears out Uta’s hair. He stares forlornly at the black strands wrapped around the button. “Now what am I gonna do when Touka and Ayato see this?”

Uta snaps his fingers. “Simple. Tell them we’re married and have a kid on the way. Just like Touka and Ken.” 

Since we know Ayato handles romance like his dad, how about when he’s trying to properly ask out Hinami, he chickens out half way and asks her if she likes bread?

“Hey, Hinami…” Ayato clears his throat. He leans across the counter of :Re. 

“Hi, Ayato!” Hinami waves. “I was just telling Touka about my idea to open up a house for all the Dragon Orphans.”

“Uh – a house? like an orphanage?” Ayato blinks in surprise.

“Yeah. I mean, we all know what it’s like to be alone…so I want these kids to feel that as little as possible.” Hinami swings her legs back and forth. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he squeaks. Touka smirks at him from behind Hinami.

How dare you. He wants to strangle his pregnant sister. How dare she encourage him to ask Hinami out when she knew Hinami was gonna come in with the next Mother Teresa plan? Now he just feel dumb.

“Eh…Hinami.” He licks his lips.

“Yes?” Hinami straightens.

“Do you – do you -”

Touka makes a rolling gesture with her hands.

“Do you like bread?”

In the corner of the coffeeshop, Saiko the Quinx spits her coffee all over that prim investigator Ui.  

Approximately with how many people do you think Furuta has had sex with? And do you think it is possible that he is attracted to both females and males? As Souta he did say that good looking men are fine too after all,but he also called Matsuri homo.Also Furuta’s mannerisms and his body language is a bit queer like? You could say he is clownish or just childish instead but still…

😉

Hehe…

How many? I don’t know, but double-digits probably. I headcanon that he’s drowned his sorrows over Rize in cheap sex. Though, probably due to his mother’s situation, he has never paid for sex because he does want them to want him. 

I do think Furuta has, at the very least, flirted with men and finds them attractive. So I’d like to think he’s bisexual. As for ‘homo,’ I suspect he’s so caught in his toxic masculinity that he is either in complete denial, or more likely, hates himself after flirting or physical encounters.