Hey bæ, I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Yomo x wifeu/husbando parenting? Thx

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– Yomo was terrified the moment he held his child, but he also knew he would do anything for them.

– the wifeu/husbando occasionally suggests their kid get into mischief, which horrifies Yomo

– The day Yomo found out the kid had an ukaku like him, he cried. His partner took pictures.

– Watching his partner make their child laugh warms his heart. It also turns him on, because how freaking amazing is his partner, knowing just what to say to make their child laugh?

– He and his partner read to their child every night before bedtime

– Yomo starts teaching their child self-defense at an early age, and his partner teaches them art early, too. 

– He probably wanted a standard name for the child, but his partner probably advocated for something weird or unusual and eventually persuaded him. Now he’s super proud of it.

– Yomo would make sure their kid knows there’s nothing wrong with being a ghoul, and that he loves them unconditionally. This draws his partner even closer to him, because they love seeing him accept himself. 

A Son Gohan/Kaneki Ken scenario where Gohan teaches Ken that, no matter what, hope always exists and that it will always be there (“as surely as the sun will rise again”), just like he will be for him.

“So you’re essentially a half-breed, too.” Gohan smiles. 

“Y-yes.” Kaneki starts. “Is that a tail?!”

“It is!” Gohan grins and allows Kaneki to touch it. “I’m half Saiyan. I was expected to be a fighter like them, but I’m not so good at that. I’d rather study.”

“Me too.” Kaneki shakes his head. “I’m a terrible person.”

“Why? For being half-species? That’s part of who you are.” Gohan shrugs. “It’s fine. Don’t give up because you’re different, Kaneki.”

“But – how do I move on when one can understand me?” Kaneki asks.

“I can understand you. And Touka can understand your ghoul side. Hide can understand your human side. The Quinx can understand the ‘both worlds’ part. You’re not alone, despite how you feel.” Gohan smiles. “And, by the way, it’s okay to dislike fighting, so long as you don’t use that dislike in a cowardly fashion.”

Kaneki nods, still patting the tail. He likes the fur. Why couldn’t he have been turned half-Saiyan?

“As surely as the sun will rise again,” says Gohan, “know that hope – for anything – always exists and will always be there.” 

Kaneki isn’t sure he knows that, but maybe, if he can keep talking to this weird person with a tail, he will learn.

Masanori’s Christmas adventure!

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Masanori races into their room. “Santa came!”

“Oh, did he?” Hairu smiles sleepily. She checks her phone. It’s 5 am. Hell. 

“He did!” Masanori bounces up and down. “I was scared he wouldn’t like ghouls, but apparently he still thinks I’m nice.”

“I’d be more afraid of the naughty part than the ghoul part,” Ui teases, tickling his son.

Masanori shrieks. “Come help me open my presents!”

“Sure.” Hairu had planned to bake melon buns before the child awakened, but she clearly overestimated his excitement. She never got to celebrate Christmas in the Garden, though, so she’s secretly happy he woke up so early.

“Here you go.” Ui plops a Santa hat on Hairu’s head and a stocking on Masanori’s. 

“What about you?” Hairu shivers with glee.

Ui shoves a bright red nose on himself. “I’m Rudolph.”

Their family dances downstairs to the Christmas tree.

from @sweetgm2

Continuation of Takatsuki Sen’s Black Goats egg from your original answer to my request? I loved it so much!

Thank you ❤

“Look,” says his fiancee. Mitsu. Her name is Mitsu, because she’s his bright light. “I know you think you’re going to infect me and kill everyone.”

“Mother won’t let me go,” he mutters.

“But that man you just killed was trying to kill me,” says Mitsu. “There’s a difference between killing for pleasure, like your Mom, or killing to defend someone else.”

“It’s still killing,” he mutters. And the worst part is, he worries the man was right. The man who swung at Mitsu, saying he couldn’t let her forgive the family of the Black Goat, couldn’t let them move on like nothing had happened.

And now he’s just like Mother. A killer. 

“You’re overly worried about violence, and with good reason,” says Mitsu. “But you’re not violent unless you have to be. You are not your Mother.” 

Maybe she’s right. Maybe his perspective is distorted, because he sees everything as more violent than it is. He can’t even leash a dog without crying.

The police let him go. But he’s haunted by the violence.

“They say you picture blood on your hands when you kill someone. I never have,” he tells Mitsu. “I picture blood in my heart.”

If she’s disturbed, she doesn’t let on. She kisses him instead.

Escape her Room.

He takes Mitsu by her hands. Is she right? Is he so scared of becoming violent, his inaction results in violence? 

If he hadn’t killed, Mitsu would be dead. He loves Mitsu. He needs her alive. 

“I want to value all life,” he confesses. “But right then, I valued yours above his.”

“That’s not inherently wrong,” Mitsu suggests. 

Maybe. He’s not sure. 

But she makes him feel happy, and that’s a feeling he’s never known before, even if his happiness shouldn’t be more valuable than another’s. 

It’s that night that he decides to escape, to take Mitsu to a fancy hotel and consummate their relationship like she’s wanted for a long time.

As she kisses the sweating skin over his heart, her eyes sparkle. “I see nothing but normal blood here.” 

He dares to hope that is true.

Kaneki and Touka engage in a heartfelt conversation and Touka decides to give one of his incomprehensible books (a Takatsuki Sen book) a try despite her dislike of classic lit and Kaneki helps her with reading the parts she has trouble with

This is so freaking cute, I’m answering it way early. 

Touka gulps at the book in her hands. Monochrome of Rainbows.

She figures she could start with short stories and work her way up to Dear Kafka or The Black Goat’s Egg. 

But why go easy on herself? That’s not the way of Kirishima Touka. Or is her name Kaneki Touka now? 

Whatever. Last night Kaneki was blathering on about teaching their little sprout Takatsuki Sen’s stories, and she realized she might miss out if she doesn’t read it.

So here she is.

Touka grabs King Bileygr, the most recent novel. This one supposedly fictionalizes CCG’s history. Reading it is helpful to GOAT’s cause, right?

But after one chapter, her head is throbbing. What is the meaning of Takatsuki’s poetic language? There has to be some meaning. But she can’t get it. 

Why couldn’t Kaneki love biology or something?

“What are you doing?” Kaneki frowns as he re-enters their room. 

“Reading. What’s it look like?” she retorts.

“How do you like it?” he asks eagerly.

“Uh – why does she phrase her sentences like this?” Touka narrates an example. “It seems unnecessary.”

“Ah! I’m not entirely sure, but I think she puts the clauses where she does to create a sentence where there’s an inner part and an outer part, almost reflecting the prison she’s writing about on a sentence-level.” Kaneki hurries over. “What part are you at?”

“The second chapter,” Touka admits. 

“That’s actually a very important chapter. The little details come back to matter much more later. Want help with the words?” Kaneki hovers over her shoulder.

“Yes.” Touka smiles up at him. For a second, she feels like everything is normal, like they’re back in Anteiku.

He just better not name their kid Bileygr. 

Being best friends with Uta, Itori, and Yomo

– You would never be bored.

– Itori would probably love having gossip fests with you. She’d ply you with blood wine or wine, depending on your species. Uta would be there to egg you on, and Yomo there to walk you home.

– You once filmed Drunk Yomo and, at Itori’s suggestion, showed it around Anteiku. Koma and Irimi have not let him live that down. 

– Uta would constantly supply you with tattoo offers, and every year on your birthday, a new mask. Even if you were a human.

– You like Yomo because he’s the gentle sort you can discuss your deepest secrets with, and you know he won’t tell anyone.

– You and Yomo also, at times, discuss your concerns that the two clowns are into shadier aspects of the ghoul life. 

– You have called Uta on his internal loneliness more than once and begged him to let you, Itori, and Yomo in. 

– When Itori gets drunk, which is often, you love listening to the stories she has about ghoul history. 

What are some characters’ sleeping positions?

Let me know if you want any others! These were the first I thought of. 🙂 

Kaneki Ken – fetal position 

Kirishima Touka – knees bent

Fueguchi Hinami – cuddling her pillow

Kirishima Ayato – whatever looks the least comfortable so he can brag about it later. He’s tried standing more than once

Tsukiyama Shuu – arms spread out

Kanae Von Rosewald – falls asleep on her knees praying for Master Shuu

Yomo Renji – on his side

Uta – arms above his head

Amon Koutarou – on his back

Akira Mado – on her back, a pillow under her knees to support her muscles

Takizawa Seidou – fetal position 

Mutsuki Tooru – curled into a ball

Urie Kuki – stick-straight, on his back

Yonebayashi Saiko – on her stomach

Higemaru Touma – snow-angel pose

Aura Shinsanpei – crushed against the wall

Hsaio Ching-Li – she’s not fond of pillows

Shirazu Ginshi – on his back

Ui Koori – on his stomach

Hairu Ihei – drowning in a sea of pink pillows

Arima Kishou – knees bent

Yoshimura Eto – constantly tossing and turning, so really ALL THE POSITIONS

Suzuya Juuzou – fetal position 

Yay ask box is open again! Could you possibly do hsiao x saiko nsfw w some angst maybe? Thank yo uso much for all you do!

Always. Hsaio x Saiko needs more love. 

“Saiko,” Hsaio Ching-Li awakens in the middle of the night to see her friend sitting at the foot of her bed. 

Hsaio’s eyes still smart from crying. Tonight she confessed everything to Saiko, Urie, and Higa. They know she was part ghoul before she was a Quinx. They assured her love her, but she can’t quite believe it. 

“Hi.” Saiko straightens up. “I just thought you might not want to be alone.”

“Thank you.” Hsaio opens her arms, and Saiko hugs her. 

“You know, I really don’t care. You’re my friend.” Saiko hesitates, an uncharacteristic move for her.

“What?”

Saiko brushes her lips against Hsaio’s.

Hsaio gasps. “What?!”

“I told you, I love you, Hsaio.” Saiko smiles.

Hsaio shakes her head. “But – like that?”

“Does that scare you?”

“A little.” Hsaio tackles Saiko in a ferocious kiss.

“I’ll take it you agree.” Saiko giggles.

“Yes,” Hsaio breathes. She just – she hardly let herself dream – but when she did, it was of Saiko.

“Can I?” Saiko’s hands hover over Hsaio’s chest.

She nods and moves her own hands to Saiko’s breasts. “Damn, I’m jealous.”

“Pah, and I’m jealous of you, too, silly.” Saiko pulls Hsaio down onto the bed. They lie facing each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. 

Hsaio used to consider herself fortunate to have been born a failure, destined to die young. Because then she couldn’t be used to continue the family line by sleeping with men. 

But she never dreamed she would be this fortunate – to have Saiko’s hands inside her, to be inside Saiko. 

“I love you, Saiko,” she says.

“I know.” Saiko winks. 

From @sweetgm2

Mutsuki decides to share Kaneki with Touka and Tsukiyama, because he realized being violent and jealous won’t win him his sensei’s love

Hahahahahahahha, oh my.

“Sensei.” Mutsuki tugs on Kaneki’s arm. “Shuu and I have an idea.”

“It’s a great idea, if I do say so myself,” Tsukiyama adds.

Touka scowls. “Oh really?”

“We’ll share you,” Mutsuki says eagerly.

Kaneki drops his coffee. “Pardon?”

“I don’t think being jealous helps. Tsukiyama told me his story, too.” Mutsuki hesitates, still kinda hoping the fact that he didn’t want to devour Kaneki puts him slightly ahead of Tsukiyama.

“Does that mean you help us with child-raising?” Touka asks.

“Absolutely.” Tsukiyama nods.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Just please let us be part of your life,” Mutsuki says. 

Kaneki’s face melts. “Mutsuki, you’ll always be part of my life. You too, Tsukiyama.”

Tsukiyama exclaims in French and grabs Kaneki in an embrace. “We’ll be like our own little family!”