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Can I get a sick day Clown scenario? I’m a bit under the weather. Thank you!

Awwww feel better soon. ❤ ❤ ❤

“I’m positively dying,” Itori complains, flopping onto her sofa.

“Itori, you have a cold,” Souta says, crossing his arms. “I don’t feel bad for you.”

“Uta, he’s being mean to me,” whines Itori.

“There, there, it’s okay.” Roma holds out a glass of water, and Nico begins to braid Itori’s hair.

“See, they’re nice, brat,” Itori mumbles to Souta. He merely laughs, until Uta glares at him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” He holds up his hands.

“Do you want me to administer last rites?” Donato asks dryly.

“There are two types of people,” Nico sings, pointing to Souta and Donato.

“See, the clowns can even make a cold fun.” Uta pats Itori’s shoulder.

“I hope Souta gets it next.”

“I’m sticking far across the room, dear.” Souta scoots into the corner. 

“Let’s watch a horror movie.” Roma grins as Itori perks up. 

They settle in, and Itori’s mind forgets she feels like death the entire time. 

“Good choice,” Nico tries to say, but her throat is scratchy. She frowns.

“And you thought I was being stupid!” Souta yells.

“I still do,” Nico whispers. Shit. She’s really sick, isn’t she. 

“Uta, I’m going to request you make us all plague masks,” Donato mutters.

The weird kinks vs vanilla ask got me curious. What’s their weird kinks like?

Furuta – Completely, totally dominating a feisty partner. 

Tsukiyama – Probably involves mutual feeding on each other. 

Mirumo – He’s game for literally anything. Hanging upside down like a bat is particularly fun.

Saiko – Will use her kagune to role play anime and manga characters. 

Hakatori – Make sex a battlefield. Blood included. 

Takizawa – The more chains, the better. 

Eto – Please allow her to use her kakuja on her partner. 

Nico – Likes it either very rough or to be worshiped. There is no in-between. 

Uta – Masks, tattoos, drawing on his partner, having his partner draw on him…

Roma – Role-play Kaneki for her.

Itori – Would like to be doused in blood wine and have her partner drink all of it off. 

Some TG Characters in a Yakuza AU headcanons?

Okay tbh I’m not super familiar with the Yakuza, so if anything is inaccurate or comes across superficial I apologize! 

– Furuta is still playing the Yakuza, just like he’s played everyone else.  

– Kaneki is an ex-member who starts his own yakuza-like organization to fight back against some of the more seedy undertones, like human trafficking (Rize, Arima, and many of the Garden kids probably fit into this category). 

– Gradually, Touka, a yakuza who is also member of the burakumin, convinces Kaneki he should also advocate against the discrimination groups like the burakumin receive. Kaneki’s goal becomes to reinvent the yakuza as the honorable and helpful organization he believes they can be. 

– Ayato definitely used to be in the most violent branch, led by Eto, but is now in Kaneki’s branch.

– Uta and the clowns kinda stick on the periphery of the criminal underworld. They’re not members of the Yakuza, but they usually interact with their members.

– During Furuta’s gang war against Kaneki’s branch, the Oggai are just neighborhood kids Furuta groomed. 😦 

– The Tsukiyama family definitely funds much of the Yakuza activities. However, Mirumo also made his fortune off these activities in the past. 

[your favorite ghoul character] finding telling a human they’re a ghoul and them not being 100% accepting. You always write humans who like ghouls plus I want to know your favorite character :3

Welllllllll I have five favorites! Since Suzuya Juuzou is a human, we’ll discount him, and also Mutsuki Tooru, since his status as a Quinx is widely known. That leaves…

1. Yomo Renji 

“I’m…a ghoul.”

You catch your breath. Of all the things for this beautiful strong man to tell you, for all your reassurances, for the night you just spent in his apartment, you feel betrayed.

“So…you eat people. People like me.” You try to remain calm.

“These days I eat suicide victims rather than kill.” He closes his eyes. “That wasn’t always the case.”

“And the families? Who will never find their loved one’s body?” You gulp. You love Renji, yes, but this is horrifying. 

“I can’t atone for that,” he says simply. 

“How can you accept this?” You hiss. “Find a better way. You’ve taken one step by not killing. Now take more. There are morgues and donors who would help.”

“And get CCG to kill me?” he challenges. His voice trembles with anger. Anger at himself, because he wouldn’t entirely be undeserving of arrest.

You dissolve into tears. “I’m sorry, Renji, it’s just so much to take in. I’m not breaking up – I just need to think about this some more.” You try to smile. “I don’t know what I want. I want to right the wrongs of the world, but I don’t know how to do that with or without you.” 

2. Karren Von Rosewald

“You participated in that auction? You harbored human traffickers? Ghouls who keep slaves?”  You glare at your girlfriend across the table on the Tsukiyama family porch. 

You turn your gaze to the roses she just gave you. “Karren. That breaks my heart.”

Karren frowns. “You’re not mad that I eat people?”

“You don’t have a choice about eating people, though I’m sure there’s better ways than murder. I can handle that. But this – the debauchery you’ve encouraged – this hurts, Karren.” You let out a sob. “This isn’t about ghouls versus humans; I dont’t care about that. I care how you choose to live as a ghoul, and – and you’re better than this.”

“I’m sorry, [Name].” She leans across the table to take your hand. Tears shine in her own eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know, but that only helps so much.” You wipe your eyes, and she hands you a handkerchief.

“I can let you think it over. If you don’t want to see me again…I understand.” Karren lowers her head.

“I don’t know. But I can say I’ll never turn you in,” you whisper.

And that’s the hope that Karren will cling do. Her eyes light up, and you feel your stomach stir with longing for this ghoul. 

3. Furuta Nimura 

“If this is a joke, this isn’t funny.” Your heart races, but no, his toothy kagune slides out from his back. 

“I was born like this. I just had surgery to make it official, right?” He smirks. Furuta’s trying to play calm in his office, but one wrong word could send a swarm of investigators over to disrupt his plan.

He could always kill you if you got in the way. But Furuta isn’t sure he can, and that frightens him. 

You stretch out a hand to touch his rinkaku. It is magnificent, you muse. 

“[Name]-chan.” He grabs your arm. His eyes are desperate, vulnerable in a way that Furuta would never appear to anyone except you.

“Did you ever want to eat me?” you ask dully.

“It’s why I got close to you,” he says. “You smell delicious. But I’m not dumb enough to eat another CG agent. And then…I couldn’t for other reasons.”

The words I love you hang in the air.

You’re reeling. You know Furuta does love you, in his Fruity way. He’d never expose his deepest secrets otherwise. And yet…and yet you’ve been raised your entire life to hate him.

“May I have time?” You ask. 

He nods. He hates feeling helpless. You could turn him in, and he won’t kill you. Fuck, Nico was right – he does have it bad. 

Furuta isn’t sure he can handle being rejected again. As soon as you leave his office, he presses his kagune against his mouth to suppress his screams. 

My heart! (Juzzou one). I need some Juzzou fluff to heal it ;~;

Awww sorry! 

Let’s talk about the time Juuzou and Haise had a dance-off. 

It started with Shirazu and Saiko, who roped Mizurou and Mikage in. Eventually Sasaki entered and decided to show them how to really dance.

His moves were legendary, until Juuzou caught wind of this competition. High off sugar from Sasaki’s pudding, he showed off moves that no one would believe were it not for Mutsuki and Hanbee’s cameras.

They then convinced their entire squads to dance against each other. Urie and Hanbee both barely moved, so their squads were even.

And then Furuta Nimura waltzed in and for once was not a troll (except for the fact that he too recorded it). He allowed Haise and Juuzou to used him as their partner/springboard for the various leaps and spins they wanted to achieve.

In the end, they dragged Akira in. She was appointed the head judge. 

She chose Furuta as the winner, because he wasn’t competing.

Which was, of course, exactly what Furuta had been counting on. -__-

But afterwards, Squads Suzuya and Quinx went out for ice cream and partied until the wee hours of the morning. Even Urie. 

Could you possibly do a continuation of your Nico and the adopted human child please. Thank and have a good holiday.

Happy Holidays to you, too! ❤

“Kid, how much sugar have you had?” Nico may not know what sugar tastes like, but she knows it makes kids hyper. And she’s never quite seen a child hyper like this one. 

“I ate all the cookies you bought me.” The girl, Reiko of no discernible surname, giggles. “They’re delicious.”

“Chocolate is still better than vanilla,” calls Souta. He remembers chocolate enough to be offended whenever anyone prefers vanilla. Which this brat does.

“It is not!” She stomps her foot.

“I’ll side with her,” says Itori, casually sipping her wine.

“You know,” Uta says slyly, “we could decorate his face green to make him look like the grinch.”

“Jesus Christ,” says Souta.

“Don’t swear in front of kids,” cries Nico.

“I’ve heard worse,” says Reiko.

“Still,” says Donato, holding up a cross towards a scandalized Souta.

“Are you all – you’re all seriously going to – wait -” Souta dives for the door, but Roma wrestles him back. “Uta, touch me and you will pay for this.”

“I’m not going to,” Uta replies, handing Reiko the face paint he gave her for Christmas this morning. She cackles with joy, and Nico gives Souta a stern glare.

Nimura Furuta hangs his head and lets Reiko smear green all over his beautiful skin. 

“The problem is your heart is three sizes too small,” sings Reiko.

All of us have that problem. Nico watches Reiko soberly. Maybe this kid is exactly what she and the rest of the clowns need. 

Furuta has a shy, overly kind and anxious best friend who he teases a lot but they still adore him. Give us a scenario with those two

“Souta, I really don’t like this plan,” protests his friend.

He glares at them, but not too fiercely. They’re the only one whom he lets call him by his real name. “Well, get over it, worrywart.”

“But you could die.”

“I’m gonna die young anyways.” Furuta leans back in his chair, sipping his blood wine casually. They always come over to his apartment, keeping him company when he doesn’t want to sleep. 

They reach out and yank the glass away from him.

“Hey!” Furuta gasps as a drop splashed on his immaculately pressed pants.

“Oh dear, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll pay to get them fixed,” they stammer.

“They’re black. It’ll barely show up.” Furuta rolls his eyes. “See, worrywart.”

“Well, I took your wine because you shouldn’t get the chance to escape your feelings while you’re alive,” they say.

“I’m not as kind as you, [Name]. I need to escape my feelings.” Furuta wiggles his eyebrows.

“But if you faced them, just once, you might be happier. And I want you happy. And alive for as long as possible.” They pout. 

Furuta ruffles their hair. “You’re the best thing in my life, you know that?”

Nico adopts a homeless human child and spends christmas with them 😏

“I like your makeup,” says a ratty-looking girl. 

Nico turns around. She could eat her, but, like, kids? Especially one this thin, who complimented her makeup? Nico thinks not.

“Thank you.”

The girl smiles, a bit shakily.  “Do you have money please? I’m hungry.”

“Do you have a family?” Nico asks carefully.

“Ghouls ate them.” The girl wraps her arms around herself to ward off the December chill. 

“Why didn’t you go to CCG, then?” Nico can’t believe she’s saying this. 

“Daddy liked ghouls. He didn’t believe in killing them.” The girl pouts. “But now I’m very cold. I think everyone thinks I’m dead anyways.”

“You can…come home with me for tonight, at least,” Nico suggests. Nico, why? “I can give you food and a warm place to sleep. Besides, it’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know.” The girl looks sad. “I miss my parents.”

“Then come with me so you don’t freeze.” Nico extend her hand, and the girl takes it. Her fingers are like icicles. 

Nico stops to buy cookies and milk for the girl and coffee for herself. 

The girl gasps as soon s they enter Nico’s apartment. An elaborate tree too big for the room, stuffed with gaudy decorations, stands there. “I love it!”

“I’ll use the couch. You can have my bed,” Nico tells her. “Besides, Santa won’t care if an adult sees him.”

“Santa doesn’t know where I am,” says the child, greedily snatching the cookies.

“He has his ways.” Nico helps feed the chid, and even gives her soap to bathe herself. As the kid showers, Nico sends frantic text message after text message to her fellow clowns. 

Adopted a human.

Get me presents.

Presents to give to her.

All of you.

You too, Donato. If you eat her, I’ll eat you. 

Do I have to? Souta replies.

You’re the Bureau Director. Of all of us, you’re the richest, Uta says. 

Get her fancy makeup. Nico sighs. Tomorrow will be a happy-ish day for this weird human if it’s the last thing she does.