Write about a female ghoul known as “Gator Gal” to the CCG

Real name: Suzuki Misaki

Gator Gal is, hmm, not your average ghoul. She’s 22 years old, 183 cm, and broad of shoulder. And she can totally kick your ass, but she won’t kill you. S rate.

Despite the height and strength, you’d be confused if you saw her without her classic gator mask. Her hair is long and black, and usually worn in childlike pigtails. Her skin is surprisingly ashen, her cheeks gaunt. She looks ill overall, so most people wouldn’t suspect her of being a ghoul.

This is actually a tactic of Misaki’s. She grew up in an abusive environment, and learned quickly that being weak earned her more kindness than being strong. So even though she is now physically strong, she pretends to be weak.

She likes poetry, the sound of running water, kindness. She will offer strangers change and pay them unsolicited compliments.

She once encountered Amon Kotarou as a normal citizen. He was polite to her, and thus she tries to avoid killing CCG officers in case they too are nice people like Amon.

She probably befriended Rize because no one else would.

Now with this Yomo angst I’m sad. How about a scenario where his wifeu gives birth to a healthy bby girl?

Yomo’s face is twisted with agony. He barely breathes. His knuckles are white, clutching his wife’s hands.

She grinds her teeth to keep from screaming. “Rrrrrrrrren.”

“I’m here.” He thinks that’s what he should say. He’s not really sure. Has he ever been sure?

The only words he’s ever been sure of were “I do,” when he married this woman.

She tries to smile at him. “Ha…we had no idea what we were getting into, did we?”

“No,” he admits, tightening his grip as another contraction seizes her small frame.

Yoshimura checks between her legs. He’s only done this once before, with Ukina, but one experience is better than nothing. “I think you are ready to push.”

“Oh thank god,” she breathes, trying to keep her humor, trying to calm Renji down.

“AH!” Another contraction seizes her, one she was not prepared for. “Shit!”

“Push,” Yoshimura commands.

She growls in response. Her face turns purple with effort.

“Push again.”

“Again.”

Finally, with a flash of pain that nearly kills her vision, she feels something slip from her body. She collapses back onto the bed, drenched in sweat.

A whimper catches Yomo’s attention.

“You have a girl.” Yoshimura chuckles and handles Renji a sterilized pair of scissors to cut the cord.

Yomo’s eyes fill with tears. He fights them back to cut his baby free.

And then his wife groans again.

“That should be the placenta.” Yoshimura hands the baby to a trembling Yomo and looks again.

He gulps. “Uh. Yomo?”

“Hmm?” Yomo kneels besides his wife so she can see the baby, covered in blood and mucus, perfect and whole and cackling with new life.

“I see another baby.”

“You’re got to be kidding,” gasps Yomo’s wife.

Yomo’s world spins. Two? Two babies?

The second baby comes easier than the first, and then Yomo finally lets out his breath. She is healthy. His twins – a boy and a girl – seem healthy.

The girl cries much louder, in “true Yomo family fashion,” as his wife reminds him.

He smiles and finally lets himself weep as he and Yoshimura change the bloodstained bedsheets.

Finally they’re done. She holds the boy and he cradles the girl, Kame and Toshi, sitting besides her. Every time he looks at his children or his wife, awe lights up his face.

“I can’t believe we have two.”

“Adventure never ends,” his wife says wearily. But there’s a smile on her tired face.

“Sleep,” he tells her. “I’ll hold them both.”

“You’re gonna be a good father,” she murmurs, handing him Toshi. He plants a kiss on her forehead and watches as this marvelous woman drifts to sleep.

MoRe BaBy HiKaRi! How bout’ this. Years later, Hikari is a teenager and come to Anteiku to find and meet Yomo because she’s curious about her mother. (Bonus: She meets Itori and Uta)

“Hi there,” says a girl about Hinami’s age. She has peach hair cut in a bob and a winsome smile that almost obscures how nervous she is. “Is there a Yomo Renji here?”

Touka pauses her sweeping. “Um, hold on a sec.”

The manager eyes her with a a small smile as they wait for Yomo to show up. He offers her a free cup of coffee, which she gladly accepts.

“Ooooh, this is so good!” The girl kicks her legs back and forth.

Yomo is taller than she expected, and probably kinda intimidating if Hikari were the type of person to be intimidated. He slips into the seat across from her. “You were asking for me?”

“Are you my father?”

Yomo drops his mug. He feels like everyone in Anteiku is watching him now.

“I’m Hikari. Morita Hikari. You gave me to my parents when I was a baby.” The girl watches him carefully.

Yomo curses himself. He should have guessed. With that hair and attitude, of course this is Itori’s daughter.

“No, I’m not,” he says carefully. Her face falls. “But I know your mother quite well.”

“He can call her,” hollers another cafe employee with a bulbous nose.

“Can you?” Hikari grabs his hands. “Please.”

Yomo nods reluctantly.

As they wait for Itori and Uta – who were not told the circumstances yet – Yomo wonders what to say. Fortunately, Hikari is quite a chatterbox.

“Why did Mom give me up? Did she hate me? Who was my dad?”

“She was too young. No. I don’t know. You’ll have to ask her.”

“You’re not very fun.” Hikari pouts.

Yomo can’t resist a smile. “You’re Itori’s daughter, all right.”

She flushes as the door to Anteiku swings open.

“Well, well, well, who is this?” Uta takes off his sunglasses to inspect the girl.

“I love your tattoos.” Hikari looks excited.

“You’re Hikari,” Itori says softly.

Hikari’s eyes grow rounder. “Are you Itori?”

Itori holds out her peach hair.

Hikari’s lips tremble. “Do you like me?”

Itori nods, wordless for once in her existence.

Hikari glances at Uta.

“I’m not your dad,” he says quickly. “Itori and I are just friends.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” Itori says, a catch in her voice. “Hikari.”

Hikari throws herself at Itori, who hugs her so tight she can’t breathe, and she loves it. Both women are crying, and Yomo can spy tears running down behind Uta’s sunglasses.

“Let’s get more coffee.” Itori slides into a seat next to Hikari. “I think we’ll have a long night, if your parents allow it.”

“I snuck out. They think I’m asleep, but they’ll call if they notice.”

“I’m so proud of you,” says Itori, and Hikari beams back.

Continuation of Roma/Kaneki where they have coffee privatelyand Roma confesses she’s a old SSS rate ghoul and Clown and says she thinks Kaneki is beautiful especially when he’s in the midst of despair and determined not to lose despite that. Kaneki is weirded out but also strangely intrigued

This is oddly sweet, kinda like what Roma would probably enjoy.

“Guess how old I am, Kaneki my boy,” says Roma, sipping her coffee. Brown flecks splash onto her shirts, and she pouts. “Darn.”

“Uh…” Kaneki has never been good with ages. “Twenty?”

Roma bursts out laughing. “Kaneki, you’re such a darling!”

She leans forward, playing a conspirator. “What if I told you I’ve been alive half a century?”

Kaneki hesitates. “I don’t think I’d believe that.”

“It’s true.” Roma leans back. “Eating high concentrations of Rc cells can revitalize you. Also! Fun fact about me.” She giggles. “I’m SSS rate.”

Kaneki is fairly certain she’s joking. “I see.”

“I founded the Clowns.”

“Roma!”

“I did. I just…wanted to laugh at the world that never cared about me.” Roma smiled. “It’s better than fighting the world, like that SSS rate Owl, don’t you think?”

“I remember fighting Tsuneyoshi Washuu, that disgusting man. Such a creep. He leered at me when I first appeared. I was a cutie, I guess. Then i transformed into my kakuja and he freaked the fuck out. You shoulda seen his face!” Roma chuckles.

“I don’t…I don’t even…you’re not joking,” Kaneki whispers.

“Nope.” Roma shrugs. “You know why I like you, Kaneki?”

“Uh, no?”

“Because you don’t want to lose even while you’re in the middle of despair. That’s beautiful, and tragic, and I love it. So you could say I’m on your side to an extent.” Roma puts her cup down.

Kaneki is oddly touched that she sees him as determined. He always thought he was a coward. “Tell me more.”

“Gladly.”

I don’t know why they’d do this… Ui and Hairu bring Masanori to his first fancy restaurant.

“We’ve gotta bite the bullet sometime,” Hairu mutters to Ui.

He gulps. “I guess.”

“Whoa. So pretty.” Masanori gazes at the vaulted ceiling and beautiful arabesque walls. “I want to climb them.”

Ui sends Hairu a panicked look. He still hasn’t recovered from Disneyland Tokyo. They only just released the bird back into the wild.

“Mommy, can I try your wine?” Masanori asks. “If I whine enough.”

Hairu has to giggle at the pun. “Did Kaneki tell you to say that?”

“Uh-huh.” Masanori sucks down his soda. “I want to taste it please.”

Ui sighs and holds out his glass. He doesn’t trust Masanori enough to hold it on his own. “Just one sip.”

Masanori puckers his lips. “It’s bitter.”

Ui nods.

“Why do adults like icky food?” Masanori eyes the menu.

“Because when you’re an adult, icky food tastes good,” says Hairu.

“That sounds sad.” Masanori pauses.

“They have shrimp tempura,” Hairu teases.

Masanori’s eyes widen. “I like the crunchies.”

Ui breathes a sigh of relief.

In fact, they make it almost the entire way through the meal before disaster strikes. Sure, Masanori has crumbs all over his face, but he’s happy.

And then.

He reaches for his soda. It falls onto the white tablecloth.

“Oh no!” Masanori clutches the tablecloth, accidentally yanking all their dishes along with it. “Ah!”

Plates, glasses, and silverware crash to the floor. Masanori is covered in tempura remains and sake.

Waiters rush over, and Hairu has to laugh. Ui has to refrain from crying as they apologize.

“I’m sorry,” Masanori whispers.

“It’s okay.” Hairu wipes her eyes and grabs Masanori to carry him to the restroom to wash off. She had expected nothing less this entire night. But she just wanted Masanori the chance to experience a fancy restaurant, the kind she never got to visit as a kid.

Ui nods as he helps the waiters. It’s embarrassing, every day with Masanori is adventurous and embarrassing. And he loves it.

I’d like you to imagine Furuta walking up and down his office with one hand on his hips yelling along to look what you made me do and then a younger office person comes in like “sir you asked for me but I probably shouldn’t”

“Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time,” Furuta croons. Well, he will do it. Or, well, Kaneki will do it because the loser can’t do anything on his own. Same thing, really.

“I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red underlined!” Furuta claps his hands. “I check i once, then I check it twice, oh!”

He spins around, trying to imitate the dance that goddess Taylor has done in her video. He imagines making all the CCG wear I ❤ KW shirts.

He’s whispering “I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me,” wiggling his hips and letting the glory of villain Taylor electrify his bloodstream when he hears a gasp.

“Sir?” Ui looks ready to die. “You asked for me, but I probably shouldn’t.”

“Ui!” Furuta crows, dragging Ui inside. This crony would be the first to wear his T-shirt if it meant Hairu returned. “Look what you made me do!”

Ui is even worse of a dancer than Furuta.

Furuta holds up his hand like a phone. “I’m sorry, the old Ui can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, ‘cuz he’s dead!”

Ui tries not to cry or faint as Furuta continues dancing around him.

Who secretly loves Taylor Swift more than anything?

~~Me. That would be me.~~

You can’t convince me that Furuta did not blast “Look What You Made Me Do” on repeat in his office when Urie and Iwao confronted him.

Which means the line “Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours,” definitely played when Matsuri came at him. Matsuri probably mouthed it.

And Furuta 100% rose up after being shot in the head to “honey I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time.”

Marude then held up a sheet with a list of names, grabbed a red pen, and underlined it.

#Canon!

Soon after becoming Gohan’s lover, Kaneki is introduced to his family, Goku, Chichi, Chie and Goten, who welcome him with open arms. (Chief is one of the first ocs I ever made, Goku’s daughter who is two years older than Goten. She is as cheerful and fun loving as her brothers and the most battle ready as well, loving martial arts. She is also protective of Goten and Trunks’ other best friend. She’s matured Both she and Goten have tails too))

“Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be.” Gohan grins and leads Kaneki into his family’s house.

“Is this him?” Goku stands and embraces Kaneki. “I’m glad to meet the boy who has brought my son such happiness.”

“So am I.” Chichi yanks Kaneki closer to her. “So you’re half-ghoul, huh? That’s fascinating to me.”

Chie laughs. “Of course it is.”

“So tell me Kaneki, have you tasted Saiyan yet? Are we yummy?” Goten winks.

Kaneki gasps. “I – no, of course not – I only eat corpses -”

“Yes, I know.” Goten grins, tapping Kaneki’s face with his tail. “I’m just teasing.”

“We like you, kid.” Goku smiles.

“I brewed you coffee!” Chichi hands Kaneki a cup. “Sit down with us.”

“Thank you.” Kaneki slides into a seat besides Gohan. “Oh, this is fantastic coffee.”

“Isn’t it?” Chie’s eyes sparkle. “When’s the wedding.”

“Too soon, Chie,” Gohan exclaims.

“Sure, sure. But you’re so happy, I can’t help but ask.” She shrugs.

Surrounded by a happy, functional family, Kaneki finally feels home.

Kaneki and Hide Reunite with Kaneki being insecure about his arms and looking down in shame and Hide being insecure about his face but he tilts Kaneki’s face up pulls down his mask and kisses him while tenderly rubbing his hands down Kaneki’s arms. Kaneki tenderly kisses Hide and caresses/kisses his scars while both tell each other lovingly they are as beautiful as ever

Aw this is cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute.

“Kaneki. Hey. Been a while.” Hide tries to smile with his eyes. His voice comes out garbled.

Kaneki flushes. Hide’s face. Did he – has he done this?

He stares down in shame. His arms are red and scaly, like lizard arms. Like dragon arms. “I’m a monster, Hide.”

Hide shakes his head. Of course, Kaneki would panic over his face. Hell, he panics over his face.

But he doesn’t blame Kaneki.

What was Kaneki always telling him while giving him literary lessons? It’s better to show than tell?

Hide approaches slowly. He tilts Kaneki’s face up to his and tugs down his mask.

Kaneki cries out at the mangled mouth without lips, the mottled throat, the lack of a full tongue.

And then Hide presses his mangled mouth against his, running his hands up and down Kaneki’s scales.

Kaneki gasps. He – he is loved by the person hurt worst.

He kisses Hide back where his mouth should be. “You’re still beautiful, Hide.”

“So are you,” Hide manages, and he means it, and Kaneki knows it.

In this moment, he feels more human than he’s ever been.

Fluffly Suzuhan where Hanbee is scared by thunders

“Suzuya!” Hanbee leaps into his Squad Leader’s room.

“Hanbee?” Suzuya rubs sleep out of his eyes. “It’s 3 am.”

His room lights up in a flash, and then thunder crashes down upon them.

“You’re scared of thunder?” Suzuya is surprised. He’s always loved thunder.

Hanbee nods.

“Come here.” Suzuya opens his arms, and Hanbee, the giant dork that he is, leaps into them. He shivers.

“It’s okay, I promise,” says Suzuya, tightening his grip.

Hanbee nods. “I just…feel so alone and vulnerable when thunder happens.

“Well, you’re not now.” Suzuya snuggles closer to Hanbee. “Here, I’ll wrap my blankets around you too. The Thunder can’t get you.”

“Thanks.” Thunder crashes again, and Hanbee flinches.

Suzuya smiles down at him. “I’ll stay awake with you, don’t worry!”