Yomo has a little sister called Minase. Describe her.

Minase is only ten months younger than Yomo, but she looks significantly younger. She’s short, to begin with, with doll-like eyes and silver hair worn in droopy pigtails. Her ukaku, however, bears the characteristic strength of the Yomo family.

Minase loves Anteiku and was constantly grateful for Yoshimura’s intervention in Yomo’s life. Truth is, she’s the one who persuaded him to save Yomo from Arima. As a result, she works at a morgue to help supply Anteiku, and later Re, with body parts taken from already dead humans.

Itori has a little brother called Narumi. Describe him.

Narumi’s hair is as blue as his name would imply. Slender, fashionable, and handsome, he’s been a handful for Itori, with numerous CCG investigations on his record. He’s known to them as the Merman.

He’s five years younger than Itori and about as wild. He loves parties, mischief, and fashion. He’s bisexual, and when he was a teenager, was *that* kid who always needed a boy/girlfriend. He’s matured since then and now craves a long-term relationship.

Uta has an older sister called Sunako. Describe her.

Sunako is a rinkaku ghoul two years older than Uta, and she styles herself to look like a witch. She’s tall, willowy, with pale skin and flowing flaxen hair. She often adds colored streaks to her hair, wears black lipstick to shock people, and she’s fond of fishnets. Sometimes she adds glasses because she likes the way they look, although her eyesight is fine.

Beneath that witchy exterior, however, she’s extremely sensitive and shy. She prefers books to people, and would gladly spend all day in a library if she could. She usually holes up in her brother’s shop for peace and quiet, though she isn’t opposed to pranking Uta if Itori suggests it.

Pregnant Touka twist ankle

“God dammit!” yells Touka, stumbling into Nishiki. They’re setting up a new coffee shop inside CCG, which is now the Commission for Cooperation with Ghouls and run by former CCG and Goat members alike.

“Your wife can’t help falling into my arms, Kaneki,” Nishiki quips.

“Nishiki, do we need to have the ‘be nice to women growing babies’ talk again?” asks Kimi from the counter she’s scrubbing.

“No,” he grumbles. “Touka, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Touka shoves him away, only to nearly fall. She grabs Nishiki to keep from hitting the floor. “I think I twisted my ankle.”

“Let me see,” says Kimi, dropping her sponge. Nishiki held Touka settle into a chair, and Kimi prods her ankle. “Hmm. Doesn’t look broken, so I imagine it’ll heal soon.”

“I hope.” Touka wipes her brow. This pregnancy is sure taking a toll on her healing abilities.

“What’s going on?” Yomo, Ayato, and Kaneki enter the shop. Kaneki immediately flies to Touka’s side.

“Nothing,” Touka says.

“She twisted her ankle,” says Nishiki.

“Traitor!”

“Typical Touka,” says Ayato with a smirk.

Touka narrows her eyes.

“Do I really need to have this conversation with you, too, Ayato?” Kimi asks with a sigh.

“You don’t want it,” Nishiki assures him.

“What conversation?” Ayato is thoroughly confused.

“Never mind. Kaneki, do me a favor and slap my brother.” Touka grins. If it means trolling Ayato, she’s going to milk this ankle as much as she can.

Shinohara wakes up and meets Hanbee

Hanbee holds his breath as Suzuya and he enter the stark hospital room, which smells of limp food and cleaning fluids.

Suzuya wants to stop, to run away, but he can’t, so Hanbee will hold his breath in his leader’s place.

Suzuya steps in full view of the bed, where Shinohara Yukinori sits, awake and smiling at his wife and not-so-little kids.

Suzuya’s heart beats wildly. Is there still a place for him with Mr. Shinohara?

Shinohara stills as soon as he spies Suzuya. Then he holds out his hands, as emotion clouds his ability to speak.

“Mr. Shinohara!” Suzuya wails and launches himself into Shinohara’s arms. “You’re here, you’re really here.”

“I am,” says Shinohara, embracing Suzuya. “Juuzou, you’ve become a great man.”

“T-thank you,” says Suzuya, wiping his eyes.

“Who is this?” Shinohara’s eyes flit over to the doorway, where Hanbee stands.

“That is Hanbee Abara, my squad member. He’s…very special to me,” says Suzuya, flushing.

“Hanbee.” Mr. Shinohara smiles at him. “I’m glad Suzuya found someone like you.”

Hanbee gasps. “Thank you, sir! Suzuya is – well, he’s the most amazing leader we have. And I – I love him.”

“I’m glad,” says Shinohara, squeezing Suzuya’s shoulder. “Nothing could make me happier.”

Crack head cannon (which is really just a contraction of a previous crack head cannon): Ui Koori doesn’t help with the rumors surrounding the Quinx mentor, and to anyone that askes, he’ll tell them it’s cruella deville’s psychotic cousin

It begins with an un-caffeinated Ui, out of cigarettes and fresh out of bed.

“Ui, who is Sasaki?” asks Yusa.

“Cruella DeVille’s psychotic cousin,” Ui grumbles.

Yusa’s eyes widen, and he races off. Ui slides into his seat, not thinking much of their exchange.

An hour later, Shio appears. “Ui sir, who is Sasaki?”

“The Quinx Leader,” Ui says simply.

Shio pouts. “Why are you boring with me? You told Yusa something funny!”

“I did?” Ui thinks for a second. “Hmm…okay, Sasaki is Maleficent’s brother. Complete with the dragon.”

Shio claps his hands in approval.

Rikai is only five minutes behind Shio. “Who is Sasaki?”

“The personification of decaf coffee and e-cigarettes,” Ui replies, staring straight into her eyes.

Finally, he can get back to work.

“Kooriiiiiii,” sings a voice. Hairu waltzes in, and Ui brightens immediately. “I have something for you.”

“Yes?”

Hairu holds out a sugar cube.

Ui takes it eagerly, but gags after it settles on his tongue. “Hairu!”

“It’s a salt cube! Just like you,” Hairu cheers.

“You heard what I was saying about Sasaki, didn’t you?” Ui complains, spitting out the cube.

“Yup.” Hairu softens. “Be nice, okay, Salt-senpai?” She offers him two more cubes. “I promise these are real sugar this time.”

The quinx squad tries to force Shirazu and Urie to get along without arguing/fighting

“This is a fucking joke, right?” Urie is too horrified to move.

“Nope,” says Sasaki. Mado and Arima stand behind him, arms crossed like they mean business.

“No!” wails Shirazu.

“Keep in mind, you had chances to avoid this.” Akira steps closer, and Saiko presses her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Urie shoots her a murderous glare. She squeaks and hides behind Mutsuki. “There’s no way. No fucking way.”

Takeomi will see me.

“Well, there’s no way you’ll ever do anything from desk work from now on,” says Sasaki sweetly. “Unless.”

He waves the monstrosity in his hands about. A giant shirt reading This is Our Get Along Shirt.

“I thought that existed only in memes,” Shirazu wails.

“Not anymore.” Sasaki waves the two doomed Quinx forward.

It’s tight and awkward. Urie can’t believe he’s going to spend the rest of today chained by cotton to this mouth-breather.

Saiko doubles over laughing, no longer afraid of either of them. “And here you all thought I was the problem!”

“That reminds me,” says Sasaki. He snaps his fingers.

Akira holds out a This is Our Hard Work Shirt, and Arima waves a This is Our Face Our Fear Shirt.

“You’ll each be paired with Akira and Arima, respectively. It was only fair,” says Sasaki.

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.

Au where Kureo is still alive and Amon and Akira want to tell him they’re getting married but as much as he loves his daughter and Amon he can’t process it

“Hi, Dad.” Akira speaks into the throwaway cellphone she purchased from the convenience store across the street from their motel.

“Akira.” Kureo sounds hesitant.

She knows she broke his heart during their last conversation, when she confessed to saving Seidou, to betraying her humanity and family and her mother’s memory. He probably didn’t expect to hear from her again.

“I’m calling because Amon and I have some news.”

“Amon?!”

“He’s alive too, Dad. Same as Seidou. Would you kill him?” Akira blinks back tears. Amon slips his hand into hers.

“Come back,” Kureo whispers. He can’t bear to answer the question; it could tear his world apart.

“Anyhow.” Akira hardens her voice. “Amon and I are getting married.”

“Akira!” Kureo often dreamt about Akira happy with Amon, of grandchildren. But now? “He’s a ghoul. And you’re -”

“A traitor,” Akira cuts in. “I know, Dad.”

She hangs up, shaking.

“I’m sorry,” Amon says, stroking her hair.

“You’re worth it. Ghouls are worth it, actually.” Akira laughs a little. “Shall we get ready?”

When they return from their drive-through wedding, Akira is focused on on her husband. In his arms, she feels freer than she’s ever been.

“What’s this?” Amon carries her into their motel room before hurrying back into the hallway, where a card lies.

Daughter and son-in-law.

Akira starts. She opens it gingerly.

Congratulations to you both. I love you.

Akira’s mouth falls open. “He…he knows where we are.”

“And he hasn’t told anyone.” Amon smiles. “There’s hope for him.”

“And we have his blessing,” Akira jokes as she pulls Amon in for another kiss.

Urie confessing to mutsuki during the fight ((give us need more feels for chapter 154 oh lord))

BUT THERE IS ALREADY SO MANY FEELS.

(MOST OF THEM INVOLVE SCREAMING).

Mutsuki spreads his lips in a wide grin. “I couldn’t care less if you died, Urie-kun.”

Urie stiffens. Saiko sees the blood drain from his cheeks as Mutsuki’s bikaku grows and grows.

“Oh yeah?” she calls out. “Then why’re you calling him Urie-kun? Weren’t we your family too, Mutsuki? Aren’t we still?!”

Mutsuki swings at her, and she dodges. “All you boys! You suck! You don’t have to be all cold and strong!”

Mutsuki hesitates. She called me a boy.

Saiko glares at Urie. “Say something, dummy.”

“Well – well I would care if you died, Mutsuki!” Urie blusters.

Saiko tries not to roll her eyes.

Urie can see Mutsuki’s kagune beginning to overtake his body. He framed out, too, didn’t he? “Don’t freak out, Saiko.”

“Excuse the fuck me?” Saiko stumbles back as Mutsuki slaps her back to the surface of the giant goddamn worm they’re fighting on.

Urie unleashes his own kagune. This is my only chance. He feels his tongue grow as both kakugans light. “Tooru! You’re not alone! I LOVE YOU!”

Mutsuki stumbles, his mouth falling open. Saiko beams at Urie.

Urie feels tears running down his full-ghoul face. “Tooru…” He falls to his knees. “And I’m so sorry I failed you. Over and over. And I was mean to you. But I love you, I swear it, Tooru.”

“No one can love me!” screams Mutsuki, clapping his hands over his ears as two kakugans emerge in his eyes. “I am grotesque! I – all I do is kill!”

“You saved me!” Urie yells back.

“You protected me from Shirazu and Urie,” Saiko adds.

Mutsuki’s lips tremble. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“It won’t change how we feel,” Urie pleads.

“There’s a way forward. With us. Especially Urie-kun,” Saiko says, stepping forward and holding forth her hand.

Mutsuki hesitates, but he doesn’t try to fight her.

“You two suck.” Saiko uses her kagune fists to drag Urie over to Mutsuki. “There. Now, it’s hug time.”

“I don’t think -” Mutsuki begins.

Urie throws his arms around Mutsuki. His cheeks are still wet.

Mutsuki jumps. “Urie, are you actually crying?”