#Ichika kaneki

[hakucho-art]

For Mother‘s Day, Touka and her little baby <3

[bingeeaterblog]

Ichika and her uncle father depending on what side of the fandom ur in

[mchib]

I was bored

[kyanitedragon]

I'm absolutely headcanoning Yoriko as having a kid alongside Touka instead of 5-6 years later

Touka and Yoriko could then raise their kids together, learning and sharing as they go

Along with Miza's eldest son Shiroi, the kids could form a friend trio:

A ghoul, a half-ghoul, and a human

To parallel the trio of Touka / Kaneki / Hide

Plus with Yoriko's kid's surname being Kuroiwa, that gives a perfect nickname of Kuroi to match Shiroi

[post-tg]

Easter Night

The night before Easter, the 1st Ward was almost deserted. The icy wind swept through the streets as if trying to clear away any trace of humanity still awake at that hour. Kuki Urie walked with his hands in his pockets, scarf wrapped around his neck, and bad mood hanging off his shoulders like just another coat.

All because of Saiko.

"Just tonight, Uribo. Please~ I want all the Quinx to have a lovely Easter…" she had pleaded hours earlier, curled up in her corner of the couch, hugging her pillow like that idea was her most important mission of the year.

That was just how Saiko was. Despite everything—or maybe because of it—she clung to little rituals: decorating for Halloween, handing out gifts, making mochi on New Year’s, painting eggs at Easter. She said she wanted to build new memories, because that’s what Sasaki would’ve done when he lived in that house. And also… Mutsuki.

And, as usual, Urie gave in.

So, after a long day at the TSC offices, still wearing his coat, he went out in search of chocolate eggs. But to his misfortune, everything was closed. Shops had rolled down their shutters at nine, and not a single 24-hour store had what he was looking for. Not one shop was open. He stopped in front of a downtown bakery display, nose cold and brow furrowed. Behind the glass, a box of chocolates decorated with little bunnies mocked him silently. (Happy Easter), he thought bitterly.

The echo of his footsteps followed him home while the city slept, indifferent to Yonebayashi’s enthusiasm. He mentally rehearsed the scolding he’d give her as soon as he got back to the Château. Not just for sending him out pointlessly, but also because she hadn’t shown up for work in two days. Maybe she didn’t even realize it, but her absence still made him nervous. Like everything could fall apart again at any moment.

(You always do whatever you want) he thought, crossing the intersection near the old post office.

A flickering streetlamp lit the sidewalk. The wind dragged papers and empty wrappers, causing him to stop.

Then, he saw her.

Right there, under the dim yellow light, a familiar figure stared in frustration at a “closed” sign.

A woman in a plaid skirt, short coat, and tilted cap. He didn’t recognize her at first, but when he noticed the patch over her eye, he froze. For a moment, he thought about ignoring her. Walking past. He wasn’t in the mood for unexpected reunions. But something in her tired posture, the irritated look on her face, made him stop.

(Mutsuki)

His steps hesitated as he approached. She didn’t see him.

Because just seconds later, Aura and Hogi appeared. Both carrying colorful bags and wearing artificial smiles. They exchanged a few short words and walked off together, heading toward what looked like a nearby hotel. Probably because the trains to the rural area were closed at night.

Urie didn’t move. He didn’t know what to think. What were they doing together at that hour?

He stood there, chest tightening in the silence, while their voices faded away. After a while, he started walking again. This time without haste. Without anger. He wasn’t thinking about Saiko or the chocolates anymore. Only about that eye patch. And how bitter Easter could be when you didn’t know how to go back to who you used to be.

Confused, he returned to the Château. The sound of the door echoed in the cozy silence of the place. He dropped off his things and headed straight for Saiko’s room. "There were no chocolates," he grunted as he entered. "You wasted my time, Yonebayashi." His tone was dry, tired—like he’d walked too far that night, more than just physically.

But Saiko didn’t flinch. Sitting on the carpet, surrounded by pillows, she held a cardboard box decorated with lilac ribbons. She brought it to her face as if smelling a flower.

Urie frowned as he left the room with Yonebayashi carrying the box. They both went straight to the living room, throwing his coat over the back of the couch.

“Who’s it from?”

Saiko lifted the box with both hands like a trophy and turned it to show a handwritten label.

“For you, Uribo.”

He froze. For a second, he wasn’t sure if it was a joke. No one sent him things. No one wrote his name in that messy handwriting, like whoever did it wasn’t used to giving gifts.

He approached cautiously and took the box. The paper was slightly wrinkled at the corners, like it had been wrapped in a hurry. And yet, something about it felt delicate.

“Did you open it?” he asked without looking at her.

“Of course not!” she replied, offended, sitting down on the couch where his coat lay. “That’s a privacy invasion, Uri!”

Urie raised an eyebrow as he opened the box. Inside, perfectly wrapped, lay several chocolate eggs. They weren’t the usual store-bought kind.

No, these were different. The shape was flawless, the glazed sugar decorations well-made, and the scent… the scent was warm, sweet, with a subtle bitterness that made it even more intriguing. It didn’t have the rigidity of a commercial product but the softness of something handmade.

“This must be a joke,” Urie muttered to himself more than anyone else. The idea of someone sending chocolates to him, and not the others, felt absurd.

(And why me?) he thought, unable to help himself.

Saiko, watching from the couch, gave him a knowing look. She took the package from his hands and brought her face closer to the scent, as if recognizing it.

“From the handwriting…” she whispered, “it must be from Mucchan.”

Urie scowled. The handwriting on the package was clumsy but familiar. The name "Mutsuki Tooru" was clearly visible, though written somewhat haphazardly, as if the person who had made it had rushed the gesture. This made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"I don't like sweets," Urie muttered, trying to divert his attention from the fact that someone, probably Mutsuki, had made this effort for him.

But Saiko, in her usual enthusiastic way, didn’t let the moment pass quietly. Instead of returning the box, she pointed to a chocolate egg that smelled of nuts and caught her attention.

“Give me one!” she exclaimed, like a kid asking for a gift.

Urie, resigned, handed him a chocolate egg, albeit reluctantly. It was hard to tell if it was because he didn't really like sweets, or if for some strange reason he didn't want to admit what he really thought. Mutsuki's gesture, as disconcerting as it was, gave him a feeling he couldn't quite identify.

“I’m not a fan of sweets,” he grumbled, watching Saiko enjoy the chocolate with a satisfied expression.

Saiko, for her part, didn’t seem concerned about any of it. Her smile lit up the room, oblivious to the doubts crowding Urie’s head. As if none of this really mattered, and the only thing that did was that everyone had a good time.

But Urie couldn’t stop thinking about the box. Something about it unsettled him. Why would Mutsuki send me something like this? The same person who looked at him without a word, who walked off with Aura and Hogi without explaining a thing. Something didn’t add up.

He stayed there, in his room, staring at the box. The room light faintly reflected on the cellophane, and the shadows danced over the chocolates like little riddles. He sat at his desk and did nothing else for several minutes—just looked at the box.

Finally, frustration won out. He picked up his phone and, with a sigh, typed the message he’d been avoiding:

"Were the chocolates for me?"

The message just sat there, floating on the screen. There was no response that night. No notification. No "read." Just the silence filling the room.

Urie lay down in bed, the box still on the table. Was it just a peace offering? A way to say not everything was lost? Or just a reminder of everything that had gone unresolved between them?

And so, as the night crept toward dawn, Urie stayed there, thoughtful, not knowing if he’d ever truly understand what Mutsuki meant with that package. ........................................................................................

Urie woke with irritated, swollen eyes from a lack of sleep. He still felt that heaviness in his body, the discomfort not from fatigue, but something deeper, denser. He turned his head toward the phone still lit up on the nightstand.

There it was.

An unopened notification glowed in the message bar. With a hoarse voice, he rubbed his eyes and unlocked the screen.

"Meet me at the park at 7:00 a.m."

Urie sat up abruptly, a knot tightening in his chest. He looked at the clock.

7:00 a.m. sharp.

“Shit…” He dressed in a matter of minutes, splashed water on his face, and before leaving, he picked up the box of chocolates from the table as if it were something she shouldn't leave behind. He left the Château at a brisk pace, her breath thickening in the cold morning air of the 1st arrondissement.

The park was quiet, nearly empty, wrapped in that calm unique to early hours. The sun was just beginning to peek through the trees, and dew still clung to the grass.

She was waiting for him there.

Mutsuki was sitting on a white bench, a wine-red scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. She was no longer wearing a uniform—just simple clothes. The wind stirred her hair, shorter now than the last time he saw her. The scene looked peaceful… but Urie felt like something was trembling beneath that calm.

Urie approached silently, unsure if he should say anything. He sat beside her. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Mutsuki was the first to break the silence, not looking at him directly:

“I heard from Aura that you don’t like sweets,” she said suddenly, without looking at him, wrinkling the hem of her sleeve.

Urie raised an eyebrow.

“Aura?” he repeated, as if doubting the source.

“Yeah… I figured that’s why you hadn’t eaten them,” she added, glancing at the box he still held unopened.

She was lying. Urie knew it instantly. Shirazu had made that comment once, after an argument with Haise Sasaki, with Mutsuki present. She remembered, no doubt.

So, why pretend?

Mutsuki looked at him, squinting slightly. Then she delicately took a chocolate he offered her. She held it between her fingers for a few seconds before taking a bite. The reaction was immediate. She frowned, and her mouth creased slightly.

“Tastes awful,” she said, laughing softly. “I didn’t know I was such a bad cook.”

It was a light laugh, like she didn’t expect anything better from herself. A joke aimed at her own clumsiness, but with that tone that hid something deeper. As if what really tasted bad wasn’t the chocolate… but herself.

Urie watched her in silence. The wind stirred her hair again, and for a second, he thought Mutsuki looked… thinner. More fragile. Not in body, but in spirit. As if everything holding her together was on the verge of breaking.

Why did she talk about herself like that? Why smile as if trying wasn’t worth it?

He didn’t know how to answer. All he could do was stay there, box in hand, wishing words were easier to speak.

Easter was supposed to be sweet, just like Yonebayashi said—a time to begin again. But between them, everything tasted like something else.

The silence lingered for a few more seconds, until, out of pure curiosity—and maybe something else he didn’t want to admit—Urie picked up the half-eaten chocolate Mutsuki had left and tasted it.

He froze. It was delicious. No bitterness. Sweet without being overwhelming, with that warm, creamy kind of flavor that lingers on the tongue and the chest alike. The kind of chocolate you don’t buy in stores, but make with care.

“Tastes amazing,” he murmured, honest this time.

Mutsuki glanced at him, first with surprise… then with a faint smile. She knew Urie too well. She knew he wasn’t into sweets. She knew he had lied earlier so as not to hurt her—where others might’ve stayed silent or avoided the topic altogether.

And though she still had open wounds, though she didn’t quite know how to feel about herself, that lie… was kind.

It gave her something simple, without judgment.

And for a moment, she allowed herself to accept it.

“I couldn’t finish them all in time,” she said, pulling out a large paper bag decorated with small, hand-drawn doodles. “I was busy with work, and the post office had already closed.”

She handed him the bag.

“Could you bring these to the Château? They’re for the squad.”

Urie nodded without a word, wearing the serious expression he always had when something truly mattered to him.

“Thank you,” he said, and though it sounded like it cost him to say it, he still did.

Mutsuki responded with a soft smile. It wasn’t perfect or confident, but it was genuine.

It was the kind of gesture that came from someone still learning to love herself.

“By the way… the other day… I’m sorry I didn’t answer you,” she said, stepping back. “It’s not that I didn’t want to. I just… didn’t know how.”

And without waiting any longer, she turned around. She walked calmly toward the park’s exit, her wine-red scarf floating in the wind.

Urie stood still for a moment, the bag in one hand and the taste of chocolate still lingering on his tongue.

It wasn’t closure. But it was something. A gesture. A bridge.

And though she hadn’t completely healed, she had been honest.

That… was enough for now. ..........................................................................................................

Back at the Château, with warm light filtering through the open windows like a soft sigh. Urie set the paper bag on the table without saying a word. A few seconds later, Saiko appeared, as if she had been waiting for that exact moment.

“Oooh, something smells sweet!” she exclaimed, digging into the bag with enthusiastic hands.

She pulled out several boxes, all small, carefully wrapped: pastel-colored ribbons, shiny paper, hand-written tags with names.

Unlike his, Urie thought—his box had been decorated hastily.

“These are for my babies! We might not have an egg hunt anymore, but who cares!” Saiko joked with mock displeasure.

But her voice trembled a little when she recognized the handwriting. She paused, holding one of the packages like it was fragile.

“Mucchan made these, didn’t she?” “Yes,” Urie replied, offering no more.

Saiko smiled, soft and melancholy.

“She still misses us.”

The sweetness of the chocolate filled the air. The silence was no longer awkward. It was something else. A shared nostalgia. Saiko decided that one day she would invite her to one of the holidays.

Then Saiko stopped and pulled out a small package.

She looked at it, frowning.

“This one’s not for us…”

She handed it to Urie. He read the label, written with the same care as the others:

“For Ichika Kaneki.”

The name hit him like a stone in the chest. She wasn’t part of the Quinx Squad, not part of the past they shared, and yet… there it was.

Urie held it, unsure what to do.

Should he deliver it? Return it? Or just stay there, holding that name in his hands? That small gesture unsettled him more than anything else.

Had Mutsuki visited Kaneki in recent days? Or had she simply been thinking of them?

Saiko’s soft laughter filled the room again, between bites of chocolate and colorful wrappers flying across the table.

Urie, in contrast, stood still. The package remained in his hand— as small as a promise, as unexpected as a memory.

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This is one of my fanfics that I'm writing for this platform. I'll be posting it on AO3 soon. If you have any questions about the plot, don't hesitate to ask. Please be respectful in the comments.

pd: I would like Hamliet to read this but I'm afraid of how they would react.

[justsumfangurlmind]

Here’s my work for the Tokyo Ghoul pair up event!

I got paired up with the talented @succulent-mud

We chose to do a father daughter piece. This was so much fun to do!

Alright. Here we go!

Today was supposed to be a quiet day. A nice quiet day to himself, Kaneki thought. On Sundays they all would go to the store to buy groceries for the week, but since they decided to go a day early due to a sale, it was basically a free day. Touka had gotten an invitation from Yoriko to spend the day together at the park with their children. Kaneki had asked her if she wanted him to tag along, but Touka said no. She said it had been a while since she and Yoriko spent time together alone. Kaneki thought it was a little weird to say it like that since they would have the kids, but he knew what she meant.

Going down the stairs of his home, Kaneki saw his pregnant wife right before she was about to leave. Yet he noticed that their daughter, Ichika, was missing from her side.

“Touka?”

“Good morning. Did I wake you?”

“No. Are you leaving?”

Touka nodded. “Yeah. I wanted to get there early so that I have some time to talk to her before she gets more occupied with the baby. You know how it is.” Touka chuckled a little as she spoke.

So did Kaneki. “Yeah I suppose so. Where’s Ichika? Is she still getting ready?”, he asked.

Touka scratched at her head. “Ah well you see about that…” Kaneki’s eyes widened just a little bit. Was something wrong? Did Ichika fall ill? “I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t budge. She insisted that she wanted to stay home.”

“Oh really? She insisted?”

“Well more like she gave me the biggest grumpy face ever and then hid under the blanket.” Touka sighed. “I’m sorry. Usually I would’ve been able to handle it better, but as you can see,” Touka pointed to her baby bump, “I don’t think this little one would have made it easy.”

Kaneki just laughed it off. “It’s alright. I’ll spend the day with her.”

“Are you sure? I know you were excited to have the day to yourself. Maybe you can just get her ready real quick and then we’ll be on our way.”

“No no. It’s fine. I’m her father after all. It’s my job to take care of her.”

Touka’s eyes softened. “Kaneki… I”, yet before she could finish, she had a look at the clock and gasped. “Ah shoot! I’m late! So sorry, but I have to get going. I’ll see you guys later, okay”, Touka said as she already put one foot out the door.

Kaneki waved to her as she left. “Yes. We’ll see you later.”

As the door shut, leaving Kaneki all alone in the living room, the man pondered. Now what? His plans for relaxing were out the window now. Ichika was a pretty active kid and always kept everybody on their toes. Kaneki decided that it would be best to just wake her and go from there. Before he could take a step, he heard little footsteps coming downstairs. Yet when he turned his head around there was no one there. Now he heard the steps coming from the kitchen.

Perhaps she’s trying to hide from me, Kaneki thought.

Going into the kitchen, Kaneki spotted Ichika pulling a chair towards the pantry. He almost wanted to laugh at the little grunts she was making. Poor thing. The chair must be so heavy for her.

“What are you doing?”

“Hungry.”

“You’re hungry? Okay. What do you want to eat?”

“I’ll do it!”

“Do you want me to get it for you?” As he took a step closer to her, Ichika let go of the chair and began pushing Kaneki away.

“No no! I’m gonna do it! No!”

“Alright alright”, Kaneki said as she kept pushing him. Looks like she was in a mood. It reminded him of Touka and, oddly enough, Hide. Once she got him out of the kitchen, Ichika went back and started pulling the chair again. When Kaneki went to look at what she was doing again, Ichika got mad.

“Papa no! Go!”

“Oh? I can’t watch?”

“No!”

“Okay okay”, Kaneki said as he put his hands up. He pretended to walk further away when he turned the corner. Once he heard her moving again, he figured it would be a good time to spy on her. Peeking into the kitchen, Kaneki saw that Ichika had climbed the chair to grab a bag of flour from the pantry. However, the bag she was grabbing was too heavy for her small arms so it quickly fell onto her, creating a cloud of flour.

“Ichika!” Kaneki swiftly made his way towards his daughter checking if she had any injuries. “Are you okay?” He saw her nod, but heard her trying to hold back little whimpers. “Look at that”, he said pointing to the top of her head. Her dark roots were covered by the flour. “You look just like me.” Kaneki smiled when Ichika laughed. She seemed to be just fine. After all, Ichika was always quick to bounce back.

After dusting her off Kaneki went to go get the broom and dustpan. Coming back, he saw Ichika trying to get something from the pantry again.

“What are you getting now?”

“Eggs.”

“Eggs? What for?”

“Pancakes. I wanna make pancakes like from the cafe.”

“Oh.” Kaneki remembered the cafe they would all go to. Ever since Ichika was a toddler, she loved eating the fluffy pancakes from there. Before he swept up the flour on the floor, Kaneki picked up the bag and placed it onto the counter.

“The eggs are in the refrigerator. They’re too high for you to get so I’ll help get them.”

Ichika was now watching Kaneki as he swept.

“Papa knows how to make pancakes?”

“Yes.”

“But papa can’t eat food like me.”

“Just because I can’t eat it, doesn’t mean I can’t cook.” Ichika seemed so stunned at the information, Kaneki couldn’t help but chuckle. As soon as the floor was clean, he put on an apron.

“Get ready Ichika because you’re about to witness a cooking papa!”

Seeing her normally mild mannered father have so much confidence made Ichika giddy with excitement.

Approaching the pantry, Kaneki pulled out a small box of baking soda.

“Go put this next to the flour.”

“Okay!” The small child nearly leapt off from the chair as she went to go do as she was told.

“And once you do that, go grab your little stool.”

“Yes!” As she ran off, Kaneki took this time to get the remaining ingredients.

Bringing back the stool was no problem for her. It was a lot lighter than the big chairs they had. When Ichika came back, she saw an array of ingredients on the counter. She quickly set the stool down in place and stood on it to get a better look.

“Are you ready?” Kaneki asked.

“Yes papa.”

“Alright.” Kaneki reached over and rolled up Ichika’s sleeves before doing the same for himself. “This is so we don’t get dirty.” He saw her nod and try to roll them up even more.

“Okay. First, let’s combine our dry ingredients.”

Ichika looked puzzled. Kaneki wondered why, but then it dawned on him that she was five. She didn’t really understand what dry ingredients were yet. “Oh. Um, we have to put these into a bowl.” Kaneki then pointed to the flour, salt, sugar, baking powder and baking soda.

“Oh okay.” Ichika grabbed the bag of flour and tipped it over so that it could go into the bowl. Kaneki was able to stop it from falling again, but some still spilled out.

“Not that much. We only need two cups.”

“But I can’t reach the cups.”

“Not those ones.” Rummaging through one of the drawers, he pulled out some measuring cups and spoons. “Use this one. Remember. Only two.” Kaneki watched Ichika as she counted while collecting and pouring the flour.

“Good job! Now use this one for the sugar.” He then gave her a smaller cup.

“How many?” Ichika asked, nervous that she was going to mess up.

“Just one”, Kaneki said as he put a finger up.

Once she had finished that, he decided that he should handle the measuring spoons since they were so little. Ichika didn’t really like that idea so she tried to take the spoons from Kaneki’s hand. She was unsuccessful and only managed to spill some of the powder.

“Alright. Let’s stir the bowl.” Giving her a whisk, Kaneki told her to do it gently. “We don’t want it flying out.”

Now that the dry ingredients were all mixed, it was time for the wet ingredients and Kaneki was a bit nervous to say the least. Cleaning up powder was one thing. This, however, could end in catastrophe. He had already melted the butter. All she had to do was put it in the bowl.

“Here’s the other bowl. Put the butter in here.” Doing as she was told, Ichika noticed her father was starting to pour milk into one of the measuring cups.

“I wanna do it!”

Before he could stop her, it was already too late. The way she had lunged for the cup made his grip on the milk slip so it fell. Over half of it had spilled out getting all over the counter and dripping onto the floor. Luckily, he had already gotten the amount he needed.

“Sorry…” Ichika had a guilty look on her face. The look that would make everyone melt.

“It’s alright. We’ll clean it up before mama gets home”, said Kaneki. Him and Touka were used to the messes. “Here. Help me with the vanilla.”

“Ice cream?”

“No no. It’s a mixture. We’re gonna put it in the bowl.” He handed Ichika one of the measuring spoons. “I’ll pour and you put it in.” Ichika nodded happily. Once they had done it twice, Kaneki grabbed the one egg and cracked it into the bowl. Ichika didn’t make a fuss about it. He supposed that she knew cracking eggs would be too hard for her to do by herself.

“Okay. Now mix this one too.” Kaneki had forgotten to tell her to do it gently, but he saw that he didn’t need to. Ichika was being careful. It made him feel a bit of pride seeing that she remembered.

She really has grown up, Kaneki thought. It seemed like just yesterday when she could barely hold a spoon.

“Do we make pancakes now?” Asked Ichika.

Kaneki smiled. “Not just yet. We have to combine the bowls now.” He then poured the bowl full of the wet ingredients into the bowl with the dry ingredients. “Now we have to mix it again. Make sure it’s mixed together really well.”

“Okay.” When Ichika started mixing, she noticed it was a bit harder than the previous times. So she began to use more force as she stirred. And when that didn’t feel like enough, she put even more force into it. At that point, her sleeves had unrolled themselves. Pretty soon, there was batter splashing out. Kaneki decided to not say anything. She was still a child. Let her have fun and get a little messy. He only stopped her when the stool beneath her started to shake.

“Ha ha! Look papa!” Ichika raised the bowl to show him. “I did it! I mixed it!”

“Fantastic job Ichika!” Kaneki clapped as Ichika did a little dance with the bowl. “Okay. Now we can make the pancakes.” He grabbed the bowl from her and set it down. Grabbing a pan, Kaneki looked over at Ichika. “I have to do this part because it involves the stove. How about you go wash your hands?”

Ichika nodded and left the room. Kaneki looked over at the mess that was made. He sighed.

When Ichika came back she decided to grab a fork before sitting down to wait. She watched her father intently as he began flipping the pancakes.

“Some of these will be for mama so remember to leave some for her.”

“Yes papa.”

Once he was done, Kaneki stacked some on a plate and gave it to an eager Ichika. As he was doing so, he could’ve sworn he could hear a faint ‘pancakes! pancakes! pancakes!’ coming from her.

He watched as she took a bite. “So how is it?” He asked.

Ichika smiled brightly. “So yummy! Even though they aren’t fluffy.”

Kaneki felt like there was glass shattering. She had asked for fluffy pancakes. They just made regular ones. His face became so gloomy that Ichika started to panic.

“Papa no! They’re very good! I like them a lot! Can I have more?”

“It’s alright Ichika.” Kaneki said with a defeated smile. “I’ll learn how to make it for you.”

The end

:) I hope you all enjoyed! Be sure to check out the wonderful artwork done by @succulent-mud !

[rexaofwrath]

TOKYO GHOUL ALPHABET: I

I is for Ichika!

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ichika: great takatsuki cosplay! but your kakugan’s on the wrong side

eto:

eto: the kakugan is NOT on the wrong side!!

[ivanartdraws]

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[hinamikyoukachan]

⚪🖤🍎

[hakucho-art]

The Kaneki family <3

[bingeeaterblog]

Ukaku ghouls need to be preened, just like birds do. It's a common way to show affection for them, having your loved one sit behind you and making you feel nice and fresh again. Ingrown projectiles acting as pin feathers and kagune shards stuck in places they shouldn't be. It gets a bit stuffy and stiff when going without grooming for awhile, even when the kagune isn't actually out. Signs of this are reoccurring shivers, upper back pain, and tender soreness around the sight.

[kyanitedragon]

Ichika Sketches & Kagune Design, based on @coromoor's headcanon

[post-tg]

I reread this again and it makes me think that Sui is quite kind and fun with his fans. What caught my attention is about the new cafeteria, information about the characters and the type of questions. Touka and the keychain also made me laugh haha thanks for the translation.

zakki:re Q&A replies megathread

A translation megathread of the zakki:re Q&A contest letters Ishida sent back to winning contestants!

As far as I know there were 100 winners, though I only have around 40 in this post. There were more on Twitter, but some opted not to release them publicly on Twitter for personal reasons (such as if they asked personal questions). Some didn’t reveal their question, or all of Ishida’s replies, but I’ve tried my best to guess at their meaning if possible.

The ones I’ll post here are from Twitter, specifically if they came with pictures of Ishida’s art or handwritten replies. I’ll also mention some context if I felt that the conversation/topic between the OPs and Ishida was interesting.

If you see one that I missed, please let me know and I’ll update this post.

Enjoy!

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strong tokyo ghoul women of every organization and race

Hello everyone, welcome to my first publication. Here I will only mention the strong women of Tokyo Ghoul. If you want a deeper explanation of why they are strong. I will make another post.

It must be remembered that the range that I will mention does not mean that it is literally the strongest. this can change. Without further ado, let's get started!

Anteiku

Kaya Irimi

Rating: SS

Extra: touka kirishima

rating: supposedly S

ps: I'm surprised you didn't want to put Touka in, she's quite strong in the dragon bow but she couldn't fight Yamori due to such circumstances

Aogiri

Hinami Fueguchi

Rating: SS

Blades:

Miza Kusakari

Rating: S

Clowns:

Rating:

SSS as the Dodgy Mother

SS as Gypsy

Tsukiyama and Rose family:

Karren Von Rosewald

Rating: SS

CCG

Kiyoko Aura

Rating: Special Class

Extra:

Akira Mado and Kasuka Mado

Rating:both special class associated

V:

Rize Kamishiro

Rating: S

actual: ???

Half Human:

Hairu Ihei

Rating: 1st Class

Qs

1st generation:

Tooru Mutsuki

Rating:

rank 3

rank 1

Special Class

as ghoul: supposedly S

PS: I wanted to add Saiko but I feel like Mutsuki beats her in the 1st generation.

2nd generation:

Ching-Li Hsiao

Rating: rank 1

3 rd generation

suzu sanzu: not confirmed

others ghouls

Hikari Kirishima

Rating: S+

Kurona Yasuhisa:

Rating: SS

half natural ghoul:

Eto Yoshimura

Rating:

S as Eto

SSS as OWL

Extra: ichika Kaneki

Rating:???

ps : please don't work for me, it's just what has been seen

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TOKYO GHOUL ALPHABET: I

I is for Ichika!