This is where things related to Tokyo Ghoul that I like are kept here like Art,Gifs, reader inserts and such. This folder will also include Tokyo Vocaloid which is a crossover of Tokyo Ghoul and Vocaloid that I find very interesting and creative so far all I know is that there is a series of models of Tokyo Vocaloid in MMD.
denuo. | haise by ciiren, literature
Literature
denuo. | haise
shadows settle on the place that you left.
our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
“excuse me--”
it takes everything for the tears to be held back. the familiar hot sting burns your eyes, bewilderment clear on your countenance. the voice and the scent--
it’s him, isn’t it?
no, he’s gone--
“are you okay?” he asks, body leaning slightly over the counter to examine your pale features. his eyes still hold that gentleness-- just like kaneki.
but you can’t speak; you can’t think. because you left those memories behind. you left your friends behind-- tried to find a new life for yourself-- a
Once upon a time, there lived a man who was born with kindness and greatness-
His lithe fingers gripped the white ceramic handle, and sniffed the aroma of caffeine. The quirking of the edge of his lips turned into a complacent smile. He took notice of his surrounding, the small nearby cafe he came across to before he has to be thrown back in to CCG's life threatening work. From the forest green canopy hanging above the glass doors, the sound of the coffee grinder crunching behind the counter, and the cashier's eye bags from lack of sleep.
For once, he was able to take a break away from his chaotic team and bask in the delightful atmosphere
「 life begins on the other
side of despair 」
“Ah ― Do you guys mind if you watch the place for a bit?” Sasaki was scratching the back of his neck neck nervously, a sheepish smile making its way on his pale lips. Shirazu and Mutsuki were looking at him suspiciously (albeit did not utter a word), while Urie on the hand looked like he wasn't listening a word from him at all. “I have to go somewhere real quick. But I won't take long, I promise.” Sasaki adds quietly. He was holding a bag ― full of books? ― and he seemed to be clutching the handles of it tightly.
“You goin' to that boo
Dark!Ayato Kirishima x Reader by IllusionistFisher, literature
Literature
Dark!Ayato Kirishima x Reader
The thin slivers of light shone on the glistening drops of blood.
He smirked. His red eyes stared down unmercilessly. The glint in them was an awful; he knew what he was doing.
Stop.
Your throat, sore from screaming, couldn't produce the necessary sounds needed to protest. It came out as a small whimper.
"What?" Ayato's smirk turned into a wide spread grin and he raised a brow. "You say something?"
His hand continued to claw at the wound in your stomach. The raw meat of your flesh stung, the musty air of the building you two were in making it worse. You grit your teeth. A few more tears ran down your face. You closed your eyes, trying to
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Weakling| by Attackonfanfiction, literature
Literature
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Weakling|
A/N: Warning, there's violence in this story, although not described in great detail. Read at your own risk.
Your muscles screamed in agony as you continued to scrubbed the floor underneath of you. Your nose was scrunched up, even the mask covering your nose was useless as this point. The stench of human blood, while some ghouls found it incredibly alluring, you thought in this case it smelled quite disgusting. You were going to get this done, even if it wasn't assigned to your list of chores.
"(Name), what are you doing? Do you want to get killed? If Ayato sees this-"
"Calm down, Banjou." You interrupted his hushed whisper, as a small smi
Beloved [Kaneki x Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
Literature
Beloved [Kaneki x Reader]
~How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak...~
How strange...
Despite the unbearable weight against your body, despite sharp points burrowing into your skin, tearing, ripping away the flesh from your bones, the constricting of your lungs,
despite the throbbing, the beating of your desperate heart throughout your body,
it did not hurt.
No aching, not soreness, not even a hint of irritation.
On the contrary, you could almost say you were satisfied.
"Is that good...?"
"Do you
Kaneki x F!Reader | overdose by SabakuNoEyebrows, literature
Literature
Kaneki x F!Reader | overdose
Someone call the doctor, hold me and tell me
Love is a sickness, an addiction, overdose
It’s harder to control as time goes by
I’m falling deeper into her
Oh too much, it’s you, your love, this is overdose
Too much, it’s you, your love, this is overdose
- - -
He watched you from a safe distance.
There was the gentle floral fragrance that your flower shop exuded, he could even smell it from across the street. Leaning against the lamp post, Kaneki tried to blend into the evening shadows, trying not look like the creep he felt as he watched you move about your shop.
Stooping over a large pot outside, you tipped a baby