So this is the last day of our awesome Tokyo Ghoul week, I couldn't fail to thank everyone who participated and supported the week, it was really fun and nice to follow all the work
I'll be accepting all late work throughout the year, but I'll ask you to also @ the page in your new posts for the week (or in a reblog)
And also, if I let any work go unnoticed, please tag me in the post so I can share it here, sorry if it happens
Shuu and Naki for @tg-headcanons , it feels rude to call this Shuunaki because it’s not a particularly ship-y drawing but it is intended as such. Thanks for feeding the community with the cool headcanons, you’re a thousand times more understanding of these characters than I will ever be.
Hidekane for @just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan ! I tried my best to model it after the designs you gave them with a picrew a while back, really loosely based on the scene from your fic where Kaneki explains the origins of the attractive vampire. Thank you for your wonderful writings.
for my the talented artist and my good friend, @captain-astors !! yeah, i put your guy in a doc and he got corrupted and i ended up with like 9 copies. yeah, he isn't doing so good. he uh- he thinks he's in hell. yeah, the copies are slowly killing each other. have fun!
companion post here that outlines each persona
(available here on Ao3)
Furuta sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Rank 1 Investigator Furuta sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Dead Furuta sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Nimura sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Young Nimura sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Souta sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Mr. PG sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Kichimura sits on a folding chair in a bare white room.
Souta stands up and claps his hands together once. The fleshy slap echoes around the cavernous space. “Alright, everyone,” he remarks. “You are probably wondering why I have called you all here, today.” He pauses. “Well, I didn’t!” He sits back down.
Young Nimura’s legs don’t reach the floor and he swings them back and forth. He looks around with wide eyes.
Mr. PG is fiddling with the end of his tie, looking bored.
Kichimura folds his arms, unspeaking.
Furuta breaks the silence. “This is like the world’s worst AA meeting.”
“Or that Sartre quote.” Dead Furuta.
Everyone nods in agreement.
Young Nimura is still swinging his legs, looking equal parts confused and awed, but now Kichimura has joined him. His legs, however, do reach the floor, and make a scuffing sound with each pass.
Scuff scuff.
Scuff scuff.
Scuff scuff.
Mr. PG is glaring at him. Kichimura grins back at him and wiggles his eyebrows slightly. He speeds up the scuffs.
Scuffscuff scuffscuff scuffscuff scuffscuff.
Nimura, who had previously been looking kind of nervous, catches on and starts to swing his legs too.
Scuffity scuff scuff scooooof scuppity.
Then Kichimura stops abruptly: Scu–. “Hmm…” he hums. “I think we should stop. We seem to be annoying Mr. PG over there.” He waves an arm toward the irritated man.
“Yes,” Souta agrees, even though he hadn’t taken part. “Of all of us, he probably has the least… tolerance.” He winks at Kichimura.
Mr. PG huffs through his nose. He glowers.
“What we need,” Souta continues, “is a game! We’re clowns, afterall.”
Rank 1 nods his head. “Indeed.”
“That we are,” agrees Kichimura sagely. When the others turn to look at him, he’s wearing his glasses-and-mustache getup.
Furuta pipes up, “I propose never-have-I-ever!”
Mr. PG looks at him, deadpan. Everyone else breaks out in varying degrees of laughter. “That’s it,” he complains, standing up. “I’m out.” His head swivels for a moment, looking for an exit, before he simply disappears on the spot. His folding chair collapses.
The Furutas, Nimuras, Souta, and Kichimura all stare at the heap of metal.
“What a nostalgic sound.” Dead Furuta remarks.
Furuta: “Indeed.”
“Likes metal beams,” Souta giggles wistfully.
Young Nimura finally speaks, his voice small. “So… we can just… leave?”
“Perhaps,” Kichimura shrugs. “Do you want to leave, young one?”
“No!!” Young Furuta replies earnestly. “I have so many questions! Besides,” he looks down. “There’s nowhere for me to go.”
“Oh,” Kichimura looks disappointed. “But you’re wrong! Obviously, you must go back to something. You can’t stay here forever, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation. All of us are standing on your shoulders.”
Young Furuta gasps. “You’re right…! I guess I should… try to go…”
“Aww, go easy on him, Kichi,” Dead Furuta drawls. “This is as good as it gets for him.” He fixes his eyes on Kichimura.
Kichimura shifts his attention, his mouth twisted in an irritated grimace. “Oh, shut up, you old fool. You’re probably the reason we’re in this mess in the first place.”
“You’re all amazing!” Young Furuta blurts out suddenly. “T-that you – I – got so far. It’s all I ever wanted, really.” He’s quiet now. “I’ll leave. Right now. To ensure you all get to… exist.” He nods once, deliberately. Kichimura leans around Souta and pats the kid on the back.
“Proud of you, buddy,” he says.
Rank 1 gives him a wave from across the circle. “Good job, kid.”
Furuta and Souta flash a peace sign a piece. Nimura mouths bye. Dead Furuta blows his straggly bangs out his eyes with a poof of breath.
Young Nimura no longer sits in the folding chair in the bare white room.
Dead Furuta barely waits long enough for the new absence to settle before addressing Kichimura. “Don’t think we don’t see what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” the dapper man shrugs innocently.
“Why, you’ve decided this is your own personal death game!” clarifies Souta. “I did suggest we play something, after all.”
“Oh, what fun!” exclaims Dead Furuta. “I can’t believe you got rid of the youngin’ so early though,” he gossips. “The only one of us who really wanted to live, and here you go killin’ him second… ruthless.” He winks at the bureau chief.
“Well, if this really is a ‘Death Game’ as you put it,” inserts Furuta passively, “I vote we get rid of him next.” He points at Nimura. “We never liked him, anyway.”
Dead Furuta agrees with his live counterpart enthusiastically. “Fuckin’ dog,” he swears. “He served his regrettable purpose. We don’t need a V agent in our mix.” The statement is full of derision.
Nimura opens his mouth to protest – or perhaps agree, for what is the white room but another cage? – though he is gone before he can say anything.
Everyone is momentarily startled by this new event, but they recover so quickly only those that knew them well would be able to tell.
Rank 1 notes this.
After this, everyone seems bored. This was a rare chance, after all (that they were aware): a chance to converse with all their past and future selves. Most of them, anyway.
It was subjectivity.
It was the world’s worst AA meeting.
It was Hell.
Souta pulls out some yarn. It’s a hideous shade of yellow interspersed with nauseatingly green strands. His knitting needles clack away as he hums. He appears to be knitting a sweater.
Rank 1 and Kichimura watch as first a sleeve spirals into existence, then another, then he appears to start work on the torso. The two disembodied arms lay around Souta’s feet like empty worms.
“You know,” Souta says all of a sudden, “I kind of like it here. Y’all are a riot. It’s nice to take a break from the evil scheming, yeah? We should do this more often. Here, we have all the time in the world.”
“The evil scheming.” Rank 1 repeats.
“Mhm.”
“Enlighten us.”
“You’re the only one here who doesn’t know.”
“Enlighten me, then.”
“Ok.” Souta continues the ugly sweater as he talks. His hands are very efficient. The ball of yarn is shrinking. “We’ve made an absolute mockery of the CCG for one, right Kichimura? Congrats. The child soldiers? Great touch. Kudos, man.”
“Thank you, Souta. I thought that was very clever, myself. Too bad it was all for nothing.”
Furuta looks angry. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, don’t bother, Furuta,” Dead Furuta sighs.
“No, I will bother. What do you mean, old man?”
Kichimura looks at the two. They are seated side by side. “Well, I guess what I mean is we never completed our goals, did we? It was all for naught. Meaningless.”
“Fuck you, Washuu, he did his best. We all did. That Kaneki kid is gonna be fucked up for life. I heard he had a kid, you know. If nothing else, we’ll haunt his narrative.”
“He’s right, Furuta,” Dead Furuta says. “But it’s not entirely my fault. I’m just the one who ended up slaughtered. Things were going to shit long before me.”
Kichimura says, “I maintain I did everything by the book.”
“Samesies.” Souta.
“All I ever wanted was a normal life. Fuck all of you,” Dead Furuta laments. “Fuck all of you for taking that from me.”
In this moment, as the Furutas argue and the clown and the chief egg them on, Rank 1 takes his chance. He leaps from his chair and heads straight for the clown. He scoops the remaining yarn off the floor as he straddles the man in his chair. In no more than a few seconds and a bit of struggle, Souta is gone. Rank 1 grins. He swings around in the chair and sits normally, legs crossed primly.
As if having a revelation, Dead Furuta is out of his chair. He tackles Furuta, rolling both of them onto the floor. “I’ll show you dead,” he says. “Me? Why do I wanna go back? Are we goin’ back? We’re all destined for Hell, didn’t you know? I wanted more, you know. I came here as Dead Furuta, but damn you I’m not leaving that way.”
“I… defended you!” Furuta gasps. His lips is split and bleeding down, staining his shirt. “Why, don’t you know you can’t change anything, Dead-chan? You’re the end of our story. I pity you.” Those are his last words.
Dead Furuta stands up. “You’re all right.” he says. Then he cocks his head to the side and disappears.
Rank 1 and Kichimura are left staring at each other. They are on opposite sides of the room.
“Well, look at us,” Rank 1 says. “What does it say about us that all that’s left are our manufactured personas?”
Kichimura nods. “Truce?”
“Truce, old man. I work for you, after all, technically.”
“You did well, son. But don’t you think it’s time to go?”
“Go?”
Kichimura nods again, slowly, blinking like a cat. “Yes. It’s time we moved on from here, isn’t it. Us, as the only ones who completed our respective missions.”
hello and welcome to The Furuta Guide. shoutout to @elmaxlys (don't kill me for the tag) for breaking down his personas for me. all the notes on each persona are his except for Dead Furuta's, which were written by me. this only serves as to explain the nicknames and general personality traits i gave each one in Hell Is Other People.
Nimura the investigator (seen in the Rose + Clowns Raid arc) - "Rank 1 Investigator Furuta"
Meek and weak
He's dedicated to his work and efficient at information gathering and paperwork
Very smart but a coward that needs protecting
Persona designed to make him as unthreatening as possible
Good for information gathering, disappearing and playing bait
Sasaki era Furuta - "Furuta"
Brat
He'll voice his thoughts with no filter
Playful but in a mean way
Projects confidence
He adapts to the person he has in front of him
Very fluid
Nimura the V agent (Cochlea raid) - "Nimura"
Chained dog
Will obey because he has no choice but he will stab you in the back to get his freedom back at the first occasion
This persona is necessary to survive but he wants to get rid of it
Mr. PG, the Restaurant member (Gourmet arc + Rose arc) - "Mr. PG"
What even is going on with him
Has ties in ghoul high society as well as ties in the human world
Can pass as both seemingly effortlessly
He's compassionate toward ghouls (he apologized to Mr. MM when killing Matsumae) but not humans (the way he treated Ami).
Souta the Clown (working with Kanou, dropping the beams, at Aogiri, in the og 143 scene, in 128, sprinkled here and there) - "Souta"
Playful mastermind
He's both very serious in his plans and laughing his ass off the entire time (the lol panel during the Clowns raid for example)
He's planned the entire downfall of Tokyo and its rebirth in the most ruthless yet efficient way
He'll work with whoever can help him
Peak Pierrot behavior.
Kichimura - "Kichimura"
Goals oriented
Manipulation game amped to 110%
Superstar and comedian
He'll pull everyone's attention to him when convenient, making the spotlight so bright you won't see the strings he's pulling
Mixing all the previous ones and amping them to the max
You won't see him coming and once he's there it's way too late to pull out
Attention whore, but in a calculated way
You will do his bidding no matter what.
Garden Nimura (flashbacks) - "Young Nimura"
Hopeful kid
Desperately wants to love and be loved and, most of all, live.
Dead Furuta (post-Dragon Kaneki fight) - "Dead Furuta," "Dead-chan"
