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[littlemissymonster]

Takizawa Seidou: Before

SO I’ve heard a lot of people talking about Seidou before his unfortunate transformation.

“He’s a pussy.” “People only like him because of what happened to him.” “He only wanted to get a promotion.”

Truthfully I like Seidou though, he’s actually one of the most human characters in the entire series. And by the end of the first manga I actually grew to respect him.

So lets look at the accusations

“He only wanted to get a promotion.”

Most people join the CCG for one of two reasons

They want revenge for something ghouls did to them.

They want to help save humanity from the “evil” of the ghouls.

Takizawa unlike most of the CCG we meet Amon, Akira Suzuya etc. had never lost anything to the ghouls and belonged to the second type. Takizawa is someone who took the CCG’s running line of saving humanity to heart. He was the type of person who took his job very seriously, and like a shoenen protagonist wanted to help save the world and be a hero.

Yes he wanted to get a promotion, but there was a reason for that.

The main reason he had a problem with Akira and Suzuya gaining status above him was because he didn’t think they were taking their jobs seriously enough. He couldn’t stand the way Suzuya goofed of and seem to not care about the CCG’s almighty goals. And he didn’t understand Akira’s aloof nature, and the two had a somewhat childish quarrel from school. He also frustrated by the fact that while he was the same rank as Akira unlike her he was stuck in the office with Houji rather than getting to fight (and she would sometimes taunt him about that fact.).

He wasn’t like certain people (cough Urie cough) who only wanted a promotion for the sake of glory. He didn’t want to shove people down the stairs to get to the top and seriously idolized his heros who he saw as deserving their rank. He wanted to be a hero to be counted among those who were strong and protected humanity.

He wasn’t an asshole. I mean jeez he even appreciated and showed respect to Hide who as far as he knew was nothing more than a nice delivery boy.

Takizawa had stars in his eyes and was full of passion to want to save the world and there is nothing wrong with that.

“He’s a pussy.”

Seidou. Takizawa. is. human.

I’ve said before, Takizawa isn’t like most ghoul investigators he hasn’t lost everything to the ghouls. It isn’t his sole unshakable goal to get revenge, he still has a lot left to lose.

So when he is forced to evaluate the fact that he could die.

and he sees his family and has to think critically about what to do with what he’s leaving behind.

He is understandably terrified, He thinks “Just what have I got myself into? I don’t want to die. I’m scared!”

But here in lies the reason why I admire Seidou Takizawa. He has every reason to run away. He’s terrified he has family. But he doesn’t run away

He faces his fear and fights.

Even at the end he is shaking and Amon tells him to run for it.

Even when he’s literally pissing himself with fear, he still chooses to fight, rather than run.

And if that’s not admirable I don’t know what is.

He stays true to himself but pays terribly for it. And he would have died as a hero, like he always wanted to be.

only he didn’t die.

He was good kid, kind, full of life and zeal, naive, with everything to lose, who wanted nothing more than to fight and become a hero.

He was a pure character who hadn’t had the horror of the world world burned into him yet

which makes this.

Hurt a whole lot more.

and so anyone who says.

“People only like him because of what happened to him.”

can shut the hell up.

[littlemissymonster]

Various Takizawa noises

[reisprettytestsubject]

Tokyo Ghoul ML

Kaneki | Hide | Ayato | Yomo | Furuta | Takizawa | Uta

Updated: 9/12/22

All Characters:

How they sleep with their gf

What sleepwear they like on their gf

What turns them on

dancing with their s/o

As dads

Walking in on their gf in the shower

Physical body preference on their gf

When their gf gets hurt

Spending the night with their gf

music they like

Contact names

Scents they like on their gf

they make their gf cry + their reaction + comfort

where they like to bite/nibble

gf in a swimsuit

couple photos

What makeup and clothes they like on their gf

Shopping in Victoria Secret with them

Moving in

S/o has tattoos on her arm

Matching outfits they would wear with their s/o

Their s/o is smart

Their gf is pregnant.

Their gf works out.

The boys react to an s/o who is mentally strong

The boys react to their gf saying "I love you" for the first time

How they make their gf blush

The boy's clothing style

How they fall in love with their gf?

Their gf is sick+they take care of her

What they find cute about their gf

What they love about their girl

Their gf cheats on them

Multiple people:

Furuta and Uta Cheating on their s/o

Ayato, kaneki, Uta stranger flirting with them.

having a smart s/o

Confessing to s/o who is part of the ccg

s/o having a nice body and face (ayato and uta)

Getting high with their gf (Uta and Takizawa)

Ideal type clothing on s/o (Furuta and Uta)

Kinks (Takizawa and Kaneki)

Kinks(Ayato, Yomo, Uta, and Furuta)

Uta

Could he love itori?

How he passes his birthday

how he deals with onesided love

Calming his s/o down during a mental break down

Ideal type aesthetic

His friendship with Yomo and Itori

BF hcs

Takizawa

Fluffly headcanons

Ayato

Human s/o with eating disorder

With Kind/Gentle Ghoul S/o

With human s/o

Break up with human s/o

ideal type

ideal fashion/make up on gf

with a badass gf

Lover aesthetic

Yomo

Human s/o who is shy and not very strong

Furuta

His reaction to a human girl confessing.

Furuta’s thoughts on kids/marriage

Obsession aesthetic (Ghoul/Half-Ghoul ver.)

Obsession aesthetic (Human ver.)

Scenarios

Uta x reader fluff

Love in Art | Uta x  reader

Want | Uta Confession x reader

Other character asks:

prostitution in the ghoul world

opinion on Urie

Hetare's Shenanigans at Anteiku hcs (ft. Touka)

Links;;

request @/main acc: @liannelara-dracula

[linkspooky]

The Irony of the Hero

It’s an interesting bit of irony to me that this whole fight between Amon and Donato was built up as such a heroic moment for the alliance. After all, Amon was able to find Donato in the first place because historic enemies like Fueguchi and Akira were able to work together to pinpoint him.

Then we lead into Amon finally heroically charging in to settle his grudge against his foster father which has been building the entire manga. His entrance even parallels the heroic entrance that Amon made to save Akira from Seidou.

Afficher davantage

[nvuy]

close enough — tamsy caines

summary. you're cute! plus, it's his birthday so even if he gets caught sneaking around your bedroom at night, technically he can get away with it, right?

notes. i said i actually didn't have anything but then its like tamsy caines slammed a hammer directly into my skull and forced me to write this. very strange. also hi @absentrelic was gonna write birthday sez but he doesnt deserve it. u can tune into four eyed for that. wink wink.

warnings. stalking, tamsy caines being tamsy caines, probably ooc.

Tamsy likes to watch you sleep. It’s just a thing he does.

The best part is that you have no idea. 

You do complain that your door lock is busted and it slips open as you sleep—a huge invasion of your privacy. None of the Cleaners notice your door is slightly ajar as they don’t fix it if any of them are to walk by. 

Nope. Tamsy picks the lock. Every night. Without fail. And he stands at your door and watches you. 

Some nights it’s quiet. He drapes over your bed and stares. He doesn’t think too much. He watches as you shift and occasionally hum, stuck in some fantastical dream that doesn’t involve him. Other nights he twirls a small blade within his fingers, and then he thinks. 

He’s not usually so hesitant with frivolities. It’s a quick in and out of the blade pressed right into the sweet spot. Silent, barely any discomfort, kind of romantic if you think about it. The idea of your white sheets slowly dampening to a deep red as you gasp in pain. 

You would reach out to him instinctively, and wondrously his name would be your dying words. 

See? 

Romantic. 

Not many people think that way, though. And well… it’s hard to just stab a Cleaner and get away with it. 

Also there’s another problem he can’t quite manage. 

He likes you. Not in the way he likes the others—and that’s not much. He can stomach Delmon for perhaps an hour (and maybe two in a good day) but that soon comes to a close when the man starts hollering in Tamsy’s already ringing ears. He thinks he’ll go deaf within the next two years. 

But you’re more pleasant to stick around. It’s possibly because you don’t talk too much. Maybe you’re shy, maybe you just have nothing to say, but he appreciates it. Tamsy has sidled up next to you many times, purposefully shattering your very apparent boundaries to drape over you like a woolen scarf. 

You never raise your discomfort with him. 

Now he behaves like a weighted blanket. He finds comfort in your presence. Very few times (and admittedly, it’s embarrassing) has he fallen asleep on your shoulder. It’s usually in the quiet of your room after you’d begun to invite him inside to continue a quiet conversation. 

So, all that lost time of him being asleep on your bed this evening is made up by him just… staring. It’s fun. It’s better than staring at the ceiling. 

You shift to face the wall. 

It’s harder now, because your shirt has ridden halfway up your back, and he gets a sickening taste of your spine. He once suggested piercings to which you hesitantly turned down. Ouch. 

But your skin framed by silver would look beautiful in the dark. He can imagine it. He could hold you down, pull your tongue and slit a hole through it with a needle. You would cry and it would hurt, but it would be worth it. 

He’d like to feel it on him, too. 

Tamsy reaches over and presses a single pad of his finger to the middle of your spine. You don’t stir. 

This happens. He touches, you don’t react. Same old, same old. He breathes down your neck and you don’t stir. It’s strange. He finds he’d wake up the minute he heard his door creak. 

You hum and sigh. 

Your skin is soft. Mostly unmarred, too. You’ve got a scar that runs along your back from who knows what. Probably an accident when you were younger. He risked once pressing his tongue to the corner of where it begins. One day he’ll slide his tongue along it, maybe when you’re awake, maybe when you allow it. 

Maybe you’ll let him slice new scars across your body. And lick your wounds.

You’re nice enough. You rarely reject things, even if you’re not interested. When you were a new recruit and Enjin tried veering his head too close you only smiled awkwardly until he eventually got the hint. No “I’m not interested” or even a half-baked “I’m seeing someone” to get him to go away. 

Tamsy tried once. You were clearly on your way to meet someone for a date so you’d dressed up. Not dramatically. Just a bit more colour, and nicer shoes. He said you looked nice, like a gift. As strange as it was given you were on your way to meet someone for dinner, you’d hesitantly leaned forward and kissed his cheek. 

Tamsy did two things after that occurrence. First he’d sauntered back to his room and stared at his reflection blankly for an hour with a dried gloss stain on his face. He elected not to wash his face after a headache-inducing debate. Then, he’d followed you, and the person you were seeing mysteriously never responded to your attempts to reach out after that. 

He can tell something is wrong.

It’s sudden, actually, the way the air shifts, like it flexes and bends at random intervals. Tamsy stands quickly and backs away. He’s practised this before: how to leave without a trace. He grabs the blade tight and steps through the door, purposefully leaving it ajar. 

He doesn’t exactly move though. He stands outside and waits. 

He hears you stir until you sit up. The bed creaks. You switch your lamp on. Like always, you stumble to the bathroom. It’s muffled through the door. You’re quick as you try not to lose the drowsiness. 

The problem is when you exit the bathroom you don’t immediately go back to bed as you normally do. 

He stands there completely befuddled as he listens through your door. You move around. It sounds like you’re pacing. The lamp remains on. He hears your feet shuffle over the tiles. This isn’t your usual routine.

Tamsy’s eyes dart around the door. 

He expects you to close it. 

Maybe you don’t notice it. 

Maybe he should run and hold it closed with string. You’ll probably just think it’s jammed. You’ll eventually give up too. 

Instead, he plays his cards. He’s bored. He’s still awake. He loves to bother you. He peers cautiously through the gap in the door. 

Thankfully, you’re facing away. You’re fiddling with something on the nightstand. It looks like a tube of lip balm that you continuously open and close. Free of blood stains, free of scratches and bites and drool that he leaves. Maybe you had a nightmare. Poor thing. 

He grins. 

And then, he pushes the door open. It’s slow. It creaks. 

You look up in alarm, suddenly wide awake. The knife slips up his sleeve. It points inwards towards his wrist. 

“You’re still awake,” he comments idly, like he hadn’t realised. Like he hasn’t been standing next to you for an hour now twirling your hair around his finger. 

You huff, “you scared me.” 

“Sorry.” He’s not. 

You adjust your position on your bed, trying to console your racing heart. 

He knocks quietly on the side. “Your door was open. I saw the light was on.” He looks sheepish, almost nervous. You think he feels bad for intruding. He doesn’t. 

“Yeah…” You’re still recovering. “I think I had a weird dream.” 

Tamsy hums. 

“Like…” You glance up at him from the floor. “Someone was watching me.” 

“Sounds awful.” He leans against your doorframe. He looks exhausted, but it’s strange, like he hasn’t slept a wink. It must be early in the morning. You don’t know the time. It’s still dark out. 

You swallow nervously. “You couldn’t sleep either?” 

Right. He needs some sort of explanation. “I was going to get cake.” Then, he brandishes the small knife from his sleeve and holds it out. 

“You… just walking around with that?” 

He hums, amused. “I keep it in my room.” He tilts his head. “You don’t keep cutlery in yours?” 

You shrug. “Not really.” You watch the knife closely. “What’s the occasion?” 

Tamsy raises an eyebrow. 

“The cake.” You sniff once. “Felt like it?” 

He shakes his head easily. “Birthday.” 

You sit up. “Birthday?” 

He nods. 

“Whose?” 

“Mine.” 

“Yours?” 

“Yes.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows furrow together. 

Tamsy nods again. 

“Oh…” You clear your throat. “Happy… birthday.” You glance quickly to the left. “I don’t have anything.” 

He grins. “I didn’t expect you to.” 

Your brows furrow. “But that sucks. Not getting gifts.” 

“Don’t need them,” he reassures. He’ll throw out anything you give him anyway. “Would you like some?” 

“Hm?” 

“Cake.” 

“Oh…” 

Sometimes he’s thankful his strings do more than just tie things together. In the other room, the ropes have wrapped deftly beneath a box he bought the other day for the occasion. Just in case you wanted to share. 

And eat off the same fork. 

Yuck. He pulls his head out of the doorway, both to visibly gag and to retrieve the box that slowly pulls down the hallway. 

“It’s chocolate,” he says. 

You croak sleepily. You pull your legs up on the bed. That’s a good sign. That means you’re comfortable. Even when he’s holding the knife right out in front of you. Your eyes flit to it every now and again; he’s disappointed. He wants you completely relaxed. 

For now, you look docile. That’s good enough. 

Tamsy doesn’t grant you the opportunity to respond. Instead, he lets himself in slowly and kicks your door shut behind him. His hair looks yellow in the golden light of your lamp. It’s a nice antique. The shade is made of a red glass and the stem is golden. It bathes the room in orange and pink. 

You look warm. 

He sits down next to you on your bed. 

And then he pulls a fork from his sleeve. 

You snort. “Do you have a spoon as well?” 

“No.” He sounds dejected. “I also don’t have any plates. Those didn’t fit under my sleeves.” 

“You tried?” you ask.

“Of course.” He opens the box carefully. It’s a simple white cardboard with a plastic top to showcase the display. It’s nothing fancy; it’s a mud cake of sorts with slices of strawberries and cream frosting around the edges. He takes the knife—that unbeknownst to you was grazing over spine only moments ago—and slices through a decent portion of chocolate. He pulls it slightly away from the cake.

You expect him to give you a piece. 

You don’t expect him to swipe a corner from the slice and hold it up to you. 

You stare at it for a moment. Tamsy only stares at you. He blinks like a frog, expectant, patient, passive. 

“Shouldn’t you have the first bite of your own cake?” you ask cautiously. Still, you slowly lean forward. 

So, he spins the fork and pops the cake in his mouth. His eyes crinkle as he grins. You purse your lips together before you take the fork from him and slice off another portion. 

You hold it up to him. You’re also embarrassingly giggling like an idiot. He thinks it’s pathetic, but his smile says differently. It doesn’t help as time progresses and he keeps accepting every bite he inches closer and closer. It’s a test, he tells himself, of your boundaries. How close can he get before you start cowering? 

It seems he’s underestimated you. 

Not only is he now practically straddling your lap, but every so often he giggles. Like a girl. It’s humiliating. It’s corny. It sucks. It’s genuinely revolting. This is like  textbook romance. This is the stuff teenage girls read in their off time and kick their feet. 

He’s kicking his feet. 

Not only that but after two bites you left the room and returned with a bottle of champagne. He hates the stuff; it burns his tongue and it tastes like shit. But, he drinks from the rim because your lips have touched it. And he gets buzzed. And so do you. 

“You need to have more,” you insist lazily. Half the cake has vanished. “‘Cause it’s your birthday.” 

Tamsy hums stupidly, “I feel sick.” 

“Same.” You end up laughing. “Are you staying?” 

He turns his head to look at you. He stares blankly, maybe comprehending what you’re saying. His brain sloshes for words. His nose is buried in your blankets. 

“I think you should,” you try lightly. “I’m a bit tipsy.”

“Me too.” He’s dizzy. There’s faded black spots swimming in his vision. 

Your nose presses to the side of his face. “‘T’s okay.” You kiss the fat of his cheek lightly. “Thanks for coming.” 

He’s too drunk to even acknowledge anything. “Mhm.” 

“Happy birthday,” you slur to him. 

He’s almost asleep. Maybe he feels safe around you. Maybe he’s faking it so he can pull the knife out of the chocolate and ram it through your sternum. Maybe he can grab your heart while it’s still beating. 

That sounds lovely. 

For now, he sleeps soundly as he usually does. He thinks he sleeps better in your arms. You don't; mostly because you have a mouthful of his hair in the morning to deal with. Still, you suppose the warmth is nice.

You notice your door isn’t ajar in the morning. 

[tgcalendar2016]

June 2, 2016

Things are looking grim…

You can click here to read more about the Honnoji Incident! ~ x

[tgcalendar2016]

June 11, 2016

How solemn.

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August 18, 2016

A good advice from a pineapple lover.

[tgcalendar2016]

September 10, 2016

Happy Birthday Seidou! 🎂

[tgcalendar2016]

September 23, 2016

Kuramoto remembered this time!

[tgcalendar2016]

October 20, 2016

It would be better if you dance violently, and once those strings break, you shall be free.

[tgcalendar2016]

October 31, 2016

Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃

[tgcalendar2016]

November 22, 2016

Today marks the 11th and final Cat Day of the year! This month, we get Seidou!  ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Click here to view the previous Cat Day entries! ~ x

[tgcalendar2016]

November 29, 2016

Watch where you’re going.

[vasorfly]

Romantic Taki. A gentleman

[harostar]

Okay, but seriously though.

I love that consistency Ishida keeps with his character, no matter what else changes. Takizawa has ALWAYS bonded with people or shown connection through food. 

The omake where he brings Amon crackers as a present.

Having lunch with Hide.

Inviting Amon to dinner after work.

Visiting his family for a meal, before the Owl Operation.

Offering to share Hachikawa’s corpse with Shikorae, after the battle.

And now going to check on Hakatori, and offering to share a meal with her.

I mean, being a ghoul now, the act of sharing food with others takes on whole new meanings. But he’s always been such a food-oriented person in the series, in particular in how he relates to other people.

[vasorfly]

Romantic Taki. A gentleman

[juulookzousketchy]

|| To Give, To Receive. Happy Valentine’s Day. ||

A gift for my gifteeeee @nekorikachan

💕 ~ You probably thought you’d get 2 characters drawn, but I decided to draw all of your faves instead c: -shoves a bunch of hearts to your way-

I hope you like them! They were a lot of fun to draw. ^-^  💖

Happy Valentine’s Day ! ! !  💗 ✈ 🍫 🎈 💌 🍰 🍪 🐻 Bonus Hcs!~: Eto: Loves wearing turtlenecks on special occasions (particularly on Valentine’s Day) and looks pretty dang good in it.~ She loves receiving gifts from people, no matter how small it is, she cherishes it and places those gifts on her bookshelf. Seidou: He gets a random flying love note from a secret admirer and gets extremely bashful about it. (he hides the letter in his pocket since it’s embarrassing to show in public) Saiko: LOVES Valentine’s Day, not just because of the random secret admirers, but because she loves receiving so many of the chocolate/candy gifts. Shirazu: As cheesy as it is, boy has a big heart and would buy a shitload of balloons to give to random people in the CCG+his to his squad. He likes cheering people up (unless it’s Urie, then he’d purposely probably won’t give him one to see the other’s reaction. He likes giving him a hard time XD) Hirako: It’s not often that he gets a secret admirer, so whenever he gets a lil love letter, it makes him smile. Literally, dude hardly shows emotion, but when he smiles, it melts the world. Ui: Likes surprising his s/o with sweets on Valentine’s Day and would definitely ask his s/o out for a romantic dinner. And all the works. He doesn’t show his flirty side at work (who knew), but when he’s off work, that’s a different story. Squad Zero Kids: Like Shirazu, the kids like giving on Valentine’s Day, so they’d spend the whole night making a bunch of baked goods to give out the next day. Shio is the messy artistic one who always wants to decorate cupcakes and such, Rikai likes to organize and box up the sweets in cute boxes along with also making sure the place isn’t too much of a mess, and Yusa loves tasting+taste tasting everything after making em. Eats raw cookie dough. Ayato: Despite Ayato not showing any sort of affection towards others, he honestly just has his own way to show it and is more of the type to show it by buying gifts for someone. Or might buy something big for a s/o. He’ll make the trip though, he will. When it’s that special day, he will.