#female manga character

[dg3zero]

[morganhopesmith1996]

Ghost in the Shell by Shirow Masamune

Trade Paperback Published by Kodansha Comics

[hellspawnmotel]

epsilons

[animentality]

[faintrustle]

[stil-lindigo]

teresa of the faint smile.

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[babycakezero]

♡ every inch

"Kei..." You whined at him, your hips dramatically rolling in his lap.

The desperation in your voice made a shiver run up his spine, and he just couldn't help but give you a sweet smile against your sore, red lips.

Everything about the way you were acting was making Tsukishima feel so many different things; nervous, excited. And also embarrassed.

Because how was it even fair that, despite barely giving him any direct attention down there, he was already growing uncomfortably hard.

"Hm? What's the matter?" Your boyfriend feigned a cocky voice as he questioned against the shell of your sensitive ear.

Your hands grabbed blindly at the loose fabric of his oversized hoodie, your little noises being trapped in his mouth as the two of you exchanged long, messy kisses.

It was all making him desperate to hear more come from you, so he gently snaked underneath your cute flower design dress, watching intently as the soft fabric bunched at his elbow to give way for his large hand. His actions have him the almost perfect view of the mini shorts you wore to protect any innocent eyes from being unwantingly flashed.

His commanding grip held onto your hips, guiding them gently against his. And he greedily, and happily swallowed up every moan and whimper and gasp that followed his actions, his hips reactively pushed up into you, forcing a suprised gasp to leave your lips, and a breathless moan to leave his.

He was desperate for you to feel every inch what you do to him. Good thing he called off from work this morning.

characters ♡ kei tsukishima x ♡

a/n ~ first attempt at something more 👀, and im sorry for how short it is, but i definitely plan on making longer 👀 stories for yall freaky peeps !

[ot3]

double whammy of invoking bioessentialism for media analysis and then namedropping shonen manga as the best female character writing you've ever exposed yourself to.

[bonni]

at this point if you continue to deny that csm is about capitalism I think you might just be stupid

[callie-the-creator]

insomniac

sfw. warnings: reader is fmab, mentions of kira and his murders, l can’t sleep, etc.

author’s note: i miss l so much. :(

l sat in his characteristic crouch on the edge of his chair, fingers entwined, eyes intently focused on the monitors before him. the task force headquarters was dimly lit, the flickering screens casting a bluish hue across the room. he had spent countless hours reviewing evidence, piecing together clues, and trying to identify kira, but the elusive criminal mastermind continued to evade him. l won't rest or, at the very least, he refused to. his main focus consisted of two things: keeping y/n— his girlfriend— safe and away from any danger and catching kira (l had dedicated the past few years to the investigation pursuing kira), a figure known to kill those whom he deems morally unworthy of life.

so many criminals have died.

his mind raced with possibilities, tracing and retracing steps, connecting and disconnecting dots. his suspicions often circled back to the same few individuals, but without concrete evidence, he was trapped in a maddening loop of speculation. he needed proof, something tangible that could lead to an arrest. the gnawing uncertainty kept him awake, denying him the rest his body craved.

as the hours dragged into the early morning, l's eyes, bloodshot and weary, drifted to the cot where his girlfriend, y/n, lay sleeping. her presence had been a rare comfort in his life, a steadying force amidst the chaos. she stirred slightly, her breathing deep and rhythmic, oblivious to the turmoil that raged within him. "y/n...?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. he wasn't expecting an answer; he just needed to hear the sound of her name, something to anchor him to reality.

she groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "hmm...whaaaat?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. it was clear she wasn't pleased about being woken up, but she tried to focus on him nonetheless.

l hesitated, his mind teetering on the edge of a precipice. he knew what he was about to ask could shatter the fragile peace they had, but he couldn't suppress the question any longer. "would you betray me?" he asked.

y/n blinked, her drowsiness giving way to confusion. "what are you talking about?" she inquired, pushing herself up on one elbow. "why would you ask something like that?" she added.

l’s gaze remained fixed on her, searching for any hint of deceit, any flicker of guilt. but all he saw was a concern, her eyes wide and earnest in the dim light. "i’ve been thinking…” he began, his voice steady but laced with tension, "about kira, about the people who might be capable of such things. and it occurred to me that...i don't know if i can trust anyone anymore." he said, sadly.

she sat up fully, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, her hair all messy. "l, you know me," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "we’ve been through so much together. how can you even think i would betray you?" she questioned, despite knowing very well that l had every right to not trust her. after all, he was the head of the investigation and thus the arch nemesis of kira. he must remain vigilant, it is all he can do to ensure his safety.

"i don't know what to think anymore…” he admitted, his tone betraying the depth of his internal struggle. "i just…can't afford to make any mistakes. you know that.” he sighed. this was the last conversation that he wanted to have with y/n, despite it needing to be addressed.

y/n reached out, her hand covering his. "listen to me," she said firmly, her touch grounding him. "i am not kira. i would never do anything to hurt you or anyone else. you have to believe that." she partially pleaded with him. if they wanted to put their relationship on ice because of this minor bump in the road, then so be it, but y/n is sure that it would only result in hurting them.

l’s eyes softened, the storm within them momentarily calmed by her words. he wanted to believe her, to cling to the hope that at least one part of his life remained untouched by kira's darkness. "i want to believe you.” he said quietly, "but i can't let my guard down. not even for you,” he said matter-of-factly. “i’m sorry…”

y/n sighed deeply. she then slid out from under the warm blankets, her bare feet meeting the cold floor with a shiver. standing beside him, she gazed down at him, his hunched form bathed in the eerie glow of the computer screens. leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before she ran her hands through his unruly black hair. "can you at least come to bed then?" she asked softly.

the night had stretched on for far too long, and the first light of dawn would soon pierce the gloom. l shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling almost imperceptibly. "don’t know," he replied, his tone detached and distant, eyes never leaving the monitors.

y/n let out a small, plaintive whine, her worry for him bubbling to the surface. she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him into a tender embrace. "please?" she murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "you need to rest. just a little while…”

l felt the warmth of her breath against his skin, the comforting pressure of her body against his back. for a moment, he allowed himself to be still, to feel the weight of her concern and the depth of her affection. he glanced at her, then at the clock on the wall, the numbers blurring slightly in his tired vision. his gaze returned to her, meeting her pleading eyes. "fine," he said finally, his voice tinged with reluctant resignation before mustering a small, almost imperceptible smile. "but five minutes is all you’re getting."

[morganhopesmith1996]

The Major 🆒

[demonslayerunhinged]

Unhinged rant

I'm sorry but can we give the 'Kny female characters are sexualized' discussions a rest, like yes we can see their boobs and thighs yes, yes, yes, we get it already! 🙄🙄🙄

I came across this twitter thread talking about it and funnily enough when someone talked about male characters also revealing skin, surprise surprise they made excuses for them saying some bullshit about Sanemi's shirt battle tactics and Inosuke's sensory issues like what????

Now we've gotten to the point where we're now excusing male characters and shaming female characters for doing the exact same thing? Is that what we're doing? Really?? What is it about KnY female characters that makes people suddenly turn puritan???

Like can we move on? And talk about something else? Can we stop judging our female characters by their appearance but instead by their relevance in the story, goals, depth and character development? Is that so hard?

I've never seen a fandom filled with so much self-hatred as the KnY fandom, like just go watch JJK then where the female characters are absolutely useless but hey at least they're reasonably dressed.

[xenosagaepisodeone]

[iamtabbychan]

A short story with my OCs Princess Rani and Hayami, a.k.a. The Scarlet Shadow.

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[ograceo]

I hate it when people draw oversexualized versions of characters. They always give the characters massive boobs and butts and tiny waist and make them into femme fatales or manic pixie dreams girls or some other version of a male gaze character. I feel like I never see characters or ocs that have normal bodies. Except for the female lead from Operation True Love but a lot of people hate her character beacuse she is plain looking and Tohru honda her too. They dont like normal female characters that they cant jack off too. Its crazy!

[my-vash-meryl-stuff]

I don't have any issues with mashwood, and I certainly don't wanna start anything, but if there's one thing that keeps me from shipping it, is the loads of fanwork where people turn Meryl into the "holder of the one braincell" and I'm here to tell you that if you think any member of the main crew of any of the Trigun versions had permanent privileges on that single braincell, then I think you weren't paying a lot of attention.

In Trigun Stampede especially, that single braincell was probably the inheritance left by Roberto, and I very much make emphasis on a single one left for all of them.