#tr sad

[kenmjiro]

𖦹⭑ You find out that he was unfaithful to you.

⋆⸜ 🎧✮₊˚ character: Draken, Baji, Mikey, Kazutora and Chifuyu.

⋆⸜ Warning: Unfaithful, anger, insult, mention of sex etc, dramas

𓍢ִ໋🀦 Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

It was already eleven at night and you had just left work. You were so tired that all you wanted to do was get home and take a hot shower, maybe with your boyfriend in the company.

Draken must have already arrived, unless Mikey wanted to go out to eat, in which case then you would be the first to show up at the house.

"Honey, it's here!" You spoke as soon as you stepped foot inside. After closing the door slowly, you left your bag and jacket on the couch. You fluttered the keys somewhere in the living room. Everything dark, off, you were extremely surprised to see Draken's jacket on the floor of the hallway.

Something was wrong, very wrong. You bent down to pick it up and looked at it, then set it down on the couch. At a hasty pace you went to the room you shared, door closed, everything still without light.

Shit, you already knew what was happening. This was not normal for both of them despite the three years of dating they have had. Draken always responded when you came home, and he always put the jacket where it belonged, he was careful. You gritted your teeth and threw the door open.

Clothes scattered on the floor, your boyfriend in bed, with a girl next to him. That wasn't the worst, but the blonde was totally naked, both apparently sleeping. You crossed your arms and leaned your side on the door frame.

"Draken" You called him from there, a look of hatred settled on your face, you discovered him at the worst possible moment, in the worst possible act "DRAKEN!" You bent down to grab a sneaker that was on the side, which belonged to your boyfriend, and you threw it at him with all your strength, hitting him on the back.

"Mhm?" He took his face off the pillow and after focusing on his surroundings, on the girl next to him and on you standing at the door, he opened his eyes wide and sat up in bed, sitting down "y/n" he looked at her naked body. and stood up quickly to start dressing.

You didn't say anything, his expression was enough for you and you simply turned around to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Hey, wait!" You grabbed your jacket and bag to place it on your shoulder "Y/n me. Sorry, I didn't know what I was doing" He grabbed your arm and held you back just so you could open the door. "We went to a bar and I got drunk, forgive me, I'm sorry."

"Let go of me" You murmured coldly, your grip not loosening "Ryuguji, drop your shit and let me go" You turned around and saw his horrified grimace. With your free hand you pushed him in the chest. "Don't you dare touch me, let go of me now!"

You pushed him with all your strength, the blonde didn't give in.

"Listen to me, okay? Let's talk." The boy insisted once again, you didn't know what to do to make him leave you alone.

"I'll tell you only once, the last time." You stared into his eyes. "Take your hands off me" you swallowed all the sadness you felt, anger was present in its place.

Draken let you go, after turning around and opening the door you walked out quickly without looking back.

You didn't come home, you didn't answer her calls, and you didn't pay attention when he went to look for you at your mother's house, much less when her friends tried to get you to forgive him. You just never wanted to see him again.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 keisuke Baji

You couldn't wait to go see him. You decided out of surprise to go look for him at the end of a meeting. To look pretty you put on your prettiest dress, put your hair up in a high bun and even put on some lip gloss.

When you arrived you were impressed by the number of motorcycles at Musashi Shrine. A lot of men grouped there made you a little nervous, because they were all dressed in black and you were wearing a rather garish, reddish and white dress.

From behind everyone you waved to Mikey and Draken, who were at the top. It was even more of a surprise to you when they froze when they saw you. They looked at each other and swallowed deeply, continuing with the meeting. At the end you decided to approach your boyfriend's friends, under the gaze of several guys who were yet to leave.

"Hello! Have you seen Baji?" You smiled brightly at Mikey and Draken, the other gang leaders watching from afar. "I didn't see him at the meeting and he told me that at this time he would be as usual."

"Y/n, hello" Mikey started to speak, he looked away and looked at Draken "you tell him, Kenchin" the taller one snorted, and rubbed his eyes.

"Y/n, hello, Baji has been banned from coming to meetings since always." I answer seriously.

"As?." You giggled nervously, your hand gripping the hem of your dress. "But he's always told me that he doesn't miss any ToMan meetings..."

Draken looked at you with some pity, Mikey had already escaped from his side. Sure, you got it. Baji was indeed a good friend, he even told them the reason why he would be at that time.

"You should" Draken started to speak but you interrupted him.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter" You waved your hand with disdain "I'd better go" you bit your tongue to hold back your tears, the lie he told you was constant. You turned around and started walking, you wanted to get home and just vent against your bed.

When you arrived you didn't even bother to change your clothes, you sat on the sofa in the dining room and turned on the TV, looking for some romantic comedy to increase the irony you were watching. You wanted to think that your boyfriend hadn't been cheating on you for a long time, but it was simply impossible to find another justification.

"I arrived!" The one with long hair entered through the front door with a smile on top. Seeing you on the couch, with a tub of ice cream in your hands and that dress, he approached you. "Hello, pretty... you look great in that dress, where is it from?" Baji came up to kiss you, you moved your head so that he was facing your cheek. A grimace settled on his face. "Something happens?"

"Where were you?." You muttered at once. Baji sat next to you, with his palm on your thigh, giving gentle caresses.

"With the boys, at a meeting." He responded directly, not a hint of lie in his voice, it made you angry.

"With the boys..." You repeated, looking at the television. You ate a spoonful of ice cream and gave a deep sigh “I wore this dress for you, Baji.

"Oh really?" The boy turned his face towards you and smiled at you. When he made to approach you to hug you, you placed your hand on his chest, holding him back.

"Yes, I went there to surprise you myself." Baji made no movement. "But wow, what a surprise I was to see that you weren't there." You continued babbling completely angry. A tear fell from one of your eyes. "Your friends looked at me with pity, Baji. That was what embarrassed me the most... it wasn't being dressed like that in the middle of a damn gang meeting. What embarrassed me the most was how they looked at me" your voice broke with the last.

I..." Baji raised his hand to bring it to your face and wipe away the tears that were falling. With a swipe of your hand you pushed him away and turned around, facing him.

"Better tell me, where had you been all those times you said you were going to meetings?" You complained harshly. The boy looked at you with his mouth half open, he opened and closed it several times; he didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered softly. You looked away from him, that was enough. You stood up, leaving the ice cream aside and went to the room you shared, Baji followed you but didn't say anything when you started to pack your bags.

"I'll go to my mother. I imagine what you were doing Keisuke and I... I won't turn a blind eye to this." You spoke totally frustrated. He didn't do anything to stop you, knowing that you had discovered the truth then he knew he was screwed.

After that he called you constantly, you always hung up. Your ex-boyfriend had cheated on you, it was obvious, despite not seeing him in the damn act with someone else, it hurt you twice as much because you found out and you hated yourself for having given so much of yourself to that idiot who played with yours. feelings

𓍢ִ໋🀦 Manjiro sano

Why didn't he let you go to his meetings? You had always supported him in everything regarding his gang. Your boyfriend was well known to everyone, you felt that you were very lucky to have him, just like he said he was lucky to have you. You always believed him.

But now, seeing him after the ToMan meeting is over, with a girl on her motorcycle in front of him, kissing. Your heart simply broke in two. You tapped the floor with your foot, and after a short minute you decided to walk up to him at a steady pace.

Mikey noticed you, and that you were totally angry, and suddenly separated from the girl. He stood up and extended his hands, "I can explain it to you" came out of his mouth.

After reaching him, you didn't even allow him to speak, your hand balled up into a fist and you hit him squarely on the chin and mouth. Mikey turned his face to the side, instantly he saw blood dripping from your busted lip.

"What a son of a bitch you are." you muttered hatefully. Mikey looked down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, soaking it in the blood that ran down his mouth. The girl who was on his motorcycle had gotten off and I went like hell. "How could you fall so low? Damn shit." Your anger was at excessive levels, although you let your boyfriend's lack of attention pass, certainly not this.

“Y/n,” he mumbled in a whisper, he turned his head to look at you completely regretful, “I…”

"Nothing, I don't need any explanation." You interrupted him, raising your voice. "What are you going to tell me? Was I giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation or what?..."

"No, no, I just... got carried away." he exclaimed plaintively, his voice expressing pity. "I'm sorry, forgive me, okay? It won't happen again..."

"Fuck you." You looked at him for the last time with true contempt, when you turned around and walked a few steps away you let out the tears that had been hitting you for a while. You brutally removed the drops that ran down your cheeks with your hands, regretting having noticed someone so stupid.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 Kazutora Hanemiya

The boy had stood you up. Nothing could take away the shame you had, you waited more than an hour and Kazutora never appeared.

After hundreds of text messages, your boyfriend had finally responded to you:

Kazutora

I'm late, Babe. See you at home?

But what... his mother's son. Thought. To tell you the truth, you weren't surprised. Kazutora always had things to do, many times she didn't arrive on time or simply forgot about her appointments.

You took your things and left the restaurant, you took a taxi to his house and went in immediately, it was raining and you didn't have an umbrella so you couldn't stay outside for long.

After entering you changed into your pajamas and tied a messy bun, you decided to sit on the couch next to the window to wait for Kazutora. You looked outside from time to time, waiting for him to arrive.

A vehicle stopped in front of his house, a color you didn't know so it wasn't one of his friends. Kazutora got off of him with the jacket on his back, holding it from his hand. Everything was fine until a girl with long hair came out from the back seats, grabbed your boyfriend and jumped on top of her to start kissing her. The long-haired guy, after wrapping his arm around her, returned the kiss with total enthusiasm.

Your brow furrowed little by little, you didn't believe what you were seeing. After a long while, the girl separated and got into the passenger seat, where Kazutora had gotten out. Your boyfriend, after shaking his hand goodbye, began to walk home. He didn't even notice your gaze from the window.

They kissed, no, several. Maybe... no, there was no justification. You were trying to find any excuse in your head, anything to not see him as cheating on you. You didn't want to believe it, despite being so rude to you for a long time, you loved him too much and you didn't want this to be real.

You left the side of the window, placing yourself on the sofa on the other side. Kazutora opened the door, whistling a tune you hated at the moment.

“Oh, you got there before me, Y/n” She was totally surprised when she saw you sitting in the dining room. You were crouched in place with your knees close to your chest.

"Yes, I arrived earlier." You mumbled with your voice somewhat broken. That did not go unnoticed by the boy, he stared at you from the entrance, wanting to study you.

"Something happens?" -He took a few steps closer to you, just standing next to you. "If it's because of the departure, I'm very sorry, I had a lot of work and I missed the time." He began his usual typical story. "And you know I can't use my cell phone while there." You nodded without looking at him, your eyes fixed on the wall in front of you. He reached out his hand and caressed the top of your head, when he leaned down to kiss you you found yourself speaking:

"Did they come to leave you?" You whispered against his distraught face. Kazutora sat next to you and after rubbing her leg on his pants a couple of times he began to speak.

"Yeah, some guys I met at work." He spoke calmly, "You...were you looking?" Kazutora looked at you out of the corner of his eye, a grimace settling on your face.

"Are you asking if I saw the girl who kissed you? I saw her perfectly." You whispered with genuine hatred. Your boyfriend closed his eyes and faced him, avoiding looking at you. "I didn't know your 'job' had to do with making out with strangers." You continued talking, every word hurt like hell. "So... all the times you stood me up it was because you were with other people having a good time, huh?"

"It's not what you think... I... I don't know what happened, it just jumped on me." He stammered between stutters. “I swear this is the only time it happens, I've never cheated on you.” When he brought his hand closer to yours you stood up, moving away from him.

It doesn't matter, I was stupid for not realizing it sooner." You gave an ironic laugh. "This isn't the first time you've done this... Since it won't be the last, I think it's better to end things right now."

"Wait..." Kazutora stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hands and trying to get you to come closer to him. "Forgive me, I didn't let myself, I was just shocked, I didn't think I would do that." more excuses and more and more. "You know I love you, it's not necessary to end our relationship because of this stupidity."

"Stupidity? Are you crazy or what the hell?" After giving him a push you separated from him completely, placing yourself on the other bank. "I'm telling you I'm breaking up with you, it's not a fucking question." You spoke determinedly, even with your trembling voice you tried to look firm. The boy opened his mouth, his hand extended again to reach you but he was left halfway, in the air.

You swallowed deeply and made your way past him to your bedroom, locking the door and trying to sleep. Kazutora slept on the couch. The next day you told him that he had to leave the house, after all you put more money into it than he did, it was practically your property. He agreed, then After that, they almost never met again, and when they saw each other you just acted as if he didn't exist, despite inside wanting to go hug him and forgive him for everything.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 Chifuyu Matsuno

It seemed crazy to you that your boyfriend invited you to live with him, well, with him and his cat.

You couldn't be happier, it was a very big step for your relationship and you still wanted to accept. Right now you were on your way there, to tell him the long-awaited answer.

In your hand was a collar that he had bought for his pet, a welcome gift perhaps.

After arriving at the apartment you went up in the elevator, you were with a too wide smile. Floor five, when you leave You found a not very pretty scenario.

Chifuyu and a girl kissing in the hallway, judging by what they were doing, they had lost the apartment or they were simply so eager that they didn't bother looking for it. Your hand was placed on the elevator doors so it wouldn't close, you looked at them but didn't get out of it.

You wanted him to see you, you wanted to see the look on his face that he had screwed up. And that happened when he looked behind the stranger's back, her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised. He quickly separated from the girl and you decided to let the elevator doors close.

"Y/n! Wait!" Chifuyu took a few steps towards you, you didn't see him again as the doors closed and he started to go down. Tears fell from your eyes without being able to avoid them, after reaching the first floor you immediately left the building, without even looking back.

You stopped walking when a hand grabbed your wrist, holding you back.

"Wait, honey... I..." You sniffed and wiped away your tears with your free hand. "Sorry, I screwed up, I swear it won't happen again." He murmured in pain. You turned a little to look at him, he had his eyes on his feet, he looked regretful. "Please don't break up with me."

"Do you think I'll act like nothing happened?" You exclaimed, giving him a dirty look. "I thought you were stupid but this is over me, we can't continue being boyfriend and girlfriend after seeing you cheating on me" you swallowed back a sob and stopped looking at him, you couldn't see him.

"Please don't leave me..." He moaned softly, as you could you got rid of his grip and before leaving, you smashed the collar that was for his pet on his chest. He looked at you hurt after seeing the gift, after a brief glance you turned around and walked again at a hasty pace.

You refused to see him again after that, Chifuyu had hurt you too much just by seeing a kiss with another girl, you didn't even want to imagine if you found him in another similar situation after even living with him. Your willpower was too much not to go to him. Without a doubt, it took you a long time to forget it, too much.

[yanderederee]

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝒜𝓁𝓁 ℳ𝒾𝓃𝑒

Manjiro sano x reader

cw: suicidal thoughts and attempt of. Yandere heavy.

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“Right now. You’re dead.”

Confused beyond belief, you’re stricken with shock. What was going on?

Right now, you were sitting in the hallway of the apartment you lived in by yourself. Yet, face to face with, what appeared to be, your ex boyfriend.

You slowly begin regaining sense of what happened just moments ago.

You recall the endless pit of helplessness you found yourself in after a night out with friends. A night meant to make you feel better from the daily stress of maintaining your life.

Yet all you’ve done is mask, pretend, fake smiles, and stroke the egos of everyone around you, just so someone would give you a shred of attention.

This constant facade of happiness; trying to pretend like cracks cornering your life had finally become unrepairable.

You were becoming more and more damaged as the days pass. And still, not a single person will bat their eye in your direction. Acknowledge that maybe you could use a shoulder to cry on, to rant to.

The fun night filled with fake smiles and empty giggles finally winded down, and once you returned home to your empty apartment, silence surrounding you…

It was time to stop pretending.

Face reality once again that at the end of the day.

You are alone.

As good as dead, until the next conceivable excuse to rope you out came around. Not because it was for your own sake, but to maintain appearances.

“Because we’re friends, right?”

When… was the last time you felt such a connection with another person?

The thought made you laugh and cry all the same. Shuffling further in to the empty space that was temporarily yours, you finally couldn’t talk yourself out of it any longer.

This was reality.

It had been a long time since the last real attempt you made at stifling your own life. The tools were always at your disposal in waiting, waiting.

You were finally successful this time. Ready to finally commit to escaping the never ending cycle of inadequacy and inconvenience.

By now, you should be…

“…Dead.”

The words woke you again from the haze.

Were you?

“It’s okay. You’re dead now. You don’t have to worry about anything, ever again.” The soothing voice promised you so, so sweetly.

Your feint heartbeat and burning eyes proved this point false.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly. Calmly.

“Because you’re mine.” He answered as easily as it was to breathe.

“Why did you stop me?” You croaked, fresh tears rolling down your face.

“… because you’re mine.” Manjiro repeated slower this time.

Shit. You cried, huddling in on yourself, unable to suppress the tremors that overcame you. There was nothing left you had to say to him.

“It’s okay,” he shushed you, forcibly handling you into his embrace, holding your shaking form tightly. “You won’t have to worry about anything, ever again..”

What kind of sense did that make, you had initially thought. As long as you breathe, you will never be satisfied going on. Continuously maintaining a facade of a person; never truly living.

Having no strength left to fight him off you, or any will to do so to begin with, you curled up into the little bit of warmth he offered, and cried. Heavily, without shame. For so long, you hadn’t even realized, you had cried yourself to sleep.

…

You would soon understand, that he was right; You Were Dead.

When you awoke, the surrounding memories of your old life were gone; as though permanently erased. No childhood photos or memories. No dangly earrings of cute designs.

A new life laid out before you. One where you needn’t put on appearances, now that you never made an appearance to anyone at all.

Because Manjiro only ever wanted you; the genuine, authentic, broken, you.

Time became constructive, as it primarily was. Days blurred. The sun rose and fell again, and again, and again.

The only thing that mattered, or changed, was when Mikey was and was not present.

Though the things surrounding you were expensive, quality, and plush, the only thing with genuine warmth, was him.

You were dead; the only presence of life being Manjiro’s own dead eyes, the same ones that lit up like stars, as if he were a child again, when he saw you in all your pitiful glory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he would smile. The only thing that brought the him or you any sense of life, was eachother.

Two broken halves that became whole once together. That was all you were, and all he was, anymore.

And still, you can’t see how death would be any better. For at least here, you needed only for the one who needed you.

art credit:@110mandarin

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

when you’re sad about the state of the world and the fact that it’s gonna get even worse and also it’s officially holiday season and you’re grieving so you listen to hadestown but then stupid fucking gay people ruin the mood

[kkurisuac]

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

Sypnosis: a suicidal girl meets the boy who saved her

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Fem!Reader

Warning: depression, suicide

It's cold. I'm cold. I can't breathe. Someone is talking, but I don't understand what. My eyes are so heavy.

My head hurts. It's so hard to breathe. Where am I? Why is everything white here? This is definitely a hospital, but what am I doing here?

"Are you awake?" asked a boy with long black hair. I raised my eyes to him and suddenly everything came to me. I wanted to commit suicide. But even that didn't work.

"Are you feeling okay?" he continued to ask, but I just started looking at the ceiling.

I remember now. I walked into the sea to drown. I wasn't fully conscious anymore, I almost made it, but someone lifted me out of the water. I don't remember completely, but I felt someone holding me and trying to wake me up with no success. So that would be the boy.

"Why did you save me?" I asked him the question, not very nicely.

"Because you were drowning?!"

"That was the point."

"Oh, well, sorry I didn't let you die, next time I'll watch from a distance." he said wryly.

"You'd be doing a favour for me."

"You're welcome by the way, no thanks necessary." he left me alone. Of course, let me be the one to blame.

I just want to be dead already.

I was discharged from the hospital and went home, where I was immediately yelled at for where I was. No, they didn't ask me where I was, how I was. Again, the point was not to ruin the family's reputation.

"Why can't you behave yourself? Look at your sister, she'd never do that!" shouted Dad.

"She studies normally, she works, she helps your mother at home, she does voluntary work and she's smart and pretty too. But that's less true of you." he continued to shout at me.

"Tell Y/n where were you last night?"

"I wanted to commit suicide." I declared, and my father laughed at me.

"Y/n how many times do I have to tell you not to draw attention to yourself like that! Follow your sister and believe me everyone will know about you."

Enough. Stop it.

I refused to listen any longer to how much better my sister was, so I went to my room instead.

I looked in the mirror and saw the same girl I saw every day. The girl I want to kill because her existence is useless. She'll never be good enough for anyone because she's an insignificant little girl. She's not even pretty, she's not smart, she doesn't stand out, she's not even average. Her parents don't like her, then others even more so. No one would even notice if she died.

I went down to my family's for dinner and hoped to get away with all kinds of bullshit today. But a night like this only exists in my dreams, because I'm the target of the whole family.

"Y/n you're not having this for dinner tonight." Mom said like she was normal.

"What? Why?" I asked, because I didn't understand what was going on.

"You've put on a few pounds lately so you can't be seen in public. You need to lose a few kilos."

"Look at your sister's beautiful figure. If you ate normally and exercised, you could be as beautiful as your sister."

Enough. Stop saying that.

Since I was in no mood for anything, I went back to my room and listened to music.

Why was I born? What have I done to be treated like this? Why doesn't my own family love me? Why am I alive?

"Miss, would you like some dinner?" knocked one of the maids.

"Aren't my parents having dinner or something?" I asked, because I don't normally get that question.

"Your parents and your sister are eating at a restaurant today. And they asked me to give you this." he handed me a little piece of paper with Dad's handwriting on it.

'We're off to celebrate your sister's graduation, we won't be home till late. Learn, so that next time we celebrate you.'

My father is so nice. They left me out of this one too. Not so surprising, I think.

I wanted to kill myself for two weeks. It's time to try again, maybe this time I'll succeed.

Walking down the dark street, waiting for a car to come and hit me. First and last time I would finally get lucky.

"You again?!" a motorbike stopped in front of me. Right in front of me, so I didn't even get a scratch.

"I can't die because of you again?!" I saddened.

"Alright, why do you want to die so badly?" he asked rather nervously.

"It's none of your business."

"Where are you going now? To hang yourself? Or what will you try next?"

"That's a good idea. I'm going to get some rope."

Taking my hand, he wouldn't let me take a step.

"Let go of me. Don't interfere with my suicide attempt."

"Why would a girl like you want to die? And answer me normally!" he squeezed my hand a little.

"Don't take your anger out on me." I took my hand away. I wanted to end the conversation, but he stopped me.

"You want to take your anger out with me instead of committing suicide?"

"I'd rather be suicidal." I replied without thinking. "But before that, it doesn't sound bad. What are we going to do?"

When I agreed I hadn't fully thought it through, but I felt that there could be no harm in it, after all, I was leaving this world anyway.

"Are we really going to set a car on fire? How legal is that?" "Not at all" he handed me a match. I was a little unsure about what we were doing, but it seemed exciting to do it.

As soon as the boy said I could do it I dropped the match and the car started burning nicely. I had no idea it would feel so liberating.

"I am Baji Keisuke."

"Y/n."

"Now that we've committed a crime together, will you tell me why you want to die?" he looked at me seriously. Sighing heavily, I gave in and quickly began to summarize my life.

"I'm an accidental child raised by a foster woman because my parents put work first and I found out at a young age how untalented I am, unlike my sister. She's good at everything, really. She dances, she studies, she works, she competes, she volunteers, she's beautiful, she's smart, she has everything to be perfect. But I'm not. That's it." I was satisfied with that, but as I could see Baji is not satisfied.

"Every day I'm told how much better my sister are, that I'm useless, that nobody cares about me. They always compare me to my sister. Today, for example, they went to celebrate my sister's birthday, leaving me at home to study. It's terrible to be born into a rich family where fame comes first." I finished.

Baji sat in silence for a while waiting for me to speak.

"Is that reason enough to commit suicide?"

"No. It may be bad now, but if you commit suicide, you will never know what the future would have been. You might meet someone close to you who will help you realize how wonderful you are."

"We just set a random car on fire, how did you get so serious now?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"Hey, don't laugh at me." he said to me.

"I've never thought about the future."

"Then maybe now would be a good time."

"And tell me, can you help? I mean, save me when I'm about to commit suicide?" I asked, completely serious, and he agreed

"You told me not to commit suicide because I never know what the future holds. It's a bit ironic, isn't it Baji?"

"I came to your grave, not the other way around." I put the flower down in front of him.

"Six months ago you saved me when I needed it. Why didn't you let me save you too? Why did you commit suicide? That was my role."

"Thank you for saving me every time, but tell me I can commit suicide now? I'm not interested in a future that doesn't include you. Baji, I want to be with you." I wiped my eyes, but my tears didn't stop for a moment.

It was because of him that I had been able to survive so far, but he chose to go ahead. However, I can't leave him alone, so it's time to go after him.

[wonderinc-sonic]

Unsure if this is a cook or a burn tbh

[paper-materialz]

Colored manga panel from Tokyo Revengers ch 178

[lilypatchkins]

Who do I need to pay to get someone to draw smiley and angry in these outfits

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Kisaki and the pursuit of love to fill the lack of it

Manga spoilers

When Takemichi finally gets to confront Kisaki ; he gets his answer as to why Kisaki did all of what he did. And like Takemichi, we get angry and confused. Is this selfish childish reason really why he did all of that ? And the answer is yes, obviously. But it’s not that shallow, nor is it Wakui being lazy.

He wanted Hinata’s love.

Did he ? From what we learn from his and Hinata’s flashbacks, Kisaki was considered ‘creepy’ and ‘heartless’ by other children. Hinata was the only one to talk to him (and willingly!) and saw him as a good kid – even after they stopped seeing each others. She wholeheartedly believes Kisaki is a good person and that he and Takemichi would get along and is shocked when Takemichi tells her Kisaki’s part of a gang, saying “No way ! It doesn’t suit him !”. Which is the direct opposite of how Takemichi, and we the readers, react. “Kisaki, a good guy… ? There’s no way. He’s the inhuman bastard that killed Hina. “

Kisaki’s “Hinata would definitely liked a prodigy like me” isn’t that much an implausible way of thinking (for a child lacking love). Why would Hinata interact with him if she didn’t love him ? It couldn’t be just because she was a nice person, nobody else interacted with him. It didn’t seem like it was out of pity either. They even walked home together and were neighbourgs. It’s a very simple-minded thought – but Kisaki didn’t know better, and never got to. After all, he’s antagonized since the start by most characters, including the protagonist whom we readers follow, and the narrative. For good reasons, yes. But instead of trying to stop everything he planned, it would’ve been a lot more effective to learn about him, to get close to him, and not as to gain informations to use later to win, but in a way to actually form a deep, meaningful, true friendship with him. Because Kisaki doesn’t have friends. Mikey’s a pawn. Hanma’s a pawn. Izana’s a pawn. And they all know it – they accepted Kisaki’s scheems because they had something to gain for it. They’re all relationship built on a deal : I gain something I want and you gain something you wish in return. Mikey wants darkness to consume him, and wants Kisaki to be that part of him (his moon – which btw, good nod to the Pierrot/Kisaki comparaison) whereas Kisaki wants to be Japan #1 delinquent and he needs Mikey’s charisma to do so; Hanma wants his world to stop being so dull and Kisaki gives him that, he makes Hanma’s life as colorful as a circus (once again, the Pierrot/Kisaki comparaison never stops, Wakui really wants you to know his vilain is a clown) and Kisaki needs a pawn who would do everything he asks – and a pawn he can put the blame on ; Izana needs Kisaki to ‘satisfy his heart with his malice’ and to gift him a depressed/grieving Mikey he can ‘tame’ whereas Kisaki needs Izana to get to Mikey even after the Christmas incident and Emma’s murder. So yeah, not friends. Acquaintances ; business partners at best. Hinata then remains the only person who willingly went to talk to him out of kindness and nothing else, she didn’t have any motives.

So Kisaki clings on her. The idea of her. Somebody being nice to him. When nobody else does, nobody else ever did. Does he do anything to deserve kindness ? Why would he need to deserve kindness ? Since when is kindness deserved ? He plans a lot of messed up things, but until Baji’s death, none of them succeeds. Then again, would’ve being kind to him prevented all of what he plotted ? And again, he started being a delinquent solely because Takemichi was one.

Stalking Takemichi already wasn’t a good sign, but that didn’t necessarily mean Kisaki would one day become a merciless murderer. But then Takemichi said he’d be the top delinquent in Japan which prompted Kisaki to research about them and what it meant to be one. Because if Hinata loves Takemichi and Takemichi plans on becoming Japan #1 delinquent, then Kisaki becoming Japan #1 delinquent will make Hinata loves him. She has to. He believes in it so hard, he doesn’t even try to reconnect with her even as a childhood acquaintance during the years it takes him to reach to the top. No, he reaches the top and straight away go ask Hinata in marriage. And the moment she rejects him – even though he’s Japan #1, even though he did everything to undoubtedly gain her love, even though Takemichi isn’t there anymore – he has her killed. Because the only person in his life who has been kind to him, wasn’t anymore and he, after a decade of doing everything he thoughts he has to do to gain her love, couldn’t deal with it. That’s how Takemichi ‘betrayed’ him – Takemichi became his model, a hero, and yet he took the only thing good in his life away (without even being aware of it).

Kisaki doesn’t see himself as a victim – he’s very aware of everything he does. He manipulates, he kills, he doesn’t have an ounce of remorse about it… Yet, he still calls himself a Pierrot. And Pierrot is defined by his unrequited love for Columbine who herself loves Harlequin (who loves Columbine back) which makes him a sad clown. Pierrot is also naive, light-hearted and trustworthy. Which is definitely not Kisaki as a delinquent, but may have been Kisaki in his childhood.

Takemichi only starts to think of him as a human being and not an ‘inhuman bastard’ after his death. Takemichi wants to face him again, because he actually wants to get to know Kisaki. Even if he hates him with everything he has. The talk they had was too short.

At the end of the day, does that change the fact it was incredibly selfish and childish ? No. But Tokyo Revengers is based upon relationships and the impact people have in other people’s life so for it to have its main antagonist have no meaningful relationship at all, and it being the reason why he turned out that way, makes perfect sense. (it’s also the same with Izana who didn’t think he had anyone until the end where he realizes he did, he does, Taiju who thought he only had his siblings to realize he actually technically didn’t have anyone, Hanma whom we don’t see close to anyone but Kisaki (and that means something), Kazutora who found himself with only Baji at some point, and even Sanzu who obsesses over Mikey because in his mind he can’t rely on anyone else anymore – but all of them at least had someone in some way)

Edit: In the Final Timeline, this lack of meaningful relationship that Kisaki has ceases to exist. He becomes friend with Takemichi, Mikey, Toman.. And so he has no reason to obsess over Hinata

His vision of Hinata and their relationship most likely came from his idea of how reality works - a very stereotypical one. They're both childhood friends and then they'll fall in love and he'll go to work and she'll be a housewife and he'll be like everyone else, he'll achieve what everybody else has and/or he will copy his parents/what japanese society (and not only it) deemed a 'normal family'. They'll have one or two kids and it'll be the way it has always been.

Kisaki doesn't know much about interpersonal relationships, so he has a very stereotypical vision of them

[mad-hunts]

thinking about barton doing baby talk to his kids, even though he was eighteen when marcy gave birth to both matilda + louis and thus was a COMPLETELY different person, is honestly both super surreal to me and also surprisingly... sort of makes sense. because barton can NOT bring himself to be mean around babies; i mean at all, and this man loved his kids so much, which 😭 well — let me just say that his behavior has greatly changed since then, to say the least. though barton still believes he loves them in his 'own way'

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I’m not OKAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

this might be the last season :((

ik we are getting bonten mikey & kanto arc

excited to see senju & south too

but it’s ending oml, Tokyo revengers is so important to me I can’t 🙁

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i feel like there is almost no one left that write about tokrev 😭😭 there was a few of them before tho 😶 wdy think about it???

hi nonnie !! yeah, i agree a lot of writers have moved on to other fandoms or left completely </3 but i do think there are some people who still want to write for tr but are hesitant, because writing for a dead/dying fandom is sometimes disheartening because of the lack of engagement

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april fools has come and fucking gone and it’s still another year without the witcher twitter acting like valdo marx hacked the account. devastating

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Wedding Dress || T. Mitsuya

A young man hums along with the radio, a measuring tape around his neck a bright pin cushion strapped on his wrist like a bracelet. His eyes were focused on the masterpiece before him, gently handling the fabric and carefully placing down pins in the right places.

“ This will look perfect “ He mutters, lips curving up in a small smile.

Mitsuya Takashi, a world-renowned fashion designer who completely swept the entire fashion industry and the world off its feet. Not only was he talented and good-looking, but the confidence and humbleness he portrayed are also what made people love him even more.

However that wasn’t it all, it was also because he was the youngest to ever achieve this height of accomplishments within a short amount of time. A young bachelor. Sought by many ladies and men.

“ Should I put rose patterns or daisies? “ He wonders. She looks good in anything either way. He thought. Grabbing the notebook with different lace patterns and types of fabric inside.

Just the thought of Y/N wearing his handmade wedding dress gives him all sorts of feelings. He feels like he could pull a cartwheel on the spot, although his back has been having problems lately. He feels like giggling and kicking his feet randomly as if he was still in high school.

Seriously, how could one person make him feel intoxicated and yet cured of all sickness at the same time?

“ Mr. Mitsuya, Miss L/n is waiting by the lobby.” His assistant said on the phone.

“ let her in, “

Mitsuya Takashi is a great guy, with talents and looks, and fame. He’s a confident guy with a righteous mind. Though he’s a pacifist, he wouldn’t hesitate to get in trouble if his friends and family get hurt.

He hears the familiar clicks of heels, knowing fully well who they belonged to, he stands up and attempts to fix his messy workstation. Fumbling around like the lovesick fool he was, the door opens and the most dazzling woman enters the room.

“ Takashi? Long time no see! “ She greets, a warm smile on her lips as she gives him a hug. The same old welcoming and lovely energy she gave off the first time she entered his life.

He hugs her back, burying his face into her hair to hide the silly grin on his face. She smells warm and fuzzy. He thought.

Mitsuya was glad that she was finally back from her travels, safe and sound with all her limbs intact and no slight hint of mental insanity. It was weird when you put it that way but that’s just how he was. A worrywart of a person, turning into a mother hen at the slightest sight of injury.

“ I’m glad to see you, how was your trip? “ He asks.

She brightens up at his question, breaking away from the hug that he desperately wanted to chase after. Mitsuya guides her to a chair, one that he specifically ordered as her exclusive seat. A chair that no one, not even his closest friends were allowed to sit on.

“ I watched Mikey’s bike race! I was actually surprised that the competition was being held in Brazil, Good thing Mikey snagged me a nice seat with a great view of the race– “ She rambles on, Mitsuya wasn't really listening, well, he was but the sound of her voice got him lost in his thoughts.

“--kid challenged me to a dance challenge! It was kinda hilarious too since I ain’t backing down from a challenge! ” Y/n had a habit of talking with her hands, imitating the sound of objects or even animals to further explain the story well. 

Cute. he thought.

Mitsuya was a great listener and he also gives great advice. Along with his extremely long patience, gentleness, and thoughtfulness, it was not a surprise that he was popular with girls and boys. 

His thoughts were interrupted when Y/n stares in awe at her side. He knew what she was looking at, he always did. “ Would you like to take a closer look? “ and god was he so glad to ask her that when he received a bashful look of hesitance from her.

“ Can I really? I–I mean it still looks incomplete and I might accidentally spoil the fun! “ She says to which Mitsuya chuckled.

“ N/n, it's yours. You’re free to look at it, and I think it’s better to see it now. Who knows, you might hate the design after all, “

“ Nonsense! “ She exclaims in exasperation, “ How could I possibly hate your designs? They’re extremely beautiful! “ 

A soft smile painted his lips,” Is that so? Well, you can still check it out just in case “ 

Both of them stood, Mitsuya watched her as she softly walked towards the mannequin with an almost complete wedding dress. Her footsteps were light as if she was approaching a fragile art piece.

Her eyes twinkled with admiration. Something that Mistuya adored along with her other antics such as laughing like a maniac when she pranks someone. His lilac eyes stared at her, etching her face to his mind as if he hadn’t seen her in years.

She glides her hand by the hem of the skirt, “ So pretty, “ Y/n mutters.

“ Isn’t it? “ she asks, smiling graciously at the white dress.

“ Yeah, “ Mitsuya agrees, eyes still focused on her. “ Really pretty, “

“ Do you think I’d look as pretty once I wear it? “ 

I made that with you in mind. “ Of course, you will “ You’ve always been pretty.

A short laugh escapes from her, “ Then I’m glad, I’ll wear this proudly. “ She grins, showing off her now perfectly aligned teeth deprived of braces.

How could someone be this lovely? 

“ I hope, Mikey thinks so too, “ An adoring smile on her face. Mitsuya freezes but recovered in no time.

He purses his lips, swallowing down the disgusting bitter taste on his tongue, “ I’m sure he will, “ He replies calmly.

Mitsuya was popular.

Y/n laughs at the thought of her soon-to-be husband, “ He better does, I’ll kick his ass otherwise, “

Mitsuya was loved by many.

“ As you should, “

Mitsuya was a successful young man, sought by many people. And yet he can’t have the one person he’d ever love so much with his entire heart at stake.

Y/n turns to look at Mitsuya, “ You better attend my wedding okay? Can’t have my best friend be left out on one of my happiest days! “ 

His eyes soften, holding back the regret and tears. He bites the inside of his cheek, “ Of course, I’ll be there “

With how he always watched her, he wasn't really surprised when her eyes didn't look at him with the same affection as she did with manjiro. He always knew, yet the bitter taste still hasn't faded.

Her wedding, with me not as her groom, but the friend who designed her wedding dress.

[tr-mha-fan]

Anybody know a good, depressing anime/manga?

i feel the urge to read something real depressing. I've already read Tokyo Revengers, Toilet Bound Hanako-kun, and My Hero Academia.... I need more! Please give me recommendations!

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