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A Note on Kawaki

I just need to get this off my chest by shouting into the void.

I see so many comments like ‘ew Kawaki is obsessed with Naruto’ or ‘Kawaki is Naruto’s stalker’ etc all with so many likes etc. These comments really fucking grate on me.

Are we really surprised that Kawaki, a child who has been repeatedly, physically and mentally abused, a child who has been fucking sold and experimented on, a child who has never known the kindness/love/affection of a family. A child who has only ever had a reason to be terrified of adult men. Is so attached to the one father figure that has treated him with kindness, walked him through his ptsd, told him for the first time in his life that he is safe? Are we really fucking shocked people??? Come on….

I just don’t understand why people are like ohh this is weird, why is he so attached…It’s so unbelievably obvious why - makes me really question the media literacy of a very large number of people….anyway rant over, I think the way people over-look Kawaki’s past is criminal.

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Kaiju No 8 is back!!

Meaning I’m going to be waving the tiny Aoi x Haruichi flag in a sea of a million more popular ships.

Already obsessed with them in Hoshina’s Day Off because what do you mean they were planning a cute little camping trip together 😭🥰

LOOK AT THEM SHOPPING FOR A CAMP STOVE!!! Look at Haruichi imagining their romantic little starlit evening (and bloody hysterical that Aoi thought it would be survivalist camping 😅)

Soooo romantic guys, they’re adorable and I love them and please someone who has been in the fandom longer tell me they have a ship name? If they don’t that’s diabolical and they need one 🥲

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New season means I’m back on my obsession with these two - who don’t have a ship name? Anyone know it if they do?

Look at them 🥰

Love how they’re just always together already…

Even in cut scenes or flashes - just always in each others space 🥰

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I'm not the only one who ships them right, I'm not the only one who's down so bad with these two right???????

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Has anyone done this before? I felt like it fit

Praying for kn8 season 2 to abduct more people into the IhaReno club 🙏🏻

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The headbutt reminded me of cats, so enjoy these dumbass doodles of Ihareno as meow meows lol 🩷🩵

I really need to draw more Ihareno stuff...

🧃This is my work, Reposting w/o credit & Using for ai is PROHIBITED

🧃X/Tiktok/Insta/Reddit/Pinterest: Kaijuice_Z

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Tattoos

Dead. David reminds himself as he stares at the picture, knuckles bone-white around the neck of a whiskey bottle. Dead.

He drags his gaze over the image making short mental notes, cropped, brown hair. Whiskey sears the back of his throat, brown eyes. His teeth sink into his tongue, huge, he swallows the taste of copper as his eyes catch on the markings that wrap up the man’s arms. Thick, black lines marked with sharp, inked spikes coil endlessly up corded muscle. Dangerous.

David’s seen the damage the real stuff can do. Remembers, years ago, stumbling across the body of a young doe. Its leg had got caught in the wire, it had fought tirelessly but its struggle had only pressed the barbs deeper, hooking them further into its flesh, scraping sharp points against bone, until it had become inextricably trapped. It must have hung there for hours, bloody, panting and broken, until its life had finally slipped away.

Andrew.

He swallows the acid clawing at his throat. Reaches out to chase it back down with his favourite poison, freezes as his eyes catch black flames. They lick up his skin, twisting and twining. Just like the wire on the dead man. The bottle falls to the floor with a thunk, curling fumes burn his nose.

A memory, sharp and clear, forces its way through his whiskey haze. Andrew’s hazel eyes slightly widening, his breath barely catching, as David reaches toward him. It’s almost nothing, but it’s enough for David to freeze. It’s silent until Andrew’s gaze shutters, then he lets his eyes trail up David’s bare arms and in a cold, bored voice he says ‘your tattoos are fucking ugly,’ before pushing himself off the counter, with the bottle David had been reaching to confiscate, and slamming the front door on his way out.

David had brushed it off as nothing. Now there’s a physical twisting in his gut that’s agonising. The memory replays, black flames, eyes widen, doors slam again and again and again. David presses his fingertips in hard as he grips his head, hoping the pain will help counter his building rage.

David stares at the dead man on the page and wishes he could kill him.

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Why doesn’t anyone talk about this?

This panel is so so painful. Aki is often the voice of reason in the manga/the one pulling the dumb faces making jokes.

This panel shows a completely different and painful side of his life.

‘Any means necessary’

‘Almost everyone asked for something in return’

‘I did things I can’t even joke about’

These words coupled with him shirtless and curled in on himself, I just want to protect him. I think this glimpse into his hidden life explains (but in no way excuses) his actions with Haruki.

I think he sees sex as something people take, something they want, something he has to do. I think aki himself has been in situations where he felt like he had to do it regardless of his own feelings.

He’s so ashamed of himself in this panel and all I want to do is tell him he’s not worthless and those people that ‘wanted something in return’ for giving a bed to a teenager desperate for a place to shelter are the worthless ones.

Anyway sorry for ranting, we are always saying protect haruki/mafuyu but aki needs protecting too!

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He Can’t…

There’s a corpse at his back. She’s humming in his ear. She’ll be ok.

He can’t breathe.

He’s shoved against a wall, a man’s hand trails his chest, a knee is shoved between his thighs, he tries to push back. Stop, god please.

He can’t move.

He reaches for the ball, the saccharine scent hits his throat. Thick fingers tighten around his wrist and pull, whose? Mama, Papa? Too late. Help.

He can’t think.

But…

He can hear?

‘Xiaoshi, hey, Xiaoshi,’ Guang?

He can feel. Knees press to cool concrete. Fingertips dig into his skull, bone cracks at each pressure point, fault lines spread, cracked earth? cracked bone? Am I dying? She’s still humming, he’s still touching, they’re still dragging. Shit. It won’t stop. It won’t.

‘STOP,’ it’s wrecked and ragged, his throat is raw. Hands around his wrists lift to pull his own from his head, wait his wrists…no, too late, help.

‘Xiaoshi,’ louder this time.

‘Guang?’

A sigh. ‘Yes, are you with me?’

He knows this, ‘yes,’ a partial lie, he’s still pressed against a wall, the man’s humming? Is that right or? No, no, a child’s crying? No, someone’s crying? I’m crying? His vision’s swimming.

Guang loosens his grip on another sigh, he catches it, he always does, ‘Xiaoshi?’ silver eyebrow slightly raised, ‘ok, ok, not fully but it’s fading,’ he mumbles slumping forward trusting Guang to catch him.

The man envelopes him, holds him loosely against his chest and breathes, deep and slow. Xiaoshi mimics, he can do this, it’s routine. ‘Do we need to take a break?’ Guang whispers, hand soothing at his back.

Xiaoshi knows what he’ll say, it’s always the same, but sometimes, his voice cracks a little on the answer.

‘No I have to help them, I’m fine,’ another sigh ruffles his hair ‘no you’re not,’ is the muffled reply, as Guang tilts his head, and presses his lips to his forehead for a moment.

As his pulse slows Guang helps him to the couch, tucks him into his corner, and then, as per their morbid ritual, asks ‘tea?’ and in less than a heartbeat, Xiaoshi recites, ‘yea, thanks.’

‘You’re welcome,’ the man turns and pads towards the kitchen.

Xiaoshi curls further into the couch, eyes trained on the ceiling.

He can breathe.

He can move.

He can think.

He can…still hear her humming.

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lu guang, i'm sorry. save... them.

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Lu Guang’s phone passcode being Cheng Xiaoshi’s death date will never not fuck me up

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its the fucking signature dead wife scene

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Haven’t managed to watch yet but so excited to see these two again - can’t escape the doomed white haired x dark haired duos

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So in love with Link Click's season 2 opening ❤️

If you haven't seen this donghua yet, I highly recommend it!

It's SO GOOD and it will break your heart!