#yandere tg story

[thewolfpackwrites]

This was drawn with heavy reference from some amazing fanart, but this supposed to be Hide at age 29 at the ending of TG.

Medicine has gone far but he's still missing his lips and he relies on his voice prosthesis which is hidden under the turtleneck. His face is asymmetrical as a result of Kaneki eating and impairing a muscle on the left side. Things like the eyebrows, the eyelids, and cheek-mouth muscles are less expressive/responsive but it's not too debilitating. He's also still missing some teeth.

His extra versions above are for our alter, it's a long story but tl;dr for some reason he's an unhinged yandere and he fucking BITES. You'll learn about him in the fanfic "Collared". He styled his hair back to the one he's had when Kaneki ate him because he's sentimental and mentally stuck back there.

[yanderetolove]

Name/nickname: Xitomyth

Age: 31

Birthday: 11/25/1991

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual (straight)

Pronouns: He/Him

Yandere or non-yandere:

Non-Yandere with a few yandere tendencies (soft yandere maybe?)

What you like:

A good story, Yanderes, Intelligence, Learning new things, sketching, gaming, movies, reading, etc. J Fashion… Ask if you want specifics.

What you dislike:

Heights 😖, arrogance, beets, bees, mornings, etc…

Age range in a partner: 22 - 38

Are you poly? Absolutely Not!

Your idea of a "perfect" partner:

Intelligent, elegant, loyal, has some darkness to her, into some kind of J Fashion, preferably longer hair, some one I can talk to about anything, some one I can trust to have my back... Ideally a woman with a voice that doesn’t hurt (I’m sensitive to sound). A caretaker of sorts. I’m a switch and have a high tolerance to pain so I’m adaptable…

Your deal breakers: closed mindedness

Contact information:

IG: xitomyth

TG: @Xitomyth

Discord: Xitomyth #5917

Email: xitomyth91@gmail.com

Extra(s):

I’m a redhead and a mechanical engineer. I love a good story and a challenge! I also have my own scars… I do need something of a care taker for the current moment due some health issues, nothing major, but I could use the help…

[tiaragqueen]

Ok so i think my request for Kaneki/Haise x yandere female s/o was eaten xD my idea was.. ANGST! If possible .. :x And about an s/o who has unrequited feeling for him since their childhood and after seeing that he's got a family now, she's left deeply brokenhearted by it that she couldnt take it and she tries to end her life but failed and TRIES to kill Kaneki and Touka instead. But ill leave it to you. Whatever you think is better for the scenario. Tysm! xxxxx

Fallout

✂ Pairing: Kaneki Ken x Yandere! Ghoul! Reader

✂ Word Count: 985

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, suicide attempt, violence, blood

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Oh, man. I hope this is angsty enough. I listened to many sad songs just to immerse myself in it and I might’ve gotten carried away.

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“Don’t you know I’ve always loved you, even before there was time. Though you turn away, I’ll tell you still. Don’t you know I’ve always loved you, and I always will.” - I’ve Always Loved You [Third Day]

Your hand shook as you pointed the tip of quinque to your other wrist. You didn’t know what possessed you to grab it after a heated battle with some investigators in the past, but you understood its function now.

After all, what was the point of living when you couldn’t be with the person you loved?

Gritting your teeth, you clenched the shard and tried to pierce the skin. You needed to do it quickly, swiftly, because otherwise it’d regenerate and you had to gather another painful wave of courage.

But you couldn’t do it, no matter how hard you tried. It wasn’t that easy to kill yourself as you did to other people. It wasn’t that easy to slice your own skin the same way you sliced people’s flesh. It wasn’t that easy to watch the blood flow from your body the same way you saw people bled to death.

It wasn’t that easy, and that was why it sucked, knowing that you had to live another day of pure loneliness and envy. It sucked knowing that your childhood crush had moved on from you and created his own family, although you never once confessed to him.

Still, would it be too much to ask for him to notice you? Just for once?

And the answer was yes. Yes, it was too much to ask because he, just like you, was shy and would rather hide his feelings from discerning eyes. If confronted, he’d probably beat around the bush instead. That served to prove just how kind he was in dealing with feelings. Kind, not honest.

Then again, he’d never loved you, hadn’t he?

Bowing, you tossed the shard away and hid your tear-stained face under your hands. It was useless, you couldn’t do it. You could never do it. What was the point in trying something when you knew you’d fail anyway? The survival instinct was too great for you to curb, and there was still a small part of you that hoped maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe you could still fix some things to make him see your true, unadulterated feelings. Maybe you could even turn his attention towards you and forget that woman.

The time seemed to slow as a malevolent smile slowly cracked and shattered your defeated mien. Yes, you could do that. You were a ghoul, after all. You were no longer the same fragile human who relied on other people to handle your problems and protect you. You were different now; stronger and tougher. You were certain you could take his wife down. If your memory served you right, ukaku was weak against koukaku.

Fortunately, your target was the only one in the house.

Kicking the door down, you scanned the room for her existence. You didn’t have to wait long, however, because Touka soon appeared with her kakugan activated.

“Who are you?!” she snarled, body tensed in a flight or fight mode.

You didn’t answer and opted to smirk instead. “So, this is the King’s wife, huh? Quite pretty, might I say.” Your smirk widened in response to her colder glare. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to live any longer, though.”

“What the hell do you mean–?”

Touka promptly dodged your thrust, but not quick enough to avoid a small scratch on her cheek. Hissing, she manifested her ukaku and started shooting spike-like projectiles in your direction. You smiled and leaped backward, essentially bringing the fight outside. There weren’t any people in the neighborhood, strangely enough, but it was good. Nobody would become collateral damage, and you hated dragging the innocents to your battles.

Large cracks and crystallized kagune deformed the once smooth ground and busted the neighboring houses. It was obvious the longer you both fought, the more exhausted you seemed. And yet, you persisted and kept attempting to stab her to no avail. Her agile movements and light kagune ensured she evaded your strikes easily. Have you been underestimating her or have you been weakening? 

It couldn’t be it… right? You’d worked your way to become an S rank ghoul, and you’d devoured ghouls before. Your hands had been repeatedly stained by the death of investigators and ghouls alike. You’d spent days and nights training relentlessly so you wouldn’t have to depend on anyone else again.

No, it wasn’t because you were weak or anything embarrassing like that. It was because–

“Touka-chan!”

– She was his wife.

Kaneki rushed to her aid while you landed a few meters away from them, watching the way he examined her body for any sign of injury. And her daughter, sweet little Ichika that you only saw from the pictures your association had given you, fussed over her well-being. She finally noticed your reticent being, and that was when you realized just how… similar she looked to him. Same hair color, same innocent face, same large eyes.

She resembled Kaneki so much it physically hurt you to see her any longer.

“[N-Name]-chan? Is that… is that you?” Your melancholic eyes glided to his dilated ones, a hand clutching your constricting chest. Kaneki gaped at your disheveled state, and you wondered if there was anything positive behind that expression. If he was happy to meet you again as you’d always imagined.

He probably didn’t, the pessimistic voice within you said. Who would be happy to see their old friend harming their lover? Shoulders slumped, you lowered your gaze sadly once the consequences of your rash actions sunk in. Did he hate you now? Was he going to avenge her now?

Was he going to hurt you like he always did with his obliviousness?

There was no answer to that. You didn’t allow yourself the closure you so desperately needed because you immediately spun and fled. Tears flowed from your eyes as you jumped from one building to another, unaware of the hand that yearned to touch you again.

[manaosdeuwu]

i am going through it lads

[hamliet]

Some thoughts on Yanderes. Most Yanderes are, in a certain way, very loving. They love deeply. Intensely. Overwhelmingly. It's wonderful, except - almost by definition, a Yandere doesn't understand how to love healthily. To see them try to learn is painful (because they're gonna do Bad Things at first). BUT. It's also heartwarming to see the Yandere who succeeds in their own precious, broken way. Maybe that's what makes Yanderes so appealing.

Yeah. TBH, Palm Siberia is perhaps the best example of a yandere imo, in that she basically breaks down that trope and is a beautiful character with a great arc of her own. 

I strongly, strongly, strongly dislike the trope as it is often used, which is to say, it’s kind of like LOL look at the crazy lady. Because that absolutely reeks of  misogyny. For example, I still am very unhappy with how TG treated Mutsuki, who was born female (I actually haven’t seen anyone, no matter their feelings on the character or the story, thinking Mutsuki’s yandere arc was well done). Palm can at first seem like that kind of stereotype, but she is so much more than that. And I so far don’t really have complaints about how Himiko is written either: BNHA does not seem to be mocking Himiko, even if she is kind of a fun character, as she also gets some really lovely moments, like with Twice. I’d love to see her learn! We will see. 

[roseolar-remaking]

anyways time for a 10:30 pm meta (me getting angry at tg fans and anime)

many fans of tokyo ghoul adore suzuya juuzou. liking juuzou isn’t the issue; the fact that most of his stans view him as a “psycho murder child” and is basically tg’s token yandere character is what’s wrong. his entire story arc is focused on his lack of empathy and how he learns to understand people. everyone who likes him because he’s a murder child completely ignores his graphic abuse, which traumatized him to the point where he literally did not have a moral compass. his relationship with shinohara was juuzou’s healing process. the closer he got to shinohara, the more he understood emotion and pain. boiling him down to a psychotic child is infantilization and completely loses purpose in his character. juuzou was not a murder child, he was traumatized and didn’t know how to cope until shinohara, his father figure, actively helped him mature.

tsukiyama is a different story. the anime completely cut out the parts of the manga that showed any sort of character development for him. people who have only seen the anime often hate his character and believe he’s gross. the manga shows tsukiyama’s development and underscores his process of accepting kaneki as a friend rather than a meal. he may have wanted to consume kaneki at first, but over time he came to love and trust him. he didn’t understand the difference between his hunger and affection. he gave up his ghoul restaurant, basically everything, just for kaneki. he would’ve literally died for him. at the anteiku raid, tsukiyama was crying because he didn’t want kaneki to die. tsukiyama is such a good character and the anime frustrates me because they leave out everything good about him. he learned how to love because of kaneki. in :re his love became grief, but he stopped being murderous. tsukiyama didn’t deserve the anime portrayal he got and that just bastardizes everything he’s stood for

[laciene-blog1]

The First of Many Tokyo Ghoul Theories--Naaga, Chika, and Hide

Something to think about: the Hide/Kaneki/OEK/Dragon connection.

There’s a lot of complexity in Tokyo Ghoul. That was abundantly clear at the beginning of the series, but the more the chapters flit by, the more complex things get. We are starting to get a picture of Ishida’s endgame, though fans are rabidly debating just WHAT that glimpse is. Some seem to believe Touka and her child are going to die in some spectacular way. Others think only one or the other dies or even Kaneki just for literary parallel sake. We know Kaneki IS, in fact, dying. But whether he actually dies is entirely up for debate. Because could it really be Tokyo Ghoul without Kaneki Ken or some form of him?

Ishida is a master of foreshadow. He hid a number in Takizawa’s tears that foreshadowed his transformation from a mild-mannered investigator into the broken monster we like to call Pineapple-kun. He slipped a hint of exactly how Arima would die in a cold, stoic color page of the famous CCG investigator, blood on his glasses. He hid little scenes where Kaneki consistently touched his chin far before Hide tipped the audience off about his best friend’s habit of touching his cheek while lying, then fans noticed that Hide, too, seemed to have a similar habit and began debating the meaning of his lies. Using this, Ishida even hinted about Kaneki’s abuse in the final scene of the manga, later confirmed during his battle VS Eto.

So, we’ve been trained to look for crazy shit happening behind the scenes. We’ve learned not to trust the characters, because there can always be something they are hiding, such as Mutsuki’s Yandere-like affection for Kaneki/Haise.

In recent chapters, after noticing the name similarity, Chibireviews ascertained that Hide is, in fact, connected somehow to the One-Eyed King. Whether he IS the king, his child, or even a sentient kagune sent to Tokyo to get information is unknown, but it’s too much of a coincidence that his name is so similar to the “Naaga” reference. Especially since the ghouls of the 24th ward mention chika as well—Hideyoshi Nagachika.

But it seems like a HUGE coincidence, should it be the case, that Hide would befriend Kaneki, who later was sucked into the ghoul world at a fast pace. Out of everyone this could happen to, it happens to him, who unknowingly has a monstrous connection to everything through his best friend? Also, as an aside, isn’t it too ironic how the friend he was trying to protect so desperately already was a part of the ghoul world?

Hide appeared in the TG card set as the ace for a reason. The ace of spades is considered the most powerful card in the deck and has connections to death. Yet we don’t much know where, exactly, this story is going with his character. It seems to me that there are a few possibilities.

Firstly, is that everything is as it appears. It is complete chance that Kaneki got pulled in and turned into a ghoul. Hide felt bad and wanted to help him out. This is the Random Chance theory, and also the least likely were you to ask me personally.

Second is the idea that Kaneki was specifically targeted. This one varies greatly on the hows and whys and such. Who was targeting him also changes. It is possible Rize went into Antiqiu with the specific mission to go after Kaneki, on orders or information. She might have wanted to take a stab at the OEK through killing Kaneki, or force the OEK into action. But when he didn’t interfere, Furuta decided keeping Kaneki alive as a bargaining chip to use against the OEK was smarter. And Kanou was either in on it or capitalizes on Kaneki’s situation. Again, this varies deeply, as it’s possible that Furuta didn’t know but Rize did or Rize didn’t know but Furuta did or Kanou knew and neither of the former two did. This could be anything from some sort of twisted worship of the OEK to an attack on him or an attempt to extort him.

Evidence that seems to enforce this is the use of Kaneki’s favorite author to draw him in. Rize may have specifically started reading Takagatski just because Kaneki. She did her homework and did everything she could to MAKE him come to her.

We also can’t discount the chance that Kaneki was never the target, but Rize/Furuta/Kanou/whoever else did not actually KNOW that. This idea is that Hide was the actual target of Rize’s attack, but she went for Kaneki instead. Most likely because of a case of mistaken identity.

Also possible that they may have done everything unintentionally influenced. They smelt Hide on Kaneki and it made them subconsciously attack him. Making it more intuition than anything else. Heck, Hide could have intentionally released some kind of chemical signal to them to make them go after Kaneki.

Another possibility is that Hide himself either knew he would be targeted and was using Kaneki, or he directly led and encouraged them to do that to his friend. This is my least favorite, as it turns Hide into a monster and I always will prefer him being truly on Kaneki’s side. I won’t deny he can’t have some ulterior motives or something, but I want him to be decent, not evil.

The last two thoughts I had on this are perhaps the most far out of the bunch.

First, it might be that the OEK has some sort of precognition or some such. This idea would say he always knew Kaneki had a high destiny, and sent Hide to ensure he was protected, but not too much. Because Kaneki needs to go through everything to become who he is. This theory has a distinctly religious feel, as Hide would be similar to Christ and may have even died so that Kaneki could live. It makes the OEK into a god-like figure, and while it would be interesting, I feel like it is an unfortunate usage of TG’s plot.

Finally, here’s the one that I feel like is interesting as fuck, plays off of people who theorize that Kaneki has never been truly normal, and yet is nearly as non-plausible as the idea that everything was a coincidence. It can be combined with any of the former theories as well. From Malicious Hide to Random Chance. And that is to say, like Hide, Kaneki is a sentient kagune. It is the REAL reason Hide sought him out. The REAL reason he does as well as he does as a half ghoul. The reason he didn’t have a father. By this design, his mother may have truly died of overwork (because she’s a kagune) or she may have returned to the OEK and never actually died. She could have adopted or been convinced to take Kaneki on for some reason. And the “father” Kaneki remembers was the OEK.

Enforcing this is the under-utaliage of Kaneki’s aunt/cousin. After his mom died, supposedly Kaneki went to live with them. But we’ve never seen either of them, except in Kaneki’s mind. Even if he didn’t care about them, he would still see them at some point. Unless they were never real or, like Kaneki’s mother, they disappeared/died.

To that end, it is surprising that Furuta wouldn’t criminalize Kaneki’s family. The information and documentation about his past exists now. They were aware of who, exactly, Ken Kaneki was. Even if they didn’t know how close--or lack there of--Kaneki was to his family, why haven’t we heard a word about Furuta extorting that connection?

Just some things to think about.

[tiaragqueen]

Could you do a Tsukiyama (tokyo ghoul) obsessing over a fem human who is a bookworm, please?

Under Control

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tsukiyama Shuu x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k

✂ Trigger Warnings: Mention of depression, killing, cannibalization, objectification, obsessive and possessive behavior, slight malnutrition, manipulation, yandere theme.

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I’ve used every drop of what little knowledge I have and Google translate regarding other languages, so I hope it doesn’t end up weird.Oh, and this is set before :re.

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“The one who loves the least, controls the relationship.” - Robert Anthony

You should’ve known that something was wrong the moment a flamboyant man with vibrant clothes approached you in that book café. And you should’ve known that something was wrong the moment your closed ones started to die one by one.

But it was too late to regret it now, wasn’t it? What happened had happened. There was no need to think about it, especially if the past only brought pain to your already depressed self. You should move on. You should get out of your head more often. You should start seeking help. You should allow yourself happiness. You should allow him to make you happy.

At least, that was what he said.

The truth is, it wasn’t that easy. It would never be that easy to forget that you were the one who had dragged them into your little drama. Them; your family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances. Heck, even your boss! Sure, it wasn’t your fault, to begin with. You didn’t even know that Tsukiyama was a ghoul in the first place.

Had you were a bit more observant, perhaps you would’ve noticed the hints. The way he occasionally licked his lips whenever you spoke about something, the way he studied your face and all the expressions it displayed, the way he checked you out (it wasn’t really discreet, but you’d learned to ignore it), the way he often complimented you whenever you wore clothes that accentuated your figure perfectly, and the way he tended to sniff your neck as a form of ‘greeting’. You’d assumed he was being attentive and considerate, yet it wasn’t all that far from the truth.

Attentive because you were his prey, and considerate because he wanted to make you feel more at ease around him.

But somewhere along the way, he began to change. He became more gentleman-like and… possessive. For example: how he wrapped an arm around your waist whenever you walked together, how he glared at anyone who talked or looked at you for too long, how he bought you some expensive presents regardless of the day and its importance, how he often invited you to his mansion and vice versa, and how he relished in reading books or do some particular gestures to you. Actions that seemed too sweet to be directed towards mere friends, and things that would spark a sense of intimacy between you.

You were a bit caught off guard, to say the least. The furthest things he’d ever done were light flirting and occasional yet lingering touches. But it was a rather nice surprise, you had to admit. Therefore, you’d decided to not to overthink it too much. Again, you’d assumed he was being a good friend. This was probably how he usually showed affection towards his close ones. And besides, you were quite flattered by the amount of attention he’d put on you. So, there was nothing to be suspicious of, right?

Right. Due to how often you both spent time with each other, he might have felt more comfortable now. Tsukiyama had always been extra when it came to you, anyway.

Just like how extra he was when he introduced you to his father.

The last note echoed in the spacious room as Tsukiyama withdrew his fingers from the ivory keyboards. His room. There were paintings of you hung on the wall, each depicting different expression and different attires. You didn’t know when he’d taken up a lesson for painting, but apparently, he’d worked hard to perfect every single frame.

That was what he’d told you on that fateful day, where you’d stupidly visited him because he was ‘sick’. You weren’t aware that ghouls had impressive healing ability, and sickness was probably impossible for them to get in the first place.

“How was it, Mi Amor?” he asked gently, affectionately, lovingly. He caressed your hair, and you sensed love – sincere love – pouring out from his fingertips.

How could a ghoul, one that had killed and eaten many people with another excuse besides hunger, could love someone so earnestly? It was illogical. It was preposterous. It was shocking. It was downright terrifying.

“I’ve composed this song since our first encounter,” he said, droopy eyes admiring the gloss of your crown. His servants have done a good job at taking care of your appearance; from the top of your head to the tip of your feet. All of them were clean, fragrant, and resplendent.

Just like what he had always desired.

“I know this is nothing but I hope you can feel my love, Ma cherié.”

Guilt couldn’t even describe what you were feeling right now; this stomach-churning feeling that told you that you would never loved him the way he wanted you to. The way he loved you. Because he was your captor – your kidnapper – and to fall in love with him would be a sin. A crime so unforgivable no matter how many times you begged for forgiveness.

You weren’t sick like him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him, either.

Because he was your friend. You might have even considered him as your best friend; your confidant. He was your go-to person whenever you wanted to vent out, sharing crazy theories that had taken up almost all the spaces in your brain, asking nonsensical things, have a philosophical debate, or just someone to accompany you.

Because you were lonely. Nearly everyone that you’d befriended was superficial, or at least didn’t pay much attention to the details. You didn’t have anyone who you could truly connect with. You didn’t have anyone willing to wake up at ungodly hours and listen to your rambling. You didn’t have anyone who could see behind your quiet yet friendly facadé.

Because you yearned for a friend. And he… He had been perfect. He was everything you ever wanted; everything you ever wished for in a friend. Tsukiyama was, although eccentric, the only friend you could connect with. He was sophisticated, he understood your feelings, he entertained your strange ideas, and he always kept his promises. Never once did he let you down, and never once did he interrupt you when you talked about something.

Because you were hopeless. But it was all just a facadé, wasn’t it? In the end, you’d never truly meant anything to him aside from being a pet. A treasure. A possession he could never let go. A doll that, despite her master’s declaration of love, could only wait until the day he grows bored and throw you away. Which, in your case, throwing you into the chasm of his stomach.

Were you destined to end like this? Did God hate you or something? Because if so, then this was the cruelest punishment you’d ever gotten. It almost felt… unfair.

You hated this, though. You hated how you could do nothing but sit obediently on his lap. You hated how he dressed you up in fancy dresses and accessories as though you were a fucking mannequin. You hated how he always spoon-fed you. You hated that you had to spend the majority of your time waiting for him to come; to take you out of this hell disguised as a beautiful room decorated with your favorite flowers. You hated that the garden was the only place where you could breathe the fresh air. You hated that his servant – Kanae, was it? – seemed to hate you. You hated how his father immediately took a liking on you. You hated how he had suggested Tsukiyama to just marry you already, and you hated how Tsukiyama had the guts to accept it eagerly. He even promised to do so as soon as you were a bit more familiar with your new life.

You hated this; your predicament. Everything. And most of all, you hated your life. You didn’t think it was possible to loathe something abstract before. But now, you knew.

Pushing your glasses, you nodded. This was probably the least expensive thing that you had, and the only thing that you owned from your old life. A reminder that you used to be an ordinary woman with an ordinary house and ordinary life before you became a lovely lady with a lovely mansion and lovely life. “It was superb. Thank you, Tsukiyama-san.”

The warm smile immediately disappeared as a cold frown settled on his face. “What did I tell you about formality, hm?” he asked, warning laced his pernicious words.

You stiffened on his lap, mentally berating yourself over a little slip that could’ve been easily avoided. “A-apologize, Shuu.” you stammered stoically, albeit with a fearful hint. “I wasn’t… in my right mind just now. Forgive me.”

“There!” Tsukiyama beamed, his mood changed so quickly you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or not. “Isn’t it much better? After all, we’re lovers. It’ll be odd to call each other with such stiff nicknames.” He cocked his head and regarded you with those gleaming purple eyes.

You recognized that look. You fully comprehended what it meant. He was searching for another mistake; the slightest error that he could use against you. Internal panic aroused bile to leave your mouth – to empty your stomach from its nutrients because it wasn’t as if he would give you another, right? Tsukiyama didn’t want you to weigh more than necessary. Your current weight was enough. Not too skinny yet not too fat, either.

It was a perfect body.

“Don’t you think so, Tesoro?”

“Right, of course.” You sucked in a deep breath and nodded dutifully. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright, Miele. Mistakes happen.” You looked away, trying to ignore the irony of those words. He must have been in a good mood today if he didn’t start punishing you. Thank goodness. “Just promise not to repeat it, okay? I’d hate to ‘lecture’ you again, Chérie.”

Tears stung your pupils as you dipped your head. You didn’t want him to see you were crying. No, not again. It was enough to display weakness in the past. You couldn’t afford to be weak. You had to be strong. You needed to be strong.

For him or yourself? You weren’t sure. You refused to think about it, either. As long as you were still alive, although not necessarily well, you would be fine.

“Yes, I promise.”

At least, this bittersweet affection was better than be a part of himself. Literally.

Translations

Mi amor (Spanish): My love

Ma chérie (French): My darling

Tesoro (Italian): Treasure

Miele (Italian): Honey

Chérie (French): Sweetheart

[tiaragqueen]

In The End

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kaneki Ken x Reader

✂ Word Count: 422

✂ Trigger Warnings: Implied kidnapping, death, blood, injury, possessive behavior, yandere theme.

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“You belong to me, my snow white queen. There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over. Soon, I know you'll see, you're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love, 'cause all I want is you.” - Snow White Queen [Evanescence]

You thought you were finally free from him; from that ghoul who had isolated you from civilization, from the people you loved. “Because you don’t need anyone else,” he had said that to you on one night when you were too tired to fight back against his ghoulish strength. “You need only me.” You thought you could finally elude him for once when you managed to break through the barricaded window and contacted the police. You thought you could finally feel happy when your brother found you in the police station and hugged you in his warm grasp.

You thought and thought, but never once did you try to expect the unexpected.

Darkness engulfed the house as the silence nearly deafened your ears with its constant ringing. A silhouette stood in the center of the living room, patiently waiting for your arrival whilst holding another person. You would have thought he was a phantom if it wasn’t because of the steady rising of his shoulders, unfazed with the pungent stench of blood that surrounded him.

What kind of a ghoul he would be if he couldn’t even stand it?

“… Run, [Name]…” your brother croaked in his grip, a nasty slash across the eye impaired his already blurry sight. “Go…”

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried to move, no matter how loud you prayed to God for someone – a miracle! – to save you, an icy rope of fear had rooted your legs into the ground. Because he was here; finally appeared for the first time in months since your desperate and hasty escape. Because he was here to ruin the new life you had painstakingly built with the help of your brother. Because he was here to destroy you.

“Go…!” Crimson liquids gushed from his throat like a spurt of water from a hose, smearing the bittersweet memories with another choked gasps and screams. You stared with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks as the soul left its decapitated host, trembling lips losing its ability to speak. Your legs trembled before collapsing, the splinters of glass spilled a little blood to embellish the tragic night.

A shadow loomed over your slumping person, brooding and melancholic. Pale arms that slithered under you and brought against his chest merely dug another pit of familiar despair and emptiness in your heart. Kaneki carried you through the broken window like a despondent bride into obscurity, the same way you had left his life at that time.

In the end, he always returned.

[hamliet]

How well do you think Snk, TG, HxH and BNHA handle their female cast? I read several posts criticising BNHA for it and I am curious about your opinion.

Ahaha… okay. So to begin I’ll say that I’ll briefly discuss each of these series, and that I define a good female character as just a character. I do not like it when common culture seems to assume that a good female character must be kickass and cold–aka traditionally masculine. Show me the feminine girls, too. Show me the masculine ones. Show me the ones who really want marriage and kids and those who prefer their careers. Just, show me that they are people.

SnK

Let’s start with SnK, as of these four I’d say it’s the best with 1) consistent representation, 2) complex characters, and 3) not reducing them to stereotypes.

In SnK, Mikasa, Annie, Gabi, Ymir, and Historia are all complex female characters never defined by their gender. Sasha and Hitch are not as complex, as they are side characters, but they’re both really well done side characters. I’ll briefly discuss each of them.

My biggest complaint about the female characters in SnK is actually a minor complaint just about Mikasa, in that I think as the female deuteragonist she deserves more focus. That being said, she’s developed really well throughout the story, and I don’t agree with claims that she has not developed. She’s developed as much as Armin has. She could fall into the badass stereotype, but she avoids that because she has a kind, caring, and extremely vulnerable side. Her devotion to Eren is clearly framed as a beautiful thing–but also as a flaw, one that is holding her back and one that can lead her into a really bad place.

Mikasa is a very well done female character. She is about so much more than just Eren–she carries the themes of living beautifully in a cruel world, the struggle to let go of loved ones, and the struggle to remember the loved ones you’ve lost.

Annie, too, could be considered a stereotypical badass who is cold to boot, but we see that she’s not always cold, as she’s kind to Armin. Her coldness she uses as a shield to protect her own shame over not being able to speak out.

That’s realistic. That’s flawed, and that’s human.

Gabi is literally female Eren, Ymir and Historia were a canon lesbian relationship that was never sexualized, and Historia’s decision to use herself to bear children is clearly framed as BAD. She’s miserable. Sasha has a beautiful mini-arc, and Hitch does as well. The men who tried to make it seem like Hitch was just a flighty girl using sex to get into the Military Police–we see that she is also a very caring, kind person who worries deeply over Annie, her friend, and Marlowe, her crush. Essentially: none of these women are defined by their romantic relationships or how well they fit into stereotypes for female characters.

HxH

Yes, I’m putting HxH second. My major complaint–and it is major–is that until Yorknew, we don’t have any female characters of substance. But, I do think that all the female characters thereafter are done really, really well. Additionally? Many of them are not traditionally beautiful.

Pakunoda is the first one with an arc, and while her arc does concern her sacrificing herself for Chrollo, it’s not romantic, and male characters in the Phantom Troupe (Nobunaga for example) also rely on Chrollo too much, despite the fact that Chrollo doesn’t really think he has worth to them. But we see her arc as a deliberate choice she makes.

The other female characters of note presented here are Machi and Melody. Melody in particular is an excellent character and a good friend not afraid to point out Kurapika’s selfishness.

Biscuit Krueger is the mentor of Gon and Killua, and while she doesn’t have her own arc per se, mentor figures usually don’t. Characters who often mistake her for a young girl who they can dismiss suffer for it.

And then the Chimera Ant Arc, Election Arc, and Dark Continent Arc present us with many great female characters. Komugi is a disabled girl, but she is never defined by her disability nor her gender. She is physically weak, and vulnerable as she has no sense of self-worth. She gets a love story, and it is beautifully done in that she is clearly not shown as saving Meruem, but shown as helping open his eyes just by being herself, vulnerabilities and all.

And Palm. Palm. She’s like, the best female character ever. @aspoonofsugar wrote a meta on her here. At the beginning we think she’s a crazy yandere, and she is in love with love, but her entire arc is a refutation of the men who would try to pinpoint her as a yandere or a sex object, as Bizeff treats her and as her own allies think she’ll copulate with the king, when in reality Palm is never defined by that. By the end of the arc, she’s grown the most of anyone. Her love is not told it’s silly and needs to be discarded, but rather transformed through her own decisions into something beautiful rather than toxic.

Alluka Zoldyck is transgender and great representation. She’s complex and while I wouldn’t say she has an arc quite yet, she probably will, and her family’s objectification of her and shame about her is clearly condemned.

Oito is a single mother who is also not defined by her status as a mother or as a queen, and I’m very excited for where Oito’s arc is going to go.

TG

If this were the first TG alone I would rank it higher than SnK but because the ending for :re was literally that bad for female characters I rank it pretty low. However, one good thing I will say is that it was not shy about showing female sexuality and celebrated it rather than condemning it.

But, for real, all the women who survive and end up happy in the ending were, at the end of their arcs with the exception of Hakatori (a minor character) defining themselves by their relationship to men. And many of them weren’t lucky enough to get arcs, like Touka, who went from being the best female deuteragonist ever in TG to literally just being a love interest in :re (I’ll fight ppl who say she’s useless, but she honestly was just a love interest in :re despite having the set up for an amazing arc because only her relationship with Kaneki was ever given focus. And that makes me sad because I think Touka is an amazing character). Saiko and Hsiao who were just essentially magical boobs.

We know Ishida can write female characters excellently. He did it in the first TG and through much of :re, but the ending was truly terrible for most female characters. Though to admit, it is worth clarifying that the male characters largely got pretty poor endings too so many it’s just the ending itself that’s bad. I wrote about this here as well.

BNHA:

Sadly, I think I would agree with whatever post was floating around that BNHA leaves much to be desired with its female characters. :/ I still love the story though.

Uraraka is by far the most complex, what with her motives to be a hero, and far stronger than everyone thinks, yet that’s never really been explored so far (I do have hope it will be, though! I do think it will be but I can’t judge a story based on what I think will happen) Most of what’s been explored so far is her crush on Deku. I just want more Uraraka regardless of her feelings on Deku (it’s clear they’ll wind up together in the end); she is one of my favorites.

Himiko, too, is kind of a typical crazy yandere defined by her twisted love. Momo and Jirou had great mini arcs, but I personally don’t like how Momo in particular is sexualized. I’m sure Mina and Hakagure will get mini arcs as well eventually (most of UA 1-A I think will), but meh.

I’m also reaaaally not a fan of how the story plays Mineta for comic relief. Like, it’s clearly condemning him for his sexual harassment, but it’s also framing it as something to be laughed at when what Mineta does is like, actually seriously Bad and not remotely funny.