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Do you have any tips on learning anatomy? Also where do you get references (if you use them)
I can't give you anatomy advice because I don't know your drawing level. I can only look at specific examples of work. I don't use reference materials anymore, only references
Now I want a 3D figurine like this😭
Kokyo: Why are you kissing me? You need to go to the hospital, and here you are, having a romantic moment!
Sanzu's canon thoughts on stalking
Manjiro: What's your favorite hobby?
Haruchiyo: Stalking.
Manjiro: Oh, mine is riding on Ken-chin.
Haruchiyo: I know.
My cheeky OC, Kokyo, pinched Haruchiyo's cucumber with her balls🥒🍌
🔞NSFW OC×SANZU ART🔞
[⋆🍀🖤°] яяяяяяя люблю их, любите вы тоже 🤌🤌🤌
What are you doing there in this "unlimited"?
Me:
Eleven ancient elven magical jewels from Black clover.
Fandom: "Seishuu wasn't sleeping, he knew about the kiss."
Seishuu: *snoring*
(The anime even voiced it and added the lip movement of snoring.)
Perhaps he could have found out about it later🤔
Yandere Sanzu Haruchiyo x F! Reader
cw: all characters aged up, mature but not explicit, darling is friends with Emma Sano, Sanzu being pervy, mentions of injury & blood, Sanzu being manipulative and guilt-tripping darling, maybe a part 2 idk??
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The cafe was a humid haze of powdered sugar, whipped cream, and expensive cocoa. To anyone else, it was a dessert lover’s paradise, but to Sanzu, the only scent that mattered was the soft, floral notes of your shampoo drifting across the table.
Emma had declared today a "Girls' Day," a tactical retreat into the world of shopping and parfaits meant to provide a quiet, clean break from the mess of their typical gang-infested lives. But the plan was foiled by Sanzu in record time, as he had "accidentally" tracked you both down within twenty minutes, his pale, lean frame appearing in the cafe doorway like an omen.
Now, as the group settled into a corner booth, Sanzu made his move, his eyes locked onto the empty space beside you. He began to slide his hips toward the seat, intending to claim his rightful place at your side. But before he could land-
CLACK.
A manicured hand slammed onto the marble tabletop with enough force to rattle the silver settings, blocking his path.
"Not a chance, Haruchiyo," Emma snapped, her eyes narrowing with a protective glint. "You're glued to her 24/7. You're literally stifling her. Move."
Sanzu's expression soured instantly, his scars twitching under his mask.
"I'm just sitting down, Emma. Don't make it a thing."
"It's already a thing! You're like mold on bread," Emma huffed, her eyes narrowing with irritation. She didn't wait for him to argue; she simply grabbed your arm, firmly sliding you into the very middle of the booth before sliding in herself. She effectively sandwiched you between her own frame and the window, leaving no room for him to even graze your shoulder.
She pointed a finger toward the very end of the table, "There. Go sit in the corner. Now."
Sanzu stood there for a beat, radiating a dark, simmering aura of malice, but since Emma was Mikey's sister, he begrudgingly trudged to the far end of the table, his boots heavy and loud against the floor.
I hate her. I hate Emma.
How dare she keep me away from Y/N? I can't even reach her hand from here. I can see the side of her face, the way her hair tucks behind her ear. But I can't feel her against my skin.
She’s smiling at something Emma said. That should be me making her smile. That should be me she’s leaning into.
Me. No one else. I want to reach across this table and snap the air between us. I want to remind Emma, and everyone else in this loud, crowded room, that Y/N belongs in the crook of my arm, tucked away where the world can't see her.
As the food arrived, the clatter of silverware and the cheerful chatter of the cafe became nothing more than white noise to Sanzu. His eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that would have been terrifying to any observer if he weren't currently stabbing a fluffy pancake with unnecessary violence. The tines of his fork scraped harshly against the plate, a grating sound that mirrored the jagged edges of his patience.
Why is she so far away? It’s only three feet of table and a few inches of air, but it might as well be an ocean.
Doesn't she realize that every inch away from her feels like a fresh stab wound in my side?
He wasn't even looking at his own plate. He simply watched the way your lips moved around a spoonful of cream, his jaw tightening so hard it looked like it might snap.
He wasn't even looking at his own plate; the expensive dessert was nothing more than a victim of his frustration. He simply watched the way your lips moved around a spoonful of cream, tracking the blissful hum of your throat as you enjoyed the sweet.
His jaw was tightening so hard that the muscles beneath his scars bunched, as if the bone might snap under the sheer pressure of his restraint. He watched you laugh at something Emma whispered, your eyes crinkling in a way that made his heart lurch with a sickening mix of adoration and possessive rage.
I need to touch her. NOW.
My skin is screaming. If I don’t reach her soon, I’m going to lose it. I’ll flip this table, I’ll scream, I’ll tear this place apart just to get to her side.
I need to remind her I'm here.
I need to remind her that she's mine.
His turquoise eyes darkened, flashing with a sudden, manic clarity. He didn't care about the pancakes, the cafe, or Mikey’s sister. He only cared about the magnetic pull in his chest, urging him to bridge the gap by any means necessary.
Then, an idea sparked behind his turquoise eyes.
"Oops," he muttered, loud enough for no one in particular to hear. He intentionally flicked his wrist, sending his heavy silver spoon clattering off the table, where it bounced once and slid deep under the booth, disappearing into the shadows near your feet.
"Ugh, you're so clumsy," Emma rolled her eyes, returning to her conversation with you about a new shade of lip gloss she wanted you to try.
Sanzu didn’t even respond. He didn't offer an apology or a sarcastic comeback. Instead, he simply vanished, his lean frame folding as he disappeared under the table to "retrieve" his utensil.
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Down in the dark, the atmosphere changed instantly.
The cheerful clink of porcelain and the muffled chatter of the cafe faded into a distant hum, replaced by the sound of his own breathing and the frantic thrum of his pulse.
Sanzu didn't even look for the spoon he had "dropped." Instead, he crawled forward on his hands and knees through the shadows, carefully bypassing the obstacle course of table legs until he saw your loafers.
He leaned in, his forehead almost resting against your knee, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of your perfume mixed with the faint aroma of sugar.
He was finally, finally closing the distance Emma had tried so hard to enforce.
There she is.
My angel. My sanctuary.
Emma thinks she can hide you? HAH!
No one can hide you from me.
Not even God.
At that moment, Sanzu's "horndog" instincts, as Emma often called them, were in absolute overdrive. The thrill of the secrecy, the proximity, and the sheer audacity of being right beneath you made his head spin.
Slowly, he reached out, his long, calloused fingers lifting the hem of your skirt, his hand sliding upward and resting firmly on the soft, warm heat of your inner thigh.
He hooked his fingers into the edge of his black mask, dragging it down to his chin until the cool air hit the jagged scars at the corners of his mouth that twitched with a desperate anticipation.
And in the very next second, guided by an almost manic need to leave his mark, he leaned in closer, brushing his nose against your skin, and pressed a heavy, searing, wet kiss against the most sensitive patch of your inner thigh, his tongue darting out for a split second to taste the sweetness of your skin.
You were mid-sentence, giggling at a joke Emma had made, when suddenly you felt your skirt shuffle and something hot, wet, and decidedly human press against your upper thigh.
"EEEEK!"
It wasn't a conscious choice; it was a pure fight-or-flight reflex. Your leg jerked upward with the force of a loaded spring.
CRACK
The sickening sound of bone hitting cartilage echoed under the table, vibrating through the floorboards and the soles of your shoes.
"SON OF A-!"
A muffled, agonized yell erupted from the floorboards. The tablecloth jerked violently as Sanzu scrambled backward, his head hitting the underside of the table with a secondary thud before he finally tumbled out into the aisle.
He was clutching his face, his head lolling back as bright red blood began to pour between his fingers, staining his shirt, and a few drops were falling onto the floor.
The entire diner went silent. Emma stared down at him, horrified, and then, slowly, realization, and disgust, dawned on her face.
"Haru-kun?!" your voice cracking as your face burned a shade of red that rivaled the blood pooling on the floor.
"O-Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't know, I mean, I felt something on my leg and I just-"
Sanzu let out a shaky, wet laugh, looking up at you through his long, pink lashes. Even with blood streaming down his face and his nose clearly beginning to swell, his turquoise eyes were dazed and disturbingly fond.
"Worth it..." he wheezed, a delirious smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You kick like a mule, princess... fuck it's hot."
It hurts, but she gave me this. This pain is just another way of being 'connected' to my Y/N. I want to bottle this feeling. I want to keep the bruise forever so I can remember the way she looked when she finally realized I was there, right between her legs.
"You absolute creep! "Did you seriously just try to hump her leg under the table?!" Emma finally shrieked, grabbing a handful of napkins and throwing them at his face with enough force to sting.
Sanzu, however, wasn't listening. He stayed slumped on the floor, one hand over his face while the other reached out weakly toward you, trembling in the air like a dying man reaching for a light he didn't deserve.
"It's... it's okay, Y/N..." Sanzu wheezed, his voice thin and dramatic. He let his head loll to the side, eyes fluttering as if he were losing consciousness.
"If this is the end... if my heart stops here... at least the last thing I felt was your touch... even if it was your kneecap shattering my nose..."
"Haru-kun!"
You scrambled out of the booth, your face pale and your eyes instantly filling with hot, fat tears. You dropped to your knees beside him, pulling his blood-stained hands away from his face to see the damage.
"Oh no, oh no, there's--there's so much blood! I-I think I broke it! I'm so sorry! I never meant--"
Ah, look at her. My angel.
She's hovering over me, her hands are shaking, and her eyes are so full of me. She's terrified for me. She loves me. She has to. If she didn't love me, she wouldn't be crying like this. I could bleed a gallon if it keeps her hands on my face like this.
"Y/N, don't listen to him, he's a dramatic, lying brat," Emma groaned, crossing her arms. She looked down at him with a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance.
"He brought this on himself by being a pervert. He’s been through gang wars, Y/N; a knee to the face isn't going to kill him."
"But Emma-chan, look at him!" You sobbed, a few tears finally splashing onto Sanzu's face. You grabbed a handful of napkins, frantically trying to staunch the flow of blood.
"He can barely stand! He's shaking. Emma-chan... please, I have to take him to the infirmary. He's bleeding so much," you hiccuped, "And it's all my fault!"
Emma stared at your earnest, tear-streaked face, and then at Sanzu's. For a split second, Sanzu allowed the dying facade to slip and managed to give her a look of smug triumph from behind his bloody napkins.
The sheer audacity of his smirk made her want to finish the job your knee had started. But your genuine distress and broken sobs cut through her rage, and Emma realized with a sinking heart that the more she fought him, the more you would jump to his defense.
She finally let out a long, defeated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to ward off a migraine.
"Fine. Go," Emma muttered, waving a hand dismissively as she slid back into the booth.
"Take the 'dying' idiot to the infirmary. I'm going to finish my parfait in peace. Just don't let him trick you into mouth-to-mouth, Y/N!"
As you helped Sanzu to his feet, he leaned his entire weight against you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. You guided him toward the exit, your voice trembling as you continued to pour out apologies.
"I'm so, so sorry, Haru-kun... does it hurt real bad? Please don't hate me, I didn't mean to kick so hard, I just got so startled..."
Sanzu let out a soft, pathetic-sounding groan, hiding the smile spreading across his face against your shoulder.
She's crying for me. Her tears are so warm... she's holding me like I'm made of glass. I should have let her kick me years ago if it meant she'd look at me with this much devotion.
My Y/N. My sweet Y/N. She'll do anything to make it up to me.
"It’s okay, princess…" he rasped, his breath hot and shaky against your skin as he leaned his full weight into you, forcing you to wrap your arm tighter around his waist to keep him steady.
"I'll get better, but the way you're holding me right now… I’d let you break every bone in my body if it meant you'd never let go," he wheezed, a faint, bloody chuckle vibrating against your neck while his weight forced you to stumble closer.
"So, don’t be mad at yourself… I'm just glad the last thing I felt before the pain was you."
Sanzu is fully milking the injury. While the nosebleed is real, his weakness is entirely an act designed to force Y/N into taking care of him, deepening the codependency he craves.
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I finally finished the keychain with Haruchiyo and my OC, Kokyo :3
Why does Haruchiyo have a different color palette in the anime?
In the anime adaptation, Haruchiyo appeared before the first official color manga covers and illustrations were released. Sanzu first appeared in the anime in episode 5 of season 1, which aired on May 8, 2021. The first color illustration (in honor of the manga's 20,000,000 copies sold) was posted on Twitter on June 3, 2021. In the colored version of the manga, titled "Brilliant Full Color Edition," Haruchiyo debuted in volume 16, which was released on August 17, 2023.
Also, Sanzu doesn't have eyes, but traffic lights. In chapter 274 of the manga, his eyes are pink on the cover, and in chapter 251, they are yellow. In the anime, he has either gray or brown irises, while in the official colored version and on most covers of the original manga, his eyes are blue or green.
Also, on July 3, 2022, an illustration of Sanzu on a pink bike was released, with yellow eyes and hair.
So, if you were wondering why his color palette is different in the anime, the answer is simple: at the time of his anime debut, the designers and animators had nothing to base their work on, as there had been no official colorings of the manga before. It's also worth considering that character designs are developed long before their appearance in the series.
Fandom: Sanzu canonically only has pink hair and blue eyes, that's the author's choice!
Meanwhile, Wakui (author):
I drew two pieces of Haruchiyo and my OC for an acrylic keychain. I hope to be able to show you the process of making the keychain soon~♡
I recently drew an art piece with my Tokyo Revengers OCs and a map of the area they live on
A slightly outdated sketch with Mucho to a song written especially for him.
A question for Tokyo Revengers fans. Why are the studio and its staff being vilified when fans believe fake leaks and don't check the information on official accounts? There was a recent broadcast where the creators DID NOT PROMISE information about the anime's sequel, but fans made up the idea that a trailer or a date had to be on that broadcast, at the beginning of the year. 🤡 And the leakers are blaming the studio staff for the mistake. I'm becoming increasingly afraid of this fandom. 😭
