#denji.

[jamereadsmanga]

I hate csm theories and analysis, man. What do you mean Natuya is a metaphor for children born from rape. What do you mean Angel is a metaphor for HIV/AIDS. Enough is enough. You're stressing me out.

I just wanted to read a silly manga about a guy that can turn into a chainsaw. You guys are DEPRESSING ME

[razrbomb]

spark . Y'ALL MIND IF I HIT THAT DIE-

[oblxvion]

i just started chainsaw man and omfg im obsessed

[jikoku-a]

“wait!  -  did  you  hear  that?”  / pulserisk from Asa to denji

chainsaw man knows no fear, corn maze an inconsequential challenge: a measure of courage met with cold hands stuffed in coat pockets, mind dawdling in boredom. nayuta's surely made it through in record time, waiting with kishibe, eating up all the snacks from the vendors ... she had better leave some candy apples for him, at the least.

asa has been intent on taking the initiative from the beginning, and denji is agreeable all things considered. he is a follower, never given a chance to blossom beyond the convenience of the role, little interest spared in asserting superiority. she tells him to turn left, he turns left, a dynamic familiar to him. engraved into him. but each winding path leads them into spinning circles, and patience wears thin on both ends, only exacerbated with shrieks at every scare that awaits them. she's probably terrorizing the actors as much as they are her.

little concern is given to the strange howling they hear just a few paces ahead, head jerking lazily in its direction. “ that ? it's probably just the same werewolf who got you the last three times. ” still, gaze shifts to the girl beside him, unable to suppress the slightest twitch of his lips into a smug smile. no need to play coy. “ hm ... well, if you're that scared, you can hang onto me. i'll protect you. ” / @pulserisk

[jikoku-a]

three square meals a day, a comfortable bed, a roof over his head. once little more than an unachievable dream, now a reality. denji isn't so desperate he's nine years old again and waist deep in a dumpster in search of something edible, but an old dog can't be taught new tricks. instinct quicker than the mind, almost innate, something not unlike the nature of a rat to scavenge from its first breath. “ hey ! ”

there is a squeak with the pivot of his step, hand grasping desperately for his prize. acceleration is excessive for the short distance he's covered, an unstoppable force against an easily movable object, and boy comes crashing to the ground with a groan. the commotion is a comedy act, complete with an unenthused audience in kento nanami ... dignity is the last thing on denji's mind, even covered in used tissues and discarded remnants of conbini snacks.

“ tch ... senpai, you were seriously gonna throw this out ? you didn't even finish HALF of it ! ” an accusatory finger protrudes, jabbed in his warden's direction with disdain clear behind it. judge, jury, executioner, he's easily stuffing a portion of the unwanted pastry in his mouth. down the hatch it goes ! how else will he sniff out the motive of such a heinous crime ? the verdict is imposed through a mouthful of half - chewed bread. “ oh shit, this is good. ” / @shokutsus

[jikoku-a]

❝ i expect better from you than excuses. ❞ (haruka to denji!)

“ excuses ? what's it to you how i make myself some money, huh ? ” what an outrage ! before him, apparently, is the audacious judge and jury and executioner of morality ... a boy, uniformed the same as he, slamming him for the apparently - irredeemable sin of trying to pull together some cash. you cannot care for seven dogs, a cat, and a little girl who adores expensive sweets on meager savings and the salary of an alcoholic, so denji is happy to make the difference up with his newest hustle.

some may call it immoral. denji just calls it good business. survival of the fittest, or in this case, survival of the smartest. not as glamorous as working the counter of the nearest mcdonalds, but better than living like a rat in back alleyways, pulling apart sorted burnables for anything to salvage. he's never going back: would rather re-roll a million cigarettes than subsist on moldy bread and food scraps again. or worse ... subjecting nayuta to that purgatory between life and death.

hands are shoved in his pockets, an attempt at protecting the crumpled bills he's collected for his efforts. “ beat it, weirdo. don't you have better things to do than piss me off ? ”

[neotheaterz]

@guthalo / from

Her fingers trailing across fabric laden against your skin brings a twitch in your hands , feeling your mouth dry . She always knew the ways to make you tick , but you wonder if it was something subconscious or more . You shove down the idea , deep down to the depths of your mind before you show one of those snarky grins wide as can be.

" I always look my best, your touch is just what I need to be over the top, that's all... ! " The words leave with a confidence , one like you'd been rehearsing in a mirror ( which you had been... )

" but in all seriousness .. I'm getting bored of tailing around Aki, when are we going to get to work together like you said.. " pouting almost as though a hungry dog begging for a treat for good behavior