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#manga chapter 126
elmundodeflor · 5 months
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“What if we lived together?”
The first time they think about it, Levi has made them laugh. Someone had killed Sawney and Bean, and they have been crying all morning. It felt like nobody understood, how important they actually were to get a figment of truth. So many comrades were put through the worst of risks, just to capture them alive, it made them buzz with rage, too.
“Your face looks stupid.”, Levi tells them, instead. And he’s right. Their eyes are puffy, to the point they can barely open them. He would have made a joke, if it wasn’t because he’s only a bit concerned. “Now are you gonna sit around whining like a baby all day or what?”
Hanji cleans their tears off with the sleeves of their jacket. It’s not a nice image; their nose is red, and the fabric ends up stained with a splotch of wetness and snot. Levi has the immediate urge to turn his head the other way, but then hands them his pocket cravat, anyways.
“If you’re not gonna be of help, just go, okay?”, they say, with their tone tired and their voice rough. They’re in their lab, where they’ve locked themselves after hearing the news. The place’s a mess; like a tornado’s turned it on its axis. There are papers ruffled, thrown upon the floor; books taken out of their shelves, piled up on the desk. To Levi, it doesn’t take long to figure out it was them; their wild, seeking for liberation during breakfast time.
“If you want me to help, then move your ass out to the diner.”, he sits down next to them; his back against the wall. Hanji’s knees are flexed, pulled towards their chest, and they’re crying again besides him. “You’re an ugly crier, you know that, right?”, he speaks once more.
They raise a brow at him. There’s a softness that lies within his words that makes them perk their head up, stare deep into his irises. As if he’d wanted to comfort them in that own, unique way of his. It’s not like he’s completely wrong, either, though. They’ve seen it. Petra cries beautifully, like tears are snowflakes melting on their cheeks. But theirs are snowstorms, somewhat similar to acid rain. They’re not careful, or pretty, or delicate. Their heart’s too emotional, and it burns like fire. After all, they have always been too quick to let their impulses show the worst of them.
Levi sighs.
“You’d look less stupid if you smiled.”, he says. And then, he does something that makes Hanji freeze with shock. He inches up closer, like he’s calculating his moves, and places down his fingers at the corners of their mouth. It’s a gesture that’s too intimate, even for a guy that’s stuck-up like him. Still, it gets the job done. “See?”, he adds, when a genuine, whole-hearted laugh bursts out of Hanji. “There you go.”
“What if we lived together?”
The second time, it’s a late autumn night. They have suggested it, though only vaguely. “There’s so much we could do inside…!”, they’d said, on a frantic whim, earlier on that day. It was a gentle vision to latch onto, if they were honest; to play family like that. They would knit mittens for the kids before winter, and Levi’d keep the place warm— brew them his best tea.
“Would you rather…”, they ask him now. They’re lying in bed; his head on their stomach, their hands on his hair. The wooden cabin they’re staying at is small, yet cozy, with enough room for everybody. “Read people’s minds, or… be able to fly…?”
Levi shrugs. The ODM is pretty similar to flying, he guesses. Still, it’s not like he ever enjoyed getting involved in other people’s business, either way.
“Fly.”, he says, short and sweet. And Hanji hums, content. Maybe, because they knew that that would be his answer.
“Hm.”, they tug at black locks; fingers lost amidst his scalp. They’re staring at the ceiling, dressed in his sweatshirt and pajama pants. For a moment, they can pretend that this is all there ever was, if only. They’d tell bed-time stories to the children, about heroes and monsters. But it’d be just fiction, and there’d be no need to make wishes to the stars. “If you could fly somewhere, then, where would you go?”
Levi thinks about it for a second. He’d heard Armin talk, about the content in his books. Lands of fire, where sand would reach beyond sight. Snowed mountains, where earth seemed covered by frozen white. The ocean; an infinite mass of salt-water that touched past the further horizons.
He had always been curious about that one.
“The beach.”
Hanji closes their eyes. They can frame the picture, even when tirelessly awaken. They have a wide, two-floored house near the shore, with a white fence and a porch. They’re not on the run anymore; Titans nothing but a memory that fades with the foam.
It’d be wholesome, they think. They could have rooms for each the kids, let them decorate the walls however they pleased. Levi’d nag them about it, for being too messy or unclean. Then they’d brush it off over home-made lunch, sit outside to watch the waves.
“Aye, idiot.”, they whisper. And they can listen; their voice melting off to the sounds of the sea. Like they’re there already; with sun in their hair and sand on their feet. “Tell me something nice.”
Levi keeps quiet, probably a minute or two. He’d never been a man of word, but he can sense it, too. Sasha’d spend the day fishing, bring in weird creatures to cook. Armin’d collect sea-shells on the shore, maybe keep them between the pages of a book. And he’d sweep the floors while humming, sit by the window to breathe in the view.
“You could put your knitting skills to use.”, he complies, finally. Outside, the word sits silent, only the night to guard this conversation. “It’s getting cold as fuck.”
“What if we lived together?”
The third time, they actually speak it. Fearless. Aloud. Like the words have bloomed out of them before they could choke down the feeling.
Maybe, it’s because Levi sleeps, and there’s no chance he can hear their thoughts. Maybe, it’s because it’s danger— thinking like they do. But there’s some sense of safety in talking truths when no one listens.
“It’d be nice, huh?”, they whisper, more to themselves than anybody. They’d dreamed about it, really. Clutched desire to their heart like it was specs of golden. It was the beach, first. But now it didn’t even matter. It could be the mountains of white snow, the endless sandy dessert. Or right here, at the forest. They’d wear the plaid-shirts Levi hated, then he’d take them off, shut them up between kisses and jokes. He’d make them his in the bed they’d share, too; their mornings filled with the smell of pine and burnt log.
“If we run and hide like this… where would that get us?”, he says, barely minutes after. And he’s right again. He always is, Hanji’s sure. They’re a fierce dreamer, indeed. Someone who’d wish hard, with every fragment of their soul. Yet, they also know, they can’t abandon their wild— the raw nature that’s in them to see light in this world.
“Oh…”, they bit their lip, sharp until it stings. Blood burns in their cheeks, has tinted pink the tip of their nose. “You did hear me, after all…”
Levi nods, and takes a look at the hand that hurts. He’s too tired, or too scared to ever dare talk. So, instead, he stares; his eye clung to Hanji’s, with the intensity of a thousand colored fireworks. Truth is, he does want the same as them, after all. The poppy garden, the greenery, a tea-shop. But isn’t it too late to ask now? Isn’t tranquility a price that soldiers like them can’t afford?
“Hanji…”, his voice cracks at the words. A tear’s falling down their face, followed by one and then another. It’s not the ugly cry from the years before, where their sobs would resemble a loud, broken water-pipe. Now, it’s all hushed, quiet; like tear-tracks are stars against the dark of their lashes.
The realization of it doesn’t make him smile, though.
Isn’t it too late now, to confess such a thing? Isn’t love the worst of curses in times of war?
It is.
It is.
It’s too late now.
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uu-tella · 4 months
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Full panel under the cut
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manga-meow · 5 months
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fumifooms · 1 year
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I know there is a ~fight to the death~ happening as they speak and Falling Devil hits him with the trauma ray which is sorta distracting, but I think it’s no coincidence that Denji doesn’t question her motive to target Asa Mitaka specifically. For one, he’s pretty used to the ones he loves being targets or in danger so I guess it musn’t seem that weird to him. But furthermore, in this chapter we 100% get the explicit confirmation that Denji represses his trauma and avoids thinking about it at all cost.
So to me, what this all points towards is that Denji is actively avoiding even just entertaining the thought that Asa might not be all normal or innocent, perhaps a Reze 2.0 (Reze gave him trauma too fight me on this). Ignoring Asa’s warnings about staying away from her, immediately writing off Asa/Yoru’s “Denji spinal cord sword”, and now brushing off how Asa is being specifically targeted by a Devil that wants to send her to hell? The boy is in denial.
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lordsmaf · 1 year
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Another great out-of-context moment for the collection
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assiraphales · 7 months
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everyone’s worried about luffy putting himself in danger while zoro is actively throwing cursed swords in the air with his arm outstretched to see if it’ll cut it off or not & trying to hack off his own legs so he can keep fighting. baby girl u scare me (affectionate)
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canadianlucifer · 2 months
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While I was reading Blue Exorcist I didn't fully register just how dark the Illuminati arc was, but watching it animated... holy shit.
I could not imagine going through what Izumo has and is going through. And being in the place of any of the other students? Dealing with unkillable regenerating zombies speaking to me in broken up bits saying they want to go home? Having so much pressure to do things most adults wouldn't be able to do? AT 15 YEARS OLD??
I feel like this is the turning point for the series bc it goes from "heehoo funny with epic fights and some character bonding" to "everyone you love is going to die if you don't fight right now. This world is bleak and horrifying under the thin veil we have created and the fate of it rests on your shoulders, all of you."
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chainsawpretzel · 1 year
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Denji: Now I'm going to do what's called a pro-gamer move
Denji: *inflicts brain damage on himself to become so dumb that mind tricks don't work on him*
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castle-on-sand · 9 months
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Happy 19th Anniversary, Amatsuki!
Chapter 123 - The Nightingale that Calls to the Moon Part 26
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neferrious · 1 year
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Yk people talk about how Denji isn’t the brightest but this plan is actually pretty solid
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black-sapphire57 · 1 year
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This is so ironic how our ‘Rigr’ turned out the opposite. XD
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jerzafangirl · 1 year
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They are too cute 😍
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And just look at him, posing all high and mighty
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manga-meow · 1 year
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fumifooms · 1 year
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Who gave Denji blood in 126?
I saw some theories around and I do not think it is that deep. Imo, it’s Yoshida, though I guess I could be wrong, who knows. Moment in question:
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Argument for it not being Yoshida: The identity of the person is willingly being obstructed here, why do that if he knew we all would suspect Yoshida anyway? It’s not like what he’s saying or doing is going against what we already know of his motive. I personally doubt it’s a red herring, to me the scene just flows well framed that way ambiance wise, and if everyone collectively thinks of Yoshida then like, might as well just be him imo.
Why we believe/know it’s a “he”: He’s in the school uniform, most well visible by the hem of the sleeve. So that narrows it down quite a bit, what are guys in Denji’s school we know of, one that would do this? There are only a few characters to begin with, but the one that straight away makes perfect sense is Yoshida. Though, since we only see lower legs and hand, we can’t really see body type at all.
I’ve seen it argued that it’s Haruka. It’d be a weird character shift if Haruka suddenly showed up on a devil fighting ground, be unaffected from the whole general falling thing, super chill, approach Chainsaw Man and give him blood like it’s nothing.  But mostly, our best clue is: shoes
Shoes thus far in the manga have been incredibly consistent. The shoes here are white sneakers. Yoshida wears white sneakers both in part 1 and 2
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Haruka, meanwhile, has always had black shoes.
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But, oh? What’s this, on the left?
If anything, y’all should be suspecting brobeni
Edit: It’s been noticed that in japanese the speech manner the stranger used isn’t Yoshida’s so it’s very unlikely to be Yoshida. Brobeni???!! 
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bittermelodies-csm · 9 months
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