Tokyo Transgenders

Happy birthday Kisaki 🖤

I feel like we've been robbed of Takemichi's reaction to that face. So i'm here to provide it lmao. It's also kinda crazy how much time coloring in black and white saves me so I think i'll start doing it more often for posts like these. (I'm always learning new things when it comes to art. EVEN THINGS THAT SEEM OBVIOUS!!.. Lol)

The blood shed had been redder. The tears staining cloth and streets and cheeks alike iridescent. Tokyo itself had felt larger. Teenagers and kids had become heroes and monsters, under the brightest of the stage lights the street lamps had been made into. Motorcycles had roared louder than lions, than tigers, than dragons. They'd run faster than sound. The nights had been white, the days black, the world a chessboard, a stage, a circus. At the center of it all, there had been none but Kisaki, Kisaki, the impossibly young, impossibly weak, impossibly ambitious and spiteful and mean and brilliant, careful, passionate, naive- no. Maybe not. Maybe he'd been none of that at all. In Hanma's mind, then and now, maybe. But who even was Hanma to claim to have known that boy? Certainly, there had been Kisaki- and Kisaki had been nobody but himself, to the end, yes, even if the mangled mess of bones and blood and mushy flesh hadn't seemed like it could have been him, even if Kisaki hadn't been there, at that moment. Even that, impossible as it was to admit and accept, had been Kisaki.

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Second part to this.

is beyond me."

Shuji's from Kabukicho, "renowned worldwide for its bars and sex-related establishments". Like, I see the vision.

Chalk Outline [Hankisa animatic]

Kisaki celebratory sheet with outfits requested on twitter ^^ and, or course, tiny Hankisas.