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[hiloveitsalright]

adrenaline junkie

In the neon and shadows of the Tokyo nightlife, the ghost that haunts you is only alive when chasing its own death.

Current: electrical halo of the streetlights (Hanma) - next : freezing wind of the speed (Draken)

Length: ~750 words

TW : angsty no comfort, mentions of suicide attempt, implied self-harm, canonical character death (no death in the story), sanity is not in the chat but it's Hanma what are you expecting?

The night was shining an electrical light on the street, down below. Streetlights were bathing ant-like people in their glow, and snippets of the lives of strangers could be caught in the backlight of their windows.

Hanma was on top of the world; felt like shit splashed on the pavement hundreds of stairs down.

Neither the night, his cigarette, nor silence – or as much silence as one could have standing on the rooftop of the tallest building around – brought him any sense of peace, or whatever that was he was searching for.

Life was boring. The deep scar Kisaki had carved into him with his death burnt, in those kinds of nights. The itch couldn’t be scratched. Hanma put his cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

The door to the building opened with a creaking sound. He didn’t turn. He couldn’t care less about whoever had just joined him. Still, their steps echoed quietly on the rooftop as they circled it.

Eventually, they stopped on the same side he was leaning on. They were visible in the corner of his eyes, so he watched. The stranger grabbed the railing and bent forward over it until their feet were off the ground and half of their body was dangling in the void. There was no hesitation in their motions.

“Gonna jump?” Hanma couldn’t help but ask.

They looked just like someone who could be trying to end it all. The stranger didn’t reply, looking below still.

“If you aim right you could get one or two people with you,” Hanma continued, “or at least cause a car accident.”

The only answer he got was a small chuckle as they put their feet back on the ground. They turned around without a word, disappearing from his sight and back in the direction of the door.

Hanma sighed. Here went his hopes for a bit of entertainment. He leaned on the railing and flickered the butt of his cigarette into the void, turning around to go back inside as well.

The stranger ran past him in a flash, eyes shining more surely than the sun ever could.

Hanma barely had the time to follow their silhouette with his eyes as they jumped, took a step on the railing, and propelled themselves into the void in one smooth movement.

There had been no hesitation in their steps, and for a second it seemed like they hung into the air, incapable of falling. Then, gravity took hold of them, wrapping around their body and carrying them through the sky.

The stranger landed on the rooftop of the building on the other side of the street. Their body rolled like a rag doll in the dust, then stopped moving altogether.

Hanma could not breathe as he watched the tangle of limbs. It was still. Immobile. Lifeless.

Then, a loud laugh echoed in the night sky.

The mass of flesh moved again, pulling itself together, rising to its knees and standing back up, arms thrown into the air, head thrown back, hooting and shouting and laughing at the top of their lungs.

Hanma couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, threatening to tear off his ribs, and still he looked at them.

The stranger eventually settled, jumping from one foot to the other, turning to face him, daring him to jump.

So Hanma took a step back, and another, until his heels met the railing on the other side of the building. Then, he gave chase to the thrill, stepping up to the challenge. He had never run so quickly in his life. He pushed forward, as fast as his legs could carry him, heart hammering in his chest, jumping on the railing, then into the void.

The Tokyo nightlight beamed like flashes under him as he jumped over the street. Hundred floors above the ground and flying without wings, rivaling the clouds and the moon up in the sky.

He crashed on the rooftop and pain radiated through his body at the shock. For a second he was deaf and blind, nerves set ablaze by the scorching white pain and the adrenaline coursing through his veins, out of breath and out of his mind.

And so Hanma laughed as his senses screamed at him, lungs burning and heart ready to explode. He laughed long after the world came crashing right back on him, and longer still after he realized he was alone on the rooftop.

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They're all incredible but the cooks reaction + Hanma wedding photographer + the Takehina honeymoon are just so canon to me it's incredible

Do you have any tokrev headcanons you never had the opportunity to share before ?

I'll start (light spoiler of the final):

Final timeline Kakucho should have been either an emergency doctor, a nurse in child care, or a kindergarten teacher.

I imagine him taking care of a little kid that went through a big accident that left them scarred: the kid feels less bad about it because the nice mister has scars too, and they look very cool, and he's very nice.

Kakucho's polite, and professional, and every person in the hospital (or the school if he ends up being a teacher) has a crush on him. Single moms flirts with him all the time. He's clueless about that. Izana visits him at his workplace once in a while and scares everbody off (because how dare they think they are worthy of his servant??).

Izana's still managing orphanages & all, so he's the one that needs to go back home to visit Kakucho.

Dunno, I feel like it would have been a better ending for them, instead of just Kakucho following Izana around.

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omg i love it, the tr girls deserve chaotic headcanons too!! poor Emma, tho x) I feel like the girls would swear to never talk about it ever again

Do you have any tokrev headcanons you never had the opportunity to share before ?

I'll start (light spoiler of the final):

Final timeline Kakucho should have been either an emergency doctor, a nurse in child care, or a kindergarten teacher.

I imagine him taking care of a little kid that went through a big accident that left them scarred: the kid feels less bad about it because the nice mister has scars too, and they look very cool, and he's very nice.

Kakucho's polite, and professional, and every person in the hospital (or the school if he ends up being a teacher) has a crush on him. Single moms flirts with him all the time. He's clueless about that. Izana visits him at his workplace once in a while and scares everbody off (because how dare they think they are worthy of his servant??).

Izana's still managing orphanages & all, so he's the one that needs to go back home to visit Kakucho.

Dunno, I feel like it would have been a better ending for them, instead of just Kakucho following Izana around.

[hiloveitsalright]

adrenaline junkie

In the neon and shadows of the Tokyo nightlife, the ghost that haunts you is only alive when chasing its own death.

Current: electrical halo of the streetlights (Hanma) - next : freezing wind of the speed (Draken)

Length: ~750 words

TW : angsty no comfort, mentions of suicide attempt, implied self-harm, canonical character death (no death in the story), sanity is not in the chat but it's Hanma what are you expecting?

The night was shining an electrical light on the street, down below. Streetlights were bathing ant-like people in their glow, and snippets of the lives of strangers could be caught in the backlight of their windows.

Hanma was on top of the world; felt like shit splashed on the pavement hundreds of stairs down.

Neither the night, his cigarette, nor silence – or as much silence as one could have standing on the rooftop of the tallest building around – brought him any sense of peace, or whatever that was he was searching for.

Life was boring. The deep scar Kisaki had carved into him with his death burnt, in those kinds of nights. The itch couldn’t be scratched. Hanma put his cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

The door to the building opened with a creaking sound. He didn’t turn. He couldn’t care less about whoever had just joined him. Still, their steps echoed quietly on the rooftop as they circled it.

Eventually, they stopped on the same side he was leaning on. They were visible in the corner of his eyes, so he watched. The stranger grabbed the railing and bent forward over it until their feet were off the ground and half of their body was dangling in the void. There was no hesitation in their motions.

“Gonna jump?” Hanma couldn’t help but ask.

They looked just like someone who could be trying to end it all. The stranger didn’t reply, looking below still.

“If you aim right you could get one or two people with you,” Hanma continued, “or at least cause a car accident.”

The only answer he got was a small chuckle as they put their feet back on the ground. They turned around without a word, disappearing from his sight and back in the direction of the door.

Hanma sighed. Here went his hopes for a bit of entertainment. He leaned on the railing and flickered the butt of his cigarette into the void, turning around to go back inside as well.

The stranger ran past him in a flash, eyes shining more surely than the sun ever could.

Hanma barely had the time to follow their silhouette with his eyes as they jumped, took a step on the railing, and propelled themselves into the void in one smooth movement.

There had been no hesitation in their steps, and for a second it seemed like they hung into the air, incapable of falling. Then, gravity took hold of them, wrapping around their body and carrying them through the sky.

The stranger landed on the rooftop of the building on the other side of the street. Their body rolled like a rag doll in the dust, then stopped moving altogether.

Hanma could not breathe as he watched the tangle of limbs. It was still. Immobile. Lifeless.

Then, a loud laugh echoed in the night sky.

The mass of flesh moved again, pulling itself together, rising to its knees and standing back up, arms thrown into the air, head thrown back, hooting and shouting and laughing at the top of their lungs.

Hanma couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, threatening to tear off his ribs, and still he looked at them.

The stranger eventually settled, jumping from one foot to the other, turning to face him, daring him to jump.

So Hanma took a step back, and another, until his heels met the railing on the other side of the building. Then, he gave chase to the thrill, stepping up to the challenge. He had never run so quickly in his life. He pushed forward, as fast as his legs could carry him, heart hammering in his chest, jumping on the railing, then into the void.

The Tokyo nightlight beamed like flashes under him as he jumped over the street. Hundred floors above the ground and flying without wings, rivaling the clouds and the moon up in the sky.

He crashed on the rooftop and pain radiated through his body at the shock. For a second he was deaf and blind, nerves set ablaze by the scorching white pain and the adrenaline coursing through his veins, out of breath and out of his mind.

And so Hanma laughed as his senses screamed at him, lungs burning and heart ready to explode. He laughed long after the world came crashing right back on him, and longer still after he realized he was alone on the rooftop.

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Gimme a sign

Being mute is hard, being a mute delinquent is harder, but Toman's all about friendship. Between petty fights, stupid shenanigans, widely illegal bike races and teaching the guys new swears to sign behind people's backs, Noburu Kusahari could have had it a lot worse.

tags: fluff, humor, pretty much plotless, ~800 words

“We’re gathered here today because of the Moebius incident…”

Towering over the Toman members, Mikey looks like a king contemplating his people.

“When they clash with us, it’s going to be a big dispute. If we do it, it’ll be around the time of the Musashi festival.”

As he sits down, he forces a smile:

“Now, then, let me hear what you all think.”

Draken oversees the discussion in silence. They’re all tense because of the incident, it’s good that Mikey is taking the time to discuss it with them.

“Oy, Draken!”

He turns just in time to dodge a ‘friendly’ punch from Pah-chin. Behind him, Peh had his usual expression, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. And, in turn, behind Peh stands Kusahari, signing swears behind their backs and apologies to Draken – not that he could read it.

“Fuck you doing, Pah?”

“You’re the one that took care of Kiyomasa? You made us lose our bets!”

Draken rolls his eyes and goes back to listening to the discussion. Mitsuya, by his side, takes over the conversation:

“Quit it. Kiyomasa got it coming, using Toman’s name to build an underground fighting ring.”

“Huh? I dunno any of that shit cause I’m fucking dumb!”

“Pah’s brain is as big as a water flea!” Peh adds benevolently.

Mitsuya’s eyes fall on Kusahari. No wonder the guy has eyebags the size of Shibuya, with a captain and a vice like these two.

“Man, you gotta stop butting in when you’re clueless…”

He catches Kusahari signing ‘When is he not?’ and chuckles to himself. Pah and Peh look at each other like they just missed an inside joke.

“The fuck you laughing at, Mitsuya?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

And, as his eyes roams right back to the mute guy, he attempts to sign:

‘Everything good in the Third Division?’

It’s clumsy at best, but Kusahari beams and signs right back, slowly enough to insure Mitsuya would get it:

‘It’s fun!’

‘No regret not joining my Division?’

‘That would have been too easy!’

Mitsuya smiles and shakes his head.

‘Hit me up if you ever want to change.’

Then, he drops his hands and goes back to Pah and Peh:

“Didn’t you say you’d make efforts to learn sign language?”

Pah huffs:

“Hey! We’re trying our best! I’ve already gotten the basics!”

Behind him, Kusahari translates that as ‘he knows some swears’ and yeah, Mitsuya guessed as much.

“Good enough, but remember that if you make Kusahari feel unwelcome, I’ll snatch him right away.”

“Like hell we’d let you steal our pal!” Peh nags him.

He wraps an arm over Kusahari’s shoulders, bringing him closer with a threatening glare to Mitsuya:

“Noburu’s ours now, get your own buddy!”

Looks like Mitsuya’s concerns were useless, Kusahari fits just right in the Third Division. It’s still too soon to say if Mikey’s right and he counterbalances their brash attitude, but at least he looks happy, even if the two idiots are making next to no effort to learn how to communicate with him.

“Pah!” Mikey calls. “Come here!”

The group focuses right back on the matters at hand.

As soon as the decision is taken, Moebius will be dealt with, determined shouts erupts through the shine. Kusahari lets the excitement buzz through his body, fists itching for a fight. He’ll have to show his resolve another way, but he’s glad he’s standing here with Toman.

“Nobu-chin.”

He looks back at Mikey, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Mikey smiles brightly, then signs:

‘Ready for that fight?’

Kusahari is pleasantly surprised to discover Mikey learnt sign language. With a beaming smile, he answers:

‘Let’s kill them all!!’

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your mind...

Final Timeline and all the cast have signs that point to the memories of other timelines being there. Senju but when it rains she feels a dull ache where she was shot dead in Bonten timeline. Kakucho but snow feels bittersweet. Baji instinctively protecting his belly. Sanzu scratching the corners of his mouth when he's thinking or is nervous. Shinichiro having some dormant medical knowledge. They don't actually remember the other timelines though. or maybe not yet.

hehehehe... hehehehe... yessssss

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A second chance // 1

1 // 2 // 3

With the knowledge of the future, what choices would you make to change the past? What actions would you do, differently, to ensure a better outcome for yourself and the people around you?

That was the choice that was presented to Hanagaki Takemitchi. But you already know his story.

In this reset, things would be a little different. In this reset, Takemitchi would not be the one rewinding time.

Chifuyu woke up with a startle. His head panged with an unfamiliar pain as he sucked in a breath of air with a strangled noise. His eyes opened blearily to the sight of his childhood bedroom. He huffed softly and let himself adjust to the shift in environment. "What.." he mumbled to himself. Was this what was Takemitchi's time travelling? But why? Why him? Why was he here now?

'Everything was alright wasn't it? Hina.. Hina was alive!' Chifuyu thought. No. No no no. This wasn't… this didn't make sense. He stared at his palms. 'Maybe this is all just a bad dream. Yeah. That's probably it.' Chifuyu rationalised. Peke J, visibly younger, crawled up and purred next to Chifuyu. 'Nevermind. There's no way this is a dream'.

The sight of his childhood pet made his heart stutter and breath catch in his throat. He stumbled out of his bed and speed walked to the bathroom. He felt shorter. Smaller. Younger. The bathroom door swung open sharply and he was met with his own reflection - no - the reflection of his younger self. He stared. And stared. And stared. Until the sharp yell of his mom broke his thoughts, "Fuyu! Get downstairs already! Any more time and you'll be late!".

'Okay. Calm down', he tried to tell himself, swallowing the lump in his throat. 'This must be what happened to Takemitchi'. He pulled out his phone to check the date. He held the flimsy plastic case of the older cheap flip phones in his hand, a glaring aspect of the time period, and checked the date.

1/9/2008. September. A month away from bloody halloween. Baji's still alive. Chifuyu could probably burst into tears right here right now. He chewed the inside of his mouth and his heart raced. Holy shit. Holy shit. He travelled back in time, a month before the incident to save him right? What else could he change? Oh- Oh. This would probably also stop Mikey in the future right?' Chifuyu's mind raced. He started feeling lightheaded. 'Did Takemitchy go back too?'

He needed to calm down before he started panicking full on. 'Alright.. I'll just.. get over with school today and.. I'll mull this over afterwards..' He told himself before getting ready with jittery hands and shaky movements.

He got ready in his school uniform and stared at himself in the mirror one last time before leaving. This felt so odd. So unnerving. Is this how Takemitchy felt before? None of this felt real. He'd grown and accepted Baji's death, forgiven Kazutora, and even running a petshop with him. Now, he was thurst back into his adolescence and the trauma that came with it. Now, he was forced to live through it and see the face of the person he had shed an unimaginable amount of tears over, spent countless sleepless nights over, the face of the person that unintentionally inflicted upon him a grief that no teenager should have had to face.

He swallowed thickly and tried to calm down. He reminded himself that he could save Baji now. They could all.. live together. Happily. But what if he failed again? Would he be able to take it? The burden? Of having been given a chance and then having failed? For a second time? No. He can't fail this. No matter what. He's not going to. He steeled his nerves and left his house for school. He wasn't ready to see Keisuke. -- a/n:

this fic takes place in the reset that happens AFTER the bonten timeline. so basically when everyone is happy except baji's dead and mikey's in bonten

im not abandoning my chaos meets guitarist fic, but i wanted to branch out and write something that's not x reader. i really liked this idea after getting inspired by a few fics on ao3

i really hope my engagement hasn't died out after my unintentional hiatus.

i hope you all enjoy! let me know your thoughts.

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tags: @thehaikuman @dollrndo

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A while back I read someone's headcanon that Wakasa would be into Ayesha Erotica (which got me to listen to her music, cause I didn't know her before), and listening to Literal Legend cimented this headcanon into my mind.

I physically cannot hear that without imagining Wakasa pulling up to a fight/breaking noses, jaws and hearts. You cannot convince me he wouldn't vibe with that.

(Takeomi thinks it's a bit gay of him. Wakasa pulls out the next time with an even cuntier outfit and get instantly surrounded by girls.)

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Oh oui les émeutes !! Ils viennent en France, foutent un bordel monstre et repartent les mains dans les poches. boogeymen des CRS, les mecs c'est des légendes urbaines. Ils arrivent aux manifs et les habitués leur font la fête, les gars c'est les avengers des casseurs

*they can pass as the most parisian ever and it's the worst part

The other french-speaking countries or territories are for the Subversion of Expectation because look at them and tell me they don't just scream French. which means it'd be way more hilarious if they aren't, even more so when they call you out on it because no, they are not french - but then, does any other country deserve(neg) these two

/!\ the alsatian bit was a joke, first because North-East isn't only Alsace, second bc me being stupid made me giggle - but I genuinely have trouble seeing them as Alsatian descendants (but i don't speak for other Alsatians!)

IF YOU WANT TO BE SPECIFIC ABOUT WHERE THEY COULD BE FROM(more restricted area or a city/town in particular), PLEASE DO

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Adding to the bit again: Rindo is a Nekfeu fan. Sanzu getting called Barbapapa is canon to me. Neither of them like baguettes but they sometimes eat it just for fun of it. Ran despises the smell of strong cheeses (camembert, bleu...) but Rindo buys some once in a while and share with Shion, which is why Shion always has tummy aches. In the good timelines, they have a commercial partnership with some French fashion-brands and their club can be repurposed as a runway scene when needed. They brought souvenirs to the Tenjiku crew once, and Izana got a shitty Eiffel Tower keychain that he has used as an emergency weapon at least once. When the Gilets Jaunes (Yellow Jackets) movement started, Rindo wore neon yellow for a couple months. Ran watches French youtubers on his days off. Rindo mixed a song using highlights of Les Kassos. Ran convinced Rindo to redecorate the club in Versaille-theme for the week of his birthday. There is multiple instances of them throwing bricks at cops and shouting "Vive la Révolution !". One time Ran brought up the guillotine in the middle of one of Izana's rant on being king and it didn't end well for him (Rindo didn't help). They shit-talk Mochizuki in French during meetings, so Mochizuki learnt the nastiest French swears to counter-attack. Rindo taught Kakucho French poetry in the hope it'd get him laid.

*they can pass as the most parisian ever and it's the worst part

The other french-speaking countries or territories are for the Subversion of Expectation because look at them and tell me they don't just scream French. which means it'd be way more hilarious if they aren't, even more so when they call you out on it because no, they are not french - but then, does any other country deserve(neg) these two

/!\ the alsatian bit was a joke, first because North-East isn't only Alsace, second bc me being stupid made me giggle - but I genuinely have trouble seeing them as Alsatian descendants (but i don't speak for other Alsatians!)

IF YOU WANT TO BE SPECIFIC ABOUT WHERE THEY COULD BE FROM(more restricted area or a city/town in particular), PLEASE DO

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Do you have any tokrev headcanons you never had the opportunity to share before ?

I'll start (light spoiler of the final):

Final timeline Kakucho should have been either an emergency doctor, a nurse in child care, or a kindergarten teacher.

I imagine him taking care of a little kid that went through a big accident that left them scarred: the kid feels less bad about it because the nice mister has scars too, and they look very cool, and he's very nice.

Kakucho's polite, and professional, and every person in the hospital (or the school if he ends up being a teacher) has a crush on him. Single moms flirts with him all the time. He's clueless about that. Izana visits him at his workplace once in a while and scares everbody off (because how dare they think they are worthy of his servant??).

Izana's still managing orphanages & all, so he's the one that needs to go back home to visit Kakucho.

Dunno, I feel like it would have been a better ending for them, instead of just Kakucho following Izana around.

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Hi, welcome fo my blog! You can call me however you want, and any pronoun is fine by me. I'm a writer and an artist, I'm working on my own things when I get the time, but I also like to play with fanfictions.

I'll probably only be publishing one-shots and headcanons here (I'm mostly on Tokyo Revengers at the moment), but you can find my longer fics on my AO3 for registered users.

Don't hesitate to check the #my art tag on my blog!

Masterlist of my Tokyo Revengers works: here.

Masterlist of my Jujutsu Kaisen works: here.

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Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Hi! You can find a list of my headcanons right here. Don't hesitate to send me asks and requests, I'm always open to discuss! When it comes to fics, you should definitely check my AO3, there's plenty interesting things for registered users.

Works I'm currently updating:

- switch girl, a Baji x Reader inspired by shojo tropes, taking place during the Letter from Baji Keisuke spin-off. It's about navigating relationships when you're an awkward teen, and deals with young love, friendships, seeing past the first impressions, as well as stalking.

- Parallel paths, an Enemies-to-Lovers Draken x Mitsuya story based on the possibility that they did not meet in front of the mural that day. Teaser here. Dedicated to @belindarimbi13.

- they could have been a boys' band, a polyamorous Bonten x Reader with next to no angst, pretty much no plot either, but filled with fluff, crack and smut. It's mostly just me being silly and attempting to write what a healthy relationship with them could look like. NSFW.

- first time and extended stories. At the moment, you can read first time, the original one shot, and first times ft. tiger, the preface. I'm currently working on the consequences, the direct follow-up to "first time".

Taking place in a timeline where everything is fine, first time is about Reader rekindling with her old Toman friend group years after leaving them to study abroad. The reunion is supposed to take place at Kazutora's movie's premiere, as Kazutora is now a famous actor -- no, wait, correction: famous porn actor. Add into the mix that Kazutora and Reader used to have a situationship (was it?) that ended up in heartbreak (did it?) - you can count on Toman to bring the chaos back into Reader's life, that's for sure. It's suggestive and talks of sex, sexual liberation and the porn industry, but it's very tame for something dealing with that.

On the other hand, the preface first times ft. tiger shows how the whole Kazutora/Reader situationship started. It's heavily NSFW, and pretty fluffy when it comes to feelings.

- Gimme a sign : Being mute is hard, being a mute delinquent is harder, but Toman's all about friendship. Between petty fights, stupid shenanigans, widely illegal bike rices and teaching the guys new swears to sign behind people's backs, Noburu Kusahari could have had it a lot worse. A fluffy, plotless story taking place in the final timeline, following a loud-mouthed (loud-handed?) mute OC navigating friendships as a Toman member. First part here or on AO3.

- adrenaline junkie : In the neon and shadow of the Tokyo nightlife, the ghost that haunts you is only alive when chasing its own death. A Bonten-timeline one-shot collection following canon characters dealing with their traumas in the worst ways possible. You can read the first part, electrical halo of the streetlights (Hanma) here or on AO3.

You can also find finished stories such as:

- all the little things // bestfriends don't love each others, a Doramitsu one-shot based on the Falls First/Falls Harder trope, with both heavy pining and internalized homophobia. Angsty with a happy ending.

- How to shut someone up, a Mikey x Reader about frienship, banter, growing together and idiots in love. Fluff and humor.

- Sweet Soul - Kirinji (give that song a listen), a fluffy domestic Doramitsu short story, that you can also read here on Tumblr.

What about incoming projects?

- necessity is a rewriting of the Tokyo Revengers manga when throwing in my OC, Kyo Atakami. If you like morally-grey characters, angsty stories, time-travel induced headaches and canon-compliant level of violence and trauma, that one's for you. While the story is centered around my OC, I'm putting a lot of effort into keeping canon characters important and in character, but also into giving each of them the arcs they deserve. I'm almost done (25 chapters done out of 30) but I want to finish it fully before publishing it, just to make sure everything is nicely tied together.

- inugami takes place in the Bonten timeline, and follows my OC Rubie as she climbs the ranks of Bonten despite the (unjustified?) mistrust of the executives. It's dark, it's violent, and every single character is unashamedly a bad person. I'm staring down at canon-typical violence and going out of my way to do worse.

- I'm also planning a Kawata twins & Reader, that I'm calling home-made horrors at the moment. Souya has one problem: his best friend and his twin can't bear each other. There's only one thing they can agree on: how far they'd go for him. Turns out they are both a lot scarier when they're working together. I'm planning it in three parts, and will start working on it after finishing Switch Girl.

- halloween where Kazutora and Keisuke summons a demon(-ic babysitter) each halloween night; game over, a stranger-to-lover Sanzu × Reader with Youtuber!Sanzu and Streamer!Reader bonding through video games; toe bins & cuddles, a ×Reader where Ryusei comes back from France with a woman and twin girls, neither of them being his, and the Pet Shop trio can't help but fall under the charms of this sweet MILF lady and her two daughters.

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Hi! I'm open for requests when it comes to JJK, so don't hesitate to send me asks or discuss ideas with me! When it comes to fics, you should definitely check my AO3, there's plenty interesting things for registered users.

Finished works:

- turn your eyes on yourself, a character study of Satoru Gojo through five times he attempted to use his Six Eyes to see his own cursed energy, and the one time he finally did. Canon-compliant. I'm planning to make a fancomic out of it at some point.

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Tokyo Revengers Headcanons

- about final timeline Kakucho and what job I think suits him best (minor spoilers), with art

- about how chaotic Emma and Draken's wedding would be (minor spoilers, also the headcanon is in the reblogs of the previous headcanon on Kakucho)

- about final timeline Haruchiyo and how unexpectedly well-suited his job is (minor spoilers)

- about Peh, because what a man

- a short rant on the Tokrev girlies when it comes to feminism (heavy spoilers)