#mitsuya users

[koinomegaluvr]

pah, peh, mitsuya

[geneviveleocardius]

【 tokyo revengers characters as time travelers who used their power to see their future lover.

(they can only stay for 2 minutes) they can only find you because you have a red outline only they can see+ people can´t see them, not even you in your timeline.

@creamkiwiii idea. saw a video of her in tiktok, that’s her user, but with haikyuu characters and i absolutely loved it, main idea it’s totally hers, credits to her.

manjiro sano “mikey”

the second his time-jump lands him in your timeline, the glow of your red silhouette stands out in a street crowded with motionless people. he doesn’t move for a second, afraid you’ll disappear too fast if he does.

you’re walking slowly, looking at your phone, unaware that someone is staring at you with the wide eyes of a boy who just saw the sun rise for the first time.

mikey walks beside you, hands in pockets, an unreadable look in his eyes. he leans in close, watching every blink, every expression on your face.

“I thought I was too far gone to have someone waiting for me,” he whispers.

his voice trembles—he never lets his voice tremble.

you laugh at something on your phone. he smiles faintly, heart twisting.

“please wait for me.”

time’s up.

ken ryuguji “draken”

he appears in your room.

you’re doing your makeup in front of a mirror, humming softly. you pause for a moment, sensing something—but shake it off and keep going.

he exhales quietly, watching you like you’re a fragile vision.

“you’re real,” he says under his breath.

for two minutes, he leans against your doorway like a guardian angel, proud and protective, arms crossed. he watches how you carefully brush your hair, the small details.

he grins.

“she’s got fire in her eyes,” he mutters. “of course she does.”

and just before he fades, he whispers:

“you’re beautiful. I’ll find my way to you.”

baji keisuke

he spots you instantly: the glowing red silhouette in a park, feeding birds.

he runs toward you like a man on a mission.

once he’s near, he slows down and circles you like a curious cat. your hair’s messy from the wind. you keep tossing crumbs for the birds, smiling when a baby one flutters its wings.

he lets out a small laugh. “so you like the underdogs too, huh?”

he crouches in front of you, chin resting on his hand.

“you’ve got this calm thing going on,” he whispers. “but I bet there’s a storm in there too.”

before he disappears, he places a kiss in the air, just in front of your forehead.

“wait for me, trouble.”

mitsuya takashi

you’re sitting at a café alone, sketching something in a notebook. mitsuya appears across from you, invisible, but in awe.

his eyes go wide. your red outline glows against the light from the café window.

“you’re... creative,” he breathes.

he watches your fingers trace lines and curves on the page—he notices how gently you tilt your head, how you tap your pen when you're deep in thought.

“even your little habits are cute,” he murmurs.

for two minutes, he sits across from you, memorizing your every detail like a tailor studying fine fabric.

“I’ll make something worthy of you,” he says softly. “and one day, I’ll hand it to you with my own hands.”

hanma shuji

he laughs the second he sees you.

“so that’s who I’m meant to fall for?” he grins, tilting his head. “didn’t expect that.”

you’re walking through a bookstore, flipping through a crime novel. he follows behind you, boots silent, eyes sharp.

he watches you smirk at something on the page. it makes him grin harder.

“you’ve got bite, I can tell already,” he says. “I bet you’d give me hell.”

he doesn’t try to touch or speak louder. he just watches, amused and intrigued.

“two minutes isn’t enough. guess I’ll just have to cheat time again.”

takemichi hanagaki

he freezes when he sees you.

your red outline glows in the middle of a train station, surrounded by strangers who don’t see you the way he does.

his heart pounds.

“she’s real. oh god, she’s real.”

he doesn’t walk. he stumbles forward, emotional already. you’re checking the train times, yawning softly. so ordinary, so alive.

tears prick his eyes. he stands next to you, lips trembling.

“you’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispers. “I’m gonna do everything I can... to be worthy of you.”

and when the time ends, he places a hand near your shoulder and says, "wait for me, okay?"

kazutora hanemiya

he appears at night.

you’re sitting on a rooftop, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the stars. your silhouette burns crimson in the dark. the glow breaks something open inside him.

kazutora approaches slowly, almost afraid to breathe.

“you look lonely,” he murmurs.

he crouches beside you, mimicking your posture, inches from your warmth but unable to touch.

“I ruined so many things,” he says, voice cracking. “but... they still gave me you?”

you stretch your arms and sigh, unaware he’s beside you. a soft smile blooms on your face.

he watches it like it’s holy.

“I’ll heal myself. for you.”

chifuyu matsuno

he appears mid-rain.

you’re standing under a bus stop, watching droplets race down the glass. he sees the red outline and almost slips when he runs toward you.

“whoa—” he laughs under his breath. “that’s her?!”

he doesn’t even try to act cool. he just beams.

you pull your hoodie tighter and tap your foot, completely unaware of the boy staring at you like he just found the last page of a manga he thought was lost.

“she looks thoughtful,” he whispers. “I hope she’s warm enough.”

he stays close, hand hovering beside yours, imagining what it will feel like when you can finally see him.

“I’ll make you laugh every day. that’s a promise.”

sanzu haruchiyo

the moment he sees you, he goes dead silent.

you’re dancing around your room in pajamas, music loud, unaware of the pink-haired boy frozen in your doorway.

your silhouette glows like fire. he stares at your every movement—eyes wide, jaw slack.

“she’s...mine?”

he walks in slowly, drawn like a moth to flame. every flick of your hand, every bounce of your step, entrances him.

“no one else can see you,” he whispers. “only me.”

for two minutes, he stands in the storm of your energy, captivated and terrified.

“you're light,” he murmurs. “and I’m going to lose my mind waiting for you.”

ran haitani 

he lands on a street corner during golden hour.

the sky is honey-colored.

and there you are — standing in front of a boutique mirror, fixing your lipstick with one hand and pushing your hair over your shoulder with the other.

you glow red. but you would’ve glowed anyway.

ran whistles under his breath.

“well, damn.”

he watches as you glance at your reflection. confident. effortless. you check your phone, not smiling — but your posture, your gaze, your walk — it's all fire. the kind that doesn’t ask for permission.

ran leans against a lamppost, smirking. “she knows what she’s doing.”

you take a selfie. pose. fix a tiny detail on your eyeliner. and then you laugh softly — not because anyone's watching. just because you like yourself.

his smirk softens.

“she’s dangerous,” he murmurs. “and I think I’m already addicted.”

when the time ends, he runs a hand through his hair and chuckles.

“keep shining, baby. I’m coming.”

rindou haitani

he lands outside a small street bar, neon flickering, music muffled by the city. and then he sees you — glowing red in the night.

you're walking out of the bar with heels clicking, earrings swaying, hair tucked perfectly behind one ear. a silk blouse, lipstick bold, bruised knuckles hidden in a leather jacket draped over your shoulders.

rindou stops breathing for a second.

“what the…”

you laugh politely at something someone says — then shoot a sharp glare at a man who gets too close. he backs off without a word.

you didn’t have to raise your voice.

“she’s… dangerous,” rindou whispers, watching you fix your earring in a passing mirror. “but she smells like jasmine.”

you light a cigarette with graceful fingers and cross your legs as you sit on a bench. the flame reflects in your eyes — all confidence and control. you blow the smoke upward like a queen. like someone used to being obeyed.

a cat curls up beside you. you smile down at it and stroke its head tenderly.

“you’re kind,” he murmurs. “but I bet you’ve burned people alive.”

your phone buzzes. you answer it sweetly — voice soft, silky. but your eyes stay sharp, always scanning, always reading.

“she could ruin me,” rindou mutters. “and I’d say thank you.”

the timer ends. but he stays still, memorizing the sound of your heels as you walk away into the smoke and neon.

seishu inui "inupi"

you’re at a bakery, laughing with an elderly woman behind the counter.

your red glow is soft—like a warm ember in a snowy world.

inupi’s chest tightens.

“she’s kind,” he breathes. “I can feel it.”

he doesn’t come closer right away. he just watches you, hands in his pockets, as you thank the woman and exit with a small pastry bag in hand.

you walk with purpose, a gentle bounce in your step.

he follows at a distance, like a quiet ghost. memorizing you. revering you.

“you have no idea how much I needed to see you today.”

he pauses. “I hope I’m not too broken to be loved by you.”

souya kawata "angry"

he appears in the middle of a street, rain falling softly.

and there you are — glowing red, holding a small umbrella, helping a child tie their shoelace.

his heart lurches.

you’re so… gentle.

he walks toward you slowly, like he’s afraid you’ll break. or vanish.

“Is it okay… that I’m the one meant for you?” he asks, though no one hears.

he watches the soft curve of your smile, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear.

he doesn’t cry, but his lips tremble.

“I’ll protect you,” he promises. “even if I have to fight the whole world.”

nahoya kawata "smiley"

he laughs the moment he sees you.

you're running down a sidewalk, carrying a bag of groceries that looks way too heavy for you. you trip slightly and mutter something that makes him snort.

“ahhh, she’s clumsy. cute.”

he walks alongside you, hands in his pockets, smirking. every few seconds, he tilts his head and watches you like you're a rare flower blooming in chaos.

you stop to help a cat under a bench.

his grin fades to a quiet smile.

“she’s got heart.”

he watches the seconds tick away and mutters, “I hope I’m good enough to keep that smile.”

kokonoi hajime "koko"

you’re in a flower shop, brushing petals off your sweater, softly humming.

koko stands frozen outside the glass, the red light around you reflecting in his dark eyes.

“flowers suit her,” he whispers. “she’s... delicate. expensive.”

but then he sees your hands—ink-stained fingertips, a notebook in your bag, messy scrawls.

he tilts his head.

“you’re not just pretty. you’ve got something... unpolished.”

he steps inside, walks close, eyes locked on your face. his breath catches.

“I never believed in fate.”

he stares as your smile lights the whole space.

“…but maybe I could learn.”

taiju shiba

he appears in a quiet church.

you’re lighting a candle at the altar, your red silhouette bathed in gold.

he flinches, stunned by the sight.

you look peaceful—completely unaware of the towering man standing behind you, breathing like he’s been punched in the chest.

“you’re the one god gave me?” he whispers. “after everything I’ve done?”

he doesn’t step forward.

he stays in the shadows, kneeling, hands clasped.

“you’re too good,” he mutters. “too soft.”

and yet, he can't stop watching you.

his heart, usually stone, cracks.

“I’ll pray to be the man you deserve.”

hakkai shiba

he’s shocked when he sees you.

you’re drawing chalk doodles on the sidewalk with some kids, messy and covered in color. your laugh bursts into the air like music.

hakkai stares, stunned.

“she’s… radiant.”

you make a big flower, giggle when a dog steps over it, and then gently fix it with a smile.

he walks beside you, cheeks red, completely silent.

“she’s gonna think I’m weird,” he mumbles to himself.

he wants to say something. anything.

instead, he just watches.

you stretch your arms, tired but happy.

“I’m gonna fall hard for her,” he admits, voice low. “I already did.”

kakucho

he appears near a bookstore window.

there you are inside, reading quietly, sipping tea, bathed in red light. his heart twists.

“you look like a dream,” he murmurs.

he walks slowly, like approaching something sacred.

your expression is calm—eyes full of thought. you smile faintly at the book’s ending.

he stands there for all two minutes, hands by his sides, unmoving.

“I hope I won’t ruin you.”

you glance toward the window—his direction—and pause, as if sensing something.

he swallows.

“I’ll wait for you. even if it takes lifetimes.”

shinichiro sano

he wakes up in your timeline like it's a dream.

the light is soft. you’re sitting on a porch swing, hugging your knees, eyes closed, letting the wind tangle your hair. the red glow outlines you like something divine.

shinichiro stares, silent. his breath catches.

“you’re real,” he whispers, voice trembling.

he walks over carefully, as if afraid to disturb the moment. you reach up to catch a falling leaf — laughing when you miss.

he smiles softly.

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited.”

he doesn’t speak again. he just sits near you on the steps, watching you exist.

“I hope I live long enough to deserve this.”

time ends with him whispering your name — though you never hear it.

izana kurokawa

it’s night. cold. empty.

you’re sitting on a rooftop, sketching on your arm with a pen. your red silhouette glows like a flickering candle in the dark.

izana stands frozen. the world quiets around him.

“you're… for me?”

he walks forward slowly. there’s confusion in his eyes, something like pain. you tap your foot, lost in thought, chewing the cap of your pen.

he crouches beside you, just watching. studying.

“you're not scared,” he whispers. “even if you should be.”

the wind picks up. your hoodie lifts slightly, and you hug yourself.

“I thought I was meant to be alone.”

he doesn’t cry — he’s past tears. but something inside him breaks quietly.

“If you wait for me… I’ll try to be human again.”

south terano

the music is loud. you’re in a crowded street performance, clapping your hands, laughing with a friend.

and then—your red glow appears.

south sees you across the noise, the flashing lights, and everything else blurs.

you dance a little with the beat, carefree, alive.

he’s struck still.

“no way,” he breathes. “you’re my match?”

he stalks closer, not smiling. just watching.

you pull your hair back, glance around like something caught your attention.

“you’re chaos,” he mutters. “but soft.”

his hands itch to touch, but he doesn’t dare.

in two minutes, he sees everything: your joy, your chaos, your softness.

and when the time ends—

“I’d tear the world apart to hold your hand.”

naoto tachibana

you're in a train station, watching the arrivals board, headphones on. you look calm, collected — glowing crimson in a world of grey.

naoto sees you. his breath catches like he's just found a missing file he thought burned.

he walks closer. observes. quiet.

your hands are in your coat pockets. you shift your weight from one foot to the other, glancing around without urgency.

“she looks like she knows the future,” he whispers.

you blink slowly, mouth moving — maybe you're singing along to your music.

he leans in, eyes sharp.

“why you?” he asks, like a question meant for the universe.

he studies your face like a photograph he’ll keep forever.

“maybe some futures… are worth saving.”

two minutes vanish.

and he’s already calculating how to get back to you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

i wanna do another one of them meeting baby you, or baby them dreaming of adult future you, what do you think? pls comment;d

[ficsforgaza]

for September 15 to September 21

Hi all—please check out this week’s Creator Spotlight! For anyone who doesn’t know what this is: every week we highlight one creator with WIPs to sponsor, one creator with open requests, and one fundraiser that is in desperate need of funding. If this is your first time seeing our blog, welcome! Please check out our pinned post for more information about what we are doing to help the people of Gaza!

˗ˏˋ SPONSOR A WIP SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ @schrodingers-romy / Link to their WIPs

Romy writes for Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, and Tokyo Revengers. Here are two of their WIPs up for sponsorship:

ghost!Nanami Kento x reader

There are many rumors surrounding the old, neglected house you moved into. Supernatural rumors. Despite your skepticism, strange occurrences lead you to believe that there may, in fact, be unexplainable presences in your home. Some, more trustworthy than others...

dragon!Mitsuya Takashi x reader

You are the first sacrifice to the Dragon in decades; you don't know which is worse: the possibility of dying of exposure on the mountain, or being consumed by a mythical beast. Luckily for you, the dragon is not looking for its next meal...in fact, he is looking for the ideal muse, and you are perfect for the job.

˗ˏˋ ACCEPTING REQUESTS SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ @arvandus / Link to their Requests Page

This user is currently accepting requests for the following fandoms: My Hero Academia, Obey Me!, Wind Breaker, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Blue Lock, Black Butler, Attack on Titan, Bleach, Tokyo Revengers, and Bungo Stray Dogs. Please head on over to her blog to make your requests!

˗ˏˋ FUNDRAISER SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ This week we are choosing to once again feature eSIMS for Gaza. We want to reiterate the desperate need for eSIMs (we’ve made a post about this—here’s the link). These eSIMs are used for the people of Gaza to communicate, as telecommunications are otherwise nonexistent. Please consider purchasing eSIMs.

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Crips for eSIMS for Gaza is also an option, you can donate to this fund which will use the money to purchase eSIMS. You can read more about them here. They are also looking for volunteers, so don't be afraid to get involved!

[six-eyed-samurai]

TOKYO REV X INSTAGRAM

🌸MIKEY isn't online that much and by that I mean he probably opens it once in a blue moon. Low-key strikes me as one of those people that randomly become active and spam reels, update stories, instigate shit in the group chat and then boom. Just suddenly disappears again. Has forgotten his password more than once (Emma/Draken memorize it for him). His feed is probably memes or desserts or all kinds of ASMR. Doesn't check the profile of whoever follows him and doesn't follow back; keeps forgetting to set his account to private despite Emma's nagging so he ends up having a bunch of strangers and bots following him, probably

🌸I can see DRAKEN'S Instagram FYP having those would you rather (super expensive, sleek, iconic race cars) or (beautiful celebrity name) reels, motorcycles and whatever got infected by the reels his friends send. Follows a few celebrities/companies/news and only people he knows. Active in stories but rarely actually posts. That one friend that watches all the reels. Muted the GC and everyone's acting like he killed their dog (me).

🌸MITSUYA obviously follows all those big name designers and fashion brands, small t-shirt brands and maybe a couple models. I feel like his account is one of the most active: lots of stories on his sisters, does those "(month) dump) photos, gets tagged a lot on everyone else's photos. Somehow managed to avoid all the brain rot reels; he likes watching reels but hates when they all get repetitive (eg same topic different influencer, same dance moves). I absolutely know he keeps highlights. Has a normal person PFP and bio with favroite music. 10/10 nicest Instagram accounts to look at.

🌸 Predictably CHIFUYU'S Instagram account is full of Peke J, silly cat stuff, manga updates (he follows the mangaka) and out of context life updates ("just ate glass ow"). Super easy password to guess - pekej123 probably. His posts are selfies, cats, his friends, cats, once his mom, cats...I think Chifuyu can never decide on a profile picture to stick to as well. Depending on what his current obsession is probably changes it to his favourite character/Peke J/ some blurry selfie. Secretly dreams of having a girlfriend to match it with so a) he has a girlfriend! b) it's cute and c) he doesn't have to decide for himself.

🌸 I'm sorry but I see BAJI as one of those really bad at using social media people, which is a real shame because if he did figure it out he'd probably have a gigantic following and spam reels to everyone. Always accidentally shares the wrong story to Close Friends or public - in fact his account is public too, because he forgets to change it to private and actually doesn't really know how. Follows his mom and tells his friends not to tag him in freaky/gang stuff because she can see it. Posts like he's never heard of stories.

🌸KAZUTORA probably only got an Instagram account because of his friends or when he's working at the pet store, to follow and promote it. Eventually grows to like it though and gets addicted to reels...probably subconsciously absorbs the brainrot and doesn't realize until someone points it out. Surprisingly frequent poster once he gets the hang of it. Hates watching trends because they get too repetitive but loves it when it's of someone's pet dancing.

🌸 TAKEMITCHY has the most normal and typical account ever. Posts a lot of the gang and eventually Hinata dominates it all because simp boyfriend. Probably has some "inspiring" quote on his bio. The good photos of him (aka the ones where he doesn't look like an overly excited kid taking selfies) came from other people."Me and bro" kinda reels are on his FYP a lot; one time he didn't share a "send this lucky Buddha to someone or risk bad luck tomorrow" and had a really bad day so now religiously shares it out.

🌸Definitely one of the girls who posts one picture of themselves and gets about 1000 likes, EMMA is the most frequent user of Instagram and posts like an influencer. Has everyone's Instagram and if you want to stalk someone hit her up. Watches and likes every one of Draken's stories and you can't convince me otherwise. Shinichiro is very unhappy so many stranger boys follow her. Very cute PFP, very aesthetic pictures, very demure-

🌸HINATA has a very private account, so you can't really tell what she's up to based of her online activity. Just a couple photos of friends with no obvious faces, scenery snapshots, fit photos with her face cropped out, which Emma insists is a big shame because she's so pretty!! That friend who sends you "I'm so proud of you" posts and really nice reels. Instagram note probably has some trending song as well.

🌸 I low-key feel like YUZUHA is one of those girls who only take pictures of part of their face - forehead, cheek, shoulder, neck, but never the whole thing. Uses it mainly to help promote Hakkai in the good timelines. Her FYP is beyond cursed and so are the reels she sends. I can see her and Hakkai doing dance trends together to post or playing around with filters.

[hiloveitsalright]

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.

Finished works:

- Toman High School Host Club, one-short where Chifuyu has a weird OHSHC-inspired dream about his friends, that you can read here or on AO3. Someone asked me for the sequel, so there's now a follow-up story (that can be read on its own) focused on Keisuke & Kazutora, called Chifuyu the Ikemen : here or on AO3.

- 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 friendship, 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.

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.

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.

but also: 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 / the kitty cat tour, 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.

[originalmitsuyatakashi]

Can i say Holy Shit here for a second? i honestly thought no one would give a flying fuck about my poem, but then as i scroll my friend sends me a link im like cool its @tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang then i'm like what the fuck when that same friend (Haitani obssesed) friend was like 'i asked a tumblr abt ur poem' so i read it and im like what the hell? so i read @tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang 's response and i would like to say if its alfight my prof is mitsuya because i like the lilac color flow and i wouldn't say i loved him or whater extent it ment but the poem i wrote i had to turn in for a summer class and i felt like changing m ine from "his name uknown" to "his name was Takashi mitsuya" because, i mean who in the anime besides maybe fuyu and mitchi show almost to all of the qualites im grateful for my friend not to show my user but i'm still beating her ass for bashing it when it could've stayed hidden in the corner of tumblr left to rot ion mean to bash if it sounds like it im srry but im mad at my friend rather than tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang but im srry that u got pulled in on this shit. srry everyone for my spelling and grammar mistakes >^<!

[alfredo0724]

Tokyo Revengers Animal Crossing Headcannons - Toman Captains ver.

(This is entirely stupid and funny pls bear with me)

Slight manga spoilers below the cut

Takemichi, Mikey, Mitsuya, Pah, Nahoya, Kazutora, Baji

Coming soon: Toman Vice Captains Black Dragons Tenjiku Girlies

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Takemichi

He is so messy pls

Weeds. Everywhere.

He would have cockroaches in his house and be too lazy to get rid of them

Broke. As. Fuck.

He spent all his money on the dumbest clothing options

Has some flowers around his island that Hina gave him

Likes to catch bugs but he sucks so bad at it

Has accidentally eaten fruit and destroyed rocks

Never picks up his shells either

His island doesn't really have a theme, just different kinds of furniture

Mikey

Fruit trees everywhere

Has the food themed villagers

Has all the silly 'tool' items like the glow-stick, poppers, etc

Constantly uses the emotes

Stupid idiot always runs on his own flowers by accident

Asked Mitsuya to design the toman jackets for him

Made his island flag a toman flag

Cooks the recipes but he forgets to keep up with his farm

Has a city themed island with a lot of the customized stalls

Mitsuya

Uses the designer pro like his life depends on it

He's that one try hard on Pinterest that has all of the ridiculously intricate designs

Avid path user

Has all of the cooking recipes and uses them regularly

Has collected all of the Labele accessories

Wears his own designed clothing

His farm is so organized

Gifts all of his villagers nicer clothes/accessories

His island is very elegantly themed

Uses shep's island to take photos of his villagers in outfits

Pah

Constantly visits Peh's island

Plays with his wife

The bugs freak him out even though they're in the videogame

Has a bunch of outdoorsy furniture

Constantly gifts his villagers

Re-designs his villagers houses

Has his beaches decorated

Loves swimming for the sea critters and puts them on display

Nahoya

Hits his villagers with axes and nets

Seriously they all hate him

Has a creepy apocalyptic themed island

He will steal your bell tree earnings

Will put holes in your island

Even has disturbing custom design clothing/face-paint

Will intentionally run on your flowers

Gifts his villagers the most disturbing clothing

Has the weird critters displayed on his island

Kazutora

Has all the tiger villagers

Animal print everywhere

Always at Chifuyu or Baji's islands.

Some weeds here and there

Has a tropical themed island

A lot of the fruit furniture everywhere

Also has some beach themed furniture

Goes to the mystery islands a lot

Baji

Best friends with all of his villagers

Made it his mission to complete the museum

Definitely has some of the critters out for decoration

Takes the fishing tourney very seriously

Has the animal themed furniture

Gives his villagers lots of fruits/foods

Has a mountain themed island with a lot of wooden and stone based furniture

Ceo of waterfalls

[yasuhiromuto]

update i never posted it. i found it bc id sent it to fallon though and it turned out it needed heavy updating so heres the new official hotness

someones going to want to turn my ass to grass for not putting mitsuya in mother but im standing tall in my truth here mitsuya is NOT mothering. mitsuya creates mothers yes but he is not mothering in and of himself. he isnt camp. he isnt giving for the sake of giving. hes too down to earth and you know it

“uerhh well if camp is what makes you mother then why isn’t hanma mother” not the right combo of camp + serve + eat. now if this was a spookypop list hed be mothering HARD but thats not what were here for

and if i have to explain to anybody what mucho is doing in girlypop then were simply operating on different levels. there is something girlypop about yasuhiro muto. All there is to it

thank you youtube user phaun for the girlypop tier concept youre the blueprint gurl

did i post my girlypop tierlist. genuinely cant remember. i aint going through all those backposts

[jentoshi]

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@ m11tsuya @ Mitsuya2d

@ iForMitsu @ mitsuyatr

@ tokyomitsu @ onlymitsuyas

@ revmitsuya @ mit5uyaa

@ i6mitsuya @ M1TSUYISTA

[m-urder]

. . . MITSUYA LAYOUTS ★%

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[slttygeto]

they somehow get them to read thirst tweets and they're split into the funniest trios

hanma, ran and kisaki are stuck together reading the tweets and it's extra hilarious because hanma and ran are known to be the ones who have had the most awkward interactions on set. "hanma is so fucking hot and ran is so pretty why don't they just fuck and then fuck me--woaaaah, okay..." hanma runs a hand over his face, clearly uncomfortable while ran literally hides behind his hands. kisaki on the other hand is dying at the interaction, enjoying it a little too much.

taiju and mitsuya are paired up together, and the twitter users make sure to remind taiju that they don't agree w his character's actions.

"need to smash taiju's head with a fucking brick and call him a useless cunt over and over again before riding his face and--do they like me or hate me?" he looks up from the cards with a confused look on his face, mitsuya laughs next to him. "I'm assuming it's a mix of both."

also actors! tokrev men are an absolute menace because they're so good at playing their role, that you forget that they're absolute goofballs behind the scenes.

[airbendertendou]

I'M IN RUINS! ♡ mitsuya takashi

synopsis : maybe he really is just that nice to everyone. | inspired by the cdrama hidden love

song inspo ; going dumb by stray kids, alesso, corsak

cw : baji!reader ; reader has their period, but no pronouns ; baji is referred to as your brother, but looks aren't stated ; more of a college-ish au ; kazutora favortism briefly got the best of me

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It's so unfair, you think. Being so close to him, yet not allowing to linger — it's disheartening. You ache ; suffer and beg and cry, thinking of your brother's friend.

Baji sighs as you frown at him. "Do you really need to go?"

"Why am I not allowed to?" You reply. You'd put on your cutest outfit and your favorite shoes. After hearing Mitsuya was tagging along to this little get together, how could you not? "I'm hungry and you're going to eat."

"You never want to go," your brother argues. You cross your arms and tilt your head, raising your eyebrows to look stern. It's the way your mom looks at him ; the way she gets him to listen. Keisuke clicks his tongue, "whatever. Come on, then."

——♡——

By the time Chifuyu pulls up to the meeting area, your stomach is aching. You shuffle where you stand, sending a meek smile to Draken when he looks your way. Kazutora is distracting your brother, giggling together as you wait for the last guest to arrive.

A rumble hits the wind, covering the chattering of the other guys and numerous shoppers. Lilac hair shines in the light and you hold your breath — he's here.

"Boys," Mitsuya grins as he parks his bike. His eyes slide to you, smile growing gentle, less teasing. “Hey, trouble. Make a last minute decision to come?"

You nod silently, holding your stomach and trying to hide your grimace. Mitsuya tilts his head curiously, but gets taken into a conversation with Draken. You tug on the end of Baji's hair, "I'm going to the bathroom really quick."

A chest is pressed to your back quicker than you can think. A hand — gentle and firm simultaneously — leads you to the left. Mitsuya clears his throat as you scowl at him. "I'll show you where the bathroom is."

You want to cry. You're absolutely mortified at what you discover. Your pee is red — the reason behind your stomach pain is clear. Your favorite bottoms are stained and you're unable to wear them now. Having your period is natural, nothing to be ashamed about.

But, Mitsuya noticed. He shielded your backside so that no one else would see the splash of blood.

Leaning against the stall's wall, you sniffle as tears drip down your nose. You'd texted Draken about your current problem — Keisuke had broken his phone just yesterday. The blond was your only hope at this point ; you hoped he'd read your text soon.

"[Name]," a knock to the bathroom door startles you. "Here. I'll wait for you, okay?"

Humiliation — Mitsuya had taken it upon himself to get you supplies. Taking in a stuttered breath, you fought to make your sobs unknown. You dab your face with toilet paper lightly before opening the door. Quickly, you snatch the bag you see and ignore the one standing in the doorway.

He'd gotten you a new outfit, too. The same color as your previous one, so that no one else would notice what happened. Your tears fell again as you situated yourself.

Once out of the bathroom, you sniff and avoid Mitsuya's gaze. Draken is leaning against the wall across from you, looking over you quickly as you walked to him. You brush your bottoms lightly, head to the floor as you stand in silence.

"No big deal," Draken reassures you. He pats the top of your head with a grin, "let me know if you want to go home, okay?"

Your nod is stopped by an arm wrapping aound your shoulders. Mitsuya squeezes you close to him, trapping you in the smell of his cologne. "S'all good, trouble. Tell us if you feel unwell."

The light catches through a window, shining on Mitsuya like a hidden halo. His eyes light up, his eyelashes curving against his cheek as he smiles. Mitsuya's nose scrunches as laughs at something Draken says. Peeking at you with his peripheral vision, he tilts his head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so nice to me.” It's said before you can even think. Because he is nice to you — kind, welcoming and warm. Mitsuya squeezes you a bit closer before letting go of you completely. Chifuyu waves your way excitedly. Your small, "thank you," is covered by the noise of the restaraunt.

——♡——

Mitsuya had left the table not long ago. Keisuke shoves your shoulder, causing you to bump into Kazutora. The dual-haired boy gasps dramatically before shoving into your right shoulder, bumping you back into your brother.

Your giggles are drowned out by the sight of Draken shaking his head. Chifuyu speaks through his own laughter, "where's Mitsuya?"

"Flirting," Draken says with a roll of his eyes. Your smile fades, falling from your face slowly at the words. Draken lets out a loud sigh, "can't take him anywhere."

Baji grumbles into your ear, "I'll say."

Kazutora snorts, covering his mischivious grin with his hand. He lays his head on your shoulder, "oh, whatever shall we do with such a pretty boy?"

Your grin inflates again at Kazutora's casual teasing. You ruffle his hair, scrunching your nose as he scowls playfully at you. "You're a pretty boy, too, you know."

Kazutora's eyes widen, his cheeks pinkening at your words as he sits up straight. Your eyes slide across the table. "So is Chifuyu, honestly." You look to your brother and grimace, "don't know what happened to you."

Baji clicks his tongue before shoving you again. Kazutora catches you in a backwards hug, his forearm settling across your collarbones. "Be nice to [name], Baji!"

"Jus' cause you were called pretty..." your brother grumbles to himself.

The chair across from you is pulled out, a loud screech hitting the area you're in. Mitsuya plops down with a stone-faced expression, his eyes focused solely on you. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

"Like you can talk," Draken teases. The tall blond flutters his eyelashes and clasps his hands together. "Oh, it's you! From class! The fashion designer!"

"Can't talk to my classmates now?"

Chifuyu snickers, kicking your foot under the table as he does. You shake your head, sinking your chin below Kazutora's arm to hide your grin. Mitsuya eyes your position idly before tilting his head, "you both look comfy."

Kazutora pulls you closer, "[Name] thinks I'm pretty."

"I said Chifuyu was, too!"

The dual-haired boy hums into your ear. "But, you thought of me first."

"As fun as this is," Draken looks up from his phone. He sighs before pocketing the device. "Mikey is calling for us. Want me to take you home, [name]?"

"I'll do it," Mitsuya interrupts. He lets out a sigh, gaze drifting from you and laying on the table. "I'm going to check on my sisters, anyways."

You're waving to your friends as Mitsuya leans against his bike. You can feel him watching you, but you ignore his eyes to grin gleefully at Kazutora.

"He your recent crush?"

"What?" You blink, turning to face the lilac-haired boy. Mitsuya shrugs, making no move to leave as he gazes at you. "Kazu? He's not my crush, why?"

"But, you do have one," he steps closer to you. "A crush."

Gulping, you move away from him and to the back of the bike. "Maybe."

Mitsuya hums, "your brother know?"

"Why would I tell Keisuke about a crush?" You lean beside him now, frowning to the ground. Kicking at the sidewalk with your foot, you scrunch your nose. "He's horrible at keeping secrets."

He nods and you're hyperaware of the way his arm brushes against yours. It's like he's doing it on purpose — moving closer to you. "I'm not. You can tell me who it is."

"No thanks!"

"Why not?"

You grow silent, even as Mitsuya gets closer. His arm is behind your back at this point, his hand sitting on the seat of his bike. "You don't need to know."

"I want to."

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" As he doesn't answer, you finally look his way. Soft, dreamy eyes are looking at you. His gaze feels heavy ; heated as he stares your way. "Mitsuya?"

He blinks and looks away, "maybe."

"Would you tell me who it is?"

"Well, that's not fair," he leans closer, his lips brush against your ear, "is it, [name]?"

You freeze, eyes widening as Mitsuya tilts his head at you curiously. Staring at the ground, you think about it for a second. You think maybe I should tell him ; maybe it's time. Then your mind flashes back to before — to when Draken said he was flirting.

"Oh, is it someone from your class? The one Ken was talking about?"

Mitsuya doesn't answer — that means yes, you think. Downhearted, you frown and scoot away from him, leaving room to breathe. He doesn't allow that, though, scooting until your arms are pressed together once again.

"It's a friend," Mitsuya speaks up. He leans more to the left, his chin almost resting on your right shoulder. "A close friend."

You gasp dramatically, hoping to interrupt the intense atmosphere. "It's Chifuyu, isn't it? Knew it — he's irresistible."

Mitsuya snorts, rolling his eyes. You smile at the sound, oblivious to the way he gazes at you. He bites his lip, hesitant, but nudges the tip of his shoe against yours anyways. You meet his gaze — his eyes flicker from yours briefly before he smiles tenderly. "I'll tell you who it is. Eventually."

You trust he'll keep his word.

——♡—— idk abt a part two for this one... tbh i like how it ends. if youd like to b tagged / untagged in any tokyo revengers content, let me know! ♡

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[yujist]

Hellooo !! Baji keisuke and mitsuya takashi usernames ???

hii ! i made them for twitter because you didn't specify but lmk if you need them for another app :)

here they are:

—BAJI KEISUKE USERS twitter

(l= lowercase L)

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—MITSUYA TAKASHI USERS twitter

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lmk (comment or dm) if you used plss, so i can cross out the ones not avaliable anymore / dejame saber si usaste alguno (por mensaje o comentario) para tachar los que ya no están disponibles :)