#tokyo revengers spoilers ahead

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I wonder if Rindou's having war flashbacks here, after everything he went through with Kakucho's "training" and those yakuza, now Izana wants to do it all over again 🙃

[catching-thunderstorms]

Listen, it's actually a curse having read the manga. They're all my babies now and the fact that Inui just whacked Mitsuya across the head with a cane, just makes me feel like a disappointed mom.

Like, I'm not angry at you Inui, I’m just VERY disappointed!😔

[daisynik7]

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre: Romance, Canon-Divergent AU

cw: switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), explicit language, angst, hurt/comfort, non-canon compliant, canon-typical violence, fluff, slow burn, eventual smut, eventual time-skip

Summary: Student, big brother, sewing expert, and Second Division Caption of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Takashi Mitsuya is an 18-year-old boy who wears many different hats. With graduation approaching in a few short months, he must decide what path he wants to follow into his future: continue his life as a delinquent or live in normalcy, a concept he’s never been familiar with, an idea he’s only chased but never captured. Until one day, he meets Hana Shimizu, the very definition of ordinary. That’s what he thinks, at first. Little does he know that this “ordinary” girl would change his life.

Author's Notes: I binged all two seasons of Tokyo Revengers within the past two weeks and I'm OBSESSED with Mitsuya! He is absolutely husband material, so I was inspired to write this, I hope you like it! It's my first time writing a female original character, but I'm keeping it formatted like a reader-insert because I genuinely enjoy writing in that style. Heads up, she does have a name and a few distinct qualities - she has hair and is chubby (similar to me!), but it's not the main focus of the story. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you for reading!

Chapter Title and Summary (spoiler-free):

Chapter 1: Cut From the Same Cloth - Takashi Mitsuya has always lived his life being true to himself. Despite being the proud Second Division Captain of the notorious Tokyo Manji Gang, he never hides the softer side of him: He cares deeply for his two younger sisters and enjoys spending his free time sewing. When a classmate, Hana Shimizu, approaches him, asking for lessons in sewing, he agrees, not seeing any downsides to having some company.

Chapter 2: On Pins and Needles - Hana babysits Luna and Mana for the first time. Mitsuya catches up with Draken before attending a short, but tumultuous Toman meeting at Musashi Shrine.

Chapter 3: A Stitch Ahead - Mitsuya is asked to create jackets for the newly appointed captains, to which he reluctantly agrees. When the deadline arrives and he still hasn’t finished, he enlists your aid to help him complete his task. The same day, the two of you make dinner together for his sisters, leaving Mitsuya with a lasting impression.

Chapter 4: Cute as a Button - Mitsuya skips a session of sewing lessons, attempting to keep his distance after realizing his growing feelings for you. You’re left wondering where you stand with him, confused by his behavior the last time you saw him. Soon enough, you both realize that these feelings are too intense to ignore.

Chapter 5: Bursting at the Seams - You and Mitsuya make your newly blossomed relationship official. To commemorate this special occasion, he invites you to his house for breakfast, where you meet his mother. 

Chapter 6: Heart on a Sleeve - You and Mitsuya make your budding relationship public and things only continue to grow from there. The Tokyo Manji gang successfully absorbs the Leviathans all thanks to the efforts of new captains Tetta Kisaki and Shuji Hanma. Despite Mikey’s praise for them during this month’s meeting, Mitsuya remains wary of the two. His suspicions only increase when he runs into them while on a date with you. 

Chapter 7: Reap What You Sew - A dinner with you, Mitsuya, and your parents quickly goes south. Mitsuya makes a decision that could lead to dire consequences. 

Chapter 8: Hanging by a Thread - After leaving the Tokyo Manji Gang, Mitsuya feels like his life is on the right track. They have their fearless leader Mikey back to his usual self and Mitsuya’s relationship with Hana grows stronger day by day. They graduate, ready for the next big step in their lives. But with everything said and done, the past will always haunt the brothers of Toman, for better and for worse.  

Chapter 9: A Rough Patch (tbd)

Chapter 10: Mending What's Broken (tbd)

Please do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission! Thank you!

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

TOKYO REVENGERS SEASON 3 EP 7

/!\ manga spoilers ahead /!\

Kakucho being the youngest by four years (three for Rindo) and being the one done with the others' bullshit

- has only said like 3 lines for the moment

- isn't going to fight at all

- 'background character' (he wants to look like one so treat him as one!!! Dammit !!!)

- gets a presentation frame

(Not my sister saying it was so people will recognize him in bonten when he'll have his pink hair)

They are so dramatic I swear—

No.

No.

My heart can't take this pls don't

Snow angels 🥹

(And the igloo!!)

And so, for the first time of my life I see an eclipse

As my sister said: 'it'd be better if [irl people] began to see Takemichi not as a fighter but as what he truly is: a cheerleader'

Sanzu 'Mikey's not here so I'm not doing shit' Haruchiyo

THE KAKU-CHAN YOU KNEW WAS 8 TAKEMICHI.

AND NOT TRAUMATIZED AS FAR AS WE KNOW OF

Time for Koko's romance arc flashback start ig.. Let's do this

Wondering how the scene in the library is going to be animated

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I love the Mizo five so much man

[nana-mania]

“PENITENCE” he regrets everything, wishing to turn back time to make up for his loved one.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : tetta kisaki

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, angst, siblings!au, sister!reader

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : manga spoiler, blood, death, major angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU were seven when your parents divorced, and Tetta was four. The split was abrupt and messy, leaving both of you reeling. Your mother worked long hours to distract herself from heartbreak, and your father completely distanced himself, leaving the two of you with only each other to rely on. You took on the role of a caregiver, cooking simple meals, helping Tetta with his homework, and tucking him into bed at night with stories of brave knights and magical lands.

Tetta adored you, looking up to you as both a sister and a surrogate parent. Your bond was strong, forged in the crucible of shared hardship. Despite the challenges, you managed to create a world of warmth and security within your small home.

As the years passed, your responsibilities grew. Balancing school and looking after Tetta became increasingly difficult. Yet, you persevered, driven by love and a sense of duty. Tetta, in turn, thrived under your care, excelling in school academically.

Although Tetta was not as outgoing as other children, you loved him as the way he was. He was a genius, a prodigy, so you didn't worry much about his reputation. He excelled in his academic journey.

But as Tetta entered his teenage years, things began to take a drastic turn. He started hanging out with a different crowd outside his school, kids who seemed to always be in trouble. You noticed the shifts: the late nights, the change of his appearance, the defiant attitude. You tried to reach out but Tetta began to pull away.

Countless arguments ensued at home every time you confronted him regarding his dangerous behavior, to the point you raised your hand one time and slapped him. Ever since that day, Tetta despised you, while you drowned yourself in guilt. You blamed yourself for everything, for failing to understand your little brother.

In the months that followed, the distance between you and Tetta grew. He became more deeply involved with his activities. The warmth and camaraderie that once defined your relationship were replaced with icy silence and tense confrontations. You threw yourself into studies, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, while Tetta drifted further away.

You didn't understand, you couldn't fathom it. Where did it all go wrong? What did you do to deserve this fate? Tetta, the only family who loved and adored you..was fading away.

One day, you put all the puzzle pieces together. The fateful encounter with his childhood friend, Hinata, and her boyfriend, Takemichi, brought everything to light. Through Takemichi, you somewhat understood Tetta's reasoning.

That's what brought you here today, to the battlefield between Toman and Tenjiku; to stop your little brother's madness and acute schemes.

You sprinted through the dimly lit streets, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The night air was cool against your flushed skin, but it did little to alleviate the burning in your lungs. Ahead, you saw Takemichi's silhouette, his figure illuminated by the occasional streetlamp. He was running with a sense of purpose, his focus unwavering as he pursued your little brother, Tetta.

You pushed yourself harder, the urgency of the situation spurring you on. Tetta's small frame was just barely visible in the distance, his movements frantic and desperate. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual bustle of the city replaced by an almost oppressive silence. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness, a constant reminder of how little time you have left.

Every second counted, and you couldn't afford to fall behind. Your legs ached, but you forced them to keep moving, to keep pushing forward. You couldn't let Tetta slip through your fingers again.

As you caught up to Takemichi. you saw him suddenly halt, his body rigid, his eyes locked on something in the distance. Confusion and a sense of dread washed over you. Why did he stop? You were about to call out to him when you finally see it.

Your heart stopped. Time seemed to slow as you took in the horrifying scene before you. Tetta was lying in the middle of the street, motionless. His body twisted unnaturally. His limbs were splayed out, and he was supporting himself weakly on his left elbow whilst trying his hardest to get up. Signs of bleeding and bruises were visible on his face, the blood trickling down the side of his head.

Tetta's mind felt foggy, as if he were trying to swim through thick, murky water. His body felt heavy, every movement sluggish and uncoordinated. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world remained a blur of lights and shadows.

With a groan, Tetta attempted to push himself up from the ground, his muscles trembling with effort. But to his horror, his body refused to respond. Panic surged through him, sharp and suffocating.

What's happening to me? Why can't I move?

"Huh?" His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled against the invisible force that seemed to be holding him down. His mind raced with terrifying possibilities, each more horrifying than the last. Was he paralyzed? Had he been injured in the accident?

As his vision began to clear, Tetta forced himself to take stock of his surroundings. He was lying in the middle of the street, the harsh glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. His body felt twisted and contorted, his limbs splayed at unnatural angles.

And then it hit him, a sickening wave of realization that threatened to overwhelm him. He wasn't just injured. He was dying.

Tears stung Tetta's eyes as he struggled to come to terms with the truth. He wanted to scream, to rage against his cruel fate. How could it end like this?

"DAMMIT! THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! I CAN'T STAND UP!"

"SHIT- ARGH!"

Tetta's screams echoed through the empty streets, a raw, primal sound of anguish and desperation. He thrashed against the invisible chains that held him down, his muscles burning with exertion. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat and blood that coated his skin.

Tetta's struggles ceased as he felt the warmth of the hand enveloping him, a stark contrast to the cold grip of despair that had held him moments before. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the familiar voice, soft and soothing, calling out his name with gentle warmth.

"Tetta," the voice whispered, like a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. "It's okay, Tetta. I'm here."

Tears welled up in Tetta's eyes as he turned towards the source of the voice, his vision blurred. There, kneeling beside him, was you.

"Sis.." Tetta choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. You remained smiling for your little brother, cupping his face, You could his temperature dropping significantly. The realization broke your heart and tormented your heart with fear of the future. Yet you stayed smiling for Tetta.

"I don't want to die!" he cried, his voice hoarse with extreme fear.

"You won't. You won't." You tried to reassure Tetta, although you knew his fate was already sealed.

"You don't have to worry. I called the ambulance already. You will be fine, okay? Trust me." You reassured again, as tears began to well up in your eyes. You smiled tearfully at Tetta, and his chest tightened. The crystal tears glistening in your eyes dropped on his face.

Your smile was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, filling him with a sense of warmth and comfort he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity.

As Tetta's memories flooded his mind, each moment of cruelty and neglect towards you felt like a dagger piercing his heart. The weight of his actions bore down on him with crushing force, his chest tightening with the weight of regret and guilt.

Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he choked on his sobs, his apologies pouring out in a torrent of anguish and remorse. "I'm sorry, sis," he cried, "I'm so sorry for everything. Please, please forgive me."

He could feel the weight of your embrace, your arms holding him close with a tenderness that he knew...he didn't deserve. With each word of apology, he begged for your forgiveness, his voice growing hoarse with desperation.

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered, his words barely audible through his tears. "You don't deserve a younger brother like me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

His heart ached with the intensity of his longing to make amends, to undo the pain he had caused you through his thoughtless actions. He vowed to himself that if he could just survive this, he would dedicate himself to being the brother you deserved, to making up for all the hurt he had inflicted upon her.

And as Tetta clung to his sister, his tears mingling with yours, he prayed with every fiber of his being that somehow, someway, he would be given the opportunity to redeem himself, to earn back the love and trust that he had so callously thrown away.

You shook your head, defying his words. "Don't say that. No matter what happens, you'll always be my beloved little brother, Tetta. In this life, or in another life and forever.."

"Because I love you.."

As Tetta's desperate struggle against death continued, his heart beat with a fierce determination to cling to life for your sake. With each labored breath, he fought against the encroaching darkness, his sole desire to utter those words back to you.

But as the shadows grew deeper and the light began to fade, Tetta's strength waned. His chest heaved with the effort of drawing in air, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

"Sis, I...lo.." And though his lips formed the words, no sound escaped them, lost in the silence of the night.

He wanted so desperately to tell you how much you meant to him, to ask for your forgiveness one last time. But as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that his time had run out.

With a final, shuddering breath, Tetta's body went limp in your arms, his last exhale a gentle whisper against her skin. The world seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of profound stillness.

In the deafening silence of the night, you opened your eyes to meet Tetta's gaze, hoping against hope to find a glimmer of life, a spark of warmth in his eyes. But as you looked into his vacant stare, your heart plummeted like a stone sinking into the depths of despair.

The lights that once danced in his eyes were gone, extinguished like stars fading into the blackness of the night sky. His gaze held no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only an emptiness that chilled you to the core.

A strangled sob escaped your lips as the horrifying truth dawned on you, crashing over you like a tidal wave of grief. Tetta was gone. His spirit had departed, leaving behind only the shell of his earthly form.

You reached out a trembling hand, brushing your fingertips against his cold, lifeless cheek, wishing desperately for some sign, some indication that this was all just a terrible nightmare. But there was no denying the truth that lay before you.

Tears blurred your vision as you cradled Tetta's still form in your arms, the weight of his absence pressing down on you like a leaden weight. Your heart felt as though it had been torn from your chest, shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

With a cry that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the night, you collapsed against Tetta's lifeless body, your sobs wracking your entire being. Your cries echoed through the empty streets, a mournful symphony of grief and despair.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[innaillus]

Happy Birthday Taiju! P2

Me: "OMG Toji finally got animated--" Taiju: "You wanna repeat that?" Me: "Welcome home, honey. I did the dishes, the laundry, cleaned the house, watered the plants, fed the sharks, and cooked dinner. Let me take your jacket. Please have a seat. Here is your whiskey on the rock. I'll get the bath ready in the meantime." *Lights his cigar.*

(The playlist is private cause it has bad and embarrassing and very personal parts. I haven't pruned it yet LOL.)

(Minor spoilers and gushing ahead!)

I fell for his gains, then stayed for the character development. I love his character design, especially his face. I find him beautiful, not like a flower or an ikemen, but like a wild beast. And this just gets me... When reading the manga, I thought he had black and blond hair like Kazutora and at first it was weird to see the colored covers but then I fell for this palette too. The tattoos, especially the quote. The grin, the canines. The eyes. THE NOSE!?!?!?! PLEASE, HIS NOSE?!!?! *That* side profile in the restaurant scene was the real matchmaker, not even his beefy back and shoulders.

I love what a sinner he is, how lonely he is in the end. I love his intensity, his confidence, his strength. That he can stand up and change. (And also, thank you, Wakui-sensei, for not flipping his personality completely in his redemption...) I love that he is so capable, that he "made it" in life, without becoming a criminal. ALSO HIS NAME?!?!? EXCUSE ME?! The sound of it, and the characters too... please...

There is no other character I drew so many times and I still wish I could have done more. I want to do more. Bigger, better. He changed the way I draw forever. My passion for drawing him made me realise what I like to do the most and I developed my art style through drawing him. I struggled a lot with finding out what I wanna do and how. There are a million ways to do an artwork and I easily get lost in planning and not doing... But as long as it was him, it was fine, cause at least I was having fun. I wasn't anxious anymore. It wasn't like other characters I like, those who are super popular. I thought nobody liked him, so it was okay if I messed it up. But then people started to leave comments and share my stuff. And through drawing him, I realised I'm actually not that alone with this, or liking Tokyo Revengers.

Wow, this got deep. Eww, emotions. Sorry.

[fueledbysano]

𝟎𝟏𝟐 | Don't Let Me Go

summary: while in the middle of a deeply personal mission in her hometown, [ Y / N ] recalls the night of her runaway. Mikey unknowingly initiates a big deal in their relationship. Takemichi encourages Moein to meet the two.

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, comfort, fluff, angst, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

wc: 3k

a/n: so i just discovered a manga called nine peaks and it has the same idea to the plot of this story!

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“What did I do?” [ Y / N ] spoke, establishing an annoyed tone.

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to chat.” Izana answered.

“What could we possibly chat about?” She pointed out.

“She doesn’t remember, doesn’t she?” Izana turned to his right-man.

“I don’t think so.” Kakucho answered.

“[ Y / N ] [ L / N ]. 17, born in Yokohama, left at a fire station and tossed around four foster homes. Went by the names; [ Y / N ] Mikami, [ Y / N ] Kaji, [ Y / N ] Ando, and then back to [ Y / N ] [ L / N ].” Izana paced in circles, unraveling the girl's past right before her and his men.

[ Y / N ] was flabbergasted, to say at least. Having heard those words from a man that she's only heard of, and only met today. “Who told you that?” She flatly spoke.

“I can also go on with your real parents, but I only have your father’s file here.” Izana replied, holding up a brown envelope similar to the one in her car.

“Where did you get that?” She folded, failing to conceal the confusion in her voice.

“Here’s your dinner, [ Y / N ].” The same stale bread and bland soup was served in front of [ Y / N ], just like a thousand times before. Being thirteen years old in an orphanage was quite a rare case, considering that kids are typically adopted before hitting adolescence.

[ Y / N ] has, though. Not once, but three times; by different families. However, she still felt foreign in any home she stayed in, not as different from the orphanage, urging her to transfer with every return.

This was something that no teenager dreamt of. Today, she decided to break the cycle and live on her own, if no one would take her in.

[ Y / N ] had no choice but to take the food for one last time, knowing that it will be a long night ahead of her.

She shortly followed her roommates when she finished eating, blending in to the wave of kids as they prepared for bedtime.

“Why aren't you in your pajamas yet?" The girl on top of her bunk bed asks.

“These are my sleeping clothes.” She simply answered, slowly lifting the blankets and tuckig herself in.

Underneath it was also a duffel bag, containing her clothes, a crowbar and wire cutter which she’d earlier stole from the storage unit. After all, those are the basics of hijacking a car according to her mechanics book.

The rest of rhe kids are starting to return to the room, which indicates bedtime. [ Y / N ] immediately knew that she was now in the hardest phase of her escape plan.

In the future where she may decide to learn about her real family, she would need her personal file that’s being kept in the office. She’d tried asking for it before, but was always denied or ignored. So she took the matter in her own hands.

“Good night, kids.” The headmistress spoke before shutting the lights off.

Reaching to her pockets, [ Y / N ] proudly smiled at herself when she quietly took the keys of the admin office.

She'd snatched it from the lady just minutes ago, as she was having dinner. [ Y / N ] had never pickpocketed her whole life, and she was surprised that she pulled it off just fine.

A couple of minutes had already passed. [ Y / N ] was growing impatient but some kids may still be awake. She tossed and turned under the sheets, recalling the plan in her head over and over as time passed.

Gray cabinet. Low drawer.

“Hello?” When [ Y / N ] was sure that the her roommates were asleep, she quietly snuck to the door and into the hallway.

Normally, an eerie-looking dark hallway would scare her. But she was too focused to the office ahead and she was determined that she can pull this off.

Upon unlocking the office, she headed straight to the file cabinet which contained her file, based on her observations. “Yes!” Upon seeing her name, she retrieved it from the drawer, not bothering to close it back or lock the door on the way out.

Some kids were already asleep when [ Y / N ] took her duffel bag in one go. She jumped through the window, and over the fence, heading to the driveway where the social worker’s sedan was parked.

She jammed the crowbar onto the window and jimmied the lock, moving it in left-to-right motions, just like her book stated.

Under the steering wheel were the bundle of wires she pulled on, not seeing the wire she was supposed to pull, due to the dim lights.

“I’m so screwed.” She chanted, almost out of breath as she attempted to look for the wires that connected to the engine. Reaching for her bag, she scanned through the pages and looked for the information, using it as some sort of manual.

“There you go.” She snipped the orange wire, ready to hotwire it, just like in the shows. However, she started to realize that this will be her first time driving. Luckily, it’s an automatic vehicle. She’s read about it and watched shows, but never really put it to practice.

“Is that [ Y / N ]?” Her nerves chilled when she heard her name from a distance, realizing that the lights to her dorm room were open, and one kid was looking through the window.

“Oh no.” She slammed the wires faster as the engine sputtered, giving one last spark before it finally started.

“No turning back.” She reminded herself before putting a seatbelt on and then shifting to drive.

She didn’t anticipate the sudden movement when she stepped on the gas and went, bumping into another car on the way. The SUV alarmed the street, which brought [ Y / N ] to a sense of urgency.

Luckily, the orphanage was in a suburban area which didn’t have lots of turns, giving her the chance to just simply… drive. Upon reaching a fairly far distance, the rush had already started to die down, and [ Y / N ] felt like she’d just escaped a prison. She chuckled to herself, taking in that she actually pulled it off.

The chuckling turned into a whole laugh, until she was fully cackling and driving at high speed.

It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes that a kid is driving, so she has to find a stopover soon.

However, at this time, most places were already closed and dark. [ Y / N ] could already see the city lights and the highway with bustling cars. She didn’t have the courage to drive on it yet, but she had nowhere to go at this point.

Pulling over at a convenience store, [ Y / N ] took her bag and untangled the ignition wires which brought the car to a stop.

Reaching for her pockets, She realized that her money wasn't enough to buy even a bottle of water. Leaning against the hood and out of breath, [ Y / N ] took a big sigh and calmed her nerves. Running away was her grand plan and she pulled it off. She was actually on her own now.

[ Y / N ] didn’t hear the store bell chiming and the quick footsteps receding until a guard showed up and yelled, “Damn brats! Give it back here!”

She looked up to see two kids in the distance, running off with their clothes stuffed.

“Hey, you with those two?” She flinched when the guard walked up to her.

“No sir, I just got here.” She stood up straight.

“What kind of scam are you pulling, huh? Where are your parents? I’ll get you picked up right no—” Although she wasn’t guilty of stealing from the store, the thought of being sent back to the orphanage frightened [ Y / N ]. So with a big swing, she hit her bag at the guard and followed the direction where the two kids were running off to.

“Hey, wait up!” She tried to call, but they only ran faster. She noticed that one kid had white hair, while the other had black before they disappeared after turning right.

When she followed, [ Y / N ] was met by an abandoned nursing home. The front was blocked with metal scraps and caution signs, which she ignored and decided to jump and climb through.

In the distance was a stairway leading underground, where footsteps were heard and she followed.

Upon reaching the floor, [ Y / N ] yelped when she saw the two boys standing in the middle of the room with stolen chips, drinks, and noodle cups from the store.

“Okay, I think we lost them both.” The black haired kid spoke.

“You think?” The tan-skinned kid says upon seeing [ Y / N ] on the stairs, who was in silence.

“So, what’s your story?’ He asked.

“Where are your parents?” The other one spoke.

“Don’t have ‘em.” [ Y / N ] simply answered, holding onto the railings as she headed soon and observed the place.

“I think you should stay here, be a part of our gang.” She grew confused once the older kid spoke.

“She— what? This has not been discussed.” the other one said.

“It is now. We could use a girl to look innocent and as a distraction.” He explained, while [ Y / N ] listened to their conversation. Soon enough, she realized what he may be talking about.

“I… want to be an F1 driver. Not a thief.” She spoke out.

“You don’t have many options. It’s just us.” The white-haired kid pointed out.

“I’m Kakucho, this is Izana.” The other one introduced themselves.

He was right. She was a fugitive now. Maybe staying with other stray kids is her safest option for now. However, nothing beyond the escape was in her anticipation. She was anxious about living out in a sketchy place with basically nothing.

To say that she was speechless is an understatement. All the feelings from her body seemed to have drained up along with the rush, leaving her staring into the ground; no home, no friends, her life is basically to be rebuilt.

“Is she crying?” Kakucho asks as they observe the girl.

“She’s got no parents. We both remember what that’s like.” Izana says.

“Where can I leave my coat?” [ Y / N ] finally spoke, still not breaking her gaze.

“You can keep your clothes over there.” Izana gestured to an empty cabinet.

“I have to take my other stuff from the car.” [ Y / N ] spoke, remembering about her file.

“Be careful,okay? Dinner will be ready when you’re back!” Kakucho says, taking the food in his arms.

“Took you so long?” Izana asks, pouring a bag of potato chips over the hot noodles.

“He thought you chickened out and bailed.” He laughed, gesturing at Kakucho.

“No, I got us more food.” [ Y / N ] chuckled, ,showing them a take-out bag.

“Stir fry?! Amazing!” Kakucho exclaimed upon recognizing the logo on the bag.

“How did you get this?” Izana asks as she sets the food down. [ Y / N ] remained silent, placing her file on the makeshift table.

“I have my ways.” She put it simply— pickpocketed a middle-class man and bought take out with the money. Izana knew right away what she meant. Maybe, the two of them were meant to meet her and have her join their little team. And she seemed tough, too. With a smile, he slung an arm over her shoulder, “Welcome to our kingdom!” He chuckled before proceeding to feast on their dinner.

After a while, it was the middle of the night when [ Y / N ] decided to shower in the only bathroom that still worked. “I apologize if the water in there was slow.” Izana spoke upon seeing her return to the makeshift common room.

“No worries. I’ve been to worse ones.” [ Y / N ] admitted, watching him pick up a run-down guitar while Kakucho started to make himself comfortable on the futon.

“I play this acoustic guitar before we sleep because it helps Kaku, I hope you don’t mind. And, I’m still learning.” Izana explained.

“Of course. This is your home, after all.” She nodded, letting the boy strum off-key chords and strings.

“Our home now.” Izana corrected, flashing her a kind smile.

Three A.M. and both boys were fast asleep, while [ Y / N ] still laid awake. Izana and Kakucho seemed to be nice kids who were put into this circumstance with only having each other as family. However, Living in an abandoned nursing home with two other orphans wasn’t something she anticipated at all.

While they were kind, and seemed to be safe in the place, [ Y / N ] is still in Yokohama— the exact city she was running away from.

While staying with Izana and Kakucho may seem the safest option, she wasn’t sure of how things would turn out in the long run. Although risky, living on her own is in her best interests.

And that night, [ Y / N ] quietly walked past the sleeping Izana and Kakucho, navigating herself through the candle-lit room as she gathered her stuff to leave.

Reaching to her pockets, she left the spare change on their makeshift dinner table, making sure to take the envelope that contained her file.

But what she didn’t notice is one important document slipping out of it, left out in the dark as [ Y / N ] quietly left, careful not to wake the sleeping boys.

“You seem… different.” Was the only words she could say upon looking back at the memory. The day she ran away was simply to put it, full of emotions. Some experiences that didn’t turn out the way we expected tend to be concealed with different memories— something vague and not so memorable.

Hence, not remembering their meeting until Izana and Kakucho mentioned it.

“Right. The fuck happened to me?” Izana chuckled. [ Y / N ] silently agreed. The young Izana she met at the abandoned nursing home seemed to be far from who he turned out to be.

“I guess you’re really pushing to your F1 racer dream, huh?” He mentioned.

“Look, I’m sorry I left. I just can't stand staying here any longer.” She explained.

“I know. I think it’s the perfect time to return this to you.” Izana spoke, holding out a brown envelope. “You left it behind.”

“What do you want?” She spat.

“Like I said, I just wanted to return what’s yours. Don’t you want to meet your father?” He asks, displaying the document in front of her.

So that’s where it ended up, [ Y / N ] had always assumed that it had been left somewhere, thrown away, or simply stolen. She also figured that as long as she still had her mother’s information, it wouldn’t be difficult to know her father.

Yet, she knows nothing about the circumstances she was born into. Simply obtaining her father’s file would save her from all the confrontations that may arise.

But knowing the men who ran gangs and being friends with some, she knew that this information wouldn’t just be given back to her for free.. They surely want something from her in return. Not to mention the fact that Tenjiku and Toman are not on good terms at the moment.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” She answered, making up a decision to refuse the offer.

With a sigh, Izana nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “What a pity,” He says, stepping in front of [ Y / N ], practically towering her figure. “Everything could’ve turned out so differently if you stayed.” He pointed out.

“See her outside boys.” Izana demanded, which Rindou and Ran immediately obeyed. The Haitanis escorted [ Y / N ] out of the hideout and back into her car, remaining silent as they could feel the tension practically surrounding [ Y / N ]’s aura.

It was until [ Y / N ] reached for the car door when Ran spoke up, “He takes ‘no’ for an answer. Just take it.” He says while Rindou handed her the envelope she just declined.

The midday skies take on a pink-amethyst hue. The darkness brought a crown of moonlight, smiling upward at the morning heavens and dimming up the busy city. Mikey opened the garage door upon hearing the blaring engine of [ Y / N ]’s car. He trotted to the driver’s side, his locks weaving before opening it to reveal a flustered [ Y / N ].

“Hey…” He asks, eyes searching hers to try and get her to talk. “Come here.” He immediately ushered her out of the car and back to the working shed, carrying the parts she bought from her run.

“What took you so long?” Mikey asks, as if he hadn’t already figured out her whereabouts.

“I feel really stupid, but uh… I couldn’t find the parts I’m looking for.” She explained and headed to Mikey’s motor parts, sparing a soft smile to him. She knew her lie would eventually backfire, knowing well that Mikey is not a stupid person.

Of course, she plans to tell everything one day when things are settled. But, now’s just not exactly divine timing.

“You gotta go all the way to Yokohama? Really?” He finally muttered. Mikey mentally scolded himself from the sudden word spill, unsure of how [ Y / N ] will react to his speculations. Now [ Y / N ] was truly confused. She froze on the spot and her mind was cornered. There was no point in denying.

“Hey, were you following me?” She turns to him with a scoff.

“I don’t need to. Why are you always sneaking off there? Huh?” Mikey questioned, crossing his arms and giving her a confrontational look.

“No, can we circle back to the fact that you are stalking me?!” She asks once more, realizing that the trips to her hometown were not as low-key as she thought.

With a sigh, Mikey put away the wrench and stepped closer to the girl. “[ Y / N ], You’re in the enemy’s territory.” He pointed out, as if she hadn’t already known. [ Y / N ], of course, kept it in mind during her last visits. She just didn’t think that she was relevant enough to be targeted by the Tenjiku executives. Hell, she wasn’t even a member of Toman in the first place.

Yet, she was taken into their hideout into a serious talk, but mentioned nothing about the ongoing fight at all. Something about the whole interaction was just… off.

Maybe, they do see her as an important figure to Toman now, especially to their president.

“And you’re my girlfriend, I’m allowed to worry about you!” She looked up and over just in time to see Mikey’s expression. His words rang through her like a bell, a particular word reverberating through her mind.

There was no denying that the feelings were present. Although nothing was formally agreed upon, it just registered to Mikey that he just called her his girlfriend for the very first time.

“I am?” She asks abruptly, her eyes as wide as the boy who just confessed.

“Uh…” The fluster in Mikey’s voice was enough to make [ Y / N ] realize how awkward the situation has shifted to.

“Well…” [ Y / N ]’s body immediately tensed as his response finally reached her. Maybe he wasn’t sure either? Was it something he said out of a “spur of the moment”?

Before either of them could speak, their heads turned to the garage door where insistent knocking could be heard from the other side.

“Hey, it’s evening. Don’t knock so barbarically.” [ Y / N ] scolded as they both made their way towards the heavy doors, lifting it at the same time.

“I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” Takemichi asks as the two appear.

“Yeah.” [ Y / N ] and Mikey answered in unison.

“Mikey-kun, Mucho is Toman’s traitor! He took Koko with Tenjiku.” Takemichi immediately blurted. Mikey listened to the urgency in his voice, and noticed his and Inui’s bruised faces, indicating that they were attacked and brought into this moment.

In a distance, just behind Inui, Mikey sees an unfamiliar girl who stood by Inui’s motorcycle.

“Get everyone. We’ll have a meeting.” He demanded.

“Yes.” The two nodded.

“Mikey-kun, can we talk?” Inupi chimed.

“Wait at the shrine. I’ll get my uniform real quick.” Mikey replied and searched for his motorcycle keys while Inui headed off to his own ride.

“Hey, uh, I just washed the one you left here last time… it’s in my dresser.” [ Y / N ] pointed at the door to her room. “Oh, thanks.” He scurried past her and into the room to get changed.

[ Y / N ] remained in place as the door shut, recalling the exact flow of their conversation.

Girlfriend. Dating exclusively? A relationship? Had she been a girlfriend to him all this time?

While deep into thought, Takemichi gestured Morin to come closer while he approached a static [ Y / N ]. “Uh, [ Y / N ]-chan, I have—”

“Mikey just called me his ‘girlfriend’!” She suddenly blurted, yet keeping a toned down voice, keeping in mind that the boy was just in the next room. “I mean, we’ve never really talked about it! It feels like we are, but, like I said, we never really made anything official so I don’t think much— but— Do we seem like boyfriend-girlfriend to you guys?” She rambled, toying with the zipper of her racer jacket.

In the distance, Morin now observed in confusion. [ Y / N ] seemed to be tense, looking as if she was scolding the blonde. “Man, what are you doing?” She whispered to herself.

Takemichi was puzzled, to say the least, thinking that [ Y / N ] and Mikey had been long boyfriend-girlfriend to each other. “Well…” The words were just at the tip of his tongue before [ Y / N ] rambled again.

“How did you handle it with Hina? Did you ask her with flowers and all that cheesy shit? Did you talk or something? Or it just happened?” She asked. He scratched his head, “Not really flowers, but—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what were you saying earlier? You have what?” [ Y / N ] suddenly remembered and felt rude, shaking her head.

“Let’s wait for Mikey-kun.” Takemichi sighed. “Right.” She nodded in response. “Holy shit Mucho took Koko with them?!” [ Y / N ] exclaimed.

“Pretty much. He set me up too. If it wasn’t for Koko… Me and Inupi will be in bad shape right now.” He explained. “Holy shit.” [ Y / N ] shook her head.

Shortly, their heads both turn to the door once Mikey is finished, “Okay, let’s go.” He gestured. Takemichi followed shortly while [ Y / N ] stayed close to the Toman president.

“Come here.” Morin was too dazed to hear Takemichi’s cue; looking at [ Y / N ] smoothen the wrinkles on Mikey’s shirt while he looked down at her with pure adoration, as if they weren’t just throwing words at each other earlier. A single glance at them would leave no questions if they were in fact— smitten for each other.

She felt a sudden sense of nostalgia; remembering how [ Y / N ] would tell her stories about how much she loved Mikey. It’s unbelievable how she could see it with her own eyes, even without them speaking a single word.

“Uh, guys?” Takemichi spoke, all their heads turning to him.

“Yeah?” Mikey and [ Y / N ] ask in unison.

“Meet Morin.” He gestured towards the dirty-blonde-haired girl.

“...Hi.” She paused for a moment, before remembering to politely bow.

“She’s uh… my cousin.” Takemichi instilled, insisting to carry on with the “cousin” lie.

“What’s up…” [ Y / N ] nodded politely.

Upon seeing the unknown girl up close, Mikey was jumbled, to say the least, as if his brain was being fogged from a picture. “Did you have Dojo classes with my grandpa?” He questioned.

“No, I don’t think so.” Morin shook her head, finding the response rather odd.

“Huh. You looked like one of the kids there.” He casually spoke, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he headed to his motorcycle. He thought that she looks almost like Emma, but also doesn't. He could not pin it, but he could also see a bit of someone else in her features.

“Huh…” Morin simply nodded.

“I’ll see you later.” Mikey turned to [ Y / N ]. She returned a small wave and a smile, watching the two boys get on the motorcycle and coming out of sight.

[ Y / N ] stayed silent for a moment until the notable engine sounds were gone too. “So…” She slowly turned her head to Morin.

It’s rather odd, considering she’s never told anyone when she was just thinking of it the other day. She’s never met a person who had the name in mind, yet, one actually came up today.

“What did he say your name was again?” [ Y / N ] questioned, ensuring if she heard it right and clear.

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[bones4thecats]

This is a poll for my first Tokyo Revengers piece. This features characters from both the manga and the anime, so spoilers may be in here if you don't know the characters! Just warning you all. Anyways, go ahead and vote!

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

That mood when Takemichi starts to repeat the exact same mistake he nearly made in the last arc

Takemichi did you forget everything Chifuyu said to you last time????

[prpfz]

🍄 Hello hellooo I’m a 20 y/o writer looking for 18+ writers interested in a Tokyo Revengers group roleplay server I just made!

This takes place at the end of the manga, so spoilers are ahead. Its not the perfect end we've seen as there's three OC centric all girl bike gangs causing havoc leading the main Toman members on a mystery adventure to untangle the drama.

-OCs within the groups can build their own lore and story for them

-This is LGBTQ+ friendly along with OC x CC friendly

-Appless roleplay. No submissions, no waiting on approvals, just jump right in

-Semi lit+ writers preferred

-There are mature themes such as violence as this is Tokyo Revengers

If interested leave a like or comment and I’ll reach out

give a like and anon will get back to you

[curried-mermaid]

A Review: Tokyo Revengers Vol. 1

Author: Ken Wakui Illustrator: Ken Wakui Publishers: Seven Seas Entertainment Age Group: Older Teen Genre: Shonen Fantasy Type: Manga Omnibus (1-2)

Content Warnings: Violence, SA, Gangs

Spoilers ahead

Plot

Watching the news, Hanagaki Takemichi learns his junior-high girlfriend Tachibana Hinata has died. A sudden shove sends him 12 years into the past to face the Tokyo Manji Gang that once made his life hell, which is also responsible for Hinata’s death in the present. To save Hinata and change the future, Takemichi must rise to the top of Kanto’s most sinister delinquent gang! But things aren’t simple when he befriends the gang’s leader, Mikey. What turned Mikey from a petulant child to the leader of the most infamous gang in Tokyo? 

Character Development

Hanagaki has a lot of regrets from junior high that he’s never gotten over. He bums from one job to the next without a life goal until he’s able to go back in time. This allows him to solidify what he wants. We see a lot of character growth in the omnibus containing the first two volumes of Tokyo Revengers. He’s a bit of a coward and can’t fight, though that doesn’t stop him. He’s not the smartest or strongest but he does have a fighting soul. 

Naoto Tachibana is Hinata’s brother who’s become a police detective in order to save his sister. He can't do that without investigating and having Hanagaki help him change the past. If they can do that, Hinata may just be saved. Naoto is a serious type that’s obsessed with taking down the Mangi gang by any means necessary. He’s intelligent, but his sources could use some work. 

There’s a lot of tension developing between Naoto and Hanagaki as things between the present and what’s in the past aren’t lining up. 

World-building

We have a contemporary setting with time travel back exactly 12 years. The phenomena of Hanagaki’s time-traveling powers are interesting as he needs the catalyst of shaking hands with Naoto to go back and forth. 

Themes

Sometimes to achieve what you want, you have to have guts of steel. Hanagaki isn’t the brightest, strongest, or anything. He’s your average Joe that just wants the best for a girl he still pines after. He doesn’t let anything he encounters stop him from saving those important to him, even though he knows the odds are not in his favor. As such, we shouldn’t let things get in our way either, even if its ourselves to achieve our goals and dreams, especially if we have another chance. 

Observations & Predictions

While we don’t know who is behind all of the misinformation between the past and present, I have a hunch that it’s Kasaki Tetta. Tetta may be more intelligent than we think once we meet him. We know that Hanagaki’s friend is so scared of him in the present that his friend commits suicide. In order to save his friend, he’ll have to change the past. Who is Tetta and how does he gain control? That’ll be the biggest thing for Hanagaki to investigate. 

Recommendations

Wind Breaker By: Satoru Nii

Holyland By: Kouji Mori 

To Not Die (Webtoon) By: Parae, Jinguk Lim

Nine Peaks By: Tetsuhiro Hirakawa

[tenjikyu]

MASSIVE TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD:

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE SHINICHIRO WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME

ITS THE SAME OUTFIT AND ALL

THE EASTER EGG GOES HARD HOLY SHIT

[findroleplay]

Hello hellooo I’m a 20 y/o writer looking for 18+ writers interested in a Tokyo Revengers group roleplay server I just made!

This takes place at the end of the manga, so spoilers are ahead. Its not the perfect end we've seen as there's three OC centric all girl bike gangs causing havoc leading the main Toman members on a mystery adventure to untangle the drama.

-OCs within the groups can build their own lore and story for them

-This is LGBTQ+ friendly along with OC x CC friendly

-No applications, take whichever two canons you’d like upon joining

-Semi lit+ writers preferred

-There are mature themes such as violence as this is Tokyo Revengers

-Currently, all but three canons are open and nothing has started yet!

If interested leave a like or comment and I’ll reach out 💕

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[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Tokyo Revengers season 3 episode 9

/!\ manga spoilers ahead! /!\

Hehe, here we go!

He didn't bite his ass :(

Ran's big brother instincts going off this episode

These punches hurt to watch. You could really feel the impact behind them- urgh

Sanzu I love you but you're not supposed to be there

(I'm scared the anime onlys are going to catch up and understand his importance – you're not supposed to know about that!!! He makes it his job to hide it from everyone!!!)

The face of a man whose 1st and 2nd found family are fighting to death 😔

This season is really the baby season

First baby Emma, Baji & Mikey and now..

(Also baby Takemichi!)

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Next episode is going to be heavy too 🫠

[ciaossu-imagines]

Sleepover Evening!

So, one of my lovely commissioner's have given me the go-ahead to kind of allow myself a break so that I can spend the evening on here, since I have a very rare day off and I deeply appreciate the chance to jump on here. So, I'm going to be having a 'sleepover' evening! On top of some prompts I'll list, feel free to pop into my inbox and talk to me about anything and everything! I'm always down to talk, because all of you lovely readers are absolutely incredible people and I always feel a little astounded that I get to talk to people as cool as you guy's are!

I'm going to post the prompts in a separate post, divided into two categories - one will be prompts for the admin, for fun and to allow you guys to get to know me better or hear me rant about fandom stuff and then one category for prompts you can ask about for characters! From the character prompts, you can ask for characters from the following fandoms:

A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

Akudama Drive

All Out!!

Assassination Classroom (only 100 chapters in, so no major spoilers and understand I won't know everything)

Bakumatsu

Black Cat

Bleach

Blue Lock

Disney's Ultimate Spider-Man

My Hero Academia (again, rereading but only caught up to the start of the school festival arc so please don't spoil past that point - my reread's are going slow 😔)

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chainsaw Man

Class of the Titans

Deadman Wonderland

Demon Slayer (anime only so only up to Swordsmith Village Arc)

Dogs: Bullets & Carnage

Eyeshield 21

Fairy Tail

Gangsta.

GetBackers (anime only)

Gintama

Golden Kamuy (again, not fully finished reading - no heavy spoilers)

Gravity Falls (Jesus fuck, but I love Stan Pines, great character)

Haikyuu!! (anime only)

High Card

Hinomaru Sumo

Hunter x Hunter

Ikemen Revolution

Joker Game

Jujutsu Kaisen

K Project

KHR!

Karneval

Kokuro no Basuke

Magi (again, currently reading - no huge spoilers please)

Mashle: Magic & Muscles

Mob Psycho 100

Mystic Messenger

Nabari no Ou

Nanbaka

Naruto

One Piece (only up to the Arabasta Arc, though have been massively spoiled...)

One Punch Man

Ouran High School Host Club

Ronin Warriors

Saiyuki

Salaryman's Club

Servamp

Sk8 The Infinity

The Covenant

The Outsiders

The Royal Tutor (anime only)

The Vampire Dies in No Time!

Tokyo Revengers (again, currently reading - no major spoilers please...though I've gotten a crap ton from friends who recommended the series)

Trickster

Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

[innaillus]

TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA SPOILER AHEAD

I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that his return was the happiest, most intense manga moment of my life. The event was made perfect by the music I was listening to. And the best was part was playing when he appeared. Also I'm so glad he survived every timeline we saw, though his name kinda gave away his good fortune. (Or maybe I'm just imagining things.)

(It was the part that starts around 3:00. That sick guitar riff was synchronised with the story, it blew my mind.)

This reminded me of something. I like intense characters a lot. I love battle, blood and strife. Why is my art so static then? Is it because I'm a very reserved person and have trouble expressing my emotions? Maybe that translates to my art too... OR my other issue: I have very low self confidence and I don't believe I can pull off something more expressive.