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frozenmoonshine · 2 months

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How would TR boys react to you opening up to them about your abusive family

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Sanzu

TWs:

Mentions of traumatic experiences and abuse (nothing too explicit, but if the topic is upsetting for you, please skip this one!)

Insinuated hetero relationship in Baji's case. In other ones, no reader gender is mentioned.

MIKEY

He doesn't understand and can't quite relate, but he's supportive. He hears you out, listening actively, he's soft and loving, and offers moral and emotional support to the best of his ability. He keeps that confident, protective front, assuring you that he's not gonna let anything bad happen to you ever again, and that no one will ever hurt you in any way, as long as he's alive, but deep down he's now petrified with fear of him hurting you himself accidentally, or when he goes into the 'dark impulse' mode. He might get a bit distant for a while afterwards, or treat you like fine porcelain, until Kenchin and Takemicchi set his mind straight.

DRAKEN

It's really hard for him to relate, as he never had any family to begin with, but having heard your story makes him think that he was actually way better off that way, and should have never felt jealous of the kids who had parents! He'll try his best to understand what it must have been like for you, and he'll of course be considerate and empathetic.

"Sorry if my reactions are not appropriate or I don't know what to say, I just can't even imagine what that must be like! I don't want you to carry that burden alone, so please tell me what I can do for you!"

BAJI

Ohhh, he's having a rage fest on your behalf! Your own mother said that to you?! Did that to you?! Naaahh, he's not having any of that! Ryōko has always been strict and stern with him growing up, but no matter how bad he screwed up, she would never ever hit him, or call him names, or threaten to disown him, or anything of that kind. He'd be sooo pissed at your parents for treating you like that, you'd have to physically stop him from calling them from your phone and giving them a piece of his mind! When he's calmed down a bit he takes out his own phone and rings his mom.

"Hey mom, listen! You always wanted a daughter as well, right? How about I bring you one right away?"

"Uhm... Kei, are you aware of the implications of your words just now...?!"

"What. *shrugs* I would've proposed to you anyway."

CHIFUYU

He would just stare in shock, wide-eyed and completely perplexed. Is punching someone's parents ok, even if you've never met them before?! He's devastated and heartbroken by the thought of you going through such horrible experiences, and he's enraged that your own family did that to you. He's also afraid because he doesn't know how to react and how to comfort you in the best way, so in order not to risk hurting your feelings accidentally or triggering you, he just stays silent and pulls you into a loving, comforting embrace. He doesn't know how at this moment, but he will figure it out and make sure that no one ever gives you shit in any way ever again!

KAZUTORA (why is there no yellow highlight option?!)

Fully understands and empathizes 100%! Emotional, verbal, physical, financial... you name the type, he's seen and experienced them all! He'd be like your own personal therapist and support system, all in one! He'd listen carefully to you telling him what you went through and how you feel, and never push you to talk about stuff you are not ready to tell him yet. But he'd always make sure you know he'll always be there to offer comfort and support whenever you need it!

"You never deserved any of that, it was never your fault! You are worthy, you are good enough, there is nothing, and I mean, NOTHING wrong with you, you hear me?! You deserve every bit of love this world has to offer you, and I'll do my part as best as I can!"

*gives the warmest, softest, most protective hugs*

MITSUYA

He'd be a bit of a devil's advocate, telling you that you shouldn't harbor hate for your family, that you should try to look at things from a neutral perspective, to realize that they most likely didn't know any better, and that they had unresolved mental issues of their own, and that's why things happened. But his slightly unorthodox reaction actually helps you heal. He'd also be supportive of your decision to cut the contact with your blood family, as he'd more than gladly welcome you into his! Mana & Luna already count you as family anyway!

HARUCHIYO

Another one who would totally understand, and maybe even get lowkey triggered for your sake! If you still haven't gone no contact with your abuser(s), he'll push you to do it.

"Found family is way more important that the blood relations anyway, you cannot choose those. But you have me as family now! And Taichou, he's your family too! (in the good timeline, he instead says Senju is your family, too) And even Mikey and the rest of the gang, they all see you as family. You don't need those scraps back at your childhood home, stop letting them control you, they don't deserve a place in your life!"

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frozenmoonshine · 3 months

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Kawaragi Senju - Headcanons

I've been suffering from some bad Senju brainrot recently, and decided to make it everyone's problem, lmao. But I just love her sooo much, she's my favorite female TR character, she's such an adorable little baby, I can't help it, I want to adopt her!!! 😭

Anyways, here:

She was one of those kids that ripped the heads off of their dolls! She got a Barbie as a present for her 5th birthday, but instead of the intended way of playing with it, she "tested" how much it can bend and stretch, so the head popped off in the process. It didn't stop her tho, she continued to play with it, even headless. Until Wakasa fixed it for her with some flextape, but then it lost its charm so she took the head off again.

She's a BIG cuddle bug! She would cling on to her grandma for affection, or to Haruchiyo when they were little, even to Takeomi, although he would most often just turn her down. Haru was always fine with it, since they shared the cradle as babies, until he grew too big for it, so even as toddlers and older, they were kinda used to snuggling with each other. That changed as they were growing up and gaining separate senses of self, as well as he started accumulating resentment towards her because of Takeomi's favoritism.

When Waka & Benkei became her unofficial guardians, she was sooo happy that Waka didn't mind her snuggling up against him during their "family" movie nights, or that Benkei seemed to enjoy giving her piggyback and shoulder rides as much as she did!

Wakasa is her mother figure. Don't @ me, I will gladly die on that hill!

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She collects cool rocks, and gets a bit too excited about them, and wants to show them to everybody! She will talk the ear off of anyone willing to listen.

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She is very easily excitable, and can talk a bit too loud sometimes. (Another reason why Haru dislikes loud people.)

‌She's incredibly loyal, and mega protective of her friends and loved ones (that much is canon). But she also believes it's her duty to protect all girls and women, and if sees any girl in any kind of distress, she will step in to help. She's like a public service friend! However, she has trouble making actual friends, cause she's shy and socially awkward, believing that people will hate her, even though she doesn't give off that impression.

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She hates conflict with a passion, and wants everyone to get along with each other (my poor traumatized baby 💔)! Her views can be a bit too naïve sometimes, but that's just because she has a heart of gold!

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Her favorite pastime as a kid was climbing up the trees, to spite Takeomi and tease Haru because he couldn't do it/was too afraid.

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She has the absolute best, most flawless, impeccable, mind-blowing fashion sense EVER, that puts to shame Koko, Inupi, Mitsuya, Ran, and Izana combined! But she doesn't bring out her best game until adulthood, when she realizes that fashion is not just a "typically feminine" hobby, that gender stereotypes are trash anyway, and flips off Takeomi for his warped, outdated ideas!

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Speaking of which, she most definitely went through a gender identity crisis in adolescence, but she eventually grew out of it and found herself as she healed from her toxic upbringing.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers manga #senju #senju kawaragi #kawaragi senju #senju akashi #akashi senju #brahman #tokrev brahman #tokrev battle of 3 deities #akashi siblings #haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #imaushi wakasa #arashi keizou #waka and benkei

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frozenmoonshine · 4 months

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Headcanon - Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend

Ok, I hate myself for writing this, 'cause I hate this bitch just as much as Pissaki, but I've been fighting my intrusive fluffy thoughts about him and they won, sooo here they are:

Beware of insinuated hetero relationship, f!reader, and common terms of endearment.

He's a flirt, definitely. He knows he gets lots of attention from the fairer sex simply for being tall and good looking, but he also loves the fact that he's a smooth talker and can get pretty much any girl to fall for him. And he's not better than doing just that, simply because he needs some amusement in his life. Talk about being a piece of shit, going around breaking hearts for fun.

‌However, if he genuinely falls for someone, he basically does a 180⁰ turn and is the most loyal lover you could get! He will, most definitely and undeniably, try to make his SO jealous by casually flirting left and right, just because he can, and he enjoys seeing your frustrated, annoyed, jealous face. However, if you get jealous or hurt for real, he will genuinely freak out, and will try his best to reassure you that he loves you and that he was just messing with you. You are the only one for him, after all, his safe haven and his light! If he realizes that he stepped overboard with his "jokes", he will change his behaviour immediately. Idk why, but he just gives me the vibe of someone who perfectly understands boundaries, and he will choose to honor his commitments.

‌He himself is not jealous at all, and no matter what you may do, he wouldn't get jealous. The bastard is just so cocky and aware of his desirability (even tho he overestimates himself quite a lot), it's unnerving! But unless he straight up catches you "red handed" with another guy, he won't be jealous in the slightest. And if that happens, if you do cheat on him, then he might just beat your side piece to a pulp, and walk out on you like you never even existed. He will be heartbroken about it for a long time, tho.

‌Don't do him dirty, even as annoying and flawed as he is, he is still worth it! He can be super loving and affectionate in private, and he will be your no. 1 cheerleader, in whatever you're aspiring to achieve. Tell him all about your adventures tho, he loves a good story!

‌He gets too easily bored, so he would fall head over heels for someone who can engage him in deep and interesting conversations, and be a bit of a tease as well, just enough to always keep him on the edge of his seat, but not to overdo it. After all, he is the tease one in the relationship, and he doesn't like the idea of giving up that title.

‌Speaking of him being a tease... yes, he's absolutely insufferable! In every sense. (Yes, that too!)

‌Dates with him are always so random and spontaneous, like, he'd take you on a bike ride to the beach at 3 AM, and you'd make sand castles in the dead of the night, just because. It's totally not because he's secretly a hopeless romantic and wanted to watch the sunrise with you, btw. Or he might get you out of your school/work just to take you to the rooftop of the highest building in his neighborhood, where you guys can throw water baloons on the passers-by down there, and photograph their reactions. Or you two would be in a middle of a rollercoaster ride and he'd scream into your ear: "Babe, let's go have a picnic in the woods, this ride is boring!" The worst best part - his idea of a "picnic" is pranking hikers by making weird noises. At least one thing is for sure with him - there is never a single dull moment!

‌But even as the chaos elemental that he is, he is actually looking for (inner) peace. He would want to feel safe and taken care of in a relationship, and I can picture him falling for his childhood friend. If not that, then he'd definitely go for the cozy, domestic, girl-next-door type. Despite what he shows to the outer world, he just craves familiarity and warmth.

‌His friend-turned-girlfriend definitely calls him Shuu-chan. He pretends it annoys him, but there's nothing he loves hearing more. And I will die on that hill if need be!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev headcanons #tr hanma #hanma shuuji #hanma headcanons #hanma x reader #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #tokyo revengers manga #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuuji x y/n #shuuji hanma

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frozenmoonshine · 5 months

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Random Baji Headcanons (final timeline)

Strange are the ways of my mind... Amidst of the hype over Tenjiku Arc getting animated (which is my favorite arc in TR btw) my brain decides to come up with some Baji HC in the final/fixed timeline. Idc where I pulled it from or why now, but I felt the need to share it.

Anyways, enjoy, and as always, don't take it too seriously. If it's triggering for you for any reasons, please skip it and/or block me. I, however, mean no harm:

He still repeated the 7th grade. Some things are simply unchangeable fate, and though the timeline may have been fixed and there were no traumatic experiences for him, his lack of care for school hasn't changed! At least not until it made Ryoko cry with disappointment, then he changed his attitude around for 180⁰.

That's also when he got officially diagnosed with dyslexia. It greatly helped both him and his teachers to adjust the teaching/studying methods to his circumstance. Once that was figured out, he easily became one of the top students. (We all know that bro is naturally super smart!)

After entering uni, he also became a vegetarian, due to his love for animals. His dietary choices actually prompted Chifuyu to up his cooking game, but Kazutora keeps annoying tempting him to eat meat. When they get too loud and too obnoxious arguing, Chifuyu just throws them both out of his apartment and threatens to not cook for them ever again!

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers headcanons #baji #baji headcanons #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu #hanemiya kazutora #kazutora #tokrev baji #tokrev headcanons #tokyo revengers manga

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frozenmoonshine · 7 months

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Is it just me, or something about about TR anime at this point just feels... idk, kinda off? I mean, aside from all the discrepancies with manga, and the scenes they skipped for no reason. 😑 But somehow, even the opening feels like the song and the video do not match, it looks more like an amateurish YouTube AMV, than an anime opening. Weird. 🤔

And the pacing of this episode was just off. Randomly switching from scene to scene... I'm just getting uncanny vibes, can't really put it into words.

But in any case, the hype is real, I'm still super happy Tokyo Revengers is back, cause my life feels like it finally has a purpose once again! 🥹

I legit let out the nastiest squeal of fangirling when KokoNui showed up in that cringy opening! And I'm sooo excited to see Haru finally getting some real screentime!!! I just hope the studio does justice to his character and presents him the way he should be presented. 'Cause I am livid with the fact that that poor excuse of a failed Wednesday Addams cosplay was given some serious beauty filters, and even the "pretty boy" voice. Such a damn waste... 😑 (Yes, I am aware how much hate I'll get from all y'all Hoetani stans, but I just organically cannot stand them cowardly bitchez!)

Anyhow, we'll see how this season goes... There's still so much to look forward to! 🤞

#rant over #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers anime #tokyo revengers season 3 #tokyo revengers tenjiku arc #yokohama tenjiku #tokyo manji kai #s62 generation #toman #kokonui #tokyo revengers manga #wakui ken #ken wakui #liden films #white noise #official hige dandism

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frozenmoonshine · 8 months

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very silly and very goofy tokyo revengers headcanons

mikey has been in love one(1) time. it was one-sided of course. little manjiro had a crush on his kinder garden teacher. he proposed to her and even asked her to marry him but he was left heartbroken when she said she was already married.

baji has the weirdest comebacks like he’ll just call you bacteria but he's so hypocritical that he made fun of chifuyu for using ‘silly baka’

senju suddenly had a boost of motivation to draw and when she showed her art to haru and takeomi, they burst out laughing so hard. she never drew again.

shinichiro’s alarm is so loud and so fucking annoying that wakes up everyone but him. sometimes the alarm has grandpa sano slapping him awake but mostly it has emma pouring water on his face.

it's tokyo revengers we’re talking about, hardly anyone has normal hair. speaking of which, takemitchy gave himself a haircut with a bowl on his head, cutting the excess. he was so proud but his friends made fun of him and called him a coconut the very next day.

senju was the kid that went to takeomi like “big bro, watch this!” and simply jumped and spun around, thinking she was the moment. takeomi believes that's one of the reasons why he smokes.

the kawata twins thought they were smooth when they dyed their hair to each other’s colours on april fools day and hakkai pretended that he did not fall for it.

grandpa sano saw a cup at the store which said 'best brother.' he thought it was cute and bought it and kept it on the dining table. the sano brothers fought over who gets to keep it and went completely chaos. emma threatened to break that cup if they didn't cut it out. (she kept the cup to herself)

when senju was in pain cause of her milk tooth wiggling but never falling off, sanzu tied a string to it and promised it wouldn't hurt. but he made her cry cause it took two painful pulls to take the tooth off.

baji‘s wallpaper is chifuyu holding up bananas beside kazutora, comparing his hair to the fruit. (got inspo from a fanart)

mikey and baji are the type to chase the scardy ones with crabs in their hands on beach day.

a new girl at senju’s school thought senju was so handsome and even asked for her number but was heartbroken when she found out senju is a girl.

baji responded “red” when asked what his blood type was.

#im wheezing #cant breathe #help 💀#why are these so funny and accurate?!#havent laughed this hard in ages #baji is just next level #tokyo revengers headcanons

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Bonten Saga

THE CRIMINAL RECORDS

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 7:

The King

(Cross-posted on my other blog, @pesme-mv.)

Far East dancing on his palm

The cape of night, the underground

A brother down, another round

Just a storm before the calm?

A kingdom built on sacrifice

A castle far too deep...

Ruling over sin and vice

With face he has to keep

By his side, his knight - a jester,

And the court made out of fools

He forsook his friends of yester

There are just his tools

Scepter of loneliness, goblet of woe

Toasting to the specters past

Blood is blood, no friend or foe

"I'll save you!" - he stood aghast

Wreath of suffering - his crown

Sitting on the throne of pain

Clad in moonlit royal gown

The King awaits his bane

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 6:

Rain

Late afternoon air has started getting crisp, the impeding fall gave away its first signs of presence in the dullness of the grass, and lifelessness of the foliage. But Yoyogi park was bustling with people, for some reason, even at that time of the day. Children running around, shouting cheerfully, dogs barking, passers-by strolling briskly staring at their phones, and the old men sitting on the benches chatting.

The sunset red crept through the trees, setting the air ablaze, and clashing with the shy lantern lights slowly getting lit one by one. Western sky was fiery golden, patterned with clouds ranging from crimson purple to light pink, and the grey clouds in the East seemed too distant for the moment.

"A storm coming from the Pacific Coast, huh... " - the smoke he let out in an unamused sigh instantly scattered with a sudden cold gust of wind. A disturbed flock of crows took off, swirling above the ground, cawing. "Yeesh... ominous bastards..."

The man got up from his spot by the pond and started walking back towards the main gate. The twilight had already faded into a pale, dull yellowish afterglow behind the quickly approaching murky grey clouds. The park was already empty, before that even reached his awareness. For some reason, he couldn't shake off the conversation between two little children and their father, that he had overheard some hours earlier.

- Daddy, daddy, can we go to Harajuku later? I want to ride the rollercoaster! - the little girl was pulling on her father's sleeve, giving him the best puppy eyes she could muster.

- No, Haruka, dad has work tomorrow, we have to be home before the dinner. Mom will get worried. - her brother intervened as their father contemplated the response.

- But nii-chaaan...! - she was about to burst into a tantrum, when the father joined in the conversation.

- Alright, alright, but just one ride, ok?! It will rain tonight, we can't stay too long!

The little boy who couldn't have been more than mere two years older than her and tried his best to be a responsible big brother, couldn't hide the sparkles in his eyes at their father's permission.

Every kid who grew up around Shibuya and Shinjuku knew of the small amusement park just a minutes walk from the famous JR station, a hidden gem in this metropolitan jungle, that was still somehow not ruined by popularity.

"Ah, that place... The best caramel popcorn in the world!", the man by the pond reminisced.

As he walked back to the park gate, that salty-sweet memory kept the tight hold of him, and he couldn't really tell if he felt like having some caramel popcorn from that place, or if it was the memory of the time when they were all still a family, two tiny hands clinging onto his own, one sticky with melted cotton candy, one shy and reluctant; memories of the times 'before'. It didn't really matter at that point anymore, since for the longest of times, nothing's been the way it used to be.

He tried cracking the lighter multiple times, but the strong moist wind was unforgiving to the weak flame.

"Ah, fuck it!", gesticulating in frustrated resignation, he sped up his pace as the light drizzle turned into pouring rain. The black limousine was already waiting for him accross the street. The chauffer quickly opened the door the moment he spotted him crossing the tracks.

As soon as the car door was shut after him, the quickly approaching sound of sirens got his attention. An ambulance van followed by two police cars rushed past them, splashing the dirty running stream onto the limousine. The guy at the wheel noticed his superior's frowning reaction in the back mirror.

- Where to, sir?

- What was that? - lightly gesturing in the direction in which the ambulance and the police disappeared, he tried lighting a cigarette once again.

- Ah, well... that matter has been taken care of, sir. Just like you instructed. - the chauffer responded as he flicked his own lighter and lit the man's cigarette.

- Hmm... I see. - he smirked triumphantly through the exhaled smoke, pausing for a few moments to enjoy the apparent good news. - Drive to the headquarters.

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 5:

Cheesecakes

A car trunk opened to reveal a variety of weapons and torture devices. Gloved hands hovered over a custom made traditional nihontō for a moment, but eventually settled on a desert eagle. The clock was ticking after all, and there was no time for elaborate displays of sadistic violence.

- I gathered that you guys have been working behind our backs for months, leaking confidential business information to our enemies!

A sickeningly cheerful voice rang throughout the empty warehouse, harmonized with the clicking echo of the dress shoes.

- I think we all know what that means, no?

The sharply dressed man spoke as he pretended to be concerned.

- Sir, please, we di-...

One of the guys tied up to metal chairs tried to speak, but his attempted defense argument was cut short by a punch in the face by one of the fancy man's underlings.

- Shh...

The dressed up man put a finger on his mouth.

- No need to speak. It's alright, it's all good now.

He theatrically patted the tied man's cheek, mocking a consoling gesture.

- P-please, have mercy!

Another one cried.

- Have mercy? Hahah, mercy. Yeah... Right. Sure. Mhm. Mercy. I am a merciful person! I'm having you all die easy deaths, that's quite fucking generous of me, if I may say so myself...

He shrugged as he made sure that the gun was properly loaded while he spoke.

- But you know why you're so lucky today? 'Cause CC Patisserie has a special offer for cheesecakes on Wednesday afternoons. Buy one, get one free! Tell, how great is that, eh!? I most definitely don't wanna risk being late for that so, I was just thinking, you know, if I clean up you trash quickly, I'll even have time for a shower before going there. And you know how much I fucking hate stinking of traitors' blood and gunfire in public!

He grimaced at the notion. Flesh on each side of his mouth, that has been mutilated into symmetrical diamond shapes, and forever retained the appearance of fresh wounds, contorted into triangles, as he flashed a horrifying grin to his victims, pointing the gun to them. If court jesters were made in hell and made to star in horror movies, that's the face they would have been given.

- Efficiency and time management, baby!

Leaving the empty warehouse with the gunshots still echoing inside, he mumbled to himself, as two of his underlings remained to hide any evidence of murder.

Aren't you some lucky motherfuckers?! Getting the easy way out... And you can't even appreciate my fucking courtesy! Rude.

Some hours later he was sitting in his car in an empty parking lot next to an abandoned dock near Tokyo Bay. The one free piece of cheesecake was neatly situated on the co-driver seat in its paper box. He finished the last bite of his own dessert and reached to the glove compartment to fetch what would have been an old black facemask, had it not been washed thousands of times. It was a miracle the cloth fibers still held together, but it was one rare item he just couldn't bring himself to throw away. With the slightest bit of hesitation, he put it on and got out of the car.

The night air on the dock was cold, and the strong wind pushing him towards the ocean didn't help either, sending a light shiver down his back.

It had all started in Tokyo Bay. Having killed once in cold blood means there will be the second time, too. After the third, he had stopped counting. Was it seven or eight more today? He couldn't even remember. Their names, faces? Who cared? It was all for the sake of his master, his King! He was nothing but a useful pawn that was fulfilling its sacrificial purpose, no matter how much the pawn wanted to be the Gold General.

But if he listened to King's every order, his every whim and caprice, from "Laugh!", with a mouth full of his own blood, to "Kill!", and everything in between, then maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of hope that some day the King might praise him, even. But what has he got in return? Scorn and neglect. Not a single thank you, not even a single nod of appreciation. To this very day, it has never come, not from his worshipped one, nor from anyone else, for as long as he's been alive.

It is a given that the serving dog obeys his master. It is a given that he stays loyal. Even when the said loyalty borders on madness. But loyal to what? Whom? The same one who robbed him of his face, his identity, the same one who shunned him, the same one who only keeps relying on him and taking everything from him without reciprocating a single crumb of what he gets! Loyal to his doom, to self-hate, and to loathing the world that rejected him first.

His first kill was the person who showed him what healthy human bonds are supposed to be like. The only person who cared about him, advised him, guided him. The only person he genuinely wanted to follow.

And he did, for a while at least. But the burdens of bad karma, passed down from reincarnation to reincarnation, cannot be avoided. As some would say, one has to carry their own cross. And his cross, his endless cycle of suffering, was the unavoidable fate to serve and protect his blindly admired 'friend'.

The guilt of having put his own volition and feelings before the King's fate ate him alive, and so, as an act of punishment for that treason of his purpose, he bereaved himself of the only person who understood him, offered him a place to belong, and accepted him.

The wind was getting stronger, and the waves crashed in a deafening rhythm against the dock.

- Are you in a bad mood today, Captain? I got you some CC cheesecake, sir!

He raised the paper box in the air as if to show someone what he was holding.

- Here!

Having tossed it into the water as far as he could throw, he bowed politely, before stepping back and returning to his car. The drive back felt long and eerily quiet, just like every other Wednesday night, when he didn't have to work the "night shift".

- "Don't you have any human emotion, you monster!? No empathy?!"

A random woman's screams emerged from the depths of his archived memories. He had no idea when he even heard those words that, for some reason, reverberated in his brain even to this day. 'Empathy'. That strange, foreign word. Humanness. Why would he need to have any of that?

He just needed a fix. All of sudden, the nagging awareness of his real name and his abhorred biological family surged back into his mind, and needed to be shut up. Pills made him numb and helped him lose the need for being accepted, helped him stop caring about who he was, who he shared the DNA with.

There was no pain of his own that he couldn't endure, as long as he could 'fix' himself and cause pain to others. That way, the high, the adrenaline rush, and the sound of gunshots would stifle the frightened little boy's cries echoing deep down in the pits of his broken soul.

The streetlights and the sounds of traffic around him blended into one giant concoction of stimuli, as the synthetic sweet release rushed through his bloodstream, providing the much needed peace.

It was 02:37 AM.

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 4:

Of Dead Friends & Laughs

...I'm just bad at dying.

Summer, 1998.

TV reporter's voice echoed from the room, muffled by the sound of running water in the kitchen.

"Three people have lost their lives in the grand collision that happened last night on the Bayshore Route between Kawasaki and Yokohama. The van driver that caused the crash is confirmed to have been drunk. ..."

Eardrum shattering clanking of the dropped dishes, and consequent loud curses, completely outvolumed the TV for a while.

"... The other victims of the accident were a married couple who were in the passenger car with their 7 year old son. The boy suffered heavy bodily injuries, but is confirmed to be in a stable, non life threatening condition. The co-driver of the van..."

- Hn! - with an unnecessarily violent click of the remote, the woman turned the TV off. - Screw the lot of y'all! Just what we need now, more orphans... - her slurs drowned in the ringing of the dinner bell.

Summer, 2017.

The rest of my life, or, maybe it is my real life, began when I was let out of the hospital and brought to the orphanage.

I had just changed schools several months before, and had no friends in that new town. And now I had to change everything again. Even my home. Mom and dad were gone, and I was left blind in my left eye and with an ugly scar across my face and head, after the accident.

Kids in the orphanage were ruthless to a newbie like me who stood out like a sore thumb. But He was different. He didn't care, he accepted me as I was, and taught me not to care either.

Not to care about anyone, or anything, but our silly little dream. Well, it was his dream. To create a kingdom for misfits, outcasts, orphans... to give them a place to belong. Sounds like an idea that a kind, generous and good hearted person would come up with, doesn't it? But he was anything but that.

I've seen him beat some people to death, I've witnessed him threaten and torture others into suicide. He quickly rose to the top of the Yokohama underground, and I was his right hand man all along. His servant, ready to die for the king, if needed.

But the fate loves irony, and has a twisted sense of humor. The king died for the servant. The king sacrificed his life to save servant's. It made no sense. It still doesn't, and probably never will. That was the time I hoped and wished we were dying together. But I survived yet again, after losing everything I had, and everything I cared about. After losing my only family and the only friend.

And from that point on, nothing was important anymore. I just floated on the wave of bullshit called life, letting the current take me wherever.

One thing lead to another, and I ended up following the guy who was the indirect reason my king died. A yet another bad joke of fate. And the punchline? They happen to be step brothers!

My new "king" at least seems regretful about his step brother's death, and out of the great respect for him gave me a high place in his organization. He also makes himself look like my dead king. Isn't that freaking hilarious?!

I sure as hell keep on serving this fake king and the memory of my lost one, and I keep on laughing, both at life's bad sense of humor, and for my King's sake.

I might as well laugh, since I am, after all, you know... bad at dying.

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 3:

Sold Heart

She was dead. At the sweet age of sixteen, her angelic beauty was forever lost in the torturous inferno. She had been gone for almost two decades, and yet, whenever ghosts of the past would come back to haunt him, he still felt the same way as he did all those years back, when he was just a timid boy of that fragile, sensitive age when childhood starts blossoming into youth.

He denied himself of love, for her sake. Riddled with sorrow, his hell only kept getting deeper with time, the chains of regret and blame that he fastened around his own neck only kept getting tighter. As if his own existence was a sin by definition, he made every effort to suffocate his 'self'. To bury every trace of human nature he still had left, together with her ashes. But the memories, those damn memories, resurfaced every time he closed his eyes, her presence almost palpable every time he was alone with his thoughts.

Self-burdened with guilt, he let himself be eaten alive by his work, by numbers, calculations, deals, and schemes... No means were too dirty if it meant more profit, no consequence was of importance. But no amount of money can turn back the time, no amount of money can bring back the dead. And yet, he kept falling deeper into the abyss of vice, as if trying desperately to save her, even though he knew it was futile.

The memories of her soft voice calling his name, sweet scent overwhelming his senses whenever she was close, and smile, brighter than a thousand suns, that stirred up whirlwinds in his core and made his cheeks burn, they lived in his mind, his soul, his every cell, unmarred with all the filth and crimes he had committed, unfaded by the passage of time.

Even after all those years, she remained his muse, his light, his obsession; and his ultimate downfall.

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 2:

Sidelines

There are those people who don't mind staying hidden from too much attention. Friends to laugh and drink with, good food, and a promise of a new excitement with each new day, that is enough to keep them satisfied. Those are usually pure souls, excellent company to make merry with, living in accordance with their own ideals, and upholding a code of honor of their own.

But when they love a good brawl a tad too much, when fists are the only means of expressing affection in their book, and when the circumstances bring them down a dark path of life, things quickly take a turn for worse.

When they've watched their friends die, and kill to survive, when they've been pushed too far beyond their limits, and when the simple joy of fooling around and laughing with those friends is taken away from them, and a promise of lavish, extravagant life and every kind of luxury one can imagine is granted in exchange for any last piece of morality they may have had left... human nature is fickle.

That's when they step back onto the main track of events. That's when they embrace the dirty, underhanded, and plain wrong things they tried to avoid their whole life, and they bring them to the maximum. Their change in demeanor is almost instantaneous. What once was a jolly, loud dork, becomes a quiet, gloomy, and cruel mobster.

Was the talent for evil always there? Laying dormant somewhere deep down, waiting for the dark stars of fate to align, so it could come out and play in all its ugly glory?

Or, is it just that the choice is obvious, when the only two options are to either die a miserable death, or become everything you ever hated, and more, but live in comfort of all the riches you can get your hands onto?

Is the morbidly violent spotlight better than the carefree sidelines? Could there still be some slow burning spark of hope that things will again, someday, return to how they used to be, lingering forever somewhere in the back of their minds?

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Dossier 1:

Flowers of the Ash Valley

How can a simple, common gentian ever compare to the extravangant beauty and exotic appeal of an orchid?

Both flowers grew in the grey, lifeless, unrelenting environment, hostile to beauty and delicacy that only a flower could posses. And yet, a stubborn seed of an orchid found its way to this wasteland, carried by the winds of life, and settled, sprouted, and rooted deeply in the soil. Not long after, a gentian seed found itself growing in the same manner next to the orchid. But the orchid was already bigger, stronger, and better adjusted, having already got all the best rays of sunlight, and now boasting its vibrant bloom. Meanwhile, no matter how hard the modest gentian struggled to keep up, it could never grow as big and pretty, and it could never attract the attention its older counterpart would.

People would occasionally pass by the Ash Valley, and some of them would notice two solitary little flowers blooming on their own in the middle of nothing but chaos and carnage, but they would always exclaim: "Oh, look, there's an orchid growing in the cinder pit!", and only once in a long while someone would notice and point to the gentian: "But what are those small blue flowers behind it?"

Gentian dreamed of living carefree in a forest on a hill somewhere, where it could get all the sunlight and all the spotlight it yearned for; where the violet-blue of its flowers would stand out surrounded by the earthy greens and browns of grass, moss, and tree bark.

Orchid, on the other hand, lived for those moments of attention, and strived to bloom as pretty as it could, and to show itself as best as it could, often hoping that someone would dig it out and relocate it in a fancy, decorative garden somewhere. Hell, even a luxurious pot in a flower shop would have been fine, as long as there would be people to admire its lavish, but delicate, purple-pink flowers.

But what the flowers instinctively felt and subconsciously knew, even though they refused to openly acknowledge, was this tiny little biological phenomenon that happened under the soil surface. They needed each other to survive, not only by sharing the misfortune of their circumstances, and protecting each other's backs. Their roots had conjoined and fused into one over time, meaning that to pick either of them without the other would be a definitive end for both!

The toxic environment made them toughen up and evolve into dangerous, poisonous plants, co-dependent on each other, and yet, self-sufficient. Is it the superiority complex over the common weeds, due to being the only flowers in the cinder pit? Is it the outcome of the circumstances in which they are forced to rely on and help each other for survival? Doesn't matter. Regardless of their individual differences, the gentian will always support the orchid, and the orchid will always protect the gentian.

It could be the rumors of their brutality spreading through the underground circles. It could be the gossip among the host ladies in the most exclusive nightclubs about their charm, riches, and charisma. Or it could be the tire tracks on the heated asphalt and dried blood on the dusty concrete. Who could tell for sure? They keep their loyalties only to one another, just sharing nutrients, water, and impulses through their common roots. Nothing else truly matters. The whole of Tokyo already knows their names, anyway.

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frozenmoonshine · 9 months

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Headcanon: What movie would the TR characters watch at the cinema?

Long time no write! But my TR brainrot is as alive and well as always! So here are my most recent thoughts, dedicated to all of you out there riding on the Barbenheimer craze:

‌Takemicchi - Openheimer (because Hina dragged him along)

‌Naoto - Openheimer (he's into edgy stuff)

‌Chifuyu - Barbie

‌Baji - not going, there's stray animals to feed and pet, ain't nobody got time for stupid movies?!

‌Kazutora - Openheimer

‌Mitsuya - Barbie (Luna and Mana forced him, of course)

‌Hakkai - Openheimer (he wanted to go with Taka-chan, but Yuzuha wanted to see Openheimer, and he couldn't handle that many girls around without her)

‌Taiju - neither, both are sacrilegious! Goes to church instead.

‌Koko, Inupi - Openheimer (Koko didn't want to go at all, but went because of Inupi)

‌Pah & Peh - not interested at all, they stayed home playing video games instead.

‌Smiley - Openheimer

‌Angry - Barbie

‌Mucho - Openheimer

‌Sanzu - Openheimer (even though he looks like a Barbie incarnate!)

‌Senju, Takeomi, Wakasa, Benkei - Openheimer (Waka genuinely wanted to see it, Benkei followed him, even though he wanted to go see Barbie, Takeomi wasn't interested at all, but followed Senju)

‌Shinichiro - Barbie

‌Izana (+Kakucho) - Openheimer

‌Ran - Barbie

‌Rindou - Openheimer

‌Mocchi - Barbie

‌Shion - neither, nobody invited him.

‌Hanma - Barbie

‌Kisaki - Openheimer

‌South - Barbie

‌Draken - Barbie (Emma dragged him along, and he's used to pink stuff anyway)

‌Mikey - he doesn't care, as long as there are snacks at the theater, he falls asleep 5 min into the movie anyway (most likely went to "see" Barbie, because Shin, Emma, and Kenchin did as well)

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been having a full on obsession with THE KAZUTORA HANEMIYA lately, he's just something ya hear me!!

Can you perhaps post your absolute best headcanons of him, could be nfsw, sfw or even both!

Oh I agree he's definitely something! Ok in no particular order here are the random Kazutora thoughts I had, quite a mixed bag here.

Has a tiger keyring on his keys which was a birthday present from Baji.

Because he was so nervous about his first kiss he accidentally missed his partners lips altogether and kissed the side of their mouth instead (this actually becomes a cute place that he kisses on purpose for a bunch of kisses after)

Whenever chifutu talks about how badly he wants a romantic partner Kazutora teases him mercilessly about it (despite secretly wanting the same thing).

Despite wanting a love interest it also scares him a bit since he's worried it'll turn out like his parents and he'll be like his dad. (Though with reassurance he'll overcome these fears)

Is a big fan of picnics, loves sitting outside in the sunshine with his friends, sharing a meal and joking around.

Love love loves weddings! He just gets so excited about them, seeing his friends, having a party and just the all around good vibes (but oh boy is his nervous at his own wedding).

Likes his hair being played with but is too nervous to ask anyone to do it (luckily baji noticed this a while ago and occasionally when they're just hanging out and lying around Baji will play with it)

Similarly he's unsure about playing with other peoples hair, he wants to try but is nervous he'll be too rough.

Got a little jealous when he first met Peh and realised he was wearing matching clothes with Pah (that's Kazutora and Pah's thing!) but quickly gets over it when all three of them start to match together.

Is incredibly proud of his bike, start a conversation with him about it and he'll happily talk and tell stories about it for hours.

Give him any kind of compliment and he'll be smiling for days.

Despises any kind of violence against women, it actually reminds him of the situation with his mother. So because of this he always steps in to beat the guys up stop the situation. (In the good timeline this actually causes problems between him and Senju since he frequently steps into her fights).

Secretly talks to the animals at the pet shop, telling them about his day.

Actually really likes flowers esp how they smell, sometimes he buys bouquets just for himself.

Has frequent nightmares both about his childhood and the mistakes he's made.

Adding on to that he gets really nervous about actually sleeping next to his partner for the first time because he doesn't want them to know about the nightmares.

Actually really enjoys watching Mitsuya sew, will sit and watch for hours. But isn't any good when he tries to copy him.

While in valhalla tries to get hanma to dress like him the same way he used to do with pah.

Actually looked up to hanma a lot, considered him a friend as well as someone he wanted to impress (poor guy was likely lonely after juvie and suddenly this friendly acting guy comes along promising to help him with everything and giving him attention that he would've missed from his old friends)

Finds fire very pretty, likes candles

Actually pretty well behaved in school and is known to be a good student by teachers (or at least was).

Is a big fan of casual touch whether its putting an arm around his friends or holding his partners hand he just loves to touch.

Cried of laughter the first time he saw Baji's school disguise in the good timeline.

Loves sharing blankets with his partner, owns a bunch of blankets just for this reason so expect to be bundled up with him on the sofa a bunch.

Exchanged letters with Draken the second time he was locked up.

Actually admires the Haitani brother's. He first heard of them after hearing they were partly the reason the 9th gen Black dragons disbanded, making Kazutora instantly thankful for these brother's despite never meeting them.

Although Baji has the reputation of being the groups impulsive one, Kazutora actually picks more fights (this one might actually be canon)

Bonds with Hakkai because of similar family issues.

Will pretend to complain but doesn't actually mind if someone wants to try painting his nails, he secretly likes the closeness and attention.

Would love to get matching couples tattoos

And finally despite having all those posters of your typical pin up girl on his teenage walls he actually isn't picky when it comes to a partner, he loves you for you, who you are.

#OMG THESE ARE SO CUTE!!! 😭#tiger boi is just the best TR boi #fight me on this #tokyo revengers #hanemiya kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #kazutora headcanons #kazutora x reader

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frozenmoonshine · 10 months

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Happy Cheesecake day to all of you my fellow Haru stans out there! 💖 We wish our prettiest Murder Barbie boi a very happy 33, lots of traitor scrapping, lots of Cozy Corner cheesecakes, endless supply of disinfectant spray, and Mikey's approval!

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #bonten sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo #tokrev sanzu #bonten

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