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mrsduwinter · 1 year

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Tokyo Vampire Cafe

#my first personal photos! this place was insanely cool #tokyo vampire cafe #tokyo japan #ginza #goth #vampire #vampirism #macabre #diary #1k #my post

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holanihon · 2 years

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Tour por IKEBUKURO.

IKEBUKURO es una de las zonas llamativas de TOKYO pues tiene de todo, desde entretenimiento para niños, adultos y hasta para los fans del anime y manga.

Acompáñenme en este tour por IKEBUKURO!!

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teruri-ruri · 1 month

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some more dumbass doodles of these bozos

#the fact that ran mistook miles davis for a piano player is by far my favorite tidbit of information about him #he just wants to b cool okay #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart #my art

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hajimeseyo · 3 months

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(part 1 here! it's not required for reading this piece, but they are connected!)

The second time you meet Izana is completely unexpected.

You hadn’t expected to see the pretty boy from the convenience store anytime soon after your first meeting; sure, he had gotten your name and you had gotten his. But besides that, there wasn’t really any way for you to find each other, and it’s not like you were the type to go around to every high school in the vicinity looking for an ‘Izana’. You just figured that you’d see him when you see him.

You definitely weren’t expecting the next time you see him to be right outside your school gates, however.

“Izana?!” The exclamation draws the boy’s attention to you, along with the attention of nearly all the students nearby. You clamp your mouth shut, face reddening at the feeling of the curious glances sent your way.

“Hey, [name].” He greets you casually, as if he didn't just completely show up out of nowhere, at the place where you least expected him to be.

“What are you doing here?” A sudden thought strikes you. “You don't…go here, do you…?”

“No. I don't go to school at all.”

A snort of laughter escapes you before you can stop it.

He sends you a sharp smirk at that, pushing himself off where he was leaning against the bars of the school gate. “I'm here to pick up a certain someone from school.”

“Oh.” Disappointment flares up inside you, but you push it down. “I see. I didn’t know you knew anyone from my school! What a coincidence.”

“...”

“...?”

You tilt your head in confusion as he stares blankly at you, gaze unreadable and unmoving. Why was he staring at you? Did you say something wrong or–

“Oh!” The realization hits you all of a sudden. Your hand flies up to point at yourself. “Did you mean me???”

He finally moves again at that, nodding his head with a wry smile on his face.

“Oh!” You feel your face heat up again. “Sorry, I don't know why I thought it was someone else.” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I guess I wasn't expecting it to be me.”

He lets out a chuckle, hands smoothly swiping your school bag from your hands and slinging it over his shoulder before you can stop him. “If not you, then who?”

You roll your eyes jokingly. “I don't know, literally anybody else?”

“There's very few people that I would willingly make an effort to pick up.” He bends down slightly to your eye level, and your breath stutters a little at the sudden close up of his beautiful face. “You should consider yourself lucky.”

Recovering, you decide to play along, sending him a teasing smile. “Sure, whatever you say, pretty boy.”

His eyes narrow slightly, the corner of his lips curling upwards. “Oh? I'm ‘pretty boy’ now?”

You giggle, a little bashfully. “Can I call you that?” You ask timidly, unsure of his preference towards the nickname.

His playful expression softens into something gentle. “You can call me anything you want, [name].”

Your heart skips a beat at the soft expression on his face, eyes never leaving yours, almost as if the look was meant for you and you only.

“Now,” He straightens up, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in. “Let’s go.” He begins walking away, your bag still in his hand, and you hurriedly chase after him.

“Wait wait wait, go where??”

“There's this café I've been wanting to go to for a while now.” He casually replies, not paying your confused look any mind. “So we're going today.”

You could feel butterflies in your stomach.

Was this…?

His way of asking you out on a date…?

You quietly study the side of his face as the two of you walk alongside each other, eyes tracing over every line and bridge of the ethereal features that had captured your attention since the first time you caught a glance. His face is relaxed, almost peaceful.

…Well, whether it was or not, you suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment.

You fake a heavy sigh, although you can't help the smile creeping onto your face. “I suppose I don't have a say in the matter now, do I?”

He grins smugly. It's surprisingly cute.

“No, not really.”

After all, time will tell.

For now, you'll just enjoy this afternoon by his side.

("Wait a minute...how did you know which school I go to?"

"..."

"I-Izana???"

"...Don't worry about it 😁."

"IZANA???")

#i like to think that he stalked the reader after their first meeting #not in a creepy stalker way just following them whenever they went out to see which places they frequent #prolly wanted to appear cool and mysterious by showing up out of nowhere #at least it worked out for him ig #izana #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #my writing

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 3 months

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New image released from the namja town collab, we now have a big version to go with the chibi's!!!

#we saw the chibi's a while ago so this was unexpected but cool!!!#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #manjiro sano #hanagaki takemichi #matsuno chifuyu #keisuke baji #haruchiyo sanzu #rindou haitani #ran haitani #izana kurokawa #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers official art

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tategaminu · 2 months

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#By Darwinchey. Happy to see that many likes #tdp #the dragon Prince #Rayla #how dare Rayla abandon Callum?? Aaravos killing people is cool tho. I mean he is hot #Rayla is pretty loved but please... her hate in arc 2 is so stupid #Touka Kirishima #yeah my girl was hated for breathing by the same people thirsting over the mass murder antagonist #tokyo Ghoul #tg #tgre #tokyo ghoul re #shes selfish VS hes misunderstood #Gabi #Mikasa #asa mitaka #fandom misogyny

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arc-hus · 29 days

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House 1, Tokyo - Asai Architects

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newestcool · 1 year

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Issey Miyake 1993 Photographer Irving Penn Source

#newest cool #newestcool #Issey miyake #issey #miyake #1993 #irving penn #Tokyo fashion week #pleats please #pleats #ready to wear #net-a-porter #rtw #Japanese art #Japanese fashion #japanese designer #ginza #harajuku #shibuya

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tokkiwano · 2 months

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z0mbiefrank · 1 year

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LIVING DEAD! : Teenagers at Tokyo

#gerard way #mcr #mcrtokyo #mcr tokyo #mcrtokyo1 #mcredit #my chemical romance #userkam #this was difficult bc of the gridded screen but man i think they look cool #tw flashing #my gifs

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gdmtblr · 2 months

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WOOFY WALK in TOKYO #２

I have a favorite store that I always stop by when I go to Kichijoji. The name of the store is “WATER DOG GARDEN”, the owner is very kind to dogs and has a wide range of goods to help owners enjoy life with their dogs❤️

Anyway, everything is COOL!!!!

I did a lot of shopping and left the store with shopping bags in both hands✨🛍️😂🛍️✨

吉祥寺に行くと必ず立ち寄るお気に入りのお店があります。それはイヌとの暮らしを楽しむためのこだわりの雑貨がぎっしり取り揃えられた「ウォーター・ドッグ・ガーデン」です❤️

てゆーか、ここに行きたいから吉祥寺に行くってのがほんとのとこかもです😂もちろん店内はイヌを連れながら買い物OK！👍🏻✨🐕🐕✨

デザイナー&イラストレーターであるオーナーさんの手によるアイテムがとにかくクールで（しかもうれしい冬物SALE中でした！笑）今回もしこたま買いこんできてしまいましたw

はー楽しかったー٩(๑⁼̴̤̆ꈊ⁼̴̤̆)و✧ ♫

◾️Instagram : waterdoggarden_products

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UeNDze0dcBc

#photography #dog portrait #my dog hug #my dog nico #kichijoji #吉祥寺 #water dog garden #TOKYO #COOL SPOON

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southside-otaku · 2 months

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FIRST TRIES LETS GOOOOOOOO

#anime #tokyo revengers #puzz reve #I love Mitsuya’s special move Dragons Claw bruh it’s cool #tokrev #tokyo rev #inui seishu #mitsuya takashi

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11oh1 · 2 months

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ickadori · 7 months

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[summary] after trying your best to avoid inui and pretend he never existed, he suddenly shows up in your apartment to work things out.

[cws] yandere -> stalking, delusional behavior, mentions of murder, breaking and entering. allusions to noncon. gn reader.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“You’re crazy.”

Inui laughs, pink lips splitting into a smile that seems far too angelic for the grim atmosphere. “No, I’m not.” He softly says, a deep sigh leaving him right after, shoulders sagging and lids lowering. “Nothing that I’ve done saw far could possibly label me as crazy.”

“You broke into my apartment—”

“—I have a key, that you gave me, mind you.”

“I changed my locks weeks ago, you fucking psychopath!”

You’re talking faster than you normally do, words stumbling over each other and jumbling together, and your heart is pounding, pulse racing, skin sweating profusely despite the AC being on full blast.

You’re scared.

“I want you to leave.”

“I want to work this out.” He completely ignores you, instead opting to settle himself down on the couch, arm stretching along the back of it as he settles his gaze on you. You used to get so giddy whenever he looked at you — Inui was beautiful, otherworldly, completely unreal even when you were laid in bed beside him and marveling at the way his lashes rested against the tops of his cheeks. It felt like some grand thing to have a man like him notice you; a man so out of your league that even your own mother had doubted the relationship in the beginning as being serious.

Now, after you saw inside him, saw past that perfect exterior, got a glimpse of the darkness that lingered just underneath the surface, his gaze only succeeded in terrifying you. It raised the hairs on the back of your neck, sent your heart lurching up into your throat, made your movements rushed and jumpy as your body screamed at you to run, get away.

He invoked a fight or flight response in you, and you had never once chose to fight. You ran every chance you could; changing phone numbers when he kept texting and calling, quitting your job and finding a new, remote one when he showed up after he could no longer reach your phone, shopping at a new grocery store when he took to going to the one you always visited, before finally choosing to make all your purchases online when he seemed to be at every single public place that you visited.

Your body screamed at you to run now, eyes darting to the front door that had been locked and bolted. There was a total of five locks (you could never be too careful, so you were told) and it would take you about 3 seconds to undo each one. 15 seconds. It would take you about 4 to reach the door from where you stood in the entry way to the bedroom. It would take Inui about 2 — he was closer, and his legs were longer. 19 vs 2.

Your heart lurches.

You had a window in your bedroom, 2 seconds to slam the door and turn the lock into place, 4 to get the window open and climb and plummet to your fucking death because this apartment o it had vacancies on the ninth floor when you had so hurriedly changed residences.

So fight then.

The thought makes you violently ill, and you wretch before slapping your hand against your mouth, tears pooling in your eyes that you quickly blink away, the drops sliding down your cheeks as you harshly breathe through your nose.

“Why are you panicking? We’re just talking.” Inui gives you a look of confusion. “Very calmly, too calmly if you ask me, considering that my girlfriend, whom I love very much, has been avoiding me for weeks.” He slowly stands from his seat, lithe fingers moving to straighten out his designer shirt before setting the thin chain around his neck straight. “Come sit do—or actually, we can talk in your room.”

“No!” Your hand leaves your mouth in an instant, and you outstretch your palms towards him, furiously shaking your head as you step forward on shaky legs. “W-We can talk out here.” It seemed like a terrible idea to let him into your bedroom, but the more pessimistic part of your reasoned that if he wanted to violate you in that way, he could do it in many more places than just your bedroom.

“Don’t do that.” He doesn’t stop his stride, loafers that likely cost more than an entire years worth of rent softly clicking against your wooden floors, and you’re frozen in your spot as he comes to a stop in front of you, eyes scanning your face before they finally settle on yours. “Don’t act like you’re scared of me.” He raises a hand and you flinch despite yourself, eyes unnaturally wide as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

“I-I…”

“You went snooping where you shouldn’t have and found some things, but that’s fine. I’m not mad. You were just curious.” His other hand comes up to touch the other side of your face, thumbs absentmindedly swiping at the dark circles under your eyes (thanks to him, no less), and your mind goes back to the ‘things’ you had found.

Guns… drugs… money… a fucking severed head that had been stowed away in a black garbage bag.

You feel like throwing up—you would have, had you been able to eat for the last few days, but every time you tried to force something down, that body-less head popped into your mind and stole your appetite.

You hadn’t gone to the police - you were too scared you’d end up in a bag, too - but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have cried to the closest detective and hoped and prayed that they convicted him, locked him away for good so that you never had to see his face again.

“Hey.”

His nose brushes against yours, blonde hair brushing against your cheeks, and you suck in a shuddering breath as your knees knock together. “You still love me, don’t you?” He smiles. “That’s why you didn’t go to the feds—you love me.”

Get the hell away from me, you want to say, scream it even. You want to tell him that no, you don’t love him, not after what you found, after you realized what he was capable of.

His lips press against your forehead, cold and damp, and a violent shiver runs up your spine, then back down, then up again, and it keeps going, until you’re just trembling in his hold, lips shaking and vision blurry as he cradles the back of your head with a hand. Is this the hand he used to cut that poor man’s head off? Or is it the other hand, the one drawing ‘soothing’ circles into your back.

“I missed you.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks, and his hold is loose on you, even gentle, but it feels as if he’s crushing you, squeezing you tight and forcing all the air out of your lungs. It feels as if he’s killing you, slowly. “Holding you,” his hand slips down to grip the back of your neck. “Touching you,” he closes the last inch of space between the two of you, hips pressed flush to yours.

“Can you guess what I missed next?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and then he’s walking you back into your room, shushing your complaints and refusals with overwhelming kisses, hot touches and purposeful strokes.

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#tokyo revengers x reader #inui x reader #funny little goofy inui piece bc i think he’d make a cool yan

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 7 months

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NEW POLICE GAME EVENT!?????? They all look cool af here!