and the flowers have become rivers.

𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐁 ?

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 # 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒 ;  a  private,  highly selective, and heavily headcanon-based portrayal of  ​RAN HAITANI​  from  TOKYO REVENGERS​.   low activity and not spoiler-free.   written  by  hasen  (  21+,  he / him ) using  the beta editor.   this blog is 18+ only, as it contains mature, violent, and nsfw themes. est. jan 2022.

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* STATUS:

currently coming back from a hiatus due to health issues. said issues sometimes prevent me from getting up from bed so please be a little patient with me 🥲🙏

* TRIGGER WARNINGS:

there will be imagery of snakes and spiders scattered throughout my writing since it's a big theme in ran's character, but i will very rarely reblog real snake pictures. if i do, it will be tagged accordingly. on the other hand, i will never reblog anything related to or depicting spiders.

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all graphics here are made by me. art that's not from the manga/anime is drawn by me, is from official sources, or is used with permission. pinned art is drawn by sui ishida!

[ashrifts]

I ended up not following you on a new blog bc your hiatus or break, but I just wanna say I miss you and i still check in for when you can come back one day <3

stop this was so sweet i'm happy u thought of me anyway 🥺🥺🥺

[ashrifts]

oops

didn't mean to disappear for even longer 💔 long story short stuff got really tough irl and i stopped using social media at all so i'm slowwwwwwly dipping my toes back in.......

however, as much as i love ran (and my other muses but he's still my main pookie), i still haven't gotten my writing motivation or creativity back and i'm unsure when it'll return enough for me to be consistent with rp'ing :( so consider this an indefinite hiatus (i say, having already been gone for a whole year)

you're welcome to stick around for a miracle or softblock (and if you'd like i can refollow when i'm more sure of a return 🩷 )

stay well friends!!

[ashrifts]

oops didnt mean to actually disappear for so long 🧍im ngl the social battery AND writing energy have not been there at all so i might not be back just yet but i wanted to say i really appreciate the fact that people have been sending kind messages checking up on me or just have stuck around at all 😔 but i'm doing better and i'm excited to come back soon 🩷🩷

[ashrifts]

i owe a lot of stuff both ic and ooc so i wanted to put out a lil notice that i might take even longer to get to it, but i will get to it!!

i know i said i was making my way back, but i'm currently dealing with the unexpected and untimely loss of a very dear friend of mine, someone who i used to see almost every day for years and years and i appreciated being in my life so, so much. we were supposed to go shopping for things i need for my apartment sometime this week, i'm still kind of waiting for her to text me she's outside to pick me up :')

i'll inevitably end up disappearing again or not talking as much for some time. give your loved ones a nice hug today for me and take care 🩷

[ashrifts]

tbh ran automatically assumes everyone's a little bit in love with him, or at least is some kind of infatuated or taken by him lol throwback to when mitsuya straight up said he used to admire him the haitanis but ran didn't even react bc to him it's like "duh"

[transgenderization]

remember to pay attention to me btw. remember to pay attention and to be in love with me. btw. right now

[ashrifts]

fixed it

[riindo]

He’s literally standing next to the two people he dislikes the most I just know he’s having aggressive thoughts. I see that fake smile Haitani.

[ashrifts]

this post is me with ran

i love writing characters who overcompensate to hide their insecurities but not this guy he genuinely thinks he's near flawless and that's so funny to me

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the heart.... i hate his ass so bad

[ashrifts]

bliblically manga accurate ran for my own sake

it's important to me and me specifically that little ran dressed in all white to contrast a pristine and almost angel-like appearance with his rancid personality and dirty tricks 🩷

also the hairclips were so cute why did they not add them... list of anime crimes i cannot forgive...

[ashrifts]

still recovering but crawling my way back..... i'll be slowly reaching out and writing stuff again when my brain fog leaves 🙏 forgive me if i just post silly stuff meanwhile

[ashrifts]

i'm leaving this as a nice surprise for you when you come back bc look how cute plushie serpent is

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ㅤ * . ⊹◞ ㅤ@deathfavorㅤsays :ㅤㅤ❝ㅤIzana is elegant on ice so long as he's not disrupted. Unfortunately, crowded places full of people who mostly don't know what they're doing is not a place where there's likely to be no disruptions. Frankly, Izana is admittedly impressed he's made it this long without the reality being discovered or suspected. It's only a matter of time though before that illusion shattered by someone who comes barreling towards him. Izana at least does manage to avoid a collusion that would result pile of tangled limbs - at the cost of all elegance being shattered. Because he stumbles and does not manage to recover as gracefully as he would on land. On land he's practically unstoppable. On ice? His movements on land do not translate to ice and he DOESN'T have those skills. There's a yelp and flail of arms as Izana tries in vain to catch himself before he can crash into the ice, but every second it becomes even less likely of a possibility. It looks like he's about to crash into the ice any second, a grim fact he's not pleased to have about to happen. ( Time to be a knight in shining armor Ran - Izana is going to end up just limply laying in Ran's arms if he catches him. )ㅤ❞

𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. the ice rink had been his destination of choice for the day where the rest had been quick to vote for other ways to spend the holiday downtimesㅤ───ㅤthough with how packed it was with groups of families and friends alike, he cannot speak for how much he's enjoying the tight space. still, he does enjoy the audience his practiced balance brings, idly skating backwards to keep an eye on their floundering teammates. he expected the clumsiness of a kitten with boots from mocchi, and is not disappointed to see him falling face-first and dragging shion down with him. he chuckles to himself, tilting his head to the side to share the joke with izana, and instead finds his leader struggling to find his usual steadiness.

for a moment, ran is not sure what he's looking at; their dignified and inscrutable king had never given them reason to think of him as anything but, his authority as heavy as the crown on his head, and ran would still have too many fingers in one hand to count the times he'd seen him express anything else than absolute control. the fact that something as a little accidental push from a nobody could bring him to his knees...

it's the yelp that pushes ran into action, less with alarm and more with an amicable wave of amusement that surprises even him, with all the lightheartedness of a particularly well-landed joke and none of the cruelty from the mockery of someone else's misery. ( and if he'd lingered a second too long to joyfully observe the way izana's arms fought to find something to hold on to in the empty space around them... well, hopefully it went by unnoticed. ) sliding smoothly towards him, ran is already reaching a hand out to help him find balance again and save him from much more than simply hitting the frozen floor. but perhaps he is a little too happy to be the one to witness the would-be accident and prevent it, because he fails to notice the clumsy couple behind him until a distracted voice apologizes and his own balance falters and it's too late to regain it.

the hand that had already grasped izana's forearm clings to it instead, instinctively searching for something to keep him grounded, but when his hopeful pillar was as unsteady as him, it only serves to further mess their footing up. izana's flailing arm pulls ran forward, and in his own effort to stand back straight before his face makes an unfortunately intimate contact with the floor, ran ends up yanking on the other man's arm backwards. there's a single second of hope that breaks in the very next one, when their uncoordinated movements clash and makes them slip backwards too.

uh-oh.

a sharp oomph! leaves ran's mouth the moment his back collides with the ground, and he doesn't get the chance to feel any pain from where the back of his head ricochets, because izana's own head lands squarely on his chest, abruptly punching the air out of his lungs. looks like he had ended up pulling izana down with him, but only one of them had been lucky enough to have a body cushion half of his fall. ran groans and makes no effort to stand back up just yet, feeling a throbbing where his shoulder blades impacted with the ice. he was going to be feeling that tomorrow.

that was... unsightly. ran lays where he fell, staring in astonishment at the bright ceiling lightsㅤ───ㅤyet, ran blinks once, twice, and lets his head drop back down to the icy floor as he laughs out loud, almost silent with his lack of breath, chest vibrating under izana's head with the gentle force of it. his hand is now resting on izana's shoulder, where instead of pushing him off of him, he gives it a couple of pats.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou okay, captain?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe chuckles softly despite the humiliating situation. something about experiencing such a disgraceful moment with his leader... he can't help the idle smile on his face, even as the back of his head begins throbbing too.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤi dearly hope you don't demote me from heavenly king to your cushion after this.ㅤ’

[ashvalle]

Everything's gonna be perfect for the opening, cause there's no way all that work they've put in is going to go to waste. Rindou can see it now, the crowd, lively and raucous will be lining up around the block even for the chance to take a look at the grand interior. Maybe they won't even have room for anyone not on the exclusive VIP list. — and if they're really lucky, someone will start a fight on the line and Rindou can twist some arms just like old times. It'll be totally authentic with drinks and, hell yeah —music !

He turns the volume dial up, a small whoo escaping when the sound fills the entire area with ease. "Yeah! It's perfect from up here too!" Rindou yells from the raised platform before remembering that he can turn the volume down too because they own this equipment. .... In fact, they own the whole damn club! A wide grin stretches across his face as he leans overs the banister waving at his brother who seems quite at home drinking at the bar. "How's the drink? They shipped the good stuff right?"

Satisfied with the equipment he heads down, two stairs at a time eager for a drink. Plopping in one of the chairs he leans back admiring the establishment. "Think everyone's gonna come?" Some things don't change: Roppongi is still home, the Haitani name still sends punks running, and here they are still side by side. — but time and distance is a powerful thing too, and it's made most things better, but he wonders idly how the rest are fairing. "I heard Hanagaki and Mikey are working on a movie or something, they might be too busy."

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𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, hand lazily swirling it around and watching the wine stains appear and disappear against the clear glass. he'd made sure to order only the best of the best, of courseㅤ───ㅤto settle for any less would be an insult to the name they share and the history they've carved into roppongi's streets. he lets rindou taste it for himself instead, and watches him from the corner of his eye.

there used to be a time where rindou would care about the company of others not because he treasured their company, but because he enjoyed an audience that would appreciate his skills, be it in fighting, or in music. that he'd wonder whether their old teammates would come to the opening has a swirl of its own circling his chest that feels like melancholy; it is no longer the two of them against the rest of the world, and it hasn't been like that for a long time now.

it doesn't feel half-bad. ( he hopes everyone shows up, too. )

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤmhm, mitsuya told me he's working on the costumes... you think they'd let us play a part in it?ㅤ’ㅤㅤran muses, only partially serious. if takemichi comes to his senses and realizes ran has more star power than all his little friends combined, he won't deny him the honor of blessing his film with his presence; however, where he'd once accept such a proposition with the confidence of someone who'd been long expecting it, he now ponders if he'd care enough to choose it above his new responsibilities as a club owner. grinning, he playfully bumps his shoulder against his brother's.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤi can be the dashing prince and you the ugly ogre i'll have to slay. maybe the club will gain more traction then, with all these people wanting my autograph... ♡ㅤ’

[deathfavor]

survival starter call | @ashrifts

Fushichou. It's a name like a ghost - whispered in hushed tones from those who've heard of the gang from the shadows. Gangs and territories fell beneath the inferno of its blazing wings, reduced to ashes before anyone has a chance to realize what has happened. That is how it has worked, taking land from defeated gangs and nipping away small chunks of territory from the other three major gangs. It was too small to seem relevant in the face of the imminent threat of the other two major gangs, yet a step back would reveal the fact more had been stolen than initially thought. ( He wonders if any of the Tenjiku might take secret satisfaction in it - if they've noticed. )

It's a scene that has unfolded once again tonight, with the unconscious forms of Rokuhara Tandai members sprawled across the dimly lit street while a lone hooded figure stands above the scene with an air of arrogant confidence. But this time is different because there's been a very intentional push towards Roppongi, as Fushichou's flames burn dangerously close. Enough to warrant a warning if not a downright fight. Izana's lips curve up ever so slightly when he hears a faint but familiar pattern of footsteps that most others would miss. It's meant to be a stealth attack - but he knows that move.

It brings an ache to his chest, but it brings greater relief. Relief that Ran has come out either under orders ( a sickening thought ) or his own pride with ruling Roppongi. . . . It is relief that he will finally get to see Ran again in a long overdue reunion. Even if he was the only one who knew for the moment.

" Don't even try, Ran. " Izana elegantly sidesteps before the baton can hit him, a motion that seems almost like a dance while he pushes down his hood to reveal the shock of white hair. " Have you learned bad things while following someone else? "

He turns around fully, a small smile on his lips. Izana's pondered over a thousand different scenarios, plots, conversations. Yet he feels woefully, frustratingly, underprepared in the moment. Imagining can't compare to the real experience of seeing Ran again with his own eyes, with all the regret that lurks but the relief from the ache of absence over the past year and a half. " . . . Ran. " This time the name is spoken softer, carefully but threaded in rarely heard warmth.

[ashrifts]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐛. he'd still been fairly new, then, a little thing seemingly eager to prove himself, all charming smiles and sly eyes, taking whatever task they'd give him. for money, for power, he doesn't remember it now, but he remembers this: an outraged yell, a large hand bruising its shape around his thin wrist, and a loose metal pipe on the ground. he'd learned, then, that the human skull was as breakable as arms and legs were, and that he'd do anything to survive.

it's the strategy that has worked all these years, the strategy that has kept him alive. ran had never had the time or the luxury for a fair fight, and south has encouraged that violence with great vigor, as if it was by his command alone that ran now roams through his home's streets with nothing but that violence in his mind.

when the intruder easily sidesteps his attack, wisps of moonlight hair slipping past the obscuring hood, ran thinks, for a single moment, that at last his ghosts have finally caught up to him. that years upon years of spilling blood decided it was finally time for his to be spilled, a karmic retribution long overdueㅤ───ㅤand perhaps it is, but not in the way he'd expected. not this cruel.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤ...izana?ㅤ’ㅤㅤa name he doesn't speak out loud often, not to himself, not to the makeshift memorial at tenjiku's old base he'd made as his first act of freedom. the words that often come easily to him do not do so now ㅤ───ㅤ his lips move, parting, waiting for them to catch the words that evade him right from the air, where he'd once left all the things between them unsaid, and they do not come.

he keeps his distance, instead. the grip on his baton falters, and his eyes are wide, heart heavy in his chest, fluttering and drumming harshly both against his ribcage. it's only when his own name is spoken once more that he feels like he's twelve years old again, someone violently gripping his wrist and dragging him back to the surface from the deafening ocean of his thoughts.

ran knows his ghosts. this is not one of them.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤit's you.ㅤ’ㅤㅤthere's no room for doubt: ran would know his man in hell, when he'd so nearly followed him there before it had supposedly taken him away from them first. he spares a single look at his underlings at izana's feet and exhales lightly, almost a sigh, almost a chuckle, had he the emotional capacity to express either when all he wants to ask is: how did you survive? why didn't you come to us earlier?ㅤㅤ‘ㅤ...ah. you've been behind these incidents, haven't you? fushichou's captain. i shouldn't be surprised you're the current pain in south's ass.ㅤ’