#Tokyo Override kai

[mars-rnr]

Tokyo Override: Episode 1 "Highway"

Small detail I noticed, Kai fixes up her collar before she meets the girl she left class for. bruhh..homie wants to look good to her crush

qfj;qwkfnejkv

[sharkylikesknives27]

PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE THAT WATCHED THIS, I'VE BARELY SEEN ANYTHING ABOUT IT 😭😭

[iheartgirlzn]

rip kai koguma you would’ve loved fornite

[mushroomf]

[goverment-mandated-femslash]

Today's government mandated femslash couple of the day is

Kai Koguma and Ayumi!

[errorlovernotfound99]

One shot! Kai koguma x mechanic!reader!

★✨🍙~📟~⚡~🍘~📳~🎸~✨★

★! Kai who just met you at the workshop who can't help herself from being flustered

★! Kai who shares her candies with you!

★!Kai who can't help but follow you around the workshop as you work on customers cars★

★! Kai who will offer you a ride on her bike anytime you want!

★✨~📟~📳~⚡~🍙~✨★

★!Dating Kai would be going for rides to abandoned places to see the sunsets she says that are to die for

★! Cuddling up to Kai after a long day of deliveries as she lets you run your fingers through her hair!

★! Kai who would throw herself onto your bed and lay in your pillows and blankets to enjoy the scent of your perfume/cologne when you're away!

★! Kai who can stare at you working for hours on end because you look so pretty when you're focused!

★! Kai who tells you to hold onto her waist as she drives her bike!

★~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~★

★tell me what you think in the comments! Please like and repost if you enjoyed!!!★

[avianator]

The fact that Kai then went back to said girl even though she blew up at Kai for being chased down by narcs

Kai literally went back to her ass like 2 episodes later and hit a dude with a motorcycle to get said girl

In the spur of the moment, I watched a new animated series called Tokyo Override and the main character, Kai, is such a lesbian.

But…Kai..surely you won’t track down a drug that’s been taken down the police force for a girl? There are other ways to impress a girl, Kai.

please Kai do not go out and find that drug

[drama-glob]

what do you think of this tweet by netflix anime about tokyo override that says Rev up and meet Spoke (Tomoaki Maeno), Kai (Fairouz Ai), Hugo (Ryota Takeuchi), and Watari (Mariya Ise) ?

It certainly is a great way to introduce people to the characters and get them excited. ;)

[mar1na1sse]

Welcome Home, Traveler !!

I'm so happy to welcome you to my corner of Tumblr!! I’m so happy to be adding to this gorgeous hell site and even more so to my favourite fandoms!

This is my navigation/informative post!

Other links 🔗: MasterList(nothing yet), PlannedPosts

Just a warning- my fics are very self-indulgent !! I try to give all my fics a familiar, warm and flowery feeling while staying true to each character and universe!! I majorly write oneshots!

Further below are a list of the fandoms I write for / am a part of :D

[Fandoms List]

sorted by fandoms i'm majorly and minorly a part of!

Major

Demon Slayer / KNY - no nsft for kamaboko squad + Muichiro

Jujutsu Kaisen - no nsft for main trio

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K - no nsft at all

Genshin Impact - No nsft for minors, platonic only for youngest

Obey Me! / Obey Me! NB - platonic only for Luke

Tokyo Override - No nsft for Kai

Mouthwashing - Jimmy BANNED

Minor

Omori - Platonic only for main group exept Mari + Hero, unless fic is set past the end of the game (aka aged up), even then only romantic.

Vocaloid/ PJSK - no nsft

Little Nightmare (1+2) - platonic only

Yugioh (OG + Arc V)

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun - no nsft for main trio/ students their age

Arcane

Sonic - Platonic Only bc furry allegations

TADC - not smut

[Basic Rules/Boundaries + DNI !!]

Writing/requesting rules further down 👇

I am a minor, please treat me as such. Although I am comfortable writing smut/nsft works, please respect that I am incredibly uncomfortable with unsavory comments towards me. Lets keep the horny thoughts to the characters please !!

Hate is not welcome on this page !! If you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all lol !! criticism and critiques, however are entirely welcome and even encouraged! I'm new to writing and would love any help I can get. :3

DNI if: you are homophobic or transphobic, support any and all non-fictional war or violence, any other basic DNI criteria or are not willing to respect any previously listed rules.

[Requesting Rules]

When writing angst, I avoid main character death unless canon. Requesting near death experiences I am okay with.

I will not write about active mental health issues or self harm. I am comfortable writing fics about/mentioning a past disorder. However, I will only refer to things I have experienced.

I do write nsft, under the condition it follows the criteria listed above for what characters I write it for.

Under the same topic, I don’t write hardcore or unethical kinks. (Anything incest, scat or otherwise icky.) I also don’t write extreme BDSM (knife play or anything actually painful)

If you’re submitting a request please provide as much detail as you can about the scenario! Also please provide the character and from what fandom so I don’t get mixed up lol! If it’s set in a certain time or AU aswell please!!

Requests can be submitted via my ask box or DM’s! Whatever works for you!

Requests are always open so ask away!!

If there’s anything else you want to know feel free to send me a message or ask!! I hope this was helpful and that you can happily explore my blog! Thank you for reading this far!!

[fandompost]

Kai’s First Bike In This ‘Tokyo Override’ Netflix Clip http://dlvr.it/TGhKRb

[thedistantstorm]

A Gentle Truth [1/3]

A Ghost finds his Guardian in the ruins of Tokyo. She asks him for a name. He agrees, but only if she grants him one in return.

It is not yet dawn. The sky is painted beautiful shades of velvet orange, violet-blue, and midnight over the once thriving metropolis. Once, it would be loud, as bright as daylight, and bustling with activity. Now, it is silent, the flicker of half-functioning lights from collapsed skyscrapers dull and short circuiting. There is no one in sight.

Except for one tiny, nimble Ghost, darting across rubble-coated streets and into buildings. He hovers over huge expanses, cracks that run kilometers deep into the ground, casting his gaze at them quickly before continuing on. There is a purpose in his intent, methodical searching. 

Then, all at once, his entire body freezes, hanging unnaturally in the air. Flick, shift. His small plating realigns itself around his body and he dips forward before hesitating, as if he cannot believe whatever his sensors have uncovered.

He proceeds slowly, over a destroyed roadblock with large chunks of the skyscraper above crushing it into the ground. Takes a left and finds a mostly in-tact alley. A warm breeze pushes at his back not unkindly; As if telling him that he's moving in the right direction.

On the other side of the alley, he takes a moment. The sun is not up yet, though the horizon is getting brighter. He looks around, takes stock. No movement on his radar for miles. Good. He reminds himself not to get so caught up in his search that he forgets to check his own six once in a while.

And then, he begins.

He always searches the deepest recesses first. Under large boulders and ruins, in small inlets and cozy nooks. As always, his search is fruitless.  He makes another check of radar. Still good.

The next thing he does is comb the area. The unsuspecting alley opens into a small respite from the apocalypse shattered city. It becomes a wide, sprawling greenspace that is not terribly deep, but ends at the foot of a temple that looks centuries older than the decaying metropolitan architecture around it, though it is surprisingly intact. 

Behind the small temple lies the sea and the coming dawn. If he is no closer, he'll take a moment to watch the sunrise.

The Ghost scans the body of a humanoid nearby, a pile of bones propped against a decaying wall. Not his Guardian. Undeterred, the back fins of his shell spin, reorienting. His Guardian is close. The Light, the feeling of the tether between their souls is almost tangible now.

Across the archway outside the temple, delicate vines of yellow-white flowers grow, petals kicked up and swirling in the wind. The Ghost turns his optic to look through the Temple to the golden glow of the sunrise.

A pointed breeze blows through the open space from the sea, stronger than the gentle nudges from before. There is the serene clacking of wooden chimes. The Ghost doesn't hear them, though.

The wind dislodges the petals scattered across the cracked stone pathway just enough to reveal the ivory of bone. There is something terribly heartrending about this body, he thinks. All the others he's scanned in this area were hidden, likely terrified. 

This one, unlike the rest, stands in defiance. A Guardian, something deep in his mechanical body dares to hope.

He can see where something has cut through bone, their ribcage irreversibly damaged on the left side by a sharp object, likely a blade. A killing blow. He shivers. It must have been painful.

Tentatively, he spins his shell, front half clockwise, back half the counter-clockwise, preparing to scan the remains. A fragile blue beam touches the space over their sternum and widens to catch the rest. Quick as a blink, as though electrocuted, he draws back.

"It's you," He whispers, voice tiny and awed and reverent. The carmel-smooth quality of his voice is not drowned out by the synthetic overtone of it. "Finally," He murmurs, louder. Warmly. Overjoyed. "I've finally, finally found you."

With gusto, he hovers around the skeleton, taking inventory. He catalogues the rising sun, peeking just over the horizon. For as long as he exists, there will never be a more wonderful moment. Once satisfied, he opens his shell like the jasmine blooms hanging from the nearby vines that blossom to greet the day.

Light floods him, overrides his sensors, overrides everything-

-and then there is nothing but the golden glow of daybreak, and the damaged wood chimes clinking in the dawn breeze.

He blinks. They gasp.

Two glowing eyes, almond-shaped and diamond-white stare back at him.

"Hello, Guardian," He coos, trying to remember to orient them, but also trying to peel his optic away from their gaze so he can determine the rest about them as well. This is his greatest moment. His Guardian - they don't know it yet - they are his purpose. The very sun he orbits around. "You've been down for a while, but that's alright. I'm here to guide you."

Full lips and a flat, wide nose scrunch almost imperceptibly. Confused.

The Ghost's shell spins idly. He gives them a once over. Awoken. Female. Does not speak common, he reckons, based on her bewildered gaze. He lowers himself, moving slowly, as not to frighten her.

"W-watashi wa…"

She frowns, looking at her hands, watching the ripple of pastel blue illuminate her digits. Her skin is an alabaster color not unlike the moon, with an ethereal bluish tint. Darker blue markings paint the inside corners of her eyes, where the bridge of her nose and forehead come together.

She is nothing like he expected her to be. She is so much more. She is perfect.

"You might not speak the common language," He tells her slowly. "Can you understand me?"

Her pout is back, but there's something cute about it, watching her ponder. "Ano…" She trails off. "Gomen," She finishes, looking to his optic, and he does not need to know what language she's speaking to understand that she's apologizing because she does not.

It doesn't matter. None of it matters now, because he's found her. Together, they can do anything.

Without thinking, he butts his whole being into her chest. She flinches, but before he can draw back, whining mechanically, concern and regret - the fear of rejection - flaring through his every synapse, pale fingers cup his being and cradle him against her.

He can feel it. He can feel the jackrabbit beat of her heart, her fear, her wariness. But he can feel her trying to smooth that feeling over with comfort. Reassurance. She can feel their connection.

Minutes old and his beautiful, perfect Guardian is already trying to soothe him. He thinks words of gratitude to the Traveler. There could not be anyone more lovely in the absolute entirety of the universe.

And she's his!

Instead of speaking, he projects those feelings back to her, like a wave of gentle hope and safety. He focuses on telling her without words that it's alright, that he is here for her. Her fingers envelope him a little more closely, and his fins sag in relief.

They can work with this. They can still communicate.

When she cautiously releases him, he hovers close to her. "Ghost," He says.

A pale finger points at him.

"Ghost," He repeats.

She puts a hand on her chest. He sees the exact moment she realizes she doesn't know her name, can feel her panic. She should know it, he's sure that's what she thinks.

He pushes every soothing thought he can toward her, saying, "It's ok. It's normal."

"Oh-kay?"

"Yes," He agrees.

"Ghost," She murmurs. 

"Yes," He answers. "I'm your Ghost. Yours."

"Mine?"

He bobs in the affirmative, fins spinning excitedly. She might know some common, after all. Shock was common among new Guardians, he'd heard. "You don't have to talk, it might take a moment for it all to come back," He rambles. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She smiles nervously, and nods, projecting a mixture of trust - he feels like he's been broken apart and put back together - and unsurity. Panic. Swirling together under the surface.

A loud sound, a crash, the pop of gunfire flattens his newly reborn Guardian into a crouch. Her eyes are fearful and alert, darting around. Above her, the Ghost sighs, drifting down in front of her.

"I'm sorry," He drones sadly, then erupts into sparks of Light.

She looks down at her chest, reaching for the glimmer of sparkling, warm Light in the air. He feels her terror, her grief at his disappearance is like a bomb going off somewhere in his circuits. He urges calm feelings forward, marking a location he knows will be safe for her to hide. He can't hear her thinking, but he can feel her probing tentatively in her mind, reaching for him gently after the initial fear that he's left her subsides.

I'm here, He tells her, testing the link all Ghosts and Guardians share. I'm with you, always.

Ghost, she answers. 

Yes, Guardian. We have to move. The sounds of the skirmish sound closer now.

She focuses, adjusting to the marker in her vision. Then, she dips carefully into the shadows, staying behind cover as much as possible. He continues to relay as much calm and serenity as he can.

But things become too close.

Fallen, his sensors tell him. Hide! 

She doesn't understand, the panic he's projecting overwhelms her until she's frozen under the weight of it. She cries out when a bullet grazes her arm. Out of pure instinct, she dives under a mangled barricade, breath coming in heavy pants, heartbeat escalated dangerously high. She scrambles into the skeletal husk of a building and holes up in a crack in the rubble.

The sound of rushed footsteps come through, hot on their heels. 

Breathe slowly, He instructs, praying she understands. Don't alert them.

Ghost, she pleads back. Her fingers find the wound on her arm, blood thick and tacky. She squeezes her eyes shut and tears escape. Kowaidesu.

He doesn't know what she's thinking to him, but he tries for context. She’s terrified. It's okay. It's okay. Stay calm. I've got you.

Really, he doesn't, all he can do is heal her when the coast is clear and bring her back if they kill her. The thought saddens him. He doesn't want her to die. He can tell her wound hurts. He wants to protect her. His job is to protect her.

The imminent danger passes eventually, and he phases out of her chest. She shivers at the loss, but he hovers carefully in front of her face.

"They're gone," He tells her. Safe, he says through their link. The wordless communication seems to soothe her the most. "I'm going to heal you."

Her breaths turn sharp when he sets to mending her, the gouged wound sealing back together in Light. She looks down at the torn fabric on but healed skin on her arm in confusion.

"Better?" He asks kindly.

"Hmm," She says, and holds out her cupped fingers to hold him. He hovers carefully above her palms, sinking down slowly. "Arigatou," She hums, sounding thankful.

He looks up to her. The tears on her face are drying. "We need to find somewhere safe for us to hide. I've heard that new Risen," He pauses, "That's you," He bobs, "Get tired quickly. I want you to be safe."

She focuses on him intently, and he can see her brain trying to process. It will be easier when they are somewhere safe, when she can rest and they can bond and he can explain.

"Kakusu hitsuyō ga arimasu."

"Hide," He repeats, unsure of what she's saying. "Safe."

"Yes," She agrees, and he perks up. Frowning, she stumbles through the rest. "Ghost…" She bites her lip, whispering, "You lead… way?"

He spins happily in her hands. Perhaps things would right themselves with time, as her mind adjusts to being alive once more. "Yes. I'll lead the way!"

She smiles at him, then, and releases him so that he can guide her. He thinks if he had a heart, it would have leapt right out of his body.

[mars-rnr]

Tokyo Override: Episode 1 "Highway"

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE *LESBIAN TRUMPETS*

Kai is so funny. She would not say "I love you" to the rich girl she is crushing on but she will hunt down a drug that is being actively searched by law enforcement for the girl she is crushing on.

How is she both socially akward and a badass??

[sharkylikesknives27]

VDJVSJCBSBXSBXBWJXBSJCNSNDNDNDJCBAJCBAHXSBXHDBDBWBXHDBS

RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

[mars-rnr]

Tokyo Override: Episode 1 "Highway"

I do not what is going with these three goofy adults but say hi to them! My socially awkward girl (Kai Koguma) saw these rowdyruff boy cosplayers and thought: I can blackmail you lots

And she actually did it!!

[mushroomf]

Kidnapper : we have your kid

Yukio : which one?

Kidnapper : black-blue hair, feisty, cursed with a passion...

Yukio : oh you mean Kai!! Yeah no, you don't have her...she has you ... good luck

[mushroomf]

So if anyone is interested , chapter 2 of (one bike and the road ) is up on ao3