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          the music played all throughout the club , bringing on a continuous throb in his head that have long since been numbed out barely by the injections . it slowed down his world just enough to halt much of his defiance yet keep him capable of acting  &&  working as per usual . the club was hosting a rival clan tonight of which have been causing trouble  &&  tension . akira , having been one of the top consorts , have been tasked to keep these men busy for it would help to offer such delicate services . he pretended to care , to want this job for it kept him alive each day . 

he paid close attention to the drink his target had in hand , waiting ‘til just right in order to request the bartender for another to bring over . in the crowd of people , things were hard to make out in full detail . as he approached , coming closer , a small squeak left him when met with the man’s full appearance , nearly knocking into another worker but he had saved himself just barely to keep some form of dignity . composed once again , he brought himself over to the serpent - esque man .     ❝  hello ,  ❞      he greeted in a sweet tone just loud enough above the music , setting the full glass on the bar nearby .     ❝  you were looking a little lonely over here . mind if i keep you company ?  ❞     he had to make sure that the man would be charmed , knowing that he would be questioned  &&  scrutinized for his work ethics otherwise .

His tail curled around one of the legs of the chair he sat in. Muji let out a soft sigh as he sat there, sipping his drink. After a bit, he went to take a drink, and he realized it was empty. Well crap. And he didn’t really feel like getting up and navigating the crowd. They’d end up stepping on his tail, and he hated that.

His tail moved then, laying across his lap, the tip of it lightly tapping against his thigh.

It was then someone came over, with a new drink. Ah, what a savior. 

       “Yeah, sure. You can totally keep me company.”

He smirked a bit and took the drink, sipping it a bit. He really didn’t expect to have company, but he was perfectly happy to have it. 

He pulled out his phone from his pocket for a moment, looking at his notifications. He’d have to call a few people later, but it was nothing he had to deal with right now.

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@reoku​ - Akira Hara

Tensions were high between the two gangs, so .... this was most definitely needed. It was a small thing, him and his closest group hanging out at the opposing gang’s club. It was fine. It would be fun. His boys drank, and so did he. He liked drinking, even if it did absolutely nothing to him. His body healed way too quickly for the effects of it to really be able to do anything to him.

All the bodies moving and dancing, having a good time. Even his boys were in on it. He, however, was mostly off to the side, simply drinking and watching everything. He normally would be dancing with them, but not today. He was supposed to be a big head-honcho right now. Might as well look the part, right?

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Also I have maybe a weird question.. asked purely in good will. How does one become a greaser? I know I remember one time seeing you get upset when an anon called it an "aesthetic", and I admit I'm rlly not well versed in greaser culture (???) But I've always admired them and been jealous of the men who pulled it off. Can I put in my application friday or. I have a leather jacket if it helps

It’s a subculture that started back in the late 40′s by the working class and kids in the US. They were started up by motorcycle gangs or those in the hotrod culture who disliked the boring homey nuclear family concept.

The name ‘greaser’ came from the grease/products in their hair as well as well as mechanics being also called ‘grease monkies’, but people mistake it sometimes as the derogatory word for someone who is Italian and/or Mexican. Which it isn’t. And you’ll probably get a busted lip if you call an actual greaser of that ethnic group that.

Take pride in who you are, strut your stuff. Don’t get your panties in a bunch and be cool and don’t take shit.

The look it pretty standard, you can’t be a greaser if you’re in your sweatpants and pokemon t-shirt; the look came from the 50′s, that stuff wasn’t there back then. There are the modern renditions of greasers too, but that stuff always harkens back to the old school but with a twist such with your rockabilly, psychobilly, etc.

It’s important to stay in touch with others who are into the stuff you are, and concerts, car shows, meet-ups, watering holes, etc. You’ll find them there. Go out, learn more, have fun and go make some noise.

Be a rebel, make a stand and be the resistance. You ain’t going to take anything from nobody, and that idea rings true with me and how I want to live my life.

Greasers have a history, they’ve been around a long while.

They are who they are, and they don’t apologize for it. There are greaser gangs that still exist too, that'll hit you up and all that. It’s a lifestyle that has history, it isn’t an aesthetic you can decide to put on for a Thursday night and think you’re part of the scene. It’s something to be respected. 

And I’m just one man, trying my best to not be a poser. So don’t just take my word for it, go out and do your research, learn and have fun with it!

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                 Indie OC             Snake person (mutant????)

                               written by ren

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Muji Headcannon #13

Muji does actually shed like a snake, but only his tail and his spine. There are skin tone scales that travel up his spine to his neck from his tail. Whenever he sheds, he must shed all of those scales too. You can’t really see them, as they’re skin tone. They are INCREDIBLY sensitive though, the scales on his spine, and they become even more sensitive after he sheds. This is why he’ll get jumpy if people are behind him.

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Muji Headcannon #14

Muji has absolutely no form of self-preservation. He will do things that any normal person would run from, or never do. He cannot die. (He can, but it takes A LOT.) So Muji isn’t afraid of anything. He’s dumb, and SHOULD have fear and a sense of self-preservation. But he doesn’t. He will literally stare death in the face and LAUGH.

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Muji Headcannon #15

Don’t remember if I posted this on his original blog or not, but. Muji’s gang has 7 members.

Jean, Yun, Tommy, Kei, Rei, Dean, and Lee.

Lee is Muji’s “second-in-command”. He is 25.

Kei and Rei are the twins. They are the youngest, being 18. They have a really bad home life.

Yun is 21. He has trouble with tests.

Jean is 22. Dean is 23. Tommy is 20

They all go to college. They are all students. They are the youngest gang Muji’s ever had. They were his 5th gang in 2018. (He’d gone through 4 others in that year.) They are still happily kicking it with him. He thinks of him like they’re his kids.

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Muji Headcannon #16

Muji is a war veteran. He’s been through battles, and he’s been through wars. He’s killed people, and he’s not proud of it. He’s also been through battles and nearly been killed himself. He can very easily protect himself. He doesn’t like to mention that he’s seen battle. He doesn’t like thinking about this part of his past. It upsets him far too much. 

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There she was. The beautiful woman that she was. His Tsume. She stood over the cooking pot, the smell of cooked veggies and meat filling their small home.

He walked towards her, behind her, arms wrapping around her from behind.

                        “Musa? You’re home early.”

He didn’t respond, only clung to her. A laugh as he buried his face into the back of her shoulder.

                        “Musa, love, what’s wrong? You’re acting as if you                         haven’t seen me in weeks.”

Weeks? No. More like centuries.

            “Tsume.”

                        “Hmm?”

            “I love you.”

                        “Well, I love you too, darling. What’s wrong?”

It was a dream, and he knew it. This whole thing was a dream. This house no longer existed, this countryside no longer existed, and the person he was holding? Well. He’d seen her die. She’d died in his arms. But here she was, cooking as if nothing had happened.

Somehow, the dream changed. He didn’t remember it changing, but it did. He was sitting with her in his lap. She was old. But he was still the same. She reached up an wrinkled hand, cupping his cheek. He could feel the tears, see them drip onto her. And then her hand fell.

Before he could see more, he jolted awake. He was sitting on his futon in the hideout, the sounds of cars and drunkards creeping in through the dark windows. Nightlife of the city. Reaching towards his face, he could feel the warmth. Tears. Ugh. 

Grabbing his phone from beside the futon, he looked at the time. 4 am. Tossing it back to the floor, he wiped his face and flopped back on the futon with a heavy sigh. 

                                                   He hated those dreams.

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[ BECAUSE I HAVE SCREAMED AT EVERYONE ON DISCORD

I WILL SCREAM HERE TOO

IT’S SO FUCKING MUJI

THIS WHOLE DAMN THING

I AM SCREAMING

HOLY SHIT ]

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                        I can rip you apart                         I can break your bones and tear your organs                         I can lap up your blood, while you scream in pain                         But I would rather you plead for your life                         And see me as something bigger and stronger                         Because that’s how you live, that’s how you destroy                         Destroy them, and they will do anything you want.

                                                           Indie Multi Muse ☆

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                        I can rip you apart                         I can break your bones and tear your organs                         I can lap up your blood, while you scream in pain                         But I would rather you plead for your life                         And see me as something bigger and stronger                         Because that’s how you live, that’s how you destroy                         Destroy them, and they will do anything you want.

                                                           Indie Multi Muse ☆

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