#Banchō

[marimarionette]

Nos anos 60, um estilo/subcultura se iniciou no Japão, principalmente entre as garotas colegiais, consideradas "gangues". Essa subcultura tratava-se de ir contra o tradicionalismo japonês e quebrar regras no geral: customizar uniformes, pintar cabelos, fumar, cometer furtos, brigarem...

Coisas clássicas que um delinquente faria.

Algo interessante é que boa parte dessas garotas usavam saias longas, como forma de criticar e rebater a sexualização que as mulheres japonesas sofriam na época. A saia longa já constava no uniforme, mas mesmo assim possuía essa representatividade.

Por mais que a subcultura tenha começado nos anos 60, foi apenas nos anos 70 que se popularizou, não só entre as garotas, mas também entre os garotos, cujo o termo para a versão masculina das sukeban seria "banchō"

Considerando esses conceitos, um personagem em específico de JoJo's Bizarre Adventure parece se encaixar bem na descrição de "banchō", personagem esse que é muito conhecido, querido e amado por muitos:

Possivelmente Jotaro tratava as pessoas ao seu redor de forma grosseira e cometia atos de delinquência não por ser da natureza dele (afinal, como vimos no flashback de quando ele era criança, ele parecia ser muito simpático e amigável), mas sim por estar seguindo uma moda daquela época. Como sabemos, Stardust Crusaders se passa no final dos anos 80: de Novembro de 1988 até Janeiro de 1989.

Eu até lançaria o argumento de que nas partes seguintes Jotaro não mantinha uma personalidade exatamente agressiva como na parte 3, porém tem a questão dele ter amadurecido muito e estar na casa dos 30, então sem chance.

Depois de umas pesquisas, notei que alguns banchōs tinham o cabelo penteado de uma forma parecida com a de Jotaro, apesar do cabelo dele ser raramente mostrado. Aliás, o estilo banchō também era comum usar topetes grandes, então seria por isso que o Rohan fala que o cabelo do Josuke tava na moda há 20/30 anos atrás, já que começou a se popularizar nos anos 70. O fato da subcultura ter se mantido bastante popular ainda nos anos 80 reforça a minha hipótese sobre o Jotaro.

Pesquisei tudo isso para a minha fanfic, enquanto eu procurava um uniforme dos anos 80 para fazer o redesign da minha

Oc, acabei encontrando um dos anos 70, o que também é um tanto válido, e acabei descobrindo mais sobre as sukeban. Talvez eu faça a minha oc ser uma, com o diferencial de que ela não seria exatamente uma criminosa e cometeria furtos, seria gentil e um pouco tímida e etc, mas ainda sim se vestiria e faria coisas que uma sukeban faria, como fumar.

Tipo, eu mesma sou tímida e já pintei o cabelo de rosa, uma coisa não exatamente anula a outra.

[banchovt]

Episode 2:  A New World. 

After the battle with The Hands I found an empty alley with no one around or cameras. I was able to return to normal; returning to normal was pretty easy. All I had to do was press down on the button to reset the driver. Ones, I was back to normal all the injuries I sustained healed; however I felt incredibly sore, and hungry. I was starving, I ran into the first restaurant I could find before I went back to my hotel. After, I arrived at my room and I went straight  to my bed; I instantly passed out. When I woke up at 12:00 PM Japanese standard time. I felt great, like I had slept for years. 

I walked down to the lobby, and went to a local restaurant for lunch. I sat at a table and looked through the menu before pressing the button to order. As I waited, I ran through my phone looking at Twitter. The top trending topic was a terrorist attack in Japan. I was looking through the feed and all the articles reported over two costumed individuals causing mass terror at a stage show. One was dressed as a monster and the other was dressed like a Yankee dressed in red with white helmet.  The article continued stating that the two individuals began fighting each other; ending with one of the bombs that they had gone off killing the individual dressed as a monster. The article ended with the metropolitan police still investigating the scene. The next article stated that they’re on the lookout for the red dressed yankee, and any information the general public may have. 

As I was looking through the various articles reporting on the incident. I couldn’t find one that used any statements from the surviving victims; only their photos were released. Any statements released made the victims seem like they all had massive psychiatric breakdowns. Making the incident look like it was a terrorist attack, over what it really was. An attack from something from beyond. 

As I continued scrolling through the various feeds. I heard a small cough in the seats in front of me. There sat the girl who gave me the watch, Neko Modoki. Just like how she disappeared, she reapered in front me. She was looking at the menu, keeping her eyes glued on to the steak set meal.  I opened my mouth and asked “would you like the Steak Set?”. As soon as I asked she immediately responded with, “Yes, please!” Her eyes were shining in glee, I pressed the button on the table to inform the waitress that I was ready to order. I informed her that I’d like the Breakfast set and the Steak meal set. I asked if I could have a coffee. The waitress informed me that I could get my own drink, and pointed me to a drink bar. I walked to the drink bar and grabbed a coffee cup and filled it with fresh black coffee. I saw the pink haired girl had grabbed a glass filled with ice and a dark fizzy drink. She walked back to the table and began drinking slowly from her straw.

I walked back with my cup of coffee and sat back across from her. As I took a sip from my coffee cup. Modoki spoke up and started the long awaited conversation: who was she, what's happening in my world, and what was the watch on my wrist? She told me a couple of things that were hard to wrap around my head. 

Modoki told me that she was from another world. Well another dimension, a different version of Earth. One that's more advanced. She came after she had  noticed an anomaly in her lab from something that struck my Earth. Something that had the energy level that could ripple across dimensions. She told me that her civilization had laws about interfering with other worlds, but her curiosity got the better of her. She decided to break that one law and travel to this dimension and what she found was beyond her wildest dreams. 

What she found in the smoldering crater was a robotic being with technological specs that were eons beyond even her world could build. The machine was torn apart with only its head intact. She  informed me that the robot could only respond in  morse code. It warned her that they needed to escape before they came.The moment  the message was transmitted, a beam of red light shot down from the sky falling directly on top of her and the robotic being. Before that could happen Modoki instantly teleported herself back to her world with the mechanical being. She could only speculate that the beam of light was intended to destroy the machine. 

After she had returned to her world, the machine introduced itself as Unit R-999;  She nicknamed it Rine. Rine informed her of an invasion that would soon arrive upon my world.  She had informed Rine that she could not do anything for my world. She did more than she was supposed to or even allowed. Rine corresponded with a champion that would protect it. Rine instructed her in building a watch loaded with both technology from her advanced world and Rines. Once the watch was completed Rine opened its chest showing a red gem that would be the centerpiece of the watch; and what would power it. The gears on the watch began to turn and reverberated as a bright red light broke out from it. Rine had told her that she would need to find a worthy champion who will carry a power greater than anyone has seen before as it shut down. 

She ended her story by taking some ice from an ice filled cup and began munching on them like chips. I had more questions as to where the robot came from and what was it built for? As the flood of questions began to spew from my mouth; our food had arrived. I decided to ask my questions after we ate our meal.

 After finishing our individual meals. I was ready to ask my questions, but before I could ask. I saw her press the button in a blink of an eye and with the button press, the waitress returned. She ordered another 5 additional steak meal sets. I was surprised that she could still eat more, let alone 5 more meals.  I asked her if there was anything else I should know about the watch and my transformation. She replied with, “I know as much about that watch as you.” I was astonished and replied, “didn’t you make the watch?” she replied with a sigh,”Yes I did”. She shook her finger as she continued on, “You have to remember, I was instructed by that machine. A machine not from your world or mine to build it.”   She sat back arching her neck to the ceiling, “ I worked on it and made it, but when that gem was added on. It's like it evolved”. My eyebrow raised as I asked, “It evolved?” She laughed as she responded, “it's crazy isn’t it? That gem evolved, something I built” before she could continue with the conversation the next 5 meals she had ordered had arrived.   

Our conversation ended with her informing me that I didn’t need to worry about any new invaders at this time. She reported that setup a barrier and that it would hold for a year; giving me time to understand how to use the Imagine Driver. She left, informing me that she will be in contact. She had disappeared as quickly as she appeared. The only thing that amazed me more than her disappearance was the check she left me with. All I could do was laugh as I pulled out the remaining yen I had to my name. 

No other incidents occurred as my trip was coming to a close. I waved goodbye to Tokyo to Japan as my plane departed back to the states, and I began my training arc with Imagine Driver (IM). 

Once I returned back to my headquarters IE my condo. I began working to understand the limits of what IM can do and how long my transformation would last. I drove to an empty field 6 hrs away from where I lived with nothing but fresh air, dry grass, and the wonderful view of the foothill; which meant I had to be extra careful not to start a fire. I looked around to make sure I was completely alone; with no one  insight I shouted with all my might, “IMAGINE DRIVER!” My watch transformed from its base form to its wheel form with its digital button at the top saying Breaking Out Initiated! 

I placed the wheel at the pit of the shoulder and drove it down my arm spinning the wheel. The wheel spun intensely.  I struck the button with force that would break glass thus starting the transformation mode shooting me forward into a red wall. As I broke through the illusionary wall; I transformed into the masked hero dressed in red, Imagine Driver Bancho. 

The last time I was transformed I had adrenaline running through my veins and urgency; I hadn’t realized that I was now a hero. That was something akin to a Power Ranger, or a Kamen Rider. A new sense of�� excitement began to well up inside of me.The excitement poured out from me springing me into quick little victory jumps. I wondered if this is how the kids from Big Bad Beetleborgs felt when they had their wish granted to become heroes.

After some brief moments of joy, I started to settle down and got to business. It was time for me to start testing the limitations of my abilities and the length of my transformation.   I started my tests at 1:45pm and started my timer at the exact time. I needed an accurate measurement of how long my transformation would hold. I couldn’t make a mistake when it came to it. My world would be invaded soon and I didn’t want a repeat of my first transformation. 

The 1st thing I needed to do was a speed test. The professor had previously told me that armor stats weren’t in speed, but strength. However, I had to test how fast I actually was compared to my normal sprinting speed. I took my mark and shot forward with everything I had. However my speed was slightly better than my own, but I didn’t think too much about it. I just  kept running until I felt tired; by two O’Clock I had run 5 miles. I found myself near the base of the foothills. My speed may not have been the best, but my endurance was godly. 

Next I need to test my strength. I knew I was incredibly strong. However, I didn’t know how strong I really was. I looked around to see what I could test it on, but all I could find was a boulder and the hill itself; and I didn’t think I could measure my strength by punching a hill. So I decided to go for the boulder. I took a random stance and first tapped the boulder with a light punch. What I couldn’t believe was that the littlest tap pushed the boulder forward. It was like a cat tapping on a ball of yarn, it felt like nothing. I tried punching it harder a second time. My fist went through the boulder like it was paper. That’s when something in me snapped within me.  As  I began to run a mock smashing and breaking everything around me like a toddler breaking their toys. 

Everything within my grasp was a toy; Trees felt like chopsticks as they snapped them with my grip; I held boulders in my hand like they were softballs; and I tossed them like bowling balls down a bowling lane. By the time I realized the path of destruction that I’ve caused, 30 minutes had passed and I was still fully transformed. It was safe to say that my transformation could last upwards and up to 45 minutes. The clock was still ticking and I have not reverted back. I was getting ready to head back, when I heard yelling in the distance. I looked around to find where the voice was coming from, but I couldn't locate it. I was going half crazy trying to find the location of the voice when, “If you're going to play the hero. I’ll give you a hand.” It was Professor. 

All of the sudden a heads up display lit up on the inside of my mask with an arrow pointing the way.  I didn’t think much of it,  I just began running with everything that I had. I wasn’t going any faster, but the professor shouted,”Jump!” My body responded to her shout and leapt forward. My body shot up into the air. It felt like I was flying, I moved faster through the air than I would have done running, but I didn't prepare for the landing. In the words of a pro skater, I ate big time bro.  I left a skid mark of dirt on the ground. The professor asked as I was stumbling back to my feet, “that was a nasty fall, you good?”. I replied, “Ya, I’m good, didn't feel a thing.” As I finally stood up right, I looked up towards the direction the arrow was pointing.  Where I saw the dangling figure on a cliff holding on to deer life. 

“Shit” I shouted, “What do I do?”. “You’re the hero, figure it out?” the professor retorted. I was freaking out, as I tried to figure out what I could do to save the person from pending their doom. All I could think; all I could do was just jump. I jumped as high as my legs could take me. My body flew atop the cliff face like a rocket shooting off into space. As I reached the person,  I noticed the pace of my ascent wasn’t slowing down. I stuck my hand out into the cliff and dug my fingers into bedrock; it slowed me down enough to be near them. I was still more than a couple of meters away from them. 

I made my way to them by climbing like a gargoyle. Digging, my fingers into the cliff side moving slowly, but keeping my eyes dead set on them. I was no more than mere meters away from them as I called out to them, “You, person hanging on by thread I’m here to rescue you”. In retrospect I could have come up with a better opening line as the hero that arrived to rescue his first civilian; but I wasn't as prepared as thought I'd be.They turned their heads from looking up, and looked down towards me. In a panicked voice, “Who.. Wh..Who are you?”. I dug my feet straight into the wall. Once, I knew I had a solid grasp of it. My hand let go of the wall that it had a firm grip on. As I struck a pose my arms folded and my feet firmly stuck to the cliff proclaiming, “I’m the Hero of Justice, Chivalrous man dressed in red.  THE IMAGINE DRIVER; BANHOU!” 

They stared at me in a stupefied look as they uttered, “Whooo!?” The single utterance took the wind out of my sail. All I could respond with was, “I’m here to save you. Just keep holding on.” I returned to my climbing position and continued my ascension. As I was getting closer to them; a strong gust of wind descended on the cliff side. The wind felt like it was trying to throw us off the cliff.

  I began to worry thinking that they didn’t have much time, so I started rushing to them. They began to panic with the gust of winds crashing on the cliff side like tidal waves. They began shouting in a panic, “hurry, hurry please! I can’t hold on much longer!” They began to wiggle and trash while holding on. “What’s your name!” I shouted. They responded with, “What?!”. I repeated myself, “What’s your name?”. They responded with, “why are you asking now? Can't you see my life in danger?. “I know” I responded, “I just feel like it's important to know, who am I saving?” They shouted back, “Does it really matter!?. “Yes!” I shouted, “Now talk!”. They started talking, “My name is Rachel," “Hi Rachel,” I responded. They continued with  “I’m an engineer, and my favorite fruit is strawberries” . They continued on talking about themselves, their voices and actions started to relax. They were no longer panicking. 

As I finally got close enough to grab them. The wind hit the cliff side like a wall pushing them off. I acted quickly and grabbed them, losing my position on the cliff. We began to fall together, I held their head to my chest as we fell. I was trying to think of a method to safely land on the ground, but nothing came to mind. My first mission as a hero is going to end with the death of a civilian. I tried my best to make sure that I took the full brunt of the force the closer we arrived to the ground.  When the professor finally shouted at the top of her lungs  “use your coat!” with those words I took to action. I let go of Rachel for a split second; it took off my coat grabbing the sleeves with one hand, and then grabbing Rachel with the other. My coat quickly caught the wind and began to work as a parachute, slowing our descent. 

We finally landed safely, I let go of Rachel. They dropped on the floor holding their chest breathing heavily. “As far as 1st rescues go. I feel like that went without a hitch” I said trying to  break the silence. “Are you crazy!?” Rachel shouted. I responded, “Ya kind of? Anyways, you're safe now” I said while doing a Kamane Ridder-ech pose. They stared daggers into me, as if they were ready to kill me. “Well then Rachel.” I said, “Do you have your phone?” She looked at me weirdly, “No, why?”. I sighed and said, “Well this isn’t going to earn me any points, but..” I picked them up like a princess and told them not to bite their tongue. I started to make small leaps forward.

After five minutes of leaping through the hills and trees. I finally found a gas station, and landed there safely. I gently dropped Rachel onto her feet, she stood for less then a second before falling on her knees like a newborn doe. I walked toward the gas station attendant staring weirdly as if they had seen the most insane spectacle in their lives. I asked them, “ Umm.. sorry for popping out of nowhere there. Do you have a phone? Or landline? I need to call an Ambulance to check on that lady over there”. The attendant looked at me wide eyed and said, “Yes, is that lady going to be ok?” they pointed at Rachel who was still on her knees in a daze. “I hope so, but she did fall off a cliff and uhhh, she looks ok?” I responded. “However” I stated “I’m just a guy in a biker helmet with a red coat. So can you call the Ambulance?” The gas attendant began to call the ambulance.

After some time the ambulance arrived and checked on her.  I made sure to stick around until I knew she was ok. “Take care of her” I told the paramedics as I began to take my position and make my exit. “Wait” someone shouted from the ambulance. I turned back and saw one of the paramedics running towards me, “wait!” they shouted. “ What's your name!?” they asked. I looked at them and looked back at the ambulance; and saw Rachel laying on the gurney all packed up. I began to take a pose and state my name with gusto, “ I’m the Hero of Justice. Garbed in Crimson. The one that imagines a bright future for all! The IMAGINE DRIVER! BANCHO!” They looked at me weirdly like they saw something outrageous. After a brief second they burst out laughing, I was taken back by the reaction; but I can understand based on my stylish actions. “Bancho. I’ll remember that.” giggling as they responded. I took off after that interaction making my way back to my car. 

The professor spoke to me while I Jumped forward, “Good job today Geo” she stated.  I responded, “Was that alright professor? I felt like that could have gone better.” She responded with a light giggle, “Do you think the heroes you’ve read about, in your comics. Would they have done as  you did their first time?” I responded immediately with, “Yes! They would have done a better job saving her then me”. Professor took a brief moment before responding, “then you're going to have to train more and learn how to use the [Driver] and unlock all its secrets.” she continued on, “We have 1 year before the barrier falls, and as far as we know [The hands] was the only one that made it through.” I took a deep breath. Before I could respond the professor added, “the Imagine Gem chose you, have some confidence.” 

[flippinegg]

fascinated by this thing

[magicmalcolm]

...is that a tiny cat-person making themselves look tougher and stronger by wearing a massive Chinese New Year inspired Mask?

...welcome to the party.

[shysheeperz]

[good-beansdraws]

Happy birthday @chinchillasinunison !! I realized I'd never drawn your boy Akio -- he's so cool 🐍

I hope you have a wonderful day today, and that this year is kind to you! ✨️🎂🎉🎈

[capitisxurxtovi]

LCB OCS

“Though my eyes see not the autumn, the wind has yet brought tidings.”

あざまる — HITOMARU

Literary Source: Kagekiyo (+ general Taira clan legends) Softspoken swordswoman. Attacks in blind rage. Her sword might be cursed.

“Long live, long live, long live the King!”

紅顏禍水 — DAJI

Literary Source: Investiture of the Gods Charming, slightly girlfaily lady. Dangerously curious about almost everything. Has a complex about what it means to be human.

“Let us not mock the fools; Their madness simply lasts longer than ours… That makes all the difference.”

CARCOSA — HILDRED “REX” CASTAIGNE

Literary Source: The Repairer of Reputations/The King in Yellow Deeply disturbed woman. She’d have made a good fiction author if not for The Incident. Ex-Dieci member, but you wouldn’t know it looking at her now.

“How could they treat innocent Okiku so cruelthessly?”

幽霊一皿 — OKIKU

Literary Source: Banchō Sarayashiki and general Himeji Castle folklore She’s not actually dead. Self-proclaimed group chef. Likes to make up new words by squishing existing ones together (think like ghost characters in JP text).

almost all of these guys were made specifically for an RP server. hitomaru is the exception.

might post more about these freaks in the future. stay tuned

[vixensdungeon]

Alright, the suggestions have slowed down, so it's time to unveil the next great TTRPG rating system…

Will It Banchō?

Basically, how well does the game support playing as rowdy Japanese high school boys who go around getting into fights? Our first entry…

Car Wars (1980, Steve Jackson Games)

If it was about street racing, it could fit a somewhat unorthodox banchō story. But alas, the game is about post-apocalyptic combat in vehicles armed with all sorts of weaponry, which just feels wrong.

Will It Banchō? No ❌

[chinchillasinunison]

So many fucking oc thoughts today... kinda literally in some cases (wondering world-building wise how the Flora reproduce)

[darksilvania]

LICKITISPLIT (Poison/Dark)

I saw a post on Twitter by the fakemon creatorn Pen Paladin doing their own version of bonded pokemon once PECHARUNT was officialy released and I wanted to make one too. This one was a case where the name came to me before the designt itself, but in the end it just made sense.

The bonded pokemon iself was a LICKITUNG who became a retainer in order to gain power over others. Its design has elements of both LICKITUNG and LICKILICKY

For its shiny colors at first I wanted to use the original Lickitung/Lickilicky shiny color (yellow) but since the only color that changes on this shinies is the black, it didn't contrast enough with the pinks and beiges, so I went with electric blue.

Its overall design is based on Banchō delinquents from japan, with its hair turned into a pompadour and its dark skin resembling the uniforms and black atires they wear,

[liar-leth]

TaiMizu Week Day 3:

Japan

(Sukeban & Banchō AU!)

(Close up)

[chinchillasinunison]

Oh hell yeah!!!!!! He looks so awesome!!! Thank you so much!!!!!

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Happy Secret Santa 🎁

And happy new years @chinchillasinunison!! I was your secret santa this time ♡

I was asked to draw their oc Akio~ As always thank you @beancret-santa for organising this year, its a lot of fun💞

[flippinegg]

made a fanmade cubivore based off the unused seal cubivore!! i imagine green cubivores would represent sea life or something

[a-ard]

with luffy banchō 💚

[celorangeine]

hi 😆 new bully oc!!! character sheet made by @jimothy-hopkins 😎

Kajiwara Yuudai (梶原 雄大) is a banchō (leader of a delinquent gang) who came from Japan to the US because of his dad's recent job promotion. he doesn't speak English that well and has an incredibly thick accent that makes him hard to understand get made fun of (he will still beat them up). somehow he has attracted the greasers and now he hangs out with them. 😎😎🔥🔥

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Banchō Sarayashiki, también conocida como okiku-san, en vida un aciago día, se le cayeron los 10 platos y por desgracia uno de ellos se rompió y su amo la asesinó y arrojó su cuerpo a un pozo.-Por eso cada noche aparece para contar los platos con una voz tenue, uno, dos, tres... así hasta nueve ¡Exclamando falta un plato! - La historia se remonta al periodo Edo. ¿Conocían esta pequeña historia? Que pasen una buena semana. - お菊さんこと皿屋敷番長は、ある運命の日に10枚の皿を落とし、運悪くそのうちの1枚が割れてしまい、主人に殺害されて井戸に投げ込まれました。 - そのため、毎晩、かすかな声で皿を数え、1枚、2枚、3枚...と9枚まで数え、「1枚足りない！」と叫ぶのだそうで���。 - この話は江戸時代まで遡りますが、皆さんはご存知でしたか？それでは、今週も良い一週間をお過ごしください。 -Banchō Sarayashiki, also known as okiku-san, in life one fateful day, dropped the 10 plates and unfortunately one of them broke and her master murdered her and threw her body into a well. - That's why every night she appears to count the plates with a faint voice, one, two, three... up to nine... exclaiming that one plate is missing! - The story goes back to the Edo period. Did you know this little story? Have a nice week.