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                              new new york                                       …gang infested territory…

possibly triggering and definitely dark material will be present (18+)

an open, original universe for anyone to interact with

GANGS, drugs, VIOLENCE, crooked politics, URBAN FANTASY, police state, TECHNOLOGY MANIPULATION, weapons, VEHICLES, underground fighting, ILLICIT GAMBLING —- and more

                DIRECTORY! (links.)

CHARACTERS (within: taken, ACCEPTING!, pending)

SETTING INFORMATION (lore, etc.)

GANGS (the three major factions in new new york)

  In the early years of the 2000s,  civil unrest blossomed from the growing gap between rich and poor, the advancement of technology that got further and further from affordable reach, and the constant stripping of human rights. Soon these transgressions turned disorderly uproar into highly organized revolts like America had never seen. Militarized police were sent out (backed by martial law)  to exterminate anyone suspected of anarchistic or gang-like activity. People were ripped out of their homes without trial, dragged into the streets and slaughtered to snuff the flame of an overthrow. Those that weren’t killed were escorted to life without their day in court to spend their days in a high security prison, Ironport, a structure built specifically for survivors of the en masse raids.

 SET IN THE 2030s, this Orwellian-esque universe is writhe in the rebellion of the suppressed masses , taking place two decades after the event that snowballed it into its current state. Many Americans are too scared to do anything after seeing how far the government would go those many years ago, haunted by the silence after friends and family were stolen.

  But there are those who fight for the people and for themselves. Those sick and tired of being doormats. Would you fight?

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dont ever call me a pretty boy as an insult,,,, bc ill blush and get flustered real fast

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by pietervercruysse

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nickinewyork‌:

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Uh, I’m hot.

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“Love yourself first and everything else falls into line.”

— Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

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Aiden listened absently-- Christ, Nicki could sure talk a lot about fucking nothing. His brows drew together slightly to their natural position, his resting bitch face once again active. "Really can't imagine," was the lazy response to the completely unrelatable cake dilemma.

But he really couldn't.

Aiden was going to respond, but paused, watching Nicki soothe Cheesecake. He looked away, briefly scanning their surroundings out of habit. When Nicki spoke up again, his emerald gaze found the talkative red head.

"Eh. Not sure I'm fuckin' home enough to care what it looks like. Besides, it's cheap and has a bed. That's all I need." He snorted at the mention of a 'real good real estate guy'. What the fuck would Aiden do if he bought a house? It was so outlandish that it almost made him laugh.

Except his expression didn't change at all.

"If I decide to settle and get nice an' domestic with a wife and four kids, you'll be the guy I call, yeah?" He smoothed his hands over his vest before looking back at him. He was unbearable usually, but awkward at his best.

This was his best.

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Fortunately, Aiden didn’t even have a smart-assed reply to the rhetorical question. Instead he just frowned as he watched Nicki pluck his french bulldog up. Even if he wasn’t big on dogs… The little guy did look awfully happy. He straightened himself up before he slipped past the other and out of the gate.

Dog parks were so.. pretentious.

Why? Because fucking rich people or something.

The arms dealer didn’t linger on that though, slipping his hands into the pockets of his vest. He shrugged his shoulders, grunting noncommittally. He kept pace with Nicki as they headed down the street.

“S'fine.” He replied shortly, pausing a moment before adding, “… How about you? Busy as usual I’m guessin’?”

“Yeah man, I’m trainin’ for my next fight, tryin’ to see if I can maybe get some type’a  international thing- an’ have ya ever tried to pick just one kinda cake? Man, it’s fuckin’ impossible.” Even if he’s rambling he’s rather cheery, headed towards a usual hangout, no need to garner any attention.

“Have ya found a decent place? My first place round here was a shithole- but it was my shithole ya know? Moved up a lil, still in Hell’s Kitchen tho.” A disgruntled noise from the Frenchie at being jostled by Nicki’s hands when he was talking and there’s a moment where the redhead works on calming him down before continuing. “I got a good real estate guy if ya lookin’ for somethin more kinda permanent.” 

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a motherfucker could use an embrace 

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via weheartit

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Fortunately, Aiden didn't even have a smart-assed reply to the rhetorical question. Instead he just frowned as he watched Nicki pluck his french bulldog up. Even if he wasn't big on dogs... The little guy did look awfully happy. He straightened himself up before he slipped past the other and out of the gate.

Dog parks were so.. pretentious.

Why? Because fucking rich people or something.

The arms dealer didn't linger on that though, slipping his hands into the pockets of his vest. He shrugged his shoulders, grunting noncommittally. He kept pace with Nicki as they headed down the street.

"S'fine." He replied shortly, pausing a moment before adding, "... How about you? Busy as usual I'm guessin'?"

If nothing else, working for Vengeance was profitable. Bone Daddy kept Aiden relatively busy, and the Australian found he preferred it that way. Much better than sitting on his hands grinding out a nine-to-five any day. Aiden had been asked (well, demanded) to get some very specific information on some very specific firearms. Reasonable, considering his place in Vengeance. A little less reasonable was delivering it to Nicki.

Now, Aiden didn’t have a problem with Nicki– he was just… An extroverted American, which usually meant chatting and comments about his accent. The short fuse he was, he was pretty conscientious of how he reacted to too much teasing. Still, they had to work together, so Aiden knew he would have to get the fuck over it.

So when he found Nicki at the dog park, he did his best not to pull a face as he was often wont to do. He moved to stand next to him, eyeing Cheesecake as he did so. Well, at least he was here on time.

“Afternoon.” Aiden spoke carefully, slightly mumbled as his green eyes lifted to the other. “Couldn’t have met somewhere less… Outside?”

Not that he really minded– it just made little sense to him.

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“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat

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more redraws pbbt 

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