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everyone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident

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//i checked and it was six years ago i was into hypmic god its been a while

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//fling posse could body toman

//sometimes i think about like. Multiple of the gang based media i like interacting at the same time and

Toman, at the beginning at least, controls Shibuya and my favourite gang in another thing controls Shibuya and I do think this little bitch could singlehandedly destroy everyone in Toman

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//sometimes i think about like. Multiple of the gang based media i like interacting at the same time and

Toman, at the beginning at least, controls Shibuya and my favourite gang in another thing controls Shibuya and I do think this little bitch could singlehandedly destroy everyone in Toman

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Being beneath Rindo like this sets his blood racing more than anything else.

Maybe it was because he really believed Rindo could kill him. As they'd grown up it had become rarer and rarer that Ran met anyone who could offer a real challenge but Rindo had grown with him in strength and ferocity. Or maybe it was just because they matched so perfectly in their mirrored bloodlust. Rindo wanted to inflict pain, and Ran wanted to feel it.

A look of real shock, tinged with panic, crossed Ran's face as his brother struck him in the throat. His whole body tensed and jerked, but there was nowhere for him to go, no way to pull away from Rindo. It had stolen his breath in an instant and he was left gasping for air - it was a pathetic sight.

He yelped - or tried to - when Rindo slammed into him with renewed fervor. The pleasure mixed with the pain so sweetly and all of him ached for, and because of, his dear brother. When Rindo bit him, he tipped his head to the side to bare his throat even more. Usually he could hide his bruises with his clothes but these would be harder... Maybe that was part of the point.

The mocking words only made his cock twitch. It was true he was more worked up than usual but that was Rindo's fault. Him and his fists...

His throat hurt badly and he was quite sure he wouldn't be able to speak with any ease. But this was his brother and he would want to hear the damage he'd caused so Ran whispered, painfully, as best he could.

"Ri--Rindo... You.. You're- Ah! - Perfect..."

He groaned when he managed to force the words out. He doubted his voice would return fully any time soon, likely it would be at least a few days... And they'd both know exactly why whenever he tried to speak.

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Ran had a theory.

He had noticed how intense, how hungry, his brother looked whenever he took his hair down. It probably wasn't Rindo's fault in the end, Ran rarely took his braids out for long except for when they were sharing their close intimacies. He even usually slept with them in - redoing them in the morning. It didn't take a genius to realise what Rindo subconsciously associated his loose hair with. But Ran theorised that Rindo hadn't realised the connection. And he was curious about what he could do with that knowledge. So he left his hair loose; wavy from the braids but otherwise untouched as he went about his day. He noticed his brother's glances but didn't indulge him. In fact, Ran did quite the opposite. He spent the hours lightly mocking his dear baby brother, insulting him and angering him. Never enough that Rin would find him frightening; tiny little needles throughout the day. He wanted to see if, when his brother snapped like an elastic pulled far too taut, if it would become as sexual as he hoped. And it seemed he was correct. Ran was crumpled against the wall, hair a mess. Strands were caught in blood that dripped from his nose, strands were caught in saliva that he had choked up beneath his brother's strong blows. He was shirtless and his stomach was a mix of his pale skin, the black ink of his tattoo, and red inflammation from where he had been pummeled. It hurt to breathe and he wondered if Rindo had broken one of his ribs - but even still he laughed. Because he had been right. Rindo slammed into him with such gorgeous savagery and Ran was sure he was bleeding from being less than prepared but that only added to it all. "Rindo, Rindo..." Ran gasped between his moans and laughter. "You're going to break me! Hit me again!" Forever demanding, forever selfish older brother. He was so lucky his Rindo was so perfect for him.

Ran only had himself to blame.

There was never a need for words, not when small elastic hair ties were yanked loose and his elder brother carded gloved fingers through thick, silken hair falling into loose waves from being plaited all day long. By Rindo's own surprisingly nimble fingers, no less.

For all of his strength, he hinged upon fine details with an almost exacting intensity- Which made him methodical and through whenever he willingly took care of Ran's styling in the morning.

Rindo still was a brute, all hard muscle that he obsessively maintained and sought to enhance further with strict, regimented training. He even monitored everything that he consumed and drank, turning down sharing certain items with his sibling simply due to the sugar content alone. Most tea houses allowed customers to choose between one-hundred percent sugar or zero- So, at least he could enjoy a fruit or milk tea without additional sucrose.

Normally, such a blatant signal that had been ingrained into their shared lifestyle wouldn't be used as bait like that, but Ran was always a cruel and mercurial- Chasing whatever would amuse him the most, whether it be bashing someone's kneecaps hard enough to shatter bone and crack patella, or party drugs taken at one of the numerous clubs they frequented. Rindo moonlighted as a disc jockey, which earned them access to all of the hottest sites in Roppongi, even beyond.

He almost wished they had some right now, having sex while rolling was arguably the best- It enhanced sensation and felt more intense than just using amphetamines, or whatever else they managed to score depending on who was there.

Rindo bared his teeth like an animal claiming it's territory, not liking the sound of Ran's laughter since it almost always was accompanied by something demeaning and invalidating, yet another joke made at his own expense.

He curls his dominant hand into a tight fist and slams his already bloody and raw knuckles straight down onto Ran's exposed throat- Enough to bruise, leave nasty marks, damage blood vessels with blunt force trauma. That actually lead to worse outcomes than penetrating injuries due to the deep tissue damage to complex structures and major zones that house cranial nerves and other important functions involving breathing, the spinal cord, and blood's access to the brain.

Ran looks amazing like this, blood streaking down the front of his face and glistening against his split lower lip like a smear of rouge. His milk-pale skin mottled with countless bruises in nearly every color of the spectrum- Mostly deep reds that were tinged with purple from blood vessels bursting open while trapped beneath countless layers of yet unbroken skin, sickly jaundiced yellow of older wounds fading deeper into an almost blueish, watercolor-like cluster of carelessly spattered trauma marks.

Rindo groans low in his throat, the sound of Ran audibly choking for air going straight to the base of his cock. His elder brother's struggling only makes his inner walls tighten around his erection on and off, adding more sensation to already overwhelming heat and pleasure coursing through him.

He suddenly grabs beneath Ran's knees to splay his thighs open further, but roughly shoves him up against the wall of their apartment, sliding forward on his knees to crowd his prey in with his body. Callused fingers slide down to harshly grip at Ran's ass, anchoring him with the almost strangling grip of his thicker arms, the power of Rindo's upper body strength and combined weight keeping Ran pinned in place like a newly caught specimen of glass-winged butterfly being mounted to it's display board. There’s a dull echo of pain in his joints as he keeps impaling Ran with his cock in a frantic and almost bestial rut, nail-marks and finger-shaped bruises stamping into and discoloring his beloved sibling's bare flesh.

His teeth sink into the join between Ran's neck and shoulder, Rindo heavily panting for air for a moment before worming his tongue into the bleeding indentations.

"Can't remember the last time you've been this worked up... Nii-san's always so fuckin' greedy, moaning for it like a cock-drunk whore, practically sucking me in like you can't let me go even for a second-" he growls through clenched incisors, biting down into Ran's already ravaged neck.

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//pov your name is inui and your kinda not really boyfriend breaks up with you and then twelve years later you see him looking like this and get so hard you pass out

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//Shin is babysitting

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//i love my matching awful sons

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//Anyway i make great character designs and thats what keeps me going, percieve my awful son

//gonna briefly bitch about something compeltely unrelated to anything lmao

one of my biggest hobbies is ttrpg and usually DnD - I'm a DM so I run 99.9% of games I play (i've probably played less than 10 sessions as a player). As a DM I know dnd quite well and also as a DM i'm desperate to play as a player

so a friend offered to run a game (after... abandoning the first game they tried to run for me and others after a session). A oneshot heist inspired by arcane and dishonoured setting vibes. And for oneshots, theyre usually less energy and usually predesigned/prewritten before players get involved. And I know this person is... a bit unreliable and difficult to communicate with so I consider this a 'design a basic character whos fun to play but you dont care if they never get used' type of thing (for context they pitched this in november last year to 'play soon' and im playing it next weekend, feb. honestly impressed its happening at all)

But all the info they give is. 'Arcane vibes heist.' they keep asking for a full backstory. There is no setting, they want to build the settings around our backstories. But how can I make a backstory if I know literally nothing about the game setting. I manage to make the most... adaptable could fit in literally any setting. i give that to them. i still dont know anything about the setting. i still dont know anything about the game or what the heist job is for or anything. they never tell me anything when i ask

out of nowhere they ask what type of heist archetype character me and my partner are making. ive never actually seen a heist movie; and also they did not ask us to align with archetypes. i just made a fucked up wizard. i made a dnd character, because we're playing dnd.

and the really funny thing is that i own a different ttrpg that i love with a prebuilt setting that would suit the arcane theme, that is built literally for doing heists and crime jobs, thats builds are based around archetypes and is meant for oneshots. its literally everything they want and its one of my favourite games but i wont be mentioning it because again, i already knew this was going to be a clusterfuck and i was emotionally checked out the second they pitched it

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imagine ffxvi sleipnir, ffvii rufus and arcane viktor fused into one asshole with gravity powers and thats my fuckass wizard

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//gonna briefly bitch about something compeltely unrelated to anything lmao

one of my biggest hobbies is ttrpg and usually DnD - I'm a DM so I run 99.9% of games I play (i've probably played less than 10 sessions as a player). As a DM I know dnd quite well and also as a DM i'm desperate to play as a player

so a friend offered to run a game (after... abandoning the first game they tried to run for me and others after a session). A oneshot heist inspired by arcane and dishonoured setting vibes. And for oneshots, theyre usually less energy and usually predesigned/prewritten before players get involved. And I know this person is... a bit unreliable and difficult to communicate with so I consider this a 'design a basic character whos fun to play but you dont care if they never get used' type of thing (for context they pitched this in november last year to 'play soon' and im playing it next weekend, feb. honestly impressed its happening at all)

But all the info they give is. 'Arcane vibes heist.' they keep asking for a full backstory. There is no setting, they want to build the settings around our backstories. But how can I make a backstory if I know literally nothing about the game setting. I manage to make the most... adaptable could fit in literally any setting. i give that to them. i still dont know anything about the setting. i still dont know anything about the game or what the heist job is for or anything. they never tell me anything when i ask

out of nowhere they ask what type of heist archetype character me and my partner are making. ive never actually seen a heist movie; and also they did not ask us to align with archetypes. i just made a fucked up wizard. i made a dnd character, because we're playing dnd.

and the really funny thing is that i own a different ttrpg that i love with a prebuilt setting that would suit the arcane theme, that is built literally for doing heists and crime jobs, thats builds are based around archetypes and is meant for oneshots. its literally everything they want and its one of my favourite games but i wont be mentioning it because again, i already knew this was going to be a clusterfuck and i was emotionally checked out the second they pitched it

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imagine ffxvi sleipnir, ffvii rufus and arcane viktor fused into one asshole with gravity powers and thats my fuckass wizard

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//i have so many three stars i love so much but also i want to strangle someone about how many pulls I've put in on the Inui/Koko/Taiju banner and how little Inuis Kokos and Taijus I've gotten from it

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//my Inui: i bet Koko wishes i was a girl

My koko: i wish i was a girl

//all of it boils down to - inui needs to call Koko a good girl in bed because he'll nut instantly but neither of them know that

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//all of it boils down to - inui needs to call Koko a good girl in bed because he'll nut instantly but neither of them know that

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//Trans thoughts,,,

Sanzu transitioned socially very early - it was something he was always very firm on; he is a boy. Takeomi might have originally had an issue with it but because Senju backed Sanzu up, Takeomi at least played along to his face. Its part of the reason that even though it was his surname he changed, he still prefers to exclusively go by Sanzu - Haru is a feminine name and it rubs him the wrong way.

During Toman he doesn't bind because his chest is very small and the uniforms hide any sense of figure (he goes completely bare under his uniform until Mucho convinces him to at least wear bandages in case his jacket ever comes open). By the time he's with Mucho he's become generally silent and everyone sees him as a pretty man. Mikey, Baji and Mucho know for sure as the two former knew him in childhood and Mucho just knows everything about him. He also connected with Mucho over samurai culture, which his own family has a history in, which is why he is comfortable growing his hair long; as long hair was perfectly masculine back then.

He transitions medically in his late teens and early 20s, its all black market stuff and less than reputable surgeons but he manages HRT, a complete hysterectomy and top surgery. He is generally undecided about bottom surgery. Being able to medically transition helps him to realise he isn't 100% a man. He never puts a label on his gender but he reconnects with some femininity; dying his hair pink and wearing nearly exclusively pinks and purples. By the 'present' of the Bonten timeline he is a completely genderfuck sort of person who is as confident going out in a skirt as in anything else.

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Tora doesn't get to start transitioning medically until his late 20s at the earliest. He has no access to anything during his incarceration and a lack of funds for a few years after as he tries to piece his life together.

He's always been able to be seen as a man, though. Everything about him is masculine presenting - the way he speaks, the way he holds himself, the clothes he wears. When he was younger he was the epitome of a delinquent and that was incredibly gender affirming to him.

Tora is nonbinary, but a lot of that mixes with his depersonalisation issues, and his dissociation. He often feels a lack of gender because he feels a lack of self and a lack of everything. Unknown to both of them, this is an experience he shares with Mikey.

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Mikey's gender is depression but he never really thinks about it.

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It was a joke but the more I think about how I'm depicting Koko i realise I'm depicting him as trans femme. (Its funny how i can have entirely different HCs for a character in canon vs how I write them. I dont think Koko is transfeminine but I do think my Koko is)

Koko is not aware of this. He throws himself entirely into what he thinks a 'man' should be because he feels inadequate. He focuses on femininity in everything, but can't quite grasp why.

Bonten Koko would have realised and ended up going by he/she and going on HRT but not much else. Other timeline Kokos don't transition, and he likely needs an external force to realise. He would need someone else's permission to allow himself to connect with his womanhood.

When it comes down to it, I would call him bigender - but because the femme side of him is one he doesnt touch on, it's the side he needs to embrace. He never stops being a man but he is also a woman.

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"You can wait outside if it's that terrible for you, Inupi. God forbid I try to put a positive spin on these damn meetings and follow it up with a night out with you." Koko groaned. Sometimes Inui was so stupid.

He paused by the door though when the blond tried to explain himself more and sighed softly. He shouldn't be surprised that it all came down to the things people said. How wonderful it was to be dogged by rumours in every aspect of his life... That it even followed his home, there was no escape of it.

He went back to Inui and grabbed his jaw, focusing his gaze into those blue green eyes.

"Do you really think I'm an idiot? Of course they're using me, Inupi. But they pay me for it. And Black Dragons is thriving because of that, just like you've always wanted. We have power and respect and a fearsome reputation." He spoke slowly, trying to drive the information into the other's thick skull.

"People can say what they want because all the ones saying that shit are nothing. I haven't fucked anyone for money, I haven't fucked anyone for connections but you know what? If it was the only way to help you with your damn dream maybe I would have considered it. But it isn't the only way, because I'm really fucking good at what I do."

He let go and sighed softly.

"Are you coming with me? Yes or no."

"Tch- You're telling me to 'sit back and shut up' while I have to sit around watching you give some sleazy has-been a verbal rimjob? That's not exactly what I thought you had in mind," Seishu counters, frowning in a manner that was about as close to a legitimate pout as he'd ever get.

"I don't mind if you and the Boss handle that stuff, since you both seem to enjoy the 4d chess game, or however you see it, but..." he trails off, looking frustrated with himself- For getting that petty, and for not explaining his knee-jerk reaction properly.

"Those scumbags are just using you, Koko. Even in juvie, there were random guys asking me about you... They said all kinds of fucked up shit, so I punched their teeth in. They had to eat nothin' but okayu for months afterward. It's not like I believe that stuff, but these rumors are coming from somebody. It doesn't bother you, at all?" he asks, looking up to search Hajime's expression.

It wasn't just the rumors, Inui was concerned that these trumped-up 'business partners' didn't actually respect Koko- Thus, they weren't respecting the Black Dragons. If they needed Taiju's presence to ensure these fuckers wouldn't try to overstep their bounds, that was a major issue.

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"I don't have a way with words, I just..." It was just that Izana inspired something in him. He was his everything and his one and only.

And then Izana gave his request and Kakucho froze. There was no response he could give that was correct. He couldn't live on without Izana, that was simply an impossibility. But then, how could he go directly against what was being asked of him?

When Izana died, if Kakucho wasn't killed alongside him then he fully intended to kill himself. All of this life of his was on borrowed time; he'd intended to kill himself before Izana gave him his purpose and when Izana ceased he would simply follow through with his original plan.

"I..." He couldn't manage to speak. "I can't, I..."

What was life without Izana? What was the point of living alone?

"Izana, I... I... Swear I will try. I will try, I will give it time. I'll look for someone worth it." That was the best he could do. He hated that he couldn't agree completely. But he was trying, at least.

They can't help but manage a soft smile in response.

"You're too damn tall, enough muscle to shame a pro wrestler, go around slugging street-level chinpira unconscious as 'training'... You're a delinquent, Kakucho- Having a certain way with words isn't part of the skillset."

There is no small part of them that wants to ask for help, but how could a 'King' show weakness before their subjects? That's the way it had always been... Emotions, kindness, attachment- They were merely ways that could be utilized by others as tools to harm, to force submission where there'd normally be no room to even consider that as an option. They'd learned that the hard way.

"Swear to me... One thing-" they request, possibly the first and only time they would be willing to do so. "Once I'm gone, I want you to live for yourself. I'll be face down in a river, or too far gone to even notice you're there, so I won't be able to protect you anymore. You can't waste time, energy, or tears on the dead- Remember? You're one of the good kinds of people out there, so you'd better find someone else and have a truckload of kids and make sure their happiness is the most important thing on your mind at all times. There's enough pain and misery in the world, so just... Swear that you'll do that for me."

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Tora has really bad PMDD and it mixes Badly with other mental health issues. Simply do not approach him when he is bleeding

Projects my endo onto Sanzu,,, really bad heavy painful periods and despite his otherwise wonderful pain tolerance he really suffers from it and hes pitiful and Mucho strokes his hair gently and helps soothe him. As soon as they get any power in the criminal world Sanzu gets a back ally hysto.