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Gwyndolin 🌑
#another loot from Japan#Gwyndolin#dark sun gwyndolin#dark souls#soulsborne#dark souls figure#fanart#personal#random#I was so happy I bought this figure!! 🌑#dark moon#video game figure#and yeah that's him in the bg without the crown! I just never ever gonna finish that art lol
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Kirishima's Mystique:Cat on the Prowl
Sometimes Kirishima had to wonder if it was a little much to ask for just one patrol in the twilight evening times to be just a bit more quiet? Oh he was all on board to ensure the safety of the public and all that but it’d be nice to have one night go smooth and peaceful as possible then head home to enjoy a little bit of R&R quality time with his two favourite girls in the world. But such was the life of a pro hero, one way or another especially when Murphy’s Law would come out of nowhere with a Diamond Cutter like the bitch it was. Case in point being his current situation.
Seemed someone had decided to break into a museum of all place and try to pilfer God only knows what was inside it. Given all the art work and artefacts inside that were worth anywhere between six figures to enough to have you set for life, on top of the security? Hey least it wasn’t some dumb ass protestor trying to make some moronic statement by glueing themselves to a painting and try to deface it but I digress. Back with our hardheaded red-head and what was going on with him at this very moment.
That being him currently pursuing the thief in question who was quite the slippery and tricky rascal to say the least they leapt across rooftops in manners that would make professional parkour artists green with envy. Pretty impressive given the no doubt heavy amount of loot they had to be carrying but he was nothing if not determined to see the perpetrator caught. From what could be gleamed of their appearance, they seemed to be a feline person or wearing feline themed suit of sorts, a literal cat burglar? Someone had quite a sense of humour to them.
After minutes of relentless pursuit he saw his elusiva quarry cease running no doubt assuming they'd lost any opposition as they parked on a flat rooftop up on a high rise, the sturdy himbo using his quirk to advantage. Clawed styled fingers piercing the solid concrete as he scaled and climbed up to find his target sitting atop a ventilation shaft duct, no doubt catching their breath and making a quick check and count of their loot. From what he could see of their backside, it was definitely a woman as he carefully made his way towards her to swiftly take her down and subdue her. A slight purr from her throat as she held up a diamond between her fingers, catching his reflection in it as she dropped it back into her bag of stolen goods and stood up turning around to face him.
Suffice to say Kirishima was momentarily stunned to find this literal cat burglar was none other than Selina Kyle, THE one and only infamous CatWoman of Gotham herself. Her toned curvy figure contained within and highlighted by a skintight black and leather latex ensemble that Midnight herself would approve of very much. The sensual mature thief grinning like well, a cat that found herself a little mouse to play as she took her zipper at the top of her collar and slid it down oh so, very slowly. Inches of rich smooth caramel tanned skin and cleavage and a smooth set of abdominals revealed as the front of her outfit became undone and exposed right before his crimson eyes as she sensually licked her lips and reached in with take out her trademark whip.
Catwoman:”Well well, figures I’d run into one of the locals, can’t expect to to anywhere in Japan and not meet a cape and mask type when prowling. Especially a cute slab of meat like you….”*Sensually licking her lips as she began her infamous teasing and flirting routine, wrapping her whip around herself like it was a feather boa. Sensually purring as she radiated a sexual charisma and charm on par with Midnight herself as she eyed Kirishima with a hunger and thirst. She had to say compared to a certain pointy eared on and off gentleman of hers back stateside, the Red Riot wasn’t half bad. Taking delight in the awkwardness he was no doubt feeling at such attention and interest from a mature older woman like herself.* “Come on now handsome, mind looking the other way and letting me walk off with my gains? I’ll make it worth your while…”
Kirishima*Shakes his head to regain focus as he looked at the literal cat burglar with determination, sure she was a tease but he was used to such saucy flirting given his experience especially with a pair of girlfriends like Mina and Maya. He would not be swayed by her admittedly stunning good looks and pornographic body, no sir!!* “can’t do that ma’am, I got take you in or at least take back what you stole!! Now we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way…and we both know it’s obvious you’re going for the hard way!!” *indeed Selina flashed a coy smile as she began lashing out some strikes on the air and ground, making clear that if that’s the way it was to be? Hard way it was as he activated his quirk, the young future pro and infamous thief moved in to clash.*
Selina of course had hoped it would be easy but seems tonight wasn’t her lucky night, pouting adorably as she found herself pinned back flat on the ground. Her whip a few feet from her grasp along with her belt for her tools and equipment as Kirishima had her in her clutches. Just her luck that she had encounter a guy with strength and durability on par with Killer Croc but she had to say, up close like this? Not only was he a looker but god damn those muscles, she coild grind cheese in those abs….it was making her feel turned on.
Selina:*Deciding to play an ace up her sleeve as she began flashing the pull eyes or rsther the kitty eyes, with the pout to match.* “Awww come on tough guy, it’s my first time and offence here in Japan, how about you let me go and you take the loot? Better yet you let me keep half? I’ll make it worth your while….”*She knew it was a long shot but honestly he was rather hoping for something else besides bribing this guy, not that he seemed the type for it, virtue was as distinct as this guy’s gym body. If anything she was going for a nice bit of erotic action, it’d been quite a long dry spell for her to a degree that toys and her own fingers wouldn’t cut it. And she always was a sucker for angelfaces with the musculature of Greek gods.*
Kirishima:*Slight blush on his face aside, he was handling Selina’s flirting and persuasion well as can be.*”Can’t do that ma’am, just wouldn’t sit right with me….”*Selina couldn’t help but feel a giddy tingle with anticipation, the moral compass boyscouts were always a turn on for her. A sensual smile on her face as she found those blood red eyes of his unable to look away from her still exposed torso from having unzipped her suit. Her tits inches away from slipping out to expose themselves as she sensually licked her lips sensing he was getting as turned on as she was, seems her boy scout had a thing for girls like herself, oh if she only knew how right she was.*
Sensing opportunity presenting itself, the seductive thief managed to move her legs out from under him to wrap around them around his waist. Pulling him in close as she freed her arms from his grasp to wrap them around his shoulders and press her lips to his as she ambushed him with a passionate, tongue fuelled French kiss. Taking advantage of his sudden shock and surprise to roll around so that she now laid atop him, straddling his wait as she deepened her liplock. Soon breaking for air with strands of saliva between them as she sat up, looking at him with a sensual gaze as she landed softly, shuddering with delight at the look in his eyes as she began to peel off her suit.
Her luscious, firm tits now flashed before his eyes in all their naked glory as she pried her upper torso out of thst skintight leather and latex, skin glistening with sweat. The feline themed crook caressing his muscles as she traced and memorised those firm cut abs and pecs, oohing and aweing with delight as her ass felt a very distinct bulge bumping against it, seemed this himbo had the package to go along with that physique. Shifting and adjusting her position as she trapped his head between her thighs, she may not have been Mina or Maya or even Mirko but she definitely had some good ones on her as she parked her booty on his face. While she found herself before his crotch, undoing the belt and fly as she was eager to play with the treasure contained within.
But to say she was shocked and surprised was an understatement as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at seeing that exposed erect slab of manhood before her. The absolute length and girth before her leaving the sexy thief at a rare loss for words, switches in her brain being flipped as she found herself grasping and squeezing that cock. Like some primal instincts reached out to her inner feline telling her to go all in on going all the way with this absolute unit of an alpha male as she commenced with performing fellation. Licking and sucking on that cock as inches of his meat filled her mouth, giving her an oral preview of what awaited her pussy.
Speaking of which, Kirishima had figured the con-woman was trying to play him for a sap, using her feminine wiles on what she figured to be some naive cherry virgin boy. As he grasped that leather and latex clad booty, teeth latching onto the fly of her outfit's zipper to bring down lower. Exposing her slit and anal pucker before him as Selina widened her jade green cat-like eyes at suddenly feeling the sturdy himbo return fire with a little oral assault of his own. And she had to say, he sure as hell knew how to eat a pussy out!!
Now Selina was no stranger to sex, mind you and she'd been with her share of men and women alike. But she never imagined she'd find the tables turned on her like this and she had to say, she was liking it a lot!! After an intense, sloppy 69 session, it wasn't long before they were both naked, the seductive tease of a thief's cowl, goggles and boots all she had still on her as she found herself taking it doggy or rather kitty style as this young buck of a man mountain fucked her deep and hard. Arms and legs shaky as her jiggling, slutty ass stuck in the air, shaking with every impact of that shaft and those heavy balls smacking her clit before she found herself flat on the floor as he plowed her prone bone.
It wasn't often the infamous Catwoman found herself dominated sexually but Kirishima was showing himself to be quite a young man full of surprises. The rooftop aloud with the echoes of skin slapping sex and cries of passion and ecstasy as orgasms rocked her world one after another. And did he have stamina to spare, to say nothing of his little quirk trick and could he be assertive and abrasive!! It was a turn-on, that was for sure.
But of course the difference in momentum and skill of course wound up being in Kirishima's favour, as he held Selina's luscious hips while she bounced and rode on his cock cowgirl style, her tits bouncing hypnotically as her usually coy face wore an expression that made it clear her brain was numb with pleasure. Before she went limp as a ragdoll as she and the sturdy chivalrous himbo came together simultaneously, a baker's dozen worth of hot, white baby batter pumping and flooding into her womb. The feline afficianado gently laid down on the cool, smooth rooftop surface, a well fucked and satisfied smile on her face and a belly full of cum as Kirishima decided to call this erotic duel a draw. Taking back and returning her stolen goods, after getting his clothes back on of course while maybe hoping the authorities would find her here and secure her arrest..and maybe maintain her dignity.
Of course the tricky thief managed to elude capture but opted to lay low of course until any heat died down. Not that she minded of course, after a lay like that. Now she had herself a new hobby and boytoy to play with, as Kirishima somehow found his phone getting an unknown number sending him a few lewd texts and pictures not long after that hot rooftop encounter evening. Among them being a nude pic from Selina showing off her dumptruck ass while wearing little more than cat ears, jewellery and some thigh high boots.
Not to mention for some reason, the Catwoman always left a date, time and place, as if leaving hints for when and where she might strike next and where he could find her for a rematch. Naturally Mina and Maya found out and oooh was their teasing and flirting relentless especially when they insisted on wanting to help him out with "dealing" with that hot piece of kitty ass. Yeah once again Kirishima really wondered what it would take to just have a normal, peaceful patrol that didn't wind up with him somehow getting a female crook sexually addicted to him. Then again it wasn't always so bad.....right?
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Marechi!
[𝙐𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨! 𝙓 [𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!]
Part 1 ☆
WARNINGS!; future parts will contain Nsfw content!!
This part contains
- Blood
- Violence
- Self Harm [unintentionally ]
Want:
/𝘸ä𝘯𝘵,𝘸ô𝘯𝘵/
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨); 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳.
⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝
強くて美しい
It was cold.
The blanket you had did not provide much warmth in the freezing temperatures. If you were to die here you would have no one else to blame but yourself- you should've known traveling this far from home would be dangerous, but the promise of a cash reward kept you blind-sighted.
The group you traveled with had called themselves the 'je te l'avais'. They came upon the docs of Nanets boasting about the "créature inquiétante du Japon"
[disturbing creature from Japan]
and promised a hefty cash reward for whoever helped them capture and find it. They said the creature was found in the waters of Japanese shores and would pull people under if they dare come through. The sarcastic tone the group used to boast about the commission piqued your interest making it seem as though it weren't true.
They seemed happier to receive gold than to believe such fictitious monsters existed- So you bought in. You were the last one needed in the party to carry out said commission, no more than a party boat was allowed to attend- either out of fear or greediness to keep their coin.
The boat approached the shore, and they bought a room to rest whilst they stayed in such a foreign place. It was 4 men and 4 women to keep the party equal, the entire sail they would not take what you said into consideration which already -irked you. The only reason you were still on the trip was for the gold, living in France may have been easier than the Americas for someone like you, but you were still largely hated by people you had know bearing with - so getting a job became harder.
After your mother had passed away you were left with debt- paid off with most of the furniture and jewelry she had left behind. You didn't want the house to be taken as well so you took it upon yourself to find any way to make money, you strongly refused to sell yourself to any of the bastard men here so you had to take on harder jobs than what the ladder provided.
'CHO-!"
Snot was now the warmest thing on your body funnily enough.
The feeling in your hands lessen by the second as the snow increased, the party had led you out here in the forest just to be murdered leaving you behind. Even to the end when you commented that they should head back because "they were losing sunlight" they ignored you- and when it seemed like they finally listened and started to head back they were attacked. Someone's head came clean off fresh sprays getting across a woman's face.
Another Woman seemingly flew into the air.
2 men were ripped apart and the last remaining few ran off their cries of "HELP!" being distant please before they too were cut off.
You were sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the group before, and now it had to be even worse. Stricken with fear you couldn't move, hyperventilating being your only call of fear. When you finally had the courage to move everyone was dead, no idea how it happened you tried to pull through. Looting their bodies for food and other small items it would be easy to carry you started to head back silently- but the snow started to pick up leaving you lost.
Once warm blood-soaked parts of your skin as you tried to make yourself warmer. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry in fear of dehydration as you heaved in place of a sob.
Why were you the only one left?
Why couldn't whatever "créature inquiétante" that ate them eat you?
Whatever the afterlife holds, if your mom were there would she laugh at you for such an unfulfilling and pitiful death? You couldn't even call yourself a coward because when you faced the threat you didn't cower frozen on the spot.
Placing one purple hand on the rock you were laying on you shouted ripping your dry lips.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!- I WANT TO LIVE- I want to live my life the way My mother wished!" you coughed watching blood fall from your cracked lips. Standing up on frozen shaky legs you got 2 steps ahead before falling on your face the feeling gone from both feet.
The last thing you remember before your vision finally blurred out was black pants squatting down toward you, you couldn't see what he was doing before you grabbed onto his pants leg and heaved out your final.
"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦"
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𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴; is a City in France
'Je te l'avais; Means "I told you-"
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Authors note: Dammmmn I've gotta learn NOT to write on docs the whole time. It doesn't convert my italicized font so the italicized font looks super silly right now😭
-super short future parts will be longer no worries
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Do you do AUs? If you do, may I request Jotaro x fem!reader where he is a mafia boss? 💖💖💖
Oh anon, I absolutely love writing AUs, they're actually my specialty ^^ So I had a nice time writing this one for you. Everyone say thank you to anon for the request~ Granted, mafia aus are the fics I'm not too well-versed with, but I did my best! Hope you and the others enjoy it!💖
Lowlife Princess - Jotaro x Reader
word count: 9.9k+
3 minuscule clangs echoed throughout the darkened ballroom, followed by the screams of pain.
How unfortunate was it to think that this space used to harbor so much events may it be a drinking fest to drown the glutinous, a town hall meeting to indulge the corrupt, hell maybe even an orgy to satisfy the lustful.
Though with a couple of crimson smeared on the walls, unhinged doors cast aside useless on the floor, ruined furniture rid of their contents, and shattered glass from tall windows, the once grandeur of the hall has now been reduced to a decrepit room for slaughter.
All because the greedy politician couldn’t pay his debt.
Within the four corners, men in tailored suits stood by with an assortment of weaponry in their hands- a barbed bat, bladed steel, warm-tipped guns, etc. They remained still and stood to block every path of escape, watching their leader circle around his victim with a simple revolver in hand.
Around him, countless bodies of his guards lay motionless. All done by his hands. Red filled the spaces unoccupied by their corpses. His family was left unharmed but kept under close surveillance in case they try to flee and report.
And of the old coot? He’s bound to the singular chair in the middle of the room, stripped down to his sweat-soaked undershirt and piss stained boxers. 2 bullet wounds punctured his thighs, one each, bleeding profusely down his legs, while the last blew his right ear right off.
With the man stopping before him, the politician whimpered. “I-I swear the money was on its way 2 days ago! You can check my messages for proo-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your messages,” the boss gritted out, gripping the chair’s arms to lean forward with a deathly glare. “You owe us a shitload of funds and this is the third time you haven’t paid what’s due.”
This was also him being extra generous mostly due to this guy’s history with his family, but at the first sign of noncompliance, he won’t be tracing his roots just to spare one influential man. There are many other fishes in the sea after all.
He eyed the darkening skies outside the window and clicked his tongue. “It’s getting late. Might as well loot all your possessions and hack into your accounts to find my severance pay.” At the snap of his fingers, 4 of his men bowed and got to work in an instant.
With a cock of his head, another brandished a knife to slice the ropes off of the quivering politician. The adult immediately planted his face on the cold floor in a full bow, still whimpering. “T-Take all that I have! Just p-please let me go! I’ll find more ways to pay you more!”
The leader pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his blood-tipped gun, not looking at him. “I already let you go.”
A sliver of hope grew on his pathetic face. “Does that mean you’ll spare me?”
“No.”
Another bang echoed within the spacious area and the politician dropped to the ground with the others, a bullet lodged through his forehead.
He spared no more time watching his corpse rot on the floor and turned on his heels with the swish of his long coat. His men stood aside as he crossed through the door frame. “Report to me the details of the ‘transactions’ at my office. Understood?”
“Yes sir!”
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Jotaro Kujo was what one would describe as “ruthless yet reasonable”.
Being the 3rd patriarch of his family bloodline at the age of 28, he was a smart figure with a penchant for methodical violence. He had a lot responsibilities managing the Sangyosei, one of Japan’s most dangerous yakuza clans, infamous for its reputation of gaining followers through material benefit and killing traitors with prolonged torture.
It wasn’t hard but the fact that the 1st patriarch, Jonathan, established the Joestar mafia lineage in Europe and the 2nd, Joseph, in North America, it made the whole structuring a whole hierarchy from the ground up a hassle to deal with.
But it took him a couple months of proving what he’s capable of to his lackeys and enemies, until the Japanese mafia has solidified its place with its current reputation.
And while power felt good to many, he would thrive in it if he didn’t have to deal with … other matters. Paperwork. Interviews. Secret meetings. Training. Dealing with backstabbers.
Jotaro needed a break once in a while. Good grief.
He stepped out of his car, unbothered by the amount of blood painted on his long black coat, and walked through the clan headquarters' main entrance, followed by his men behind him. “Good day, sir.” Two maids bowed upon entry.
“Kakyoin, any updates on the tasks I told about earlier?” Jotaro paid no attention to the ladies’ greetings, instead shrugging off his coat to dump into their arms for wash. “I’m expecting an increase of numbers.”
A man with red curled hair decked in a sharply-pressed olive green suit stepped aside from the line of soldiers, a tablet in hand displaying the needed information. “Yes sir. Accordingly, I’ve received reports from Polnareff that whatever Takahashi had in his possessions, they managed to sack everything valuable he had in his manor and wired all his saved money into your account.”
He handed over the device into the boss’ hand as the two reached the top of stairs where his office situated. Jotaro flicked through the images of accessories and priceless décor and read the success notification of money transferred. “And the clean-up?”
“Avdol already ordered them to get rid of the bodies,” Kakyoin said as he opened the door for the raven-haired to enter. Behind them, two stationary guards stood by to shut them close.
And behind shut doors, Jotaro could finally let that menacing mask off his face for once and slump onto his chair, hanging up his hat on the nearby rack beside him. “This is the 5th time someone hasn’t met deadlines. Why do I still bother offering at this point…”
“Well, you could either say it was due to Ms. Holly’s influence on you or your great grandfather’s values,” Kakyoin said.
The boss pinched the bridge of his nose with the hints of a headache coming any minute. “Damn their persevering good will. Makes me wonder why Jonathan started a business this shady in the first place.”
“Hey boss! We’re back!”
The doors burst open to welcome a silver-haired Frenchman with the indigo suit and upbeat personality, and a dark-skinned man beside him who received all the embarrassment for his companion with his persimmon robes. “Polnareff, what did I say about keeping the noise down?”
“Ah come on, it’s just us here. Let loose for a bit.”
Aside from his numerous men working for him, Jotaro kept a close circle of guards around him, those who had better skills and attributes than the rest. Kakyoin, the one who offered his services in exchange for protection from the Kyuketsuki clan, was the one responsible directing his orders to the others and the one who obtains details about almost everything.
Polnareff and Avdol were both transferred from the American branch under the instructions of Joseph Joestar. Those two shared the same role of leading selected groups of men to do Jotaro’s bidding.
Years of working together had granted these 3 adults privilege to be informal with their leader and the latter to be more lenient towards them. However, they all knew very well not too take his generosity for granted.
“Well… what’s next on the itinerary boss?” Pol asked, reaching into his suit to pull out a lighter for a smoke. With his cigarette lit, he tossed the silver item into Jotaro’s waiting hand.
“Imports from Italy are scheduled to arrive at the docks tomorrow dawn.” He brought the small flame to the tip of his cigarette and flicked the lid close with a tiny clang. Blowing out a puff of smoke, he continued. “But I’ve also heard that bastard’s planning a raid to get rid of the stationed guards and loot all the guns from their crates.”
“Should we inform them of the attack?” Avdol spoke out.
“No need. I already phoned the captain of the ship to change the time of arrival from dawn to late evening. Those who were standing by have already received the new schedule and to prepare themselves in the probable case Brando’s lackeys do proceed with the raid.” The leader said, eyeing the map and other paperwork on his desk.
“And the cops?”
“Sent representatives to deal with them. If they do what they’re told accordingly, then we’re in the clear.”
All three nodded. “How about you,” Kakyoin said. “Are you coming with us to inspect the imports?”
Jotaro huffed and pressed the cigarette butt against the image of a blond man smirking at him through the photo.
The cool surface of his revolver grew prominent as he said with a sneer. “Wouldn’t miss an opportunity to take him down along with his bloodthirsty crew.”
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It was 11:30 in the evening and Jotaro walked through the alleyways leading to the docks with his men trailing behind him.
Prior to his departure from headquarters, he asked for any details if any sudden appearances transpired between 5 to 6 in the morning. Reports told him that several men did arrive fully armed with weapons, bearing the fang and blood tattoos on their skin.
And they were dispatched of at first sight.
Throughout the rest of the day, the raven-haired’s guards continued to monitor the area with sharp eyes, just in case the bastard tried to sneak another raid in an attempt to claim territory. He had another group of guards keeping an eye on nearby windows just in case someone dared to take him out in the clear.
But he arrived at the place the same time the ship delivered his goods with the captain and his crew members lowering the last of them onto the pavement. Around him, his men dispersed to secure the area and stood guard while their leader approached further.
The nearby street light allowed him to glance down and notice the visible red smears still on the wood panels below him and on those surrounding the landing docks. There’s the confirmation.
Though as he was about to move past the two buildings, Avdol spoke behind him. “Boss, you should stay hidden for now. Just so you wouldn’t feel too exposed.”
Jotaro regarded him for a split second and gave one nod. “Open them then but I still plan to have a personal talk to the captain after they load the goods.”
“We’ll just inform about your request to see him. Where shall the meeting take place?” Kakyoin said.
“Bring him to the nearest room here. Clear the area and make sure no one is around. I’d rather meet back at HQ but I know the captain has a tight schedule to follow.”
No further questions were asked and together with his two other personal guards, the red-haired turned to his tablet and went off around the corner.
Jotaro watched Polnareff and Avdol order people to open the crates, and felt satisfaction fill him as soon as he saw the items lifted from the sea of white Styrofoam- Beretta PM12 and MAC-10 sub-machine guns, Beretta 92 and Staccato CS handguns, numerous batches of ammunition, combat knives, bulletproof vests, and a couple of expensive wines and pasta as courtesy from Giorno Giovanna, Passione’s mafia boss- a subset branch of the Joestar business that Jotaro made connections with beforehand.
He shoved a hand into his pant pocket and had the other reach for his phone, informing his assistant to make sure the transaction wired to the young blond end up in success.
Though as he finished with the call, a commotion occurred in the direction of where he came from. He turned to see what caused the ruckus and stepped one foot back at the pack of rats worming around him.
Tiny scattering footsteps grew into regular human footsteps, echoing louder as it drew close. Jotaro reached for his revolver in an instant-
Only for a woman to jump out of the shadows in a panic and grab him with no ounce of decency, hiding behind him. “Help! Help me please!” The fuck? Informing his men of the intruder should be done by now, but she continued to point into the alleyway. “Some thugs are chasing me down! Hide me please!”
On cue, a couple more footsteps could be heard from a distance alongside the audible squabbling of men stating that they heard someone run here. Jotaro kept a firm stance and fixed his attention to the growing noise until a mob of 15 men came barging in with flushed faces and rabid mouths.
He gave one quick scan down their body to find the semblance of some tattoos belonging to a clan only to find none. The leader cocked his head. Just a bunch of predators I see.
One of them walked in front with a bottle of sake in hand with a hiccup. “Oi… you there… I think you should give her to us.”
“Why should I?”
The drunk laughed, turning to his fellow drunkards. “Would you look at this punk?” He spat on the ground. “You gonna regret denying us-”
“Take one step forward and you’ll be the one regretting.” The guy gave one last chuckle and put one foot forward-
Bang.
The sound rang throughout the alley, followed by the dull thud of his body collapsing onto the ground with a bullet wound in his head. Behind him, the woman yelped as she covered her ears from the sudden shot. The remaining mob staggered back in shock.
As if he wasn’t stupid enough, two more of them ran to the yakuza leader’s direction in a blind fit of rage, only for them to meet the same fate as the first with two more blasts of his revolver.
The rest of them cowered at the sight of their fallen brethren and froze on the spot. Behind Jotaro, his own men came running in at the sound of gunfire, and the rushing footsteps were enough for the mob to make a run for it. “Gun them down. All of them and make sure no one escapes.”
No response was needed as Polnareff charged into the shadows with his line of men, while Avdol and Kakyoin remained by their leader’s side.
“You…”
He grabbed the lady’s wrist and kept her securely in his grasp. “You’re coming with us to HQ to sort this little ‘mess’ you brought in today.”
She said nothing but offered him furrowed brows and a scowl in exchange.
“Kakyoin, have the captain wait for one of my calls and tell Polnareff to return as soon as they’re dealt with. And Avdol, secure the imports and bring them to base as soon as possible.”
“I have… other matters to deal with right now.”
Just as they retreated back into the shadows, the resounding gunshots echoed through the night.
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“Why am I dragged into this?” she said as she stood in the middle of the room, constantly glancing at the men watching her. “I’m the one being chased down yet somehow I’m also guilty enough to be here?”
“You’re here because you trespassed into yakuza territory and grabbed me unceremoniously that would have ended you dead like your chasers,” Jotaro said in return, leaning against his chair. “Consider yourself lucky that I left you alive.��
“Okay fine! I get it was rude for me to just throw myself to you out of nowhere and I’m thankful that you didn’t shoot me immediately,” she rambled on but the leader merely cocked a disinterested brow. “I’ll stop talking then. What do you want? Why did you bring me here in the first place?”
“Bold words for someone trapped in a lion’s den,” Pol spoke up, chuckling.
To which the woman averted her gaze to him with intentional judgment. “First time? What are you gonna do? Shoot me?” The Frenchman spluttered and reached for his gun, only for Avdol to stop him with a visible ‘what are you doing’ look to his face.
“Let’s start things of with some basic details about yourself. Start with your name-”
“Now why the hell would why-”
Multiple guns pointed to her, causing her to shut up with arms up in the air. “Your name, age, and occupation.”
Jotaro heard the lady mumble to herself before heaving a sigh and answering his query. “Y/N. 27. Investigator. You can check my pockets for my ID or badge or whatever.”
Avdol did what she said and found her identification card and badge, both having her in the pictures clear as day. “An informant and detective..,” the Egyptian muttered. “Boss, if we consider her occupation and… distasteful behavior, this could spell trouble for us in the long run.”
“Distasteful?!”
“I hear you Avdol, though with the information learned, we might be able to benefit from it as well.” The raven-haired turned to the woman as he poured himself a glass of imported whiskey. “I presume you’re smart enough to know that by having one yakuza clan save you from those drunks, you’re indebted to us.”
A rebuttal wanted to leave her mouth but with a swallow, she nodded. “Should’ve expected it.”
“You have two choices,” the clan leader presented a wad of bills and a pistol on his desk. “You pay us about 1 000 000 yen for our job and for you to shut up about this whole ordeal-”
“What?! But I don’t have that much mon-”
“Or,” Jotaro held up a hand, not finished with his sentence. “Offer your services to the Sangyosei Clan.”
All three of his personal men turned to him with surprise. Even Y/N widened her eyes at the choice of words. “B-Boss what?”
“Couldn’t we at least just make her one of our eyes in the city?” Kakyoin butted in. “We’ll just make sure she doesn’t end up spilling intel about the underground.”
“It won’t be permanent,” he said in return. “Only for a year or for how long I deem it to be.”
“Does she even know how to fight? Our job isn’t exactly a walk in the park.” Polnareff added to the cherry-haired’s concerns.
“That’s for us to see.” Jotaro snapped his fingers, prompting the attention of everyone in the room. “With the exception of my personal guards, I order for every man in this room to attack her. No guns or blades.”
The lady was appalled at the sudden decision and took in all 6 suited men with their fists up, ready to charge. She made sure to turn to the boss and cocked her head, tonguing the inside of her cheek. “Asshole.”
Admittedly, he didn’t know what to expect but he was curious on how developed she was in terms of combat. At the first advance of a guard, Y/N stepped to the side and elbowed the guy in the ribs, before dodging another incoming punch aimed for her face.
In return, she returned the favor and swept a kick on his knees, toppling him down. On her feet again, she lunged forward to the next guard, grabbed his arm, and twisted around, eliciting a yell from the man. Planting her foot on his back, she launched the guard onto the other one, knocking them both down.
With nimble feet and quick reflexes, she evaded the swings the remaining men had for her. Though, at an opening, Y/N ducked through them and landed a direct chop to one guard’s nape, dodging the last one’s last attempt at a jab. With his momentum lost, she returned the punch with one of her own, delivering a blow straight to his face.
To her luck, she was near the boss’s desk and with no hesitation, went for the pistol and aimed the gun at Jotaro.
“Boss!”
But the raven-haired only smirked, watching as Y/N tried to pull the trigger only for nothing but a dull click to come out. “Impressive. You’ve indeed excelled in your combat training for you to handle 6 grown men with no weapon… aside from reaching the fake model to shoot me with.”
“How’d you-”
“Quick look into your online profile and messages addressed to martial art trainers both new and old will do wonders in providing me information. Combined with your fearless attitude and your chosen career path, one could put two and two together.”
In a flash, Y/N yelped as he swiped the fake gun off her hand in a second, and pointed his revolver to her in the next. “Makes me wonder why you couldn’t fend off the bastards in the alleyways.”
“They were more than double of the men you have in this room, most armed with something. Even I have my limits boss-nim,” she scowled.
Jotaro huffed and gestured for Polnareff and Avdol to move. “Take her to her quarters. I’ll have my men fetch your essentials from your residence and you can start training tomorrow.”
Y/N clicked her tongue with irritation, but allowed the two guards to bring her to the ordered location. At their exit, he exhaled one long sigh, removing his hat to run his fingers through his black curls.
“I hope you know what you’re doing…” Kakyoin muttered quietly.
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What was promised to be a year or two turned to five.
And the next thing Jotaro knew was that Y/N rose in ranks, earning her a spot in his close circle of guards alongside the three men.
She was his right hand man.
And in an unexpected turn of events, he had strange fondness for her.
He could still remember how she performed during her first few weeks at headquarters despite her initial wish of just wanting to get out of her unfortunate situation. The leader had watched her sessions and monitored her performances.
He had to give it to this lady- she knew her way with weaponry as she was with physical combat.
She had near to perfect aim whenever she shot with the gun of her choice, had prowess in handling knives around their test dummies, and had able to withstand daily endurance tests that checked how good her stamina was.
With further research, Jotaro found out that you were an honors graduate at a police university that just so happened to have a club centered around martial arts. He double checked the images depicting her in the institute’s uniforms, scanned several lists she was in.
In every single one, she was there and he didn’t have to search further when her name would often be among the top students.
No wonder Y/N had no issues talking with criminals at their home base.
As days passed and she was given her own set of suits post training period, she was allowed in fulfilling assignments and thus followed orders from either Polnareff and Avdol to made sure whatever was asked was done, may it be to keep watch on a specified target, gun down non-compliant debtors, or secure an important object from a neighboring prefecture.
In the process, Y/N managed to be close friends with the two group leaders and his assistant:
“Hey you know, you’re not that bad as I initially thought.” Polnareff laughed, patting Y/N’s back.
“Really? But I do recall you wanting to shoot me when I was extra bratty that day…”
“Well who wouldn’t? Besides, you’re cool now. You do your job as a goon pretty well!”
She scoffed with a smile and a glass of alcohol in hand. They did come from a new mission to kill a new target and now they’re here in a small pub with blood splattered clothes. “Now that I think of it, I’d be annoyed by myself too, but… you’re right. After all, I do my job the best to my capabilities. Whatever it is.”
“To that I give my cheers to.”
“Is everything secured?”
“Hm, with Group A having returned fully loaded from floors 3 and 4 and Group B having cleared ground and 2nd floor and have helped with the other men, then I’d consider this a successful raid.”
Avdol smiled to himself, contented with a cleared task. “Though I have to say, it’s quite surprising that the Viper gang had several meditation books kept in one of the shelves.”
“And you’re saying this why?”
“Well, outside the bloodshed stress that I found myself in, I’d take most of my free time meditating in my room.”
“A zen person I see,” Y/N chuckled. “I figured you’d be one to let out some pent-up hassle through relaxing means.”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “I doubt our job won’t get any easier so Avdol-san,” you brought up one of the gang’s meditation books for the dark-skinned man to see. “Mind teaching me some of these relaxing methods you’ve mastered?”
With the rest of Jotaro’s men now heading back, the red-haired had stalled for a moment in the area of the interview to record the details of the events, making him more vulnerable to potential-
“Kakyoin!”
He turned around in shock at the sudden ambush of enemies heading straight for him. Though the guy had his gun prepared, he wouldn’t last too long. He pocketed his tablet in an instant and shot a couple of men down.
Y/N made the risk of running back into the fray to pull Kakyoin out of the line of fire. However, in the process of doing so, two bullets grazed her thigh and bicep, causing her to grunt in pain. “Shit! What the hell were you doing just standing there, you idiot?!”
Still on the run and frantic, the assistant reached for his phone to call for the men to return immediately, emphasizing the injury of his companion.
They ducked into the many lines of trees and hid themselves in a small cave hidden underneath moss-covered rocks and shrubs. “If your call did make it through and we keep quiet here, then we’ll make it out here alive.”
“Why’d you save me? You were already out of danger’s reach.”
She stared at him, stunned as if he spoke a different language. “Are you kidding? Don’t you know how mafia rules work? And I’m saying this as someone who’s newer to the clan.” She rose an arm to swat him, but forgot about her wound that she hissed in pain. “No one leaves brethren behind.”
Kakyoin pulled out a handkerchief to temporarily bandage the wounded spot. Y/N offered her own to deal with the one on her thigh. Just then, he let out a silent chuckle and she stared at him with confusion. “You’re right. I get too invested in my job too much that I tend to forget the most common of senses.”
She rolled her eyes with a disbelieving smile. “You sir are indeed an idiot.”
Beyond their small hideout, multiple rounds of gunfire rang throughout the forest together with the panicked screams of the attackers. “You’re gonna tell this to the boss, aren’t you?”
His acquaintance leaned on her good arm and responded with a cheeky smile.
Naturally, months of working together would eventually lead the once-hostile investigator to befriend his tightly-knit circle through violent yet worthwhile experiences. But Jotaro had also expected that organic growth of kinship to extend farther, stretching from his three personal guards to him directly.
Her ability to quickly adapt in any environment and headstrong personality were two factors that could penetrate through the Sangyosei leader’s intimidating aura. That was one thing… her providing insightful strategies and actively hanging out with him knowing he’s one of the country’s dangerous underground leaders were another.
And Jotaro, for the first time in his clan leader life, didn’t know how to respond to the woman’s clever approaches except with appalled intrigue.
“And if we turn to this side of the Hokkaido prefecture, there’s a gap here that will allow us entry to the Lotus gang’s hideout, and if we’re lucky, we’ll get some intel about the Kyuketsuki and their true motives.”
“But I see a slight problem in the plan and it has to do with the crowds we’re dealing with,” she said as she showed Jotaro the printed images of several people bearing lotus and/or blood-fang tattoos, standing guard or in the motion of surveying the area.
“These just came in from your men scouting the area and knowing the gang’s leader’s history of mischief and traps, they pretend to be unprepared to lure in prey.” Y/N said. “And who knows if they have goons on standby inside potential loot locations.”
“What do you suggest then?”
“We play the counter bait.” She reached for a pen and traced a circle on the area highlighting the gang’s main entrance. “If there’s another fact I’ve learned from the guy, he’s an addict to a good gambling game, and once he’s in, he’s in it to win it. Get one or two of your associates to deal a bet against his team and a distraction is set.”
“You got the head occupied but you’re aware of the guards still surveying the area.”
“That’s what everyone thinks, but I’ve studied his patterns long enough to know that once he’s in the middle of a game, he calls in everyone to watch the game in the main arena, because his pride is what fuels him, more so when he doesn’t have a single loss in his track record.”
She introduced three pairs of photos on top, all depicting a raving event featuring the gang’s leader and his cronies and empty pathways at the same time. “I’d know because it has happened thrice.”
“Even if he did leave some men on guard, it’ll be less and we’ll have enough workforce to take them down with the handy silencer equipped.” Y/N tilted her head, a finger under her chin. “Then we can ambush the remaining men from the shadows and capture the Lotus gang leader for info about the Kyuketsuki clan.”
Jotaro didn’t supply anything in return, speechless. Y/N turned to him with one raised brow. “What?”
“You are… very knowledgeable about a gangster mob that’s known to be discreet from the public.”
“Well you forget that I worked as private investigator for multiple clients. Nearly half of their complaints described the details of the same man you are targeting for. Call it a stroke of luck that you got me here now or else you guys would be in one hell of a night.”
And she did not disappoint. Her strategy was what earned Jotaro and his men a successful finish to a mission as his guards took the enemy crowd by surprise and shot them all down before they could launch a counterattack. Their leader, who was drunk with material wins and alcohol, was caught in the middle of his escape.
The bastard did spill intel about the bloodsucking yakuza, but he shared a bit more information than what Jotaro had initially expected.
“All you fucks searching for those leeches when there’s a bigger threat than that clan of his,” the Lotus leader said with his arms bound behind him on a chair. “Kyuketsuki this, Kyuketsuki that. I teamed up with them in the first place because I need to stay safe against the impending conquest of the Seiikigumi.”
“The Seiikigumi?” Jotaro asked, curious.
“Those guys are the real deal. Multiple mob houses and a clans have either fallen or submitted themselves to the mercy of that organization,” he said. “Scary thing is that no one in this city knows about them but Brando and high-paying info brokers.”
He did remember rumors of the mysterious yakuza clan spreading during his first years as leader, but he never saw any evidence to prove their existence. For all he knew, gangs fall because they were too disorganized and had high chances of getting caught by enforcement. Clans, especially the smaller ones, were disbanded due to insufficiency in human and financial resources.
“The Seiikigumi… I’ve heard of the rumors before,” Y/N muttered, deep in thought. “But people only told me details of them as if it’s a novel. I’ve yet to see a member of that group or their actions for myself.”
“Oh they’re real alright,” the bound man said with a grin. “So you better watch yourselves and be careful to not pry too much, or else the Sangyosei clan will be next on their chopping board.”
“The Lowlife Princess will have you as her next meal.”
Jotaro shot him clean in the head as soon the man started to cackle.
His words retained in his mind all throughout the rest of the day which was foolish for him to do. He had better more practical things to do than to fret about a myth. Yet, he found himself deep in thought in the middle of a meeting.
Eventually, it came to his realization that he was too busy scrounging his memories for any links to the Seiikigumi so he could devise something to prevent them from infiltrating his clan.
“Hey boss.” Jotaro blinked out of his mental thoughts and immediately made eye contact with Y/N standing before him in his office. “I’ve noticed you’ve been preoccupied with something. Is it what the Lotus leader said the other night?”
He sagged back against his chair and rubbed his temple, a mild headache starting to grow. “It’s nonsense but I’m here wondering why some drunk bastard is making me overthink.”
“You know, you’ve been busy lately- well, 24/7 if we’re being honest,” she said with casual tone, leaning against his desk with her back to him. “Have you even took breaks once in a while?”
“I have no time to let loose when anything could happen at any time,” he said. “Right now, I’m waiting for Kakyoin to update me on the whereabouts of the Kyuketsuki’s eyes. They’ve been too quiet recently and it peeves me off.”
“At this rate, you’re going to die from stress.” She turned to look over her shoulder. “How about we book the small, private restaurant nearby and eat? I heard the meals they got there are to your liking.”
Jotaro didn’t reply and instead stared at her with deadpan. Y/N rolled her eyes and lifted a white plastic bag filled with different boxes and cups inside. “Figured you’re gonna decline my every offer, but I insist you eat. You wouldn’t want the Sangyosei to find their boss dead on the floor due to starvation, would you?”
He was about to reject and suggest she share the meals with the other 3, but his guts had to betray him in that exact moment via a small growl. Jotaro closed his eyes in self-disappointment and Y/N smiled, smug as ever. “Chow time leader-nim.”
Starting from that offer to take-out lunch, the clan leader had granted the woman access to his social circle the same he gave to his personal guards. Where it stemmed from simple offers of drinks and food, slowly spiraled into conversations that didn’t involve the underground world, and eventually to flirting- both the subtle ones together with the direct.
That was the thing with her- she knew what she was doing, knew when to balance work and all the other stuff that was out of Jotaro’s field of specialty. One moment she’d assist him with formulating strategies and carry out orders as if it was merely shopping, and the next she’d share the most absurd stories about a client’s dead pet and its relation to a murder case while wasted beside him.
Y/N’s hardworking work ethics and clever planning eventually earned her spot as Jotaro’s right hand with the whole clan agreeing with the choice unanimously.
With her current position, she was able to connect with him more than before as she was able to follow him everywhere with no permission required. It gave her the power to convey approved orders to his men, acted as his advocate to associates wanting security, and watched over training sessions while he was busy with more serious matters.
With her by his side, Jotaro could feel himself getting swayed by her assertive charms and given how it seemed a heavy weight was off his shoulders, he had no complaints.
She’d start making advances that weren’t too subtle towards him- a sultry whisper into his ear, a brush of her hand against his, shared hooded glances, the press of her body against his in tight spaces, the quiet bickering of the two that contained suggestive innuendos-
It was unbearable, though not necessarily in a bad way.
The one that made the tightly-strung tension snap was the night Y/N made the conscious decision to walk into his office, fresh from a nightly sponge dressed in a silk robe while he in a dress shirt and vest. The raven-haired man swept his gaze up and down at her form with an intense look to his gaze, covering his actions with a quick “what are you doing?”
According to her, she came in with urgent news about the immediate sighting and dispatch of Kyuketsuki members making a move of sorts in the Gifu prefecture. At closer inspection, he learned that at that location, Brando kept majority of his weapons in storage, likely also containing maps leading to several more of his undisclosed bases.
If it were any other day, he would take note of the report and dismiss the reporter, but he kept her in the room longer than what should be.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to send me to my quarters, boss?” Y/N said while she had the gall to cross her arms under the swell of her breasts.
Jotaro stood with furrowed brows, never cutting eye contact as he walked to her in an almost predatory way. “Do you think what you’re doing is funny?”
The closer he got to her, she walked back until she found herself against the wall. “What exactly am I doing boss-nim?” She tilted her head up to face the frustrated clan leader and narrowed her eyes as if to challenge him. “Am I annoying you greatly?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what you’ve been doing and you’re right-” He slammed his hand on the space beside her head. “You’re driving me crazy, you vixen.”
Y/N scoffed, lips curling into a coy smile as her fingers threaded over the buttons of his vest. “Is that so? Why don’t you fire me then?” She purred. “Send me back to the world above the underground where I can expose your plot to the public?”
He clicked his tongue and leaned forward until his voice came out as a growl into her ears. “I’d be damned if I do such a thing.”
“So what are you gonna do, hm?” She whispered.
“I’ll make you shut up the way you like it.”
In the darkness lit only by the light of the full moon, Jotaro had her pressed up against the wall, robe cast aside as he fucked her with vigor, releasing all his pent up stress that accumulated throughout the times she teased him. Y/N whined and cried with every harsh pound of his hips against hers, every inch of her shivering from the intensity of it all.
Once she came, Jotaro flipped her around to let her face him as he lifted her up and thrusted back into her warmth with no hesitation. Y/N tossed her head back and moaned a loud cry, hands grasping his dress shirt with desperation. With her chest bouncing in front of him, he took the opportunity to bite and suckle on the hardened bud, prompting a second orgasm out of you.
He railed her to oblivion to no ends, carrying her over to his office desk only to fuck her over it with the same stamina as the first round. She gasped, breathless as her body rocked back and forth against the smooth surface of his table.
By the time her third orgasm hit her, Y/N still found herself on her back on the same furniture, unable to focus her vision and control herself from drooling at the overstimulation of Jotaro’s rough thrusts.
He never gave her the time to breathe, irritation still bubbling in him. As soon as she came yet again, he maneuvered both of them to his chair, where he planted Y/N on his lap, fucking up into her hear and letting you ride and bounce on cock.
Her body started to grow weary but her moans and cries were still loud as ever, addressing his title with every stimulated cry. Even at that, Jotaro grew annoyed. He wanted her to shout his name.
And so, the second she tightened around him for the fifth time, he held her close to him and pressed the tip of his nose into her neck, trailing it up until his lips grazed the shell of her ear. Raspy from his nonstop grunts, he muttered. “Beg.”
Y/N croaked out her words with unfocused, glassy eyes and a foggy mind resulting from the brutal poundings. “P-Please… boss-”
“Jotaro,” he whispered into her ear, emphasized with a slow yet deep roll of his cock against her walls. “I want you to cry out that name every time I fuck you.” Just like that, he suddenly bucked his hips upward, eliciting a ravishing cry out her reddened lips, one that only bore his name.
As his own release drew closer, his pace turned erratic and his thrusts increased in both speed and intensity, but to hear this woman plea his name over and over again just as she’s told was gratifying for the yakuza leader.
Wringing out one last orgasm out of her, Y/N jerked and let out a silent scream, a stream of clear liquid gushing out of her hole the same time Jotaro groaned and stiffened, feeling his release shoot into her soaked and loosened pussy.
Damn. He was exhausted.
Jotaro panted, sweat beading down his body as Y/N’s sweat-slicked body lay limp against his torso, feeling fluids leaking down his cock and seeping into the fabric of his slacks.
He turned to look at her to check on her current condition. She passed out from their wild escapade, cheeks flushed, panting with ragged breaths with stray hair plastered on her forehead from sweat. Her arms hung over his shoulders, no longer clawing lines onto his shirt.
Strangely enough, he was compelled to brush the hair off her forehead and plant a soft kiss on the area, before lifting her ass up to free his softened cock and arranging her body into a bridal hold to carry her over to his bedroom.
Ever since that night, no words were needed to convey that Jotaro’s relationship with Y/N became more than just simply that of “boss-guard”. They grew addicted to each other, craving that intimacy every moment it was just them in the comforts of closed doors. They would spend time in private establishments to plot, chat, eat, drink, and fuck.
Eventually, she wanted more. She wanted to claim his heart and so brazenly expressed her desires to him. And who’s he to decline her temptations at this point? Y/N was perfect in every aspect- a strategist, communicator, soldier, leader. Why would he refuse someone possessing those talents?
Just as she yearned for him, he gave into her allure, letting this woman become his queen.
But was it for the best?
Months after they had made it official, Jotaro decided to make a move to infiltrate one of the Kyuketsuki’s buildings in Gifu. Everyone in his circle had gathered around to discuss matters of the task, devised multiple plans on how to raid Brando’s precious armory.
Once all was clear and a plausible map of operations were made, he and a selected group of men chosen by Y/N, traveled to the marked location. Avdol had volunteered to join the venture as to provide extra security for his boss, while Kakyoin and Polnareff stayed behind to watch over for him.
It took them a while to get there, considering the distance between Tokyo and Gifu was fairly long. If it weren’t for the pathways formed exclusively for illegal transport, he wouldn’t be able to make it in time to weaken Dio’s forces, causing double repercussions for the territory he left without his watch.
But Jotaro reached the Kyuketsuki’s armory by nightfall and set everything into motion. He stationed his guards in their planned positions, with Avdol leading half of them to stay put in the shadows to serve as Jotaro’s eyes and keep watch of reinforcement, while he and Y/N lead the other half into the building, fully armed and cautious.
They crept through the darkened hallways that were eerily too quiet for a building supposedly filled with lackeys who often indulged in casual games and alcohol. “Boss,” Jotaro glanced at Y/N. “The firearms are found in the hangar in the left wing, but the documents and maps are kept in the right where the offices are located. Do you wish for me to help in retrieving the guns or-”
“I’ll lead the looting. You focus on giving me the paperwork,” he said. “Remember to keep an eye out. Who knows where they’re hiding.” She nodded once and split from the group at the next intersection between the two wings.
Something’s off. Why is no one here? Even as he first arrived, all the building’s lights were off. Not a single fluorescent lamp shining through a window, a lamp from a nearby shed, nothing. No goons were roaming around either, the footsteps of a patrol was non-existent. A chill crept up his spine. This is wrong. What happened?
As someone who’s been bested twice by him, Dio should have placed numerous men around his goods just as he always did to ensure nothing else would be stolen to maintain whatever pride he still had in him. But where were they?
The silence persisted even as he and his men reached the door to the hangar, kept shut with a low-security padlock tied to a chain. Jotaro pulled out his revolver and with a silencer equipped, he aimed and gave two shots before it gave away and fell. He cocked his head to motion his guards to remove the chains and push the door open.
True to the report, what he looked for were waiting for him to grab with crates of firearm stacked on top of each other lay inside while other miscellaneous items such as makeshift bombs and melee weapons lie on shelves. If he looked closer, he could spot a huge safe tucked in a dark corner where cash meant for the lackeys lay inside.
He should be relieved that he didn’t have to spare himself the extra trouble of fighting against a couple of gangsters to retrieve several guns, but he wasn’t because he knew this situation was too unusual and easy for his liking.
Unless-
The door clicked shut behind him and Jotaro spun just as he realized the reality he found himself in. He walked into a trap, but he was a second too late. A hard blow to his head sent him to the ground, warmth leaking out from where the pain came from. He bled from the impact.
He gritted his teeth and attempted to get up only for men, his men, to force him still on the ground, pulling out a white fabric to stuff his face into. Are you fucking kidding me? Jotaro was pinned to the floor, getting chloroformed by his guards.
The last thoughts that circulated his mind before falling unconscious was Y/N. She was caught in this as well and now she’ll be taken captive if she ended up unlucky as he was.
He should have seen this coming.
But why couldn’t he?
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When Jotaro came to, he was bound in a rather… explicit way that he considered too vulgar for his taste.
He was on his knees, his whole body tied with red rope in a series of complicated knots. It was fortunate that his clothes were still on him or might as well shoot him where he knelt. Above him, a single low-hanging light was the only source of illumination this dark room had. Around him were people surrounding him with sub-machine guns in hand.
And out of the light, a lone figure stood in the shadows with two men standing guard beside them.
He squinted and tried to make out who it was. Dio Brando? Or some other lucky fucker who got a yakuza leader trapped? As a means of verification, he gritted out. “You’re being a coward now? Step out of the dark and face me, Dio.”
“Dio? Oh sweetheart, you couldn’t be more farther than the truth~”
Jotaro stilled, eyes widening and all air leaving his lungs at the familiar voice chirping at him. It was as if a cold bucket of ice had poured over him in an instant. It couldn’t be. How… How did… “Oh damn. I spoke to soon. Literally. But since I’m outed at this point, might as well not be a coward.”
The shadowed figure slowly stalked forward, revealing a woman dressed in a finely-pressed black suit ensemble fused with a black-laced sleeves and posterior half of a lace skirt trailing behind her, and with the culprit under the spotlight, he could see the wide almost excited smirk carved on her face.
“Y/N…”
“The one and only darling.”
He couldn’t fathom how he’s still able to keep it together at the revelation that the woman he saved that night, who served him to no ends for years, who became his lover, ultimately was the woman who would be his downfall. “Oh and you don’t need to worry about Avdol. I already sent them back to HQ, informing him that for investigative purposes, our half of the group had to stay behind a bit longer. And he listened with obedience.”
Jotaro felt a range of negative emotions boiling within him due to the most insulting betrayal he had throughout his life as a clan leader- anger, confusion, surprise, humiliation, hurt. “Explain yourself. There’s no point in talking about anything else now, is there?”
She hummed. “Might as well. Though there’s a lot of stuff I have to dump on you in one sitting unless you want-”
“Just get on with it, bitch.” He spat out, eliciting a delightful “oh?” from the other.
“Reaching curse words now are we? Alright, I’ll start from the beginning until where we are right now then.”
Everything started the night the imports from Italy arrived. With her associates, 80% of the civilians living in his turf, lurking in plain sight serving as her eyes, had updated her constantly on Jotaro’s every move. The same individuals who had sought his clan out for security.
The lackeys that Dio sent in an attempt to steal his weapons were all dealt by Y/N’s men who she called “wraiths”- silent and hidden only to strike at the right moment. The leech’s goons were all taken out by her snipers from the comforts of their undisclosed positions before they could reach the docks.
At the same time, Y/N had hired a group of drunk men she found in the streets, promised them she’d pay them for playing the part of assaulter, only for the promise to be in vain with them ending up dead.
The ID and badge that proved her "profession" as part of law enforcement were fabrications to sell her persona, but her combat skills and her way of handling weapons were very much true. Getting involved with the ruthless underground world would require one to possess at least one of those things.
Throughout her time working as one of his pawns, Y/N would do her job diligently, too diligent to the point where she was able to sneak through his and his men’s watch and kept contact with hers, updating them on new tasks to do that aided her and by proxy, the Sangyosei and she was able to do this without causing suspicion.
The strategies she had formulated were all due to her constant exposure to other clans and mob houses, studying their patterns, way of living, connections, and how their operations worked to find the one loop hole in order to flush her targets down the drain of defeat.
The photos she had presented him all this time, photos of which were high in definition and close to the target, where taken from her wraiths, not his men. How they knew where they were? Turned out she had eyes everywhere- a waiter serving meals, a mother and her child by the swings, a farmer in the fields, a ship captain or his crew members, a passing businessman, a politician’s bodyguard.
She had majority of the population in her grasp.
While they worked externally, Y/N did her part from the inside. She climbed up the ranks until she landed into a position where she shared power that equated to his. With new acquisition of power, she now had control over his men, sending a handful or two out to an empty mission only for them to get gunned down, replaced with wraiths disguised in their clothes.
The same wraiths who accompanied Jotaro to the hangar.
And of the Kyuketsuki’s lackeys who were supposed to watch over the armory? Y/N had them dealt with just as the time during the first day they met, their bodies disposed onto a nearby lake, leaving the building devoid of life.
“Now we’re here with you tied up under my mercy,” Y/N drawled out.
“You’ve got loads of conniving bullshit planned out admittedly well for a leader of a small yakuza clan,” he responded with a glare. “Must be tiring for your so-called wraiths to do so much just to do this.”
At that, Y/N tried to stifle it in but failed to keep the laughter from escaping. “Small? Do you really think my crew is just some fiery underdogs who knows what we’re doing?” This time, the wraiths in the dark laughed after her. “You’ve complimented me then insulted me, oh how do I process this?”
“Who the fuck are you then to spit this much confidence to my face?”
Y/N stopped her sadistic glee and faced him with sudden stoicism. She drew a few steps closer and grabbed his chin, making sure he’s facing her head-on as she sat on her heels and said.
“You’re here with the Seiikigumi darling,” she purred, tilting her head with a growing smile. “Lead by none other but yours truly, the Lowlife Princess.”
All this time… The myth spread around the underground about a mysterious clan taking down multiple others before him. The men skilled enough to not be caught by enemies. The leader responsible for running such business. Everything was bared open for Jotaro to experience first hand as their next target.
To that, he cursed to himself for being foolish to trust a random stranger pleading for help.
“As you’ve may or may not known, I’m notorious for shutting down clans as I please by first killing the boss and either letting loose a mass ambush to every known location where their men are or have them join my side… but-” She cupped his cheeks and held them dear. “You may be my first exception~”
“Just shoot me now and spare yourself the effort,” Jotaro hissed but she paid no attention and shushed him.
“Listen to what I have to say darling~” Y/N said with a pout. “Unlike the other fleabags I had to be with, you’re different. You’re competent, stoic, rich, intelligent, and above anything else, pretty handsome for a yakuza boss. Plus, your personal men were so lovely to be with. I’d hate for them to be killed from the get-go.”
“How about you swear loyalty to me and you get to keep the Sangyosei alive and running? You head back as if nothing happened and do what you do, but to imagine you leading your troops with me as your right hand knowing that you're actually mine to control?” She sighed. “Oh it would be such a waste if I were to do what you just said. I do like having my trophy be shiny with power.”
Jotaro growled. “In your fucking dreams.”
Y/N scoffed, standing back up to step back and pull something out from her pocket. “Of course, I’d expect you to be defiant. I know you too well.” She raised her hand to reveal a button. “Standard protocol for stubborn prisoners is usually torture with the usual go-to stabbing, breaking of fingers and/or toes, and other forms of prolonged physical pain.”
“But since I hold you to a higher regard than the previous victims I’ve kept hostage, I have a different form of torture for you~” She gestured for one of her wraiths to gag his mouth with fabric. “Consider yourself lucky~”
With a press of her thumb on the device, Jotaro widened his eyes as his hips jerked and back arched, letting out a strained groan as something stuck to his cock and nipples started to vibrate with much intensity, and he couldn’t do anything about it with his arms and legs stuck in a compromising position.
“I very much enjoyed the nights where you fucked me so hard I couldn’t think straight. Truly, an experience I’d love to be in again. So in your honor, you get to feel what I’ve felt during those times for the whole night.” She pressed the button and his muscles relaxed, sighing with relief.
Y/N slid the gag off his mouth for a moment and said, “So? Will I expect your compliance by dawn, Jotaro-ssi?”
His body still felt the lingering sensations from where the devices were taped on him and he’d expect worse to come, but he wouldn’t back down. He was better than to give his dignity away to a traitor who more or less, deserved to get killed by his rules.
Jotaro responded with a smug smirk, letting her know he’ll indeed be different than her past captives. “Go fuck yourself.”
And just like the first time she stepped into his office, she tongued the inside of her cheek and ordered for the gag to return to his mouth. She turned on her heels, pressing the button to the highest level, causing him to grunt and quiver from the overwhelming sensation of the vibrations.
The door opened for her to step through, but she paused to say one last thing, looking over her shoulder. “I’ll have you know that you’re being recorded as well. Knowing you’re a man with dignity, it be awful for everyone to know how the leader of the dangerous Sangyosei clan is tied like this, captured and shaking. Just something to consider.”
He locked into her gaze with a deathly glare.
“Though I’m proud of my title,” she smirked. “I’m glad you made me the Queen, and you only have yourself to blame.”
And the door closed shut.
#jotaro x reader#jojos bizarre adventure#jotaro kujo#mafia au#enemies to lovers#got inspired by an album with the same name sharing vibes with seulgi's mini album songs
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[Review] Sonic and the Black Knight (Wii)
An ignoble end to the Sonic Storybook series.
After Secret Rings, Sonic Team went ahead with a sequel sharing a similar premise: Sonic enters the world of a popular myth, in this case the King Arthur legend. As before plenty of liberties are taken, and the Wii Remote takes centre stage, but I think both story and controls are improved at least somewhat in this second and final "Storybook" entry. Maybe they'll revisit the concept one day, people love to speculate about what other kind of stories Sonic & co might fit into.
In this tale, Sonic is plonked down in front of the eponymous black knight, a twisted and cruel version of King Arthur with massive impractical armour. His army of beastly soldiers from "the underworld" are threatening Merlina, Merlin's moeblob granddaughter. She seems at first to be another milquetoast Elise/Shahra type but before long some unsubtle foreshadowing hints at a villainous twist. Sonic soon runs into Amy as Nimue, while Shadow, Knuckles, and Blaze play the parts of knights of the round table who must be convinced to rebel against their evil king. I guess it's a very small table in this version, although you can unlock Silver and Jet in similar roles for the multiplayer.
The team of three hostile knights challenge you in boss fights, and later become playable in certain levels, with their own moves and sword styles. They therefore have a large presence in the story which is nice, and Tails too is seen often as he hosts the Blacksmith equipment screen. Along with this the world feels more alive as many levels are populated by civilians, albeit strange gremlin creatures... come to think of it, there are no humans at all, as Merlina has pointy elf ears, Arthur turns out to just be a phantom of some sort, and there’s no Eggman to be seen! So it's a very Euro-fantasy tinged version of Britain… or at least, Japan’s idea of Euro-fantasy, which comes with a lot of blather about the nature of chivalry. The art design feels slightly more stylised than Secret Rings, although the locations themselves aren't half as interesting, consisting of ho-hum video game staples like enchanted forests, crystal caves, castles, and volcanoes.
Presumably lessons were learned from Secret Rings in the gameplay department, as the Nunchuck has now been implemented and with it a control stick for traditional 3D movement. The level structure is still similar as the action plays out in twisting lanes, only this time there's a lot of sword swinging, and this is where the Wii Remote's motion features kick in. The game throws tons of disposable shadow soldiers at you, and you mow them down by wildly flapping around. The thing is just not responsive enough to try anything more sophisticated than that. The attempt to merge the Sonic-style running and platforming with this combat system doesn't really work too well, and the level of precision the game tries to demand doesn't hold up to the controls either, so once again we have a situation where the core "playing the game" part falls down and brings the whole package crashing around it. Oh well.
Like Secret Rings, you choose levels from a menu but now there's a map screen at least. You still get the larger plot-advancing levels and then side challenges that open up, but they're more optional this time and there's fewer of them. The game as a whole is shorter but I don't mind that at all, as Secret Rings felt artificially lengthened. Finishing a level awards you random loot, which has to be identified from a pool of points awarded based on your performance. These can be simply collectibles for the gallery or gameplay-modifying equipment. Your rating also levels you up, unlocking passive perks depending on the sword style you've chosen. It's an attempt at streamlining Secret Rings' customisation system, but ends up feeling fiddly and shallow, and getting to high levels would require either grinding or somehow playing perfectly. I felt no motivation for either, and stopped after getting the true ending despite new side levels opening up.
Sadly the music represents a return to the unremarkable, despite featuring a collaboration of various artists. At least they don't force the main vocal theme on you in every menu like Secret Rings did, although the horn-blaring fanfare that ends each level is definitely worse. The boss fights are again a lowlight, whether they're the awkward knight duels or the handful of other quick time event-heavy battles. Overall it's refined in some ways but I can't help but feel that Secret Rings was a bigger swing and more admirable for it, even though it was a pain to play. Black Knight is a different kind of pain, a sort of dull headache pain, but it passes quickly and you can go on with your day. Cheerio.
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“Fodlan’s insular culture” as proven by…Shamir being one of Rhea’s top officials, Petra and Dedue attending the academy, AG’s Sreng and Duscur paralogues, Adrestia and Leicester having warm water ports they use extensively for trade with outside nations? Almyra pillaging for funsies, Nader talking about looting Faerghus to bring home “souvenirs?” The Western Church (closest to Adrestia btw) hating the Central Church because they’re mad that Rhea isn’t racist? Hopes Claude is a selfish, opportunistic weathervane rewritten to make waifu emperor not look so bad in comparison, don’t insult our intelligence by trying to make excuses for the story butchering him and Almyra. Good luck trying to pin that as Byleth’s fault too when Byleth opposes waifu emperor on 3/4 routes in Houses and Claude not being swayed by them or Ms Emperor, and by the fact that not recruiting Byleth on SB has them persuading Claude of Edelgard’s bad intentions.
Rhea literally did nothing wrong, Claude is just a character the devs didn’t really give a shit about and wrote poorly in one game to save time and wrote poorly in another to deflect from their waifu character’s bad actions.
Some of this I'm going to just copy & paste what I've written elsewhere because...I already wrote it so might as well reuse it!
“Fodlan’s insular culture” as proven by…Shamir being one of Rhea’s top officials, Petra and Dedue attending the academy,
"Tokens and exceptions are not proper rebuttals to things that are stated to be systemic issues. Rhea the individual may hire foreigners, but Rhea the archbishop isn’t exactly attempting to improve things overall for all foreigners, because again, Lorenz directly cites the church as a reason why they should reject contact with foreigners. Claude directly sites the church as being the reason why official diplomatic channels were never established with foreign nations, and Dimitri does not disagree. Edelgard directly states that the Central Church was used to uphold colonization of Duscur and Sreng. And outside of Cyril or Shamir who are under Rhea’s employ, the only foreigners we see outside of the literal underground slums are people hiding their backgrounds, political prisoners, or people who were colonized by Faerghus."
AG’s Sreng and Duscur paralogues. Adrestia and Leicester having warm water ports they use extensively for trade with outside nations?
Sometimes insular policies still have trade at the ports, while limiting what is allowed in. See japan under the sakoku policy. It doesn't change the fact that apparently no official diplomatic channels exist. Also the existence of conflict and the taking of land while expelling/slaughtering it's original inhabitants isn't exactly something you want to use as a positive example of good international relations.
Almyra pillaging for funsies, Nader talking about looting Faerghus to bring home “souvenirs?”
Indeed, I have always had a problem with IS' onesided portrayal of Fodlan's conflicts with the outside. There's hints that there's something deeper and more nuance--like Sreng having it's southern half taken, both of Cyril's parents dying, Brigid being invaded by Adrestia first historically--but there is never enough focus on those perspectives. And 3Hopes' made it worse with regards to Almyra, and I can't say I'm too fond of some other choices they made regarding Sreng. But that's probably not what you're here to discuss.
The Western Church (closest to Adrestia btw) hating the Central Church because they’re mad that Rhea isn’t racist?
Yeah, the western church does suck! I hope Dimitri goes through with making a northern church in GW.
Hopes Claude is a selfish, opportunistic weathervane rewritten to make waifu emperor not look so bad in comparison, don’t insult our intelligence by trying to make excuses for the story butchering him and Almyra. Good luck trying to pin that as Byleth’s fault too when Byleth opposes waifu emperor on 3/4 routes in Houses and Claude not being swayed by them or Ms Emperor, and by the fact that not recruiting Byleth on SB has them persuading Claude of Edelgard’s bad intentions.
I think the story does him and Almyra wrong in a lot of ways, I just don't agree with where it does him wrong and where the emphasis of those critiques lie. I've never blamed Byleth for anything?? "Claude doesn’t look to Byleth to see whether or not he should attack Rhea, but Claude having Byleth as an ally means that he has a direct line to the new archbishop of the Central Church to change its current doctrines. In VW, he doesn’t mind joining with the weakened Central Church because Rhea has already been deposed, and the one who now heads the church agrees with his ideals. In CF, Rhea is still in power, so he doesn’t join with Faerghus.
However, Byleth choosing to attack Rhea doesn’t move him to attack Rhea because in the war, Rhea is only one side of the equation--the other side is Edelgard wanting to conquer the continent. Byleth’s decisions alone don’t move Claude, and that’s a misrepresentation of what Byleth being his ally actually means for Claude."
And I enjoyed Claude's betrayal in SB! In SB he didn't hold any cards because he was defeated in his initial attempt to hold ground, unlike GW. As a result, he is unable to solidify the Alliance as a united entity to push back against the Empire, losing both Ordelia and Gloucestor as Imperial vassals in the process. Lorenz even chooses to neglect his own responsibilities as an Alliance noble in favor of currying favor wit the Empire. Claude can't use Edelgard and freely manuever as much in SB. But there was never a sense that it was an entirely willing process, Claude even says it was under duress. That's why Byleth being a military trump card also against Edelgard gave him the push he needed to openly push back against her. That's kind of what Byleth tends to be: a card that can be used for his goals (and a friend but like let's not pretend he's not also using them). But also keep in mind, that he is also against the Kingdom and the Church in this betrayal scenario, so even there he is displaying that he is his own faction. He's neither fully allied with Dimitri or Edelgard or Rhea. His flexibility is my favorite quality of his.
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Revy Vs Yut Lung black lagoon crossover
Revy bangs on Yut Lung's manor door “ Hey little prince open the dam door, or I’ll return with the fucking papers! Your pasty ass will be plastered across every goddam tabloid!”
“ Maybe we should try a more diplomatic approch” Rock suggested.
The door opens to reveal one of Yut Lung’s useless men Revy shoves past them and in the direction of the living room, only to find Yut Lung laying out on the living room floor. Rock hurries over to him and checks his vitals. “ Only passed out” he said with relife.
Revy plucks the flowers out of a vase and pours the water on Yut Lung’s face.
He jolts awake screaming hysterically.
Revy is about to make a crack but the utter panic in his voice stops her. She knows that scream she’s hear it internally for the past several years.
“ W,....what where Am i…?”
“ Where do you think, you drank enough alcohol to drown the city, dumbass!” Revy sneered.
“ Oh its you two” Yut Lung groaned.
“ Its a good thing you woke up, I was about to start looting your shit”
“ Fine, take what you want” Yut Lung said
Revy feels anger, all this money and the little fucking brat doesn’t appreciate any of it!
“ I don’t recall sending either of you an invitation”
“ Well, cocksucker i’m here to make your day….for a limited time you can hire me. And since your The underworlds special little prince. I’m changing you extra. ” Revy picks up an expensive looking vase. “ You could throw in some family heirlooms to cut costs. Almost everything in this fucking room is worth millons”
Yut Lung frowned at her “ Do you even know what that is?”
“ I know collectors would pay a shit ton of money!”
“ Ming porcolin a substance that had affects on the cermaimics of other countries such as Britan and Japan” Rock cut in.
“ You know about Chinese art?” Yut Lung looks surprised.
“ I was with an international trading company” Rock states.
“ Indeed, this specific piece is highly prized considering it was under the Mongol rulers of the Yuan Dynasty 1215 to 1368”
Revy is ready to go crazy with boredom. “ Yeah well all, I need to know is how fat a prize tag to put on it. Do I look like i give a fuck about your cultural heritage?”
“ Its your culture too, Revy” Yut Lung informs her slyly.
Revy’s hackles raise “ Its a bunch of bullshit! These things were bought and showcased because someone gave them value. Otherwise its just another ugly vase”
Yut Lung glared at her “ I really hate people like you, those who only see the world covered in price tags”
“ Fuck you! You gonna lecture me caring about money, as you lounge on your silk sheets! You’ve never had to pick though garbage in your entire life! And even if you did. You’d just have your servants dig though it for you!”
Yut Lung slapped her across the face, Revy was too shocked to feel the sting at first. Then one thought sprang to mind I’m gonna kill that little brat!
Rock grabs and holds her back.
“ You know how half this stuff was paid for!” Yut Lung brandishes the vase“ Bodies cold and warm ones”
Rock doesn’t even flinch.
“ You lecture me for not caring. None of this money….is mine….I was just the equivalent exchange. But what would a pirate care you never think about who your transporting only what”
Revy suddenly finds herself unable to say a word.
“ Yes the world is hell…..but you have no right to look down on anyone who tries to assign any type of value to something beyond how much it costs! You might think senementality is ridiculous…. But someone who takes wifes from their children, and children from their families and fathers and brothers from those who care for them forever. Has no right to spit in the faces of others!”
His eyes are cold accusing.
“ You think your better then me”
“ i’m just as much of a monster as you. However a whore like myself will always despise a human trafficker whether I have the right or not. Its cann’t be helped.” he flips his hair.
“ You think I need this from a fucking drunk!” Revy shouts. The image of spattering the little princes brains across the wall springs into her head. But she resists the urge, she has to let Rock save him. He’s the first one her dumbass has shown interest in and if he can save someone as cynical as this kid….then that means there’s still hope.
Even if she has to put up with this…..why does she care about his words? Revy never gave a shit about transporting people before. It was just another job, why is she so angry at him for bringing it up?
“ I maybe garbage but unlike half your men, I can hold a gun properly.! Give me a fucking break You swallowed your own brothers cum to survive …..so you’ll definately hire a filthy pirate to protect your tight ass” Revy pauses drinking in the resignation on Yut Lungs face. “ Face it brat….i’m your only option”
Then the door opens.
“ hello, I here for job!” called a cheery voice
“ You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Revy exclaimed
As Shenhau danced into view sword in hand…
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First Impression: Loner Life in Another World
Little green goblins are grunting and gobbling around a fire pit as a hooded figure watches from the shadows. There are too many of them to take on, so the figure retreats, only to step on a branch in his haste, alerting the green guys and triggering a mad dash through the dark forest. Good thing he dug a pit trap earlier, ha! Haruka is one smart dude. Must be all the isekai light novels he read as a loner teen in Japan before being summoned to this other world, along with his 42 classmates, who, by the way, arrived first and took all the cool roles like mage and prince and the good magic like clairvoyance. Poor Haruka, who had tried to outwit the summoning circle and so was delayed, was left with the lamest new identity, “Villager A”, and the leftover garbage magic, like temperature, magic wrapping, special contact lenses, luck, magic dice, the list goes on and on and it’s all rubbish, as Haruka moans repeatedly. But when Haruka opens up his costume kit for Villager A, he begins to realize that the guy was astonishingly well-equipped, and that leveling up his magic is an absolute cinch. Before we know it, Haruka has protection magic, clairvoyance, unbeatable weapons, and the ability to see and understand everything about this gamified isekai, from edible and medicinal foods, to secret loot. As he’s chasing down his dinner on that second day though, three groups of his classmates converge near him in the forest. Should he reach out to them??? Naw! The loner life is better!
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#Anime#First Impressions#Loner Life in Another World#Hitoribocchi no Isekai Kouryaku#Fall Anime 2024#Anime Article#Anime Blog#Articles#Christian Anime#Christian Otaku#Author: claire
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Japan Day 4 (September 9, 2024)
We had another lovely day in Japan today! The weather has continued to be very hot and humid. We instantly feel gross and are sweating within minutes of being outside. It’s making getting cute and taking fun pictures challenging. This morning we enjoyed another lovely buffet breakfast at the hotel before heading out to explore more of Tokyo. We took the subway over to the most popular temple in Tokyo called Senso-Ji temple. is this beautiful temple complex. There are a bunch of little stalls and stores leading up to the temple. So we spent a while meandering through the stalls, looking at the little knickknacks that were being sold and snacks. We made our way up to the actual temple, and there were some beautiful gates and a pagoda style building. You can also buy incense and incense smoke, which is supposed to bring good health. There is also a tradition of fortunes at this temple as well. What you do is you go up to one of these booths and you shake a metal box full of sticks. Then you tip the box over to let a stick come out. Then you look at what number is on the stick and then you go and pull the fortune from the number door that matches the number that’s on the stick. Then you may see if you have a good fortune or bad fortune. If you have a good fortune, then you get to bring it home with you. If it’s a bad fortune, then you were supposed to tie it up in a tree and leave it behind. Both Liz and I got good fortunes. We then walked into the temple, which was very ornate and we paid our respects. We then did more walking around the nearby street, which was also filled with a lot of vendors. This is the main area of the Asakusa neighborhood. We stopped to get some cold drinks out of a vending machine. We also stopped to get a snack which consisted of very fresh strawberries stick with a hard sugar coating. They call this strawberry candy. It was very delicious and hit the spot as we were totally sweating.
After a lot of meandering, we decided to make our way to Kappabashi Street. This street is well known to be a kitchen tools street. So both sides of the street are lined with store after store all carrying various types of goods that you would need in the kitchen or in a restaurant kitchen. We went through loads of stores that were selling ceramics and knives and appliances, and any sort of kitchen tool that you might dream of. I purchased a ceramic canister for my kitchen to put some looseleaf tea and I’m really excited about. I also found pans that were the same size as my family’s potica pans and I purchased two of those to bring back to the US. We then spent some time in a knife shop. We got to learn all about the different types of Japanese knives. Then I purchased a couple of nice knives and they did free engraving, which was a lot of fun and we got to watch that process.
After we spent a while on kappabashi Street, we decided to take transit over to Asahi brewery. This is one of the major breweries in Japan. We decided to enjoy the air-conditioning, I got a beer, and we enjoyed some lunch. Also, by the way food in Japan is so cheap! Basically every meal that we have had has been $10 or under per person at the brewery was no exception. We got a pizza, edamame, a beer, and a soda for all under $20. after this late lunch, we took transit back to the hotel to drop off my loot. We also took a couple minutes break his again. It was very hot and humid and we had been doing a lot of walking so our feet were tired. Taking a short break to go to TeamLab Borderless. It’s the same company that put on the art museum that we went to on the first day. But this is a newer exhibit in a different part of Tokyo. We enjoyed the first museum so much that we decided to go and check this newer version out as well. The whole museum is a digital art, museum, different types of rooms and projected art. One of the rooms, we were able to draw our own fish and they scanned the fish into digital art and projected it on a wall in the next room. Both Liz and I drew turtles. And then we got to watch our sea turtles swim around in the next room. It was very cool. And definitely different experience than the other location. We’re glad that we did both. I think that we both agreed that we liked the other location better. This museum was located in the middle of a mall. So afterwards we just grabbed a bite to eat at a Ramen shop nearby. We decided to head back to the hotel pack up some of our stuff and get ready for bed. Tomorrow we are checking out of this hotel and taking a bus to the small town of Fujiyoshida, which is located just outside of Mount Fuji. we are both looking forward to a relaxing couple of days with less walking. And also hopefully more comfortable beds. We are also very excited to get out of the big city and a smaller town and subsequently head to Kyoto, which is more historical and has more cultural sites.
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Eminem, 2020, TikTok
Eminem went viral, well that's what randoms on TikTok are saying but really? Eminem in my eyes had 1-2 more pretty popular albums after his movie, 8 Mile, then downhill from here but it happens when you become a veteran, you get replaced by fresh new faces. Who was it? Beyonce and Beiber. Yeah, I think those two. He collabed with Rhianna for a massive hit song then went off the mainstream radar again.
Eminem had that street cred flavor you can lump in with that genre of early 2000's music of Limp Bizkit and Kid Rock, a hybrid of edgy pissed off jock music. It's like many guys were angsty waiting for the new millennium and they did well on their own while getting wasted on light beer and flipping through Maxim Magazine.
Eminem put out a new song "Houdini" and I gave it a chance, I clicked on the video and watched 30 seconds and to me it was just another Eminem track, you have to be a fan. He's good but you have to get it just like many things that's suppose to entertain us.
Yes, the OGs were featured, Snoop and Dre among others. Just like the current trend, there's a lot of throwback in it. Bottomline is, it had no vibe for me. It was the latest track from Marshall Mathers, it's been 25 years since Slim Shady was released, this is THE throwback.
Guys still remember 2020? It's a blur now... How that year everything shut down but by early 2021 The Superbowl went on. WrestleMania went on. Half crowd attendance still meant 20,000+ "gambled their lives" to be entertained, while other parts of the world continued operating in dark mode.
The 2021 (2020) Olympics was held in Tokyo with close to zero spectators. Japan, a G7 country would continue operating in dark mode for another year, borders for international travel opened on October 2022.
The need to go out and have fun because nothing ever lasts too long. That's what Covid should have been but it was more, "Days of Our Lives" meets 1984 with some Gotham City inspired scenes from all across the globe. Trust me, looting is only exciting when you're a participant.
Now, 2024, what do we have? We have TikTok and throwbacks and Eminem dissing something or someone but I turned it off because I don't need a throw back. I want to be present in the here and now. That's all that matters.
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Rise of the Ronin: Uniting Allies on the Path
The beginning of Rise of the Ronin introduces the fictional clan known as the Veiled Edge. These warriors, while often labeled as Samurai, differ significantly. Trained in pairs, they excel not only in the Samurai's path but also in the art of the Shinobi. Team Ninja made a strategic move by entrusting you with the creation of both primary characters. However, the narrative swiftly introduces a significant twist, altering your character's trajectory and their interactions in a changing Japan influenced by Western forces. The stronger these bonds become, the greater the rewards bestowed upon the player. These relationships are reciprocal, with characters exerting as much influence on the player's journey as the player does on theirs. For those looking to enhance their gaming experience, remember to buy Xbox games to fully immerse yourself in these dynamic interactions. Certain alliances even grant access to additional characters, allowing players to bring up to two allies along on specific missions. While storytelling has not traditionally been a standout feature in Team Ninja games, Rise of the Ronin represents an improvement over titles like Nioh and Wo Long.
Dynamic Parry Mechanic in Rise of the Ronin
While the game doesn't offer a single expansive open world, its open areas, complete with villages to rescue, criminals to track down, and a plethora of side quests and hidden treasures, provide an experience that feels expansive in its own right. For those eager to explore these adventures, make sure to buy PS5 games that offer similar immersive environments and rich content. Each of these areas feels substantial enough to constitute an entire game in itself, making the transition from one to the next a pleasantly surprising journey. A well-timed press of the R1 button executes a Chiburi, allowing your character to shake off blood from their sword and recover a portion of spent Ki. Furthermore, the addition of a parry mechanic, activated by hitting Triangle, introduces a high-risk, high-reward dynamic to combat. While executing a parry leaves you vulnerable with a lengthy recovery time, successfully timing it triggers a counterspark, depleting the enemy's Ki and enabling you to launch a powerful counterattack with a full Ki bar at your disposal.
Versatile Combat Options in Rise of the Ronin
Once a foe's Ki is depleted, you unleash a devastating critical strike, characterized by brutal animations that strip away any romantic notions of swordplay. As you and your opponent trade blows, steadily chipping away at each other's Ki, a skilled player can seamlessly chain critical strikes one after another. Achieving this level of mastery is immensely satisfying; there's nothing quite like dispatching multiple samurais with a flurry of parries and successive critical strikes. With the ability to equip up to three styles per weapon, strategic players will constantly adapt their approach to exploit enemy weaknesses. Should complacency set in, foes will swiftly alter their tactics, punishing any lapse in concentration. Whether specializing in strength-based weapons like the Katana or Odachi, favoring dexterity for stealthy maneuvers, or opting for long-range weaponry, the possibilities are virtually limitless. Coupled with the myriad of weapons and fighting styles at your disposal, Rise of the Ronin offers an unparalleled degree of gameplay variety and replay value.
Loot System and Exploration in Rise of the Ronin
To be completely honest, there's little to fault with Rise of the Ronin. Visually, it may not be the most stunning PS5 game, but its expansive and seamless landscapes offer immersive exploration without interruption from loading screens. In essence, while it may not break new ground, Team Ninja delivers where it counts. As for the side content, it can become somewhat repetitive over time. I relished every opportunity to engage in combat due to the system's excellence. Regrettably, the loot system is the game's weakest aspect. Team Ninja has inexplicably retained the criticized design from their previous titles, Nioh and Wo Long. Often, newly discovered items offer only marginal improvements over existing gear, or worse, they're inferior and suitable only for selling. The sole redeeming feature of the loot system is the ability to customize the appearance of gear, though the abundance of seemingly useless items clutters the inventory unnecessarily. It's disheartening to loot multiple identical weapons, each worse than my current gear. Exploring the map leads to encounters like rescuing villagers, interacting with dogs, traversing rooftops, and engaging with geishas, often diverting attention from the main quest.
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Last Week Today! S2024E9
Was a busy (two) week(s) since the last one, so let’s catch up with happenings:
🎂 March 20th and 31st marks “Birthday Week” with the fam, as it’s BoyType and MonkeyGirl’s turns to celebrate getting one year older. And me and SuperWife’s time to be broke AF. BoyType wanted a miniPC for his birthday to tinker on so he combined all his loot and bought one on his own after making sure it could FortNight OK; he wanted to be able to play with his schoolmates. (Don’t tell him I was going to make sure he could play on my Xbox when he told me the first time, but this is a better way since I want him to learn to troubleshoot technology.) MonkeyGirl wanted cashola plain and simple. The big issue this time was me trying to pay lots of bills and have some cash left for our trip and then some foolishness happened that delayed me hooking her up with her gift for a few days, annoying the newly minted 11-year-old. I said, “get used to having deferred dreams for the sake of necessities, especially in this family,” which is a lesson she needs to understand as she learns how to manage money. In my own childhood, my parents were constantly using my allowance stash like a petty cash pot to cover bills and things that would come outta nowhere, so I got used to waiting well past my allowance days to “make a withdrawal;” at least until I was able to get a bank account. She’s got her own account we monitor, and a lot more scratch in it than I did when I was 11– I’m making sure it doesn’t burn a hole in her pocket now.
🎌 One of my BFFs came back home for a visit with his wife and kiddo. He’s from Atlanta, spent lots of time in Japan and both moved back at the same time in 2008. He’s still there in fact, settling down for the long haul and I had done the same until we came back in 2021 (but I’ll tell that story another day.) They wanted to know what it’s like to stay in a RV so we set BigHank up for a driveway camp for them. Other than the water pump being broken because stupid me didn’t winterize it well enough, it made a good guest house for them. So glad to see him again and catch up with everyone. Of the things I miss the most about JapanLife, kicking it with my friends is the biggest.
🤦🏾♂️ After our guests left, we had one day to prep for our spring break trip to Jacksonville. Thanks to the aforementioned water pump issue, we wanted to get it fixed before getting on the road, and in our haste SuperWife and I didn’t properly lock the cargo “basement” hatch. To make a long story short, our spare tire slid out of there along with a few items all just 300m up the road but by the time we noticed, of course it was gone. Who could pass up a perfectly good commercial grade tire & rim just lying on the corner of the road like that? I’ll be buying a replacement before we head on our next journey in May; until then, are there any Pick-A-Part specials for these things?
🏖 We made it to Jacksonville Beach without any troubles actually. I’ll be posting a more detailed trip report in the next few days, but here are some snaps for your consideration:
And that’s all I got, see ya next week! 👋🏾
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Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth Review (PlayStation 5)
Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth Review, Two larger-than-life heroes, Ichiban Kasuga and Kazuma Kiryu are brought together by the hand of fate, or perhaps something more sinister… Live it up in Japan and explore all that Hawaii has to offer in an RPG adventure so big it spans the Pacific.
Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth Review Pros:
- Beautiful graphics. - 54.04GB download size. - Platinum trophy. - You can import your PlayStation 4 save. - Three voice languages - Japanese, English, and Chinese. - Game settings - battle speed (slow/normal), trigger effects, action prompts, auto camera, subtitle text size, subtitle text color, UI display, swap left and right stick. - Controller settings - Invert axis and sensitivity sliders along with camera speed. - HDR support. - Audio can be tweaked such as the angle of the speakers, and controller speaker on/off. - Can remap controls. - Action adventure gameplay. - During some cutscenes you skip/fat forward conversations and in text-based interactions you can have it auto-scroll. - Tutorial pop-ups as you play. - Colorblind support. - You can save and load when you want. - Cases and materials are hidden around the game world and contain random items and health. - Turn turn-based combat, you can use items, perform additional attacks, and time your blocks for a perfect guard. - Earn exp and level up to increase your stats. - The story is as mental, impactful, and memorable as ever. - Injects much-needed comedy relief in imaginative ways. - You can get a refresher on the story so far. - A massive 3D world with full 360-degree camera control. - The English Dub is really good. - Interactions and conversation choices affect - passion, confidence, charisma, kindness, intellect, and style. - Main story mission with many optional side missions and events to trigger. - Treasure hunts can be performed around town for random loot. - You earn exp and level up your character, your teammates, and your job level. - Weapons and gear affect your stats. - Thugs that Patrol the street come in different difficulties and change their appearance based on Kasuga's imagination. - Music - you can use your phone to create playlists or listen to the radio. Find new songs around and use steroids to play music loud. - If the the story has a significant change then you get warned and can choose when to proceed. - Hitting a guy into another guy to kill or damage both is very addictive. - Party chats can happen when roaming the streets, in a party chat everyone talks about something. - When fighting you can go near objects to use them as weapons. - Auto attack lets you watch the computer take over and control your party in combat. - Safes can be found and unlocked with any found keys to get loot. - Taxis act as fast travel points and you can call a taxi from your phone. - The camera is very detailed and if any of your party members are in the shot they start emoting and reacting. - Sujidex is an app that catalogs all the Sujimon you defeat and fills in their strengths, weaknesses, etc. (clearly a spin on Pokemon) - Click the left stick to play in first person otherwise, it's a third-person game. - ATM lets you deposit and withdraw cash instead of losing it when in battle. - Unlock hangouts to play mini-games, chat with friends, etc, and build your friendships. - Aloha Links is a social app in that greeting and meeting people makes friends and changes your personality. - Play how you want. - You see enemies in the street and they have an awareness bar to help you avoid or engage with them. - Play how you want. - Walk past taxi stops to add them to your map and unlock them to fast travel. - Miss Match is a dating app where you spend credits looking for love, you can edit your profile as and when you like and dating is a process rather than a straight match and date type thing. - Chatting in the dating app is its a mini-game where you have rhythm action and multiple choice sequences to try and date. Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth Review Cons: - New Game Plus is locked behind a paywall. - You have to turn on auto scroll every time. - It's still annoying that the game jumps between voiced and text-only conversations in one sequence. - Way too many items/cases to pick up. - It is slow in places as you go through lengthy introductions and side stories. - The game doesn't open up with any catchup story instead it's after the opening Prologue and is text-based. Related Post: Jett Rider Review (PlayStation 5) Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth: Official website. Developer: Ryu Ga Gotoku Publisher: SEGA Store Links - PlayStation Read the full article
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film reviews: Empire of the Sun
Synopsis: In 1941, Japan and China have been at war for four years. Wealthy European and American expatriates live an opulent, sheltered life in Shanghai’s International Settlement as politically neutral parties, untouched by the havoc wreaked in other cities like Nanjing, and enjoying an uneasy truce with the Japanese occupying forces. This all changes after the Japanese bomb Pearl Harbor and America declares war on Japan. Jamie Graham is the son of a British textile magnate but finds that his privileged upbringing in China has suddenly come to an end with the declaration of war, and that his father has waited too long to vacate the country to safety. As thousands throng the streets in a panic Jamie’s family tries to get to the docks in hopes of some transport out of the country, but all three lose sight of each other in the crowds, and Jamie finds himself completely alone. As he wanders the streets without direction, he’s taken in by a pair of shipbreakers who try to eek out a living selling scrap metal. Giving up on their hopeless professions, they end up in a Japanese internment camp, where conditions are appalling. They endure four years of internment, waiting for the war to end, as Jamie continues hoping that he’ll one day be reunited with his family.
Review: This is a masterpiece, one of the best films I’ve ever seen, point blank. I would describe the film as the power of Schindler’s List mixed with the whimsy of Jurassic Park. Steven Spielberg directed it, and those who’ve seen Schindler’s List know how powerful his films can be. This film tells its story through the eyes of its child protagonist, and shows things happen the way a child would see them, with a heroic, adventurous scope, yet the film remains piercingly intelligent and frank with the sometimes brutal subject matter, never dumbing it town or wrapping it in cotton. True to Spielberg’s style, the film is gorgeously shot, in fact it’s some of the most beautiful cinematography I’ve ever seen, and I was often in awe throughout. The luxury of Jamie Graham’s world is contrasted with the dingy city streets of Shanghai, and then the bleakness of the internment camps the various characters must survive in.
Historical fidelity to the early 1940s is adhered to strongly. A scene where American P-51 Mustangs bomb a Japanese airfield use real-life Mustangs for the shots, using three of the few remaining flyable WWII planes left in the world in a visually spectacular fight sequence. And the film is a very movie-like movie too, enhancing the story with poetic realism at times. When the Japanese run out of food, they force the entire internment camp to march to another city, and they end up at a sports stadium whose entrance is an elaborate metal sculpture with figures of women and doves. Inside are hundreds of luxuries looted from Western homes, chandeliers and Louis XV furniture and automobiles all in a jumble of chaotic luxe together. In another scene, air pilots slowly drift down to earth under their parachutes in a way that makes them look like dandelion seeds. This film was a visual feast, sumptuously shot with great attention to detail.
I love great cinematography, and I love intelligent writing, but I don’t like when films only have one without the other. When they have both, I’m delighted, and this film has both. The acting was also fantastic. The film stars Christian Bale in one of his first film roles, and even at the tender age of 13 he had great acting chops, and he sold his role completely, acting with the talent and gravitas of a veteran actor. Paired with Spielberg’s vision and expert direction he shows the slow loss of innocence his character endures piercingly well. The supporting actors are all solid in their roles as well. There’s really nothing to complain of from this film, I was delighted and enthralled by it from beginning to end. I recommend it heartily. You can watch it here.
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Do you think nuclear disarment in all nations is possible? And if so how do you think we could achieve it? I feel like since these weapons of mass destruction were created it is just a net negative for humanity as a whole and leaves us all with a terrifying mass extinction and doom scenario hanging over our heads at the hands of psychopaths. I can't rest easy from it. It's insane that humans allowed this considering how so many world leaders right now are geriatric and highly unstable, only seeking power.
Yes, you are correct in that one cannot rest easy anymore. But whether they are unstable psychopaths, or elderly, or simply greedy and egotistical, wanting to create glory for themselves or to expand their empire - it all boils down to the same problem: if they have such power through nukes, and if they are willing to use them, the world is most likely doomed. I don't think many people can argue against that; to believe one can survive in a nuclear apocalypse like in Mad Max scenario is simply not something to be desired (or even possible). Let me elaborate; people think they can prepare for such a doomsday scenario - or that bullets or tin food will save them.
Ok, here are some basics:
1) ICBMs (intercontinental ballistic missiles) take approximately 25-40 minutes to cross the Atlantic, depending on where they launch. If they are launched from submarines or airplanes that are closer to the target, it could be even quicker. Assuming one gets warning through air-raid siren (or the news), there's nowhere to go (unless there is a nuclear shelter next to their house). Thousands will panic and trample one another on the streets, trying to get somewhere. Huge traffic jams will stop the traffic, block tunnels, causing chaos. All these people are doomed, if the nuke hits home.
2) if the nuke hits further away, and assuming it's smaller yield, kilotons instead of megatons, it can still cause chaos, EMP (the electromagnetic pulse will fry your electronics, no internet, no cellphone service etc) and the fireblast would engulf whole territory; the radioactive fallout will be in two stages: a) the immediate radiation emitted will kill, or cause skin burns and hair loss, including cancer; the rain (if it happens to rain) will be deadly to drink (people in Japan found out when they started to drink it, due to their thirst). Also, b) the fallout that will happen over several months, which will be part of the nuclear winter (if enough nukes are exploded globally). This scenario is very likely, as NORAD and other divisions are programmed to respond with deadly force, if attacked first; the same goes for the other side. In the nuclear exchange, even if many bombs or missiles fail to hit, getting exploded in the air, the world will become 80% uninhabitable.
But let's suppose that it's a smaller scale war, and that more people survive after a limited nuclear exchange is done. Let's assume these people are still healthy, and able to go out. Go where? Petrol stations will empty in two days, and supermarkets will empty their shelves within a week, same as pharmacies. There will be nothing to buy; and no-one to go to work, to offer services. So looting will take place, and extreme violence. I believe that people are totally unprepared for anything like that, as neither them nor their parents have even lived through a conventional war, let alone such an armageddon. What will they do? 95% of those living in big cities will be doomed, in most scenarios, due to lack of services, starvation, thirst, and falling victim to extreme violence from other desperate people, that have now turned into raiders. The army or the police (if they are still functional) may try to contain some of it but the chances are they will be unable to stop the horror in the many millions of people that will be desperate and needing help; no electricity, no greengrocery, lack of petrol or medication... Even if people have stored ammo or tins, these can only provide for a small scenario - they can never truly have what is needed to survive. Many people will resort to suicide or will fall victim to ruthless others, or even cannibals.
THE SOLUTION IS: D O N O T H A V E A N U C L E A R W A R.
Nuclear disarmament is the only sane choice; but in an insane world, where people do not care enough for the world or even for themselves, I have ceased to believe that ALL the countries and their leaders are suddenly going to behave responsibly. It's naïve to think that; in fact, they seem all too eager to do their thing, and to hell with the consequences. So it falls to the people, to wake up and understand that their chances to change something are running out. They should apply pressure to their leaders to be listened to, and to take active involvement in such drastic measures; I know, many will think, "that's the politician's job, not mine". Yeah, but what do you do when your politician doesn't give a damn? It's YOUR world too, after all.
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