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To change his fate from simply being passive in life Kisumi goes the Deep Cut route.

In this route of his verse it differs because he fights against the arranged marriage thus cutting ties with Keiko. His sacrifice for forfeiting the arrangement, his Uncle slashes his eye, ruining his vision as well as leaving behind a hideous scar marring his face.

Even though the marriage doesn’t go through part of the agreement is that Kisumi still commits to helping Keiko’s family, starts the aid of moving counterfeit shipments with him as he travels back and forth from Japan to New York with his other business.

With the added revenue and Kisumi taking on a much larger role within the syndicate he helps build strong partnerships and bringing more alliances. This sets him up to become a big power player. Eventually he sets his eyes on smuggling in general, his aim is microchips which of course are in short supply world wide but in high depend on the west. 

Think Yazuka Boss Kisumi

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has anyone done this yet fjsjajaj

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I’ve been thinking a lot about what would happen to Kisumi in his mafia verse without any interactions from other muses. What path would he walk? What would be his fate.

Without some kind of catalyst he would end up going through with his arranged marriage to Keiko. It would make him miserable and simply throw himself more into work. I see two possible outcomes from this.

1. Keiko and him get along with a mutual understanding. Kisumi bends to her whims and ambitions. He takes more risky decisions to gain more wealth. It’s really his only motivation. Keiko pushes the idea they need to open up a casino which leads to friction between his Uncle as well as too much red tape in order to open it. Kisumi either ends up bankrupt or someone takes him out before getting to that point.

2. They do not get along. Keiko with her lawyer brother work together to pin a case against him in order to make him a scapegoat for the business. Kisumi’s Uncle doesn’t help matters and sees what happens as an opportunity to wash his hands from his own misdeeds and blames Kisumi’s actions for code violations as well. Kisumi manages a hefty sentencing thus ending his will to carry on.

Either way Kisumi is living in a miserable existence, there’s no sliver lining this way. In both cases his younger brother eventually steps in and takes his place within the family organization which is the very thing Kisumi was desperate to avoid. Upon learning this it would shatter him.

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✨——- consider this to be a permanent starter call.

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“I had a fucking miserable day. Someone come with me to go shopping, I need help carrying bags.”

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❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞ ( from takeo 🥰 )

Even though Takeo was typically stand-offish. He was blunt and not overly affectionate for the majority of their relationship. Yet in the bedroom things took a bit of a turn.

The sounds of slick skin and breathy moans were the only thing filling the room as Kisumi’s face pressed against the bedding. Feeling flushed was an understatement. Takeo had his skin feeling ignited, every additional touch felt as his flames danced on the ends of his fingertips, mapping out designs and blotches bloomed beneath.

Kisumi gasped, fingers balling up the bedsheets as felt Takeo suddenly stop behind him. Overstimulated, overwhelmed, out done. A frustrated groan was the only answer Kisumi gave as he attempted to buck his hips back but with the steady pressure applied by Takeo’s sure hands his attempts were futile.

“Like I said, use your words. You’re usually so mouthy, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

He could hear the smug expression Takeo was wearing in his voice. Not glancing over his shoulder, Kisumi didn’t want to see it. Hearing it was enough. “Please Takeo!” He bemoaned as his chin lifted up tilting his head back. Takeo soon rewarded him with the friction he desired and a gentle kiss to his face as he looked above.

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Modern Verse 🏀 || Mafia Verse 🏢 || Deep Cut 🔪

Picrew

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Verses his little fakey fake smile 😀

💕—- he’s so dreamy when he’s genuinely smiling

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💕—- he’s so dreamy when he’s genuinely smiling

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❛  when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see.  ❜ sora to kisu

Kisumi had never in any relationship feel so comfortable and secure with another. Hearing the confession from Sora Kisumi could happily say he felt the same. Wanting to get into bed with him just so he could hold him at night and wake the next day beside him again.

It only seemed like a good time to make the offer. It had been on his mind for some time as he looked over at his boyfriend. His hand carding through his soft brown locks. “Then I guess… maybe you should move in with me.”

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Anonymously tell my muse how you would fuck them

Be as specific and detailed as possible!

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mun dash game: pick 4 of your favorite characters from fandoms & let your mutuals decide which one you're most like, as the mun!

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❛  i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need.  ❜ shingo to kisu

Leave it to Shingo to leave him void of any words. It was a rarity for Kisumi to be left wordless but he had a habit of it now.

For Kisumi he was the one used to reassuring others that he would be dependable. No one, literally he couldn’t think of a soul who had offered this kind of sentiment back to him before. The thing was if Shingo would have said something like this at the start it would have had him rolling his eyes.

Sure. Coming to you for anything. It seemed something you just said to appease someone.

Yet Shingo meant what he said, truly. Kisumi knew that if he came to him with any problem, asking for tickets, to safety, for a place to rest, to make something go away… Shingo would do it because it was him who had asked. Promising something like that was huge, not something that Kisumi took lightly. He certainly had to be careful because Shingo would easily overextend himself to see Kisumi be accommodated and cared for. It had to be an emergency. 

“I don’t want to come to you just because I need something Shingo..” Kisumi stated, his ears flushed hot not processing the confession well. “You make me happy just by being you. I don’t need things from you.”

If only they were given more time.

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[BANDAGE] Sender changes the dressing on my muse's injury, applies heating or cooling patches, or similar. / from arthur or loux if that's okay! also hi!

Opening his eyes his vision first swum.

The world still a blur of color and light. It wasn’t until the third time he opened his eyes did they remain open, and his vision cleared. The haze of fever still lingering heavily on him, Kisumi fought the fatigue to stay awake.

The reason for the disturbance in his rest was due to someone replacing a now freshly cooled cloth to his forehead. A hum of pleasure sounded from him as the coolness was a balm to his burning skin.

He didn’t recognize the man but he was caring for him. Maybe it was just the sickness that had him really out of it, envisioning delusions. “What’s your name..” his voice horse as he looked at the blonde man, he had two different colored eyes. Staring at the unmatching pair Kisumi couldn’t help but find them captivating. “Your eyes are pretty..”

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A meme for muses who are sick.

Add +REVERSE to a prompt to flip the roles.

[CATCH] Sender catches my muse when they become weak while standing.

[COMFORT] Sender emotionally comforts and reassures my muse.

[HAIR] Sender washes and/or brushes my muse's hair for them.

[STAY] My muse falls asleep while sender watches over them.

[SOUP] Sender brings food to my muse or helps them to eat.

[BANDAGE] Sender changes the dressing on my muse's injury, applies heating or cooling patches, or similar.

[WATCH] Sender and my muse lie on the couch and watch TV together.

[SNOOZE] My muse accidentally dozes off leaning against the sender.

[EMERGENCY] My muse's condition deteriorates, forcing sender to intervene.

[TEMPERATURE] Sender checks my muse's temperature, with a thermometer or by their own touch.

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[ WIPE ]: sender hastily brings the receiver to a quiet room and helps them get undressed so the sender can wipe them down with wipes to remove dirt/blood/tears/etc. from their skin. / from yohan !

His clothes reeked of alcohol.

The bottle had been smashed and flew out all over him. Some dumb, drunk, asshole wasn’t paying any attention. Kisumi of course felt responsible and tried to help in cleaning up, he was already covered, dripping in the champagne.

As if his luck continued to get worse when he had gone to help pick up the shattered bottle his hand got sliced. Before he knew what was happening a solid touch was at his back and Yohan had swooped down and was barking orders to get the area cleaned up, kicking out the party goers who caused the mishap.

Without a word he was being ushered into a back room. Kisumi didn’t even notice the door at all, it had blended seamlessly into the wall. Soon it was just the two of them, the door shutting closed and muffled the club noises a great deal. “I’m—“ Kisumi stopped himself. He almost apologized once again but knew that might only piss Yohan off more. “I’m alright.” Kisumi tried to protest yet he wasn’t hearing any of it. Yohan was quick to start cleaning up his bloody hand before helping Kisumi get out of the soaking wet jacket and shirt he had on.

It was bad enough he was drenched in champagne but blood too wasn’t a good look. He sat there shirtless pressing the cloth tightly against the cut. “Do you think I’ll have to get stitches?” He asked to try and not think about the vulnerable state he was in, Yohan was going above and beyond making sure he was taken care of.