#technically akuji

[allmightyscroll-swag]

CW FOR DEREALIZATION AND UNREALITY!!! STAY SAFE FOLKS!!

Close call....

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For the past few days I've been absolutely hit with the comic urge and this is the result :) some nice Rey lore <3

Im sure this is nothing. What do you mean that box looks evil? It's just a little quirky, I swear.

[karmahasagun]

Campaign Arc 1 (sessions 1-12)

(As a note, this summary focuses primarily on Eries herself, and will cover important events to her story first and foremost. If you have questions about the other characters, I'd suggest talking to their players/the DM yourself here, or I can answer certain questions through asks with their permission)

Eries arrives in the city of Maya. She meets a pink-haired dwarven street performer named Coral, who has the same strange coin hanging from a necklace. She also meets a few other adventurers with the same coin as well: Astrid, a Satyr Rogue, Jura, a Half-Orc Barbarian, Mauve, a Tiefling Warlock, and Sayth, a Half-Orc Sorcerer.

This mismatched party of adventurers make their way to the religious district of Maya, into the temple dedicated to the Raven Queen, the Goddess of Death, and one of the "big three" of the pantheon of gods, along with the Phoenix (Goddess of Life), and the Vulture (God of the Dead). With Eries being a Raven Queen Paladin-in-training, she is able to get the party into the obsidian temple with ease.

Inside the temple, there are many Reapers, or reincarnated warriors and followers of the Raven Queen, who are tasked with recovering Soul Stones from the recently deceased. The party is introduced to a Reaper named Akuji. He recognizes Eries as a paladin-in-training and briefly talks with her about the Raven Queen's court, as well as explaining the function of the temple. Here, one can reconnect with souls of the dead (as long as their Soul Stone has been recovered and brought to a temple), as well as have a quiet and accepting place to mourn or meditate.

Many ravens fly around the temple. They serve a similar purpose to reapers, allowing for the quick gathering of Soul Stones from all over the continent. Jura and Astrid decide that they want to pet the bird, and the party is dragged up one of the temple's spires to an aerie. There, the party befriends a hooded raven, and names him Argen.

The party leaves the temple, and are confronted by an Aarakocran warrior named Fringille, who scolds Coral and says that the King wants to speak to her. Coral dramatically tells Fringille to lock her up for the crime of providing music to the town. Fringille eyes up the rest of the party, noticing the Mayan coins everyone carries, and insists everyone follows as well.

The castle at the center of Maya is carved directly into the mountainside. The party is escorted inside the throne room, and are introduced to King Aeroki of Maya, another Aarakocran. He looks regal, but wears no crown. Turns out that Coral is Aeroki's adopted daughter, and the Crown Princess of Maya, and Fringille is Coral's adopted sister and personal guard.

As it turns out, Aeroki put the coins out across the continent in hopes a group of curious adventurers would find them and come to investigate. He wants the party to find an ancient artifact called the Heart of the Sea, which is said to protect those near it from harmful magic. He hopes this mythical object will be able to protect Coral from her curse.

A certain curse ravages the lands of Inyoni, brought about by the Lich King in his attempt to create an unstoppable undead army. The Lich King was once a mortal warrior, chosen by the Vulture as his champion against the Phoenix and her own champion. When the Vulture fell from the pantheon a thousand years ago, it opened a power vacuum. This vacuum was filled partially by the ascension the Phoenix's chosen, who became the Raven Queen in the Vulture's place, and partially by the Lich King becoming nigh-immortal using undead magics. Without the Vulture around to allow souls into the afterlife, it became the Raven Queen's job to gather them and keep them safe until he was found and restored to power, but she and her Reapers aren't perfect, and many souls have been lost and corrupted by the Lich King's undead curse.

Coral has this curse, though it's still in its early stages, but it will slowly kill her if a solution isn't found. Hence, Aeroki's quest to find a magic item only spoken about in legend.

Aeroki didn't plan on Coral finding one of the coins, though, and she insists on going on this adventure with the party. Aeroki reluctantly agrees, as long as Fringille accompanies her.

Aeroki provides the party with what information he has about the myth of the Heart of the Sea. Basically, the Heart is an incredibly powerful version of the "Protection from Good and Evil" spell. It also is said to be guarded by a warrior named Blackheart.

The party spends a few days exploring Maya and gathering supplies before setting off. During this time, they learn more about the pantheon.

The Fates exist above the pantheon, and weave the story of the world from an outside perspective. In a way, they are Gods worshipped by the Gods themselves. As for some minor deities: Amu, the Goddess of the Moon, the Truth, and Dreams. Rue, the God of Deception and Secrets, and the brother of Amu.

It's not really important to the plot at all, but I need to make a note that Astrid stole a weed potion off a drug dealer and literally five minutes later purposely threw it out a window and broke it. So we didn't get to get high. Incredibly sad day.

Akuji gives Eries two of his feathers, which, when broken, will basically send out a signal to him and all other nearby Reapers of her exact location.

The following night, Akuji performs a small ritual. Technically he qualifies as a Deva, and as such, is mentally bonded with an Aasimar. Eries is also bonded to a Deva, but it stopped communicating with her after Silterra burned down, for reasons she doesn't know. As it turns out, they're bonded to each other unknowingly. Akuji thought Eries was dead, given that the town she was in was burned and she wasn't there by the time the Reapers arrived to assess the damage and collect the souls of those who died. So Akuji pulls Eries into a sort-of dream realm and is like "holy shit it's you you're alive" and Eries is like "bro what the FUCK-"

Prior to this, Eries had been with the party at the castle, and as soon as she snaps back to herself, she takes off towards the Raven Queen's temple without explaining anything. Cue Eries freaking out, and Akuji just being happy she's here.

The following day, Aeroki decides to interrogate each party member individually to assess their motives on accepting this adventure before we finally set off.

Upon entering Aeroki's room, Eries notices that he has a small shrine to Rue set up. Upon questioning, Aeroki explains that he has that there to protect himself and his family from a great evil. He does not elaborate.

Eries explains to him that she's looking for someone, but with no real destination in mind, so she doesn't really mind where she goes. She also wants to help people, and if the Heart of the Sea really can do what he says, then it's absolutely worth looking into. Aeroki determines that Eries' motives are pure, and approves her spot in the party.

The rest of the party also has private talks with Aeroki, as do both Coral and Fringille.

Eries casts divine sense on Aeroki before leaving. He has no celestial or undead magic within him. In fact, he has no magic in him at all. It's almost like there's a gaping hole where his magic should be.

The party wishes Aeroki farewell. They run into Akuji on their way out of the city, and say goodbye as well. The party finally sets off on their adventure towards the Heart of the Sea.

Eries Lore Dump Thread

Pre-Campaign

Eries (she/they) is an Aasimar. She never met her biological parents, and as such has almost no connection with her Celestial heritage. She was adopted at a very young age by a domestic lesbian couple, a Dwarf (whom Eries called Momma) and a Half-Elf (whom Eries called Mum).

Eries' moms also adopted an Elf, named Clover, who became Eries' brother. This family of 4 became everything Eries could ever want.

They lived together in a small village named Silterra, which was tucked into a valley between two mountains.

Eries always wanted to see the sunset, but due to Silterra's positioning, she was never really able to see it in full. When she was 16, she decided one evening to venture outside the village to see the sunset for herself. She was interrupted from her enjoyment of the scenery to the smell of smoke.

When she turned around to face Silterra, she found the entire village engulfed in bright blue flames.

Eries immediately rushes back to her home, and finds both of her moms dead, but is unable to find Clover at all. In the burning ruins of her home, Eries finds a journal written in Deep Speech, and a letter written by her Momma, which reads "They're looking for you, Eries, and please save Clover."

Many of the people from Eries' village went missing after the attack. It's a miracle her mothers' bodies were recoverable.

Eries didn't stick around Silterra for long after that. The village was in ruins, it became uninhabitable. She later learned that it was the Lich King who carried out the attack, a servant of the Vulture, the God of the Dead, who fell from grace centuries prior. Being the reigning champion over Death, the Lich King had become more powerful over the years, amassing an army of the undead. It was likely that many of the missing people from Silterra had been turned into undead soldiers.

Not long after leaving Silterra, Eries pledged herself to The Raven Queen, the Goddess of Death, with the goal of becoming a Paladin within Her Court. Eries traveled around Inyoni for about four years as a healer and mercenary, while also doing what she could to learn about the Lich King and try to figure out Clover's whereabouts. After about 3 years, she became convinced Clover was either dead or undead, and became less diligent on her search, only falling further into helping others as a substitute.

After helping an older woman recover from a mild illness, Eries was paid in a strange coin which bore the insignia of the Kingdom of Maya, and called for any adventurer to come to the castle to speak with the King himself. Curious, Eries decided to investigate.

[1-800-roflmao]

Oh look, a new tribute oc for Muertostale. His name is Akuji and he was originally a moss protection doll. Sadly, the blessing placed on him was done improperly, resulting in him cursing his charges, rather than protecting and shielding them.

Name: Akuji, means "dead and awake"

Role: Tribute, Reserve-On Call Reaper

Herald: Adopted Kevin <this wil be explained>

Reaper: Technically Ludo, but if you back from there, Rivet

Weapon: Moss Vines, Hammer, Bindings

Bullets: Flat Head Nails

Magic Color: Pale Gold

Inventory: Patch from Ludo <adds defense, offsets bad luck>, Mask

Special Affect:

Bad Luck Charm... Those who spend too much time around him tend to be plagued with terrible fates and circumstances. <Offset by Ludo's Patch... Congrats! You won't die! Or be maimed atleast!>

*This guy was adapted from a short story I'm working on.

Muertostale is an UT AU created by @kalquinn

[triskelion-soda]

Main oc's list

This is just a list of my main oc's, idk why I'm doing this but whatever. This doesn't include all of my oc's, because I have tons and tons of other oc's that I have, these are just the main ones with actual stories and such. This also doesn't include fandom oc's. I might explain them more in detail one day when I actually post them all here. BTW not all of them are related to eachothers stories.

Please note, a lot of my oc's stories have sensitive themes, including but not limited to: Abusive parents, self harm, depression, suicide, murder, etc. Please be careful!

EDIT: Seperated into sections for different universes/stories!

No More Happy Endings:

Adryel - Prince (well, technically king) of the cruel alien species the Axaloids, who convert humans into their own kind via breaking and killing them with the power of mental illness, residing on planet Chanotex. Overdramatic, show-offy, and incredibly bloodthirsty and sadistic. Almost always smiling.

Akuji - Impatient Axaloid who has a complicated relationship with Prince Adryel. She's incredibly impatient, irritable, and far too emotional for an average Axaloid. She both loathes and fears Adryel.

Kaarix - Human formerly known as Kate converted into an Axaloid by Akuji. However, Akuji didn't 'prepare' her properly for conversion, and as a result, she is incredibly deformed by axaloid standards, sometimes remembers her human life, and gets incredibly emotional or disobeys orders. She has the mindset of a teenager, and can be a bit nervous.

Human story:

Eden Fletcher - An easily flustered, nervous young man who is quite feminine, and rather timid. He has anxiety, paranoia, and PTSD from an abusive father as well as being kidnapped by Axel Monroe (mentioned further down the list). He is currently in a relationship with Vincent Aster (OC belonging to my friend Andy!).

Edric Michael Taylor - A tired, playful guy learning from his past mistakes. He used to be a not-so-nice guy, and bullied Eden in school, however he is improving as a person. He plays guitar, sings, and makes his own music under the alias Edric Green. He has depression and insomnia, is extremely hopeless in love and is very very single.

Anthony 'Ant' Taylor - Adopted brother of Edric, Ant works as a principle in a local school. His pregnant wife, Melissa, was murdered by Axel, and he is recovering. He and Edric are thick as thieves, and even have matching tattoos on their backs.

Douglas 'Doug' Christopher Morgan - Originally, a laid back and friendly man. But, after things went awry in his life and he got, long story short, turned into a murderer at the hands of Axel and The Superintendent, he's become violent and cruel. Apart from all his struggles, Doug is extremely thirsty and flirtatious and often teases Axel, whom he lives with.

Axel Monroe - A mysterious murderer, often seen wearing a mask. He is wilfully cruel to other people and enjoys putting pain unto others, be it mental or physical. He likes to keep a low profile, and is rather intelligent. However, he is not physically that strong and he is also incredibly easily flustered, especially by Douglas, who he has some...complicated feelings about.

The Superintendent - A lumbering, unnamed alien who was abandoned by her family on Earth after she was born with several critical defects both physically and mentally. They abandoned her on Earth out of shame and she has a goal to use or slaughter as many earthlings as she can so that her people notice her and take her back. She has the ability to control curses, both in objects and people, and is one of the main reasons why Douglas is a murderer today, however, she has since been apparently murdered also, ironically also by Douglas.

Azariah Pierre - Former girlfriend of Douglas whom he murdered. Azariah was very loving and silly, and enjoyed reading and journalling. She didn't notice what was wrong with Douglas until it was too late, and he feels immense guilt over killing her.

Juniper 'June' Ruby Blaine - A goofy and loveable autistic teenage girl who is friendly and fun. She enjoys being with her small, comfy group of friends, swimming, and scrapbooking.

Hellbent Casino:

Chancellor Lincoln AKA Sir Genesis - in an alternate, slightly more advanced world, Chancellor is a cyborg who rebuilt himself after he realised that human society was 'stagnating'. He runs a casino which is entirely serviced by robots or cyborgs, however the casino is merely a disguise for his behind-the-scenes endgame; to turn the entire world into robots and cyborgs, as he believes them to be better.

Silas Chaplin - TV-headed robot working as a bartender at the casino. One of Chancellor's earlier attempts at a robot with more sentience and personality, he is a bit glitchy, with a glitched eye as well as a rather 'shocking' accidental ability to zap people with electricty. He is over-the-top and foolhardy, rather fond of his boss, to the point of almost sucking up to him, and enjoys teasing and irritating his coworker, Everard.

Everard Elziar - Another TV-headed casino robot, a bouncer and general guard. He is rather hotheaded and easily infuriated, however tries (to varying degrees of success) to keep this down in order to not anger his boss. He's rather materialistic and serious, liking to keep everything in line and having no tolerance for foolish people or troublemakers. He believes Chancellor's goal is good however has some questionable tactics, and cannot stand the annoyance of his coworker Silas.

Byzik AKA 'BIT' - Bit is a general assistance robot who assists anyone who requires it and provides general information, directions, etc. He is very peaceful and friendly, believing that everyone deserves respect, even those of questionable intentions. He vows not to hurt anyone, however, he has a mode that can be activated by Chancellor that "turns off" his desire to be kind and allows him to 'eliminate' disturbances, which upsets him afterwards.

T.E.R.A - a robot who works solely behind the scenes as a scientist, assistant, and technician, alongside Chancellor. She has less emotions and self-awareness than other robots in the casino, however she is not completely void of such things, and sometimes wonders what it would be like to have more emotions or even be human.

Another very WIP character who is a human and sides with T.E.R.A to get inside info.

Heaven's Advocate/general fantasy universe:

Amator - In a seperate alternate world where all your wildest fantasy dreams are true, Amator is a minor deity of love, affection and relationships. He is relatively young in God terms and often finds himself pairing up people just for fun, rather than for the betterment of their lives or helping them find soulmates, much to the dismay and disapproval of his peers.

Athene - Main Goddess of warfare, perserverance, hope and bonds. She sometimes acts as a mentor to Amator, trying to teach him to be less childish and make less impulsive decisions.

Chaos - God of the void, the first being in existence to be created. A massive tentacled being with the ability to change its size. Not much is known about him outside the world of the Gods, and not many know if he is good or evil, however he is known to be extremely stubborn. You will not be able to change his mind once he has made a decision and god forbid you if you try.

Cassius Abalos Sistrurus - A naga/snake-person merchant and trader who has their own shop in a desert town. They also travel from place-to-place, selling goods and purchasing shiny things. They sell trinkets and objects said to have good value or even magic ability. Although they may seem intimidating at first, Cassius is good-hearted and actually relatively small and weak in comparison to other naga, who they actively avoid.

Lotus Lagunov - A half-human, half-water-nymph shark-like girl who ran away from her parents at a young age. She lives around a seaside town, where she met her now-lover, Yuuko. She is quite outgoing and childish, often acting reckless and doing dangerous things for fun, where she needs Yuuko to reel her in a bit.

Yuuko Ziyamiya - A solemn, sword-wielding Avian (relatives of bird-people hybrids, but with only bird wings) who was quite aloof and serious until she met Lotus. She can be overprotective and unwilling to do anything outside of her comfort zone, and Lotus helps her to 'loosen up' and be more relaxed and have more fun.

Other:

Gizmo - A very tall and lanky genderless clown who does all they can to make other people happy and cheer them up. They are quite loud, outgoing, and overbearing. They would do anything to make people happy, which can result in them going to rather extreme lengths to do so...

if you read all of this you have issues /j

nah but ty for reading all of this and i hope to post my oc's here sometime in the future :)

[gallopingbear]

Also... would it be ok for someone to maybe visit and help a friend of mine with learning how to read and count... i wanna help him too

That would be possible, yes... where do they hail from? - Miriam

Earth. technically

earthy boys... Akuji will like that. - Zane

mhm... - Drench

Or he'll sigh and be all "oh woe is me, more work!" - Loxo

nah he'd be chill, he's still got help. - Elliot

>:p - Loxo

[Leaf is chatting to someone quietly over a phone that is so so small in his hand]

yea... just a check in.. nono it's nice i promise... that'd be great, thank you :]

[Wurm is up and about, mostly messing with small trinkets around the room, sticking sticky notes up and repositioning things.]

[seizethecringeofproduction]

New Years - Saints Row Fanfic

Featuring: @kiyumiakuji @shuyaakuji @hirokiakuji & @tomoyukiakuji

Is a Ronin Centric Fic; Contains a bit of trolling at the start

2008/1/1 | 8:30 AM

The cool winter breeze flowed gently through the streets of Tokyo throughout New Years’ Day 2008, the first day of January as well as the new year. Even though the sun was just now rising over the western horizon, the city had never been asleep for a second - traffic was still bumper to bumper while the streets themselves were littered with crowds of people walking here and there, be it to their place of work or just to some hangout spots. True that some spots were not as busy as others, but no matter where one went it was still Tokyo. Flashing signs and billboards littered the streets and the sides of the various tall buildings - from high rises to skyscrapers, delivering advertisements to viewers which ranged from the mundane to the far more known wacky if not eccentric type; especially popular were those for that new game show, the one with that pink cat professor that was taking the country by storm.

However, it wasn’t fun, games and heavy traffic for everyone in Tokyo that morning. Case in point being the rather dull boardroom of Tatsubishi - a conglomerate based in the metropolis that is best known internationally for their automobile manufacturing and distribution; ranging from SUVs, Trucks, Cars, Motorcycles and extending even to the likes of helicopters, airplanes and more, it was a name that plenty of people throughout the world would have least heard one time in their lives. What may not be as widely known about it however was the fact that the entire corporation had a rather insidious darker side - seeing as how it was the front for the dreaded Yakuza Oyabun known as Kazuo Akuji. The man was known and feared throughout all of Japan as not only one of the most ruthless businessmen, but also one of the most brutal Yakuza leaders. The crimes which are alleged to be traced back to him are among the most horrifying in Japan’s history, many bodies mysteriously found in rivers throughout Honshu are said to be of those who wronged him. That is, if there’s even a body at all. With a decade spanning career in both the business and criminal worlds, Kazuo is as respected as he is feared. His name instills both honor and dread into those who hear it, as one most certainly does not want to hear it outside of a positive context. 

Though it was no secret that the man was not getting any younger. Many debated just how old he was, but regardless of the specific age he was old. Most knew only that he was at least late 70’s or early 80’s.  While most of his body, hidden beneath his blazer suit, was littered with innumerous tattoos befitting an oyabun of his caliber, the parts of him that were visible to the naked eye were still very much wrinkled. He seemed to look both perpetually irritable as well as tired - and to be fair, much of the time that would be considered an accurate description of his mood. His hair, long ago a rich shade of black was long since greyed. He still had a full head of it, but it had receded some since the bloom of his youth. While most of his body had seemingly taken a withered and somewhat frail appearance, he was still nevertheless considered to be a mighty swordsman - more than capable of defeating even a much younger man in battle even in spite of the fact his joints would very likely give him hell not long afterwards. 

Point was though, he was in the evening of his life. Soon, would be the eternal night. The only surprise left for a man his age. Sitting at the head of the board room with all of his underbosses sprawled about before him, all he saw were men who a few decades ago were introduced to him as the young sons of those who sat before them. Granted, these men themselves were not spring chickens either - most of them were at least in their 30’s or 40’s and at most in their 60’s, but all of them had in common the fact their one and only oyabun during their lives was none other than Kazuo - the man sitting before them on that very day. 

Thinking over this fact with a contemplative sigh, he realized one thing that had been on his mind for the past 18 years. That the day he had long since been waiting for had finally arrived. It was time for his own next in line.

As he stood up, he didn’t need to make any sound at all. The entire room of underbosses and bodyguards fell entirely silent - all eyes instinctively turning to Kazuo himself as he moved, his eyes scanning the entire room to ensure their attention before he even began speaking. Not even a cough was made, nor a sip of tea. Any such disrespect would have been grounds for very swift ‘discipline’. Cupping his hands behind his back once the silence of the room was truly deafening, only then did the old man finally speak what was on his mind:

“Gentleman, this has been a very pleasant meeting. I am very proud of the work you have all done over the previous year - the clan has grown ever more honored as it is feared throughout Japan. I have been the oyabun of this organization for longer than most others of my rank have been alive; let alone operating free of imprisonment. I have seen as many of you and your fathers go as I have the winter change into spring, and spring into fall. I have fought in wars, I have married, I have had three children and three grandchildren. I have turned my clan into one of the most powerful and influential not only in our corporate world - but in our criminal world as well.” he then had a particular pause as he finally arrived to the true point of his speech, “However…” he said, “I have come to the decision that there will be more changes this year than simply the succession of my subordinates; I myself will be stepping down as your oyabun.”

His words elicited many wide eyes from all of his underbosses, as well as chills echoing down their spines. Even the famed - and bald - swordsman Jyunichi, standing right behind the old man, was surprised to hear the words. While none of them said anything, they looked at each other in bewilderment, their discussions being as silent as the room itself when Kazuo wasn’t talking. Only when he began speaking again did their attention sharply turn back to him.

“I know that this change is most unprecedented, but after many months - years even, of rumination over it, I have come to the conclusion that it is for the best. My retirement shall be effective as of the first of this April, giving you the next four months to become adjusted to my chosen successor; my son.”

With one of Kazuo’s hands now gesturing towards the double doors used to enter the room, all eyes were promptly on said doors as they - as if on cue, flung open for just a few seconds as another figure entered the room. It was, of course, a young man. A very much younger man than Kazuo, though. In fact, the man was no older than 18 - just barely an adult.

Actually, he was technically 17, though only until April. That was not a coincidence.

His face was completely devoid of wrinkles, and his hair was entirely jet black and slicked back in a ‘respectful’ style. His body was slender - toned well by regular exercise. Even as he stood there dressed in a black blazer suit complete with black power tie that featured a golden dragon etched onto it’s ‘tongue’, while he vaguely looked like his father one would not have guessed their actual relation in a million years. Yet this baby faced, smooth skinned boy was in fact the oyabun’s son. All of the underbosses stood from the seats and promptly gave this late teenager his due respect by bowing in his presence as he walked to be right beside Kazuo - the son exchanging a respectful bow of his own to Kazuo, his father saying to him;

“My son, you have little idea of how long I have waited for this day to come. Counting only the years since you have been born, it has been only eighteen. But counting the years before, it has been since I first became oyabun.”

Looking to his father with the utmost respect, the son returned his sentiments:

“It is an honor to be your successor, father” he bowed again, “I will continue leading the clan to greatness, just as you have before me.”

“I know you will,” the old man replied, “I am the one who trained you. Now..” he then gestured towards one of the open chairs directly to the side of his own, “Let us sit and endure the rest of this meeting, my son.”

2008/1/1  | 1:55 PM

“So how’d it go?”

“Well, I’m going to be the oyabun as of April. Aside from that, most of it was uneventful; talking about finances and operations.”

“Hold on, you’re going to be the oyabun? That’s your birthday gift this year? All he ever gets me is money, literally just money!”

“Don’t worry, Shogo, you know you’re basically going to be my right hand man once I’m in that seat.”

“I know, Hiro, but still! You’re going to be the boss of the entire Akuji Clan!”

“I know, it’s a big responsibility, and an honor. That’s why he’s waiting until April to step down, he wants me to see how he handles things up close before making the switch completely. After that, I won’t have any training wheels.”

The two young men speaking along the side of a kinokuniya international shopping center, and in fact leaning against the walls of said store, were identical twin brothers Hiroki and Shogo Akuji - the sons of Kazuo. Hiroki being the one introduced as his successor mere hours before, though no longer dressed as prim and proper as he was before. He now had a pair of black jeans on rather than silk slacks, with his pants held up by a black leather belt with a dragon styled buckle. Over his smooth body was a yellow polo with a popped collar and white undershirt - and his hair was no longer slicked back but now worn down in a more spiked and ruffled style. His shoes were even exchanged for a pair of black tennis shoes, and around his neck was a golden ‘lucky’ 5 yen coin; all of these clothes and features were copied fully by his brother Shogo save for one - resting on Hiroki’s forehead was a pair of yellow designer sunglasses with black lenses, while on Shogo’s rested a pair of the same brand colored white. 

The two brothers stood in that parking lot in the early afternoon, leaning with their backs and one foot each on the wall of the store, the other feet on the concrete ground beneath them as they enjoyed this most casual conversation - the day around them being quite beautiful. The breeze was still very much a cooled winter wind, and the sky was cleared of clouds; it’s blue color joined with the light of the sun to illuminate the entire city of Tokyo in a vibrant and joyous form of brightness.

“Honestly, Hiro” Shogo spoke plainly to Hiroki, “I don’t think you even need those training wheels.”

Smirking, Hiroki gave Shogo a certain cocky look as he retorted:

“I see you’re already brown nosing.”

“No, I’m being serious,” Shogo answered back in a quick yet blunt tone, “You’re totally ready to handle the family business on your own. I mean, it’s basically what he prepared you for the entirety of your life..” and for a moment, Shogo bowed his head in a moment of sudden melancholy that his brother quickly noticed even as the younger twin muttered beneath his breath “Unlike me…”

Placing a hand onto Shogo’s shoulders, Hiroki spoke to his brother in a serious tone of his own:

“Shogo, you’re going to be my-”

“No, I’m not” Shogo interrupted Hiroki, walking away from the store wall, hands in his pockets before he took a deep breath and faced his twin again, “I’m leaving Japan after our birthday this year.”

“What?”

“I’m heading to America” the younger Akuji elaborated, “There’s this place that’s going through total anarchy right now after one of their previous gangs died off, I heard about it from eavesdropping this morning on one of father’s calls. It’s that place those people he wanted to buy parts from come from, I did some research and it’s prime real estate for gangs right now.”

“And you’re thinking of setting up your own gang there?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Wow” Hiroki bounced his brows a bit, remarking “And you did this all without consulting me? What happened to us doing everything together, brother?”

“Well, I hatched this plan during you and father’s meeting today and was gonna bring you into it like always, but…”

“It’ll be difficult while I am the oyabun.”

“Yeah….it would....”

The two brothers then shared deep breaths, sighs. The realization that things were changing between them wasn’t an easy pill to swallow, often Hiroki was all Shogo had through his youth - seeing as how Kazuo would often leave Shogo alone while he spent time with Hiroki, and their sister being a teen girl at the time was not interested in giving her younger brothers much company. After their mother died, Shogo came to cherish the times when Hiroki was with him, allowing him to escape from the fact that Kazuo all but neglected his existence save for when it was time to be mad at him or berate his lifestyle choices. Yet now the brothers were growing up, and while Shogo would love to rule the family organization at his brother’s side - he also wanted to spread his own wings and make a name for himself,rather than only live in Hiroki’s shadow. Perhaps in time, their father would be proud of both of his sons rather than only his first.

Yet still, they were brothers. Though it hurt both of them to an extent, they both understood each other’s needs and desires - though it was hard for him to fully understand, Hiroki understood without being told what Shogo desired more than anything else. Approaching him and placing a hand to his shoulder, the older twin said:

“Well, brother, I look forward to working with you and your gang, even from a few thousand miles away.”

Smiling at his brother giving his approval and nodding as he patted Hiroki on the shoulder as well:

“Thanks, Hiro.”

“Of course, Sho” Hiroki replied, “Besides, lord knows we both need to move out of that crazy house.”

“Speak yourself” Shogo answered before replying with a rejuvenated cocky tone, “If I were, I’d tell Kiyumi to buy her own place and kick her ass out as soon as I get the chance. That place is pretty bitching.”

Smirking and even nodding as he genuinely imagined the scenario which his brother planted into his head, Hiroki’s only response was an agreeing:

“That is also an idea.”

The two brothers then shared a laugh with each other at that moment as they both looked out to the streets surrounding them, as well as all of the people walking and driving about who paid them no mind at all. Shogo couldn’t help but remark:

“To think” he quipped, “You can become the oyabun, but you take an hour on Pumpkin Hill.”

“Oh shut up, ‘How was I supposed to know about the air necklace’.”

“Well, at least we both kinda suck at Yakuza, I guess,” Shogo laughinly confessed, “Though I’m pretty sure I beat the first game before you did.”

“Only because we shared a save file and it happened to be your turn at the time, Sho!”

“Fair enough, but you know one thing I know for a fact you can’t beat me at?”

“What?”

“Getting back on my bike first!” Having been looking right towards him and his brother’s parked kanedas right by the sidewalk on the other side of the avenue road facing them - right in front of a building they liked to refer to as ‘MaxMara’ due to the sign on the front of it. Shogo then darted right towards his - the one that was silver colored with etched in dragon decals and accents of glowing yellow lights throughout it’s form. Hiroki’s was of course, golden colored. 

Accepting his brother’s offer for a race, Hiroki soon darted right after him:

“Alright, but you know that getting on is only the first leg of the race!”

“You’re on!”

Managing to quickly break into a sprint as he crossed the street, Hiroki was able to catch up to Shogo in a surprising amount of time as they ran through the parking lot with youthful vigor, Hiroki’s last words before he would have overtaken Shogo being:

“I’m catching up to you, Shogo!”

“Not anymore, Hiro-”

BAM

All it took was a single moment

The loud echoing sound of a gunshot from a tall building located just across the street from the store could be heard from some feet away, though the form of the gunman could only be seen fleeing the rooftop for but a fraction of a second. By the time he had actually heard the shot itself, Shogo had just planted his body down onto his kaneda - and excitedly proclaimed victory:

“Ha!” he laughed, “I won leg 1! Get ready to….Hiro?” the first thing Shogo noticed was that his brother was neither on his bike, nor standing behind him. Instead, much to the younger brother’s horror, he was laying on the ground - a pool of blood forming on the concrete just beneath his head. The left side of Hiroki’s head was marred by what looked like a line of flesh and hair torn right open, with the tip of his left ear being blasted clean off. Blood was absolutely covering the entire left side of his head, though also along the ground were chunks of what was no doubt his skull bone. Despite the occasional twitch, it was clear that Hiroki was not conscious by any stretch of the word - and just looking at the scene, Shogo feared the absolute worst.

“Hiroki!” Without any hesitation at all, Shogo ran towards his brother and almost tripped onto the ground once he knelt down close to him at the speed he had been going. With one hand he scooped up his brother’s head while the other tried to shake Hiroki’s head, desperately trying to just get his brother’s eyes to open; “Hiroki! Wake up! Wake the fuck up, Hiroki!” he couldn’t help but then lash out at the crowd forming around him, “What are you looking at?! Why are you just standing there?! Someone call the fucking ambulence!”

Looking at Hiroki’s face at this moment, in broad daylight, Shogo could see not only the coat of blood dripping from the side of his own brother’s head, but also the heartbreaking fact that his brother was not making any response at all. Whatever he was, he was not asleep. Tears formed from Shogo’s eyes as he realization was striking him oh so hard:

“Don’t die on me, Hiroki” he said while trying and failing to hold his tears back, “Don’t you fucking die on me, Hiro!”

Shogo was able to overcome his tears for long enough to call medical professionals himself, though he shook as he dialed the number - cursing every time he accidentally dialed them incorrectly. He wasted very little time in yelling the moment he had the operator on the line:

“Get the fuck over here! My brother was fucking shot in the head by some, by some fucking assassin or hitman or something! Get over here now, he’s bleeding to fucking death!”

“Okay, okay, sir, I need you to tell me where-”

“I’m, we’re, by the curb on Aoyama-dori Avenue!” Shogo tried to speak more calmly, though he still was in an incredibly frantic tone, “Right in front of that building with the MaxMara sign on it, you know, the Mar’s building! Just, get here fucking quick before he dies!”

“Okay, sir, we have ambulances heading for your location right now, but I need you to please try to remain calm-”

“Remain calm?! My brother is dying in my arms right now!”

“I understand sir, but it will be best for both of you in this situation. I suggest please finding some kind of tourniquet to slow or stop the bleeding-”

Before the lady on the other end even finished, Shogo quickly gasped as he realized he had completely forgotten that. Without even thinking he removed his polo shirt, leaving his body dressed only in the white sleeveless shirt he had underneath. He didn’t care about any of that though, how he looked for once was last on his priorities list - instead he just tied his polo tightly as he could around his brother’s head, desperately trying to do anything he could to slow down the bleeding. He could see the deep stains forming across the fabric even while still tying and tightening it - and it was a hard sight for him to look at. He was no stranger nor fearful of blood, but he was also not ready to watch his brother die. Just beginning to hear the sirens approaching, he looked in their direction with a renewed sense of relief as he said to Hiroki:

“It’s alright, Hiro, I’m not gonna let you die. They’re gonna have you up and walking in no time, I know they will. They have to...you’re gonna wake up...you hear me? You’re gonna wake up…”

Please wake up….

F-Father!

Shogo? Why are you calling me. How much do you need me to pay to get you out of your problem now?

This isn’t anything to do with me, father!

Then what is it Shogo?

It’s Hiroki...he’s in...he was...he’s in the hospital right now!

….

Which hospital?

2008/1/1 11:30 PM

 There was a most uncomfortable silence in the hospital room on the night of January 1st, the day of the fateful gunshot. Hiroki now had proper bandages across his head, a respiratory mask across his mouth and IV’s in his veins to keep him alive - though his eyes remained closed in what only looked like the purest and most silent of sleeps. Kazuo himself sat in a chair right beside his bed, gazing at Hiroki’s motionless form with a look that had innumerous emotions running through it at once. The chief among them being shock, grief and utter rage. From the moment he had finally gotten it out of Shogo what happened, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind what had happened - he knew exactly who did this. Who would target his heir in broad daylight like this, killing him in one of the most dishonorable ways imaginable; on a holiday no less. 

He repeated the name many times in his head…

Wong.

Wong was the only person Kazuo could think of who not only had a motive, but also the willingness to strike that which Kazuo prized the most. As much as the oyabun understood very well why Hiroki was targeted, he had neither sympathy nor tolerance for it. Watching solemnly as Hiroki fought with all he could to stay alive, it was a sight that no father wished to see in their lives. It was a sight that made Kazuo’s blood boil knowing in his heart and mind who was responsible, wanting nothing more now than to see Wong be put into the ground for this transgression. 

With every beeping of Hiroki’s heart monitor, Kazuo’s rage grew beyond his own expectations. Put bluntly, it would be within Wong’s best interests - if one were to ask Kazuo, if Hiroki made a full recovery. 

So far however, none of the doctors or nurses were confident in the chances of that happening.

Seated across from Kazuo in the room, the scene was not much different. Shogo waited, covered across his arms and torso in the now dried blood of Hiroki from earlier. His eyes were wide in fear, and body shaking. He could hear the beeping of the heart monitor on account of the door being opened, and was deathly afraid that any moment soon he would hear it flatline. Only by a miracle did that not happen yet. Sitting next to him was the rest of the immediate family - that is to say his older sister and her children. Jyunichi was standing guard by the open door.

As for the sister sitting next to Shogo, Kiyumi was a 25 - going on 26 in February, year old woman. She has been described before as the spitting image of her late mother, though very unlike her in personality. Her hair was long and straightened, and her slender, figured and beautiful young body was dressed in a golden dress - with matching heels and a black designer leather jacket to cover herself in the winter cold. She only looked so fashionable and had makeup one because she was out shopping at the time of Kazuo furiously calling her. Sleeping on either side of her lap were her youngest children, Tomoyuki and Mitsuko. A boy and girl respectively, twins of four years old, to be five in June. On the far side of the bench, next to his younger sister, was Kiyumi's first born - her 9 year old son Shuya, though he will be 10 come November. While not asleep like his siblings, he still sat there surprisingly quietly; largely on account of being bored and increasingly tired. 

Speaking of which, that was a reason why eventually Kiyumi quietly stood up - waking up her younger kids and prompting them to softly whine and rub their eyes as she walked towards Kazuo, softly whispering to her father:

“I mean no disrespect father, but my children should be returning home now; it’s getting late and school starts up again as soon as next monday.”

Kazuo first responded with a sigh, looking to Hiroki one last time before looking to his daughter;

“Go. I am not forcing you or them to stay. Just leave me in peace.”

Giving her father a respectful bow, she then turned back to her kids as she began walking towards the door - gesturing for them to follow her. Shuya got up first, followed by the younger two. However, it wasn’t long before Tomoyuki with another whine said to his mother:

“Mother, I have to pee, can I go before we leave?”

Followed not very long afterwards by his sister in a very similar manner:

“I have to pee too, mother!” she whined. Shuya rolled his eyes in annoyance, while Kazuo was too fixated on Hiroki. As such, Kiyumi centered her gaze onto Shogo as she spoke up just enough to grab his attention:

“Shogo” she said, he was at first startled because of his own mindful gaze being locked on Hiroki, though calmed once he realized it was his sister speaking to him as she continued with “Can you take Tomo to the bathroom while I handle Mitsu?”

At first, Shogo tried to deflect the order;

“Why don’t you just ask Jyunichi like you did a few hours ago?”

“Because Jyunichi is in the bathroom of his room right now” Kiyumi said, gesturing to the small room offered within the patient room itself. The door was currently closed. “He’s napping in it, since he needs to have as much energy as possible - father having assigned him to guard Hiroki 24/7, remember?”

“Oh...right…”

“Mother!” Tomoyuki whined again, this time a bit louder, “I really have to go!”

“Okay, okay” Shogo responded, standing up and taking the five year old’s hand, “I’ll take him.”

Leaving the room wasn’t easy for Shogo though, even with the preschooler basically leading him out. He still gave his brother one last look before he was back out in the hall, leading his nephew towards where he remembers the bathroom was. It must have been very weird for those few others in the hall at this hour to see a teenager with so much blood on him walking down the hall with a four year old in hand, let alone the mother so casually holding her daughter not far behind them, the eldest child trailing behind. Nevertheless, nobody said a thing about the sight. 

Upon reaching the bathrooms, Kiyumi led Mitsuko right inside of the ‘ladies’ bathroom - and Shogo did much the same in regards to the ‘men’s. There wasn’t really much to it, being a public restroom and all. The room was tiled from the floor to the walls, and while it attempted to match with the white and sterile look the rest of the building had - albeit with a bit more blue, it being a bathroom used by men it had its share of grime and dinginess. On one side of the room was a line of stalls followed immediately by urinals - opposite to the row of sinks on the other side, as well as mirrors.

“Alright, so, you do know how to use a urinal, right Tomo?”

“Mmhm!” Tomo nodded, not even having to be told to walk on over to any urinal and begin fidgeting with his pants. Shogo decided to let him handle his business on his own, and turned away towards the sinks. It was then that he was staring right back at himself in the mirror. At his brown eyes, still looking as though they were in shock - and sporting dark circles beneath themselves from how tired they were. The fact he only had his  white tank top on, with it being covered in blood - just as his hands and arms were. Normally, he would take pride in that - but knowing this was the blood of his own brother, he couldn’t help but freeze at the sight. Memories of just a few hours ago flashed again in his mind - cradling Hiroki’s head in his hand, wrapping his polo around Hiroki’s head to stop his bleeding, even the ride to the hospital in the back of the ambulance; staying at Hiroki’s side right up to this very moment. He could picture it all as if it was happening in that moment right before his eyes.

Taking a breath, Shogo approached one of the sinks and decided to at least wash the blood off of his arms and hands to the best of his ability. It wasn’t hard to do, but it was hard to look at. Seeing the blood flow off of his limbs with the knowledge of who it all belonged to, it made him stare not at the mirror but instead at his hands as if in a trance. Shogo was not normally like this, if this was anyone else he wouldn’t even be here - but this was his brother. Not some ordinary person, and not some clan member who happened to get bumped off in front of him. This was someone he actually cared about, and one of the only people in his entire family who he felt truly was there for him these past 17-18 years. Not only did he feel lost, but he also couldn’t help but to feel even colder than he actually was as he looked after his now cleaned hands, tuning out even the sound of the sink’s running water as he just silently gazed down onto his palms - in this moment unsure of what to do anymore. 

THUD

That sound, followed by the whine and cry of a small child, quickly diverted his attention. What he saw was something to no surprise, but too much irritation. Tomoyuki was on the ground, having been shoved into the wall of one of the stalls by none other than Shuya. Letting out a very irritated sigh, Shogo walked in between of the brothers - at which point Tomoyuki did manage to get up and hid behind Shogo’s legs for protection.

“Stop” Shogo said as firmly as he could, not having the patience for this right now, “Just, stop.”

Shuya was completely unmoved by Shogo’s tone of voice, and the words he said only egged his uncle on even more:

“He brought it on himself, he was taking too long to finish!”

“Kid, you can’t control how long you have to go” Shogo said, looking down at the petulant brat, “I get you’re tired and wanna go home, but have some fucking patience.”

“You mean like you did, waiting until this moment to become the next in line?” Shuya callously remarked with a smirk across his face as he watched Shogo’s reaction turn from annoyance into full anger, “I guess once we leave you’ll be sucking up to grandfather to seal the deal in?”

Shogo didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t even think. He only acted. His face now red with anger, his hands curled into a fist before he punched Shuya in the face. Shogo himself wasn’t the strongest person by any means, but Shuya being so smaller and even less of a fighter than him meant that the young boy was sent back - letting out a high pitched squeal as he fell to the floor, holding his eye in shock. Tomoyuki flinched at seeing the contact, having peered from behind Shogo’s leg. His mouth was actually agape as the reality of what Shogo did came over him; he froze, not knowing what to do in this situation. Shogo just looked down on Shuya with a face of silent rage, not feeling any regret at all for what he did - in fact, if anything he felt satisfaction over it.

Shuya, starting to immediately tear up as he held a hand over his now sore eye, sobbingly whined:

“I’m...I’m telling mother!” and with that, Shuya immediately ran out of the room - the door slamming behind him in his hurry. Only after it closed did Shogo realize what would likely happen now after what he just did, and let out a sigh. He then turned to Tomoyuki though, who had still been behind him up to this point - the boy flinched a little, but then Shogo in a softer tone asked him;

“You okay? No serious damage or anything?”

Shaking his head, the four year old replied “Nu-uh...I’m okay....”

“Okay” Shogo nodded, “Good.”

After a brief pause, and a bit of twiddling his fingers, Tomoyuki asked in a soft though concerned tone:

“Is….is Uncle Hiroki going to be okay?”

That was not a question Shogo was at all prepared to answer. He looked down at those big, innocent young eyes of his nephew for what felt like a while, desperately wanting to tell him ‘yes, duh’ yet knowing that he had no idea at all whether that was going to be the truth or not. Gulping and kneeling down to be level with Tomoyuki’s eyes, Shogo said the most truthful answer that he could:

“I hope so, Tomo. I really hope so.”

Tomoyuki without saying anything more than gave Shogo a hug, something which Shogo was not expecting - but he couldn’t help but feel a bit better. As ‘badass’ he wanted to pretend to be, he couldn’t deny that this sweet little moment made him feel at least the smallest bit better. Smiling for just a bit, he even patted the young boy on the back. It was a shame that this moment didn’t last longer than it did, because it was just as that face of his broke into that smile when it came crashing down.

Shouting from outside in the hall was the booming voice of his father:

“Shogo!” he yelled, “Attacking your own nephew?! Are you demented?! Must you shame me everywhere we go?! Get out here immediately!”

Shogo could only sigh.

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African Diaspora Protagonists

Since February is Black History Month I took a moment to compile this from my other lists.

Content Warnings: Brief mentions of rape and slavery.

African-American Men:

1954 Alcatraz (Joe)

50 Cent: Bullet Broof & Blood in the Sand (50 Cent)

Aliens Vs. Predator (2010 - Marine Campaign “Rookie”)

Assassin’s Creed: Freedom Cry

Bad Day L.A.

Blade & Blade 2

Crackdown

Crysis 3

Dead or Alive (Zack)

Def Jam Vendetta Franchise (Redman, Method Man, Ludacris & Nyne)

Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy (Tyler Miles is occasionally a playable character but he is still a secondary character for purposes of the story)

Freedom: Rebels In The Darkness (This game is about slavery)

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (C. J.)

House of the Dead: Overkill (Isaac Washington)

Killer7 (Garcian Smith)

Killer Instinct (T. J. Combo)

Left 4 Dead

Left of Centre ®(VN)(Yaoi)

Mass Effect Galaxy

Men of Valor (Dean Shepard)

Moonwalker (Michael Jackson)

Mortal Kombat (Jax)

Papa and Yo

Prototype 2

Resident Evil: Outbreak Franchise (Mark Wilkins, Jim Chapman)

Sanity: Aiken’s Artifact

Shadow Man Franchise

Sin Franchise (John R. Blade)

State of Decay (Marcus Campbell)

Street Fighter (Balrog)

Tekken (Bruce Irwin)

True Crime: New York City (Marcus Reed)

Unreal 2 (John Dalton)

The Walking Dead Season 1

Watchdogs 2 (Marcus Holloway)

African-American Women:

Bebe’s Kids

Black Closet

Call of Jurez: The Cartel (Kim Evans)

Catwoman (Based on the 2004 film staring Halle Berry)

Enter the Matrix (Niobe)

Freedom: Rebels In The Darkness (This is a game about slavery)

Garden Dash (Barb)

Hunter: The Reckoning (Samantha Alexander)

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream (Ellen - note she is a rape survivor and her story dwells on the rape)

Left 4 Dead 2 (Rochelle)

Mortal Kombat (Jacqui Briggs)

Romance is Dead (Madelaine “Maddie” Washington)

Rulers of Nations (First Lady Michelle Obama)

Rumble Roses (Aisha)

State of Chaos (Sam Hoffman)

Urban Chaos (D'arci Stern)

Virginia

The Walking Dead Season 2

The Walking Dead: Michonne

Afro Brazilian:

Tekken (Eddy Gordo & Tiger Jackson)

Afro-British:

Alien Isolation: The Trigger (DLC - Ricardo)

Street Fighter (Birdie - he was originally white in his first appearance and later changed, Dudley)

Team Fortress 2 (Demoman, technically Scottish)

Street Fighter (ThunderHawk, Sean Matsuda is Afro-Brazilian-Japanese)

Afro-Canadian:

Tekken (Raven)

Afro-French:

Remember Me

Creole:

Assassin’s Creed III: Liberation

Haitian:

Tropico 3 (François Duvalier)

Tropico 4 (François Duvalier)

Jamaican:

Age of Empires III: The Asian Dynasties

Street Fighter (Dee Jay)

Ambiguous:

Akuji: The Heartless (Voudoun themed)

Nachtigal

Silver Creek Falls

Starhawk (Emmett is clearly intended to be at least partly of African descent, but his background is never explicitly stated.)

Starship Inanna

Steel Harbinger (Miranda Bowen)

Virtua Fighter (Vanessa Lewis)

[fandomindulgences]

*S C R E A M S* THERE THEY ARE, MY BABIES!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!! BEAUTIFUL AND SILLY AND PRECIOUS, ALL IN ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

I love them.

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[c00kietin]

YOOOOO YOU ART IS SO COOL!!!! THE COLOURS!! THE STYLE!!!! THE CHARACTERS!!!!!

I hope the blue feline fella's doing okay though- I think they need to have a break and have a KitKat 😌/ref

CW FOR DEREALIZATION AND UNREALITY!!! STAY SAFE FOLKS!!

Close call....

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For the past few days I've been absolutely hit with the comic urge and this is the result :) some nice Rey lore <3

Im sure this is nothing. What do you mean that box looks evil? It's just a little quirky, I swear.