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OH HOOOOO MAN, MY EFFIN’ HOMIE

Wait though we gotta give say our graces..

Before the shining pedastal of these two cheeks.

non-sexual acts of dominance | accepting

Akihiko was outnumbered, cornered between that of the courtyard and the old persimmon tree. They seethed vitriol, their hands shaking as they yank him by the scruff. He could fight back, and he would have, had the fine print of his scholarship not been ripe in his mind: something about upholding a perfect record. No backyard scuffles, nothing that might land him in Kurosawa’s hot seat. 

He stood his ground long before they jumped him, allowed their first amateur punch to hit the high of his cheekbone. Their aim to break the face of a scrap of a kid with a boxing career and a newfound trust fund was met with a broken hand and some choice words. He could take a few body blows, a kick to the solar plexus. Street brawls were nothing new in his youth, but when a thick glob of choice spit dribbles down the length of his chin, so wanes his patience. 

He’s about to bolt, to run the kid down, to beat him within an inch of his life, until his brother shows to throw the first punch. That silhouette was known, his fighting style consisting of a hulking frame and barely contained power. The gang withers, knowing the reputation of the damage two brothers could bring, but that doesn’t stay his hand from tackling the kid amidst the chaos.

Once, twice, again and again. The rest of the crowd had ran when the blood started to coat his gloves but he’s seeing red and nothing matters more than the rancid taste of shame on his tongue. 

Shinjiro is the first to act, pulling him hard by the back of the coat. Suddenly he’s more concerned with breaking free, than he is the rat gone scurrying back to his little entourage. Akihiko drops his hands to his knees, winded, as they both catch their breath. 

“ I’m sorry, I– ” 

The second punch to come that day, was not by some two-bit punk, but by another who knew not to tuck his thumb. All that unbridled power, saved for one last hit that made his nose run red. He coughs away the sting in his eyes. 

He barks something about ‘you almost killed the guy’ and ‘save it for the ring,’ but the booming in his ears stopped him from listening even if he wanted to.

Really, Shinjiro Aragaki was just sorry he didn’t come sooner.

Ask a Blue Dude // accepting.

✼ - Do you think the character/characters you role play as reflect who you are?

Shockingly enough, not as much as ya might think. I can relate to him being quiet unless spoken to and pretty impulsive on occasion, but I don’t have that “don’t speak to me” vibe he’s got going on at first. Plus, I can’t even begin to think of what ten years of emotional death is like, man. What draws me to the guy is how interesting his journey is from Dead Inside to the Second Coming of Christ, not how much I can empathize with him.

I mean, holy hell—thank God I can’t empathize with him fully. That’d be some shit.

✵ - Are there any other fandoms you’d like to approach?

It’s not so much “approach” as it is “go back to.” I wanna swing back into the Final Fantasy fandom and torment everyone with everyone’s favorite shiny golden monkey, for starters. Speaking of monkeys—my drive to go back to my old Goku blog has been pretty strong too. Since the last arc of Super finished, actually. (The upcoming movie ain’t helping alleviate this. At all.)

And! And. With DMC5 on its way, my muse for Dante skyrockets by the fuckin’ day. I promised myself I’d take things slow tho, so I haven’t really capitalized and gone back to either of those blogs yet. I might soon, though. Depends on how I feel about juggling more than one blog again.

☘ - Wildcard! Ask the mun anything you’re interested in finding out.

Thankfully, I ghostwrote the movies (it’s true—ask Bri and Kona), so all they really did in the long run was confirm some long-running headcanons I had. That ain’t to say my portrayal hasn’t changed since they came out, though. For one, I like to think I made Makoto a lot less mean compared to how I wrote him when I started. 

As for major changes to the way I wrote Makoto after the movies became a thing, I can think of two:

Before movie #4, I had him change his mind about killing Ryoji right before he was gonna do it. Then the bridge scene in the movie happened and I ended up liking it a whole lot, so I changed it to follow the movie instead.

The bike. Anyone who’s known me for a long time knows that the bike is my fuckin’ brand. Ever since it showed up in that trailer, I incorporated it into a whole bunch of shit. M…ostly dumb shit, but there’s been two serious threads and a drabble I made that had it. I never in a million years would’ve seen the bike scene coming, and I love that the writers made it a thing. ‘Cause that opened doors for me, man.

“Stop...”

I SAID I WASN’T ACCEPTING | DAMN U GUYS

Reading this deadass made me tear up! So, thanks for nothing, I guess! 

ggod the akihiko to fit you?? Now that really is an honor I doubt I’m even worthy of. If I’m the so-called ‘glue’ of a p3 rpc then you’re the cool uncle that comes around for christmas and fucks off for the rest of the year, but not before leaving with the best present ever. Seriously it is such a goddamn treat to see you. I feel like we’ve been friends for years without barely talking. 

You also raise a good point: we’ve literally never written together to 5 years what’s up… with that… lmao. I rarely even get to write with Shinjiros these days so when (and if) that comes it’s going to be a real treat. I look forward to whatever you’re about to dish out. hah. ha. gottem.  We could even plot it out a bit if you want…

Images of what happened on October 4th never fails to flash in his mind whenever the date arrives on the calendar. It was the first time he saw someone perish right before his eyes since the Moonlight Bridge incident-- where his own parents bit the dust.