BSD Characters and their Real Prototypes Port Mafia:
1. Ryuunosuke Akutagawa — Japanese writer, a classic of the new Japanese literature. Known for his short stories and novels. The style of his works was mostly casual and uncomplicated. Akutagawa suffered from mental disorders. One of his famous stories is ‘The Gate of Rashyomon’ (Rashyomon)
2. Chuuya Nakahara — Japanese poet and translator of French poetry of symbolism in Japanese. Is one of the most important poets of Japan of the XX century. Nakahara led bohemian lifestyle. He wrote in the style of tanka but he adhered to the Western canons of versification. Known for his 'Songs of Old Days’ (For the Tainted Sorrow)
3. Odasaku Sakunosuke (Oda Sakunosuke) — Japanese writer. He is often grouped with Dazai Osamu and Ando Sakaguchi. His characters often didn’t fit in what were traditionally considered appropriate forms, either in their frank humanness or in their stubborn individuality. Also wrote radio drama scenarios. Wrote many critical essays. Known for his 'Stories of Osaka Life’ (Flawless)
4. Ichiyo Higuchi — Japanese writer. Became famous as the author of short stories about the life of ordinary people. Known for her 'Life in the Wilderness’, 'Thirteenth Night’
5. Motojiro Kajii — writer, the author of two dozen autobiographical stories and several dozen student sketches. Kajii was called a representative of the genre of ego-fiction, as well as the author of poetry in prose. The only book published during his lifetime was 'Lemon’ (Lemon Bomb)
6. Ryuro Hirotsu — novelist. In his works he revealed the depths of human life. The heroes of his works belonged to the lower social classes that was suffering from poverty. Known for his short story 'Black Lizard’ (Falling Camellia)
7. Michizo Tachihara — Japanese poet and architect. Michizo struggeled to find a way for an urban poet to root himslef in traditional customs and still be 'modern’. He wrote openly about his feelings and was in his heart, allowing his verse to be both uncontaminated and genuine. Known for his 'Of Dawn, Of Dusk’
8. Ogai Mori — Japanese writer, critic and translator. By profession, a military doctor. His name is associated with emrgence and development of romanticism in Japan. Known for his works 'The Dancer’, 'Bubbles on the water’ and 'Messenger’ (Vita Sexualis)
9. Koyo Ozaki — Japanese writer. Mainly wrote historical novels. The language of his works was considered as conversational. He protested against the capitalist system. Known for his works 'The love confession of two nuns’, 'Fragnant Headboard’, 'Three Wives’ (Golden Demon)
10. Kyusaku Yumeno — was the pen name of the early Showa period author, Sugiyama Taido. He wrote detective novels and is known for his avant-gardism and his surrealistic, wildly imaginative and fantastic, even bizzare narratives. Known for his 'Love After Death’, 'Hell in a Bottle’, 'Terrifying Tokyo’ (Dogra Magra)
:0 What roles do the Eastern bros have? Or is that a little surprise for the future ;) ?
oh god yes thank you, ok, so while the frame story is a super cliche undercover cop drama, it wouldnt be an eastern promises mafia au if the bulk of the narrative didnt rest on the eastern criminal underground. once america infiltrates the vory v zakone and befriends finland/poland/lithuania, he finds himself digging into a decade-long cold case (which france, england’s ex-partner, quit the force over and joined the press for) which ends up reuniting a lot of folks and unraveling some serious bad blood
♔ the far east ♔ three families (china, japan, and south korea) that specialize in contraband, extortion, and high-level government corruption. don’t fuck with them; only they get to fuck each other up. oh, hong kong is a spoiled heir who is probably (totally) england’s snitch/dealer
♔ the near east ♔ a rag tag group of ex-criminals who moonlight as a trauma clean-up crew after retiring from a life of hard crime. they know everyone and everyone knows them, and everyone owes them favours (turkey has the bulgarians by the balls and greece was italian muscle). now, they mostly fuck around on the antiquity black market and gamble on weekends with the nordics (who run a bail bond agency, because, yes, this is also a prison au)
♔ the east ♔ america’s (initial) target. russia, belarus, and ukraine are royalty and untouchable after forcing the asians into an alliance. america starts getting in deep when he befriends poland (tattoo artist), lithuania (informant-advisor), and finland (low-level associate drifter), and tries to play hero. poland and lithuania just want out of this life, but finland’s the dark horse and nobody knows what the fuck he’s gunning for
Causal Young Hanzo and Casual D.va for Anime Destiny and Yakuza Hanzo with Mafia D.va for Kraken con and both times we run into a McCree so of course we simply had to have a picture of D.va taking a selfie with her gay uncles haha.
I’m so glad that we keep finding McCrees to take pictures with.
An AU where Sebastian is a mafia leader and Vincent Phantomhive is the officer leading the investigation to catch said leader, plus Ciel is Sebastian’s boyfriend who doesn’t even know what his boyfriend does in secret. So everyone is taken by surprise when Vincent finally catches him and finds out that he was his son’s lover all along. Not knowing what to do, he calls his son and tells him to come to the station ignoring Sebastian’s protests, after Ciel realizes everything he surprises them all when he states a couple of days later that he still loves Sebastian. And so now, Sebastian has to figure out a way to protect Ciel and keep him safe especially since he likes jumping into his mafia life every now and then.
Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader. Genre: Angst, Mafia life. Member: Jongup. Word Count: 2048. Description: What was it that made Jongup so determined to have you? Is it simple or more complicated than one could handle?
Jongup was never a social child, his nightmare was when his father would knock on the door to his playroom to tell him he had to greet his guests. He was the child that hid behind his father’s legs as he timidly looked up at the frightening men his father mingled with, his business partners Mr Moon told Jongup.
“It would be a shame for such a well known mafia to fall apart because of the next leader in line” Jongup was only four at the time and though he didn’t understand what that man was talking about, his words left an unhealable wound in Jongup’s heart, he spent forever thinking about it. Until he was seven years old and things started to make sense.
Why he didn’t get to go to school, why he didn’t get to go outside and play very often and why there were always such scary looking men visiting his father, everything began making sense to Jongup. And he figured out why he had to be the best, the best of the best, the top of the list and the person that sent a shiver down your spine just by hearing his name because you knew what he was capable of.
Because it would be a shame for his father’s mafia to fall into a pitiful pool of shame and embarrassment.
Not long after Jongup turned seven his father had taken him with him to work for the first time. Jongup was astonished, it was every little boy’s dream but so, so much worse, it was every little boy’s nightmare.
The guns were used in such malicious ways, so many of the men his father worked with had lost their sanity and their sense of humanity long before he was brought into the world by his mother. The sight of the main building sent shivers down his small spine and though his eyes were curious Jongup kept them to the floor to stop as much of it haunting him as he could.
When Jongup was eight years old he was forced to go to work with Mr Moon for the millionth time. Jongup just knew it was going to be another horror-filled day. I only his mother was here to protect him, he wished for her so desperately, with all his little heart, but she never came to his rescue, forcing him to follow his father out the front door of his house every morning.
Jongup was ready, he had pep talked himself as much as an eight-year-old could prep themselves. He was ready for the angry shouts, gunshots ringing in the air, the smell of cigarettes and angry men shouting everywhere he went. But when the car finally came to stop Jongup’s young mind was put into shock, it was a house, a simple, normal looking house and the person opening the door was calm, he was smiling a truly happy albeit nervous smile to his father.
“And this must be young Jongup, what a fine young man you’re growing into” His hair was ruffled and he looked at the owner of the hand, the man who opened the door in astonishment. This man was nice. This man showed no intentions of anything sinful, nothing harmful and nothing against the law.
Mr Moon’s hand on Jongup’s back pushed him into the house, rather gently, like he always was when none of his work partners were watching. Because if this was a work partner he wouldn’t dare touch his son in front of them.
He was told to take his shoes off like the polite guest he was and he looked up into the eyes of the house’s owner and the tall man smiled down at Jongup.
“My daughter Y/N is waiting in the lounge room, you are more than welcome to play with her” The man spoke and Jongup stood dumbfounded.
“Thank you, sir” He sputtered and bowed, and then he rushed to follow the adults into the lounge room. Jongup was waiting for it, a gun to be shown or angry shouts, it was only a matter of time before it would all start and the false atmosphere he felt would reveal what it truly was to him.
But there was no shouting, there weren’t even any weapons in sight, instead, just like the man had promised, a young girl sat tucked into her mother’s side shyly and there was coffee sitting in the kettle, ready to be poured for whoever wanted some. He could only stare, you weren’t brave enough at the time to look him in the eye. If Jongup knew he was shy than you were straight up antisocial.
“Y/N, would you like to show Jongup your toys?” Jongup hadn’t even realised he had spent the past however long it was staring, watching the shy figure in front of him with keen interest. You looked up at your mother and her question seemed to bring you out of your shell the tiniest bit. You presented a sweet smile to your mother, nodding before slipping from her arms and onto your feet.
You looked at Jongup expectantly, waiting for him to stand up and follow you to your room where all your toys were left waiting for you to play with them again.
“Go on son, I’m sure Y/N has lots of interesting toys to play with” Mr Moon gave Jongup a pat on the back with a chuckle and it was then that Jongup realised he was in fact yet to stand up.
“Jongup, come on” Your voice was so sweet, Jongup had never heard anything like it, he had never seen another child in the flesh for that matter, only ever staring at his TV in a daze as he dreamed of having a friend to call his own. You were holding your hand out, oh and how small it was. Jongup realised he was already so much bigger than you the moment he stood, shyly holding your hand and looking at his father as you pulled him away from the living room.
“These are my favourite toys!” You giggled, Jongup figured he liked that sound, the sound of having someone feeling a certain happiness with him, even if it were just for all the toys in the room.
“You have so many” Jongup gasped and you gave another bubbly laugh.
“My dad always said I was lucky, do you think that’s true Jongup?” You looked at him with your beady eyes gleaming at him, there was teddy stuck to your chest as you hugged it tightly and Jongup nodded.
“Yes, but I also think I am very lucky to see you and all of these toys Y/N” Jongup answered and your little mind thought Jongup had never been able to play with such fun things like toys before coming to your house.
“You can play with whatever toys you like Jongup!” You grinned and Jongup stared at you.
What a pretty girl.
“Jongup, you remember Y/N? Her father is in debt to us?” Mr Moon randomly questioned Jongup one day, much further in the future. Jongup gave a nod, of course, he remembered, he could never forget that sweet child like smile and that adorable giggle that sang innocence to him. Jongup was never given the chance to make another friend after that day, of course, he remembered the closest thing he had to one.
“I do” Jongup answered and Mr Moon gave a somewhat proud tsk as his head tilted to the side and he reached into his pocket.
“My son how she has grown, I was right you know, a beautiful young woman is what she is becoming” Mr Moon took a photo from the pocket of his jacket, he passed it to Jongup and his son blinked at him.
“You saw her father again today?” He asked and Mr Moon chuckled as he nodded.
“Of course, and Y/N was there with us, she’s the one who gave me the picture, she’s in high school now” Mr Moon grinned, it was as if he were talking about the achievements of his own child, not the daughter of the man who owed his family his life as well as his whole families but was somehow friends with Mr Moon.
Jongup tried to stop his jaw from dropping, you had grown up indeed, and his father wasn’t wrong, a beautiful young woman you were becoming, your hair was long and you were thankfully still untouched by the darkness of the world which allowed you to show a bright and innocent smile, just like Jongup remembered it to be but matured.
“Wow, she’s growing up” Jongup commented. He wondered to himself if there was ever the chance that you could have gone to the same school, even if it were for a short amount of time, so he could protect to from harm whilst teaching you how to protect yourself so he knew you would be safe when he graduated.
But of course his father had never allowed him to go to school, Mr Moon was Jongup’s teacher in life, anything he ever wanted to know he would just ask his father, and of course that is what he was told when he asked why he wasn’t at school making his own friends. Because he did ask a lot.
“I’m raising you so you can lead this mafia with pride Jongup” Something he was told many times and the words of his father would play in his head of every time he questioned what he was doing with his life.
Right, because this is what I was born to do.
Jongup sighed and Mr Moon looked at him, straightening the jacket he wore and making sure his hair was still jelled away from his face. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands on the table in front of him as he watched his son.
“Jongup, there is an important part of leading this mafia I’ve never talked to you about” Mr Moon started, effectively earning Jongup’s attention and slight irritation.
Great, here we go again.
Jongup fought the urge to roll his eyes and Mr Moon took the photo from Jongup’s hand to sit it on the table, stopping it from distracting the younger male.
“You need to get married in order to be powerful. The most powerful leaders are those with a partner next to them” Mr Moon monotoned and Jongup tensed as he heard those words, marriage, he had never thought he would reach such a stage in his life.
“I know a lot of strong people with daughters that would happily marry you, it would bring strength to them as well, unless, is there someone you would have in mind Jongup?” The picture was right in front of him, it was as if your eyes were boring into him for an answer. Jongup had spent so long in the dark part of the world, he was the devil in so many people’s eyes and he had grown used to his fate. Jongup could never imagine turning your life upside down, but the smirk that had grown to stain his lips became visible as his eyes took in your figure and the picture was back in his hands.
“I already know who I want father” Jongup chuckled to himself and put the picture forward as if they were trading Pokemon cards among themselves.
“You want to marry Y/N? Are you sure about this Jongup? Her family is in debt to us, after all, remember, power Jongup power” Mr Moon’s eyes were widened, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was shocked by his sons wants.
“I know what I want father, you can consider this as the last of their payment to our family” Jongup grinned, standing up and walking away.
“I wouldn’t want to have anyone else” Jongup muttered, thumb swiping over his lower lip as he entered his room. Jongup kicked off his shoes and pulled himself out of his jacket before falling onto his bed.
“And now I just have to hold on until you are of age my princess” Jongup chuckled, as if you were really in the room, sitting next to him and listening to him.
This is shorter than I wanted it to be but I was motivated to get it done and this is what happened! Let me know if you all enjoyed it!