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Carry me through this world of lies. I feel no more, the suffering.

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mcbigbro:

How either of them were still standing was a mystery that Ichiro had no time to dwell on. There were far pressing matters at hand– like the searing pain that filled his head as Kuko’s scathing verses struck him. Ichiro’s teeth clenched, his body stumbled back from the sheer force of Kuko’s voice. It’s all so much, but nothing he couldn’t handle– did the monk forget who Ichiro was? How the two held each others hand, climbed that Stairway to Heaven and nearly took over all of Sasara and Samatoki’s territory together? That wavering in Ichiro’s heart would be his downfall, and he knew this– even now, as he watched Kuko fly back like a ragdoll and hiss in pain, he remembered when back then, he’d fly into a blind rage. He’d leave some shitty men covered in bruises while cradling Kuko’s head in his arms, and Kuko would protest against it. Even now, it took so much in him not to run and ask if Kuko was alright, and for a moment, he took a few steps forward, ready to extend the olive branch like he did so many times back then.

Why did he change? Why did he bend and break? There’s so many questions swirling in Ichiro’s mind as the deafening silence was broken by the sound of his sneakers squeaking against the pavement. He wiped his mouth and his eyes, then reached his hand towards Kuko– only to be taken aback when the monk got right back up and shot him a glare that pierced right through his heart. Ichiro felt his throat get tight with panic as Kuko brought the microphone back to his lips and began to bark out his lyrics again.

“ Dammit – !“

Ichiro hissed as he was assaulted with another barge of amplified rhymes, this time not reflecting Kuko’s pain, but his anger and rage. It hurt more than any other insult that Kuko could have possibly said during this exchange, but he had to stay strong. He had to, he had to, he had to–

There was no way in hell he’d throw away his pride, not after he’d come this far. The horrific pain in his mind was unbearable, but he stood strong, legs wobbling, hands pressing hard against his temples to try and pacify his throbbing head. His breath became shaky, but once it was all over, he slumped to his knees, body trembling as he struggled to stand right back up.

“ You— Damn, you’ve gotten strong– “ despite everything, Ichiro managed to stay coherent, one arm rested on his knee. He let out a weak laugh.

“ But it’s gonna take a lot more than that to knock me out. Did you forget what I was fighting for, Kuko? “

He brought his microphone back to his lips with his teeth bared this time– canines shown, ready to bite. “I’m fighting for my family, and for what’s important to me– and that includes you! I don’t give a fuck if we have to beat the shit out of each other all night long, I’m gonna beat some sense into your hard head if I have to, since that’s the only way you’ll EVER learn! “

“ The hell happened to your bite, Did you forget how to fight!? Why the hell are you whinin’, All I’m hearing is you crying! For a wild dog, you act like a pup, Maybe you’ll hurt a little if you grew up! I’ll tear you apart with my ‘Bukuro pride, Watch out, I’m gonna kick you to the curbside! “

Resolve and determination was something that Kuko had always believed in. If ever he had stood a chance at being victorious in life, even if that meant going against Ichiro, then he'd do whatever it takes. He had no time to falter. He had no time for failure. His verses were bursting with energy, a fire that lingered like no other. Pain and guilt harrassed the flames but they still continued to burn ever brighter. All their past, all of their future plans, their brotherhood - nothing but ashes.

If this was Kuko all those years ago, he wouldn't have dared raise his microphone towards Ichiro. He was a strong believer of never raising a microphone in war against a family member, but Ichiro was just nothing to him now. Their paths had separated and there was no turning back. He refused to turn back. He would just continue to wilt within the tragedy that had besaught him all that time ago and make Ichiro compell and fall to his knees in mercy. It was a sight that was painful to bare, but it was what it was. Nothing could change that. As golden orbs glanced down at the sight of a crumpled Ichiro on the floor, breathless pants fell at his lips, eyebrows furrowing.

"Don't... you even dare underestimate me.... y'hear?", he growled. However, once again, Kuko had underestimated Ichiro's power - the power of MC Big Bro, the ex member of Naughty Busters and most importantly, The Dirty Dawg. Really, Kuko had no care for what teams people belonged to. He had a hot head, and once he had set his mind on something, it was hard to change it. However, he could be stupid and lead himself into dangerous territory and underestimate his opponent. And one of those times were about to come to truth. The laugh caused his eyes to widen. How the hell was he still standing? He should have been down and out by now! This couldn't be! Feeling struck by shock, he took a step back in retreat, bracing himself for an oncoming attack. "....?!" As expected, Ichiro's words were bright, powerful and resonated within his very soul. It rattled Kuko's bones, causing his body to feel like it was about to burst. He began to wobble, feeling unsteady on his feet. The bass boost and rhythmical beats caused Kuko to fall to his knees, calling out in a cry of plea, a cry of pain as it shook his body. Unfortunately, Kuko was unable to withstand the heat and quickly fell to the floor, fizzled and burned out. "N-Ngh....!", he gritted his teeth. Come on... get up... get up damn it! Don't you dare lose to him! His grip was tight to his microphone, metal clanging lightly against the concrete of the floor as he did his best to try and keep hold of himself, but it was futile. His microphone resonated back to its original shape and Kuko couldn't hold on anymore. He was bruised, battered and torn at the seams. That burning fire was slowly starting to die out. He refused to lose. He scrunched his face up, trying his best to push himself up off the cold harshness of the floor, but he just continued to crumble and slip, unable to get himself to stand. "T-Tch....!! Fuck...! I can't... I can't lose!!"

#mcbigbro #( sorry this was late and short )

kishinaito

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I know that I, I can't believe just what the past has brought me to the man I wanna be - Time by Backstreet Boys

Kuko had been through quite a lot, a lot that no ordinary person his age should have ever had to undergo. Still, he wasn’t underprepared for what the future had for him in store. He was on to better and greater things. There was no point in holding back. He had to put his best foot forward and keep pressing, keep moving on and never look back.

Was it the friendships he made? His occupational status? The choices he made? There were many factors, but it was quite possible that these were all the correct answers.

“The past is a rough one, y’know...”, he began.

“S’not somethin’ I usually talk about since I don’t tend ta think ‘bout it all that much... but it has shaped me into the better man of my future. I didn’t need to have done what I did, but I did it for the better for the both of us. There is no point in lingerin’ on...”, he lowered his head, lamenting before lifting it up.

“What ‘bout you? Are ya shaped ‘cause of the past?”

- @mcmcntomorii

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mcbigbro:

A part of him sincerely hoped it would never come to this, but that was wishful thinking, much like almost everything else in Ichiro’s life. Wish for the best, then watch as it slipped through his fingers like sand. No matter how tight he hung on, it always crumbled in his hands and pooled at his feet. And yet he continued holding on, even now–

Kuko’s rhymes were just as scathing as Ichiro remembered. Rough, wild, and hard-hitting– a weaker man would have been brought to his knees effortlessly, but Ichiro anticipated Kuko’s strength. Time treated Kuko well in some aspects, and his rap was proof of that. Even with his arms over his face and his feet planted on the ground, the soundwaves sent a sharp pain through Ichiro’s head. His jaw clenched tightly, trying desperately to tolerate the unending pain of the assault. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, but he endured it all, his body shaking as he tried to recover. “Fuck…” he huffed, looking back at Kuko, mismatched eyes ignited with a newfound determination despite the tears that began to spill. “Is that… all you got?” he panted as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his microphone and letting it materialize. Speakers covered in rainbow graffiti manifested behind him, the screech of feedback filled the air. He hoped that this would be settled peacefully, but if Kuko refused to hold back, then there was only one way for Ichiro to get through to him. “Didn’t I tell you not to waste my goddamn time? Your rhymes are still as basic as ever. I’ll show you how a real man does it!”

With that, he brought his mic to his lips.

“RAAAAH–!” And out came the rhymes, just as scathing, just as harsh– Ichiro could feel his throat go raw as he rapped his heart out to Kuko. “If you can’t take what you deal, get out my way! Look at you, washing up like a fucking stray, Don’t you know how to keep your nose to yourself? You’re here in my hood picking a fight, Acting like a dog, but we know you can’t bite! Why can’t you be loyal if you do more bark!?”

Kuko and Ichiro may have been on rocky terms, but he knew that Ichiro was someone that was strong and determined. It didn't matter how many times one would try and doust the fire within the Yamada brother, because it was just burn even more with confidence, brimming with more passion than ever before. However, one thing was certain, and that was that Kuko had underestimated his stubbornness.

Within the flow of lyrics and the rhythm to the beat, he made sure to make it hurt. Not only were they lyrics to fend off the other, they were ones to show his sorrows, to prove how much he was disappointed and crushed by the past. It might have been something that was unavoidable, but it can still hurt. Kuko was still human and it was only natural to be hurt by someone you considered to be so close to you - like family, perhaps even more. He didn't care how much he had caused harm towards Ichiro (to a degree). He just wanted to prove himself.

Harsh golden orbs glazed over the damaged Yamada brother, red eyebrows lowering to a burning glare towards him. Seeing him hurt had raised a sort of victory sensation within the Monk, but deep down, lurking within his heart was that perishing snap, an embrace which would never feel the same again. It hurt the both of them realistically. But this was the present. This was now.

He knew Ichiro would continue to have more fight in him, so he shifted his foot slightly, getting into position to take the damage that would soon befall him. He gritted his teeth, showing no signs of remorse or defeat. He wasn't going to hold back any time soon, and he'd easily bear the pain that was to come forth.

An explosion of lyrics powered towards Kuko, folding his arms in front of his arms in attempts to try and barricade himself defensively, but it proved to be for naught. The strength and sheer force was too much for Kuko to handle, causing him to yell out in pain and be sent flying back to the ground, colliding hard with the ground beneath them.

"Heh.... Hehehe.... oh you're really startin' ta piss me off now...", he scowled in a low growl, the glare even more sharp and severe than before.

Bringing the mic to his lips, the beat and rhythm altered, causing a change in tempo and a louder boost in volume. "Ya sayin' I'm a dog, but look at the mutt tryin' ta take control! Trust me mutt, my bark is more worse than my bite! Try me, come on, take a chance why don't ya? Step into my den if ya dare! Tread carefully for this wild dog bares its fangs! You ain't shit compared to the rest of the pack! Cower, tremble while I sink in my fangs an' attack! 'Bukuro barks ain't got shit on Nagoya's beats! So stick that tail between your legs an' scram before ya end up in defeat!!"

#mcbigbro #( Not my best rap comeback but- )

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leneemusing

softer prompts

“ i’m not going anywhere. ” “ you make me feel safe. ” “ i think i might be in love with you. ” “ i just like seeing you happy. ” “ just let me take care of you. ” “ you’re my family. ” “ i can stay, if you want. ” “ you make me feel alive. ” “ you’re captivating. ” “ i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need. ” “ you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here. ” “ i trust you. more than anyone else. ” “ you have a beautiful soul. ” “ i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it. ” “ i hope i see you in my dreams. ” “ do you trust me? ” “ you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever. ” “ i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like. ” “ you make everything a little easier. ” “ will you just…hold me? please. ” “ just tell me everything’s gonna be okay. ” “ you’re enough. you’re more than enough. ” “ you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it. ” “ i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you. ” “ i have faith in you. ” “ i’ve never met anyone quite like you. ” “ knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time. ” “ every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you. ” “ i feel like i could endure anything as long as i have you to come home to. ” “ i can tell something’s bothering you. ” “ what can i do to help? ” “ come on. let’s get out of here. ” “ i’m taking you somewhere special. ” “ where are you taking me? ” “ i don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. i just need you. all of you. ” “ you make me feel like i’m worthy. ” “ you deserve good things. ” “ i want to be your home. ” “ loving you is like something holy. ” “ i made you something. ” “ come back to bed. ” “ stay the night with me. ” “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ you wanna talk about it? ” “ did you wanna tell me something? ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i’m proud of you. ” “ i need you. ” “ thank you. for always being there for me. ” “ don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth. ” “ i’m not leaving you. not ever. ” “ you have kind eyes. ” “ sleep, my love. i’ll keep the nightmares away. ” “ there’s so much light in you. ” “ i want you here. ”

ACTIONS:

❀ for a forehead kiss ✦ for our muses to hold hands ❉ for one muse to nap against the other ✱ for one muse to surprise the other ✸ for our muses to cuddle ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter ♛ for my muse to teach yours something new ☂ for our muses to stargaze ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed ♤ for a kiss on the palm ☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella ☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal ☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers ✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face ✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together ＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly

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vaememes

some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )

goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.

nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.

push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.

bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.

slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.

gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.

sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.

stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.

sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.

trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.

love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.

piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.

jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.

lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.

shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.

wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.

fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.

arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.

hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.

gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.

betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.

nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.

karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.

laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.

murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.

wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

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kunikidaz

Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle - Nagoya Division ⚡ BAD ASS TEMPLE

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asung-flower

More Chibis! - Bad Ass Temple x Dotsuitare Hompo ❤

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mcbigbro:

His sudden outburst was enough to make Ichiro jump back, his heart raced with anxiety mixed with adrenaline. He had a feeling that Kuko would lash out, but nothing could have prepared him for what came after: The speakers manifesting, Kuko’s look of pure malice and agony– it was just like back then, when Kuko swung his fists and spit his contempt for Ichiro.

In any other circumstances, Ichiro wouldn’t hesitate to bring out his mic and knock his opponent down a peg or two, but this was Kuko. Even now, when Kuko had full intention to tear him down, Ichiro could only stand there and stand his ground. His brows furrowed, his fingers balled tight into fists, and he planted his feet into the ground.

“How the hell am I supposed to know how you felt when you never told me?” he asked, his voice low, almost soft, like he was trying to calm Kuko down. It was a fruitless attempt– Ichiro knew better than anyone just how painful the speakers were, but he was willing to endure it all if it meant that he could finally get through to Kuko. “You keep saying I caused this and this was my fault– and maybe you’re right. I’m not perfect, you know the shit I’ve done to get to where I am today. But dammit, I never wanted to hurt you. I don’t know what the hell I did to hurt you, and I can’t do anything to fucking fix it–” he holds his arms to his sides, mismatched eyes now filled with determination.

“But I’m gonna get through to you one way or another. We’re settling this once and for all, Kuko, so give me your best shot! Don’t waste my fucking time!”

Never had he once even thought of the idea of raising a microphone to a brother in arms. Never had he once even came to imagine that one day he and Ichiro would be on opposing sides of one another. When they had been together during Naughty Busters, he thought that would be his future - that they’d be within arms with each other for the remainder of his life. However, it seems like fate had twisted things. Things that he had thought were a permanent destiny, was nothing but a spiral of tragic downfalls.

‘I never wanted to hurt you.’

Something about that line just completely twisted at Kuko’s gut, striked at his bared heart. He knew he should have never gotten so close. He should have known to have been a little more cautious. A wild, carefree Kuko was but a thing of the past. He was much more aware now, more careful with who he bared himself to.

With Kuko and Ichiro’s history, it was easy to say they both knew how the other worked, how they would react and operate. They knew each other like the back of their hands, that’s just how things worked. But now... it was nothing but a farce.

Kuko’s mic had materalised, large dragon speakers appearing behind him as it snaked out, the harsh pressure bursting out.

“Whaddya think you’re doin’, huh? Tryin’ to hit me up, fix it up, you don’t know shit! Tryna get up in my face, pleadin’ me, confusin’ me, knock it the fuck off! Step down bro, your time is up! You’re nothin’ but a waste of time! How about ya go crawlin’ back to ‘bukuro Back to the alleyways of scum where ya belong! Never call me yours again, never strike me back! You’re goin’ down Ichiro Yamada, so play ball or give it up!!”

#mcbigbro #( fuck em up... FUCK EM UP... )

akashi-tetsuki

Bad Ass Temple:Extra Wardrobe-Official Guide Book

#new muse

mcbigbro:

This is way too unsettling.

Kuko’s calm, nonchalant tone was so chilling. It’s a direct contrast from the vibrant, loud, energetic Ichiro that had he’d grown so fond of. Change truly does change people– somehow, the two became almost polar opposites, and he didn’t like it. He felt his heart wrench in his chest every time Kuko spoke up, but he hid it well behind a calm tone and a serious face that he didn’t dare let crack (though it was the exact opposite of how he felt on the inside). “How can you say that we should leave things in the past when it was you who left it there in the first place,” Ichiro closed his eyes. His jaw clenched briefly, once again biting back what he really wanted to say– “why?”

The mask was starting to crack “You’re the one who walked away like it was nothing. YOU’RE the one who threw the first punch, so don’t start spouting off some bullshit about ‘moving forward’–” he paused, then sucked in a breath. He had to stay calm, even if it took every bit of willpower not to reach out and shake Kuko’s shoulders so he could scream at him for answers. “… Just answer one thing for me. Did everything we had mean nothing to you?”

Although his tone was barren, cold and dead, he still remained to contain all his emotions within him. He had felt hurt, even after all this time. It was hard not to feel hurt. Though Ichiro had every right to feel how he did, Kuko still refused to even acknowledge that. Ichiro was the culprit here, not him.

“Don’t!!”, he yelled back, his voice cracking slightly from the raise. “Don’t even talk like you’re in the damn right....”, his tone lowered.

“You never knew. You never understood how I felt - not even about us! Stop actin’ like you’re damn innocent in this shitty fuckin’ situation, man!! Y’ain’t. Y’caused this shit!” His voice altered between tonalities of hurt, different volumes of anguish that had crushed at his heart.

His eyes rattled as Ichiro had even dared to answer that question. His hands clenched tightly together into his fists. He felt the adrenaline traverse, bubble throughout his body.

The audacity...

“Th’hell d’ya think ya are?! Hah?!? How dare you use what we had against me?! The fuck d’ya think you’re doin’?!"

No. This was it. This was enough. He couldn’t handle this anymore. This had to be settled one way or another... and there was only one remaining option.

“.... Guess ya give me no choice...”, his hand flicked out to the side, after reaching inside his jacket to pull out his microphone. Golden orbs that were once filled with brotherhood had nothing but emptiness, pain. Waves of purple began to resonate, forming a large speaker before him.

“.....Get ready to say your prayers... bro.”

#mcbigbro #( uh huh sure lol )