𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 -
The Tachibana Family, all of the members of this powerful family are a part of a mafia, people who aren't used to not getting what they want. If they want something, they'll take it with utter, brute force as their strength is unmatched.
The members are;
Take Tachibana
Minako Tachibana
Kaneme Tachibana
Sora Tachibana
Akira Tachibana
Goro Tachibana
Denji Tachibana
Hiro Tachibana
Haru Tachibana
Arata Tachibana
Ren Tachibana
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 -
The most powerful Mafia on the face of Japan, a black family of pure strength and toxicity, people who hold no trace of predictability. The predators on top of the chain of human power, monsters if you will. Sex fiends. They love each other in a way that's one of a kind, toxic and dysfunctional but dear.
The Tachibana Family is a community of destruction, power, money, sex, death, love and sports.
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘
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This book is about a Family who is the epitome of danger, The Tachibana's who seek no empathy or sympathy. The most powerful family on the face of Japan, they climb the ranks, dominating and completely destroying their enemies and whoever/whatever gets in the way of their goal
A Family who takes no disrespect, loves winning, loves fame, loves sex and tortures themselves because of the toxicity anad dysfunctionality of their family dynamic, something they haven't the slightest clue to fix.
Will they change for the good? For the bad? Or for both?
Torturing Tsukasa Tenma Because I Did Not Get His Nakayama 4*
7 parts Complete
7 parts
Complete
You know the drill. Tsukasa didn't come home? He pays the price.
A week long, maybe two, angst fanfic filled to the brim with only hurt, zero comfort, angst, gore, blood, and all that juicy stuff to torture Tsukasa Tenma for his sins.
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An excerpt from my tumblr post about my pulls:
Oh so you just love to avoid me don't you, Tsukasa? You think that's funny? You think that hiding in the darkness will save your pathetic soul? Do you really believe that playing as the shadow will keep you safe? Are you seriously that foolish?
You're pathetic. You are pathetic, and weak, and you deserve nothing but pain and agony. I will torture you to hell and back. This is not a threat. This is a promise.
You brought this upon yourself, foolish mortal child. You are alone. Nobody is here to save you. You are God's favourite little plaything, and boy, does God wish to have some fun with you. You cannot fight back against the forces that you do not know. You are unable to comprehend the sheer anger I feel, the raw power that I hold in my hands. It is time to pay for your sins, fool.
So, go on.
Get down on your knees, boy-
And beg.