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NISHIKI IS MOVING TO MY MULTI @unholyshe

CATCH HIM ALONGSIDE MY OTHER YAKUZA MUSES + MORE !

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just a note: gonna stick this blog on hiatus until I’m less exhausted and can properly devote time to nishiki . find me on @shikaal for now .

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@nakazonoluck​ :  buttholes are like pockets. you can keep things safe in there.

he should be used to this by now .

eyelids fall , a sigh escaping him as fingers lift to pinch the bridge of his nose .  “  please tell me you have nothing hidden up there  --  and please tell me it’s nothing you intend to hand to anyone else , either .  ”

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𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘐𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘈 𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘔𝘌

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KIRYU.

A  HINT  OF  A  SMILE  catches  the  corner  of  kiryu’s  mouth,  hooking  up  the  soft  skin  of  his  cheek,  but  his  amusement–and  plain  adoration,  frankly  (nishikiyama  had  pulled  him  from  the  metaphorical  fire  and  caught  it  himself  for  his  sake  on  a  count  that  kiryu  was  losing  track  of,  who  else  did  he  love  so  dearly?)--is  quickly  usurped  by  a  flare  of  competitive  streak,  and  the  thought  that  nishiki  might  miss  his  pitch  doesn’t  cross  his  mind.  the  pair  of  fools!  kiryu  snorts  derisively  as  he  steps  back,  adopting  the  appropriate  stance,  windinging  back.   ‘  i’ve  just  been  going  easy  to  make  you  look  good,  ‘  the  newly  anointed  dojima  no  ryu  teases,   ‘  but  if  that’s  how  you  want  it.  ‘  and  at  the  top  of  his  swing,  kiryu  releases  the  fresh  orange  with  a  dazzling  force.  

“  like hell you’ve been going easy on me , no one gets that many home runs without trying at least a little .  ”  then again , it is kiryu . he’s seen his brother in arms master most things he comes across when he puts his mind to it  --  at this point , he wouldn’t be surprised if baseball was just another of the things he’d picked up with relative ease . still , he pushes the thoughts of his own inadequacy away in light of their current banter . he cushions the orange as he catches it , fingertips already peeling into the skin now that it’s rightfully his .  “  not bad  !  ”  he calls over ,  “  i’d say you’d be able to manage the beginner course with that kinda skill .  ”  

nishiki nods to his brother , expressing his approval of the fruit .  “  hey , you wanna befriend some cabaret girls  ?  maybe you could bring them home too .  ”  he snickers , making a beeline for the fridge .  “  got enough beers to host a whole party , whaddaya think ?  ”

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  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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you fucked up

idk what you’re referring to but probably

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ARISU.

     CRIES for help aren’t uncommon in this town .  every street corner , every alley , street thugs never care .  most of the residents have never shown a care for those either .  the fox wouldn’t care for them either … if it weren’t for the occasional thank you gift at the end .  if it weren’t for those , well , she’d leave them to wolves .

    so she’ll turn down the alleyway’s corner , fists up & cracking .  she’d being lying if she said she didn’t also ENJOY saving helpless people just to beat these men down .  nothing’s better than them looking up so pathetically from the ground .

    ❝  hey , jerks !  ya ready for — ❞

     SHOCK creeps onto her face as she watches the helpless man drop to the floor , lifeless & neck bloodied .  she should run now , she knows , but the attacker turns to her .  now the once shocked expression turns to that of WORRY at the sight of a familiar face .  & she wastes no time running up to him , in SPITE of the obvious danger it entails , & pulls him close .  he’s colder than she remembers , so much colder .  why is he so cold ?  

    ❝  nishiki-chan …   ❞  she says softly , moving back enough to look up at him .  & she reaches a hand up to his face to wipe some blood off of his face .  most would question , SHOULD question , why he’s like this .  but she’s just so thankful to see him again .  

    ❝  where have you been ?  ❞

the familiar voice rings through his head  ,  bells tolling in remembrance for his former life  .  bloodshot eyes widen as he looks her over  --  how is she so calm  ?  he steps away from her  ,  scared to even touch her as he backs himself up against the opposite wall  .  this was all still new to him  ,  the hunger  ,  the inhuman strength  ;  nour had taught him only the bare minimum of what he was  .  fear takes hold as he listens to the blood pumping beneath her skin  ,  the beast within yearning to drain her like the previous victim at his feet  .

“  a - arisu  ,  ”  his voice shakes  ,  “  n - no  ,  stay back  ,  stay away from me  !  ”

hands lift to his mouth in an attempt to hide what he is  ,  but it’s too late  .  he should’ve been dead  .  if he had merely disappeared it might have been one thing  ;  coming back from being a charred corpse was a little different  .  the fact that only his eyesight had been damaged in the blast was something of a miracle  ,  but the price he’d paid for a second chance at life was more than he’d bargained for  .  he was a monster  .  

“  i’m...  i’m not real  .  i’m dead  ,  you’re imagining things  ,  ”  he turns his head  ,  trying not to look at her  .  the feeling is akin to being presented a banquet when one was starving  ,  how could he resist such a feast  ?  his thoughts flip flop between tearing her apart and wanting to save her  ,  conflicted by the presence of a hunger so great it did not feel like his own  .  there is something inside him now  ,  something that wants to take over and devour his old friend without a shred of remorse  .  “  you have to go  ,  you shouldn’t be here  .  ”  

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inbox call mayhaps? like & I’ll find a meme or send u somethin cheeky if I can’t find one

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no offense but I literally can’t process that others genuinely care for me

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‘  even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.  ‘

night  sky  with  exit  wounds.  /  accepting.  /   @hansokus  

CONTEMPT  MOVES  IN  AND  OUT  of  kiryu’s  features  as  if  through  a  series  of  well-sanded  tunnels,  and,  for  once,  kiryu  thinks  he  can  understand  how  love  is  so  close  to  hate,  and  how  such  blissful  splendor  (a  wealth  of  sweetened  and  glitzy  memories,  laughter  and  pain  shared,  nishiki’s  tired  head  on  his  shoulder  and  an  insistent  karate  film  on  the  mini  television  propped  in  the  corner  of  kiryu’s  apartment),  soft  things  that  could  crumble  in  his  hands--and  seemed  to  slip  through  the  gaps  in  his  fingers--could  degrade  into  something  so  viscerally  angry.  kiryu  was  no  pacifist,  and  his  first  line  of  defense  was  the  violence  he  could  produce  with  his  body,  but  he  wasn’t  a  cold  man,  either;  he  wasn’t  devoid  or  left  wanting,  so  full  of  love  he  could  burst  at  the  seams  with  it.  perhaps  it  guides  him,  and  stays  his  hand,  in  equal  measures.  perhaps  its  why  he’s  so  fraught  with  trickling,  biting  anger.  

there  are  things  in  this  world  he  can  understand,  things  he  can  find  sympathy  in,  even  if  he  does  not  condone  them.  he  knows  what  the  tojo  clan  made  of  them;  kiryu  was  their  dragon,  their  golden  boy,  a  little  whelpling  who  rose  to  infamous  stardom  through  the  intense  rigor  of  proving  his  innocence  and  protecting  a  woman  he  felt  he  owed  an  intrinsic  debt  to  with  the  death  of  her  brother,  a  man  whom  kiryu’s  feelings  for  remained  cloudy  and  untouchable  in  the  posterior  recesses  of  his  mind.  it  wasn’t  as  if  nishiki  had  no  part.  in  fact,  kiryu,  of  all  people,  felt  strongly  that  he  would  not  have  survived  the  ordeal,  nor  come  out  changed  for  the  better,  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  nishiki.  

but  it  was  not  by  his  hand  that  his  kyoudai  had  been  plunged  into  apparent  mediocrity,  or  comparison;  it  was  not  his  tongue  that  gave  way  to  the  suffering  he’d  endured.  

kiryu  often  wonders  if  his  death  could  have  satiated  things,  if  it  had  happened  years  ago--or  if  he  had  arrived  at  the  dojima  family  office  just  moments  earlier--but  the  past  was  not  fluid.  the  past  was  unchanging,  hard,  and  solid.  there  was  nothing  else  to  do  but  amend  this  in  the  way  that  he  could.  and  it  did  not  involve  coddling  a  man  who  threatened  the  little  girl  he  had  taken  under  his  wing.  

‘  --you  sound  pathetic.  ‘  it’s  cold  and  cutting,  and  kiryu  hopes  it  reaches  far  into  his  bones,  to  the  soft  of  his  marrow.   ‘  i  know  things  weren’t  fair.  i  know..  no  one  treated  you  the  way  you  should  have  been  treated.  maybe  not  even  me.  ‘  he  thumbs  out  a  cigarette  from  his  waning  pack,  seated  in  his  back  pocket,  and  fishes  for  his  lighter--nishiki’s  lighter,  never  returned,  metal  capped.  the  nicotine  is  sour  when  it  touches  his  lips.   ‘  and  i’m  sorry..  i  can’t  fix  anything  that  happened.  but  the  man  you  were  could  never  be  proud  of  the  man  you  are.  ‘   the  fire  nips  the  white  end  of  the  cigarette,  a  puff  of  smoke  flitting  up  from  the  bud.   ‘  i  would  have  done  anything  for  you.  i  sacrificed  everything  for  you.  so,  don’t  you  dare.  come  after  haruka  again,  and  i’ll  kill  you.  ‘  

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*   EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE

bold whatever  applies  to  your  muse.   italicize the  things  that  only  somewhat apply / are verse dependent.   REPOST ,   DON’T  REBLOG.

been cheated on  |  been bullied  | had your heart broken  |  broken someone’s heart  |  told a horrible lie  | been betrayed |  been framed / set-up  |  stolen something of value |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  |  bullied  |  been publicly humiliated  |   punched someone in the face | been beaten up  | broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  |  put someone in the hospital  | had a near - death experience |  been drugged  | done drugs  |  smoked  |  been arrested |  been homeless  |  been forced to commit a crime  |  died and came back to life  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  | bled severely |  killed someone | been forced to kill someone |  had an attempt on your life |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone |  loved someone |  watched a loved one die  |  failed to save / help a loved one |  felt helpless |  watched your world die / disappear  |  had your life’s work stolen /  destroyed

gone without food for over three days |  gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured / questioned  | been shot  |  been stabbed  |  been poisoned  |  been held prisoner  | been trapped  |  been buried alive  |  been held hostage  |  held someone hostage  |  been stuck in a different world / universe / time  |  been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you  |  had a panic attack  |  had night terrors |  been in a car accident  |  lost your job  | lost a fight  |  had sex with a stranger |  been divorced  |  been abandoned | passed out from pain |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  | hurt yourself  | taken your anger out on yourself |  taken your anger out on someone you love  | been used | been manipulated |  felt used |  manipulated someone else  |  had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with  | been taken over by a hostile force  | been terrified |  played a cruel game on someone  |  been forced to smile | felt too many things at once  |  laughed  when you felt like crying  |  been in denial |  been denied | faced your demons

Tagged by: stole it from @xhattori ! Tagging: steal it from me !

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remade my multi  ,  including tachibana but also kakihara of ichi the killer for all your yakuza needs  .  it’s gonna be low activity but i just can’t let go of some of these muses so  !

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@nakazonoluck​ :  “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…”

there’s a look of sympathy in his eyes as he glances over her wounds  ,  shaking his head  .  “  you’ll be lucky if you don’t need stitches  .  ”  though he had never had any personal dealings with the nakazono family  ,  he knew better than to brush off its matriarch as just another rival  .  there was a reason the family were known to be foxes  ,  he wasn’t about to try his own luck against them  .  instead he offers a hand to her  ,  offering his support as he watched the blood seep from her wounds  .  “  we should get you to a doctor  ,  here  ,  lean on me  .  ”  

blood and bruises  .  accepting

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KIRYU.

THE  APARTMENT  KIRYU’S  RELOCATED  TO,   in  the  scorching  absence  of  the  previous  (still  half-charred  and  closed  under  investigation  of  foul  play),  is  modest–the  only  expansion  of  breathing  room  a  few  square  feet  in  the  foyer  where  three  pairs  of  shoes  sit  in  neat  rows.  kiryu  drags  his  heel  out  of  his  loafer,  then  the  other,  tugging  his  sock  up  between  the  pinch  of  two  toes  over  his  achilles  tendon;  he  lays  a  thin,  crinkly  plastic  bag  heavy  with  fresh  kiwi  and  oranges  upon  the  nightstand  beside  his  shiny  black  mini  fridge,  prodding  his  fingers  through  the  veil  of  material  to  free  the  produce.  ‘  oi,  ‘  he  grunts,  palming  an  orange  like  a  baseball,   ‘  do  you  want  one  of  these?  they’re  pretty  good..  i’ve  been  helping  out  the  woman  who  runs  one  of  the  market  stands,  so  she’s  been  giving  me  fruit.  ‘  its  as  if  the  events  of  the  year  prior  no  longer  held  water,  but  kiryu  was  different–more  firm,  more  reliable,  more  true.

of course  .  he can hardly contain the grin that crosses his features  ,  a gentle tch sounding from the corner of his mouth  .  “  there you go again  ,  good guy kiryu saving the day  .  at this rate  ,  you’re gonna need a cape  .  ”  there’s a distinct absence of surprise in his voice  .  how can he be surprised  ?  as much as he enjoys giving kiryu shit for it  ,  he’s proud of his brother  .  to be so selfless in a place like kamurocho was a death wish  :  all nishiki could do was support him  ,  protect him regardless of the consequences for himself  .  “  go on then  ,  and give me your best throw  --  none of that wimpy shit you’ve been showing off in the batting cages  .  ”  he pushes himself off the wall in one fluid movement  ,  cupping his hands as he takes an exaggerated stance at the other side of the room  .  worst case scenario  ,  kiryu’s new digs would smell of citrus  --  maybe it would even brighten the place up  . 

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the koi swims up the yellow river  , crossing the mountains to enter the dragon gate  ,  at the end of the dragon gate river  ,  the koi becomes the dragon  .  he is swimming upstream  ,  through the dragon gate  .  in order to be reborn as the dragon  …

akira nishikiyama of sega’s ryu ga gotoku / yakuza series trigger warnings for blood , death , violence

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

                                                     𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄                                       

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!”