mjm56

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"EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUSH MY ENTRAILS BACK IN."

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written by beetle, he/him, 22, CST dead dove/do not eat

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so sorry i died. im obsessed with a different freak atm and im sorry in advance. hey yall

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would you be mad at me if i decided to come back and potentially change to a low pressure fun multimuse. i miss rp so much man i need a little smidgen of slamming two characters together like barbie dolls. except my barbie is majima or postal dude or whatver. like damn

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i think it would be funny if when yakuza 8 comes out they just kill off majima in the first cutscene. I think it would bring me peace. i dont like him and id make him eat sand if i could

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technically with all the yakuza games taking place during christmas......... happy late holidays

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i think it should be a tradition where i just pop in here every few months just to say hi and then leave because i know damn well im not gonna have the time or energy to do anything long lasting here anymore LOL

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good god imagine being a y*kuza fan before y0′s release. like you just had to assume ma/jima was like that. thats so funny

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life is funny bc its like as soon as i want to do things irl says “fuck you, someone is stealing your identity to do some vile shit and youre gonna have to deal with both that for the last few days and the influx of work in preparation for your queue opening back up again. rot, fucker”.

anyways. majima when he sees someone he can project his trauma onto

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    CAN  YOU  TELL  ME  MORE   ?    yeah come on it   &&   when you come in close the door.    I’M JUST SICK AND FUCKED UP.    at what’s been going on.  all these bastard ass goblins shitting on my lawn.      a yakuza multi-muse written and adored by flora, est.  june 3, 2021

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baptists​:

                   it’s  humorous  in  its  own  little  way  that  nishitani  is  still   breathing…  now  finding  himself  stuck  in  survival  mode  just  to  see  another  miserable  day  in  kamurocho.  its  also  no  surprise  that  he  holed  himself  up  in  an  adult  store  that  he  frequented  after  falling  off  the  face  of  the  earth,  still  keeping  tabs  of  his  beloved  frenemies.    while  still  checking  to  see  if  his  favorite  actress  released  anything  new…    to  his  surprise,  she’s  dead,  gone  and  never  to  be  returned!   almost  like  him.   there’s  a  romantic  story  to  be  told  there.

but  here  lies  nishitani  fucking  homare,  still  dressed  in  that  ugly  suit  only  for  his  jacket  to  be  discarded,  long  forgotten  ever  since  a  zombie  tried  taking  him  for  a  rough  ride  only  to  find  itself  as  his  new  accessory.  rough  looking,  caked  in  dry  blood  and  sweat…  nishitani  catches  the  single  eye  of  someone  he  came  to  adore,  love  even.   majima  fucking  goro.   with  an  unlit  cigarette  that  once  dangled  on  his  lips,  now  fell  on  the  dirty  tiles  that’s  seen  more  than  one  can  imagine.   unsure  of  what  to  do  or  act,  he  freezes  in  his  position,  raising  his  arms  up  as  if  he  were  getting  robbed.  

“      majima  -  kun…   long   time,   no   see,   stud.      ”      what  a  shitty  way  to  surprise  someone  even  if  he  was  keeping  tabs  on  the  identity  thief.   offering  the  other  his  signature  shit  eating  grin,  nishitani  tears  his  gaze  away  just  to  look  around  at  the  messy  little  shop  only  to  then  laugh,       “       c’mon….   oughta   all   places   ya   gotta   stop   here?   my   little   sanctuary…   i   get   it…   y’know   a   man   has   his   needs!      ”     continuation of this post that @mjm56​ blessed me WITH wahuuushAHH…

      something in majima’s expression falters, only ever so slightly; his eyebrow might twitch and a cold sweat could bead at the back of his neck. if anything, he’s still contemplating the reality of the man below him. out of all the survivors to find in kamurocho, it has to be him? nishitani? he was shot to death. he’s a dead man walking. and of course he’s cooped up in an adult film store of all places. it’s almost as if the fact that majima had practically co-opted some of nishitani’s batshit crazy identity into his own for a split second. nishitani had been merely a fragment of his personality-- his persona-- for so long now, as if he was never truly a person. a way to cope maybe, but hell if that semblance of batshit crazy that majima thought he’s been immortalizing didn’t just come and slap him in the face.

     “where...” at first, the beginning of his inquiry’s a mumble, but he quickly recovers, whole-near frantic. “where the fuck you’ve been this whole time?! we’re ya’ just gonna leave me in the dark this twenty-some years thinkin’ you’re six feet under?”

    he wants some kind of explanation, any kind of justification, but then again... they are kind of plopped in the center of a literal zombie outbreak. he might as well accept anything at this given point. nothing needs to make sense anymore. after a moment, the gruff yell of his voice alleviates to a huff and with the plastic-y clink of his gun’s barrel hitting the ground, he sits down in front of nishitani. his gun sits beside him; majima doesn’t mind the grime of the tiled floors, as he’s sure that both he and nishitani have enough dirt and blood in their clothes to last a few years.

    “you, uh,” majima reaches to the back of his mind for some kind of justification, a last resort. even so, there’s a hint of a grin on his face, just at the absurdity of it all. “you haven’t been zombie’d, have ya’? don’t got any rot on ya’. but’cha still look old as balls regardless.”

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i’m tired. im stressed from work and irl bullshit. im at the point to where for the first time in months, i have muse for this pathetic man again.

do you know how much of a low this is for me.

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ALSO before i try to get around to answering more asks im very happy that majis dragon engine model (at least, his model in y7; i actually havent really checked the one from k2+6) keeps his secret little eye freckle underneath his eyepatch...  🥺

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*crawls out of the ground like a worm*   majima owns an air fryer and makes fun of saejima for not owning one before they inevitably move in together (with or without daigo. it is more than likely that daigo already has his own air fryer. because of course the 6th chairman would have his own)

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DO NOT REBLOG  //    i know ive talked about this scene literally like 2 days ago or smth but. this single scene alone makes me feel so many good things abt dead souls. the little smile out of awe. the fact he just fucking WHACKS his gorilla-rock-zombie with the end of his gun so hard it falls over. his giggle out of excitement at the end. man.

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GORO MAJIMA | Yakuza 6

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@sailorvinus​ said: [ TAXI ] :  for  our  muses  to  share  a  taxi  ride  somewhere. vi's so drunk it'd probably put a horse out of action. please tuck his stupid ass in BED!! vi's been telling majima his jacket material feels comfy and nice all NIGHT!

     majima’s a mellow drinker, surprisingly not one to splurge in more-than-typical impulsive behavior; ‘i just got a high tolerance’ is the excuse that he usually gives, but this ‘high tolerance’ usually results in him laying back farther in his chair and simply just... sitting there, marinating in whatever he’s sorrowing in until he inevitably blacks out. but hell if he doesn’t try to continue to act out like he would un-juiced. its in his nature to be unapologetically weird regardless.

    virote, on the other hand, has been trying to pry and touch at majima’s old snakeskin jacket for the latter half of the night. it makes sense, with age the skin and silky black fabric lining the insides have worn down comfortably around his shoulders and elbows, give for a few broken seams. no wonder he’s been content with wearing it near daily for the last 20, almost 30 years. he can’t think of another reason why someone would want to wear this cigarette-permeated thrift store blazer.

    even in the taxi they’ve cramped themselves in to get virote home (cramped only because good lord does majima spread ‘em too far for the fact he wears leather pants), a very half-awake majima can hardly hear a murmur, and then feel a very slight tug at one of his sleeves. the only other thing that’s managed to keep majima at least somewhat alert are the brief, unpleasant flashes of neon lights against his eye. the city never sleeps, huh?

    “jeez, vi-chan, i get the hint. hold on. lemme- uh--”  in his seat, majima’s shuffling to try and free himself from his jacket, scrunching up his arms with the removal of each sleeve until he’s totally topless. then, unceremoniously, he flings his jacket over virote’s head. majima slouches back in his seat once more, arms crossed to compensate for the fact he’s now completely tits-out rather than just partially. the indecency! the poor taxi driver!

    “just give it back to me tomorrow or whenever. i tr-”  he interrupts himself with a hardly concealed burp, bringing his fist up to cover his mouth. “-- i trust ya’ to take good care of it.”

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ignore the fact i said i was gonna get to asks sometime tonight and instead fucked around in katamari

anyways. every night i consider replaying 0 for the third time and maxing out majimas cabaret again simply because i hate myself