#akiiyamashun

[dojimakaichou]

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.” (from @akiiyamashun!)

Daigo flipped his phone over and frowned thoughtfully. He tapped it, grimaced at the smear of blood his thumb left, and read his newest text message. It was from his husband ( as much as he could be legally, anyway ) saying that he would pick up their son from school. The confirmation was of course followed by a why and a series of wide - eyed emojis, but the former Chairman ignored those.

That was the most important thing on Daigo's list. With Kisuke now taken care of, he could focus better on the task at hand : stitching together the ugly stab wound on his thigh. By his estimation, it was shallow. Daigo sat at the edge of the tub in a t - shirt and his boxers with a sterilized hook and thick thread in his fingers. The rolls of bandage, empty bottles of peroxide, and bloody towels on the floor made their bathroom look like a crime scene.

Luckily, the ex - yakuza finished with time to spare. He wrapped the wound tightly, clenching his teeth against the pressure, and sealed the white strips together. Daigo allowed himself a few minutes to recover. Once he was sure that he could keep his head clear, he set to work cleaning up his mess. It wasn't long before the smell of bleach filled the apartment.

The former Chairman changed into comfortable clothes, opened most of the windows in their home, and brewed a pot of coffee. Heaps of sugar went into the cup with the dark liquid. Not his usual, but he needed it. — as well as two donuts from the box on the counter.

Finally, Daigo gingerly took a place at the table. Getting down to the ground hurt, but it was manageable. As he began to enjoy his afternoon snack, the ex - yakuza's muscles loosened. He felt tired, and there was a dull ache between his eyes. Daigo knew what this was : his body was responding to the absence of fear and nervousness that came with any attack like that.

The pair of sweet pastries were gone by the time Kisuke ran in the door, shouting for his father. His little face was screwed up in anger. Daigo braced himself at the sight of the seven - year - old's puffy eyes.

"It was supposed to be you," Kisuke said first, stopping directly at his father's side.

Shun Akiyama appeared in the doorway, a brow raised. He leaned against the frame, hands shoved into his pockets, and studied his lover. It wasn't like Daigo to change plans involving their son — or to be home from work like this. Akiyama's eyes narrowed. The older man looked worn out.

"I know, Kisuke," Daigo said softly. He didn't use the affectionate honorifics he would normally, afraid that Kisuke would dismiss it as being spoken to like a baby. That was his latest gripe with his parents. As far as the boy was concerned, he was already a grown man. "I am sorry. You know I don't break my word."

Kisuke folded his arms stubbornly. "You did, though," he countered. "You promised."

Daigo sighed. "Give me another chance ??" came his attempt at negotiating. The ex - yakuza barely noticed his husband slip away ; he was too caught up in trying to win back their son's favor. Soon, a handful of small bribes got Kisuke to smile again. Chief among those was Daigo's vow to take the boy to the baseball game on Saturday. He swore ardently that he would. Most people would not have fussed over breaking a promise to a child. For Daigo Dojima, however, it was a matter of pride. — particularly when this was his son, perhaps the most important thing in the world to the once - great head of Tokyo's underground.

Another voice broke into their conversation. "Hey, kiddo," Akiyama said cheerily, reappearing in the dining area. There was obviously something hidden behind his back. "Why don't you go start your homework ?? We can fire up the PlayStation tonight if you get it all done before dinner. Deal ??"

Kisuke's eyes grew wide. Suddenly, he was much less angry with Daigo. The former Chairman chuckled at the enthusiasm with which the boy bolted. He couldn't help but be relieved at how quickly his offense was smoothed over with baseball and video games. Maybe, Kisuke also knew, deep down, his father wouldn't have broken his promise without a good reason.

Akiyama's smile slipped slightly as Kisuke's footsteps disappeared into his room, but the loan shark's easy posture remained the same. "So, Daigo - kun," he started, canting his head. "What did happen ??"

The ex - yakuza took a long drink of his lukewarm coffee. "I got sick," he said flatly, keeping the mug clasped in his palms.

"Uh - huh." Akiyama drew his lover's ruined suit jacket out and tossed it onto the floor near Daigo. The inside of it, which was lined with a beautiful ivory fabric to contrast the charcoal gray exterior, was stained a dark red with dried blood. Daigo visibly flinched. "Try two. What happened ?? Is this . . . yours ??"

The older man set down his drink. His black eyes fixed on the table. "I went out for lunch today. On the way back to the office, I took the alleys — I just needed a quiet place to smoke, Shun." Daigo picked at the top of the surface in front of him. "There was a woman. She followed me. I can't remember much. The most important detail is that she stabbed me. In the leg. I called Osamu and told them I threw up — bad food or something. I wrapped the wound up in my jacket and called a car. It's not bad. Really."

Akiyama exhaled slowly. "Okay," he said, leaning back on his heels. "Now, try three." The loan shark's brows drew together. "I know you, Dojima. There's always another layer to the story with you." His tone was teasing, even if his voice was strained with a touch of worry.

Daigo dragged his gaze up. "Her son was Tojo years ago." He spoke lowly, and those infamous obsidian irises grew foggy with the ghosts he tried so often to lock away. "A smuggler. During one of his runs, he was killed. She recognized me walking down the street ; I think it was too much for her. Normally, people who have a point like that to make with me just glare or spit. This mother had . . . other ideas."

Ah, there it was. Akiyama's expression softened considerably. He nudged the bloody jacket out of the way and crossed the floor. The moneylender kneeled down beside Daigo. A hand instinctively went to the other's back, where it stroked the beautiful tattoo hidden under the ex - yakuza's shirt. "You didn't turn her in, did you ??" he whispered.

Daigo shook his head. " — and say what, Shun ?? She was right. We have Kisuke, I mean . . . if anything happened to him, I would do a fucking lot more to the person responsible than take a pen knife to their leg. I don't blame her."

Akiyama pressed his lips together thoughtfully. "You never blame any of them," he muttered, half in frustration and half in admiration. The loan shark leaned back, shook stray hair out of his face, and laid his fingers on Daigo's closest leg. He pressed down the other man's thigh until he felt a difference in texture where the bandages must be.

Daigo hissed between his teeth, but that was all the reaction he gave. A bloom of red appeared under Akiyama's hand, which he quickly withdrew.

"On a scale of one to ten : how bad is it hurting ??" the loan shark asked.

"A four," his husband replied, glancing down at the pool of blood staining his sweatpants with a sense of irritation.

"Alright, then," Akiyama said, reaching up to pat Daigo's shoulder. "Hospital."

"It's a four, Shun," the ex - yakuza insisted loudly.

"When you say your pain's four out of ten, that's a normal person's eight out of ten," the loan shark argued, snaking his hand under Daigo's upper arm. "We're going to the hospital. You can say you didn't see who did it."

The former Chairman set his teeth. Akiyama ignored Daigo's blustering. It was intimidating — only an idiot would think of continuing to challenge him. Fortunately, Akiyama was an idiot with a not - so secret advantage. He smiled, the sort of charming smile that Daigo adored on him, and leaned in to kiss his lover on the mouth.

As the ex - yakuza answered the gesture, Akiyama surged to his feet. He had no hope of dragging Daigo himself, but he knew that forcing the older man into a certain predicament could work. Daigo could choose to stay on the floor ( which would probably tear his stitches given how hard Akiyama yanked on him ) or scramble up with the moneylender. Daigo chose rather smartly to do the latter. A deep groan left the former Chairman as he struggled to stand. For a moment, he swayed. Akiyama swallowed nervously and brought Daigo against him. Instinctively, scarred hands laced behind his hips, and Daigo buried his face in the curve of Akiyama's shoulder.

"You know what ??" The moneylender turned his head, lips brushing the edge of Daigo's cheek. "I'd curse all the muscle you have, it makes you so damn heavy — but I like looking at it too much."

Daigo laughed hoarsely into Akiyama's shirt, and the loan shark grinned, glad for the sound. "You had better unplug that PlayStation and stuff it into a bag," the ex - yakuza said tiredly. "We can't break another promise to Kisuke - kun, Shun ; I'll walk out if the hospital doesn't have the right ports."

Akiyama squeezed Daigo fondly. "I believe you would."

[rosegoldandsequins]

@akiiyamashun​​  //  SENT :

∆ CATCH ∆  -  sender grabs receiver’s hand(s) to keep them from losing their balance/falling.

❛ ❤ ⋯      

Okamura’s cabin sparkled : everything was covered with a fine, glitter - like substance that made the entire room shine like the surface of a diamond. The lighting inside was soft and warm. It made the reflective stars and planets patterned across the walls appear to spin and glow. Bits of gold jewelry were laid out across one of the tables, atop which sat a large mirror. There were digital images set along the frame of the glass, many of which showed Okamura’s favorite places that the Tojo had visited. 

Akiyama stepped into the quiet sanctuary with a hum. He slipped off his shoes, scratched a hand through his shaggy locks, and swept his eyes around the dazzling space. It didn’t take long for him to find its sole occupant. Mindful of his beloved’s secret, the First Officer used the door’s controls to lock it behind him.

The Fae was asleep in her bed, long locks strewn across the covers. Due to the warmth of the room, she was dressed simply in a white nightgown with slim straps. Her garment exposed the light that shone from beneath her thin skin. It pulsed in time to the flutter of her heart. How fast the beat was would be alarming in another species, but the swift rhythm was normal for the Fae.

Smiling, Akiyama approached her. He leaned down toward Okamura and laid a hand gently on her hip. The Fae warbled and stirred. “Good morning, my star,” the First Officer whispered, kissing the side of her head.

Slowly, Okamura opened her eyes. She vocalized her protest with a series of slurred chirps that sounded like muffled song. Until, of course, she realized it was him. Irritation at being awoke turned to confusion ; her confusion at his presence quickly turned to delight.

Without a second thought, the Fae scrambled up out of her blankets. Akiyama took a half - step back, unable to help his laughter at her excitement. Okamura was still too groggy when she tried to get out of the bed itself, and her foot caught at the edge. The First Officer hurriedly grasped her hands and pulled Okamura against his chest to prevent her from falling onto the floor. ( with how fragile her bones were, any sort of spill could be treacherous ; it was best to avoid them altogether. )

A startling field of suspended glitter erupted from the pleased creature in his arms. Okamura righted herself and snuggled into him. Her mouth trailed along the side of his neck. When he turned his head, she was able to capture his lips and kiss him deeply. The Fae drew her arms up in order to entwine them behind his head.

Since the Tojo was docked for scheduled maintenance at one of the Federation’s key ports, the administrative officials had declared that all of her senior officers needed to show for review. They claimed it was to make up for the time missed while the Tojo was out, but Okamura knew better. This was all ‘ red tape, ’ as their grumbling captain said  ―  excuses to hold the ship and crew hostage for a brief spell. All it really did was infuriate Daigo, who reported to their summons first. As second - in - line, Akiyama was forced to do the same today.

“I missed you,” Okamura breathed, breaking their embrace to get a better look at Akiyama. “Even if you do look excellent in your dress uniform.” She slid her hands over his shoulders and down onto his breast as she slipped out of his hold gracefully.

“You think so?” Akiyama asked, raising an eyebrow. “I hate this thing ; it’s too tight.” For emphasis, he pulled at the collar of the shirt. By design, it hugged the lower half of his throat. Practically choked him, he moaned every time he was made to wear it.

Okamura laughed. The sound was high - pitched and uniquely melodic. “Are you saying that you need helping taking it off  .    .    .  ?” she teased, reaching for the intricate clasps on his side. 

Akiyama kissed her forehead. “I think I might,” he chuckled. His breath tickled her flesh, causing the Fae to squirm. Her laughter grew louder as the First Officer moved to capture her slender frame. He drew them down onto the bed, though he was mindful to keep her on top ( for her pleasure as much as her safety ). Okamura lifted her torso up, hands planted on either side of Akiyama.

“What is that look for?” he murmured, brushing a portion of her hair over her shoulders. The task of removing his pesky uniform was temporarily forgotten. When Okamura furrowed her brow, he brought up a hand to her face. A thumb grazed under her bottom lip, highlighting the sweet curve to it. “This.”

“  ―  an emotion, I think,” the Fae replied truthfully. “I’ve been reading and watching what’s available in the databases. This feeling is  .    .    .  I love you. What humans call it.”

Akiyama blinked, stunned into silence. Of all of the phrases she could have said, that was certainly among those he hadn’t expected. Her unusual wording suggested that Okamura was unfamiliar with the phrase and perhaps even the verbalized sentiment ( while some of their peers were terribly fond of her, he couldn’t imagine any of them ever said they loved her even if they did platonically ). It saddened him to think she had never heard it before  ―  though what truly struck the First Officer dumb was how genuine her expression was. She may not have known how to share it exactly, but she did love him. With all of the weight those three little words carried.

“You don’t want  .    .    . ‘ I love you ’ ?” the Fae asked, beginning to draw back quizzically.

Akiyama cursed his silence. “No, no  ―  Azumi.” Tenderly, he grasped her arm to stop her from sitting up properly. “Your ‘ I love you ’ is something I do want, uh  ―  well, your love is something I want. Both.” The First Officer sighed, unable to hide his amusement at himself. “What I am trying to say is : I love you, too.”

( and he did, he realized, as he watched her features flood with relief and a sense of elation she didn’t quite understand. she was the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on, and this  .    .   .  this was far greater than two attractive crew members sharing their pleasure with one another anymore. it was real. )

“I hope I get to say it for a very long time,” he added affectionately, tucking strands of rose gold behind her ear.

[digitalmadness]

{Continuing from (x) for: @akiiyamashun }

✦ Muse: Mᴀsᴀʏᴏsʜɪ Tᴀɴɪᴍᴜʀᴀ

❖

While the sleep had certainly been noted, nothing has been said. Instead, Tanimura kept his mouth shut. Then again, it would add fuel to the fire if he mentioned anything, given how Hana looked. Disapproving of the situation. Particularly at Akiyama, who probably should have gotten up by now and done something. Well, only a guess. Tanimura could only assume based on the knowledge he had from his visits from time to time. Even if his visits were brief.

Tanimura moved to take a cigarette for himself, giving a nod of thanks. It's been a while since he had one. Since.....huh, it's been since last night. Regardless, he took it, lighting up his own shortly afterwards.

❝I was just curious if you wanted to hang out. No business related stuff this time.❞ The shift in the response he gotten could only mean one thing and he didn't need to look behind him to know what's going on. He didn't dare look over his shoulder. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on Akiyama. A reassuring smile sitting on Tanimura's lips. ❝Only if you are up for it that is. I don't want to hold you back if you are doing something.❞

Leaning back, getting himself a little more comfortably, he let out a breath of smoke before going back. Then, a shift in his behavior at those words. The reassuring smile dropped immediately.

❝Not at all! In fact, I only visited a few times because I was curious if they needed any help.❞ That and his business also took him in the area. Why not stop and take a break? Only for a short period of time before jumping right back into work.

[akiiyamaniran]

"Hey, kiddo," Akiyama's voice came from the couch of their shared quarters, his presence almost concealed by the darkness of the cabin if not for the soft glow of the tablet in his hands - the commander was not an uncommon sight at strange hours in the night, particularly when he had really early starts at the bridge.

But on that particular night, catching up on a live reality show he liked from Myr III was just the way to pass the time until Niran returned; although neither of the men spoke about about it, the first officer's concern was more in relation to whether his oldest one would develop some sort of physical trademark or characteristic that would denounce his mixed blood and whether that would need to be concealed from the crew.

Protecting his children - and Azumi, the love of his life - were very important priorities to Akiyama Shun, even if his teenage soon would see it as some sort of overwhelming parenting.

"Everything ok tonight?" Akiyama raised his head, looking at Niran with a fond smile and pausing the video streaming, issuing a command for some lights to be turned on (just enough for them to see each other but not at full potency). Craning his head to look at his oldest, the chocolate-brown eyes of his father were truly warm despite the sensation that he was just seeking to intrude in Niran's privacy, "I know I say this all the time but you know you can talk to me if anything weird happens with the girls, right? Been there, kiddo. I may not sparkle but I definitely have more glitter in my bloodstream than anyone else in the fleet."

NIRAN SLIPPED INTO HIS FAMILY'S shared cabin, something held between his teeth. Luckily, the door was able to ID him without it, otherwise he would have been forced to swap the clothing around in his hands to free one. His training uniform was balled up in his arms ; Captain Dojima ( his uncle, of sorts ) had been kind enough to allow the Akiyamas' oldest to get a feel for the Federation life by starting onboard.

Of course, Niran's formal shift ended hours ago. The eighteen - year - old went dancing on the holodeck with a group of fellow youngsters after. One of the new girls, a pretty human who was just barely his senior, caught his eye. Niran's impressive skills earned him the right to step over the threshold of her cabin. His indisputable good looks and skillful tongue ( as she remarked of it several times over their time together ) got him into her bed.

The eldest of the Akiyamas' brood slipped inside of the family cabin, trying to ignore that he was salivating around the wrapper in his mouth. He always liked fast, convenient food with little to no nutritional value ; tonight's treat was some kind of pre - packaged pastry from an Earth long, long before his time. Courtesy of the Tojo's fabricator system, of course.

Niran grunted in greeting as he pathed toward the nearest decorative table to dump off his armload. His dark eyes narrowed at the flare of the lights. Thankfully, his father was kind enough to keep them on the softer side. While his back was briefly turned, the teenager extracted and tore open his snack.

Akiyama's words made Niran bristle at first. He knew why his father was checking in this way . . . but that didn't make it any less overbearing.

Niran inhaled deeply as he spun toward the sofa, mouth filled with cheap dough and berry paste, but any real snarl he conjured in the moments before was lost at the warmth in Akiyama's eyes. It was impossible to stay mad at the older man. Niran knew he cared ( fuck, he cared incessantly, that was the problem ! ) and that he was only looking out for his family. They were, after all a . . . very unique one.

Niran casually brushed a bit of glitter off of the table as he swallowed his monstrous taste of the treat. Their mother tried so hard not to drop the Shimmer in their shared areas, if only to save her children from leaving them sparkling like living diamonds, but treacherous patches of Fae glitter still made it out of his parents' bedroom on occasion. Niran sighed. He hated that she wouldn't just be herself everywhere in their own home. It felt cruel, keeping her cooped up in a false appearance like that, but he could see her point of view.

Much like he recognized where his father was coming from. Azumi Okamura was special, there was no doubt about that ; however, she was a member of a defined species. Their three children were not. As far as the Akiyamas' trusted group of comrades knew, no Fae ever crossbred with a human in Federation records. Given how isolated the species was, it was highly likely that Niran, Made, and Emma were truly the first of a new kind.

"Seriously, Dad," Niran began, sauntering over to the chair diagonal from his father. He unceremoniously collapsed into it. In the confined space, the teenager twisted his body and threw his legs over one of the arms. "I wouldn't be trying to sneak in if I suddenly sprouted wings or something. You'd be the first to know — trust me."

The teenager folded an arm behind his head leisurely. "I'm careful, okay ?? I mean that. Sure, I keep . . . wrappers on me, but I don't go sticking it in every time. Most girls prefer other attention, anyway." Niran stuck out his tongue to illustrate his point and chuckled.

"I promise you there's nothing to worry about," he finished. "On the being half - alien, surprise grandkids, or health front. If I suspect at any point that's changing, though . . . yeah, I'll come find you."

[mjm5655]

❛   ah, so you’re bored. no … you’re worried.  ❜  

castlevania s4 quotes // accepting ! // @akiiyamashun

there was nothing really making him move from this hostess club that his men had badged into, minami was back to doing his godawful singing with some of his men cheering him on. whatever, majima would let the kid have his fun.

he was sat smoking his cigarette, kind of in defeat as he heard they had just missed yasuko, girl's been going around calling herself lily now, she had shibata's men after her, but majima just was concerned of her safety, he knew he had to make amends, & yasuko was just as much a little sister to him as she was saejima's. some part of him wishes he could have been the one to have went on that hit, allow saejima to have been free, allow saejima to have looked after his younger sister.

but of course, his sworn brother was stubborn. he wasn't ready to die however, & he had family ... actual family that he needed to look after, majima had nothing ; leaving his broken home nearly as soon as he could, he never looked back when he finally made it as yakuza. he had no reason to. majima would have died for shimano, no doubts about it, he would have done the time himself, it wouldn't have mattered so much, there'll been no one who missed him on the other side.

oh, he forgot, the owner of this place was still here ... he looked up at the man, not really having got a name yet, just the name of the place 'lily' was seen working at.

❝ i guess ya could say that, the person that i'm lookin' to protect, i thought i might've found her, but now i'm right back to square one. ❞

his cigarette was just about done, so he stubbed it out on the ashtray that sat upon the table in front of him, looking up at the other again, he kind of hoped that the other would know something, anything.

❝ ya truly don't have a clue where she went ? ❞

[okanefutan]

@akiiyamashun​​ inquired: “Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today’s tasks.” // [x]

It had been by chance he had overheard the other’s statement ⸺ at least, what he had first perceived as the man speaking aloud to himself may have turned out to be an incorrect assumption when he’d spared a look his way, only to realize the stranger had been looking in his direction. Undoubtedly an attempt at small talk with a fellow client at the local Café Alps before he went on his merry way to do whatever it was a man in his position did for a living.

Mine, not giving so much as a thought to how his silence in response to the other’s attempt at friendly chitchat may have come across as unnerving, only gave the other man a onceover with an equally frigid gaze. For as much as people say not to judge a book by its cover, there was plenty about a person that could be discovered based on looks alone. Demeanour, work ethic, basic income  .  .  .

The mildly unkempt hair ( although it wasn’t messy ), the unbuttoned shirt and five o’clock shadow ( not the mention his mere stance ) were a testament to both the man’s demeanour and even work ethic. Slovenly. Suggested he was lazy, and yet, his suit was high end. His watch was one he recognized, suggesting a salary well above the minimum wage for him to so comfortably be wearing it out in public without regard to the district’s crime rate.

No matter the case, he oozed sleaze just off looks alone. Mine was no stranger to his type, and could even garner a few guesses as to where his work lied. 

Throughout his inspection his expression remained unwavering, not even an attempt made to mask his immediate judgement. Still, as he waited for his own order, he indulged the stranger, if for no other reason than to pass the time.

     ❝ ⸺ Is Café Alps where you tend to go to fraternize? ❞

[stingslikeabee]

blog roll!

I figured this was time to do a small blog roll since I've been making a lot of mistakes more blogs than I can handle and not doing a superb job at being consistent with everyone, haha. But in any case, you can find Mari aka yours truly at:

@stingslikeabee - Melissa, fandomless OC, main blog

@akiiyamashun - Shun Akiyama, Yakuza/RGG, canon muse, low activity

@queenoftheboard - Eirene Campbell, Path to Nowhere, canon muse, low activity

@aurumcordis - Fiona, Tales from the Borderlands, canon muse, low activity

[queenoftheboard]

get to know the author

name: Mari.

pronouns: she/her.

preference of communication: definitely discord for mutuals who I've chatted for a while to further plot and everything! I can use the tumblr IMs at first, but if I typically offer to switch to discord pretty early on if the other mun agrees.

most active muse: currently Eirene, with my fandomless OC Melissa (@stingslikeabee) in second, and my beloved Yakuza leggy man Akiyama (@akiiyamashun) in third.

experience / how many years: gosh, I'm a Fandom Old (tm). I've used a million platforms and I started with passing notes in school and writing on actual paper; it's 15+ years doing this on and off.

platforms you use: tumblr at the moment, but I've gone through everything (forums, AIM, discord, livejournal, MSN, skype and so on).

best experience: I had a couple of really great runs in the early 2000s on livejournal and the RPC there, then since 2020 onwards here on tumblr on Melissa, including branching out to Akiyama and Eirene. It's been a constant/stable writing exercise which has helped me a lot through irl things, too.

rp pet peeves: I think the biggest one is getting what I call 'passive' replies? I'm not sure how to describe this, but feeling like I'm carrying the thread by myself and that the replies do not offer any new elements (no questions, actions or anything to react to or move the thread forward) make me lose muse very fast. Of course, sometimes this is necessary and makes sense in context! My issue is when this is a standard thing and the storytelling aspect does not feel shared, I guess. This is what makes roleplay fun and different from fanfiction, in my mind. :)

fluff, angst, or smut: all of them! I love flip-flopping through genres although smut is something I'm only comfortable after plotting and enough ooc interaction with the other mun. I'm all for telling interesting stories, no matter how they come to be in terms of being presented.

plots or memes: plotting all the way! I'm heavily plot-based and I have a preference for plotting a general timeline where we can move as we wish for threads and memes; I struggle at keeping interactions alive without some sense of direction or objective behind it all. It's fine to have the occasional slice of life or more conversation-based threads, but I generally like to have those within a bigger context.

long or short replies: long replies, I'm afraid - I just seem to have an issue with brevity, to be frank. This is something from my personal life that bleeds onto work, school assignments, real life letters etc; I write a lot, I write fast and I write frequently. It doesn't bother or strain me and as a result I've developed a rather introspective style of roleplay where there is a lot of thoughts/feelings included in replies, so they tend to be longer than average, I feel. I am always lowkey afraid this intimidate others - because it shouldn't! And I never expect the same length in return, just something to react to, really.

best time to write: it used to be during work hours when I was at the laptop already and alternated between work stuff and replies to take breaks, but now it's more evenly distributed during the day, I guess? I'm usually not writing super early in the day or very late at night because English is required and I tend to be only half-coherent and running mostly on default software that is equipped with Portuguese only, I'm afraid. >_>;

are you like your muse(s): definitely not hahaha. Apart from a life in the corporate world, we have almost nothing in common - not even the hair color! I'm more emotional, I know just the basics of chess, I have no super powers related to partial mutation, I don't really enjoy wearing high heels everywhere and I grow attached to people way more frequently than Eirene does. I'm pretty fucking good at my job, but I'm not a business prodigy either.

[akiiyamashun]

akiiyamashun: an independent, private & selective blog for Akiyama Shun (秋山 駿) of the Yakuza (龍が如く) franchise penned by Mari (30+, she/her, UTC -3), a very headcanon-based portrayal with verses currently covering events from Yakuza 1 to Yakuza 6 (LAD events / implications to be added and adapted in the near future). Est. in 2022. Personals DNI.

rules . the lifeline of kamurocho . headcanons . available verses . mobile information . art credit . divider credit

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @akiiyamashun​ ―             ( from the kiss meme / no longer accepting )

a kiss after receiving good news . (verse of your choosing!)

★. ―

Daigo crept out of the bedroom, stifling a yawn. It was early, even for him ― according to his phone, the sun had barely gone down. He stopped outside of their daughter's old room and sniffed. Kiriko was visiting for a week. The old vampire smiled at the mingling scents coming out from under her door. Something on the floor caught his eye. Daigo stooped down, picked it up, and carried on with his search.

He found Akiyama standing in front of one of the great windows in the living room. Without a second thought, Daigo stepped behind his mate and wound his arms around the loan shark's middle. The glittering lights of Tokyo stretched out before them, like a blinking sea of stars ; it was almost as if the night sky had fallen to earth and spread across the buildings. Daigo ducked his head and nosed into the side of Akiyama's throat. A deep inhalation brought the moneylender's scent sweeping over Daigo's senses, and he groaned softly into Akiyama's warm skin. His grip tightened for a moment, equal parts possessive and betraying his need to hold and be held.

"Hello," Akiyama murmured, voice tinged with his amusement. He allowed his more slender body to go slack against Daigo's chest. Let the elder vampire support him entirely ― Daigo always liked that feeling.

"I couldn't sleep," Akiyama continued, answering Daigo's unasked question. His fingertips grazed over his mate's bare arm leisurely. Whatever Akiyama would have said next was stopped by him encountering the object in Daigo's fingers. The ex - Chairman chuckled and held it up.

Akiyama took the long brown feather from Daigo's hand and twirled it by the bottom, expression changed by an easy smile. "So it seems our daughter - in - law couldn't bear another night alone," he concluded, tone fond. "She is as bad as her mothers. Though, the same could be said for us, I suppose."

Daigo lifted his face and pressed a kiss to the side of Akiyama's hair. "You're so quick to blame Mai," he countered. "Kiri - chan has been sick without her these past four days ; it's possible she was calling to Mai. Do you remember that time I tried to take that trip north ?? to Akita ?? I was doing business on the coven's behalf, and I could barely think straight without you."

Akiyama laughed. "Of course I remember. I took a train as soon as the sun set to get to you. My head was so full of your moping that I couldn't get anything done." His teasing remark rolled back across their bond with a sense of reassurance.

A low snort from Daigo was accented by the way he squeezed Akiyama. For a moment, he contemplated lifting the worn t - shirt his mate wore to lay his arms against Akiyama's flesh. Fortunately for the moneylender, Daigo was too comfortable to move. Instead, he mulled over what Akiyama said earlier.

"You couldn't sleep ??" Daigo reiterated, curious. There was no sign of anything negative in the part of him that was connected to the creature in his grasp. Aside from the usual stresses, everything appeared to be fine. Daigo could not find any immediate sorrow or anger that would give him a hint. Perhaps his lover had suffered a nightmare, and the emotional impact was gone already.

"I couldn't turn my brain off," Akiyama replied. "Taking too many trips down memory lane, I guess."

At the blatant confusion in their bond from Daigo, Akiyama's scarlet eyes widened. He carefully untangled his body enough to turn around. Daigo's palms fell to Akiyama's hips in response to his mate's self - established freedom. The older vampire canted his head, brows knitted together.

"You're kidding," Akiyama breathed, unable to hide his mild shock. "There is no way that you forgot." Really, the moneylender was stunned. Akiyama laced his digits behind Daigo's neck and encouraged the former yakuza to pull his head toward him. "You've been busy visiting Kiri - chan, I know, but still. Anniversaries are usually your thing. Happy fiftieth, Daigo - kun."

Akiyama kissed his mate before Daigo could reply. The shock in their bond told him everything. Daigo's claws curled into Akiyama's clothing and tugged the moneylender closer. Their embrace deepened. It was only when Akiyama pulled away that Daigo stopped.

"Fifty years ??" Daigo echoed dumbly.

The loan shark threw his head back and laughed, clearly proud of himself for keeping track of this milestone when Daigo hadn't. "Since you changed me," Akiyama said, explaining the way they usually marked the annual turn of their relationship. "Fifty years, Dojima. I've been a vampire ― we've been mated, technically ― for that long."

Daigo's face changed, cycling through surprise, embarrassment, and finally joy as Akiyama's news sank in. He pressed the loan shark into him and brought their lips together again. The moneylender giggled, cheery sound muffled by his mate's enthusiasm.

[digitalmadness]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜ (for Tanimura!)

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ ━ ﹗

❖

While Akiyama's voice - coming from behind - had came out in a low tone, it didn't stop Tanimura from getting startled. For once and for whatever reason, he had became startled, which he shouldn't be. Given that the two seemed to check up on each other. It shouldn't come as a surprise the loan shark would turn up where Tanimura would be found hiding, not far from where Little Asia is. A place he didn't go too far to walk to, especially since he couldn't bring himself to go anywhere else.

Feet took him away from the edge - away from the railing he leaned up against - and turning him away to face the familiar face that the dull neon lights glowed around. Just enough to see who it is. Well, if the voice isn't already a clue enough for it.

❝You know, this place can never sleep, right? Kamurocho, I mean.❞ The joke rolled off his tongue. Just to lighten the mood, even though there's nothing to exactly be so down in the dumps. Well, quite down in the dumps for Tanimura, though he may not say anything, unless Akiyama asked about it. Rummaging through his jacket, he took out a pack of cigarettes. And there he goes handing one out for the loan shark to take. ❝What about you? Can't sleep?❞

[akiiyamaniran]

P I N N E D.

100 BAD DAYS MADE 100 GOOD STORIES, 100 GOOD STORIES MAKE ME INTERESTING AT PARTIES.

#1. An independent, selective, and private roleplay blog for an original character based in the RGG / Yakuza video game world. Managed by Dawn.

#2. NSFW content will be present on this blog. All triggers are tagged with a generic ___ tw system. Due to the nature of this characters, minors should not follow or interact.

#3. Niran is the adopted son of Shun Akiyama ( akiiyamashun ) and my own original character, Azumi Okamura. He is the property of myself and Mari, the mun of the aforementioned Akiyama. In his later life, Niran takes over Sky Finance and runs it similarly to his father.

[mjm5655]

a muse's list of likes.

favorite fruit(s) : strawberries, watermelons

favorite activity(ies) : gaming, fighting, training, movies

favorite flower(s) : cherry blossoms

favorite season(s) : winter

favorite insect(s) : he's actually more into arachnids so things like spiders, & scorpions.

favorite animal(s) : snakes, cats, dogs, tigers. he likes dragons too.

favorite gem(s) : he's not particularly into gems, he would buy his girls nice jewellery with gems that they like though.

favorite time of day : dawn

tagged by ; @auburniivenus

tagging ; @dojimakaichou, @catncore, @akiiyamashun, @ivory-paragon

[stingslikeabee]

[ GET TO KNOW YOUR WRITING PARTNER! ]

Knowing your writing partners can potentially make writing together a lot easier. Repost, don’t reblog.

NAME: Mari.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord, once we’re mutuals and I feel there is a good chance of plotting to get things off the ground - the tumblr IM is just too small and annoying to work with, so I generally offer to switch to discord if my partner is also okay with that. :)

NAME OF MUSE(S): Only active blogs are Melissa, a FFVII OC with several other verses (on this blog) and Akiyama Shun, a canon muse from the Yakuza/RGG franchise ( @akiiyamashun ).

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG: Oh, boy - I have been roleplaying before even realizing I was roleplaying. Technically I started with writing shared notes and passing them in class with friends back in 2000, haha. In terms of online roleplay, I did it most in LiveJournal communities with threads over AIM for 2006-2008ish, I think, then picked that up again in 2010-2012 but with MSN rather than AIM for threads and then remained mostly on MSN/Skype with a few partners until returning to tumblr around 2013-2014 and then the FFVII RPC from 2016 onward on tumblr (plus skype/discord). I’m old, I guess.

BEST EXPERIENCE: The friendships! I’ve met people from all over the world thanks to this hobby, and while I’ve not been able to keep in touch with everyone, I still have lovely friends I talk to frequently, as well as people to exchange gifts/cards/stuff with, not to mention just share some of the burden of our real lives when it’s too heavy. This is really an aspect I’m super fond of and I really look at my online friends as ‘regular’ friends. :) I’m always planning to meet up in person too (if only you guys lived closer, sometimes I think I’m the token South American member of the RPC I’m in).

RP PET PEEVES: I feel really frustrated when I get nothing to work with in a reply - another muse just passively reacting to whatever has happened but not asking questions / doing a new action / creating something new to move the plot forward is really a problem to me. Since I’m always trying to achieve some goal with my threads, feeling like I’m doing the heavy lifting all the time to get to that goal is very discouraging and tiresome. I’d rather have my partner writing in OCs/bystanders or even doing minor god-modding (like assuming my muse will take something, follow them, sit as requested etc) than an entirely passive, reflective reply only.

MUSE PREFERENCES FOR ANGST / FLUFF / SMUT: Give me everything! :D I am a sucker for happy endings more often than not so I usually counter angst with fluff but yes, I enjoy being wrecked by feelings on a daily basis. I love doing these alongside worldbuilding and fleshing out the world we’re writing in as well.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I’m a very plot-driven person and I struggle without an overall direction for a thread. My preference is to establish a ‘main verse’ for our muses in terms of interactions/timelines that is covered in threads, and use memes to go all over it. I’m not chronologically locked - we can write whenever in the timeline we are creating - but this is how my brain best processes information. My memes are always very detailed in terms of responses, so without plotting for dynamics/storyline I may get stuck and not be able to answer.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I’m a multi-para/novella writer - writing has always been something of a hobby coupled with something that comes easily to me and I have trouble trying to keep stuff... Concise, I guess (it extends to work, even - the amount of times a boss of mine has gone on about how ‘less is more’ is something). It’s not even because a lot is happening in terms of actions - my writing style is kinda introspective and I can go forever about how my muse feels or how they think/are impacted by something. I try to tone this down and cut things to not go overboard ALL the time, particularly if this is not a preference of my partner.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: There is not a right time of the day per se - I tend to write more during my own work hours because I work from home (mostly) and already am on computer, so I just pepper my work day with some breaks for writing to keep me motivated. Sometimes I do more replies after work is done, if I’m not super sleepy and the ability to combine words in English is still intact.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: Yes and no. We do share some similarities - mostly in the motherly/big sister vibes, and also I’m frequently an older/the oldest person of my group so the nurturing bit is quite natural; we’re also both talkative and enjoy connecting to people on a personal level - but I guess these are the closest we get to be. I come from a rather happy home/childhood, have taken career choices that are not related to artistic skills whatsoever and I do not consider myself nearly as feminine as Melissa is (I can barely walk in high heels, guys). Oh, I also do not have the habit of falling for dangerous men who have committed/can commit/will commit murder, that’s 100% on her.

tagged by: @holyguardian - ty, sweetie! :D

tagging: @sixthxchairman . @shinrasfirst . @ofgeneticperfection . @devilreno . @cwarmonger & you!

[rosegoldandsequins]

@akiiyamashun​  //   SENT :

It wasn't often that Akiyama woke up before Okamura - usually his wife had a morning routine which started much earlier than anyone gave her credit for, although the moneylender assured the heiress constantly that she was never anything short of beautiful to him. But even the blonde could see that something was amiss with the loan shark given his very weird look (almost to the point of looking comical on him). Okamura didn't have to ask - when the man realized his wife was up, he rolled closer to her over the bed, folding arms under his body and using them as support for his half-naked torso; the golden phoenix pendant swung free as he did so, but the darkness of the room barely allowed for much light to be reflected by the jewelry. Akiyama placed his chin over Okamura's stomach, getting a very nice view of his wife from down there - but for once, he was entirely undistracted by her chest. "I had a very weird dream," he explained, and smiled as if conscious that what he was about to share would probably sound just as strange to his wife, but anticipating a certain comedic element in her reactions as well, "I was a... Dragon. Like a fantasy dragon, with tail, scales, wings, everything. I really liked gold," he said, and raised an eyebrow as if begging his wife not to interrupt because he wasn't done. "And then I met you - I mean, it was a princess, but it looked like you. And I fell so utterly in love with princess-you that I staged an entire fire at the castle to hide the fact I took you away so we could be happy. The last thing I remember was your hair - and that it was prettier than any gold dragon-me could find," at that moment, Akiyama's left hand extended from under his body to reach for Okamura, brushing a stray strand of hair away as if to emphasize his point to the woman in bed with him. "I have to ask, my star: if you were the princess, would you have ran away with the big, bad dragon? I mean, I set fire the the castle - I think I was a bad one."

❛ ❤ ⋯      

Okamura stirred under the covers, stretching leisurely. A yawn broke through her lips. She fumbled around for her phone ( carefully protected by a custom case made of rose gold sequins in a hard shell ) and glanced at the time. It was early  ―  before she normally got up. Okamura would have gone back to sleep if her husband hadn’t moved beside her.

The heiress’ lips tugged up into a smile as Akiyama situated himself on her middle. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark interior of their bedroom. Quietly, Okamura slipped her fingers into the loan shark’s hair and began to play with the shaggy locks. She considered teasing him about the placement of his head ( given their antics last night prior to falling asleep, Okamura’s body was completely bare ). However, Akiyama spoke first.

Okamura murmured soothingly while the moneylender described his dream for her. A carefully - plucked eyebrow ascended toward her hairline, but the heiress didn’t comment until it seemed her lover was entirely finished. Then, she giggled. 

“A dragon?” the heiress echoed. She cleared her throat to get rid of the raspy quality that had settled over her voice during sleep. Okamura’s free hand fell onto Akiyama’s arm. Pink nails stroked his skin slowly. “I think you have been watching too many episodes with Emma, ichigo ; our precious setoka’s fascination with that one is getting to you.”

“Game of Thrones?” Akiyama asked, chuckling. Emma was on her third watch of the series and had requested her father join her. There was something about the piece of media that the girl just loved ( even if it was dated by now ), and she always tried to bring her beloved father into what she liked. 

“That’s it,” Okamura said. The heiress’ smile deepened. “  ―  but, yes, I would be happy to have you kidnap me if you were a dragon.”

Akiyama laughed softly. “You barely thought about it, ma étoile.”

“I don’t need to think more,” Okamura countered, shifting a finger over to tap his nose. “If the beast is indeed you, then I have nothing to fear. You do not have an evil bone in you, ichigo  .    .    .  no matter what world or what you, I know you would never hurt me. Besides, you said yourself that you stole me to keep us together. It sounds like princess - me would be thanking you profusely.” 

The heiress’s palm moved down, cupped the loan shark’s chin, and lifted his head. She stared at him for a moment, thumb pressed just beneath his lower lip. What a handsome face. Okamura could stare at it for the rest of her days, hopelessly lost in the laugh lines and little wrinkles under his eyes that she adored. Scales, horns, wings  .    .    .  those additions wouldn’t make a difference for the heiress. As long as it was still him.

“We’re very lucky ladies, ichigo,” Okamura whispered. “That we both get to have any type of you.”