#kansaisdragon

[yukikorogashi]

   Needed a break from the super simple, cutesy stuff that I’ve been doing for work, so finally took the time to try and finish up this giftart for @kansaisdragon. ❤️

   Admittedly, I also gave up doing things the right way, and just painted over my entire sketch and lineart 🤷 Also the background was a last minute decision, auehauwhe!

[deathleadsarc]

@kansaisdragon​  ​ |  a suspicious starter      

―    🜛    ―  "  What  a  gunfight  you've  been  through.  "          polite  interest,  made  all  the  more  polite  with  her  Japanese,  dressing  the  wounds  upon  his  arm  with  rapt  attention.  Yakuza,  certainly,  but  a  patient  she  would  not  turn  away  from  her  door.            "  Not  that  you  look  hurt  in  the  slightest.  .  .  or  is  this  just  you  showing  off  your  poker-face.  "

[stingslikeabee]

@kansaisdragon . from here

The grin that was offered to the man in return for his prompt acceptance was a genuine one then - Melissa was relieved that he was quick to trust her claims and to follow her lead, because they were indeed running out of time. There was so much she could avoid and manipulate by playing the card of a dumb, female foreigner - it would not be enough to help him if the officers got further inside the club.

“Perfect - this way, then,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper, and immediately shifted into what was more clearly a public, professional hostess persona. Despite the fact that Melissa was smiling the entire time, it was not the type that reached her eyes; the way she loosely locked their arms was not uncommon for a girl and her assigned customer while walking over to the karaoke, but she was gripping the tall, blond stranger a bit tighter than a hostess would generally do.

Still - Melissa made a point to excitedly converse about the newest additions to the machine and the fact that it had been ages since they last tried a duet; it was a harmless monologue that went unnoticed while they strolled past other occupied booths, and none of the local employees or fellow guests realized anything amiss. But instead of going to the stage, she gently steered the man to a door close by - a closed one, but not locked; it opened quickly once she tried it, and she slipped inside fast, disentangling herself from the unexpected protector of her friend the other day.

Melissa then motioned for him to follow her and shut the door again as fast as she could (but not after a final peek, satisfied when no one seemed to care about their destination). The hostess breathed deeply then - the girl had not even realized she had been holding some air up during the past seconds, but they were not out of the woods yet - they needed to keep moving. “Okay, almost there,” she told him with a determined nod, and then slipped past his imposing figure to walk ahead of him, sometimes pausing before an open door and checking the interior before carrying on.

The service hallway led to a few administrative spots - the girls’ locker, a break room, a couple of offices for bookkeeping, job interviews and storage of several different items, but it did not lead to the kitchens - otherwise, someone would have surely crossed their path. There were a couple of girls on their break when they went by, but they had been too busy with their phones to even notice Melissa slipping by with their mysterious guest trailing behind.

The final door showed them outside - just above the Sotenbori footpath, and the girl looked visibly relieved by the time they both made out, leaning against the closed door to catch her breath for a minute and then looking at the guy she supposed she had... Smuggled out of the club. Well. There was a first time for everything, she supposed.

“I guess we should move away from the club - they will start looking around here later when they realize you’re not hiding in the restrooms,” Melissa said with an amused look, pushing herself off the door she had been leaning against and seemingly adapted to the night air of Kansai even if she had no coat or jacket over her hostess dress, “I’m Melissa, by the way. Your designated... Kidnapper for the evening, I guess? I should apologize for the rush, I’m not usually in the habit of fleeing the law enforcement during my shifts,” she added as a joke, of course, but the introduction hadn’t been for nothing.

The tall, blond and intimidating savior of her colleague - she had no idea of his name.

[idyllicserendipity]

short and sweet prompts.(Alway accepting!)

@kansaisdragon​ asked: " what's so funny? " (from short and sweet prompts, for Kaoru)

   THE QUESTION WOULD INCUR A TICKLED HUFF, as her gaze rose up to meet his. An almost mirthful twinkle befitting that of a LITTLE SISTER, especially as she took in the other’s own expression then. That endearingly befuddled look forming on such normally fierce looking features-- reminding her far too much of that man’s, right then. 

   It was almost ridiculous-- just how much these two actually have in common. These two... DRAGONS-- oh, she couldn’t even think that without rolling her eyes then. Knowing that little smirk on her lips was only going to earn another confused response from the other... But then again, the YAKUZA HUNTRESS was just as cheesy a title, wasn’t it? So she didn’t really have the right to tease, she suppose. But, she still just might, in the near future.

   With that said, it was probably going to take her some time-- getting use to all of this. As much as a part of her was already beginning to enjoy this, slowly embracing it-- like the gentle ocean waves that she’d once only stood shin deep in. Having once only gazing on off to what laid ahead, what she knew-- waited for her-- only for it all to now finally be here. And even if some of that weight had since begun to lift itself from her own shoulders, it was easier said than done when it came to lowering these walls to which she had built up for herself. Walls that she had firstly put up, just so that she would have been able to find the truth. No matter how difficult, no matter how painful it was going to be...

   Walls that she must now start bringing back down, brick by brick, now that she had finally found him.

   “... All of this, I guess.” 

   After everything that the two siblings have been through over the years, it all felt...a little strange. But perhaps, it was only because this was just as new to her as it was to him then. For the two of them to simply wound up here, sitting quietly together on this bench, as they shared a single tray of steaming takoyaki together. And it was probably just as odd a sight to others then, seeing a COP and YAKUZA sitting together in peace like this. But oh, if only they knew. Knew just how far this rabbit hole actually went, for these two siblings...

   It was all a little surreal to her, a sort of normalcy that she could have only dreamed about. But she was definitely not going to let go it of it then, even if her hold over it was still a tad shaky then. She was going to try, just as he would with her.

   “I mean-- have ya ever had lunch like this with your own lil’ sister before~? Heh, I think we should have ordered more than this.”

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @dragonofdojima​  ―   ( ❤ + url for positivity / accepting )

‘ ❤ ’  + @kansaisdragon​ pls c:

ooc.

Atlas !! I’m always down to yell about how much I admire Atlas. His writing is incredible. I can hear Ryuji in every line of dialogue and envision his movements with each word. It’s so much fun to read Atlas’ replies.  I love the dynamic we’ve been able to establish and build for Daigo and Ryuji. Atlas is an absolute peach to talk to ooc ; it’s always a blast to bounce ideas off of him and discuss these two overgrown toddlers. I look forward to rp - ing with Atlas for hopefully a long time to come !!

[wolfvirago]

@kansaisdragon​ - from this

Well, the issue was that even if Robin wanted to, she doubted he could tell the truth. Her standing was shaky enough as is, in this cruel and dark underworld. Her spot as matriarch had been taken from her with her brother’s disappearance, with the murder of her parents. Now, on top of everything, she had to deal with the slow uprising of yokai monsters in the underbelly of Kamurocho. 

The shifter idly watched her arm get bandaged, the larger man not really all that intimidating to her. His hair color is like her own, like her father’s, which makes her feel a little more at ease. Even if it wasn’t natural like it was for her, there was a sort of nostalgia that spiked her nerves to a dull buzz rather than the spiraling pain from before.

“I can’t tell you. You’d think I’m crazy. Most around here do.” It was the truth, cloaked in a half sort of lie. A pretty mask, whether it would invite her into the other’s curiosity or not was still undecided.

“But you’re essentially right. Sort of an animal.”

[wiitchtime]

she’s watches with intrigue.

[geistxhund-a]

“Don’t you think that car has been parked there a bit too long?”

     Now that he mentions it? It did seem suspicious, either that or it made his anxiety spike. Khaz’ arms cautiously over his middle, stray cigarette dangling loosely between scarred lips, his right hand idly grips the holstered weapon under his left arm, out of precaution. If he could avoid causing anymore commotion that what was already caused, he’d be grateful, just wanting at least a few minutes to relax before hopping onto his feet again. It would seem it was always one thing after another for the coyote that was already on the run.

   “--Shit.” Khaz pulls the cigarette away from his lips with his left hand, resting the partially smoked stick onto an ashtray, turning his gaze downwards, thinking it would help him at least a little. Truth be told, it wasn’t going to help one bit seeing how they probably already got a good, lengthy look at the two. With subtle movements, Khaz would barely turn his gaze from the ashtray, instead looking over at Ryuji with his peripheral vision. “Got a plan, B? ‘case we need t’ bail again."

[kitschd]

more intense vibes | accepting

@kansaisdragon​ says:  “ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ”

David smirks. He really never was one to think things through all the way before actually doing them. Was it foolish to challenge him a round in the ring? Absolutely. This behemoth of a man looked like he could crush him into dust.

However, it was guys like him that always underestimated him.  When are they going to realize you need to be more than just a tank?  “Yeah, probably not. That’s why I’m fucking around and finding out.  So, you wanna go a round and put me in my place?”

[yukikorogashi]

Found Family Prompts

@kansaisdragon​ asked: “   you’re my family,  screw what everyone else says .   ”

   A RED-RIMMED GAZE would lift itself soundlessly from the front of folded arms and towards his direction. Gaping ever so slightly then, as she allowed those very words to sink in. She had simply believed that he was going to sit down beside her in silence, as she cried her frustrations out as always. And normally, that was more than enough for the young girl. To just have the big lug there by her side. Especially when she grew to knew just how much he did CARE about her. And had since been supporting her in his very own Goda-Ryuji-Way... heh. 

   But, no-- not this time. As it would make sense that he too had something to say about this. Though, she suppose she simply hadn’t expected him to say it out loud then. Especially when he (And she) was so much more use to expressing himself through his ACTIONS, over words themselves.

   And during any other time, Itsuki might have smiled, if not giggled. But right then, she suppose she just needed a moment... Especially after what had taken place earlier, when they were both at her school. And no, she wasn’t as naive as others made her out to be, no. She had simply been... HOPEFUL. That things wouldn’t have turned out the way they had. That others would have been less judgemental... of whom she would choose to be her own family.

   After all, not everyone was so fortunate as to be born into the family of their dreams. One that so readily welcome them with open arms, the moment their eyes first opened to the world itself. Always taking them by the hand, and keeping them safe... no matter which direction they would go in life. And while she loved her grandmother dearly, and was grateful for all that she would do for her... There were some nights at their dining table, when everything was still just... too quiet... too lonely. 

   And in a world like this-- heck, in a city like this-- one needed to BUILD THEIR FAMILIES. And Itsuki still deeply believed that she had been lucky enough to build bonds with some pretty dang wonderful folks. Daring to cross that bridge, and enter the cave that no one dared to even trespass. And grin up towards him, as she raised her hand up to the DRAGON himself.

   “Y-Yea...” She would finally manage to utter out, after a little sniffle. “Yer... part-a mah family, bro.” While her voice was still somewhat of a hoarse whisper, each word would only grow steadier, “An’ there ain’t nothin’... anyone can do about it, heh.”

[deathleadsarc]

@kansaisdragon | cont.

―    🜛    ―    Oh  gracious!  Oh  GOODNESS!  A  woman  in  utter  surprise!!  Mouth  agape  in  shock,  suddenly  finding  herself  carried  and  carefully  held  close  in  Ryuji's  strong  arms.  Had  she  not  been  so  tired,  she  may  have  even  found  the  strength  to  protest    (    hating  the  feeling  of  being  weak,  of  relying  on  another,  of  putting  her  trust  in  someone.  .  .      )  yet,  she  ignored  the  growing  heat  that  pools  to  her  already  dark  cheeks,  a  beautiful  burnt  cherry  to  accompany  the  deep  complexion.  

Hands  gripped  a  bit  tighter  'round  his  broad  shoulders,  trying  to  remember  why  she  was  in  his  arms  out  in  the  open  like  this  and  not  immediately  in  her  home  instead.  .  .  When  their  eyes  meet,  she  finally  plucks  up  the  diction  to  guide  him  to  her  clinic  (  and  her  apartment  that  sits  right  above  it    ).  

          "  You  ought  to  come  by  more  often.  .  .  "        she  turned  from  his  face  to  the  streets  ahead,  resting  against  him  and  attempting  to  fight  off  her  sleep,  her  pronunciations  falling  all  over  the  place.        "  Without  injury  of  course.  Not  that  I  mind  patching  you  up  at  all!  I,  Ohh.  .  .  I'm  terrible  at  this.  Sorry,  Sorry.  "

[stingslikeabee]

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss. ( but what if it was before his fight with Kiryu? )

a fucked-up kissing meme . accepting

From the moment they met, Melissa knew Ryuji followed no rules but his own - the patriarch had his very unique moral compass, an internal code of honor and a source of never-ending passion to seeing his dreams coming true. These things had all drawn the hostess to him - Ryuji was brighter than anything the woman had seen before; his pull was like the one of the sun over a smaller planet, and basking in his light and warmth was so incredibly addictive.

Among his decisions was the iron-clad resolve to be the single ‘Dragon’ in the yakuza world; and while Melissa had never seen (or interacted with) the man who Ryuji considered as his sworn opponent and enemy, there were enough whispers around. Particularly after her relationship with the Go-Ryu Clan patriarch went public - as a result of being somewhat ‘accepted’ as one of their own, certain conversations regarding to their own legends and personalities which did not necessarily make headlines reached her.

Kiryu Kazuma sounded like a myth - particularly when Ryuji was not around, tales about him seemed to suggest the stuff of legends, covering from super-human strength to being nigh invulnerable to bullets and other weapons. Frankly, it made Melissa anxious - and while she struggled to picture someone who could best her lover in a fight, these shared stories were not from other impressionable hostess like herself - they were from seasoned yakuza members, so there had to be some truth to it.

And yet - the brunette hoped it was just exaggeration or fabrication. The fact remained that the girl choose to believe Ryuji, and the wins he had claimed in other occasions seemed to suggest a favorable scenario. He would do it, right? He had never failed - there was no promise of his that went unfulfilled. The patriarch said that he would look after her and he had performed flawlessly; he had vouched to make the hostess happy at his side (after making sure she really desired that position and all the consequences that came with it) and Melissa had no complaints.

So when the night of their departure to Kamurocho came, the woman tried her best to shake the fears and anxiety off her frame; Ryuji could do it. As they embraced in his office and away from the gaze of his men, the yakuza dipped down for a kiss - and it was a searing one, the type that left Melissa dizzy and grasping at the lapels of his coat for support once he was done. He didn’t need to say it - but the words ‘I’ll be back’ followed, a small comfort to the woman he declared to adore and worship, and she nodded.

Under his gaze - so fierce and strong like thunder, but soft and warm for her - Melissa believed every single word; he would win. She would pray for the gods to make it so, to deliver her beloved Ryuji home, safe and sound and with one hell of a story to share.

“I know you will - I’ll be waiting,” she replied, and offer a light peck over his lips in return. The hostess inhaled sharply and forced her hands to drop off his clothing while taking a step away; she wanted to look strong and deserving of his confidence and respect on the eve of such an important occasion.

“I love you, Ryuji. Please come back to me,” a smile was shared between the two of them and he nodded, a wink added for good measure before he left the office and returned to his men to lead the charge to Kamurocho. Left behind, Melissa had nothing to do but hope for good news - and she had no idea back then that these wouldn’t come.

But, somehow... His promise wouldn’t be broken; it would take more time than either of them had anticipated, however one day they would be reunited in the same Osaka that had brought them together originally.

[runladybugrun]

━  closed for @kansaisdragon.

●  ●  ●  ●  ●  ●  ●   ❝ This isn’t what it looks like. ❞ LADYBUG dropped the limp body in his hands and raised them at the sight of the other figure. The man now sprawled out unceremoniously behind him in the alley groaned.

LADYBUG paused to reconsider his statement.  ❝ Unless it looks like I just found this guy on the ground and had nothing to do with putting him there, then  ━  yeah, that’s right. ❞ Really, that much was true. Never mind the stolen cards in his pocket or closed jacket to hide the blood on his t - shirt that was only fifteen minutes old. On his way out of another job, he had stumbled onto a very beat up, blacked - out man propped up in a dark corner. Of course, given LADYBUG’s luck, someone would see him for the one minute he stopped to investigate. Maria would be sighing in his ear right now if his previous opponent hadn’t stepped on the piece that fell out of LADYBUG’s ear mid - fight.

❝ Sooo. ❞ LADYBUG drew out the sound and rocked back on his heels, suddenly painfully aware of how badly his appearance stuck out. ❝ All  .    .    .  good? If I go? ❞

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @kansaisdragon​  ―   ( from here / accepting )

“ reminds me of you ” ( If Daigo wants some not-so-positive reminders of his pseudo-rival >:) )

ooc.

laughter that’s a little too loud but you can’t help but share.  the harsh gleam of metal.  gold not associated with wealth but courage.  a heavy hand landing on a shoulder or back.  the adrenaline rush that comes during a fight.  ‘ death is fine so long as you were the one who killed me. ’  tasting blood on your tongue.  sometimes anger is all you have.  a grin that shows teeth.  the recognizable sound of a bone breaking under your skin.  maybe we aren’t so different.  the weight of a thick coat.  steps that sound like thunder.  developing muscle for survival not show.  eyes full of fire.  raising hell just to be heard.  the familiarity of a fist connecting to bare flesh.  trying to wash blood out of pale fabrics.  standing in the shadow of a crest you can’t seem to escape.

[screamingeagle]

@kansaisdragon​ continued from here.

      “ ’Ey, don’t worry ‘bout it, big guy, ” The American piped up with a light crack of a friendly grin-- a contrast to Ryuji’s more gruff nature. “ I’m jus’ doin’ what I can t’a help out... hah, we’re both in the same situation ‘bout hospitals, hah? ” Well... maybe Ryuji didn’t fear hospitals. Max did, after a run-in with Deathshead.

      ... Now, you see... Max had no idea where he fucking was.

      He presumed it was Japan, yeah-- judging by the language Ryuji spoke in (Max’s Japanese wasn’t the best... had to learn it for the O.S.A.)-- but it was way too fuckin’ different. Looked like what was going on with Berlin with that Uber concrete and all, but... this... this wasn’t Berlin, obviously, and... there weren’t Nazis around? Shit... where the fuck did he end up? It was... probably a bit striking, considering Max stood out like a sore thumb-- old World War II uniform of an American 101st Airborne paratrooper with a Staff-Sergeant patch on his arm... didn’t help his accent was obvious.

      Soon, Max was able to properly stitch the wound, huffing a little to himself. Thank fuck he took those lessons from Missus Pippa... He was able to check over it-- and finally got some bandages over that bad boy. Nice.

      “ It’s better than it gettin’ infected, otherwise ya’d really be in a bit’uva situation. ” He soon pulled his hands away with a little encouraging grin and a thumbs up, “ Jus’ make sure t’a not do anythin’ too crazy... tho’, I kno’ how I can be... ” A pause, and soon enough he quickly glanced down to his own uniform and then to Ryuji’s attire, making him blink a few times before awkwardly muttering out, “ Hey, uh... quick question, sir? Where-- where am I, if I can ask ya? I’m... I’m guessin’ it’s Japan, but... y’see, I don’t know where I am... found myself fightin’ then next thing ya kno’ I wake up in an alleyway... ”

      “ ... it honestly don’t help I don’t fit in, hahah. ”

[ebonyforged]

@kansaisdragon​: 🧲 || Send 🧲 for a list of what my muse finds attractive about yours (accepting!)

     “So we’re already getting mushy with each other?” Her strength must really mean something to him, or he just wants his ego stroked. She’ll oblige, either way. “I mean, you’re tall and ripped, so let’s just get that out of the way. I could grate cheese on your stomach. I know that your tattoo is probably for more than just aesthetics, I know mine are, but there’s really no way to just glance at your back and not want to stare at it for at least an hour or two. I have no idea if your scar has ever bothered you. If it does, trust me, it’s not what people are looking at. You’ve got fantastic bone structure, though I do sometimes get the urge to smooth out those lines between your brows.” She’s unlikely to ever see him while he’s not frowning at least a little — maybe if he’s asleep. “You don’t get all offended and hurt just because someone smaller than you might be just as strong. You respect it, and that only makes you hotter.”