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[digitalmadness]

☆ Hi, hi!!

I apologize for not being on this blog as much as I expected to be. I genuinely do want to be here, especially since two of the fandoms I currently am in and brainrotting over is on this blog. Unfortunately, I am going to put this blog on indefinite hiatus and going to focus big time on my other blog, which y'all can follow @seeasunset .

If you do wish to drop any ships or wish to discuss them any further, feel free to always bug me. As mentioned before, I am still heavily in the Yakuza fandom and my muses for them will remain active as long as I can. The downside is that I found myself burnt out from this blog for whatever reason. If that makes any sense. Remaking the blog will do me no good. I am more than happy to still plot out any dynamics y'all have in mind, though y'all may either message me on the blog mentioned above or if you have my Discord, y'all can poke me there.

I hate to make this post, given that my muses are still active and yet I am unable to write them on Tumblr. There's nothing bad that occur, I reassure y'all. Just a little burnt out. <3

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☆ A little reminder:

While I am not in the direct path of Hurricane Ian, I am still getting affected by the hurricane. So, if I suddenly disappear sometime this week, it is possible my power might have gone out or something along those lines.

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Judgment: How easily do they forgive others? Themselves? How easily do they move forward in life? Are they harsh on themselves with self-criticism? Why? (for majima)

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Judgment: How easily do they forgive others? Themselves? How easily do they move forward in life? Are they harsh on themselves with self-criticism? Why?

➤ It truly depends on what they have done. If they did something to harm him or any he cares about, he's not keen on forgiving them as easily. In fact, his trust in them may vanish.

For himself, he could never forgive himself. He's harsh on himself, always criticizing. He doesn't have much positivity towards himself other than the skills he has. He takes great pride in his skills. Other than that, you don't see much from him. He grew in a world where it's harsh and willing to rip you apart if you are not careful. It so happens that after the incident that went down that taken his eye, he knew his fate is doomed. He can never escape the life of a yakuza.

How he moves forward in life? Mainly it stems from Majima knowing he has people like the Majima family or Saejima at his side. Even if he knows they can easily be taken away from him.

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

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Her name rolling off his tongue caused her to tensed up, though her face remained unreadable. She had no desire to give away more than what she intended. Even if she couldn't fight, she knew she could be strong in other ways. Watching him from the corner of her eyes, Saori spoke slowly.

❝Of course I have to. Who else is going to confront them about all this? You're in no shape to do so and I doubt Kaito-san will want to do so without your permission. I doubt Higashi-san would step forth into the office without either of you. So, I have to do it.❞ Saori spoke like it is in her very blood to do so. With what had happened, she didn't want anyone else to be left in the dark or kept them worrying. It's already bad enough Yagami is hurt.

❝And don't even try to do anything. You will rest and you will recover.❞

She left no room for any arguments.

Knowing this detective, he might try something and she's not going to allow that. Instead, she led way to where she lived. Get there first.

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Kaito has told him plenty of times since retrieving him from that dirty Ijincho warehouse that he ought to get some rest. A few hours here and there and enough caffeine to kill a whale isn’t good for anyone, and considering the bandages hidden beneath his tank top and his concerning use of painkillers, it’s a wonder Takayuki’s still standing, somehow.

The past few days have been hell on his body, but at least for the most part his mind had been intact. Nothing keeps Takayuki more focused than having a goal at hand, and his attempts to unravel the threads of lies spun by Kuwana and the fucking government (it’s always the fucking government, isn’t it?) have kept him going better than any energy drink could.

But he remembers, in the back of his mind, the fear in Daimu Akutsu’s eyes as he realised he was as much a pawn on Souma’s chessboard as anyone else in RK. He remembers, when he blinks his eyes, what the man’s corpse had looked like riddled with bullet holes; when he’d gone to check on him, turning his bloodied body over, the fear had been etched on his face much like it’d been on Sawa’s, and he can’t quite put to words why the hell it is he feels so angry.

Rage and guilt swallows him whole for something he knows isn’t his fault, but no matter how many times he’s been face to face with death– the bloodied bodies of his parents, the charred remains of Emi Terasawa, the victims of the Mole, everyone– he finds the utter violence of Akutsu’s end has left him staggering. Most days, he’s able to keep himself together until he gets home, but between his fatigue and his healing wounds and the fact he’d just had to fight a horde of RK goons, the emotional toll swings at him harder than it ought to.

Some old voice rears up in his head, telling him to suck it up because this is the kind of world Kamurocho is. For an angry little punk, you’re a fucking pussy about corpses, eh, Taabou?

Kyouhei Hamura might have said it to him decades ago. At this point, however, Takayuki doesn’t care enough to remember the finer details of it all.

In fact, the only reason he’s snapped out of his own head is because he nearly bowls Saori over while she stands in front of him.

There’re only a handful of people who could be firm with him without him fighting back on instinct. Saori, who’s as familiar to him as the back of his hand, is one of those few. Then again, it’s hard not to feel attached to someone who’d known him even before he passed the bar– she’s seen him at his most foolish, so at this point it seems about right she’d see him at most tired, too.

But her invitation takes him aback all the same. “Saori-san…”

The thought of staying at her place is as comforting as it is bewildering. Considering his foster father’s tendency to worry and Takayuki’s own inability to pretend he’s all right in a state like this, though, he understands where she’s coming from. Chances are she understands what it’s like not to want to inconvenience him firsthand– Saori’s own personal care towards Genda is another thing they share, after all.

“…don’t tell me you plan on debriefing Genda-san and Hoshino-kun on your own.”

It’s not quite an answer to her question, at least not yet, but this much is clear: if she doesn’t want him to go home alone, he doesn’t want her to be alone recounting her experience, either.

However strong Saori might be, she’d needed that shock blanket for a reason. Takayuki remembers what she’d felt like trembling under his hands as bullet after bullet fired in that room, but then again, it’s hard to forget your first murder.

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☆ I cannot stress how much I am thankful and appreciative of y'all. Even if we don't always interact, I still thank y'all for sticking around. I know I can be slow with stuff or my activity can go off the rails but y'all are still having patience with me.

Like, I struck around on Tumblr because of y'all. Not that my experience before was bad. I just couldn't find the right fandom to settle down and focus on. Now I can. And y'all make it amazing.

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❝You do have a point.❞ Regardless of him being aware of her being near this side of town, she still felt grateful for him. Everything he has done so far too. From making sure she felt comfortable to ensuring her safety. She wanted to return the favor but all she could do is spent time with him. Makoto is no fighter. So, she can't hop into a fight and aid him out.

Hands held near her chest in a fit of anxiety. Her gaze sweeping across his face to her surrounding before returning.

❝I can walk. I think. I suppose I am in shock for what happened.❞ While she's not too bad in a shape, she still couldn't get over the fact it happened. ❝Are you going to investigate it?❞

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{Continuing from (x) for: @honorisen }

✦ Muse: Mᴀᴋᴏᴛᴏ Mᴀᴋɪᴍᴜʀᴀ

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The fact Makoto gotten into some kind of trouble shook her up. While yes, she came out with litter of cuts and bruises, she isn’t sure if she actually had more than that. Plus, she did hit her head, which made her worried. By a lot that is.

Pressing her lips together, Makoto shifted in her spot on the edge of the seat. Her gaze lifting upwards towards Zack, catching the last bit of him inspecting her as if he’s a dog. In most cases, she would have thought of it as cute. Not this time. Her anxiety had risen by a lot, overriding anything else.

❝No.❞ A shake of her head, which caused her to flinch. The ache in her head caused her to freeze. ❝I……I suppose I should have paid more attention. Either way, thank you. For coming to my rescue.❞

“ C’mon, you know I wouldn’t have just left you here! So don’t mention it. ” Though Zack would’ve hardly called it a ‘rescue’. In fact, he hadn’t even known Makoto was near this side of the city on his trip to this sector, so his finding her battered and bruised had been a miracle chance encounter at best! 

But he’d still offer her a hand; a little extra support if Makoto wanted someone to help her move somewhere that wasn’t downtown on the street in the middle of a bustling Midgar. 

“ But hey, at least whatever got a hold of you doesn’t look like it left you in too bad of shape. A couple potions and you’ll be good to go! I mean, as long as you feel good enough to get up and walk, that is? ”

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❛Oɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ﹐ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴅᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ. ❜

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❝I know everyone who comes in and out of this city, including outsiders like yourself.❞

Upon her saying the term, outsider, she didn't exactly mean it in a harsh way. Mire so, people who came from other parts of Japan to flood Ijincho.

❝Good. A drink always a good way for a fine conversation. You can call me Seong-hui.❞ While she talked, her legs carried her past him to lead the way. Just in the direction of a small bar in the territory Geomijul's area. Easy to overlook yet great for them not to be bothered.

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Monitoring the city always been the Geomijul’s thing. More specifically her thing. Nothing gets past her. Not a single information. Not a single person getting in or out, especially not a detective hauling from Kamurocho. What went down in 2019 and now what’s had happened, the tension been soaring high. The guard been risen all the way up. Since day one, Seong-hui been watching from the shadows, only to merge from it to make her first appearance.

❝You could take it that way.❞ For the Kung-fu that is. Seong-hui meant it as a whole, but he already took it elsewhere. A little something she allowed to slip past. For now.

❝No, no we haven’t, though I do know a lot about you, Takayuki. Perhaps it’s better if a conversation would be fitting over a drink or two.❞

“You know my name?”

Maybe in Kamurocho, behaviour like that would make more sense. But in a place like Ijincho– wide and huge and most definitely not Takayuki’s home turf– how this woman could know him is still up in the air. And that piques his curiosity.

“Well…” His hand rubs lightly at his jaw. “Now I’d be hardpressed to say no to that drink.”

Then he sticks it into his pocket. “Please.” His other hand makes a brief, sweeping gesture forward. “Lead the way, miss…?”

If she knows his name, it’s only fair he know hers.

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𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ; multimuse blogs 

- don’t feel nervous about wanting to interact with a specific muse: if you’ve got an idea, we’d love to hear it  - most people with multimuses are pretty comfortable with having multiple interactions, so if you do want more than one muse, you can do that, too - sometimes one muse is louder than another but that doesn’t mean they won’t get around to you when theirs comes around  - multimuses often also have a lot of fandoms, which means lots of alternate verses too, so even if you like a character from a different fandom you might find a new crossover you never expected 

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For followers of multi-muses, tell them who is your favorite muse of theirs and why? Whether on anon or not!

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☆ I am so sorry for not being around much on this blog. I've been having a little too much fun with my other blog. ;w; I am not leaving the Yakuza fandom any time soon. I've been around for gar too long to just leave.

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❝And a stomach that needs to be filled.❞ A light chuckle escaping the back of his throat. Sure, she felt off. Something about her made him both curious and on edge, though he pushed past that. At least, he tried to. The warmth he wanted to give off, especially towards any and all customers, still remained. Even when the conversations continued onwards. Even when her question came out the blue.

Not surprising, given she didn't have the vibes or spoke like she didn't dealt with bullshit.

Kazan leaned slightly forward, crossing his arms over the chair. The amusement twinkled in his eyes.

❝I wish I could do that but I s'ppose time caught up with me before I know it. Can't hurt to attempt to do it. But thank you. I make sure every food is great for each customers.❞ Another chuckle. ❝No catch here. Just trying to bring goodness into this world, even if it tears me apart.❞

{Starter from s.c. for: @lykaiia }

✦ Muse: Kᴀᴢᴀɴ Kᴀᴍɪʏᴀ

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❝Ya have quite an.....appetite. It's quite impressive, y'know.❞

Although the words that slipped out of the ex-patriarch's mouth came out with a serious tone attach to it, Kazan's face appeared to hold a much gentler yet impressive look. A ghost of a smile hovered over his lip as he approached the red-head. While he didn't mind having a customer within his bakery that had an appetite - and they came in all shapes and sizes - he couldn't bring himself to ignore such things.

Pulling the chair, which the sound of scrapping across the floor got lost in the chatter of the building, Kazan turned it around and sat down. His torso pressing against the back of the chair, not meant for his torso but for his back.

❝My appetite isn't what it used to be. Old age can be like that. I s'ppose it can be like that. Say, if you going to be a regular here, I can offer a discount for your future food.❞

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❛Oɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ﹐ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴅᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ. ❜

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Honoka set her coffee on the table as the envelope was picked up, opened, and the hidden items being revealed. Photos. Photos of men entering and exiting various of buildings all across Kamurocho. While she didn't know the city like Yagami did, she could recognize what type of store it was. Her gaze lingered onto the last one. A man entering and exiting the building of a pet supply store.

How intriguing they would hide something behind it. It made her skin tingled - in the worst way possible - that they would use the most innocent store to hide behind. Clever though.

❝We can attempt to do so, though it may not work so well on us. If we are uncertain he's going to be at any locations, he could caught word of what we did and try to book it elsewhere. We gotta make sure he is, even if it is rumored to be.❞ Her gaze snapped to Yagami. As much as she wanted to attack where this guy least expected it, they have to have some way to be certain he is there. Otherwise, it's all for nothing.

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❝I know, I know, but still,❞ Honoka said, pausing in her sentence. Her gaze lowering downwards at her mug, staring at the liquid containing within. While she did make it seem bad, it genuinely isn’t. A case is a case, no matter how bad it is or if it isn’t too bad. ❝We do get his types here and there. The thing is, the ones that start running to another city is the most troublin’ ones and make the job harder to do. I’m glad ya did deal with him before.❞

One hand moving to gesture at him, trying to motion it is no problem he is helping out. Her other hand, holding strong with her mug, brought forth to her lips, drinking almost all of her drink. Then, she lowered it. After gulping down the remaining coffee, she continued onwards with her talking.

❝No need to worry. More help, the more we can get this case down quicker.❞ A shrug left her shoulders. Her body moving forward so she can look dead straight into his eyes. ❝Even if that’s the case, I would still get the money than the person who took the person. I always come on top. So, one way or another, the case will come home to me, regardless of which territory it falls under. Anyways, some detectives shouldn’t be closed off to being helped by others. I get it. The spilt money, it’s harder to find cases on your own, those kind of crap, but still. It’s better to have a case than be sitting there and having the other detectives get the case you could gun for as well.❞ Then, Honoka is back to her original spot.

❝Anywho! Enough talk of working together. Shall we discuss further with the details?❞

Dimly, watching Honoka gulp down all her coffee as she does, Takayuki comes to the conclusion that she’s incredible.

Then, realising his own cup is to his lips, he takes a few sips of the drink himself before putting it back down on the table.

“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat as he reaches for a manila envelope on the floor by his seat, “the details.

“This is what we’ve figured out so far.”

From the envelope, several photos are pulled. They show different men entering and exiting buildings throughout Kamurocho: an antique store, a pharmacy, and a pet supply store. Each photo is set down on the desk for Honoka to look at, lined up one by one.

“These are definitely where your guy’s pushing his weapons out.” He’d know, having had to tail one of the idiots for over thirty minutes. Takayuki leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “My partner and I couldn’t figure out a common factor at first, but each one of them’s got this beaded bracelet on– like a permission slip, I guess?

“I don’t know if he’s staying at any of these locations. But between you, me, and my partner, if we hit them at the same time, the guy won’t be able to run away to another one of his hideouts, right?”