#★ eirene !!

[seneon]

i dropp3d to my knees when I read it started banging in the floor wondering why I'm not dating vampire touya🙏🏼 how's ur brain working after writing perfection at 3 am

EIRENE??? anyways i literally slept after i wrote it

[sweetheartsaku]

BLOSSOMS! ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎

my loves, silly oomfs and pookies waiting lobby. while you're here, would you want to watch the fireworks with me? or the stars if that's more suitable to your liking?

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@seumyo ✿ eumy

@seneon ✿ sen

@lunatiqez ✿ olivia

@bbluefllame ✿ eirene

@choccorin ✿ miro

thank you for being so friendly blossoms! it means so much to me! i love you guys sososo much ♡♡♡

i'm so sorry if you didn't want to be @ !! :(

[sunkissedchai]

categories of olympian gods

the olympian gods (theoi olympioi) presided over every aspect of ancient life, they were often grouped together according to their common function

THEOI AGORAIOI

★ gods of the agora (people's assembly) - lord zeus (presided over the assembly as the god of kings and princes) - lady athene (presided over the assembly as goddess of good counsel) - lady dike (justice) - lady themis (custom) - lady calliope (eloquence)

★ gods of the marketplace - lord hermes (head of the marketplace as the god of commerce) - lord hephaestus (patron of artisans, metalworkers, sculptors etc.) - lady athene (patron of artisans, weavers, potters, etc.) - lord apollon (as the god of arts)

THEOI DAITOI

★ gods of feasts - lord dionysus (as the god of wine) - lady hestia (as the goddess of feasting, presided over feasts)

★ gods of festivities - lady aphrodite (as the goddess of pleasure) - the charites (goddesses of joy, dancing, and amusement) - theoi mousikoi

THEOI GAMELIOI

★ gods of marriage - king zeus (as god of marriage) - queen hera (as goddess of marriage) - lady aphrodite (as goddess of love) - lady hymenaios (wedding song) - the erotes (loves) - lady peitho (persuasion) - the charites (graces) - lady eunomia (goddess of good order) - lady harmonia (goddess of harmony) - lady hebe (youth)

THEOI GEORGIKOI

★ gods of agriculture - lady demeter (leader of the agricultural gods) + most agricultural gods were chtonic gods

THEOI GYMNASTIKOI

★ gods of gymnasium, athletics, and The Games - lord hermes - lord heracles - the dioscuri (twin gods of horsemanship) - lady nike (victory) - lord agon (contest)

THEOI HALIOI

★ gods of the sea - king poseidon (led the gods of the sea) - lord apollon - lady aphrodite - lady artemis - the dioscuri (these gods presided over harbours, safe voyage, and safety from storms)

THEOI IATRIKOI

★ gods of medicine and healing - lord apollon (leader of the healing gods) - lord asclepius - lady epione (soothing) - lady hygeia (good health) - lady panaceia (curative) - lady aegle (radiance) - lady iaso (healing) - lady acesco (cure) - lord telesphorus (accomplisher)

THEOI KTESIOS

★ gods of the house and home - lord zeus (as protector of the home and family courtyard) - lady hestia (goddess of the hearth) - lady hecate (goddess of gates and entryways) - lord hermes (god of gates and entryways)

THEOI MANTIKOI

★ gods of oracles and divination - lord apollon ( god of oracles and seers) - lord zeus (god of fate) - lady phoebe (oracular godess at delphi) - lady themis (oracular goddess at delphi and dodona) - lady dione (oracular goddess at dodona) - lady mnemosyne (oracular goddess at lebadeia) - lord hermes (primitive divination like stone casting, coin throwing, astrology) - lord pan + the nymphs (rustic prophets)

THEOI NOMOI

★ gods of the countryside - lady artemis (as goddess of hunting) - lord hermes (as god of herding) - lord dionysus (most gods in this category were rustic gods)

THEOI MOUSIKOI

★ gods of music, dance, and the arts - lord apollon (presided over music and poetry) - lady artemis (presided over choirs, dances) - the muses - the charites (graces) - hymenaeus + linos (musical demi-gods) - lord dionysus - lord hermes - lady aphrodite

THEOI POLEMIKOI

★ gods of war - lord ares (led the gods) - lady athene (led the gods) - lady enyo - lady eris - lady nike - lord deimos - lord phobos - lord zeus (as the god of fate) - lord apollon (as the god of archery)

THEOI THESMIOI

★ gods of divine law and custom - lord zeus (as god of the laws) - lady demeter (as the law-bringer) - lady dike (justice) - lady eunomia (good order) - lady eirene (peace) - lady themis (custom) - lord apollon

[source]

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @queenoftheboard​ ―             ( unprompted / always accepting )

A floppy hat, a pair of sunglasses, a long (but and less glamourous) blue dress and the absence of heels were enough to make one believe that the blonde lady walking around the Greek theater of Taormina was anyone else but Eirene Campbell; the fact that she was visiting the place purely for leisure purposes and on a vacation made it all even more bizarre. The final, definitive fact that turned it almost alien was the fact that she was doing it on her honeymoon. And yet, it was true - with a hand over the folded arm of her husband, the two of them toured the ancient site at their own pace, exchanging some comments here and there about whatever remained of the architecture and sometimes trying to picture the plays of bygone eras. It was one of the landmarks of the island they were currently hosted at - and it brought a unique sense of normalcy to enjoy sunshine, fresh air and the company of Daigo out in the open, at long last. Despite their ties to different mafias - there was no reason to believe they were under risk in Sicily; the location was ironic to many, but also frequently selected by many couples on the same occasion as them. At some point, Eirene stopped - and looked up to the former chairman, lifting her own shades up to properly gaze at the ex-yakuza while they talked. "Have I ever told you about my name? It's actually Greek - it belonged to their goddess of peace," the CEO murmured with a light chuckle, and then allowed a hand to go over to the face of her lawfully wedded spouse, brushing the tips of her fingers along his more tanned skin in a touch that was so surprisingly tender that it really felt as if she had been replaced by a perfect copy of some kind. "Can you believe it? Me, standing for peace? My parents obviously had no idea what was waiting for them," the blonde woman murmured, and laughed at her own predicament. Well - maybe it wasn't a clone, after all; maybe it was just the fact that Eirene was, perhaps for the first time in her life... Truly happy.

★. ―

Daigo walked around the ruins leisurely. Occasionally, he dipped his head to catch his Eirene's comments and offer some of his own in turn. It was almost strange to be here, in a way. He didn't hold the same appreciation for this world as the tourists that flitted around them did ; for him, it was merely . . . interesting. The historical places that would inspire that amount of wide - eyed awe for him that others present here boasted were back home.

That didn't mean, though, that Daigo wasn't enjoying himself ― quite the opposite, in fact. There was nowhere else he would rather be at this moment, regardless of the impression the old stones left on him. Daigo's gaze drifted, as it often did, to the woman on his arm. His wife.

At first, their arrangement was made for legal convenience. An idea that served both of them. Yet, in the emotions that seemingly simple business proposal produced, they had found something real. Daigo loved her, loved her enough that it made his heart physically ache and breath short just to look at her. That was why he purchased her a true ring, as unique and daring as her, which sparkled on her finger, and the reason they were vacationing here in Sicily.

A honeymoon. Now, that was not a word Daigo thought would ever apply to his life. Hell, he scarcely managed a mere day off from his duties without the threat of the world collapsing in the last fifteen or so years. The ex - yakuza still couldn't believe that he and Eirene were able to take two weeks to themselves ( or, at times, that he was genuinely wedded at all ). There were mornings he woke up and expected to be back in his apartment, alone, the nightmare of holding the Clan up never gone ― but then he would feel it. His wife, dozing on his bare chest. Feel her breath against his skin. Catch a tease of her blond tresses spread over their sheets out of the corner of his eye. Hear the birds and the soft sounds of the sea from outside of their cozy, private suite.

The businesswoman pausing drew Daigo from his reflections. He tucked his own sunglasses into his hair in response, grateful for the spot of shade so that he could see her beautiful eyes. Given that he was off - duty, of sorts, Daigo's hair remained free from its usual confines. It was messy and badly in need of a cut ; thankfully, its sloppy look matched the rest of his casual attire. Were anyone at home to see the ex - yakuza, they would swear he was abducted by aliens and replaced with a convincing clone. His movements in dark denim pants, a black t - shirt, and tennis shoes were surprisingly fluid. Around his wrists was an assortment of braided leather bracelets that Eirene picked out while they were here. Complimenting this look, she murmured appreciatively as she selected the most expensive and delicately - woven pieces to match him ― a look she assured her husband would not be returned to the bottom of his closet once they were back in Japan. Even if it was just at the spacious apartment they were going to move to . . . she wasn't about to let how nicely Daigo filled in a pair of jeans be forgotten any time soon.

"You haven't," Daigo answered quietly at the question regarding her name, a brow raised. He smiled at her sweet display, happy to be lost in it for a minute, and tipped his cheek toward her fingers to answer it.

Eirene being called after that particular goddess also prompted the former Chairman to laugh lightly. They named you for peace and then raised you for war, he thought. As his wife spoke, Daigo laid a hand on her waist, nudging her closer. He stared into her eyes, expression fond.

"Well . . . " He stole the hand from his face and pressed it to his broad chest, allowing her to feel the warmth of his skin ( as heated as ever and kissed by the sun in this past week ) under the fabric of his shirt and the gentle thrum of his heart. "You bring me peace, for what it's worth. I understand that I have a unique privileges, though." Daigo chuckled, grin wide and easy.

[dojimakaichou]

★. ―

Daigo politely declined a sandwich for now, though that Eirene brought both made him smile. Really, all he wanted was the coffee. He suspected that food would flip his stomach due to his nerves, which was not an avenue that he wanted to travel down this evening. The yakuza placed his beverage by his feet for a moment and stretched. As he did, the edge of his shirt crept up. A fearsome crack sounded out from his shoulders. It was evident that the Chairman had been sitting for some time before Eirene arrived. Daigo winced, fixed his clothing, and retrieved his coffee. He settled back into place, bent forward.

"Kiryu - san," the yakuza mused, raising a brow. Daigo was aware that the next part of the plan depended heavily on the Fourth Chairman to behave as predicted, which included finding Eirene. A needle of regret came then, sharp and stinging ; Daigo breathed out slowly.

"You have little to fear there, actually," Daigo said. "Kiryu - san will never hit a woman, Miss Campbell. He follows a strict personal code, which that is included in. No matter how infuriated he might get with you, he won't strike you." The Chairman swallowed a mouthful of his coffee. "I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but I wouldn't have put you in a position to encounter him if I thought you were at risk of fighting him physically. He deserves his legendary status. I've been on the receiving end of his punches . . . many times. I wouldn't wish that experience on my worst enemy."

Daigo offered a grin, some attempt at injecting humor into the situation. He didn't intend for his commentary to belittle or talk down on Eirene's abilities ; it was merely an example of the Chairman trusting her to know more of the planning that went into his decisions.

"As for his personality, Miss Campbell, Kiryu - san is . . . stubborn." Daigo looked back at the carpet. "You will have this advantage : he is not a difficult man to read. His emotions often get the best of him, particularly when the children that he cares for are involved ― or even mentioned. It would be possible to frustrate him by touching on that topic if you were interested in stalling. He ran an orphanage after he gave up his position as my predecessor and still has connections to it."

"Cute kids," he added as an afterthought, taking in another drink of coffee. Daigo cleared his throat. "Of course, most yakuza would not dare mention his other life. Citizens are supposed to be off of the board for us. You, however, are not one of us and may toe that line to your liking. That Kiryu - san doesn't know you will also help. It will take him longer to figure out if you're bluffing or genuine."

While opening her own canned coffee (a very strange habit of the Japanese, but one she wasn’t entirely opposed to), Eirene took the time to let her own eyes roam over the figure of her partner. Daigo looked nothing like his usual self - it was the very first time they met under such circumstances, too. Any conversations they held before, either face to face or over the phone, had never really offered insight into their non-business personas.

But now, in a small hotel room and where the chairman of the Tojo was dressed down and all alone, he almost looked… Vulnerable, perhaps. ‘Small’ or even 'harmless’ were not appropriate words; even without his tailored suits, Daigo had an imposing aura of his own thanks to his own genetics and training regimen, something Eirene had no hope of ever emulating in the same fashion. For the CEO, favored weapons rested more on the expensive business offices, cold smiles and sharp words backed by financial power; physically, the president of Quinn would never be as menacing as the yakuza.

But even then Daigo was capable of serious harm - it was obvious that without treachery or help of a gun, Eirene would never best the chairman in close combat. Nonetheless - it was profoundly intriguing to be given a window to peek through and analyze the sort of person that existed behind the perfectly crafted façade of a leader. And although his clothes were folded over a pile at the corner of the room, Daigo had not discarded his armor in face of a simple (yet deep) question.

The blond woman chuckled; well, it wasn’t as if she had expected Daigo to freely share his innermost insecurities at the drop of a hat.

The CEO kicked off the slippers she had temporarily claimed as her own at the entrance (removing one’s shoes before entering in any rooms or homes was a habit she was almost getting used to performing automatically, now), and decided to sit down over the actual tatami, close enough to the futon where Daigo could attempt to rest (although his agitated state and the coffee brought over would hardly help achieve such scenario). Folding her legs as the Japanese did, Eirene balanced herself for a bit until finding a comfortable angle, sipping the coffee next and placing it in front of her carefully.

“Spoken like a true general before his troops. You just forget I’m no infantryman, Dojima-kun,” the woman offered with a smile directed at the yakuza, watching his figure dropping to the ground and mimicking her choice of seating arrangements; Eirene’s eyes were rather expressive - and they conveyed whatever her words left in the air, but mostly the fact she didn’t buy for a second that Daigo was excited for the beginning of his plan and nothing else. The Campbell heiress was in no need of a pep talk; she had the stomach to hear the truth.

But in a show of sympathy, Eirene did not probe; in fact, she inhaled softly and reached for the same plastic bag, pulling some sandwiches from within. They were all sealed and carried the logo of the convenience store from earlier, a far cry from the luxurious meals that the Quinn CEO would have favored… But safe and untampered with. The woman selected a tuna one for herself, peeling away the wrappings with a calm to her gestures that Daigo probably did not possess on the eve of his big scheme.

“I’ve decided on the best spots to visit and be seen as of tomorrow; I’ll endeavor to make an impression and be noticed by as many people as I can until the Fourth Chairman invariably comes looking for me,” the Irish lady offered, pausing for a bite and then looking at Daigo again - once he was off the radar, it was up to her to be a decoy and give him as much time as possible for his next part of the plan.

Drawing the ire of the Tojo protectors kept in the dark and Kiryu Kazuma in the same go was a dangerous thing, but Eirene was really looking forward to that encounter. Being face to face with a myth of the Japanese criminal world - at long last.

“Would you mind telling me what to expect of Kiryu-san? I’ve looked, but there is nothing of his legendary fighting skills on film,” Eirene mused, but that was not unusual; those operating outside of the law did not usually like to be recorded, “I will do my best to stall him for as long as possible - do you have any pointers, Dojima-kun?”

[bbangpanmen]

legend:

☆ - ongoing

★ - completed

★ 00:00 - ceo | soulmate | social media au

you’ve been waiting for your soulmate your entire life. you check your soulmate clock everyday to count down the days until you meet them, but then one day it stops working.

★ broken hearts club - fluff | angst | social media au

“in those 13 years… where was i?” best friends to lovers au except you’re not the best friend also what happens to the one who gets left behind?

★ blue side - exes to lovers | social media au

you and hoseok have history, so what happens when you meet again? (alternatively, you and hoseok are emotionally constipated.)

★ tattoo - soulmate | social media au

you start falling for your internet friend, but then he finds his soulmate and you find yours.

★ together - (ft. taehyung) idol!verse | social media au

y/n is living the life - happily dating taehyung and having jimin as her best friend. what happens when feelings get involved?

☆ 1 new message - idol!verse | social media au

you treat bts’ dms as a personal venting medium because you know they will never read your messages... until one day they do.

★ the accidental bride - (modern prince!tae ft. jungkook) royalty | social media au

the prince of eirene kingdom is about to get married to his chosen betrothed, but then she runs away. what happens when you show up at the wrong venue in your wedding dress?

★ the accidental bride - (ft. modern prince!tae) royalty | social media au

the prince of eirene kingdom is about to get married to his chosen betrothed, but then she runs away. what happens when you show up at the wrong venue in your wedding dress?

★ i hate u, i love u - fwb | social media au

he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

[chittapornswife]

- works in progress ✎

 separated by ongoing fics (aka series), collabs and works in progress that have no set posting date! pls msg if you’d like to be on the tag-list! :)

- Ongoing

progress: ongoing! chp. 12!

update: TBA

masterlist!

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Collabs

A/N: part of the 90’s love collab by @ethereal-eirene ! also based off the song ���fool for you” by snoh aalegra.

progress: 50% done / deadline: july 30, 2021

genre: college!au, 90’s!au, angst, fluff, suggestive, radio host!reader, radio host!taeil

pairing: Taeil x gn!reader

synopsis: you’ve been left in a dilemma after your best-friend and cohost of your campus college radio, johnny, is out for 8 weeks due to surgery. in a state of desperateness, you agree right away to his suggestion of sending one of his class-mates that he thinks could help you out for the next two months. however, what you’re not expecting is the calm, quiet and slightly reserved moon taeil to show up at your steps and to cause you even more worries.

A/N: part of my neo summer love collab !!!!!

progress: not started / deadline: Aug 31, 2021

genre: fluff, N/A

pairing: yangyang x gn!reader

temporary synopsis: “under the tuscan sun” inspired. you help a stranger write postcards for his family and friends while on vacation. and on a whim, you hang out for the whole day, both of you unaware of the budding romance that begins.

A/N: part of the be your enemy collab by @treasurehobi !!

progress: 7k+ / deadline: november 30, 2021

genre: enemies-to-lovers!au, angst, slow burn, medieval!au, knight!au, royalty!au

pairing: lucas x fem!reader

temporary synopsis: you are the soon to be crowned queen of your country after your father’s suspicious death. hidden for so many years, not many know of your existence nor your role as the singular heir to the throne. mysteriously before his death, your father had appointed you to be under the care of his most trusted knight and the man you have loathed for as long as you can remember, wong yukhei.  

A/N: part of the soulmates collab by @ethereal-eirene !

progress: not started / deadline: TBA 

genre: fluff, angst, ???

pairing: ten lee x gn!reader

temporary synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of the Neo CreaTures collab by @raibebe !

progress: not started / deadline: october 31, 2021

genre: dark, horror, thriller, mythology!au, creature!au, halloween!au, angst,

pairing: osaki shotaro x reader

temporary synopsis: based of the indian folklores of nale ba/nishi dak. you move into a town for your new job and find out the scary story of the creature/spirit who roams the nights banging on doors, imitating loved one’s voices in order to kill and feed on people. with the help of your new friend shotaro, you aim to find the source and end the fear once and for all.

A/N: part of the time after time collab by @treasurehobi 

progress: not started / deadline: dec. 31, 2021

genre: fluff, 60s/70s!au, perhaps suggestive?, pending...

pairing: moon taeil x reader

temporary synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of the let’s fake it collab by @127-mile !

progress: not started / deadline: 2022

genre: fluff, strangers-to-lovers?, enemies-to-lovers?? pending....

pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader

temporary synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of the 23 ways to fall in love collab by @dreamyyang

progress: not started / deadline: 2022

genre: N/A 

pairing: qian kun x fem!reader

synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of the traepmora academy collab by @127-mile

progress: not started / deadline: feb. 2022

genre: N/A

pairing: ten lee x gn!reader

synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of the aether collab by @treasurehobi

progress: not started / deadline: may 2022

genre: N/A

pairing: moon taeil x gn!reader

synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of the second star collab by @hachanbaecon

progress: not started / deadline: sept. 2022

genre: N/A

pairing: moon taeil x gn!reader

synopsis: N/A

A/N: part of “the story of us” collab by @treasurehobi

progress: not started / deadline: dec. 2022

genre: fluff, willy wonka factory!au

pairing: jung sungchan x gn!reader

synopsis: N/A

Undecided

A/N: not part of a collab now but an honorary mention to the lovesick collab, missed but never forgotten <3 also, this work DOES NOT ROMANTICIZE STALKING OR OBSESSION. It is fictional and meant to shed light on the horrors of those topics and why it is unhealthy to feel this way about idols. If you have issues with these topics there is no need to read/interact. Warnings will be up.

progress: not started 

genre: dark, gore, horror, obsession, stalking, one-sided feelings, very very creepy

synopsis: He was beautiful. So pure and so breathtaking, down from the little hairs stuck to the nape of his neck to the slope of his nose. He was perfect. Keyword: was. For he had found himself a partner, a significant other that wasn’t you. But it was okay, you would let it slide this time. After all, he was just confused and lacking a sense of direction. The direction to you. You would show him that you were everything he needed and that the both of you were each other’s perfect partners. Ten Lee was yours and you were his and absolutely nothing could come between you two. Absolutely nothing. 

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In The Works

progress: not started

genre: (differs in the drabbles) pretty suggestive, fluff, heavy angst, disco!au, night-club!au, maybe 90’s!au?

tracklist: moment, big boss (interlude), dive, we might even be falling in love (interlude), jaguar, experience, ass like that, go there with you, touch me

synopsis: short drabbles based off victoria monet’s songs from her album “jaguar” !

progress: prolly 35% done

genre: fluff, slight smut, renaissance!au, slight angst, mythology!au

pairing: donghyuck x fem!reader

temporary synopsis: set in probably the late 1700’s early 1800’s. all of the women in town fawn over the attractive and well-spoken bachelor who has moved into the abandoned castle. suspiciously, every woman he takes into the castle is never seen again and rumours are that he disposes of them. as much as you try to stay away, you can’t help but be enamoured with his perfect appearance and manners. You find yourself attending his midwinter ball, in hopes of finally meeting your newfound obsession and discovering the truth behind the rumours. But you find much more than what you can take on.

progress: not started

genre: heavy angst, fluff, bffs-to-lovers!au,

pairing: yukhei x gn!reader

note: inspired by a scene in ep. 6 of the jdrama “uchi no musume wa, kareshi ga dekinai!!”

temporary synopsis: where u were bffs with yukhei during high school and you made a pact that whenever one calls, the other must pick up by at least the third ring. fast forward, you’ve drifted apart after going to different uni’s in diff countries and pursuing different careers. he’s never left your mind but you’re too nervous to reach out and call because what do you say?

during the summer you take a spontaneous short vacation to the country he’s currently in, hoping to cross paths knowing it‘ll never happen. to your amazement you randomly get a call from him late at night. the question is, will you pick up by the third ring?

progress: not started

genre: angst, fluff, crime!au, gang!au, badboy!au

pairing: johnny x gn!reader

note: inspired by this tiktok (and just the whole account lol)

temporary synopsis: at your lowest point, you get robbed by three guys dressed in very odd clothes: multi coloured tank tops, gray sweats and matching colourful ski masks. ultimately, you break down in front of them, pleading for them to just leave a gift you had gotten many years ago at a time you were happy.

they look at you like your crazy and you understand that they’re armed and that you’re outnumbered but really you have nothing else in the world left besides that gift to keep hope. the one in all pink seems to sympathize you as he attempts to offer you a deal for the gift, your life.

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*(title name/untitled) = a temporary title or simply no idea for a title name at all and open to suggestions!

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @queenoftheboard​ ―             ( unprompted / always accepting )

"I'm betting real money tonight - but there is a little secret," she leaned into him, Eirene's lips seeking his ear next, "I'm only taking a winner to bed - make me proud, darling."Eirene had absolutely refused to tell Daigo anything about her plans - and the ex-yakuza knew when it was futile to press the issue; his wife had a way of smiling and narrowing her eyes slightly that promised retribution if he insisted, so the former chairman behaved for now. Marie was in the capable hands of Saejima and Desmond for the night, after all (an unlikely pair, and yet a constant one - the two had clicked and enjoyed sharing babysitting duties so their loved ones could have time away with each other). All that the businesswoman had said was for Daigo to be mindful of his clothes and leave the good stuff behind - Eirene had ditched her own long gowns in favor of something covered by a trenchcoat, which was another mystery of their evening. Their car also dropped the two of them at a nondescript location, but seemingly on purpose - the blonde woman took the lead, walking into what appeared an empty building and exchanging a password with a guard at the front. But soon enough - Daigo understood; it was the front of an underground fighting ring, and the noise of the crowd and the fighters got progressively louder as they descended the stairs. At the arena level, Eirene untied her coat and slipped it off her shoulders - and Daigo could see she had dressed in a similar fashion to the other women in attendance: short dresses, high heels and exuberant jewelry, in her case; the blood red hue of her clothes was no accident. "I overheard you telling Marie about your youthful days; she might not fully grasp it yet, but I did," the Quinn president said, turning around and knowing that, in that place, they were as good as anonymous; no one cared about business or was likely frequenting these dens at the time Daigo was active, "So I asked Majima-san for help to track the current ring - he still participates, would you believe? A masked man giving novices a run for their money," Eirene chuckled, and placed an open hand (where her wedding ring was the centerpiece) across his broad, strong chest. "I took the liberty of signing you up under a false name. You are Mr. John Wick for this evening," a clever reference to a movie franchise both of them enjoyed, and there was a devious smile on her face as she said it - it had been perhaps a bolder move than he expected, but it had come from a good place in her soul, "I thought you missed being more than the best husband and father - and I'm confident you can teach everyone here a lesson," she said, finally moving to stand on the tip of her toes and press a feather-light kiss to his lips - a gesture that went unnoticed given the chaotic environment they were in.

★. ―

Daigo didn't dare press his wife about her surprise. He had changed his outfit as requested ( his second attempt after a suit was a pair of dark jeans and a nice shirt, which Eirene gave a certain little frown at that told him ' no ' ) ; between his guessing and her nonverbal hints, they had settled on a curious mix of athleisure for his attire. The joggers, tennis shoes, and compression shirt with a Wyverns zip - up hoodie were certainly fine street fare and did highlight the ex - yakuza's build nicely, but they only further confused the man.

What could his wife be up to ??

In spite of the many questions churning in his thoughts, Daigo sat back in the car and talked to her about anything else. It was clear to him that this evening was one she had planned rather carefully, so he resolved to be along ( quite literally ) for the ride.

At what appeared to be their final destination, Daigo thanked the driver and walked to Eirene's door to offer his hand. Together, they entered a run - down place that was clearly in need of work. The sight of the obvious guard made Daigo instinctively bristle. He didn't outright say anything to the other individual ― the head of Quinn was more than capable of taking care of herself, he knew ― but his presence behind Eirene was difficult to look past. Once they were seemingly cleared, Daigo breathed easier ; he resisted the urge to place a hand on his wife's hip. This all suddenly possessed an air of work matters to it, and the former Chairman knew his role in that world did not include doting husband.

As they descended the stairs to the real event, Daigo immediately understood what all of this was. He moved slowly, taking in the environment around them with a curious expression on his face. The brilliant pools of light ; strong smell of beer ; clouds of vapor and cigarette smoke ; and roar of the crowd at the grisly acts of violence in front of them ― oh, it was intimately familiar. So much of his early life was spent in shit holes like this, where he could grin like the devil incarnate and vent his anger out by breaking bones while drunk. Even prior to his arrest and subsequent reign as the King of Kamurocho, he was in these pits, releasing the aggression he couldn't while roaming the streets as a poor excuse for a yakuza.

What a difference twenty years made. Once, he would have been here to drink, fight, and perhaps find a pretty individual unopposed to him paying for their company to take to a motel that night. Now, he stood with his wife ― the mother of their child, the love of his life, the empress to which he freely passed his crown at the moment of his retirement ― as a proudly sober, calm, and confident man.

Daigo raised an eyebrow at the unveiling of Eirene's true look. His appreciation for how short her dress was ( as well as the color ) showed instantly in his visage. With that outfit . . . he longed to suggest they leave and find somewhere private, though he kept that sentiment to himself. The ex - yakuza allowed a quick betrayal of their relationship : he brushed his fingertips along her side in admiration of the piece she wore.

"Ah," Daigo said, laughing lightly. "It was because of that little jacket Marie refuses to take off." Coincidentally, a garment the same great - uncle Eirene referred to bought for the girl. "I used to have a white puffer coat like it. My trademark, I guess. Seeing her in it brought back memories."

His wife's next words prompted a soft vocalization of surprise. So that's what this was about. Daigo flicked his gaze over to the ring proper. It was as ill - kept and blood - soaked as ever. This glimpse of the current match assured Daigo that the caliber of combatants he would encounter in those flimsy walls was no different from the fare of two decades previous.

Eirene's explanation for her surprise warmed Daigo's heart. He didn't miss these hellish dens in particular, but that wasn't necessarily the point. Tonight was his wife giving him an evening to revisit the old world and briefly return to another era. Daigo adored his job as a homemaker and stay - at - home father, but there were so many years of his story before that. Eirene, by planning out this affair, was simply saying that she saw the full breadth of the man she married and loved every layer to him. Even those she hadn't lived in Kamurocho to witness. She recognized that the misshapen and scarred knuckles that helped cook her dinner and soothe their fussing daughter used to belong to a national leader, a criminal overlord, a notoriously brutal fighter ― and here, tentatively, was an opportunity for Daigo to embrace the complex identity he carried with him.

The ex - yakuza dared to place his palm to the small of her back to help his beloved balance against him as she issued her final challenge. He chuckled darkly, pressed a kiss as fleeting as the one to his lips against the side of her hair, and waited patiently for her to get on flat feet. Daigo then shrugged out of his comfortable hoodie. With a thoroughly entertained smile, practically cut into his face given the jagged angle, he placed the souvenir item around her shoulders in the same manner he used to bestow his infamous puffer coat to prospective partners prior to his next match.

"I wouldn't dream of disappointing a fan," Daigo said, voice low and tinged with adoration for the fierce woman who put this together for him. "Especially not one this beautiful. I'll make sure nothing I need later when I come to collect my winnings is bruised."

He couldn't resist grazing his hand along the edge of her jaw. Daigo sighed wistfully at the fact that he needed to leave, but he did so inevitably. The ex - yakuza pathed to the managers controlling the ring and announced that the boogeyman was here to fight. A few members of the crowd murmured about Mr. Wick's identity when he made his way in for his first challenge : he looked awfully similar to the previous head of the Tojo Clan. However, their speculation was quickly lost. Without Daigo's tattoo being shown ( as he knew ), it was hard to say that it was him ― and he was too damn good. The onlookers didn't care about who he was if he kept his head down and put on a show. Not that he cared to impress them, of course ; the fact that he won match after match was entirely dedicated to his wife.

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @queenoftheboard​ ―             ( unprompted / always accepting )

The half empty whisky bottle in front of Eirene was a testament to how the recent news had affected the woman. Usually, the business magnate was not one to allow herself to be defeated - she had gone through many dangerous situations and lived to tell the tale; she did not lose. But that changed the moment she was no longer the sole player on that board. There was someone else she cared for now, enough to lie, cheat and betray for him. A more sober Eirene would say she did it all for Quinn, to keep her turf, to maintain her influence - but the half-drunk Irishwoman confused that with the safety of the man at the helm on the other side. The feeling of all air being sucked of the lungs when the news of yet another attempt on Daigo's life reached her was hard to ignore; the food she had been holding was dropped to the ground, the color vanished from her face. It was only when it there was an immediate follow-up in relation to some 'Tojo legends' protecting both Daigo and Watase that Eirene regained movement again, leaving the restaurant and immediately going back to the hotel. Given the secrecy surrounding the dissolution of both the Tojo and the Omi, there was no one with her in town; no one to remove the phone from Eirene's hands and restrain her from hitting the 'call' button to the new number confirmed to belong to the ex-chairman, putting it on speaker and laying down on the couch, eyes looking at the elaborate details of the lights hanging from the ceiling. "Daigo - it's me," no honorifics, no identification; the voice belonging to the president of the Quinn group sounded different, too, raw with emotion and very unlike her, "Sorry for the time, I just... I heard the news about earlier," she closed the eyes, and despite Daigo not seeing anything, Eirene was quick to wipe away a treacherous tear that ran down her face, "I wanted to make sure you're fine, that's all. You get shot at an awful lot. It's infuriating," a pause, followed by a sigh and the strangest confession of them all, "I want to kill them all."

★. ―

He needed to rest. The exhaustion that Daigo felt was bones - deep. Today's assassination attempt had been the final straw for him : the instant he returned to the modest housing arrangements set aside for him, he stopped in the center of the bedroom and placed his hands over his face. His bandaged upper arm flared up with a dull pain in protest, but Daigo ignored it.

After a few minutes of much - needed silence, the now former Sixth Chairman removed his fingers. He shrugged out of his jacket, threw his tie on top of it, and stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. There were guards everywhere at this point. Some were more visible than others. Daigo was confident in those he picked before retreating, though, and that sliver of peace allowed him to sink into the thin futon at his feet. It wasn't long before he curled up into a ball, fast asleep, with his phone on the blankets next to him.

A soft ringing inevitably came, filling the room. Two full rings passed while Daigo struggled to open his eyes. That the room was completely dark confused him at first ( how long was he out ?? shit ― ) and it took him a moment to remember where he was. As the events of the last several hours came back to him, Daigo grasped his cell. The number was too private for this to be just anyone ; he couldn't ignore it.

His groggy pause gave the person on the other end ample time to open the conversation. Daigo's dark gaze widened, shining from light cast out of the device he held, at the sound of HER voice. He fumbled upward into a sitting position. Eirene Campbell's tone immediately worried him. Daigo's initial instinct was to leave his haven and go to her. As he moved, however, his arm grew more painful. It was enough to shake him out of his half - awake stupor.

Breathe, he told himself. Breathe.

Eirene's explanation for her call soothed the fears that were making his chest tight and heart race. Daigo assumed that she was fine. Shaken, maybe, and clearly intoxicated ― but in no present danger or being threatened. This wasn't a last phone call or cry for help ; it was one friend reaching out to another following a crisis that rattled them both.

The ex - yakuza smoothed back his hair and smiled into the gloom. "I'm alright," he said quietly. Daigo glanced at the crisp white bandage around his right bicep. "I was grazed, that's all. A few stitches and painkillers." As he spoke, his volume lowered and voice shifted to be . . . comforting. It was the least he could do for putting her in this position. She sounded strangely vulnerable, and he couldn't bear to think that it was on his account.

Daigo chuckled. "I do get shot a lot," he conceded. "For what it's worth, you are not the only person to tell me it's frustrating." He rubbed the back of his neck, wincing. "Eirene." The businesswoman's name slipped out, free of any proper addresses. If it wasn't so late ( and his thoughts weren't fogged over ), he would have marveled at how easily it came.

At Eirene's confession, Daigo's grin deepened. To others, that statement would be horrendous. Morally heinous, at minimum. An eye for eye did nothing but blind the world, logically, and murder was not normally the solution even yakuza opted for. For Daigo to hear it from Quinn's president, however ― it was sweet. He recognized the sentiment as one he would parrot if the roles were reserved. There was a level of care for someone close in it that was impossible to ignore.

"Hey," Daigo murmured, as if that little word could potentially ease her anger. "I'm starving, by the way. Why don't I send Majima with a car for you? and have food brought in the mean time? I would . . . "

Like to see you.

"It would be better if we were all together, Eirene. I don't want any associates of my attacker to target Quinn next." That was a good save, right? Daigo inhaled deeply. "Stay on the phone with me. I'll take care of the details."

. . . I'll be right here for as long as you need me.

[dojimakaichou]

an independent and selective ( mutuals only ) roleplay blog for Daigo Dojima from the RGG universe & Yakuza series as penned by Dawn ( she / her ).

            ★ content warning : violence, gore, guns, alcohol             ★ 15 years of written & online rp experience             ★ open to threads and interactions of any length             ★ multi - ship and multi - verse

― Please note that this blog is not spoiler free and has verses spanning the mainline games ( 0 to 8 ). viewer discretion is advised if you are not caught up. mun is also familiar with both games in the Judgement franchise. 

― Full rules below the cut for mobile users..

― For all headcanons please see this directory ( *mobile friendly ). compiled for the curious or anyone looking for specific information about my Daigo.

★ ROLEPLAY.

Roleplay will be restricted to mutuals only. As for interactions themselves, they are free to range in length and style. I will write one-liners, script, multi-para, novella, etc. On that note, I don’t expect you to always match my length. I’ll admit to being verbose, hence I only ask that I can see you made an effort in a reply ( quality over quantity, as they say ! ). An important note: as of April 2023, I will no longer follow or interact with other duplicates of my muse. This is simply for my own comfort. Please do not follow if you are a fellow Daigo Dojima roleplayer or have him on your multi - muse roster. I wish you the best of luck in your journey. ♡

★ TRIGGERS.

I allow gore, violence, horror, etc. in threads ( to be honest, such genres are among my favorites to write ) and I have no triggers myself to speak of. Please bear in mind that the Yakuza universe is home to violence, turf wars, guns, blood, organized crime, murder, etc. The media that I share and the stories that I tell will reflect Daigo’s experience in such a world. Anyone under 18 or that is uncomfortable with any of the aforementioned topics is encouraged not to follow. General triggers will be tagged accordingly with ___ tw. An example would be blood tw. If you have a specific trigger that you would like me to tag, please send it in. I’ll do my best to stay on top of tagging those posts for you.

★ SHIPPING.

Here lies the golden rule of shipping: don’t force a ship on my muse or myself. If there is some chemistry blooming, feel free to approach, however! I will do my best to work with any and all blossoming ideas. I write Daigo as bisexual favoring men. I am well - above age. Smut / sexual encounters will likely happen on this blog as a result. I will only explore these scenarios with fellow writers who are over 21. Due to difficulties with xKit, smut will be tagged nsfw and nsfw tw but not placed under a read more.

★ EXCLUSIVES.

This blog is exclusive with the portrayals of :

Shun Akiyama / RGG / akiiyamashun Eirene Campbell / Path to Nowhere / queenoftheboard

I will not write with any other versions of these characters. 

NOTE : Any mention of Akiyama by my Daigo is in reference to the lore and headcanons built between akiiyamashun​ and myself.

★ INBOX.

IT IS OPEN TO  :  plotting. mutual requests for my Discord. IC / OOC chatting. respectful questions IC or OOC. meme responses / continuations.

IT IS NOT OPEN TO  :  attempts to start drama. hate of any kind ( toward myself or anyone else ). unjustified, disrespectful remarks. M!As.  * Bear in mind that the anonymous feature is a privilege and not a right. I will turn it off if I see fit to for whatever length of time I decide.

★ PORTRAYAL NOTES.

Every portrayal of a canon character is slightly different. To find out the little differences or established headcanons worked into my Daigo in particular, feel free to read through this post, which highlights the most important ones briefly.

[dojimakaichou]

★. ―

Daigo was sat on the edge of the thick futon that would serve as his bed tonight. The furnishings in the room were sparse : a rugged - looking small table, two chairs, and a dark TV on a shaky stand. He had briefly contemplated putting on the news ― it would be intriguing to see what the headlines were on what would be the last day of normal for some time. However, his paranoia hadn't allowed Daigo to do it. Pure silence was unnerving, but it could save his life. Beyond these walls, there was a political powder keg nestled in the heart of Japan that was just waiting for the right trigger. Sure, the Sixth Chairman of the Tojo Clan already tossed a match toward it, but it was always possible for someone to get their own flame there first.

This world is dangerous, he told Madarame ( or something like that ). The leader's face swam up in Daigo's thoughts . . . as did the features of another soon. An old ache came to the Chairman's chest then ; the familiar sting of abandonment colored his recollection of the short meeting he conducted with Kiryu in the back of that taxi. Turned what should have been a comforting talk into something bitter.

Daigo's impromptu encounter with Kiryu only reminded the younger man that it was better for him to do things alone. Trust normally gave way to disappointment, and there was little hope of companionship when one held the highest seat in the Japanese underworld.

He almost called it off with her in the time between the taxi and now. Almost checked out of this place and found another. Almost tried to find a way to disappear that ( in theory ) she wouldn't be able to track. ― but. Daigo sighed to himself in the dimly - lit room and scrubbed his hands down his face. There was something about Eirene Campbell that was different than all of the rest. She didn't benefit politically from Daigo's death, which did help her standing ( he wouldn't pretend it didn't ) ; more importantly, though, she felt real. The brilliant woman behind Quinn was as ambitious and cold - blooded as himself, someone to be careful of, but Daigo never once found her disingenuous. Whether acting with or against him, Eirene had always been sincere, and so he believed her. He couldn't bear to think she would betray him, and that simple statement terrified him.

The yakuza stood abruptly at the first sound of someone near his sanctum. Daigo sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively reached for his precious pistol. Coarse fingers tucked it sloppily into the back of his pants in an effort to hide it. He peeked through the little hole in the hall. While Daigo didn't recognize Eirene immediately, he was fine with the assumption that this was her. Quietly, he cracked open the door, flicked on the remainder of the light, and pathed back to his bed.

Daigo offered space generously. He retrieved his pistol, held it up for the businesswoman to see ; to show his peaceful intent, he silently tossed it onto the pile of clothing near the window. The yakuza's suit jacket, collared shirt, vest, and tie were neatly folded on the floor next to his polished shoes and belt. Daigo was left with his trousers and a white t - shirt that hugged his chest. His threadbare slippers were courtesy of the establishment. There was another pair by the door if Eirene wanted. Of all of his finery, Daigo's watch was all that remained on his person. Even his hair was undone : fluffed out of its usual slick style and merely pulled behind his head with a rubber band he found floating in his pockets. This state of undress would usually be shameful to the Chairman, who was particular about how he was seen, but he hoped the obvious lack of defenses and laid - back style would prove to Eirene that he was willing to place an intimate faith in her that he awarded to few.

( frankly, the length of his day was also getting to him. )

The Chairman smiled. "Yours is masterful," he said in reply to her disguise. "As for Kiryu - san . . . you're not wrong, Miss Campbell." Daigo sprinkled the touch of English in his sentence with ease. He rather preferred to call her that way ; the very Western surname didn't go well with the appropriate honorifics on his tongue. ― and there was a touch of nostalgia to ' Miss Campbell, ' which was how he referred to her at the beginning of their game before there was an established familiarity. "I would assume he's lucked out simply because no one who would know was looking. None of his coworkers have any listed history with the yakuza." Daigo paused before adding "I assume" in a very clipped voice. It was too late for him to erase how offhandedly he spoke about Kiryu's associates, as if he more aware of the environment surrounding his predecessor than he let on.

Daigo narrowed his eyes at Eirene's approach, instinctually straightening. His nerves would not let him relax with the change of proximity. The can she handed him, however, caused his expression to flood with gratitude. He murmured his thanks and cracked open the beverage. Such a crisp, satisfying noise told him that there was no chance the can was tampered with, and he drank from it gratefully. It tasted better than the few water bottles he had pulled from vending machines on the way here.

"How am I holding up?" he echoed, looking up at her. "Fine, Miss Campbell. This evening has gone flawlessly so far. The pieces are all in place for the opening matches tomorrow." His fingertips tapped the side of the can. It wasn't hard to tell that he was agitated under the surface, but he didn't see the need to get into his personal business. In the stark overhead lighting, several of the aged and thick scars on his arms were given new, ghastly life. "Have a seat wherever you like. I hope everything is well on your end."

♙ 1.e4 .an opening for Dojima Daigo / @dojimakaichou

The hotel building was less than impressive - it was barely worthy of the three stars it advertised underneath the neon lights making up its name, and there were several signs around of a location that had seen its prime a long time ago: wallpaper peeling off, small infiltrations on the ceiling, flickering lights here and there and nothing to show for room service.

As far as vacation retreats went, that was no resort; but for a temporary safehouse and hiding spot, it was remarkably generic. Nothing too over the top and still within city center - no one would think of looking for Dojima Daigo in the most obvious place of them all: Fukuoka. Soon enough, from early next morning onward, mostly everyone would have assumed the worst and declared the Sixth Chairman of the Tojo to be missing after a night stroll following an alliance negotiation.

But Daigo had not gone anywhere and the fact that Eirene was in that suite would have sounded strange to most (if not all) relevant yakuza players of the Tojo - they were not friends, and the history between the biggest clan in all of Kanto and the Quinn group was one of strife. There had been a lot of heated conversations, not so veiled threats and no small number of sabotage attempts before a cold war of sorts was controlled, a truce between them enforced at the request of their leaders.

Still - a meeting between the two of them without any of their personal bodyguards would be strongly opposed or outlawed by their inner circles. And yet, that was precisely what the Quinn CEO and the Tojo chairman were doing, all the time being careful enough to ensure they were not being followed or drawing attention to themselves, and setting the first step of a plan mostly elaborated by Daigo in motion.

Eirene had to appreciate it - the ingenuity of his scheme, the patience for a long game; her rival was a worthy one, and a man she had come to grown fond of. Besides, with Daigo away from the Tojo, things were less than hospitable for Quinn's operations in Kamurocho; but as long as he had the clan under control, her profit margins were likely to be undisturbed by external factors.

To ensure the status quo remained as it was, she had volunteered to be chased and hunted as some sort of betrayer - and frankly, the complicated sets of moves and counters that had been orchestrated excited her. More than the danger involved, there was the possibility of the real enemy seeing through their ideas - and the exhilaration of a high-profile game beginning was hard to masquerade, even more so than the CEO's unusual appearance in the streets of any Japanese city.

And that was why Eirene took some time by the door, carefully removing the most relevant parts of her disguise - a hat, a long wig made of black tresses, a pair of sunglasses to keep her trademark eyes covered. They accompanied a leather jacket over a mini-dress and knee-length boots that she would never ordinarily choose to wear - instead of a businesswoman, Eirene looked like the groupie of an indie band, but it felt good to get at least the fake hair and the flamboyant hat off.

"It would seem your former mentor and predecessor isn't as dedicated as I am in relation to disguises," Eirene mentioned once she looked like herself again, at least from her neck up, "Suzuki Taichi and Kiryu Kazuma could be twins. One look at his driver's picture on the company's directory and I could tell it was the same man... If he's truly as legendary as everyone tells me, I wonder how he made it thus far without anyone putting two and two together."

Eirene's movements were slow then - her undressing meant to be both a source of comfort (for her) and safety (for Daigo), as he was able to examine his partner for any concealed weapons. The woman then picked up a plastic bag from a convenience store, walking over to the yakuza and handing him a can - coffee, still pleasantly warm despite walk from the store to the hotel, keeping another to herself. It was late - and yet there was not going to be a lot of sleep for either of them anytime soon.

"How are you holding up, Dojima-kun?"