#Mewgagotoku

[criminaldelights]

@mewgagotoku continued from here

It seemed as though one minute Yuki had been doing her makeup and the next she found herself...well, not looking like herself at all! A loud shriek came from her dressing room in the back of the club. There was no way she could go out like this!! Hearing a familiar voice calling out her name is what prompted her to poke her head out...”M-Majima-san...” but the person looking back at Yuki was, well, supposed to be her! That meant now she was looking like Majima and this was not ok! She didn’t even want to look at herself in the mirror anymore this had to be some sort of nightmare!

“What happened?! Did you get involved with something weird?! Why me...?” 

[nishidawho-blog]

1x (one) REAL HAPPY Nishida plz!

[[ Drawing Meme:  Pick an Expression and a Yakuza Character! (status: Accepting!) 

[kingofkamuro]

@mewgagotoku cont. from this:

"Wha-," Surprised at the backlash, Tamotsu's face went red. It always seemed that Majima kept making suggestive comments towards him, and knew exactly how to shut him up.

Embarrassed, he sat back into his chair and folded his arms. Tamotsu began tapping his foot against the ground as he watched the rest of the men walk out, still heated from remark his superior made.

“Let’s get this meeting over with then.” He said, standing up from his chair as he waited for Majima to lead so he can follow. Tamotsu watched him with furrowed brows, huffing something under his as soon as the other man passed him. “You wish..”

[bloomingempress]

♡ ( for... anyone? everyone?? )

{Relationship Meme. Accepting!}

For EVERYONE? You got it.

For Majima can you imagine Haru’s father getting involved with the Yakuza probably ended up borrowing money or something and ended up getting into deeper stuff and one day Haru secretly sees them having a discussion so she’s actively trying to seek out Majima and she’s trying to reason with him LOL Haru’s just like it’s fine I’ll talk to him, he’ll listen to me right? But imagine her actually bonding with Majima and he becomes her protector? Haha of course I’m sure she’s a big fan of Majima’s energy! Maybe she can learn a thing or two from him. 

For Makoto, I think it’d be sweet if she could be like a mother figure to Haru since she’s lost her mother quite a long time ago. I’m sure we could find a way they could meet but ultimately that’s the type of relationship I’d like to have for them!

For Oda... Hm, I’m not sure why she’d interact with him but again it probably has to do with some involvement with Haru’s father! Haha

For Bara... Can you imagine Haru running into her and just being very intrigued by her sense of style since her father has always been very strict with her? I would love to have Bara give Haru a makeover. 

For Tenji... I actually would like to think that Haru has a lowkey crush on Tenji haha. She thinks he’s really sweet! Although she’s just fine being friends too. 

For Futaba... Snack buddies! I like to think that Haru was never really able to eat a lot of snacks from convenient stores because of her family so she’s super intrigued to try different kinds of snacks! Also imagine Haru wanting to show Futaba the kinds of places she went to when growing up, Haru taking Futaba out for tea! To fancy buffets! A snack cultural exchange :’) 

[dreamoffuchsia]

Closed starter for @mewgagotoku

There was never a good reason for Nishitani to be up as early as the sun, and this was certainly no different. Normally this sort of behavior would be devious in nature- a means of getting attention from the person he cared most about. But this wasn't that kind of early morning.

Nishitani, for all his airs and erratic moods, had a lot of regrets in his life. And sometimes, those regrets caught up to him in the worst possible way. He didn't dare read the full letter- he already knew what it said and he didn't need to be reminded of it again. He pretended like the illness wasn't there to begin with, ignoring the dark circles under his eyes and the ever growing aches and pains that came with it.

It wasn't treatable now. It had developed at an unprecedented rate, and according to his doctors, he'd be lucky to live till the end of the year.

In all fairness, he was one of the lucky ones. Not many yakuza got to live past the age of 30, and those that did never made it to 50- but some how he'd managed to beat those odds with only a few hiccups here and there. Now that he was officially a civilian, those odds meant nothing.

So what was he to do? The answer: Suffer. Quietly.

The stirring from the bedroom quickly pulled him from his daze and he scrambled to stuff the letter on top of the fridge where hopefully Majima wouldn't find it. He then returned to his steaming cup of coffee and waited for his husband to make his groggy appearance.

"Mornin' babe."

[rileysroleplayreservoir]

L3 for MajiRiley, E2 for RileyTenji :D

“Sometimes you just gotta surprise your favorite people outta nowhere.”

“Sometimes you gotta show em how much you care. Or cover them in new lipstick but hey, win win.”

[rainylotus]

👊 - I like the way you portray your muse ( hi, I'm new here, but I like what I've seeeen :'D )

thank you sm! i’ve been having a blast with your futaba as well ;_;

[crossxskulled]

‘ i’m putting free wifi on my gravestone so people will come visit me. ... Hell, maybe I should just put free wifi in my headphones. ’ ( @hikikohacker )

☠ - Ryuji had to check his phone real quick.

April 12th

This sure as hell didn’t sound like an April fools joke. Even if it was by chance, everything ranging from his vocal muscles to the tips of his damn toes wasn’t fancying the idea of amusing that right a response. Instead she’d find cheek being briefly pinched as that grumpy mug of the delinquent faced her down. “Lemme tell ya something Futaba, both of those ideas suck.” Oh he said it! There’s not one inch of remorse rolling off the words before he releases the grip.

Their victories throughout the metaverse never curved his more worrisome thoughts. Instances his mind spun up usually in his nightmares, horrendous images, a star cause to sleepless nights– the whole four by four.

Part of him knows this is from their recent track record of him being so deep in his feelings. Being aware of them to some conscious scale, facing them. For all Ryuji knows maybe this was some snag of sentimentality that’s been trailing him lately. Even their normal rounds always have this smidgen of pillow like softness at the side of his head, a quality of himself he’s more aware about in his soul when it comes to those he care for.

“Not only are you gonna be disturbing the dead to a whole effin’ new level, you’ll be disturbing yourself too. Both ways you’re disturbing yourself. What did I tell ya about that masochist stuff!?”

He’s never told her a single thing. At this point he’s running on a whole lotta emotional energy.

”People will be visiting ya regardless. While you live a fun ol’ life and get to be a cranky old lady, y’got that? Not just the Phantom Thieves either, but whoever else can be lucky enough to call ya a friend.”

“……” Once again. He’d be a liar if he didn’t think about that benefit of free wifi she keeps slinging around. What in the hell kind of holy grail deal is that!? Some part of Shujin’s infamous is convinced that she can make a damn internet signal off of her brain waves at this point. It was an amusing thought that causes him to side eye her after this supposed ‘cool’ moment here.

“But uh, you can do that for real?”

[sketchvicious]

A gift for the agGrESsiveLy wonderful @dreamoffuchsia 💕

[snackingart]

" C'mon, are we doing this cosplay or what?? " -- Futaba @hikikohacker

“Well, if you insist. I’m just not sure if this outfit is going to fit me or not. It looks a bit too small for me, don’t you think?” 

[drxgonofdxjima]

@mewgagotoku - Majima [Plotted]

So it was all over now.. The drama was done. The Tojo Clan and the Omi Alliance had somewhat made peace. Goda was no longer an issue or the clan that was trying to get in the way of the peace in the city. Sat on a bench enjoying fries from Smile Burger while Haruka was at a friends. 

Everything was peaceful.. Then he turned his head and he saw it. Well him. Goro Majima. Oh boy, here we go. What did he want now. There was no avoiding this. He had been seen.. A sigh left him. He then finished his fries and prepared himself. 

[criminaldelights]

@mewgagotoku continued from here

[Text : Majima ] How did that happen? [Text : Majima ] I am on my way

[smokinghothierophant]

“Nanako told me it’s your birthday, Dojima-san — happy birthday!” [ @hachidorinoko ]

Well, this was a surprise greeting but it was nice that Tenji had remembered. Come to think of it, Nanako seemed to enjoy talking to Tenji a lot. He had seem to become another ‘big brother’ figure to her which was nice. “Thank you, Akamine-kun. I appreciate it.” 

[kingofkamuro]

✏ ( Daigo...? ;D )

♡ Send me ✏ and I'll draw your character in the way I see them. | Accepting!

Your smugness in all his glory!

[bloomingempress]

" turns out that cages are still cages even when they’re designed to look just like castles ” -- Tenji @hachidorinoko

“Definitely. You know... A lot of people have said that I should feel lucky for having been born into wealth, but sometimes I don’t really consider myself so lucky. I lost my mother a long time ago and my father... well, ever since she died he changed. It’s like he wanted to decide everything in my life for me all of a sudden.” 

[rileysroleplayreservoir]

arrest ( whomstever your heart desires~ )

Arrest: your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.

one word prompts // accepting!

No peace. No peace at all. Not even once. There was always something.

That something could be summed up in as simple as a few words, or described in paragraphs abound like a living novel - and in a weird sort of way she felt like she was constantly living in one. There was no in between. And of all the times for her to be equipped to the sixes instead of the nines. A loud commotion had caused a ruckus in the city streets, Riley near dropping the vegetables she had been inspecting at the nearby grocer. She wouldn’t have thought twice about it, had it not been for the familiar shrill sound she’d heard therein. Why. Shuffling with her belongings she made way through the crowd, finding the difficulty in such a task due to the high number of police covering the area. What in the... Standing on her tip toes she looked around more alert now, eyes falling to the man she was searching for - in handcuffs. Momentary disbelief crossed her, all history and experience falling out of her ear as she pushed forward, even against the protesting of civilians and security. “Wait! Wait! Hold on a moment!!”