#Yokohama building

[iso-photo]

真上を見上げてみたら、こんな感じでした。

[athenaismdb]

[reubenyeoart]

GUNDAM FACTORY YOKOHAMA 1/144 RX-78F00 HMT GUNDAM HIGH MOBILITY TYPE (G-3 IMAGE COLOUR)

Just a straight build of a kit I recently purchased online; I'm actually ambivalent about the Yokohama Gundam's design (which is why I ended up getting the limited MG Nadleeh instead when I was at Gundam Factory Yokohama two years back), but seeing the G-3 Colour version of the design prompted me to buy one from Mandarake. It was an easy enough to assemble kit, but I didn't wish to panel line it, since I don't have the pot-style panel liner and the Yokohama Gundam has a ton of panel lines that I'd detonate if I did it all by hand.

While they don't list the Grade for the kit on the box, it assembles sort of partway between a modern Entry Grade and a High Grade, with quite a bit of inner frame and HG-style joints construction. It poses pretty well enough although some parts don't bend as much as I'd like.

Since this is the High Mobility Type, the Gundam comes with a set of armour that easily clips/pegs on that breaks up the colours with a few darker shades, as well as comes with a double barreled cannon. I did wish the cannon had a way to connect with the shield, so it could be displayed with the beam rifle, but alas.

Truth be told, I really love this rendition of the G-3 colours, with the lavender and muted purples with the mainly light grey scheme.

Due to the way they set the colour separation as well, the kit comes with quite a bit of extra parts, including black versions of several pieces of armour, extra white versions of the shoulder and waist armour (with a set of ankle armour from the regular version of the Yokohama Gundam), and an entire extra shield's worth of parts; makes for quite a bit of colour customisation for the kit if one wishes to.

[anti-dazai-blog]

hello!

would you like to go off on more port mafia HCs?

anything you want, just have fun and #no pressure ask btw :)

All of the higher-ups in the mafia have body doubles 

There’s this one part of Stormbringer where iirc Hirotsu acts as a body double for Mori— who’s idea was that. Do they not have an actual assigned person who actually looks like Mori who’s professionally trained in being a body double? Why was the head of the black lizard called in to pretend to be Mori?

Anyway yeah let’s just forget about that part of sb and collectively agree that the mafia is a professional, well-run organization, and it has professionally trained body doubles for anyone important. 

[etinceelle]

Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou's world and atmosphere is the kind of thing I'm imagining for Spark (Gris' story). A post apocalyptic world where humanity is almost completely gone, and where nature is taking over everything and regaining an essential place.

Groups of humans accepting it and being more humble about it. Just surviving in a peaceful way with what's necessary and adapting themselves while remaining in a modern world. Roads almost totally covered of grass and moss, old remains of civilizations stuck between trees, clay houses made to be immerged in nature and discreet because humans learned tragically that they're not all powered and should be careful to not attract whatever terrible is out there (because in my story there would still be some dangerous things, in addition to surviving in a wild world where humans are just a part of it as any being).

Images are from the manga and the OVAs.

[donsasuke]

Yokohama bnw view

[si-t-rda]

Yokohama-City, Kanagawa, Japan/2023

[justsigma-bsd]

with the wind all blowing and the calming air. with no one to bother you.

sometimes, i...actually nevermind.

but...um...you okay staying up this high?

-🪶(@feathered--anon)

(i was thinking Mersualt (i think that's the location name in the manga) but i highly doubt it since he didn't say that he was trapped.)

(also it doesn't actually oversee Yokohama like his letter said, so probably something like a very tall building in Yokohama would be my second guess. i suck at names but the tallest that Yokohama got that looks out over Yokohama.)

"I used to run a casino up over the clouds. I'm used to high altitudes. Kinda miss them, actually..."

[pix4japan]

Former Bank Branch in Finance District

Location: Bashamichi Building, Naka-ku, Yokohama, Kanagawa, Japan Timestamp: 19:47 March 15, 2023

Bashamichi Building was born as the Yokohama Branch of Yasuda Bank, a prominent Japanese bank until the end of WWII. After WWII, Yasuda Bank resurfaced with a new identity as Fuji Bank and used this building for their Yokohama Branch. After a merger in 2002, Fuji Bank shuttered the building and its Yokohama branch office.

This closure led to the Architectural Institute of Japan appealing for the preservation of the building noting the building’s Palazzo architecture reminiscent of the Italian renaissance and its use of rough masonry (rustica) on the exterior. As a result, the building was granted recognition as a Yokohama City Historical Building in 2003 and was purchased by the city of Yokohama.

Today, Bashamichi Building is home to the Yokohama campus of the Graduate School of Film and New Media at the Tokyo University of the Arts, serving as an important cultural and educational center in the city.

Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter

ISO 3200 for 1/35 sec. at ƒ/2.0

Acros film simulation

Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter ISO 3200 for 1/50 sec. at ƒ/2.0 Classic Chrome film simulation

Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter ISO 3200 for 1/30 sec. at ƒ/2.0 Acros film simulation

Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter ISO 3200 for 1/17 sec. at ƒ/2.0 Acros film simulation

[meandmyechoes]

i remembered why i don't consider any film greetings now because they require pia and a fucking japanese phone number (they are right to mitigate scalpers though) and last time was because i got lucky and found someone on twitter THAT MORNING

[corgiteatime]

I cannot find who recommended Yokohama Station SF to me, but if it was you and you are reading this, thank you so much!!! As a really big building enthusiast, this was like recommending heroin to a heroin addict and I am very happy with both the light novel and the first volume manga that just came out!

[iso-photo]

考えてるような考えてないような感じで、座ったり立ってみたり、僅かに歩いてみたりして、意味のないようであるような時間を過ごしてみたい。

[athenaismdb]

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@mariandhamza has been fundraising since MAY and they are only at

€26,156/100,000

Last donation was 10 HOURS AGO.

I will post updates when I can.

Reminder that i can draw for you if you donate: x

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[remlionheart]

hiii !! may seem a bit basic, but chuuya picks up reader after a stressful day at work with his motorcycle fluff and smut 👾.

thank you, u're the best !!

୨ৎ❀ hey, there’s nothing wrong with simple! i appreciate you sending me a suggestion ♡ it's been awhile since we've visited my fave ill-tempered redhead anyway and he deserves all the attention ୨ৎ❀ fluff. smut. deep throating. praise. rich-boyfriend!chuuya x fem!reader. quick lil 1.9k word drabble. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ୨ৎ❀

♡ MDNI ♡

Me 'n My Girl ｡˚☽

so proud to be in your world, just me and my girl ⋆.˚

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A warm mid-evening breeze swept through your hair as you stepped out of large doors of your office building and let out a sigh. The smell of petrichor bounced off of the pavement while a light rain cascaded over downtown Yokohama.

Under normal circumstances, it would’ve been your favorite weather, but the stillness of it was just another reminder of the unrelenting storm of anxiety that’d been plaguing your mind all day.

Nothing had really happened. Work went okay. Your commute there was okay. Your coworkers were okay. Your lunch was okay. Everything was seemingly okay, but that's what made it worse. You couldn't pinpoint the source of your discomfort. Couldn't place the blame on any one single thing for making you feel so off. It was a phantom annoyance. A problem that didn't seem to exist to anyone else besides you.

"Shit." you mumbled, feeling your purse slip from your shoulder as it, along everything it was holding, fumbled out of your reach and spilled out into the middle of the sidewalk.

You were halfway down the stairs, your pumps clicking against the concrete when your hand suddenly reached for the railing. The heel of your shoe breaking clean off, almost knocking you completely off balance.

It wasn't the time to cry. You'd made it so far - managed to hold it together for your entire shift and you were finally at the finish line, but your capacity to handle any more minor inconveniences was well beyond its limit. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, unable to fight back the hot, frustrated tears that streamed down your cheeks while you took both of your shoes off and you gathered up your belongings in defeat.

Chuuya rounded the corner not a second too soon, the loud vroom of his engine coming to a gradual halt as he kicked his foot out to put the motorcycle in park before stepping off.

He smoothed down his disheveled hair, his smirk quickly fading the closer he got to you.

"Baby..." he said softly, looking at broken pair of shoes in your hand and the haphazard way your bag had been slung over your shoulder. "What happened?"

"Nothing," You lied, shaking your head. "It's fine."

He knew you too well though. Knew that if he simply nodded and waited a minute, it would pour out of you without him having to pry. He put a hand on your shoulder, letting you avoid his stare until you finally caved.

"Today was just stupid," You sulked, "Everything was horrible for no reason and then my fucking heel snapped and now," You were fighting an uphill battle against your emotions. More tears pricking at your eyes as your gaze caught his. "And now I can't even ride on the back with you because I'm barefoot and everything is ruined."

Even though he hated seeing you get this worked up, he couldn't deny that there was something so fucking cute about how pouty and helpless you became when things didn't go your way. He took pride in knowing that you needed him, that he was the one you relied on to pick up the pieces when life got too stressful.

"Stay here," he said, taking his leather jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. "I'll be right back, okay?"

You nodded at him, watching him tuck his hands into his pockets as he crossed the street. It was easy to forget who he was sometimes. How merciless he could be with other people when he was so gentle and attentive with you. He was a Port Mafia executive who doubled as a golden retriever boyfriend when no one was looking. Calloused and feared by some of the scariest people in Yokohama and yet for some reason, physically incapable of saying no to you.

You wiped your tears away watching him flick his cigarette onto the sidewalk, an unexpectedly large Chanel bag hanging from his wrist.

"C'mere," he said, taking your hand as he led you to the Ducati.

You plopped down on its leather seat with both legs dangling off to one side while he knelt down and opened the bag, sliding a gorgeous pair of black open-toed suede heels onto your feet.

"Gimme the broken ones."

You pulled them out of your purse with a small smile, letting him throw them away in a nearby trashcan before returning back to you. "Better?" he asked.

"You know there's an Adidas store right around the corner?"

He smirked, placing both hands at either side of you, his mouth grazing yours with a whisper. "My girl had a terrible day at work and you expect me to make it worse by buying her cheap shit?"

Your heart fluttered, another slight grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you breathed in the comforting smell of his cologne. "Your girl is really lucky to have you."

"Yeah, well…" he mused, "I have a feeling she'll be makin' it up to me later.”

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The ride back to his house was peaceful with hardly any traffic for a Thursday night.

There was something about being on the back of his motorcycle that made you feel so indescribably close to him. From the way your body pressed against his to the way he'd tell you to hold onto him tighter. You loved the looks people would flash the two of you as you'd speed past them. The butterflies that flooded your stomach each time he'd start to go faster than he should've. Even if he had a bad habit of occasionally breaking the speed limit, you still trusted him entirely. He was well aware of the difference between having a little bit of fun and being reckless and he'd never cross that line when he was with you.

You felt infinitely better by the time you pulled into the garage, carefully letting your legs fall as he shut off the engine. Your bad day felt like a distant memory - your mind now comfortably occupied with the thousand-dollar shoes that were decorating your feet and the way his eyes lit up as he helped you down.

It was hard to process sometimes that he'd been waking up next to you almost every day for the last year and still looked at you like you had put the stars in the sky.

You grabbed his arm before he could make it inside the house, gently pushing him back onto the seat of his bike. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop you as you hovered above him and began undoing his belt.

"You always make me feel so good." You whispered, reaching up to let your lips catch his while your hands continued to unbutton his pants. "I wanna return the favor."

You could feel him growing hard as his tongue swirled against yours with fervor. A gloved hand resting on the back of your neck to pull you in closer while you reached for his zipper and freed him from the fabric that was separating the both of you.

He let out a low groan when your palm met the base of his cock, delicately wrapping your fingers around it as you started to move uppp and downnn at just the right pace, earning even prettier noises from him.

His grip tangled into your hair, moving your head to the side so that he could descend down your neck. Kissing and nipping away at your soft skin while you continued to stroke him. His movements were getting harder to control the faster you went, squeezing him so fucking perfectly that he nearly ripped the front of your shirt open.

You let out a small yelp as he roamed across your chest, lightly slipping your nipple between his teeth while his blue eyes travelled up to yours. "Get on your knees for me."

You nodded, keeping your stare locked with his. Your hand still going in the same motion as you repositioned yourself, kneeling in front of him so that your face was front and center with where he wanted you. You pulled his pants down further, your core aching as you obediently slid your tongue along his base.

"Fuck," he hissed, his mouth dropping open at how tantalizingly thorough you were, "God, that feels – hah – that feels… so.... good."

You took your time, coaxing more heady praises out of him as you made your way up his length, letting a generous amount of spit trail down his shaft while your hand held him in place. His pink tip was practically dripping with pre-cum by the time you reached it, begging to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around it.

You smiled against him, looking up at him with doe-eyes before giving in to his body's needs. "It's all mine, right?" You asked, causing him to twitch in your hand.

"All yours." He groaned, doing everything he could to stop himself from shoving your head down onto him. He wanted you so bad it hurt, but even in the midst of his clouded thinking, he was still more concerned about you. If you needed to hear him say it, then that's exactly what he'd do.

"It's all yours, baby." He exhaled. "I'm all yours… Every inch of me is all – fucking...your...s"

His words were quickly taken from him though, stolen by the way you’d flattened your tongue and pressed it firmly against his tip.

You watched his eyes roll back as his hand gripped your hair, the two of you working to find the perfect rhythm.

You loved the breathy noises he made for you. The way his hips thrusted forward while he buried himself into the warmth of your mouth. The feeling of him getting harder with each slurp and squelch that echoed across the garage as you struggled to take the whole thing.

"Keep going." He grunted, still fighting the overwhelmingly feral urge to slam into you. "Doin' so good f'me."

You went as deep as you could, easing him into the back of your throat while your tongue continued to glide across his shaft.

His movements became more frantic, his voice breaking the faster you went. "God – damn..."

You kept up the same unrelenting pace, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes locked with his again.

"Fuck," his moans turned into guttural whimpers, his body thrusting desperately in search of release. "Just like that," he choked out, "just like that, don't – fucking stop, please baby... don't stop, I'm –"

He looked lost, completely entranced by the hold you had over him as a lewd warmth coated the back of your throat. More carnal obscenities pouring from his lips as he slowly regained control over his breathing and pulled out of you.

"Next time –" he panted, helping you to your feet before leaning in to kiss you. "I'm buying you the whole fuckin' store."

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