#frenziedhound

[tidesborn-archived]

He had a bit of the Bosses time, frankly he had to do this cause his Uncle was especially worried about him and his employment, Obi had the guts to put his foot down for this Job. But He also had his own questions for Majima. With a sigh he entered his office.

“Listen Boss, I’m sure this is a question better left unasked but It’s gonna keep me awake at night if I don’t know…Why did someone try to blow up our site? Further more…how did you and Nishida come back with hardly a scratch? He told me you two were trying to defuse it and you’d…..do this thing.” Obi tapping the bridge of his nose in the way Nishida described verbally. “then tell him what wire to cut…then when you stopped doing that, that’s when it blew up…” Obi sighed.

“In short Boss, what the hell and how often should I expect bombs at our jobs? It’s not a deal breaker but I’d just like to be prepared.” Coming off a tad disrespectful but, the bomb was above and beyond the normal questionable or morally flexible activities Obi would participate in. @frenziedhound

[xjudgementxkazzy]

Moist.

Kiryu stared,  momentairly as his brows shot up. His own thoughts muddled as he attempt to figure out why on earth he even had the nerve... “Nani? What about moist? Isn’t that when you sweat? I don’t understand.”

[sercina]

continued from here - @frenziedhound​

She felt her threat levels dramatically increase the moment that the bottle was once again blocked with ease. She felt as though this man was made with lead, no conscious. He seemed to be careless of anything around him and nothing but insane. Kamurocho was full of its craziness, but this took it to another level.

Her eyes widened as she found herself squared up to Majima as she did previously in her lifetime, a half-smashed bottle of liquer in her hand. She quickly stumbled back, dropping the bottle in a short attempt of retreat.

His words rung at her ears, but she still felt her body taking a flight or fight mode. Her back hit the rack behind her, hands splayed back in protection. Her chest felt tight with adrenaline, eyes rattling as he looked at the man.

“What do you want? Didn’t you already come here and stir up trouble before?”

[crimsonrelict]

One word drabble for ‘Peace’ (for Makoto)

- ;  Send a word and  will write a drabble or headcanon based on it

                           ( ✘ ) Accepting!  ╱ Peace

                                       For Makoto!!

Endless, countless moments she had spent drifting- free she was from the turmoil and conflict that had claimed her future, her loved ones, and her family...and inevitably herself in the very end... She had allowed herself to slip away into the domestic 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 to flow without having worry about or death-   

      it was incredible, 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲...   if only she had been able to 𝑠𝑒𝑒 to      understand this in life, perhaps…    perhaps she could have made the sort of difference everyone  thought she would.  But despite only being able to see in the last few decades, it hadn’t changed the incredible serenity that Makoto had felt. She had her children and a husband that she loved dearly. That she wouldn’t throw away for the world. But there was an ache that until mere moments prior that couldn’t be salvaged. That couldn’t be quenched. At least until she found it. The small ticking, of the watch that had been a memento. The watches’ band had been slowly falling apart. Worn and torn, fading away with each passing day. But she couldn’t get a new watch, despite the prodding and probing of her closest inner circle, to get a new watch. 

Perhaps it had been not having time, or maybe it had been a fear of loosing the one thing that promised of a better day. Whispers of thank-you’s and the closure, she yearned for after all these years. That had been at least over a decade. Whereas now, peace washed over her, as she saw the new band. As she couldn’t help but give a small smile.  It’s funny and strange how it took a simple act, a token as simple as a band to a watch brought her peace and happiness. But those who hadn’t known they’d of been confused, but to those and Makoto? It meant that her savior, the guy that saved her from the world of darkness... Was still out there, still remembered her. It wasn’t much, but she’d take the simple closure that followed with those what if’s and had beens, just to know, he was taking care of himself, in the biggest game of them all, called life. 

And that, more than anything else, brought Xiao complete peace. 

[everglow-synth-archive]

⭐️

What is there to say about @frenziedhound?

Oh, right, Majima is a treat of a character, he always will be, and the mun behind that blog manages to capture the Mad Dog’s chaotic but loveable energy to a T. The writing is great, and from my interactions with them, they seem pretty cool as well.

Ya’ know. For starters. 

[mewgagotoku]

@frenziedhound cont from here

The powerful sense of familiarity her voice provokes is enough to have Majima stop dead in his tracks. Unthinkingly (and against any semblance of his better judgement), he turns his head to glance back at the woman calling out to him.

How they continued to run into each other with each trip he took into Sōtenbori was beyond him.

Majima doesn’t turn to face Makoto; rather, his one visible eye remains fixed on her, and he holds his hand out at his side to indicate for her to hand over whatever it was he’d dropped. His wallet? His tantō? Cigarettes? Lighter? There isn’t much he tends to carry on his person day to day.

❝ … Thanks. Totally missed that. ❞  

Best to nip this interaction at the bud and exit stage left.

Dark eyes watched the man - a stranger so familiar - as he half-turned back toward her. Head on one side, Makoto’s creased brow smoothed into the ghost of a smile.

“It looks important.” It looked to be a card wallet, the same type which had been all the rage in Sotenbori many years ago. The zig-zag stitching was unmistakable beneath the press of both her thumbs as she held it out for him, hanging back just enough that he would have to turn a little more toward her if he wanted to take it.

“Back in town, I see.” Was that an awkward thing to say? Probably.  She was so curious about him, but just as before, she couldn’t find the right words or questions to ask. “I... hope you’ve been well?”

[dragonofdojima]

Unprompted Asks

@frenziedhound​​​ said: “Anyone ever tell ya light, light black’s really yer colour?”

   SLOWING DOWN IN HIS ONCE STEADY MARCH, it hd become SECOND NATURE by this point to reach for the CELL PHONE in his back pocket-- the moment he would feel the slightest vibration from it. Flipping it open, as he then brought it up to view whilst carrying on his way towards his next destination that day. With PAGERS by the year 2005 having since become a THING OF THE PAST, this was one device in question that he certainly needed to grow accustom to using from here on out. 

   Thankfully enough, it didn’t take long familiarising himself with its more basic features. And it certainly helped with the NUMEROUS TEXT MESSAGES and EMAILS that he had received by this point from his various ACQUAINTANCES. Especially from one LIEUTENANT of the MAJIMA FAMILY in question. One who would own both his COMMENDATION and EXASPERATION, when pertaining to the messages that he would send for his CAPTAIN.

   However, he was surprised to see that this wouldn’t be a text from Nishida, this time round. But from Majima himself. And whilst expecting some odd little (At times, downright BAFFLING) message that would only be the beginning of some CONVOLUTED PLAN in getting the two of them to fight for the UMPTEENTH TIME that week... he certainly hadn’t expected this. As he would allow his eyes to carefully scan through the short message itself. So would his stroll finally come to a COMPLETE HALT. “... light black?” As thick brows would knit themselves together in thought, a perturbed bottom lip would thin itself back into a straight line. Allowing another second or two pass, before finally glancing down towards his suit.

   ... Light, light black?

   Having adorned this attire for close to TWO DECADES now, that was certainly the FIRST TIME he had ever heard it being described as such. Having actually grown use to the TEASING COMMENTS about his apparently lacklustre fashion sense, so would a curl of his lips would begin to form, however. From memories of NISHIKI taking every given opportunity to chastise him for his choices in MENSWEAR. Remembering overtime how much harder his bro had DESPAIRED had only grown, as Kiryu continued to wear the same grey suit, from then on...

   ... Correction, light, light black suit.

  DESPITE THE OTHER’S IMMACULATE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR, far too VIVIDLY was he able to read this simple text out in that KANSAI ACCENT of his. Causing that amused little smile to grow all the more, before a soft huff of resignation would leave out through his very nose. It was a COMPLIMENT, at the end of the day. Surely an odd one, but a compliment, nonetheless. And having no real desire to discuss what ACTUAL COLOUR this suit might actually be-- especially via text messaging on a tiny screen- Kiryu would deem it wise then to at least reply with a little ‘Thank you.’. Seeing as this was once again the first time that anyone had ever truly complimented him on this attire.

   Just about to tap in those very words-- he would decide then, to express himself in a way that he hadn’t had the OPPORTUNITY to do so, just yet. Eyeing the little icon that resembled the FOLDED CORNER of a page, so then would Kiryu select it. As he was then brought into a fun little gallery that he was sure Haruka herself would have enjoyed exploring for herself. Only taking a moment to ponder over his choices, before selecting the sticker he believed would best express his gratitude to the other.

   “Heh.” That should do it.

[corvid-lullaby]

“i’ll make ya a deal: i’ll just get ya some bandages if ya quit making a fuss over it.” (from the "caring for stubborn muses" prompt. K1 verse works!)

A glare was instantly shot in Majima’s direction, followed by hissing, “I said…” With a grunt, he pressed a palm against a bent knee, shakily hoisting himself into an unstable stand. The other was busy attempting to staunch a wound at his side, which was rapidly tainting crimson where it was normally clean and white on his suit.

“I said I don’t need your help, dammit.”

With a groan, the Patriarch hunched to the side, unwillingly using the nearby brick wall as a source of support. Nishiki’s face twisted in pain, but thankfully the knife wound didn’t hit anything vital. As painful as it was, the depth of it proved deep enough to let plenty of blood to freely flow and gather in droplets at his feet. That explained his half-lidded stumbling, as it resulted in a playful fit of dizziness.

“Really, you’re like a black cat. Whenever your face pops up, it’s almost goddamn certain that more trouble will follow you. Never did care to see your face.” He was as stubborn and sharp tongued as ever, which was probably entirely expected. At this point in time, help was something he simply didn’t trust from anyone.

With a deep huff, he pushed himself off of the wall, only to try and shove his way past Majima. Rude, as always, since he even pressed a hand against the other’s shoulder, too. There wasn’t so much as a thank you that came from the Koi either, even after Majima came in the nick of time. Although Nishiki was perfectly capable of finishing the job himself, it was Majima’s interference that made the enemy’s weapon stray from landing a fatal blow in the process.

Nishiki was thankful, sure, but it was his superiority complex that otherwise festered too loudly.

[akirathief]

@frenziedhound​ started following.

It’s admittedly not often that he finds himself in Akihabara, unless it’s for something specific or to visit Shinya-kun. Still, Akira wanders about the streets, silently searching for something he can grab Futaba before he decides to head back home for the evening.

Of course, Morgana is the first to notice the news report on the television screens in one of the display windows, and with a chitter the cat gets his attention.

“And now, more news on the ongoing investigation regarding the Phantom Thieves...”                   He decides to linger, if only for a little bit.

[koikoikissies]

First, the word is semen, not cum, as I would never use such childish words. Second, it is a goblet, not a chalice.

Never interact with me again, ‘kay?

[idyllicserendipity]

ﾐ @frenziedhound​ Continued from Here 彡

When Majima had taken it upon himself to intervene, repulsed at the sight of men who both feared and respected who he’d become in the time since his reintegration within the family harassing innocent women on the street in broad daylight, he’d taken refuge in the assumption that the one (who had a face he could never forget) would have no means of recognizing him. That her blindness in the time they’d spent together would serve as a shield to his identity as her savour so little time prior.

It would be just his luck that he’d been completely and utterly wrong in that regard. Although the other men had been adequately chased off, Majima having intended to immediately remove himself with the situation thoroughly defused, he found himself falling still as the distance between them lessened with Makoto’s inquisitive step forward, curious eyes scrying him for burning answers only he held.

Majima had been careful to refrain from speaking — at the very least, at a volume that’d be recognizable, as the last thing he needed was to incite any semblance of recognition in Makoto when he’d wanted nothing more but to erase himself from her life so she could be FREE of the stain of darkness he’d left in his wake. So when she asked her question, the most he could offer was a short-lived stare that could only be described as hollow, before he turned his gaze away altogether, answering her question with nothing more than a stilted shake of his head.

The longer he stuck around, the more she’d be given to piece together the truth.

   FOR NO LONGER WOULD SHE COWER, to hide within the shadow of another. No longer would she allow herself to feel HELPLESS, as she would now stand on her OWN TWO FEET. But then again, none of this would have been possible... if it hadn’t been for the aid of so many others. If it hadn’t been for those that had took her by the hand, and pulled her ONWARDS. To have once resigned herself to FUMBLING IN THE DARKNESS itself-- to think the day would finally come when she was finally able to see it all again. To take in each and every single face she would come across from here on out, and even stare a few HEAD ON. Such as these persistent men who simply REFUSED to take no for an answer... And yet, an unexpected turn of events would begin to unfold. As a tall, intimidating figure would enter within her line of sight. Causing her to briefly PANIC-- that was, until the man threw that first punch at one of their gleeful faces.

   And while she would find herself quivering ever so slightly in place from the violence that had just taken place, something else would begin to take over her. A skip of an already quickening heart beat, as she took in that EYEPATCH. Her eyes now refusing to leave his own. As she took in that stern-- and yet-- SAD GAZE of his. 

   For why was he sad? Why... had he just saved her? From those men who were apparently his subordinates (She had heard them calling him SIR, earlier)? She would need but a few seconds-- and a daring intake of breath-- before a part of her would finally begin to REMEMBER. To remember that soft voice. Of the tall, blurry figure whom had held her hand-- as he aided her back up, on that one frosty night. He who had held on-- even when she had believed that she had nothing left by that point. The one whose voice she hear the slightest SMILE in... whenever he had spoke to her. 

   “Oh-- I’m sorry. I was so sure--” And she still was, truth be told. Doubting the other’s response, especially as he would begin to turn away from her. Away from those desperately searching eyes of hers, when she had tried to study more of that face. For something about all of this was... off to her. something that she would still refuse to relinquish her hold of, and walk away then, in the opposite direction “... but thank you, for helping us.” For even before she herself would realise it, Makoto was doing everything that she could to stop him from leaving, just yet, “Please, will you at least... tell me your name?”

[xmedicus]

meet and greet meme;; - Accepting

@frenziedhound​ asked: 🔪 which of the seven deadly sins best fits your character?

🔪 which of the seven deadly sins best fits your character?

Pride. Kabuto’s the kind of person to talk down to a ninja he perceives as weaker than he is, to take brutal stabs at the dreams of others. He knows he’s talented, and he’s not at all afraid of bragging about it, especially when it looks like he’ll have the upper hand. As a result, when Kabuto loses a battle he’s positive he’ll win, he’ll be anywhere from distraught to enraged to shocked, depending on the specific circumstances. 

Interestingly, Kabuto’s identity crisis factors into his pride. He wants and needs to receive praise and validation for his efforts and accomplishments, as his skills as a medic and a spy are all he really knows about himself. 

[xjudgementxkazzy]

@frenziedhound continue from [c]

Lot of things came easy for Kiryu. Whether that was fighting, or karaoke or just disassociating. But letting his emotions show or using his words weren’t one of them.

Kiryu always spoke his mind and sometimes that had backfired. And if it had been few weeks ago; maybe this question leaving his lips would of been regrettable or he crossed a line. But Kiryu knew especially in the last two weeks they had grown to a routine and a place of comfort and relaxation.

—|: Which if it had been anyone else; the dragon of Dojima would’ve left a long time ago.

And Majima not wearing the secure cloth just goes and shows how close they’ve gotten with each other. Trust is earned, and if anyone earned the trust of the other it was them two.

“Yeah... I’ve seen worse sights–” After all, it’s part of Majima and in the darken gaze nothing could bring a horrible or ill thought towards him or his looks. And he didn’t need to vocalize it.

Legs swinging to the side to pull his weight upwards to sit up, to let his gaze wonder on the empty socket; to linger towards the eye patch. Maybe once he would of walked away, kept his thoughts to himself. But that day wasn’t today.

Finding his palm moving to place on top of the others hand, he let himself speak. “Does... Does it hurt? After all getting stabbed in the eye doesn’t sound pleasant”

[sercina]

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Reina loves the scent of lavender. She finds it calming and has a few bath soaks at home that are scented with lavender. She used to have lavender at her bar when she had first started, but had to remove it as some customers were allergic. To keep the fresh floral scent in her bar, she tends to have a variety of flowers that change depending on season as well as the atmopshere of Kamurocho.

- @frenziedhound

[horateiruzu]

‘’  the  hell  do  you  want ?  ‘’   here,  deep  within  the  heart  of  a  scrapyard,  our  glorified  warrior  remained seated  ‘pon  a  hollow,  decrepit  vehicle.  only the  brave  or  foolhardy  dared  to  venture  this  graveyard  of  rusted  steel, wishing  to  ask  for  more  than  ‘recognition’  from  a  man  who  donned  the blackest  iron  ever  conceived;  truly  primordial.   

our  swordsman’s  lone  eye  sought  to  burn  this  stranger’s  silhouette  into  his  mind,  even  if  were  nothing  more  but  a  fleeting  moment  worth  a  butterfly’s  heartbeat.  ‘’  sign  says  to  piss  off,  so  better  turn  and  start walkin. ‘’  many  a  times  these  foolish  men  sought  to  subdue  him  into  their  ranks,  so,  look  a  little  harder   around  and  one  might  just  find  their  bones decorating  this  godforsaken  place.

@frenziedhound​

[tidesborn-archived]

Continued From X

Obi was used to things being different here, the fighting was the thing that was most different to him. Few people were as skilled back in the States, as they were here, the bat clanging down was more of where his senses went, but not all of them. 

He was quiet but it’s hard to every stay truly silent when you would be moving about. Listening to the way the boot shifted up from the floor as Obi considered his options in the split second, breathing in he did a quick hop over the attempt to kick out Obi’s legs. 

As Obi landed he expected to land simply on the floor, but instead timed it just right, or wrong depending on who you ask, to land on Majima’s Ankle, Something Obi wanted to Apologize for, but felt as though it would defeat the purpose of this test. Tough Guys don’t apologize. He backed off of his ankle assuming his stance again, having an eerie sense of where Majima was, just listening for his breathing.  @frenziedhound