#majima x nishitani

[passports-pls]

Nishitani would be so proud of current majima

[coatfullofclowns]

Anyway, Goromi and Tani <3

[3fingersbreak]

you're makin' me fall in love all over again...

[ryokanoon]

«𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓘’𝓶 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽»

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sketches and some thoughts⬇️

thinking about 80s goromi in dark dress and with that clichéd thingy on her hip(leg idk) with tanto.... yeah, that's how I ended up with this art.

(that art method is kinda funny to use though)

OH! and here some random sketches with nishitani and goromi

[zzkassfrzz]

More old art

[buttsmgutts]

[stinkyman-04]

Nishitani Fic Ideas by Stinky (yours truly)

This was originally going to be an ask, but it ended up being so long (sorry!!) 😅 and in case anyone else needs ideas, maybe they’ll stumble upon this post too.

Of course, there’s no obligation to use any of these, I just wanted to help get some creative juices flowing!

If you're comfortable with Y0 Majima x Nishitani, then:

Nishitani takes Majima on a nice dinner date (Majima thinks it's a trap the whole time); Majima gets spoiled

Nishitani dares Majima to crossdress; Majima does it, but he looks way too good for it to be his first time; wholesome Y0 Goromi coming out moment where Nishitani actually respects Goromi and treats her like a proper lady (still is an annoying shit to regular Majima tho Imfao)

Nishitani takes Goromi on a fancy date; Goromi gets spoiled

Nishitani tries to grope Goromi, so she tries to stab him; unfortunately, Nishitani is into that anyway

Nishitani tells Sagawa to ease up on Majima

Majima suggests going to the arcade; Nishitani sucks at UFO catcher (imagine that episode of SpongeBob where squidward wants to get that one plushie from the claw machine, except it’s Nishitani and a Bunchan)

Platonic, both being bisexual legends and bonding over it; Goromi coming out but also platonic

For post-Y0, pre-Y1 (everybody lives AU) Nishitani x Majima:

Nishitani meets the Mad Dog and falls in love all over again (they fight and then go out for lunch)

Nishitani meets new Goromi and falls in love all over again (Goromi tries to fight him, but Nishitani ain't an asshole who hits ladies; they go out for lunch, Nishitani may or may not have a black eye)

Platonic, they just hang out and chat (and maybe fight)

If you're more comfortable with Nishitani x Reader, then (I'm a guy, so imma try to keep this gender neutral lol but use whatever gender ya want; these could also work for Nishitani x Majima tbh):

Dinner date, movie date, etc.

Sugar daddy Nishitani >:)

Nishitani w a dominant reader (bonus points if they are considerably shorter than him)

They both go into a adult shop (not necessarily smut, could just be suggestive)

Nishitani beats the shit out of someone who was being mean to reader

Platonic, reader tells him that they are gay/ lesbian/bi/trans; wholesome bonding

May or may not be platonic, Nishitani and reader go clothes shopping

Here are just some random ideas and thoughts:

He's totally done drugs at least once

Nishitani likes cats

Despite being so eccentric, once he's back home, he's like an old man

Him and Sagawa hang out and chat for a little

Modern-day Nishitani AU (he's alive now, but the same age as Y0; or even the same age as Majima if ya wanna get complicated lol)

Who should my next fanfic (not headcanons) be about?

Also my requests are open for any fanfic prompts you may have

[missfingers]

THANK YOU FOR MY BUBBIES @cupiidzbow THEYRE SO SQUISHY!!!!!!!

[canthaveshitinkamurocho]

Evening was falling on Yashikimichi. The soft light of lanterns poured out onto the dirt streets from the inside of an izakaya, accompanied by the obnoxious chattering of men.

Okita Soji, captain of the shinsengumi's first division, sat at a table surrounded by a handful of his crew. Unfortunately for the rest of the patrons, he had decided to treat his boys to a night of drinking. They had a way of making their outings everyone's problem.

One of the shinsengumi members poured himself the very last sip of sake from a tokkuri. He looked up at his eyepatched captain, who sat across from him. “Ey, boss. We ran outta booze.”

Okita, flushed from the alcohol they’d been having, scowled at him. “Then get some more. I look like a servant to you or somethin'?” 

“N-no-! Sorry, boss.” 

One of the establishment’s bussers passed by the table. The underling took the opportunity to shout at him. “Hey, you! Make yourself useful and get us more sake! Make it snappy!”

The young busser stopped dead in his tracks, turning to address the underling with a quiet voice. “Uh, right away....”

A lone, visibly drunk man sat nearby, gulping down a drink. He slammed the cup on the table under him, craning his neck towards the noisy cluster of samurai. “Can ya shut the fuck up? Yer annoyin’ ass voice is gonna give me a damn headache.”

The izakaya went silent, and the subordinate’s attention snapped from the busser to the man. “Huh? The hell you just say, bastard?!”

“Yer ears fuckin’ clogged or something?” 

"Tch! This guy…" The underling stomped over to the man’s table, baring his teeth. "Better apologize before you regret that."

"Apologize for what?"

"That big mouth of yours, that's what. You even know who we are?!"

"I know who ya are. Don't really give a shit, though."

Onlookers let out simultaneous, audible gasps. “This guy is seriously screwed…”

Instead of focusing on his subordinate, Okita’s eye fell on the man, intrigued. The stranger was wearing a ridiculous fuchsia hakamashita. His hair was held up in a half-ponytail; the hair underneath the ponytail was short, only reaching under his ears. He seemed as eccentric as he was shameless.

The underling took him by his hakamashita, lifting him up to his feet. 

The man’s calloused hands shot up to the other's wrists, trying to shake him off. “Get yer paws offa me-”

"You insolent-!"

"Let him go." Okita got on his feet, making his way over to the two. 

"But, boss-"

"Shut it and let him go."

The subordinate took one last glance at the man he was holding and grunted, letting him go with a shove. The man stumbled back but managed to stay up, giving Okita a curious look.

Soji approached him with a palm on the hilt of his katana, tucked away on his hip. "You. Who are you?"

"Not really any of yer business."

Soji tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "Ya won’t even tell me your name?"

"Hmm… Yer Okita Soji, aintcha? You can try an' beat it outta me if ya'd like." The man’s frown turned into a mischievous grin. Surprisingly, it didn't piss Okita off, at least not completely.

"You know me, then."

"Course I do. Yer face is as pretty as the rumors say." The stranger eyed him up, slicking back his dark hair. The close distance allowed the captain to see that his bangs, which were parted down the middle, were somewhat overgrown, and his oval face was freckled. His mouth was surrounded by a circle beard, much like his own.

"Hah." Okita shook his head, his lips threatening to curl up into a smirk. "Butter me up all you want. Can't have ya disrespectin' my boys." His left hand motioned towards his sheathed weapon.

"It's gonna be like that, eh? Fine by me." The one in fuchsia chuckled, taking one last mouthful of sake before picking up his own katana from the ground. The two strolled out of the izakaya, the unknown man leading the way. 

They were followed by Okita’s flock and a couple of drinkers waiting to get free entertainment. Not that it would last long, but who’d pass up the opportunity to see one of the top dogs of the shinsengumi in action?

The captain and the stranger took their positions across from each other, keeping their distance.

Okita's right hand wrapped around his katana. "You pick fights like this often?"

The man’s hand went to his own sword as well, his fingers fondling the hilt excitedly. "Nah. Just don't like dipshits tellin' me what to do."

Their stares were intense enough to burn holes into one another. A mixture of drinks and emotion made their faces hot; beads of sweat were already accumulating on their foreheads even though no one had made a move yet. 

Okita raised his weapon, setting the end of the hilt on the center of his left hand; the signature stance of the Tennen Rishin style. He could see a hint of confusion in the man’s face, as if he didn’t recognize the technique. Mistaking the confusion for apprehension, he attacked first, running forwards and slashing diagonally.

The man, having seen Okita coming ahead of time, blocked the captain’s blade, shoving it away. He smiled, a wild glint coming to life in his eyes. He thrust his katana forward three times, each one quickly dodged by Okita. It was an uncoordinated, messy move, but it could've done damage if one wasn't paying attention. 

Okita ran in the man's direction again, ready to bring his sword down on him. The unnamed swordsman took him by surprise, stepping to the side. Soji had to swerve his entire body to avoid falling on his katana, which was coming right at him.

Their swords kept clashing over and over for nearly 10 whole minutes, neither one able to outdo the other. Although the swordsman's odd fighting style was highly unpredictable, Okita's trained eye helped him avoid making any major mistakes. 

A small crowd had come together to watch the duel. The closest they'd gotten to seeing blood was a couple of cuts. The pair were getting tired, both of them breathing laboriously and dripping with sweat.

The swordsman stood still, holding his katana with both hands as if he were going to say something. Okita tackled him to the ground before he could, making the man drop his weapon. He pointed the tip of his sword at the man's face.

The man simpered, looking up at Okita. "Not one to play clean, eh?"

"Never said I would." 

"Seems like a stalemate to me."

The captain furrowed his brows, feeling something jab him in the gut. A gun.

Okita took a breath, their gazes at each other unbreaking. A thin drop of blood fell from his katana onto the man’s face, leaving a crimson splatter on his tanned cheek. This was the first time anyone had managed to back him into a wall since completing his training. His eye twitched, and the cool breeze sparked something within him, something dormant; he realized this was the best fight he'd had in a while.

"You're smarter than you look, old man."

His nameless opponent laughed. "Old man? Damn. Stings harder than yer blade."  Although he was worn out, the glimmer in his eyes didn't go away. "Only idiots carry a single weapon around."

Okita's group gaped at each other in amazement, and the crowd marveled on.

The captain smirked. "... Truce?"

"Truce."

Okita got off the swordsman and put his weapon away. The swordsman stood back up, not bothering to wipe the dirt from his clothes or the blood from his cheek.

The crowd watched the pair in amazement; someone managed to walk away from Okita Soji with their head still on their neck.

His band of men mumbled to each other indignantly. One of them stepped forward, fists clenched, “You can't just let him leave like that…!"

"I can't? Who decides that, huh?" Okita glared, sauntering towards the group. 

"Um…" His lackey hung his head in response, taking a few steps backwards.

"Thought so. Get back inside. We're not done drinkin', right?" 

"Yes, sir…"

With that, the cluster of shinsengumi headed back inside. Seeing them leave, the crowd also started to dissipate, leaving the captain and the swordsman behind.

The stranger turned to leave, speaking up without looking at Okita. "The name's Nagatani Hisamoto, by the way."

"Ah. Didn't think you'd actually tell me."

"I'm a man of my word. I think this fight needsa rematch, Okita-chan. See ya 'round."

Okita scoffed, making his way into the bar. "You didn't even pay for your drinks."

"Oops, guess I forgot." Nagatani ambled out of sight, rounding a corner leading farther into Yashikimichi.  

Something told Okita this wouldn't be the last time he’d see that guy.

[pouralaura]

wip weekend

been a while! still have a handful of raphtav WIPs in the works, but I've been neck-deep in yakuza lately and am trying my hand at some Freak Shit for my favorite Sicko Guys

this is zipper don't work (working title); y0 majima/goromi x nishitani

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“Yer girls are all angels, Majima-kun,” Nishitani drawls. “Scrumptious lil’ delights, every last one.”

Majima waits for him to finish his thought, already wary of what he's about to say.

“But I’d trade ‘em all for an hour with their manager.” He laughs, breathless and abrupt. Majima doesn't quite wince.

But then Nishitani is close; so very close, looming over Majima’s left shoulder. So close that if Majima turned they'd be sharing the same breath, and it's more intimate somehow than if they were touching directly.

“You could be my gal, Majima-kun.” Nishitani’s voice is low and jolly and rumbling, just a hair’s breadth away from the cadence of a lecherous slurring drunk, colored with the blood dripping from his nose and skirting along the edge of madness. “Lemme buy you shit, knock my goddamn lights out. Anything ya want, huh?”

“The fuck you talkin’ –” Majima starts to snarl, but the older man hums mirthfully, smothering the hot simmer of irritation in his throat before it gets too frothy. He hates the way it feels to earn that reaction – disarming as all hell, warm, nauseating. Clenches his jaw; unclenches it again. This guy’s a freak.

“Slip inta somethin’ pretty, lemme take ya ‘round the city. Beat the shit outta anybody who gets in our way.” He cackles like a witch outta some fairy tale, and Majima feels a hot, lingering touch skate up the dip of his waist–

Then Nishitani’s on the ground on his back, a surprised huuunf leaving his lungs at the sudden impact. Strangely unguarded, like he’d been expecting the throw and allowed it to happen anyway. The sickening crack of his skull against the shiny floor rings in Majima’s ears as he lets go of the patriarch’s arm and straightens back up, towering over his lanky figure.

He doesn’t think he’s imagining the increased tightness of those burgundy suit pants. Not surprising at this point, but still so fuckin’ shameless.

“If I pay ya now for it, can I get tomorrow night too? Give the girlies the night off.”

Majima sighs. Rests a fuckin’ boot on Nishitani’s chest, just to get a rise outta him – and it does; he croons his obscene delight, stomach-turning and shameless and utterly validating.

“An’ then we’ll talk?”

“Like I said, babe. Anything ya want.”

[coatfullofclowns]

Normal activities. Nothing weird going on here

[3fingersbreak]

different circumstances

"we met with a reason to beat on each other. how you gonna go and improve on that?"

[majimasleftasscheek]

Yo I really love your comics 👍

I know you've built a fort on the kazumaji hill but I was wondering your thoughts on nishitani x majima

I think it's p interesting, in the same way you could find a random hole in a wall that says "grab what's inside :)" and you tentatively stick your hand in there just to see what happens kldfskjlfd

I'm pretty indifferent to nishitani as a character but! I do enjoy the dynamic of 'make this person worse' in regards to getting majima into his current self and the two of them going absolutely apeshit together. especially if goromi's involved because I think nishitani would make for a great brat type of dynamic, that being wrangled by someone who's not taking his shit 👌

also love the vibe of majima existing in misery, wanting to die while nishitani's like 🤪 getting someone to break out of their funk is a trope I love 💖

[mandrakebrew]

Whumptober Day 31: Asking For Help

Pairing: Sh.ishido x Palmer Words: 502 Rating: G Content Warning: oc x canon

Masterpost 🦁 Whumptober Post

Summary: Sh.ishido wakes from a nightmare and can't fall back asleep.

Shishido only managed a few hours of sleep before he awoke from a nightmare. Shaking and covered in sweat. He was alone, in a hallway on a couch in Yamai’s hideout. Palmer, his ex, had managed to get him away from The Daidoji and away from Nishitani.

How embarrassing, them of all people, helping him.

Head in his hands, he sat on the couch, trying to collect himself. Calm down enough so he could get some sleep. Images and sounds from his dream spinning around in his mind.

“Can’t sleep?”

He looks up from his hands, and sees Palmer. He sees their eyebrows raise ever so slightly when he does. Whatever they’re thinking, they don’t voice it.

“Nah,” he answers. He folds his hands together, to try to get them to stop shaking.

Palmer doesn’t respond right away.

Eventually though, they speak. “I was just heading to get some water, I’ll leave you be.”

Shishido watches as they walk past him and down the hallway a bit. “Hey, wait,” He says.

They turn, and wait for him to continue.

“Can we… Talk for a bit?”

Palmer’s brow furrows, but they walk back over and sit beside him. “What’s up?”

Maybe it was the nightmare, maybe it was the fact he hadn’t been getting much sleep in general lately, or maybe his most recent time as a slave wore him down, but he broke. “I just need to talk for a little while.”

“Are you okay? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a reason for that.”

They don’t respond to that. Instead, they’re silent for a moment before they say, “I got to see a guy get eaten by a shark in Hawaii.”

He gawks at that. “Seriously?”

“Yup. He was trying to kill us while we trying to get back to Japan. He tried speeding away on a jet ski but the shark fucking launched up and got him.”

“Damn.” He laughed a little at that.

Shishido listened to them talk for a while, they were good at coming up with random stories and things to infodump about. It reminds him of how things used to be. He remembers how they slowly opened up to him, letting the persona they inherited from their mentor, Majima, fall. They weren’t a violence loving thrill seeker. Instead, they were a dork who enjoyed video games and other nerdy stuff.

He also remembers that he never let them see who he really was.

Eventually, he let out a yawn.

“Feeling better?” Palmer asked.

He nodded, he did, in fact. His mind was no longer spiraling, and laying down was starting to have an appeal again.

“Okay, well I should get my water and head to bed myself. Goodnight, Kosei.”

“Night.”

Palmer got up, but stopped in front of him, “Hey, let me know if you need anything else. Alright?”

He turned away from them, not answering. As he listened to Palmer walk away down the hall, he laid down on the couch again.

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[shimano-futoshi]

maybe i missed a metamano post amidst all the shiposts (shimano posts) but do u have a theory for why shimano was killed off in 1?

It's not like he has an irl actor face claim, i don't think? he's a great character visually + story-wise, it seems a waste. the one reason i could see (besides canon writing go brrrrr) is that he's a product of a period that's no longer around in later games, but even then it would be fun to see him adapt (or fail).

No, no, not metamano missed. I've never had a theory about why he was killed off. Like, any real theory at least. My thought is that, like, Yakuza 1 wasn't thought of to be a start of a franchise. It was, originally, a one-off. I think its popularity was a surprise, and that's why there really wasn't much continuation between Y1 and Y2. Sure Terada came back as a Secret Korean(TM) but come on, really? Like, great! Y'know? When there's precedent for success there's gonna be more chance of a sorta continous plot. But, since there wasn't with Y1, well, there wasn't. Sure, Y0 helped a lil', but you can't do much with "That guy who dies at the end of the sequel" because you wanna focus on Majima more. How he came to be. (Even if I feel that, even then, like, come on. You can do better than that! Why did they have to include Nishitani man!!!!!!!!!!!!) You get me? Like. The Yakuza series has never been the bastion of Look! Context! But I wish it was. That's what I appreciate in a story. A continuation, really. You're right. The period is gone. Like, literally. It's forgotten. Every game has the same problem. It's kinda just like. Yakuza 1+(X). I would've loved to see him in later games. Adapt, fail, or anything in between! Just something to provide fan fave majima with a bit more context other than He Kinda Mad Tho!

[jasminelyoko57]

Runes - Sotenbori side - (Yakuza X Madoka Magica AU)

Ah... how long I've been in hiatus for this AU???? Well, nvm, at least I'M BACK! HEHEHEHE! I missed doing this very much :D

I've been thinking since magical girls (and boys) have runes, so I decided to drop YKZ 0's Sotenbori magic characters' names in runes!

MAJIMA GORO (weapon: tantō)

MAKIMURA MAKOTO (weapon: ribbon baton)

NISHITANI HOMARE (weapon: whip | tantō)

YUKI (weapon: giant boomerang)

The runes (generator) are from HERE! And, here are their Soul Gems, as well as their younger form!