i love ur writing SOOO MUCH i love the thought u put into characters and the depth u give them and i love love love ur yasuko........... im so excited for when u finish & post livin in the future

WAHHH thank you anon! your kind words unlocked YASUKO excerpt

and uhhhhhh if you're a fan of yasuko just know that she gets to do uhhhh Significant thing in this story. not in this bit though

Saejima turns on Majima and his face is full of rage. When he speaks his words come out as a hiss through gritted teeth. “Sasai and Shimano clearly do not deserve the same loyalty—" he cuts himself off as Yasuko comes back, his face falling back into false neutrality. “Um.” Yasuko looks at them, unimpressed. “Is now an okay time or should I come back?” “It’s fine,” Majima says automatically. Yasuko comes over, and setting down the first aid things starts to dab at the blood on his face with a damp towel. Majima takes the proffered cup of water and downs the painkillers, wincing as he swallows. Saejima gets up and leaves. Too drained to fend off Yasuko’s attentions, Majima leans back and goes into a daze as she cleans his wounds. They sting, but not enough to bother him, really. After several minutes he tries blinking a few times and [spoilers]. He’s going to have to find a better way to make Shimano trust him. “If someone did this to me,” Yasuko says lightly, conversationally, taping a piece of gauze over the cut on his cheek, “You’d go out and make whoever did it pay.” “I signed up for this shit,” Majima says sharply, not liking where this is going. “Ain’t no comparison and you know it.” She sits back on her heels. “I’m tired—" she says, voice catching bitter on the syllables, “Of my family getting hurt.” “You always patch us up real good, what does it matter?” “I’m tired of patching you up,” she says, a dark and dangerous look in her eyes. “Shimano did this? Did you do something wrong?” “Don’t fucking eavesdrop on me,” Majima snaps, and her eyes narrow.

First time I've seen this scene in sub. Sub is better but I actually prefer English Ichiban's VA. I know the Japanese VA for Ichiban played Nishikiyama as well so I see why people prefer the sub to the English dub.

Hana is everything.

Dude I wanna play Lost Judgement but I don't own a PS5... Thanks to scalpers.

video game challenge -   pairings (1/?) ↳  goro majima + makoto makimura ♡ yakuza 0

“he is a keeper. he’s been through terrible things for my sake, yet he’s still trying to help me. if not for him, i’d never had made it this far…”

NOOO HE STOLE THE MELON

Yo is that Nishida?

fly like a beautiful butterfly .

*Spoilers for Yakuza 6: The Song of Life*

The English version of the game cut all Tatsuro Yamashita’s tracks due to copywrite issues apparently. I think by replacing “Soubou” with some lame English instrumental piece takes away from the end in general.  I think overall the English version suffers from this.  The ending is way less impactful in my opinion. I prefer the Japanese version for this scene.  It is more impactful and to me more enhanced by Yamashita’s work.  That is just me though.  I think the English version could have handled this scene better honestly. The song they used to replace it was rather bland and it is lacking.  I wish they could have kept the original Japanese music. It's a shame they had to take away music from an artist who has contributed so much to Japanese music.

After all, this is supposed to be the send off for Kiryu and his story… A final goodbye to our boy Kiryu Kazuma.  

If you are into City Pop you have probably heard of Yamashita and his music. He literally pioneered the genre!  I wonder what exactly made them remove it. I understand copywrite issues but could have there been a better solution? I am considering importing the Japanese version just due to that issue within the western version.  

I want to see his send off the way it was meant to be portrayed. I am super salty that they screwed over the English version in this way... Other scenes are impacted negatively too but I will not go into too deep of detail.  I already feel like I am spoiling enough as is.

Thanks for all the support guys! I didn't think this would get that much attention so I really appreciate it! 🖤

Yakuza 7 has such a good sound track dude! When I played certain boss battles I just was in disbelief.. "Receive You" and "Receive and Turn" were my favorites for sure!

For the occasion of Majima’s birthday, I present for your reading pleasure, the opening sequence of my 80k+, nearly-complete magnum opus: Livin in the Future

One morning Majima wakes up and before he even opens his eye, something is different. The taste of the air? The heat? The window is open - which is strange, because he had the air conditioning on last night - and the sounds of the street drift in much too clearly for a penthouse apartment. The early morning smog carries the strong flavour of petrol, making him wrinkle his nose against the way it grates on the slight pressure of a hangover headache. It’s an extra-pungent smell he isn’t used to; more like a clunky old car in the country than most of the sleek vehicles in Kamurocho. And, again, not something he should be smelling in this sort of ritzy apartment. He hopes it isn’t some kind of chemical leak. He’d hate to have to beat in the kneecaps of the utilities guys. He opens his eyes - his eyes - and the world around him is yellow: cracked ceiling, tiny apartment cast in sunlight coming through the ugly, fluttering curtain, beat-up transistor radio, empty bottles on the counter - and he recognizes the morning, like he recognizes the distinctive feeling of a punch to the gut from Saejima: intimately. It’s the morning of April 21st. Nineteen eighty-five. So Majima has had strange mornings before, but never like this. He slaps himself in the face really hard. And if the vividness of the smells and sights and his clarity of mind weren’t enough to prove that this isn’t some phantasm, some especially realistic dream or nightmare or trip or hallucination, the sting of the slap is. Enough to prove it. He jumps up from the section of the floor that is his bed, and adjusting to losing his depth perception was hard, but apparently adjusting to getting it back is going to be harder, because he misjudges something and winds up throwing himself across the room into the counter, knocking some shit off it with a resounding crash that sets drunken swearing coming up from the apartment below. “Shut the fuck up!” he shouts back on instinct, stomping on the floor. A muffled series of bangs comes in response before the downstairs neighbour concludes the ritual by going back to sleep. ‘Grumble-san,’ Saejima used to call him. They never bothered learning his real name. They did a lot of shit wrong, Majima realizes. A lot of things that he would change if he could. It’s the morning of April 21st, 1985, and Majima has two eyes and Saejima isn’t in jail yet. Just like that, suddenly Majima is shaking. There is so little time to fix things. A few hours. His breath stops, while his heart flutters like a trapped butterfly. The feeling is something between frenzied hope and outright panic. He’s not used to getting second chances. He wants to stagger upright and sprint to Saejima’s house in his underwear and shake him like a puppy and spit at him and bite him until he understands, until he agrees to just fucking run away from all this and go be hermits in the woods or something, anything, because they can avoid all the heartache, all the torture and years of suffering and loneliness, mend the void between them before it ever existed, they can make things right- Except Saejima would never do that. He’s so young and fiery and stubborn, he’s just a kid with so much growing up to do. He would rather die than run away. And things haven’t been great between them lately anyway (1985 lately, same as in the present), and Majima has been more unstable than usual so Saejima will just think he’s had another break with reality like the night with the kitchen knife, and Saejima will just stick him somewhere he can’t hurt himself (with Shimano? No, Sasai?) and do the fucking job alone. And they’ll be back where they started. He needs to be smart. Majima sits down hard on the ground before his legs can collapse under him, bracing his hands against the grimy linoleum. His stomach grumbles and he looks down and - was he really ever this skinny before the hole? But he had so few scars? You fucking baby, he wants to say to his past self, you’re so lucky and so cocky and so naïve. But then - not as lucky as he had remembered. He crawls to the tiny beer fridge and opens it to reveal - beer. How revolutionary. A few sad-looking, dirt cheap cans of the stuff sit on the moldy shelf. He can remember the flavour like it was yesterday. (It was yesterday, for his tongue. The strongest, cheapest beer available, and watermelon.) No food anywhere in the apartment, if he recalls correctly, so he cracks open a can and takes a gulp, almost spluttering at the taste. Get a grip, old man, he thinks. You’re that used to the ritzy shit that you can’t handle a little convenience store drain water? It’s disgusting, but it’s the best thing he’s tasted in years. Because there across from him, hanging like a spectre from the curtain rod, is the black suit, carefully cleaned and pressed and set out for the day’s events. Majima crawls over to the radio and turns it on with a spurt of static, and he has a plan.

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Yakuza 7 has such a good sound track dude! When I played certain boss battles I just was in disbelief.. "Receive You" and "Receive and Turn" were my favorites for sure!

it’s goro chans birthday today!!\

[ID: A digital illustration of Makoto Makimura and Goro Majima from Yakuza. Both of them are sitting near a dark kotatsu, with Majima sitting on the right, and makoto on the left. On the kotatsu is a off-white cake with a baseball, baseball bat, and grey snake on the top of it as decoration. It also has a couple of birthday party crackers, both set off high. Majima is wearing an oversized white graphic tee with Ono Michio’s head. He’s lifting up a second eyepatch from his right eye, and looking at the cake with astonishment. Makoto is leaning on kotatsu with  her head in her hands, and is looking at Majima lovingly, one eye opened. There are subtle gray streaks in her hair. Above the drawing is a small string of white text reading “happy birthday Majima! 2021, 05-14 in cursive. END ID]

saw some hideous pants on pinterest, immediately rushed to make this