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Makishima Yuusuke (Yowamushi Pedal) RP blog - I take no credits for the art, please read the rules, thank you ♡

[dandancchi]

sketching the spider boy in spider lingerie :^) 

[kumomakishima]

Lace | Bōsōzoku!AU

@saikurisuto (tadokorocchi)

It had been easier to be around Tadokoro ever since he swapped gangs; being on the same team was not only more efficient but also saved the trouble from going into unknown territory only to get caught red-handed -- that was the kind of social interaction the green-haired semi-British could go without to be honest. 

“You’re not allowed to open your eyes yet, Tadokorocchi...” The lanky, slim male scolded, when his counterpart became impatient. It was true -- he had a thing for the gravure magazines, but not in a sexual sense. If anything, they were a good inspiration to get his hands on unique looking lingerie. Ever since he had been getting along a lot more with Jin, he let his hair grow out, making himself seem not only androgynous but with his slim body, he could pass as a very flat woman, too. Perhaps it was his odd way to please the man’s desires -- honestly, he wasn’t even sure if Tadokoro was in for their relationship because of the man’s androgynous looks or because he actually did not mind the whole homosexual part. 

Either way, this was -- again -- a strike to make the other feel as comfortable as Yuusuke possibly could. 

Once he changed into the lingerie and his actual clothing was spread all over the messy floor, he fixed his hair to have it partially cover his shoulders, moving closer to the man’s bed. 

Everything was green on green: green, lacey thigh-highs in the pattern of spider-webs, a green corset with more spider-web theme spread across, though the bust part surely looked a little too big on Makishima (it didn’t matter, even if he picked the smallest sizes, he was still a man without any boobs, so that’s that), and a very tight fit of a thong that was semi-see-through (again, more spider web theme on the lace, too). 

Looking sideways bashfully, he did not like being presented on a silver platter like that, but it was in order to please the Grizzly after all. “You can open them now, sho...” The lanky male retorted with the usual cracking in his voice, anxiety audible as he was not sure how his counterpart was going to react...

[kumomakishima]

Kinky-Pervy

@saikurisuto (kinjou)

“Ha--?!” 

Jumping on the spot when he noticed his fellow first year actually standing behind him and watching him fumble for something in his bag; it surely was something else to bring gravure magazines to school, but Makishima just loved to be labelled ‘disgusting’ -- anything to uphold his standards, really. But nonetheless, it caught him off-guard when that bespectacled boy was practically standing there like an excited puppy, ready for some social interaction and chit-chat, when Yuusuke really was the worst at these. Sure... it was good practice... but did he really need to?!

“Don’t creep up on me like that, sho...” The boy whined as he stood up tall again, trying to stuff his magazines into the bag clumsily (as if he was anyone to scold people about creeping up on anyone, he was the epitome of a capital creep, right?!), though instead, one of the magazines slid out when he pulled out his arm from his bag and flapped right in front of Shingo’s feet.

‘やばい’

[kumomakishima]

花吐き病

@saikurisuto (kanzaki)

Training had been -- as usually -- pretty mediocre. Makishima wasn’t even sure why he was going there most of the time, for all he heard about was that his climbing style was odd and that he had to work on basics. Surely, he had to respect his senpais and all, but he wasn’t so sure if he could proceed respecting people who didn’t give two flying fucks about his opinions. 

Let alone his fellow first years! Kinjou was alright, he seemed overly eager about anything and everything and Yuusuke wasn’t sure how to deal with so much positivity -- it could get irritating at times. And he really didn’t want to mention that Tadokoro... he was still under the impression that the two of them would never ever(!) get along, no matter if they were the last humans walking this planet. He seemed to be idolising Kinjou and people who had to look at others in order to get somewhere seemed weak to him. If anything, he was ‘idolising’ himself, even though that may have been the wrong phrasing ---- he just wanted to be Makishima Yuusuke, no need to try his hardest to act as someone else.

When he got ready and grabbed his bag, he looked over to their future-captain, Kanzaki. He was an odd goofball -- he was always attentive and paying a little too much attention towards the green-haired male; perhaps it was some old-brother-thing, after all he had a younger sister... so maybe he was just looking out to those younger than him. As much as he was against idolising people, he couldn’t help but be a little more curious about Tooji than he probably should be. 

And if it wasn’t embarrassing enough for him already, the man turned around and looked at him dead in the eyes, therefore noticing that he had been ogling at him for some time now. Nervously, he turned his head and turned on his heel; he really wanted to ask to spend more time with his senpai ---- he seemed to always know what was going on inside of Yuusuke’s head and not judging him for any of it, not making fun of him for being different than everyone else, or call him gross. But he was just not the out-spoken type of person to just go up to someone and be like ‘hey, let’s spend time together?!’ ---- if it wasn’t for the feeling of being out of place, it was also because he hated the sound of his voice whenever he was talking Japanese.

[kumomakishima]

Papa Bear & Spider Mom | Bōsōzoku!AU

@saikurisuto (tadokorocchi)

The whole change was almost too much for Makishima’s heart; he really was no good with getting to know new people -- and the base was just full of unfamiliar faces and such. It was a huge step-up from Mad Wonderland to Wild Fangs -- the 2nd largest gang in their city, and yet here he was. Naruko made sure to not have him be welcomed by masses of men ---- he wouldn’t know what to say and would end up speaking English and leave everyone clueless. But that was not the thing he had on mind right now. The only thing he thought about was big ol’Tadokorocchi.

It was still a secret though -- no Wild Fangs member other than the leader himself had a clue of who was going to join them as of today. Surely, Shoukichi made it known that someone was going to be added to their team, but Yuusuke insisted that nobody would know. And all because he wanted to surprise the big guy with a familiar face, really. Despite their rough patches in the past, he always appreciated Jin’s honesty and advice, his passion and ability to voice just about anything that was on his mind. He was envious at first, but soon embraced it and attempted to be a little more like him and a little less intimidated about everything.

While he was stepping into base, he inhaled deeply, exhaled then and looked over to the redhead. “Sure feels like your first day at school after summer vacations, sho...” He teased, moving over to lurk around for the rooms -- even when he was not even assigned a room himself just yet, he was looking around to see if he could meet him. And it was quite evident by the decoration on the front door -- ‘Don’t poke the bear!’ someone wrote on the man’s door, though it more looked like graffiti. Makishima wouldn’t be surprised if he did that himself to fend off any nosy person to just snoop around. But then again, the green-haired male was not taken aback so easily.

Opening the door to the man’s room, he merely peeked inside, gave a coy little wave when he saw his counterpart.

[kumomakishima]

Part Ways | Bōsōzoku!AU

@saikurisuto (teshima)

Sticking up for someone else’s mistake sure sucked. It was always Imaizumi he had to carry -- always Imaizumi’s faux-pas he had to excuse in front of the boss. All the while, the rookie was trying to kiss up Teshima’s ass and become the new boss. Honestly, if that were to happen, Yuusuke might as well leave. Just fuck off. That’s something he had been thinking about for quite some time -- even talking to Naruko about it, exchanging his feelings about it. There was no freedom in this gang. It was almost a tyranny underneath the Mad Hatter. And Makishima really was not terrified, he just did not like being put into a cage. 

Listening to the man’s words about Shunsuke and how things had to improve and such, the green-haired male interfered then.

“If you’ve got so many things to improve on the rookie, why not tell him yourself, sho?” 

Surely, that was daring -- but he was losing his patience, surely but steadily. It was one thing to strip him down of any dignity, all the while he wanted to be called the GREEN TARANTULA, he was refused and had to accept the name CHESHIRE CAT -- simply because his smile was oh-so terrifying to anyone who had to witness it. And because they had a theme going on here. Which was fine by him, really -- but it certainly was not  his job to babysit Shunsuke. It was his job to be a criminal. 

[kumomakishima]

Impossible Friends

@saikurisuto (tadokoro)

He had imagined high school to mean a little more freedom and a little less worries. The lanky teen remembered the night before his first day in spring at Souhoku -- the thoughts of joining the bicycle team and such, it was bewildering and so exciting! If anything, he’d say that he even felt happy. 

But all came crashing down within the first day of high school and only got worse and worse with each and every day he had to drag himself there and to the club. 

“What’s with that hair?” -- “Walk straight!” -- “Why do you write so sloppy?” -- “What’s that climbing? You really need to learn the basics”

He even talked to his mother to go to England to his big brother after all and go to school there; his English was fluent enough to drop in here and there when he meant to talk Japanese to fellow students, so that was no big deal. But she was the opinion that he had to stop running away from issues and rather face them. That surely was an issue, she was right. But he so, so hated to say that she was right about it. Facing issues... it sounded wild, really?! To actually tell people what he was thinking? Wasn’t he supposed to say ‘Please’, ‘Thank you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ instead? Japanese society was something else, he really felt like a stranger despite being born and raised here.

While he was walking up the stairs in school, he was lost in his thoughts, at the very top of the stairs he almost bumped into someone, muttering ‘I’m sorry’ as he glanced over to recognise that it was that one guy from the bicycle team. Ta... Tata... huh, no, the name would just not come to his mind. All he knew was that the guy was idolising Kinjou like a God and it was making him uncomfortable even more so.

If anything, he couldn’t imagine becoming friends with that loudmouth. But he had to be polite after all...

While he tried to avoid the man’s walking, it seemed as if while he was moving right, the other moved right too, when he moved left, so would that dark-haired male. Annoying... so annoying... “Excuse me... e... excuse me--” Apologising over apologising, social interactions were the worst for him, he heard his voice crack over the fact that he spoke Japanese instead of English, and it made him sound like a goat. Being overly-polite was so unnecessary, but all the while they were having an awkward tango at the top of the stairs, he really didn’t know how else to handle the moment, thus standing still in hopes that the other would just walk past him. 

[kumomakishima]

“How do you know so much about monsters?”

“Figuratively speaking or hand-on-heart-or-hope-to-die-honestly?” 

As much as he avoided to look at the rookie, he turned to look at him then, puffing out the smoke of his cigarette before he tossed it to the ground and stepped on it.

“You see some grotesque shit out there on the streets if you’ve been with gangs for a long period of time, sho. Someone once said... in order to get inside a monster’s head, understand it and be able to work against it, you’ve got to become one yourself. So, survival of the fittest requires to have a little bit of insight of the worst out there, don’t you think? Surely, it’s macabre at first. But eventually, you’ll get used to it. That is, unless you really want to get stabbed to death, heh...”

Shrugging then, he approached the other, putting one hand onto his shoulder and squeezing some. “And that’s why I’ve got a problem with you. You’re not in for it 100 %. You don’t commit. You play games, you think you’re the hottest shit, but you’re just shitty. You may impress a little nerdy college boy with your leather jacket and your haughty sadistic comments, but you won’t impress me with the little effort you put into your work. Kissing up your boss’s ass will only get you this far, Imaizumi-kun. Maybe instead of puckering up, you should get your hands dirty and actually put out some work. Or just quit. ‘Cause half-assed bullshit behaviour really makes me sick, sho...”

[kumomakishima]

“I guess I’ve just never been a trustworthy person.”

If there was one thing Makishima was really... really bad at, it was handling emotional troubles of himself and others. He could be a sponge, really, taking in all the misery someone had, listening and such ---- but to give out advice? Him? That was a little too much to ask for. Usually, he was the type of person who would grab a broom and brush it over someone’s back because of how awkward he felt when someone was crying or breaking down or such. But even now, he just... didn’t know how to handle the situation.

So, it was about -- what’s her name -- Onoda-chan, right. That idol. Clearly, his boss was more than head-over-heels for her, clearly, he should ask her out. Key word being ‘should’. And yet, here he was, drinking over the fact that he was not able to ask her out yet again. Despite how many times she had been there, even sleeping over and whatnot, he was just... dare he say, terrified to ask her? Perhaps the pressure of her being an idol hit him too hard after all, huh? 

“I wouldn’t say not trustworthy... even if, uh... you may feel like you can’t trust yourself anymore...” Shoukichi kept saying that he was scared of nothing and nobody ---- yet, he was scared of asking out a cute girl who happened to be famous. To question his mentality at such a point was reasonable, yes, but... perhaps a little exaggerated, too. “Is it scary to ask her out? Like... are you scared of her producer more so than of her reaction? ‘Cause, if you ask me boss, I don’t think she’d say no... she wouldn’t practically glue on you all the time if she didn’t at least like you a tiny bit, sho...” 

Yuusuke felt not like he was in any position to give out love-doctor-lectures ---- he couldn’t even keep friendships up, let alone relationships...

[kumomakishima]

“I told you to leave, but you didn’t. I gave you the chance!”

“Lookit... I just really wanted to apologise, okay? So, keep your hands to yourself this time and don’t slap me again. I don’t really like getting physical. At least not like that, sho.” The sheepish grin at the end and the way he tended his head along with the weird way his voice pitched a bit to hold back a chuckle, it was obvious that he was making some implications there --- but only to make the other less angry!!! It was Yuusuke’s... rather weird and odd way of making light of a situation. When in doubt, make sexual comments, right?!

“See... I am sorry for not being honest with you. And I am sorry for putting you in a weird situation with The Lone Wolves and whatnot... I had my orders. I had my tasks. And I did what I did -- no turning back. But I’d like to move forward instead of backwards, you know, Jinpachi?!” Stepping closer finally, he hoped that the other would not get physical this time and smack him again. 

“I understand, if you don’t want to see me ever again. I will respect that. But I really want you to accept my apology at least... I am a bad guy, I know, but...” -- ‘I feel bad? I want to make up for it? I am not used to making life harder for those who don’t deserve it?! Ugh...’ -- “URGH, lookit!!! I just... I am really bad at this, sho...” He whined at the end, bowing down before the smaller. “I am just honestly sorry. That’s all.”

[kumomakishima]

“What happened to you?!”

“Had a bad day, sho…” 

As he stood at the door frame of the base, he closed the door with his foot trying to get the mess of hair intact somehow, while avoiding the other to take a look at him; it was embarrassing, really. Usually, if he was bruised up from head to toe, there was nothing making him feel small and ashamed, but this was… different.

The only thing that was noticeable was the swollen cheek, reddened, a clear hand print visible, too. He had been slapped across his face, obviously. And the deeper story was – even more embarrassing so – that he meant to go back to the Toudou Hot Springs Inn and apologise to Jinpachi for troubling him so much with Arakita and the Lone Wolves. Business was business, and he wasn’t so sure if the guys got over themselves and would still go there; he didn’t mean to cause any trouble financially to the inn, really, so he thought it would be the honest thing to do and say that he was sorry about the inconvenience.

Jinpachi, however… didn’t really enjoy seeing the Green Tarantula at his door step. Understandably so. But to slap him across his face like some fed-up girlfriend would – that was a new one for Makishima (mostly because he didn’t really have girlfriends in the first place). 

Walking over to the fridge at their ‘bar’, he moved to open the freezer part and grabbed a few ice cubes, packed them into a glass, pouring himself some whiskey in it before he took a seat at a bar stool, pressing the cold glass against his swollen cheek. 

[kumomakishima]

“So? Aren’t you going to say something?”

“And, what exactly are you expecting me to say, sho?” 

Slightly annoyed already by simply seeing that man’s face -- let alone, being talked to -- he could’ve gone without any interaction, but of course, that rookie felt as if he had some ‘unfinished business’ with his ex-fellow gang mate; when there was really nothing to do. The only unfinished business Makishima ever had with him was spilling the beans about how he felt about this guy ---- but then again, it was not exactly his etiquette to do such a thing. Best thing to do was to keep a neutral emotional level with anyone from other gangs -- especially when they used to be in the same gang as him! But maybe -- just maybe -- the know-it-all was pushing a little too hard a little too much.

“Are you so curious to know why I left for the Wild Fangs, really? Man, oh man... I really don’t get you...”

[kumomakishima]

“Please, help me. I’m hurt.”

The last thing he expected to find was a familiar face when he was walking down the street at night ---- mostly after scaring off some shady guys (probably Fighting Dogs or something, these were really the filthiest); the headband, really?!

Kneeling down, he checked him up quickly, only finding bruises and no open stab wounds -- it didn’t help that he felt rather... uneasy. It was one thing getting injured himself, or seeing his gang mates taking a beating from others -- but a regular guy who had nothing to do with these kinds of things? It was grotesque, almost.

“You sure have dangerous acquaintances, sho...” He tried to brighten the mood as he chuckled awkwardly as ever, moving the man onto his feet and throwing his arm around his shoulder, bending down some, to be more suitable for the smaller’s size. “Do you want me to take you to a hospital, o-or do you think we can patch you up at home?! I mean... do you think you got stabbed? I didn’t see anything but bruises...” The man was a drama queen and really whiny ---- it wouldn’t surprise him to get frightened like that and in the end he was simply decked a few times. But it didn’t change that he felt quite angered and upset about this situation. Was it Yuusuke’s fault? Was that someone from Yasutomo’s gang to take it out on the guy for revealing a little too much to someone who was not in their gang?! Somehow... this really made the guy feel sick to the stomach. 

[kumomakishima]

“You’re lucky I came by when I did, or else you’d be dead.”

“Guess so, boss.” The green-haired lanky guy huffed out; it was really no surprise that Makishima was not exactly on the... popular list of any gang, really. He did the snooping and lurking, he made use of chloroform and other things in order to get his work done. Most gangs deemed that cowardly, and he couldn’t blame them. He was not one of the messy guys with knives and pistols or whatever ---- he preferred to remain in the shadows and do the shady work, honestly.

But of course, that would only make him a good target for angered rival gangs. And truly, Naruko was not wrong ---- he was lucky to have that redhead be right there, God knows, what they’d done to the Green Tarantula if it was not for his boss to knock them out. He made his name all honour, not on a King, but a Tiger. He had no issue going face-to-face with them, while Yuusuke, well, he really hated confrontation of that kind.

Moving his hand from his stomach to check -- yepp, that was blood. The stab wound stung pretty bad, but he was not complaining.

Letting out a groan as he leaned against the brick wall behind him, he urged out “Really don’t wanna seem like I’m in any hurry, boss, but... I think, I gotta get this patched up.” 

[kumomakishima]

“Why me? Of all people, why me?”

Something ate away at him when he heard the other ask with such... disappointment. Makishima was used to tears and all, they didn’t get that much to him anymore ---- mostly not from some rich-kid brat who was working with his mothers at an hot spring inn. If anything -- really -- he was aiming for that guy, really -- just the way he was all haughty and arrogant made him want to pick on him more and more, want to press him out like a fresh lemon into a glass to make cooling lemonade. 

And it wouldn’t be the first time that he was ticking someone off like that.

Yet, this was the first time, he actually felt... bad?!

“Oofff...” Exhaling as he combed hair out of his face, he really didn’t like being confronted like that out in the open ---- it was one thing to be confronted at the inn, really, anywhere private, but out on the street -- he was a socially awkward person after all, and having the mere chance of someone passing them as he was yelled at practically; that was a no-go. “Not. Here.” He hissed towards the smaller, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him towards an alley. “It’s... really not my business that you’re no longer in cahoots with Arakita... and it’s certainly not my business that I hurt your feelings; we all have jobs to do, we all have things to get done. Call me all the ugly names you have in petto for me, I don’t care -- but don’t pull out that ‘pity-me-I’m-a-crybaby’-card, that won’t do it.”

He really was not expecting the other to have such a reaction because of him, more so thinking that this was all about how he ruined his relationship with Yasutomo, right?! There was no way in hell, heaven or earth that Jinpachi was actually considering them close or something ---- he absolutely didn’t get it.

[angstmemes]

Send me “What happened to you?!” for my muse’s reaction.

[horrificmemes]

Attacked [sentence starters]

Monster-themed for the most part, but feel free to change ‘it’ pronouns to something else for a humanoid villain.

“Settle down, you’re safe now.” “Who hurt you? WHAT hurt you?” “I don’t know what it was that attacked me.” “Did you see what they looked like?” “Please, help me. I’m hurt.” “All I remember are teeth and a whole lot of pain.” “I was sure I was going to die.” “I would be dead if you hadn’t found me.” “What the hell was that thing?!” “Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.” “I don’t want to think what would have happened if you didn’t show up.” “Do you have any idea what did this to you?” “Was it an animal? A person?” “It all happened so fast.” “Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!” “You’ll be alright, just calm down and tell me what happened.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” “I’m not sure it was even human.” “That looks like it hurt.” “Help is coming. Just stay calm.” “Don’t just stand there, help me!” “You’re lucky I came by when I did, or else you’d be dead.” “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” “Wh-where am I? What happened to me?” “You never know what might be prowling around out here.” “Why would anyone want to attack you?” “Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?” “A-am I going to die?” “We have to go before it comes back!” “I don’t even know why it left me alive.” “I-I need a doctor. Please.” “Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” “It was you. You did this to me!” “Do you think it’ll come back?” “I-I didn’t get a good look at it.” “It’s okay, I’ll help you. Just don’t try to move.” “How do you know so much about monsters?” “You need to learn how to protect yourself.” “Honestly, it’s a miracle you weren’t torn to shreds.” “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.” “You’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of it.” “Whatever happens to me, make sure the one who did this pays the price.”