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#gay #gaynsfw #gaylewd #yaoi #ryuugagotoku

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Kei (ryuu ga gotoku)

Kei (ryuu ga gotoku)

#Kei #ryuugagotoku #Yakuzaseries #Likeadragon #SEGA #Quinzo #Quinzo11 #NSFW

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#memes #meme #sousou #no #frieren #フリーレン #plushie #likeadragon #ryuugagotoku #龍が如く

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PS2
Yakuza

Kiryu Kazuma was brought up in the Sunflower Orphanage and has been protected since his childhood by a lieutenant of the Dojima Family, affiliated with Tokyo Tojo Clan of the yakuza

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#ps2 #psx #retrogame #playstation #Yakuza #Sega #RyuugaGotoku #龍が如く

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Giving My PS2 The Dashboard It Wish It Had
Giving My PS2 The Dashboard It Wish It Had

I'm giving my PS2 the dashboard I wish it had when I was a kid!

youtu.be/BLKTysFl6Zk

#Sony #PlayStation #PlayStation2 #PS2 #Gaming #VideoGames #PSBBN #PSN #Mods #Homebrew #MetalGearSolid #MetalGear #Yakuza #LikeaDragon #RyuuGaGotoku #TokyoXtremeRacer #2000s #aesthetic #Y2K #MiniDisc #Linux

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🔹Ryuu ga Gotoku - Kiryu Kazuma - Digsta - 2025 Re-release
📅 Pre-order by 31. Dec 2025
💰 $51.74 (20% off, was $64.68)
👉 buff.ly/Ffoz8Jm
Stylized Kiryu PVC figure from Yakuza in fierce pose.

#Yakuza #RyuuGaGotoku #KiryuKazuma #YakuzaGame

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excerpt from lost & found on ao3. the headhunt for kiryu has begun, & awano closes in on his prey, lunging for the kill he’s been denying himself for years. nishiki finds himself trapped in the crossfire.

#ao3 #writingcommunity #fanfic #yakuza #ryuugagotoku #nishikiyama #nishikiyamaakira #nishiki

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I know this is not arcane related but a friend made me fall in love with #Goro #Majima from #Yakuza0 ( #likeadragon #ryuugagotoku #likeadragonyakuza ) and I couldn’t help it but planning new merch with him as a k-pop idol with his own photocard 💜✨

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Majima, to Kiryu: I miss you
Majima: Answer me or imma manifest you
Majima: Okay then just wait
Majima: Imma be showing up in ur dreams and shit

Majima, to Kiryu: I miss you Majima: Answer me or imma manifest you Majima: Okay then just wait Majima: Imma be showing up in ur dreams and shit

Ichiban: I have no clue what a sieve is
(picture of a wire mesh sieve)
Zhao: this dude
Ichiban: Ohhh the holebowl

Ichiban: I have no clue what a sieve is (picture of a wire mesh sieve) Zhao: this dude Ichiban: Ohhh the holebowl

Saejima: It's 10 in the morning why are you drinking
Jason: It's called a tequila SUNRISE
Jason: Gotta have it in the morning or it makes no sense

Saejima: It's 10 in the morning why are you drinking Jason: It's called a tequila SUNRISE Jason: Gotta have it in the morning or it makes no sense

Joongi Han: What's stopping Seonhee from being santa
Joongi Han: She has our addresses
Joongi Han: She has drones
Joongi Han: She has a wishlist and intimate knowledge of our habits
Joongi Han: She is specifically making the choice to not be santa

Joongi Han: What's stopping Seonhee from being santa Joongi Han: She has our addresses Joongi Han: She has drones Joongi Han: She has a wishlist and intimate knowledge of our habits Joongi Han: She is specifically making the choice to not be santa

More of these #yakuza #likeadragon #rgg #ryuugagotoku

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#memes #meme #videogames #videogame #video #games #game #龍が如く #ryuugagotoku #ryuu #ga #gotoku #likeadragon #like #a #dragon #yakuza

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A person posing in a roundhouse kick stance in their home in a Kiryu Kazuma cosplay (gray suit, red shirt, and white shoes). Their face is covered by an angry emoji. 😠

A person posing in a roundhouse kick stance in their home in a Kiryu Kazuma cosplay (gray suit, red shirt, and white shoes). Their face is covered by an angry emoji. 😠

Kiryu cosplay complete! 🐉 #yakuza #likeadragon #ryuugagotoku #cosplay #龍が如く

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His collar itched. He wanted it off. He wanted to punish people, make them pay for their sins of breathing near him. He wanted to fight and he wanted to bleed and he wanted to have one of his lungs punctured so that he couldn’t breathe, so he could slowly feel the organ fill up with blood until he was drowning and drinking it at the same time, so that he could die in the gutter like so many of the stray dogs that went to those who held rat poison instead of food.

Still, Hell had its charm. People smiled at him, clapped him on the back and ignored how he flinched, complimented him while they insulted him. At night, just before his cage opened its door to let the lustful enter the streets were full of people, young and old, some as young as his body some as old as his bones. He could walk through them and not fear being recognized but, more importantly, there was noise. Blessed noise. They sounded like wild animals, shouting over one another, trying to be heard, and it filled his ears better than the trumpets of the Grand.

The warehouse had been quiet. It had bee so terribly quiet, while he’d hung there, by his wrists, blood pouring from his socket and any of the other holes and gouges they’d given him. Too quiet. Too quiet.

His collar itched. He wanted it off. He wanted to punish people, make them pay for their sins of breathing near him. He wanted to fight and he wanted to bleed and he wanted to have one of his lungs punctured so that he couldn’t breathe, so he could slowly feel the organ fill up with blood until he was drowning and drinking it at the same time, so that he could die in the gutter like so many of the stray dogs that went to those who held rat poison instead of food. Still, Hell had its charm. People smiled at him, clapped him on the back and ignored how he flinched, complimented him while they insulted him. At night, just before his cage opened its door to let the lustful enter the streets were full of people, young and old, some as young as his body some as old as his bones. He could walk through them and not fear being recognized but, more importantly, there was noise. Blessed noise. They sounded like wild animals, shouting over one another, trying to be heard, and it filled his ears better than the trumpets of the Grand. The warehouse had been quiet. It had bee so terribly quiet, while he’d hung there, by his wrists, blood pouring from his socket and any of the other holes and gouges they’d given him. Too quiet. Too quiet.

He met with the man, he bowed, he poured him the finest vintage. He simpered, he kept his eye down. He did everything that he wanted. He was told that maybe, he could make his quota, he’d have a chance, and every week, that quota rose. He didn’t argue. He just wanted out. He needed out of this cage.

He didn’t ask about his brother. He wanted to ask about his brother. He’d asked every day when he was in the warehouse and now, every time he moved his mouth, to form those words, there was a chain in the hands before him and a baseball bat against his ribs and blood dribbling down his wrists. He wanted to ask. He didn’t ask anymore.

And when there was a taste a bile in his mouth and his jaw ached from smiling and clenching and exhaustion ran through his bones the night was quiet and the sound of his thoughts were loud. There were still people out, there were always people out, and he could stay at work where the people were disgusting or he could go outside where the people were willing to beat him the way he wanted or he could go home.

He met with the man, he bowed, he poured him the finest vintage. He simpered, he kept his eye down. He did everything that he wanted. He was told that maybe, he could make his quota, he’d have a chance, and every week, that quota rose. He didn’t argue. He just wanted out. He needed out of this cage. He didn’t ask about his brother. He wanted to ask about his brother. He’d asked every day when he was in the warehouse and now, every time he moved his mouth, to form those words, there was a chain in the hands before him and a baseball bat against his ribs and blood dribbling down his wrists. He wanted to ask. He didn’t ask anymore. And when there was a taste a bile in his mouth and his jaw ached from smiling and clenching and exhaustion ran through his bones the night was quiet and the sound of his thoughts were loud. There were still people out, there were always people out, and he could stay at work where the people were disgusting or he could go outside where the people were willing to beat him the way he wanted or he could go home.

More backlog of my fics! Old Yakuza fic at that!

archiveofourown.org/works/16413629

#yakuza #ryuugagotoku #majimagoro #fanfiction #mywriting

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Yamai Yutaka my beloved

#art #ladiw #yamaiyutaka #ryuugagotoku #yakuza

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Post Kiwami #Nishiki renders.
#ryuugagotoku #nishikiyama #龍が如く #錦山彰

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