#ic: kazuya.

[woodenplankstudios]

Hyrule travelers (everyone is home)

#comic #funny #nintendo #webcomic #webcomics #pokemon #super smash bros #woodenplankstudios #bowser jr #princess daisy #diddy kong #donkey kong #ice climbers #incineroar #isabelle #kazuya #king k rool #luigi #the legend of zelda #mario #princess peach #richter belmont #rosalina #simon belmont #wario #yoshi

[kazamajun]

I read a quote once that was something along the lines of 'if I have to write two characters kissing for you to know that they're in love, I have failed as a writer.' This is a sentiment I not only agree wholeheartedly with, but something that came to mind when wanting to do an analysis of Kazuya's character ending and kazjun's relationship.

We get a bit of environmental storytelling with her picture. It's a beautiful photo, clearly posed for, and lovingly encased in an elaborate pure gold frame. The vibes are expensive, luxurious, and meaningful because he clearly cared enough to have it custom-made since it's got the Zaibatsu's logo on it. Behind the picture frame are two porcelain teacups and a teapot, along with Rochefort Tea, Azucena's coffee and that mixed blend of both. That tells us they frequently have tea and coffee together in his office!

On the first question Kazuya is asked, he is immediately dismissive of it. Asking about Jun however not only gets an immediate physical reaction with the curled fist and him filling the room with electricity, but he goes on to make it explicit that she is the only person in the world that he sees as an equal. She stood up to him over 20 years ago and he never forgot it. And, she's just as strong now if not moreso.

When he throws the trophy, that's him giving a demonstration of this. He's showing her off! He knew she would catch it, and likewise Jun knows that he knew she would, which is why she gives that soft little smile. And his tone when he delivers the "tsuyoi" is... very telling. He not only acknowledges and values her strength but is extremely attracted to it.

There's also the added framing context of this episode, that it's a documentary on him. He just publicly declared to the world that her strength turns him on. Iconic.

It's pretty damn clear that he loves her, not only from all of the above but the fact that he demonstrated it at all in the first place. Kazuya doesn't bother to talk about things he doesn't care about.

#tekken #kazjun #kazujun #meta #imo kazuya's refusal to engage with things he dgaf about cannot be overstated so monologuing about jun was not only significant -- #-- but HIGHLY SELF INDULGENT even!! it's so telling!! #anyway circling back to the opening quote; what we got was WAYYY more intimate than if he'd kissed her on the mouth #and vastly more ic for him anyway. it was 100% kazuya being kazuya while also being KAZUYA IN LOVE! #i didn't touch on the marital erasure of the flop english localization bc i wanted to keep this purely analytical in a storytelling sense #btw if you havent seen the takes calling the trophy throw 'abuse' or 'ipv' i envy you. every day ppl choose to be so wrong.

[tomatoscribbles]

tekken au stuffs....

wildly enough ive actually been WRITING lately, so most ideas ive been getting for this au arent ending up on paper in my usual way! (click for captions)

#artists on tumblr #tekken #tekken 3 #kazuya mishima #jin kazama #lee chaolan #tekken au #olm au #au #fanart #digital art #traditional art #sketch #sketchbook stuff #im going wild over here yall have no idea #anything that seems ooc BE ASSURED. I HAVE SET THE COURSE SO THAT ITS IC HSDFJS #I HAVE CHANGED THE RECIPE OF THE SOUP

[witchhuntress]

Inada: I just thought of it.

😂😂😂😂😂

#Mai's so funny sjdfksfsdf #Naru's face kfsdfsdf #Happy Tuesday! #ghost hunt #I'm delving thru a backlog and will post randomly #ghost hunt manga #ghost hunt anime #Mai Taniyama #Oliver Davis #Naru #Kazuya Shibuya #ice cream

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: " no, I think you're wrong. " shuuzou says making himself comfortable as his sits at the table, stealing some of kazuya's drink. it's dinner time and makoto and tatsuya are splitting the food on the table, and he sits, shaking his head, before handing drink back to kazuya, " what is that ? "

kazuya’s looking at his phone / instagram, merely scrolling his feed when he stops to look at comments under one of makoto’s posts. the thing he’d been asking about was concerning one girl that commented, something about if he remembered her / compared to the rest, it stood out. “ some girl. ” he shrugs easily enough, pulling away when makoto moves, tilting his phone so shuuzou can see her account as kazuya clicks on her profile. “ she was asking if mako remembered her. bastard didn’t even reply to her comment. ”

makoto shrugs, putting down final things before taking his seat. “yeah, i don’t have notifications on for instagram, this is the first i’m hearing about it. ”

“ it was three days ago. ”

“ and i don’t get on instagram that often, what do you want from me? i don’t remember her. ”

#there is more to life; ! answered #hanamiya makoto // ic #hara kazuya // ic #peachmuses #peachmuses: tatsuya #peachmuses: shuuzou #mysz!

[yeonban]

Summer Sentence Starters

@minban asked: “Want some ice cream?” (from mei, for kazuya)

❛ Oh,  Mei—  you  got  one  for  me,  too? Thanks! ❜  Lips  curl  upwards  into  a  smile  at  the  sight  of  his  boyfriend  and a  hand  reaches  out  for  the  offered  ice  cream;  slightly  surprised  at  the  fact  that  it’s  his  favorite  flavor, yet  grateful  such  a  small  detail  was  remembered,  despite  only being  briefly  mentioned  in  passing.  Digits  work  around  it  to  open  the  packet,  while  his  gaze  turns  to  rest  on  Mei’s  visage. ❛ How’re  you  holding  up? You've  pitched  almost  an  entire  game  today  in  this  abnormal  heat,  so  I’ve  been  pretty  worried  about  you.  Tell  me  if  there’s  anything  I  can  do  for  you,  alright? ❜ The  concern  and  overture  are  honest,  and  Kazuya  decides  against  masking  them  with  any  kind  of  sarcasm  or  teasing  grin;  instead  waiting  a  couple  more  moments  for  his  pitcher’s  answer  —   his  hand  reaching  out  again;  this  once  however  to  gently  brush  his  knuckles  against  the  other’s  face,  effectively  cleaning  the  few  bits  of  cream  present  there;  before  continuing  on  a  related  subject.

❛ The  coach  called  me  to  talk  about  the  match,  sorry  I  didn’t  get  to  you  right  then;  I  just  got  out  of  his office  a  few  minutes  ago. ❜ It's the  truth, and  his  head  still  throbs  a  little  from  the  input  every  catcher  on  their  professional  team has had  to  give;  himself  included.  Taking  a  bite  out  of  the  ice  cream however,  his  grin  only  grows  larger  at  the  remembrance  of  certain  parts  of  his  conversation  with  their  coach. ❛ You  know,  the  coach’s  been  complimenting  you  a  lot  lately.  Just  a  bit  more  and  he  might  even  make  you  our  ace,  even  though  you’re  still  a  first  year.  Well,  not  that  I’d  be  surprised  about  it  in  the  least. ❜

The  compliment  slides  off  his  tongue  with  ease  (which he  wholeheartedly  believes  in,  for  there  are  only  a  few  pitchers  in the world that he  could  classify  as being  ‘better’  than  Mei  at  this  point  in  time)  and  there’s  a  brief  silence  in  which  he  attempts  to  finish  his  ice  cream  before  it  melts;  instants  in  which  he  remembers  a small detail  about  their  upcoming break. Lips  part  anew  to casually inform  his  special  other  of  it,  before  halting  for  just  a  split  second  (tossing  aside  his  initial  hesitations); and  suggests  a  date  with  his  southpaw. ❛ Speaking  of  baseball,  there’s  apparently  a  festival  right  around  the  corner,  so  we’re  going  to  get  a  few  free  days  because  of  it next week.   —Want  to  go  check  it  out  with  me? ❜

#muse: miyuki kazuya. #minban #* miyuki kazuya. / ic. #I love the random Daiya spirit that has decided to possess me today... the nostalgia's kicking in

[museguided]

@isolov | continued if you want to~

"Oho? Is the captain a mind reader now? Is this the talent of a true leader?!" He's always loud; that will never change so long as he breathes. But now he's loud with a purpose. "It's always better to ensure you're heard and dispel any doubt! You should try it some time, Cap!"

#isolov #(ic. eijun sawamura) #(isolov. kazuya miyuki) #(I'm super happy to find another daiya rper you have no idea) #(also eijun gO BACK IN YOUR BOX)

[haikyuuhell20]

I know I kin a character when I get so mad at them and would love to fight them in a denny's parking lot.

#miyuki kazuya #you know this is about you buddy #chuuya nakahara #youre on then ice buddy

[demonsfate]

❝ On one hand, I'm glad Devil is trying to change. On another, I know he would've never if it hadn't been for a Kazama's intervention. ❞

#🔥 - ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇ // (ic) #✏️ - ғɪsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ғᴀᴛᴇ // (t8 timeline) #// REALLY. if jin hadn't slapped him with Purification #// devil would be on his knees next to kazuya's body #// screaming and hoping that azazel was still 'alive' - #// just so he can take that power for himself and take over the world LOLLLL

[mjm5655]

he would hit that cake.

#﴾ MAJIMA ⸨ IC ⸩ #﴾ DASH COMM #/he sees kazuya's ass & likes it sghasgas

[sociietiesarc]

@peachmuses said: nhhh are all out and about. partly because tatsuya follows niji, and niji wanted to hang out with hana and hara just happened to be there. " you know," shuu starts to say after he swallows his drink, "im the only one without an h name out of us. that's fucked." tatsuya snorts, hits shuus foot with his own, "poor baby, sticking out like a sore thumb."

“ tragic. ” makoto speaks without a care in the world, gaze gleefully dancing from shuu to street. this is because he brought it up about a week ago, he’s sure of it. hey, you ever notice something about our names? it’s only taken it this long for shuu to notice. good for him.

kazuya’s halfway out of the booth when it comes up. he’d been sitting beside tatsuya / shuu and makoto were be one another. tatsu and shuu are playing footsies or some shit and he’s about out. he’s rolling hidden eyes, hand pressing against wooden table as he lets himself up. “ ever think about changing it? ”

#there is more to life; ⸺ answered #h. makoto ⸺ ic #h. kazuya ⸺ ic #peachmuses #peachmuses: nijimura #peachmuses: himuro

[woodenplankstudios]

Terrible night to have a kirb (everyone is home)

#comic #funny #nintendo #webcomic #webcomics #super smash bros #woodenplankstudios #alucard #bowser jr #death #donkey kong #ice climbers #incineroar #isabelle #kazuya #kirby #medusa #piranha plant #richter belmont #rosalina #simon belmont

[madeimpact]

❝ Imagine talkin’ about your feelings. Couldn’t be me! ❞

Someone please shake him.

#why does he only ever pop onto the dash to comment on how much baggage he's hiding KJSDFHLAJKGH #❛ ic: kazuya. #❛ GENERAL: dash commentary.

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @stingslikeabee​​​​  ―   ( from here / accepting )

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off - but with a twist! For whatever reason, Mel is the one having the nightmare :)

★. ―

Daigo sighed as he shuffled through the papers he had left on the table the night prior. It was quiet in her apartment : the lights were off and the world was still. The former Chairman glanced up at the clock and frowned. 4:04 a.m. A little early for him to be up for his usual run but not by much. Perhaps, he could get a longer one in today.

          The ex-yakuza’s eyes drifted back toward the hallway of the living space. Between the two of them, he wasn’t sure who was sleeping worse lately. His head was a mess. Being away from her these last three years had undone all the small accomplishments they achieved toward resolving his night terrors. The stress of current circumstances wasn’t helping, either. Thankfully, it was good stress at least, if there was such a thing; he was merely re-adjusting to a new world.

          Melissa, it seemed, had started to develop nightmares of her own. His heart ached for her. He couldn’t imagine having been in her shoes for that time, and a familiar pang of guilt nestled into his heart. Daigo hadn’t known, but that didn’t make him feel for her any less. Even on the most difficult days, Melissa had always believed that Daigo would come back to her. Now that he was here, she couldn’t help the fear that trickled into her thoughts when she laid down to rest. She clutched onto him at night, eyelids fluttering and fingers curling into his skin. Glad for him, certainly, but afraid that she would wake up to find his place in the bed empty again. That was the reasoning she gave him in the mornings when she smiled up at him tiredly, head on his chest ; deep down, though, Daigo suspected there was more.

          Becoming a new mother and single parent in Daigo’s absence had been hard  —  harder than she would ever admit to him. He wouldn’t challenge Melissa on it, but he didn’t believe these nightmares were only triggered by his coming back. They started before, he suspected.

          Daigo pulled down a glass and poured himself an iced tea while he indulged in his early morning contemplation. It was the sort of green leaf that he liked, complete with extra sugar. Melissa hadn’t changed the recipe while he was gone. It was as if it was waiting for him. Just like the shirts he left in a drawer, occasionally washed and folded to prevent them from smelling musty, and the little trinkets handled like relics. An extra phone charger curled up on her nightstand. A few colorful advertisements he left on the refrigerator for places he liked to eat. While Daigo hadn’t formally moved in with his girlfriend before he departed, they had dated long enough for those impressions to make it into her living space.

          As Daigo put the pitcher of tea back inside the fridge, his fingertips brushed by a container of fruit. The diced items were cut incredibly small  —  not for his mouth or Melissa’s, but their son’s. A bright - eyed and gentle little boy with his father’s eyes. HIS EYES. Daigo shut the door abruptly and took a steadying breath.

         “Anata?” Melissa’s voice was quiet.

          Daigo turned toward her. He could see the extra shine to her honey irises from where he stood. The former Chairman opened his arms at once. His guess was correct, and Melissa stepped into them gratefully. All he could see was the top of her chestnut - colored locks as she buried her face into his bare torso. Large hands lowered to rub soothing circles into her back.

          “I know you normally go out soon,” Melissa said, muffled. It was Saturday, as well, so there was a chance he would path through Kamurocho at his leisure and spend longer beyond her reach. That was how his schedule worked, and she suspected it still was the same. “  —  but would you come back to bed until then? I  .    .    . ”

          She didn’t need to finish. Daigo gripped her tighter and kissed her hair. How often had she comforted him before? Helped him find some stable ground that he could eventually drift away from? “Of course,” the ex - yakuza breathed. As Melissa gradually calmed and rotated to his side, they began to walk to her bedroom. Daigo kept a limb around her firmly. It was the best he could do to remind her that he was there, that they were together.

          Back at Melissa’s bed, the former Chairman climbed in first. He lifted the blankets for her as his girlfriend slid in next to him. Melissa opted to curl up against her love with her cheek on his chest. Atop his heart and the old web of surgical scars that covered it. Daigo pressed his lips to her forehead. Curious, he looked at the baby monitor on the nightstand. Only eight days had passed since he met his son, but Daigo’s instincts were already sharper in regards to the boy than he realized. Melissa smiled fondly.

          “He won’t fuss,” she murmured. “Kazu - kun sleeps until 6 usually.”

         Daigo frowned thoughtfully. His coarse digits stroked her side under the covers. “I'm amazed at how easy he is,” he confessed. “I thought children were supposed to keep you up all hours of the night.”

          Melissa’s grasp curled around Daigo’s chest and laid near his hip. “He’s always been that way, sweetheart,” she answered. “I’ve never met such a peaceful child. Even when he would cry as a baby, it was so soft.”

         The ex - yakuza’s features returned to Melissa. He gazed at what he could see of her with an open, loving look. Daigo’s free hand came to rest on top of hers. “I’m going to stay here this morning,” he whispered eventually. It was difficult to tell if Melissa was already asleep ; the slow pace of her breathing suggested she wouldn’t hear anything Daigo said. Nevertheless, he said it : an assurance to the bit of technology that showed their son if nothing else. “I want to wake up with both of you  .    .    .  AS A FAMILY. ”

#ooc. : I really was feeling the confusion / adjustment period of the AU where Melissa realizes she's pregnant after Daigo leaves !! #b/c I would imagine even Melissa in main has some nightmares re. Daigo actually dying or not being able to get to her even if she's so #certain he will. #In this AU I can only imagine how all the more stressful and complicated her situation would be with everything else happening. #Hence nightmares ! #Also new dad Daigo trying to understand he's a dad + fitting into their lives + Kazuya's established routine with his mom is also another #layer of stress for Mel. #Good stress !! #but stress !! #If you want anything changed lmk ofc !! <3 #★. v: at the end #★. q. #★. p: stingslikeabee #stingslikeabee #★. ic ask

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: shuuzou's sitting next to kazuya this time - for some reason tatsuya wanted to sit next to makoto, but they aren't even back at the house yet, having left to go get food orders. shuuzou leans back on one arm, head tilted slightly to study kazuya. spare hand comes up to gently grab at spare hair at the others nape of neck, letting fingertips brush gently against skin. " your hair is getting longer, zu " he muses quietly, eyes trained on neck. " are you letting it grow out ? "

kazuya flinches when fingers touch nape / shuuzou pulls away and kazuya turns his head, hand making way for neck and he threads fingers through the very hair shuuzou had reached for. " oh-- " he breathes out, admirably startled, proceeding to grin sheepishly as fingers come down to rub the back of his neck. " sorry, i just... " he doesn't know, actually, resulting in the way voice trails off. after a moment, he shrugs, hand falling. " not really, i just haven't gotten around to cutting it. why, does it look bad? "

#there is more to life; ! answered #hara kazuya // ic #peachmuses #peachmuses: shuuzou #mysz!

[yeonban]

A really long, but categorized, ask meme. ↪ QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

@minban asked: “You know I’m right! I’m always right!” (Mei to Kazuya)

Hues  gaze  at  his  heated  boyfriend  while  the  other’s  (not  uncommon)  yelling  reverberates  thorough  the  room  and  hits  Kazuya’s  ears  at  full  force,  but  he  keeps  his  thoughts  to  himself  in  order  not  to  inflame  his  ace’s  irritation  (which  is  by  no  means  an  easy  feat,  even  for  their  nth  fight);  instead  pondering  on  the  possible  statements  that’d  pacify  the  pitcher  while  still  staying  true  to  himself.  The  other’s  antics  and  plain  out  bratty  behavior  are  shut  out  to  the  best  of  his  ability  while  his  sight  trails  to  a  place  between  Mei’s  legs  and  the  floor,  and  he  tries  to  remember  the  actual  reason  behind  their  fight,  which  as  always  stems  from  an  insignificant  topic,  a passing  opinion  worded  wrong  or  at  a  bad  time,  and  Kazuya finds it  doesn’t  help  him  in his present endeavor whatsoever.

That’s  when  he  subconsciously  sighs,  and  he  feels  plain  out  exhausted,  from  school,  from  training,  from  Mei,  from  an  accumulation  of  people  and  situations.  He  wants  no  more  of  this;  wants  to  make  up  with  his  lover  already  and take  his  mind  off  all  the  stress  in  his  life,  so  once  more  he’s  ready  to  cave  in,  to  accept  the  blonde’s  arguments  as  right  and  seemingly  forget  this  fight  has  ever  happened,  like  many  before  it. 

Therefore  lips  part  and  he  proceeds  with  that  plan  of  action,  hues  focusing  again  and  making  their  way  back  onto  his  boyfriend’s  face. ❛ Mei— ❜ The  next  word  sits  ready  on  his  tongue,  and  he  almost  lets  it  out  in  the  open  when  the  other’s  newest declaration  settles  in,  and  Kazuya’s  for  once  too  taken  aback  to  say  any  retort,  to  do  anything  but  stare  at  Mei  in  silence  with  widened  eyes  for  a  few  full  seconds,  attempting  to  understand  the  ‘argument’  the  ace  just  threw  at  him.

After  another  moment  of  utter  silence,  this  time  from  both  parties  involved,  Kazuya  regains  his  outward  composure  and  instead  of  his  previous  expression,  an  unreadable  one  takes  over  his  visage,  brown  hues  revealing  nothing  but  the  change  in  his  inner  switch.  He  repeats  the  other’s  sentences  over  in  his  head  and  feels  the  anger  rise  in  his  stomach,  an  ugly  feeling  that  burns  cold,  and  for  the  first  time  he  wonders  if  Mei’s  ever  realized  the  reason  why  others,  why  Kazuya  out  of  all  people,  tend  to  end  their  arguments  with  Mei’s  win,  why  he’s  always  the  one  to  apologize  after  days  of  not  speaking  to  each  other,  when  he  still  believes  he’s  in  the  right,  and  does  so even  after  their  dispute has  been  “properly  settled”.

❛ …Yeah,  you’re  always  right,  Mei. ❜ Kazuya’s  tonality is  no  longer  mellow,  no  longer  soft,  no  longer  the  one  Mei’s  so  used  to  hearing  at  the  end  of  arguments  or  when  Kazuya  wants  to  stop  the  fights  midway  through.  It’s  piercing  and  harsh,  detached  from  the  situation and inadvertently  intimidating;  a  tone  he  rarely  ever  uses,  a  tone  he’s  rarely  pushed  to  use,  one  he  most  often  tries  to  hide  behind  his  usual,  cheerful  behavior  and  generally  forgiving  personality. 

He  has  the  option  to  snap  back,  to  say  what  he  knows  would  definitely  hurt  Mei  and  it’d  be  the  truth  nevertheless,  to  say  what  would  make  his  lover  cry  for  hours  after  he’s  already  left  the  room  and  what  he’d  think  about  days, months  or  years  after  the  fact;  but  he  doesn’t.  He  doesn’t  want  to  hurt  Mei  if  he  can  help  it,  and  he’s  aware  that  once  he  starts  a  retort  he  will not  be  able  to  stop  himself  from  finishing  it,  from  regretting  it  once  he  sees  his  lover’s  heartbroken  face  at  the  end  of  his  speech.  So  he  swallows  it  down  and  instead  puts  his  most  genuine  thought  into  actual  words,  and  means  it  in  any  way  Mei  could  ever  take  it. ❛ And frankly speaking,  I’m getting really tired of it. ❜ 

He  realizes  to  the  other  it  could  sound  like  a  prequel  to  a  break-up,  but  he  doesn’t  specify  any  more  than  the  words  he  utters  right  then  and  there.  He’s  known  Mei  for  long  enough  to  be  conscious  of  the  fact  that  the  pitcher  would  overanalyze  a  pressing  sentence  such  as  this and try  to  grasp  the  meaning  behind  every  word,  try  to  understand  what  he  did  so  wrong  now  that  Kazuya  might  possibly  want  to  break  up  with  him  when  he’s  never  done  anything  even  remotely  similar  before,  in  the more  serious  fights  nor  for  the more  serious  topics of discussion.

It’s  the  best  Kazuya  can  manage  without  his  irritation  overflowing  into  hurtful  statements  though,  and  he’s  too  tired,  too  irascible  at  the  moment  to  keep  the  conversation  going,  to  outright  explain  to  Mei  what  he  did  wrong,  and  truthfully  he’d  rather  the  other  figure  it  out  himself  as  well.  He’s  positive  Mei  will  mull  it  over,  and  will  either  come  to  the  realization  himself,  with  the  help  of  his  friends  or  not,  or  will  approach  Kazuya  for  an  explanation  once  they’re  both  calmer,  both  in  a  better  state  of  mind,  and  he  opts  for  that.

Kazuya  looks  at  Mei  once  more,  but  it  lasts  for  a mere split second  before  he  turns  towards  the  door,  muttering  at  least  enough  to  let  Mei  know  that  he’s  not  breaking  up  with  him  right  now,  that  he  simply  needs  an  interval  of  peace,  a  disruption  of  whatever  had  taken  place  between  them  moments  prior. ❛ I’ll  be  in  my  room  if  you  need  me. ❜ And  with  that,  he  makes  his  way  upstairs  to  attempt  to  cool  his  head  and,  albeit  he  knows  it’s  nearly  impossible  after  what  has  just  transpired -  after  all  the  thoughts  Mei’s  left  him  with  and  he’s  left  Mei  with,  to  try  and  de-stress. 

#muse: miyuki kazuya. #minban #* miyuki kazuya. / ic. #I love these two SOO much it's like putting fire and oil together <3