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Pictures, stories and stuff from Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger and Voltage games like SLBP, Code of Love, Liar and so on..
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„Astarion ending as the Vampire Ascendant is the correct ending for him, because it is what he wants.”

That is a claim I’ve been seeing pop up more and more often these days. And I think it’s both a very bold and a very odd claim to make.

But first things first: Hello, I’m a licensed social worker! So far, I’ve worked with children, refugees and youths with behavioural issues stemming from bullying and or abuse.

Please be aware that I will be mentioning different kinds of abuse, coping mechanisms, and victim/abuser relationships. If any of this is difficult for you, don’t force yourself through it. My jabbering about a traumatised vampire is not worth your wellbeing, not ever.

I will, however try to stick to Astarion and not use other examples. If, in any case, I do use a non-Astarion example, I’ll add a warning beforehand so that you can skip the part. And I’ll make it clear what will be discussed in the next bit, so that you have a chance to skip it entirely.

This is an effort to make this as accessible as possible for everyone that wants to indulge on a mad woman’s rambling – and I know there’s a few people that like this sort of stuff!

And, uh, there's obviously spoilers for all three acts. Serious spoilers, even.

This analysis is wonderful about Astarion’s trauma, but I will never understand why the ascended choice is wrong for him.

Both endings work for Astarion. But when you include Tav (aka you as the player) it becomes “what version works for you” because Astarion (to me) is an immoral/chaotic neutral/lawful evil and if you’re lucky to romance him, he’ll stay be your side regardless if you do a good/neutral/evil play through.

Also, the reason why both endings work is because the main goal is “kill Cazador”. Cazador’s death is the solution or beginning of ending his trauma. The aftermath of those choices, will obviously have different outcomes and behaviors. Everyone overcomes trauma based on what works for them.

As an ascended fan, my reason for choosing that option wasn’t to fix him and help him overcome his trauma because that will always be there, but because that’s something he wanted. Also, even though you can persuade him not to ascend, you have to make sure your intent/reason for not ascending him isn’t just for your own moral benefit because that’s when it turns into manipulation/coercion, which is hard to do in irl.

But overall both choices are good for Astarion if you’re romanizing him (I don’t care if it for evil or good play through because went the good chaotic good/true neutral route as non/durge).If you’re playing as him…then it’s up for debate.

Hey there! Great to get a pro-Ascension point of view in here, I loved seeing how you view ascended Astarion. I hope you don't mind me hopping onto your reply to offer up some more babbling.

(And please, don't take this as me berating you or correcting you, that is never my intention. I'm really just a slut for healthy discussions!)

I do absolutely agree with you that both ways work for Astarion, and both endings make sense in their own right. And I do, in fact, like the ascended ending exactly for what it is - the bad ending, where we couldn't save him. I wouldn't even go as far as calling it the "wrong" ending either, because it's really not a question of right and wrong. It's truly more a question of good and bad. And if we go by that, ascension is the bad ending for him. Because, and I think a lot of people forget this, Astarion doesn't just "ascend". He becomes the vampire ascendant. That means he turns into a true vampire and ascends. He's basically a Vampire+ now, and that is an important factor in how we should regard ascension.

To see why, I think we need to look at how DnD (and, in turn, bg3) treats vampires, since it's less the type of vampire we see in modern popculture. As in, less Damon Salvatore and more Dracula.

In DnD, true vampires are deeply twisted beings. Everything that was once lively and pure about the person dies upon, well, death. Their needs turn into physical cravings, and overall, they want but one thing: power. They want a lair, spawn, and people they can own and control.

"Friends" are mostly no longer close, beloved people that you trust and care for. With vampires, it's more likely that they view their friends as something "useful". They can use their affection to get them to help and support them. There's also likely to be envy or jealousy towards what was formerly considered a friend (and personally, I wouldn't put it past them to turn their friends into spawn as some form of power play).

Love is similarly twisted since it's no longer the deep feeling of love we know. Love for vampires is a heavy, dark obsession. They don't love and care for a person any longer, they just want to have them; to own them, and to play with them until they're bored of them.

Stradh von Zarovich is a perfect example here. His obsession is a woman called Tatyana. A woman he couldn't have in life or death, that he is still so obsessed with that he later tries to kill and turn another woman, Ireena, into his spawn consort, simply because she looks exactly like Tatyana and he believes that she is Tatyanas reincarnation. (She may or may not be, but Stradh doesn't have definite proof of that.)

That behaviour can be seen in ascended Astarion as well. He wants to own Tav, and he will take them by force if given the option. And to him, Tav is no longer considered an equal either. Sure, he still talks like they are, but his true opinion slips through every now and again if you listen close enough. He constantly puts himself above them and he makes it very clear that they'll be nothing but his consort.

Tav will sit beside him as he rules. Nothing more.

Taking all this into account, we can already sort of make out why ascended Astarion is the bad ending.

Ascended Astarion is no longer Astarion. He looses himself - or rather: he throws himself away - because he's deeply deeply terrified of being hurt. Astarion craves safety and believes he will find it as the vampire ascendant.

And maybe he will.

Vampires are already hard enough to kill.

But he'll find it only at the cost of his own person.

This is also where the crux of the argument "Astarion wants to ascend" lies.

It is true that Astarion thinks he wants to ascend.

But he is, as I said originally, blinded by fear.

Astarion is deeply afraid of being abused further, for obvious reasons, and he thinks the only way he'll find peace and solace is as a true vampire - or, better even, the vampire ascendant. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions or where his path will lead him, he just thinks about safety. Survival.

Ascension is his form of running away. Astarion is running, and he is running hard from something he probably can't explain, and the finish line is "safety" aka "ascension".

Tav can now choose to either take him by the hand and show him what exactly he is running towards - that where he sees safety, others see loneliness; where he sees solace and warmth, others see nothing but cold emptiness - or they can let him keep on running.

If they choose the latter, Astarions fear wins. It overpowers him, drowns him, and Astarion is no more.

He is safe, but he's lost all he once was in the process.

Is that the wrong choice? Not necessarily. Right and wrong are deeply nuanced labels that everyone will view differently.

But is it the bad choice? Very likely, yes. And not only that - it's an extremely sad choice as well.

To me, letting Astarion ascend feels like I'm giving up on him. Like I'm showing him that he himself is not enough and that he needs ascension to live a happy, safe life.

And yes, that is very likely the social worker in me crying because we could've helped him get better without this. We could have helped him save himself. But after ascension, he's beyond our grasp, and all we can do is watch shit go down eventually.

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Imagine: Being with Alucard

  • This man right here
  • Yes him
  • He’s like the love of your life
  • No matter how chaotic things got you two have always been there for each other
  • And now here you were, building a village with him
  • You had everything you wanted; a home, a family, a bed to sleep in everyday, a growing community you could always rely on
  • And Alucard. You had Alucard.
  • Mornings you woke up before him, you couldn’t help but watch him sleep
  • Not in a creepy way of course
  • But just watch, noticing how peaceful and happy he looked, the way his hair laid across his face.
  • You knew you were beyond lucky
  • And he’d wake up. His golden eyes would flutter open and he’d look at you, his cheeks a rosy pink with a small tired smile on his lips
  • “Good morning sweetheart~” Alucard would mumble quietly, and your hand would reach out to cup his cheek, brushing his hair out of the way.
  • “Good morning~” you’d press a kiss against his forehead while Alucard’s arms brought you in closer, pulling you close to his chest and not letting go for a bit
  • You loved those mornings when you both could take your time getting out of bed, when there wasn’t a huge mission or monster you had to defeat
  • The castle was always so very busy, villagers going in and out, collecting resources from the woods or lakes, training in self defense, grabbing a plate to eat from the kitchen, etc etc
  • When you and Alucard made your way outside, the sight always made your heart flutter
  • People getting along, children running around and giggling, everyone helping one another
  • Aaaand then there was Trevor and Sypha, bickering near the wood supply, which was a daily occurrence (the bickering, not the bickering near the wood supply).
  • “The wood has to be stacked up evenly or it’s all gonna fall down~” Sypha would sigh as she swaddled baby Simon on her hip.
  • Trevor rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I know how to stack wood—oh look, the little lovebirds are up, go critique how they stack their wood~” he’d gesture over to you and Alucard.
  • “Oh Trevor Belmont, you’re gonna get it I swear~”
  • Even though the two had a little one to take care of now, Sypha and Belmont always found the time to hang with you guys.
  • You guys would gather around the table in the kitchen, joking and giggling over scotch or wine, whatever you guys felt like having that night
  • Greta often joined these gatherings when she wasn’t patrolling or when she had gotten back from trading with another village
  • It was always nice to just sit back and relax, not think of much but appreciate every minute that past with the ones you loved
  • Eventually you’d all retreat to your rooms during the wee hours of the night.
  •  Trevor, a drunken mess, was guided up the stairs by his wife and Greta, who both cursed beneath their breaths how heavy he was.
  • You and Alucard, both a little buzzed, would make your way up to your quarters of the castle. 
  • Of course the two of you wouldn’t quite make it there though
  • You’d stop Alucard in his tracks, pressing him against the wall and kissing him, your fingers tangled up in his hair while your hips pressed along his
  • He’d shudder, nails scratching at the shirt on your back, kissing you in return and running his tongue along your lips. 
  • “Y-Y/n, perhaps we should…a-ah!” the dhampir would gasp out as your mouth made its way down his neck and collarbones, one hand on his waist as the other held Alucard’s thigh on your hip. 
  • When it came to sex or situations like these, Adrian never really had a preference as to whether he was on the top or bottom, he loved both and usually just followed your lead. 
  • “We should what?” You’d growl against his cold skin, dragging your teeth along his jugular. 
  • “W-We should continue this in the bedroom, it’s only down the hall—!” He’d yelp out as you bit down on his shoulder, but not hard enough to draw blood. He loved when you were handsy and dominant, it made Alucard simply melt. 
  • “What? Afraid someone’s going to hear us?” You tease as your fingers danced across his crotch, making him tense up. “Maybe I want them too”
  • You slid down onto your knees, your long fingers fiddling around with his trousers
  • Alucard’s head went fuzzy while he stared down at you with lust filled eyes, a ringing in his ears
  • Fuck….you were so hot
  • The way you pulled his already hard member out and ran your tongue against his tip, sliding it up and down the underside of his shaft….
  • He bit down on his finger to stop himself from moaning, his hand coming down and resting on the back of your head as you draped his left leg over your shoulder.
  • “Fuck, Y/n–mmf!” His head fell back, his pretty, long blonde locks falling over his chest and shoulders as it rose and fell quickly.
  • You took him deeply into your mouth, letting his thick head rub at your throat, bobbing your head up and down and soaking his member with your saliva
  • Alucard’s cheeks were bright red while he squirmed against the wall, his hips twitched and bucked with need, sliding his shaft in and out of your mouth, nails scratching at your scalp. 
  • His legs were shaking now, your hand sliding up and down his stomach and chest, your warm fingers pressing against his sensitive nipples and making the poor dhampir whine out. Fuck, you loved every single sound.
  •  Your hand went up his leg as you sucked him off and grabbed his backside roughly, your tongue sliding around the base of his cock.
  • Oh god those eyes, he couldn’t stop staring at your eyes—
  •  That tipped him over the edge, Alucard’s muscles tensed up and his hips pushed forward, you felt him come undone in your mouth as a strangled moan escaped from his throat.
  • You slowed down till you stopped and pulled back, wiping your lips of any *ahem* liquids
  • Alucard, unable to stand any longer, slid down the wall and sat on the ground in front of you, a panting, very flushed mess with a dazed look in his eyes. 
  • You couldn’t help but chuckle, brushing a hand against his cheek, smiling quite contently 
  • Ah yes, he’d get back at you for this eventually, you knew he would, but for now, he just grabbed at your face and kissed you with all the passion and energy he could muster up.

Aha, this was suppose to be fluff but it turned into smut, oopsies, I thought it was pretty good thooooo. I hope you all enjoyed, like, comment and reblog babes🥰🥰

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Among other things in my clean-out-drafts is a sh!tpost figure skating script, but I can’t draw it for the life of me and really the commentary is just better served as text on pics of the lords in fantastic figure skating outfits. Please if someone wants to draw them in ridiculous glittery bodysuits tag me ANYWAY here is a portion of it

Matsuko: Well folks it is a BEA-U-TI-FUL day here at Divine Rule Stadium, where we are getting ready for the free skate portion of the Sengoku Skate Classic! I’m Matsuko—

Umeko: I’m Umeko, and we are here to dish the dirt on our twelve contenders. Who has the best costume? The most rockin’ song choice? The tightest tush?

Matsuko: We may even talk about their technique.

Umeko: …A little! Maybe! 

Matsuko: First to skate is the master of the triple axel, triple konpei-toe-jump, Oda Nobunaga! 

Umeko: Our boy had a supes controversial program back at the Enryaku-ji, and he really just…well doesn’t exactly ever do the same program twice.

Matsuko: His poor choreographer

Umeko: Nobunaga does what Nobunaga wants

Matsuko: Speaking of–

Umeko: OMG is that jump even legal?

Matsuko: Don’t know! Don’t care! The judges are afraid of him anyway!

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Warlords reacting to ff about themselves

*just general fanfiction, nothing in particular. This is written for crack purposes, not to critique anybody or address any greater issues. 

Nobunaga:

  • “What did I do to Hideyoshi…?!”
  • Refuses to accept the fact that he really talks like so.
  • Does not recall Kichou being his wife. He saw the fanart. He continues on to question it.

Mitsuhide:

  • Snickers at every mention of shibari. Will absolutely tease MC about it.
  • Blushed upon seeing “Hideyoshi Toyotomi/Mitsuhide Akechi” tag. Hid it instantly. Will torment Hideyoshi with it.
  • Has great fun collecting information to tease the other warlords. Makes sure to console MC afterwards and to remind her he wants only her.

Hideyoshi:

  • Died several times while reading it. // “Lord Nobunaga did what to me…?!”
  • Initially considered angst with Nobunaga to be death threats.
  • Enjoyed some family fics with himself, although he may not admit it.

Mitsunari:

  • Was not allowed to read explicit & mature works. Read them regardless. Might have even taken notes. May have some questions and concerns.
  • Does not understand why somebody would write about him.
  • Found out that he enjoys fluff a lot.

Masamune:

  • Outwardly: laughed it off. Inwardly: read through it all. Those eyebags didn’t come from nowhere. Curiosity killed the cat.
  • He is distraught to learn that we all do know about his alcohol tolerance and how he behaves once drunk.
  • Secretly enjoyed hurt/comfort the most. Will not let anybody know that. 

Ieyasu:

  • Is grumpy about it. Checks it out after being teased by both Masamune and Mitsuhide. 
  • Saw himself being a pair with Mitsunari. Stopped reading then.
  • Found reader inserts rather nice to read. Mostly interested in gen fics.

Kenshin:

  • Angst lover. His second preference is hurt/comfort.
  • Does not comprehend why he’s called bunshin, husbun or bun-bun.
  • Started testing his bunny-bending powers and taking his role as the sole bunny bender seriously. 

Shingen:

  • Went on to moon gaze.
  • Tried to memorise as many pick-up lines as possible. Considered writing them down.
  • Became a fan of domestic fluff.

Yukimura:

  • Sasuke forced him to read it.
  • Did not want to read it. Did not enjoy it. It felt weird.
  • Sasuke opened Shingen tag for him. Yuki ran.

Sasuke:

  • He already knew of its existence and read every single possible fanficiton regarding the warlords.
  • Has his own Ao3 account.
  • Remembered to erase his history before Kenshin stumbled into it by accident.

Kennyo:

  • Peacefully enjoys silence in his forest and refuses to let anybody near himself until the entire thing is over.
  • Was shown some fluffy fanart. It made him blush.
  • Will wave his staff at you if you expose him to Kennyo tag. He prefers blissful ignorance in that regard. 
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This was the “standardized” origin story for Jinpachi. As the story goes, as a child, Jinpachi was travelling around the country with his father. When his father died, he joined the pirates to survive and was so good at it that he eventually became their captain. Yukimura, serving Hideyoshi at the time, was ordered to investigate a certain clan’s navy. Somehow Yukimura found Jinpachi and his pirates, and took him in. He then serves in the Navy.

The Sanada Ten are not actually real people. They’re characters made up for Edo-era historical novels about the Sanada family, which ended up becoming  popular among the masses. If you were to imagine Western equivalents, it would be something like Robin Hood and the merry men, or King Arthur and his knights. There might have been real people who inspired the characters, but the stories eventually has nothing to do with the original facts.

There is actually “Netsu/Nedzu” clan in that general area, and there had been someone surnamed that who also served Shingen. He’s just not named Jinpachi, or is a part of any “group of ten”. It’s even debatable if this Netsu/Nedzu person ever served the Sanada at all. There is a Sanada clan website that seems to be fan-made, and they alledged that this person served Masayuki. Wikipedia’s entry said this person served Shingen, and only associated with Sanada due to being co-workers. 

Over the years the exact members of the 10 change around depending on who was writing or telling the story. The “standardized” version of the members and their backstories actually was pretty new, appearing in 1910s-1920s. A publisher, Tachikawa Bunko, released a series of some 190 storybooks about famous figures of history and legend. Among which are the Sanada Ten as a group, and separate volumes highlighting Sasuke and Saizo specifically. 

”Sanada Ten Braves/Warriors” is even a modern-ish term coined by Tachikawa Bunko, not at all a historical term used by the Edo-era precursors. 

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One and Only - Keiji

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Keiji Maeda

Prompt: Based on the anniversary cards Cybird released + art.

Warnings: Trauma mention, slight spoilers to his route?

Word count: -1K

Underneath that layer of happiness there was cynicism, a disbelief that there was acceptance and unconditional love. That there was such a thing as love for him who wasn’t happy within.

Soulmates wasn’t something Keiji believed in, for that meant unconditional love, for that meant acceptance and for that suggested embracing his whole nature including the parts he felt ashamed of.

When he saw that your fate was tied to his, Keiji had thus shrugged it off. Ignoring it as if it didn’t exist, hoping that it was a mistake of the world to give him such hope. Expecting that you would forget about it soon enough and give up.

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Mitsuhide- Mealtime Mayhem

  • Fandom: Ikesen
  • Pairings: Mitsuhide x Reader
  • Genre: Fluffffff
  • Words: 1700+
  • Comments: Eeeeep HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINEKO!!!! Whooop Whooop! //dances around ❤❤Hope you have the best day! ❤😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @mineko811

.*:・’゚:。.*:゚・’゚゚:。’ .*:・’゚:。.*:゚・’゚゚:。’・゚。.*:・’゚: 。.*:・’゚:。.*:゚・’゚゚

You reached for the doorknob of your shared apartment, key turning slowly as you went to step inside. Feet aching after the long day at work, you passed through the doorway, excited to greet your lover but instead being met with a puff of white smoke. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as a cough ripped through your chest. You dared to trudge deeper into the apartment, kicking your heels off and leaving the door ajar— in hopes that the smoke would disperse to hopefully at least restore some of your vision.

You felt around the room blindly, cautiously walking to avoid stubbing your unsuspecting toes against any chair legs or counter corners.

You spotted him there— amid the smoke— white hair blending in all so perfectly. That dense mist-like smoke creating an eerie feel of mystery and danger, perfect to disguise the mischievous fox within. You couldn’t help but think it suited him.

You sauntered up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and standing up onto the very top of your tippy toes to peek over his shoulder to see the absolute disaster he was creating. “Whatcha making there love?” you asked curiously, giving him a loving peck on the cheek.

Mitsuhide turned around, a snakelike smile plastered across his features as if there was nothing out of the ordinary— as if he wasn’t there setting your house on fire with his culinary train smash.

He expertly evaded the question— master of avoidance and deception— or so he liked to claim—standing in front of the smoking mess, to shield it from your prying eyes. “Welcome home, my dearest mouse,” he beamed, holding your cheeks hostage between his hands to keep your eyes focused solely on him.

To humour him or not to humour him, that is the question?

Making your choice, you ducked down around him, shaking your head at the scene in front of you. “What in the world? Are you trying to imitate your latest investigation?” you teased, shooting him a playful little grin over your shoulder.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with, my dearest; now pray tell how your day has been,” he hummed out, trying once more to distract you with hands falling onto your hips, nuzzling his nose against you lovingly.

“My day,” you started, sparing the dodgy pan a final glance before turning to shrug off your coat as you took up residence atop a nearby kitchen counter. “ Was busy as usual, nothing to write home about,” you reported nonchalantly.

It was a long and tedious day, filled with the usual work, politics and chaos, certainly not the most ideal way you wanted to spend your birthday. On the contrary, you wanted nothing more than to spend your birthday at home, with Mitsu. Guilt tugged at your heart when you thought back to the morning— being greeted with soft cuddles and golden eyes filled with a dazzling glint of excitement at the prospect of a day off. He rarely got time off, and your heart sank even further, knowing the amount of effort and strings that needed to be pulled to allow it. Yet alas, the universe had different plans for you, as shortly after hearing out all the thrilling plans he had made, you had gotten a call summoning you into work.

“Whiskey?” you sighed out, breaking the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. Without waiting for an answer, you reach across the counter to take hold of the whiskey bottle and two glasses. You poured the golden liquid into the glasses, adding a few ice cubes before holding one out towards Mitsuhide.

“My, are you certain you would not like to write home about your day? The stiff drink certainly is telling, mouse”, he teased with amusement and hints of concern, swishing the knife in the air casually before cutting up some onions and throwing it with the unidentified contents of the still smoking pan.

“Would you write back if I do,” you met his tease with a tired smile, handing him his drink and clicking your glass with his.

Mitsuhide simply shook his head, chuckling while taking a sip of the golden rye. “If your heart desires it, little one, now wash up. Dinner shall be ready momentarily,” he nodded, turning back the pan and adding some water from the kettle with brows furrowed in concentration, causing even more smoke to rise up.

You hummed contently, hopping off the counter, changing from your work clothes into your PJs— not wanting to linger too long; after all, you did want a kitchen to come back to. You crossed the threshold of the dining room only to see Mitsuhide set out two bowls onto the dining table with a proud smirk plastered across his face.

You swallowed, preparing yourself for the horror that was the meal you were to eat. Making your way closer, you inspected the bowl of goo with wide eyes. “So what do we have on the menu tonight chef,“ you asked, slipping into your seat—hoping to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

Mitsuhide shrugged and booped your nose in response, “just a simple meal made with love.”

You hummed, picking up a fork —ooh, you could not bring it over your heart to take a bite— so instead, you just moved the food around in the bowl like a fussy child at dinner time.

“Gracious, you’re not even touching your food, my love. Here, shall I help you.”

He scooped up a healthy helping of the sludge-like substance onto a spoon and held it out for you to taste. Your lips pursed, eyes narrowing at its contents. What in the 7 hells was this supposed to be? He brought the spoon closer to your lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his other hand.

“Come now, little one, how are you to grow into a mighty mouse if you don’t eat the special birthday meal your husband lovingly prepared for you, hmm."

“I don’t think I will grow at all if I eat that; if anything, I think death will be imminent,” you quipped back.

“My my, how you wound me so, if you keep rejecting me, I may very well just burst into tears,” Mitsuhide sighed out dramatically, bringing his hand over his heart in mock hurt— yet the way his golden eyes shone told you he was anything but hurt.

“Fine! Fine!” you finally huffed out, turning your face back, wrapping your hand around his to bring the spoon to your mouth. Only a little taste, you thought with a gulp. You stopped short of your lips, praying to any and every god that you would be spared from the horrors of food poisoning.

Oh, how he tried, it warmed your heart, really it did, but the culinary genius inside you was screaming. Finally, you closed your lips around the spoon, letting the flavours coat your tongue; whatever it was, it was beyond fixing, so much so that you could almost hear Gordon Ramsay’s comments of the meal echoing in your head. Of course, the texture would be fine, Mitsuhide could execute that part well enough, but the taste, GOD, the flavour was a dead giveaway of a certain someone’s taste or rather lack thereof.

You swallowed the contents, trying to school your features into a carefree smile, only the delicate muscles of your face had not gotten the memo, instead pulling into a sour, scrunched up expression. “Mmm, this is great,” you managed to get out, sounding far less sincere than you had meant it to.

Mitsuhide, on the other hand, burst into a fit of cackling laughter. You realized then, you had been played. The cackling continued even after you narrowed your eyes, sending him an icy glare,” oh dearest, this is precisely why I love teasing you so.”

You crossed your arms and turned your face away with a ‘Hmpf.’

He tried to get your attention, but each time you turned away with a huff. “Has a cat caught my darling wife’s tongue,” came the amused words from the man you loved so dearly as he curled a stray lock of your hair around his fingers.

You dared to cautiously sneak a glance at him, only to see a broad grin littered with mischief. You quickly turned your face away once more, fearing he might see straight past your pouting facade. With mischief marrying his eyes, his hands moved toward your sides to tickle you mercilessly, “perhaps I shall use my skills as a detective to get you talking.”

You held out as long as you could, but the ticklish sensation caused laughter to bubble from your chest, “M-Mitsu s-stop, -stop,” uncontrollable laughter wasn’t the only sound to file into the room as your stomach let go of a large growl in hunger.

Of course, you had not eaten all day and, that, whatever it was, was less than satisfying to the taste buds.

Mitsuhide continued to chuckle as he shook his head, pulling out his phone to give it a sparring glance, “truly you amuse me to no end, my love.”

He leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose while gracefully swooping up the unfinished bowl of goop. Taking elegant strides back to the kitchen, he shot you a smile from over his shoulder, “the pizza should be here soon,” the confession finally came.

Jumping from your seat, you ran after him. “You massive troll!” you accused, rolling your eyes and reclaiming your spot on the countertop to wait for the ACTUAL food to arrive while watching him clean his mess.

“How you flatter me so,” he purred out, slithering closer to you. That earned him another roll of the eyes, yet, you still found yourself inching closer to rest your forehead against his as you exchanged loving smiles. He met your soft lips in a fleeting kiss, then, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“Happy birthday, my dearest,” was all he said, planting one more kiss onto your lips. You felt him slip something into your hair, and before you could question, his phone rang, causing him to turn on his heel and attend to it.

With a dazzling smile, you gazed upon the bellflower pin he had placed into your hair. His features softened as he matched your smile with one full of love for you. One thing was for sure, Mitsuhide may be an incorrigible tease, but you knew when it came down to it, he loved you with all his heart.

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Ikémen Sengoku Imagawa Yoshimoto

continuing the tradition of drawing my birthday twin for the second year in a row!! happy birthday, dear Yoshimoto, i hope your route comes to us soon~  ヽ(´ ヮ`)ノ 💙🎉

if you wanna see a short timelapse of this piece, check out my twitter @/aaviavv!

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Kitsune's Day Out

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic, approx. 1900 words. This scene occurs after the romantic epilogue. Fluff! Some spice and violence.

Previous: Adrift

Mitsuhide had to admit that leggings were an excellent western import. From this vantage, he could admire his beloved’s legs, the curve of her hip, the rise of her -

“Eyes. Are. Up. Here.” She grinned. “I am feeling very appreciated but I’m worried you’re going to walk into a pole.”

“I would never.” Mitsuhide huffed. He was perfectly capable of admiring his fiancée and watching his step. Though he had to admit the addition of traffic lights, billboards, cars and bikes, and the rush of city sounds made it a little more difficult. But she was right. He needed to focus on other things. Less pleasant, to be sure, but necessary.

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Fake It Til You Make It

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction - approx. 2200 words. This scene takes place post-romantic epilogue. Fluff and a little spice.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Adrift

Kyubei watched the innkeeper through narrowed eyes. Though the man was clearly nervous, he didn’t seem to be lying. His story hadn’t changed in the last three tellings, so either he was an accomplished liar or he was telling the truth.

“L-lord Akechi and the woman left with one of the Akechi warriors. Right after we saw the fire across the lake,” the innkeeper said for the fourth time. “Then the storm came and after that, no one saw him.”

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alerialumina

I think this really captures the difficulty in Mitsuhide adapting to the modern world! And of course the chemistry between them is delicious!!

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Anonymous asked:

Hello!! Can I have a drabble featuring a MC withering away due to a disease. It eats at her and she has little to no energy nearing the end. And she does in the arms of her beloved. May I have it with Mitsuhide/Nobunaga please?

😭 Yes. Please… enjoy? 😭♥️

I don’t think of myself as big on angst but this was actually a pleasure to write, as sad as it is. So thank you for the request and the quick follow up! 🙇🏻‍♀️ The cut below is 95% for length and sadness but there is a little bit of a tenderly spicy memory under it, fyi. Tense floats around here on purpose because the poor man is HURTING.

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot still to be written and posted in July! Feel free to follow along to see them all, or just read whichever ones you’d like. A masterlist will be posted when they are complete.)

He has long loved her trembles. Her body has been expressive since their first meeting, always finding some silly reason to shudder. Fury. Food. Fun. Him.

He dared to admit only to himself that he was disappointed when she grew a little more resistant to him over time. Never very resistant. His mouse is a sensitive soul in a sensitive shell. And they both enjoy it when he teases her. There have been so many ways to tease her.

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pseu slings fics fo[u]rth

Hot damn, hot stuffs, we did it! FIFTY requests for my 1,000 followers celebration. That is… too many numbers to be throwing around on a free Friday night. This masterlist links to all of the individual requests, and I will add a link to this post to my main masterlist. Non-worksafe pieces are starred (✬), my favorites are marked with a heart (♡). Thank you so much to everyone who requested, especially for your patience as it took me a month+ longer than I said it would to finish these up. I appreciate everyone who reads my stuff and every like and reblog (especially with tags! I read them all!) make me 🥰. Many mercis! I plan to open these up again in March.

  1. [SLBP] Ieyasu wooing MC (…“wooing”)
  2. ✬ [IkéVamp] SG, Arthur, Mitsuhide relationship HCs
  3. [SLBP] “Ethereal Frick” Kenshin
  4. [SLBP] Jealous Saizo
  5. [MLQC] Gavin (MC “confesses in a cute way”)
  6. ✬ ♡ [MLQC] Lucien
  7. [SLBP] Shigezane/MC have been trying to get pregnant (Modern AU)
  8. ✬ ♡ [SLBP] Jealous Masanari
  9. ✬ [SLBP] Yukimura/MC/Nobuyuki
  10. ✬ [SLBP] Masanori, Kanetsugu, and Yoshichi HCs

40 more under the cut!

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Omg first of all, congrats on your follower count!!! Could I request some sfw/nsfw HCs for SLBP Masanori, Kanetsugu and Yoshichi? Your side chara content is actually glorious. I mean tbh all of your stuff is amazing but it makes me SO HAPPY to see all your appreciation for the wonderful side characters of SLBP!!!!

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Oooooh, this is a good one. φ(^∇^ ) I really appreciate the kind words and the request! SIDE CHARACTER LOVE SQUAD! Hope you’ll enjoy these.

Masanori as a gift-giver is canon (bless you 5ever, @ieyasu-tacogawa !). He also treasures what he is gifted. The man is no packrat, but if something he is given is broken (say a little crimson chopstick rest, a present from a certain lady cook), he gets. the. mopes. Masanori will need coaxing to open up about it– best to have a certain lady cook in his lap for that + a few smooches and sweet words to soothe him. If a certain lady cook were to gift him another chopstick rest to replace a broken gift, he will take it with him to all meals… but keep it in his sleeve instead of using it, so it stays safe. Gruff but very sentimental, this one. (Modern Masanori WOULD keep his childhood teddy bear in his home as adult)

Kanetsugu can’t risk writing love letters (and doesn’t think he’d be very good at it), but he can copy stanzas and add tiny brushstroke birds and grasses and present those to his lady love, and he absolutely does. He might recite some of the poetry when they are alone together, as well. Never to be pretentious or performative, but because he’s actually quite moved and is trying to share that. A soft smile of appreciation and a thoughtful response is the stuff of his dreams. A poem in return is beyond them.

Yosweetcheeksshichi’s the object of so much teasing in Kasugayama that the idea of you teasing him actually haunts his dreams for a few nights. He doesn’t think he could handle the shame and hurt of you making fun of him— Kakki and Tsugutsugu can do it, he’s not trying to impress them! But when you are a part of Kasugayama and do tease him, it’s so gentle and your smile is so warm he… actually… loves it. And you never tease him about something he’s deeply insecure about, so it feels like each little joke is a ribbon that connects you. He starts thinking of however you last gently poked fun at him before he goes to sleep at night, and his dreams are sweet.

And of course, in certain settings…

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ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ ɴᴇᴢᴜ

coz yknow everyone’s gotta have their hair long xD

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